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In the early morning of the second day, Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue left Baoxin Island and flew only a few hundred miles in the southeast direction, when they saw two monks standing on a small island in front of them. www.biquge.info At this moment, the golden crow is rising, in the sea of clouds, the red light is dyed, the two monks, wearing the unique long white robe of Haoran Peak, with gold wire trimming, cloud pattern covering the body, standing with their hands in their hands, surrounded by blue and white air rotation, a good Confucian overhaul style.

Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue glanced at each other, knowing that this was the so-called usher of Haoran Peak. Wu Xu, as soon as he stood up, he suddenly made an impassioned appearance, Zhang Ruoyue smiled faintly, flicked his sleeves, and a heroic breath arose. Wu Xuan was secretly shocked, this Moon Occult Sect is really powerful, when Zhang Ruoyue won the Nine-Leaf Blue Lotus Lantern before, he could cast a great handprint that non-high monks could not do, but now it is only one night, and he has cultivated that Haoran Gong so well.

I saw that the two Confucian cultivators in front of me were shining, and they looked at Zhang Ruoyue. Wait, Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue stepped forward and saluted. The two of them just put away their eyes, looked at Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue, and smiled, "It turned out to be Brother Song and Brother Tian." We have been ordered to wait here for a long time. ”

It turned out that these two people, one named Han Weiqi and the other Ye Chengkang, were both disciples of Luo Guiyi, the true monarch of Xuangui, and this time they were ordered by their master to come to pick up the monks who secretly defected to Haoran Peak in the area of Baoxin Island and went down to the world with Zhao Tong and Liu Bowen.

Wuxu couldn't imagine that he and Zhang Ruoyue, pretending to be Song Xiong and Tian Shouzheng, came the earliest, so he had to chat with Zhang Ruoyue and accompany the two. This Han Weiqi and Ye Chengkang, the cultivation realm is around the eighth or ninth layer, and on the bright side, they are one level higher than Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue, and they are also the monks of Haoran Peak, one of the so-called six peaks of Lushan, although they are polite, they show a superior style and tone from time to time. This is understandable. But Wuxu, last night, he broke his vows and killed people, borrowed wine Meng Lang, and his mood and state were not good, so he gradually fell silent and slumped slightly.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for another monk to arrive. Han Weiqi and Ye Chengkang had to go over to greet and be polite one by one, and this invisible embarrassment was eliminated invisibly. On the contrary, it was Zhang Ruoyue, who glanced at Wuxu with bent eyebrows, and her expression seemed to ask, "Why are you so cowardly?" Wuxu quietly rolled up his sleeves and pointed at him, and among the monks who came one after another, he was as submissive as himself, and laughed in a low voice, "The safflower still needs to be lined with green leaves, and the mediocre are naturally cowardly." ”

This time, there were quite a few monks from Bowin Island. Wuxu took a general look, counting himself and Zhang Ruoyue, after arriving, there were more than twenty. Moreover, looking at the expressions of Han Weiqi and Ye Chengkang, it seems that there are still many people who have not been able to come to the appointment. This is still the monk summoned by Haoran Peak in this operation. It can be seen that Haoran Peak, on weekdays, has worked hard.

Wuxu is silently thinking. That Han Weiqi spoke loudly, "Now that the lives of the world are in misery, and the catastrophe continues, all of you Taoist friends can worry about the common people in addition to their cultivation, and act with emotion, Han and Senior Brother Ye, and even my Haoran Peak, are all very admired." I saw that Han Weiqi and Ye Chengkang looked solemn, arched their hands, and looked around.

The monks, including Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue, naturally promised to be alone. Han Weiqi and Ye Chengkang immediately waved their robes and led everyone to fly in the direction of Zhengqi Island.

On the Zhengqi Island outside Haoran Peak, Wuxu is still the first time to come. However, when they flew to the vicinity of Zhengqi Island, Han Weiqi and Ye Chengkang turned around and took everyone around Zhengqi Island and flew towards Haoran Peak. Unexpectedly, Wuxu didn't use his divine sense to investigate, but vaguely heard the sound of someone reading a book, and saw a bright sky over Zhengqi Island.

Wuxu immediately understood that this Confucian reading is actually similar to a monk's recitation of scriptures, sincere and spiritual, and it is a sound method, which should not be underestimated.

Writing this, there may be officials who look at ten lines at a glance, or they don't think so. Xiaosheng, here, you can pause the text and forcibly offer a thing or two to say a thing or two, so as to feast on the officials who are attached to this book.

When the ancients read books, and when people today see relevant descriptions, they often shake their heads and shake their heads. Shaking his head, people today call him a nerd, and if he is depressed, he is afraid of negligence and disturbing others. But I don't know that all good articles and good poems are between the lines, all have spiritual insights, and all have emotional momentum. Today's people read it, if they don't breathe in the breath, their hearts are rushing, and it is very rare to get its essence and its mystery.

Some officials will naturally ask, "Wouldn't it be more in line with Buddhism's principle of "having no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, and colorless body and fragrance to touch the law" if I sincerely comprehend it with all my heart, recite it silently, and abandon the last verses of the sound? The so-called practice, whether it is Confucianism or Taoism, emphasizes a practical practice. At the beginning of the enlightenment of the Dharma and reason, the first step into the cultivation is to sit quietly and breathe in order to wait for the mystery, and shaking the head and speaking loudly is just the first step in this Confucian practice to comprehend the brilliance of the sages and steal the spirit of heaven and earth. To read the poems of the sages and to speak aloud is to adjust the body and mind, to take the heart as the heart and the voice as the sound, to shake the head and shake the head, to suppress the tone and frustrate, but to be the natural and inevitable appearance of your devotion at the beginning. This is just like the superficial visualization in Buddhist practice, you have to cross your legs and put your palms together, straighten your waist and close your eyes, and during this time, you have to shake your body, your ears ring, your waist is sore, and your legs are numb.

How many people can cross this step? Can silently communicate with the sages, with the heavens and the earth, and with the spirit? How many people can directly visualize the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas without reciting the Buddha, without chanting sutras, kicking their legs and closing their eyes, vividly and vividly?

Generally speaking, silent recitation, spiritual exchange, and a glimpse of the true meaning are the realms that can only be achieved when the cultivation reaches a very high and deep depth.

So-called, in general, in general, this is the case, I don't know how many hardships and lessons are hidden. Ladies and gentlemen, don't think that there are exceptions, and miracles. If I think about it, I have a delusional heart and a slow heart. It's really unacceptable, and if you go out, you will be struck by lightning.

Enlightenment has a sense of humility, quietly clasped his palms in his sleeves, and the body of divine consciousness sits upright in the Dharma realm dojo, reciting Buddhist scriptures endlessly. But it didn't take long for Han Weiqi and Ye Chengkang in front of them to slow down. Silent, gradually stopping, Wu Xuan opened his eyes, Haoran Peak was impressively ahead, the mountains were upright, unclimbable, and the momentum was compelling. It's just that the clouds cover the fog, and you can't see it really, even the mountain gate is only in this mountain, and the clouds don't know where to go.

Han Weiqi and Ye Chengkang turned their heads to everyone and gestured with their eyes, which meant that they wanted everyone to be calm and wait patiently. Suddenly, there was a man standing upright with his hands tied, calm and silent. So, everyone followed suit. Wuxu looked at it and saw that the people around him, like a group of students seeking to learn, knelt down in front of the gate of the academy mountain, as if they wanted to move the heavens and the earth.

Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue had to close their eyes and introspect themselves.

After about an hour, another group of monks flew in. It is also the leader of two monks who are dressed exactly the same as Han Weiqi and Ye Chengkang, and there are about 20 monks of all kinds behind him. Some of those monks had hateful faces, and some of them still had a hint of demonic energy. But when they arrived, they quickly quieted down. Learn from Wuxu, a group of monks who came from Baoxin Island, and honestly stand there silently.

Wu Xuan purely used his naked eyes to slowly look at these monks who should have come from the Forbidden Alliance. According to Xuanjizi, through the message transmitted by the Xuanzhu Order, two real demon cultivators who came from outside the world were also like himself and Zhang Ruoyue, Li Dai was stiff, dressed in disguise, and mixed into these called monks. However, after looking at it for a long time, Wuxu also felt plausible and difficult to determine. Those with hateful faces are inevitably wicked, and those with a hint of demonic smell on their bodies are not ordinary people with strange temperaments.

Wuxu had to close his eyes again and make a respectful salute.

After another two hours or so, another group of monks flew in with the smell of blood. Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue, as well as the monks who came first, all opened their eyes suddenly. That Han Weiqi, Ye Chengkang, and the other two Haoran Peak monks who came later flew up and greeted them.

This group of monks, there were four people in front of them, all of them with solemn faces, tired, panting, on the white robe with golden silk cloud pattern, a little blood stain could be faintly seen, obviously experienced a life-and-death struggle. As for the four people, the eight or nine people were all disheveled, and they were all overwhelmed, and one or two people were even more like gold paper, with their eyes closed.

The two groups of monks who came first couldn't help but whisper their words.

"The last group to arrive came from the farthest Qiankun Dao sphere of influence. Zhang Ruoyue whispered.

Wuxu was about to ask, but he was startled and looked up at the front.

A divine consciousness descended from the sky and came out of the clouds, like a sharp sword, flying over the heads of Wuxu and the others. In the feeling, it seemed to fly over Zhengqi Island and fly to the depths of the sea of clouds. With Wuxu's cultivation realm at this moment, it seemed that a faint roar was heard, coming from a very far distance behind him.

This Confucian true spiritual cultivation of the divine consciousness, Wuxu is very familiar, it is the divine consciousness of the Haoran True Monarch Zhao Haoran, in the vast vastness, the coldness of the Song royal nobles, the bleakness and twilight, have long been deeply imprinted in the sea of consciousness of Wuxu.

Then, Zhao Haoran's divine sense flew back and headed towards Haoran Peak. I saw that in front of me, the clouds and mist were churning, divided into two, and several peaks were coming, but in an instant, they were thousands of miles away, out of reach. The clear spring flows, and it seems to be ringing in the ears, and the white crane spreads its wings, drawing a beautiful white line in the lush green. The highest and farthest mountain peak, surrounded by white clouds, faintly shone with countless red lights on the peak.

The monks were amazed at this shocking glimpse when suddenly two figures flew out of the infinite red light. "Guo Min, Liu Bowen. Wu said silently in his heart, although he couldn't see the faces of the two of them clearly.

They, flying extremely fast. Without waiting for everyone to guess, he had already flown in front of everyone. Liu Bowen, holding a feather fan, with an ancient clumsy hosta on his head, his face was like water, and he looked a bit like the taste of Zhuge Kongming's reincarnation. Guo Min, holding a long sword, with long hair scattered behind him, is still dressed as a man, without a trace of charm, but looks a little wild and uninhibited, like a young scholar parading with a sword.

I saw that Guo Min held up a roll of bamboo slips in his right hand, and the bamboo slips shot out a little red light, and flew towards the last batch of monks who rushed from Qiankun Road and were not lightly injured. The monks then miraculously recovered, and some of them even had a vigorous breath, as if they were more refined than usual, and the red light fell on them for a long time.

Wait for Guo Min to put away the bamboo slips in his hand. The monks present had just woken up from a dream, with a look of admiration on their faces. Liu Bowen immediately stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "In the past, many sages, knotted ropes, drilled wood for fire, traveled around the world, wrote books and lectures, and educated the world, so that our human race could have been glorious for thousands of years. Nowadays, the catastrophe in the world, demons and monsters are rampant, all Taoist friends, follow the example of the sages, this time down the mountain, will be able to make the world heroic and righteous for a long time, and protect the prosperity of our human race. ”

All the monks present naturally sang a promise, bowed their hands, and then under the leadership of Guo Min and Liu Bowen, they went down to Lushan in a mighty way.

In the world, outside Lushan, above Poyang Lake. Guo Min and Liu Bowen glanced at each other, nodded, and as soon as they signaled, the eight Confucian monks of Haoran Peak who had originally led the monks seemed to have been discussed, and each chose some monks and flew away.

In the night, under the moonlight, Wuxu followed Han Weiqi from Poyang Lake and flew all the way to the east. Wuxu has been silently looking at the north.

In the north, the figures of Guo Min and Liu Bowen are vaguely difficult to see, but their breath is like fire. They went to Ying Tianfu.

Flying past Ying Tianfu, Zhang Ruoyue's jade fingers shook in front of her eyes, signaling Wuxu to look south.

Looking south, Hangzhou Mansion is getting closer and closer.

At this time, Han Weiqi led everyone to slowly land on a wild mountain and slowly walked to the border of Hangzhou. Then, he turned to Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue, mainly to Zhang Ruoyue, and said with regret, "Qingtian Zhenren has an order, and orders the two of you to go to the area of Zhoushan Donghai to make friends with Confucian scholars, teach exercises, and condense Haoran righteousness." After a pause, he looked directly at Zhang Ruoyue, "In Hangzhou Mansion ahead, the East China Sea Demon Clan is rampant, don't ask Meng Lang, easily show your traces." You can be careful to go to Ningbo first, then turn to Zhoushan, and then slowly figure it out. After that, he also took out a bottle of pill and handed it to Zhang Ruoyue, "This is Haoran Peak Righteous Qi Pill, Tian Daoyou has not been practicing Confucian exercises for a long time, one pill a day, it is more secure." “

Along the way, Wuxu smiled as if she were nothing, Zhang Ruoyue finally couldn't help it, looked back at Wuxu, and asked, "Master Wuxu, what does this mean?

In Hangzhou, the lights are dim, but the laughter and singing are continuous. Wu said with a smile, "West Lake is like Xizi." I didn't expect this Teacher Han, but he was a giant-eyed hero. “

Zhang Ruoyue sneered, "I cover the Moon Sect, I am unique, and I am the best in the world. Practicing this Confucian practice is just a little improvised. “

Wuxu was shocked in his heart, but he still laughed on the surface, "Ruoyue Fairy, if you want to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, the Qian Lake in the east of Ningbo City in front of you is also comparable." Before the words were finished, Zhang Ruoyue raised her eyebrows and said coldly, dressed in Yuehua, "Don't think that this girl doesn't know your conspiracy!

Wuxu laughed, "Ask bluntly, isn't it a beautiful woman? What's more, it's the most difficult to accept the grace of a beauty." “

Zhang Ruoyue sneered, and her jade hand gently touched towards the West Lake below, "The West Lake is like Xizi, if you can make Xizi laugh, I will tell you about the Moon Covering Sect." “

Hangzhou Mansion, the powerful role of the third prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea is here. Wuxu and Zhang Ruoyue, each casting a wonderful method to cover up their breath, can be able to fly through the air, which is already rare. How can Wuxu still make Xihu laugh? What is laughter?

Wuxu only smiled at himself.

At the foot, the beautiful West Lake, passing by with a smile.

Wuxu, groaning, raised his hand and pointed to the east, "The road is not good, take the pole to float in the sea." From me, what is the reason for this, can the Moon Fairy know?"

Zhang Ruoyue snorted lowly, "These Confucian literati are the most cowardly and arrogant. thought that if he could write two crooked poems and a few essays, he could stand alone in the world and save the world. Once he was degraded by the king, he whined and lamented, and felt that he could not display his ambitions, and the king had no eyes, and in addition to being disappointed, he was not ashamed to speak such wild words. You really hold the wood and let me float on the sea!"

The beautiful scenery of the West Lake is from here. Wuxu, looking at the closer and closer Dinghai City, the smoke and waves of the East China Sea getting closer and closer, as well as Naputuo Island and Peach Blossom Island, laughed, "The road is not good, take the pole to float in the sea." It's always better, a handful of old people, still on the shore, pretending to be a delicate young man, and being upright, right? What's more, Ruoyue Fairy, you only know one thing, but you don't know the other. When the little monk was a little monk, he once read a miscellaneous book, which wrote that there was a Confucian scholar who, due to various things and various fates, fled to the sea in despair, but unexpectedly, due to fate, he became the biggest pirate leader on the sea. That's another note. “

The waves are surging, the wind is sluggish, and the void can't help but sing, and the song and fly, and float and sink.

That's right

Always compare West Lake to Xizi, who knows the exquisite boy?

Haoran is upright, and he rides on the sea miscellaneous.

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