Mo Sang strode into the meteor, his clothes fluttering, like a brocade silk brushing through the strings, stirring up ripples.

"Keep up. His voice was low and clear.

Qing Huan lifted the skirt, stepped on the place where Mo Sang had walked, and followed.

Entering the "dust-free", passing through the courtyard, the main hall is where the "Xi Shu Pavilion" is located, accessible in all directions, no carvings, and facing the word "Jing" carved directly on the original stone, occupying the entire wall.

There are low tables on the left and right sides of the house, and there is a small bamboo bookshelf next to the low table, on which a few books and pen, ink, paper and inkstone are neatly placed.

Mo Sang entered the "Study Pavilion", as usual, kneeling in front of the low table on the left, a book on the table was wide open, Qing Huan peeked at it, and there seemed to be annotations on it.

The tip of the pen tapped the ink, and just about to put down the pen, Mo Sang turned his head, saw that Qing Huan was still standing at the door and hesitated, put the pen lightly on the pen holder, and raised his head slightly: "From today on, there is your position, every day after the morning repair, when it is not over, you must appear in the 'Xishu Pavilion', when I am not there, I must not slack off for half a minute." ”

With permission, Qing Huan walked briskly to the low table in the corner and sat down, and as soon as she raised her eyes, she met Mo Sang, and the corners of her mouth never let go since they were raised.

"Understood, Uncle Junior. The voice is crisp and beautiful, like a rain bell after the wind, and the always silent "Canghai Smile" can be regarded as adding some popularity.

Mo Sang wanted to say something, his lips opened slightly, and in the end he didn't say anything.

Qing Huan casually took a book from the shelf, but a few hours passed, and he didn't read half a word, his eyes were purring, and he peeked a few times from behind the book from time to time.

The green jade pen body seems to have life under his hands, the pen walks the dragon and snake, the clouds and water, in one go, the eyes move up, see that there seems to be a sadness on his eyebrows, slightly wrinkled, put the pen to the ice and snow.

What is placed on the Mosang book case is "Shangyangzi Taixu Record", which not only records the proverbs of the Holy King of Shangyangzi, but also the various battles he has experienced.

Mo Sang read a page, thought of the pen that was still in the pen wash, reached out and took out the pen, but he pounced, raised his eyes, it turned out that Qing Huan took advantage of his inattention, he had already fished the pen out of the ice and snow, and even the fast-drying ink was re-grinded, and the tip of the green jade pen was dipped in ink and handed directly to Mo Sang's hand.

Qing Huan's eyes flashed, he was so considerate, he would definitely be praised, and the result was ......

"Put it down. Mo Sang was not used to others touching his things, and there was a hint of sternness in his tone.

Qing Huan was taken aback, her hand shook unconsciously, and unfortunately, the ink on the tip of the Qingyu pen fell on the book "Shangyangzi Taixu Record" because of the floating of her wrist.

"I... I didn't mean to, I'm going to wipe it clean. Qing Huan panicked, threw the "culprit" in his hand, grabbed his sleeve and wiped the ink on the book.

You can imagine what it would be like with your eyes closed.

Sure enough, it was originally just an ink spot, but since Qing Huan got into his hands, the ink completely leaked, and the ink dot expanded into an ink ball, which was miserable.

Qing Huan gradually realized this, slowed down the speed of wiping, and covered the other sleeve as well, trying to cover his ears and steal the bell.

Mo Sang's face tightened, Xu was holding his breath, for a long time, he still didn't say a word, just looked at Qing Huan's eyes, which made people shudder.

Qing Huan grabbed the book "Shangyangzi Taixu Record" and held it in his arms, returned to his seat with a "whoosh", and ran faster than a rabbit: "Uncle Xiao, I will borrow this book for two days." "When she cleans up the ink ball, return it.

Mosan: "......" seems to hear someone's back molars rubbing.

He picked up the green jade pen that was thrown away by someone from the table, and the pen was treated roughly, and there was a gap in it, this time, Mo Sang couldn't help it, adjusted his breathing, and silently recited the "Meditation Sutra" in his heart, the things outside the body don't have to be attached, it's hard to worry about the same little girl.

No, no, no.

Qing Huan was not honest when he got into trouble, but after an hour, he couldn't sit still in his position, and sneaked to the other side, but he didn't expect Mo Sang to suddenly open his eyes, and Qing Huan was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

"What's the matter?" Mo Sang began.

Qing Huan took out a book from behind her, and the front page was already wrinkled under her ravage: "If you don't understand something, can you ask Uncle Xiao?"

Mo Sang glanced at the cover: ""Jindan Dayao"?"

Qing Huan nodded happily.

Mo Sang said unhurriedly: "Ask." ”

"Oh. Qing Huan's plan was achieved, he flipped through the books in his hand, and pointed to a random place: "I don't understand here." ”

Mo Sang looked over, and it was written on that page: The true death of pure yang has no number of deaths, and the ghosts of yin have no number of lives, but yin refining yang, true yang refining yin, and the two laws are outside the heaven and earth, and there is no impermanence.

He pondered for a while and said: "Ordinary people in the Three Realms and Six Realms have to go through the cycle of life and death in stages, which is called segmented life and death, while the immortal Buddha is away from the reincarnation of the Three Realms, away from segmented life and death, and only produces subtle changes in birth and death when breaking the cause and effect of troubles, which is also called changing life and death. ”

"In the cycle of life and death, those who are alive must die, and those who have a cause must overcome the fruit, which is endless, called suffering, and want to get rid of the sea of suffering, away from segmented life and death, there is only one way to cultivate immortals, in the process of cultivating the truth, not leaving the five elements of yin and yang, the birth of yang, that is, the death of yin, is the luck of nature, so there is only yin refining yang, and true yang refining yin. ”

Mo Sang's voice seemed to have magical power, Qing Huan originally found an excuse and asked casually, but he didn't expect to listen to it: "But whether it is refining yang with yin or refining yin with yang, it is not the righteous unification." ”

Mo Sang thought for a while: "Yes and right, which can be summarized in one word, many times it is not the road that is lost, but the human heart." ”

Qing Huan repeated: "People's hearts?"

Mo Sang sighed lightly: "Today's homework is to study and read "Yi Chuan", ask questions tomorrow, if there is something that cannot be answered, it will be punished." ”

"Ah, again. Qing Huan had a bitter little face, she had only copied "Jindan Dayao" two hundred times a few days ago.

Mo Sang admitted that he was a little deliberate, who let this little girl break his beloved green jade pen, let him recite the "Meditation Sutra" a few times, and regretted it in his heart.

Qing Huan silently watched Mo Sang leave, and then looked at the thick book of "Yi Chuan" in his hand, wanting to cry without tears.

After reading "Yi Chuan" for a while, I remembered the book "Shangyangzi Taixu Real Record" that was placed in the corner of the table, and sighed heavily: "Mo Sang won't be angry, right?"

Qing Huan felt that the name Mo Sang was very pleasant, but now that she had just come to "smile at the sea", if she was too presumptuous, it would be worth the loss if she was thrown out.

Uncle Xiao is Uncle Xiao.