Fifteen years ago, Luoming Mountain. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The humble slums, an unknown place, have been fame-stricken by a car accident that has made the humble backwoods famous.

Only because of the funeral of the Wang family in Beicheng, Wang Huiyun, the daughter of the chairman of the Wang Group, who is rich enough to rival the country, had an accident and fell into the foot of Luoming Mountain when she passed through Tumen Village, and a family of three was destroyed in a car, and the scene was tragic......

Sitting in the study room of the East Courtyard, Zhang Tianming looked through some reports about his mother in front of the supercomputer, especially the car accident that happened fifteen years ago, and he was trying his best to find useful clues, hoping to help him recover the lost memory.

Accompanied by the left and right, looking at those sad reports, Wang Hong, who was standing on the side, really didn't feel good in his heart, and said: "Ming'er, don't look for it, do you want to see what your mother looked like when she was young?"

"Of course!"

Looking up, he accidentally saw the old man's red eyes, and suddenly Zhang Tianming suddenly realized, and he felt a little unhappy in his heart.

After all, I didn't know anything about my parents when I was a child, and I didn't have any impression of my parents, let alone any feelings, so seeing these reports would not have a big impact, and all I had in my heart was loss.

Walking to the bookcase, Wang Hong opened the glass door and took out a black sandalwood box from inside, and took out the old photo album that had been treasured for many years.

"Can you give it to me?"

"Well, but you have to keep it and don't lose it!"

"I know!"

Taking the heavy photo album, Zhang Tianming took it in his arms and turned around and left the study, leaving the east courtyard and going straight to the apartment dormitory.

In his own room, Zhang Tianming sat on the bed and flipped through thick old-fashioned photos, which were all photos of his mother from childhood to adulthood. There is the cuteness of childhood, the liveliness of childhood, the ignorance of youth, the delicacy of adulthood, and the handsome appearance of youth.

"Mom!"

After browsing them all and spending a full hour, Zhang Tianming seemed to have crossed the gate of time and space, going back to his mother's era, immersed in the beautiful and boundless world of reverie, and roaming the sky freely.

Gradually, he unconsciously closed his eyes and began to meditate cross-legged.

Holding his breath and concentrating, the heart and God are one, the soul and the soul are one, and Zhang Tianming is settled again.

"Nam no Amitabha Night ......"

An ancient Buddhist Zen voice echoed in Zhang Tianming's mind again, and the chanting sound became louder and louder like thunder, resounding through the brain center.

In my mind, the quaint gray kitchen scripture once again came to mind.

Suddenly, the word "Kitchen Sutra" on the scripture flashed, accompanied by thunder and thunder, there are dragons flying and phoenixes dancing in the words, surrounded by colorful auspicious clouds, golden light, magnificent.

Immediately, special characters flew out of the scriptures again, and gradually combined together, automatically forming modern characters, directly integrated into every nerve of Zhang Tianming, and became a part of his memory.

"Great Zhou Tian Cultivation Method!"

-- Exhale -- inhale, Zhang Tianming, who was sitting in a precarious position, opened his lips slightly and the tip of his tongue pressed against the rhythmic breath of the palate, swallowing the air soothingly.

According to the practice method uploaded by the Kitchen Sutra, Zhang Tianming first carried out the Xiao Zhou Tian breathing method, and after the breath was stable, the arms that were flat on his legs were slightly raised, and the palms were put together and the hands were one.

Suddenly, a majestic majestic righteous qi between heaven and earth struck him, and from the outside world it continued to flow into the Heavenly Spirit Gai through his temples, swooping down the meridians like a torrent.

Suddenly, the golden source qi reached the heel, from the meridians upstream through the Du Mai, traveling around many human body acupuncture points, passing through the dantian, and finally reaching the Ren vein. Constantly strengthening his own blood meridians.

During this period, the purple light of the kitchen was flourishing, and the golden rays were shining, reflecting Zhang Tianming's head shining, and a golden halo loomed behind him from time to time, like a round of flooded discs enveloping his body, slowly dragging it up and suspending it in mid-air.

"Oh my God!

This subtle change can be fully perceived by Zhang Tianming, who has his eyes closed, and he can clearly see his body gradually rising from the bed.

As long as he wants, Zhang Tianming can perceive things outside the room at any time. Slowly, his field of vision began to widen, and everything in the East Courtyard was in full view.

But I saw that Nalan Yanrong was sitting in the living room, chatting with a sister-in-law, chatting happily. A middle-aged Taoist aunt in a gray robe, with a delicate body and a good face, with fingers in her left hand and a felt in her right hand, she looks dignified.

"There are so many liars these days!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Tianming felt that something was wrong, and he saw Dao Gu's sharp eyes glancing at him, staring in his direction for a long time, looking here thousands of miles away, as if she had discovered it.

In the next second, a fierce tiger rushed out of Dao Gu's eyes, and it opened its hideous fangs and pounced on Zhang Tianming.

Could it be that this is the legendary tigress?

When he opened his eyes, Zhang Tianming fell from mid-air and fell on the bed, his face pale with fright, and he was sweating profusely.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Just now, the teacher felt that someone was snooping in the dark, but now it seems that there is no more, and the invisible force disappeared in an instant. Coming back to her senses, Hui Yigu looked at Nalan Yanrong and said vigilantly.

"Why didn't I find out?" Nalan Yanrong looked around and found no trace of anyone.

Three years have passed, and your cultivation has not improved at all. You are going to be angry with your teacher!" Hui Yigu got up and left.

"Master......"

"You don't have to come along, go out for the teacher to breathe!"

Traveling around, in a super villa that covers an area of ten miles, Hui Yigu wandered aimlessly, stepping on every inch of land under her feet one by one, she wanted to understand here, what made Rong'er so nostalgic for the secular world.

There was a knock on the door.

"Hello donor, excuse me, I'm Nalan Yanrong's master, Dao Huiyi. ”

When he opened the door and saw the comer, Zhang Tianming's eyes widened, and he looked incredulous, and said in surprise: "Mrs. Shi, please come in!"

"No need!"

"You're an ancient warrior?"

"It seems that Rong'er told you a lot of secrets. ”

"I don't know if the teacher is coming to the cold house, what advice do you have?" Zhang Tianming said humbly.

Silent, the left hand of the flower finger flat, suddenly a piece of copper mirror appeared out of thin air in the palm of the palm, Hui Yigu held it towards Zhang Tianming, seeing that the bronze mirror did not move at all, suddenly shook his head, sighed: "No spiritual root, the five elements of the mutilated body, for the mediocre qualifications, this is completely inconsistent with the hexagram, how can it be?"

Talking to herself, Aunt Hui turned around and left, looking up to the sky and sighing: "Alas, the heavens are not beautiful, it seems that Rong'er's fate is destined to be unchangeable!"