Chapter 384: Familiar Process

The spring light was brighter day by day. The peach branches on the mountain had already sprouted crimson flower buds, and the apricot blossoms were already in full bloom.

Under the spring light, the red walls of the Daoist temple that had just been washed looked even more vivid. The shadows of the pine branch forest were reflected on them. In the quiet years, five or six cats walked past the red wall in a row. Walking at the end were a Caili cat and a white fox.

Little Xiao Shimei sat cross-legged, closed her eyes and focused, suddenly opened her eyes, and shouted at the front:

"Hu Yan!"

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A row of cats stopped at the same time and turned their heads to look at her at the same time. Their eyes flickered and they looked at each other, not knowing what kind of stupidity this Daoist was committing.

Only the fox walking at the end had experience and felt that this scene was very familiar, so it was very vigilant.

"Eh? No use?"

Little Xiao Shimei thought for a while and closed her eyes and focused again:

"Hu Yan..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the fox open its mouth and spit at her:

"Whoosh..."

A small cloud of black smoke rushed toward her face, arriving in an instant.

"Cough cough..."

Little Xiao Shimei couldn't help but cough, and waved her hand to fan away the black smoke in front of her. Instead, she was interrupted.

A group of cats looked at her again, then withdrew their gaze and continued to walk away.

The fox looked at her vigilantly and followed.

"..."

Little Xiao Shimei couldn't help but think about where the problem was.

Before, she asked Little Third Shixiong for advice, wanting to learn a magic trick that could tease children. Third Shixiong told her that he knew many kinds of such magic tricks.

The two discussed for a long time. There was a magic trick called "Master Beichen Four Methods," which could be used to tease children, show off skills to people, and deal with enemies. Especially for a Daoist like her who was good at close-quarters combat, if she could make the opponent shut up and not be able to recite spells, sometimes she might be able to directly secure the victory.

But the Master Beichen Four Methods had four things.

Third Shixiong had three of them.

Third Shixiong told her: To persuade someone to frown, you need to have sorrow in your heart; to persuade someone to be happy, you need to have joy in your heart. You need to perceive these two emotions. And her emotional fluctuations were always very small. When she encountered happy things, she rarely showed a relaxed face; when she encountered sad things, she rarely showed sadness. She was dull and loved to hold it in, so it was not easy to perceive.

Instead, the things in her mind were a bit special, and her words and thinking were sometimes different from others. Perhaps she could learn this "Hu Yan" that Third Shixiong hadn't learned yet.

Also known as crazy talk, chanting poems and singing songs.

Little Xiao Shimei began to practice.

By the way, she also went to Seventh Third Shixiong to ask for a trick that could also be used to deal with enemies, taking objects from the air, and practiced at the same time.

Only after practicing did she know—

"Alas..."

Little Xiao Shimei's expression was serious, and she sighed:

"Tricks are so hard to learn!"

Unexpectedly, there was a sigh from not far away.

Little Xiao Shimei turned her head to look.

She only saw Third Shixiong sitting on the ground, with a wooden statue almost as tall as a person in front of him.

That was a martial god with a strong physique and a big waist, awe-inspiring and oppressive. It had been completely carved, and Third Shixiong was refining it.

This Bean Soldier was really too slow to refine!

Ordinary Bean Soldiers were only a palm high, but this Bean Soldier was more than a person tall, and its volume had increased many times. Perhaps it was for this reason that the difficulty of refining was also very high.

Lin Jue refined it every day, and every day he could perceive that his refining was effective. It was the same as the Bean Soldiers he made before. Every day he refined it, it was a bit smaller, but the change was very small.

This Bean Soldier was too big.

Whether it was making it smaller or larger, it was too difficult.

At the same time, after becoming larger, to support such a large body to move, and even fight, the spiritual aura and magic power required also increased by hundreds or thousands of times.

At present, Lin Jue couldn't imagine its combat power, but he had already felt the difficulty of making it.

Fortunately, his Daoist practice was already very high.

If it were when he first went up the mountain and started cultivating the Dao, even if this piece of spiritual wood was placed in front of him, even if the Long Bo remnant soul took the initiative to come to the door, he would probably need several years to finish refining it.

Fortunately, he could see the progress.

Seeing the progress, he had a bottom in his heart. The process of steady advancement was only lacking time.

If you have patience, you actually enjoy it quite a bit.

Day by day, the wooden statue became smaller bit by bit.

It changed from more than a person tall to a person tall. When it became larger, it was more than a zhang tall. It changed from a person tall to shoulder-height with Lin Jue. At this time, when it became larger, it was two or three zhang tall. Continue to refine, and when it was refined to Lin Jue's waist height, Lin Jue didn't dare to easily enlarge it to see.

At this time, if it became larger, it should be four or five zhang tall, which had far exceeded the courtyard wall and the two main halls in the temple. Lin Jue was afraid that even if it was in the inner courtyard, it would scare the pilgrims in the outer courtyard.

And at this time, the mountain flowers behind the house had already bloomed.

A group of little Daoist boys under ten or ten years old were walking along the stone steps between the mountain cliffs. The timid ones stuck to the mountain body, fearing they would fall, while the bold ones leaned to the edge of the stone steps and looked down, seeing the vertical cliff below and the bottomless cliff bottom, feeling both surprised and curious.

"Such a high mountain, who could build a road on the mountain?"

"There are immortals in our mountains. The masters and temple masters are all immortals and know magic. They must have built it with magic!"

"Really amazing!"

"Stop talking, walk faster, it will take a long time."

"So tired..." "Why haven't we arrived yet? Did we go the wrong way?"

"We didn't go the wrong way. During the New Year, I followed Master here! There is only this one road in the mountain!"

"So far..."

The mountain wind rolled the flower petals, spinning in the air, and some sand and stones were kicked down, flying down the cliff.

Flying birds flew past them, and wild beasts saw them off on the mountain.

Occasionally encountering spirits, they whispered about them.

This was the road Lin Jue and Little Xiao Shimei walked, and now it was the disciples of Xianyuan Temple walking back. The road was also rebuilt once, and it was easier to walk.

Eldest Third Shixiong did not break the tradition of mutual preaching and learning between the two families for thousands of years just because of a Great Yin-Yang Method. Instead, he still followed the convention and called the disciples of Xianyuan Temple to come here to listen to the Yin-Yang Great Dao in the heart of the Fuqiu Temple Master of this generation.

Naturally, this is another Yin-Yang Great Dao.

Perhaps this is a path to immortality, but the people walking on this path must also be people who can become immortals.

These disciples of Xianyuan Temple are like this.

(No content lost!)

The disciples of Fuqiu Temple are also like this.

Therefore, whether one can become an immortal depends on their talent and creation.

Eldest Third Shixiong is still like this.

Therefore, even if there is a path to immortality, one must not abandon one's original heart and turn into an ungrateful, heartless person. This is different from the heart of Dao cultivation he has always learned. Such people are not the immortals in the heart of Fuqiu Temple. Naturally, such people cannot cultivate to become immortals in Fuqiu Temple.

"Knock knock..."

Eight little Daoist boys knocked on the door respectfully.

With a creak, the mountain gate opened.

It was Lin Jue who opened the door.

"Lin Shishu." The oldest of the little Daoist boys saluted him, very respectfully, "We are ordered by the Temple Master and Master to come to Fuqiu Temple to learn scriptures and listen to teachings."

"Come in."

"Yes..."

Green smoke curled up in the temple, and the fragrance was pungent.

Many pilgrims turned their heads, watching Lin Jue lead a group of little Daoist boys to the inner courtyard, all not knowing why.

Passing through the outer courtyard, straight into the inner courtyard.

In the Mountain-Moving Hall, the Temple Master of this generation of Fuqiu Temple had already put on his Daoist robe and was sitting waiting.

A group of little Daoist boys followed Lin Jue. Some turned their heads to look at both sides, seeing a female Shishu practicing sword, her posture like a startled swan, her long sword stabbing like electricity, and seeing a Cloud Leopard lying on the other side, a white egret standing quietly. By the time their feet were bumped by the stairs and door frame, they had already stood at the door of the Mountain-Moving Hall.

A middle-aged Daoist looked at them quietly.

An incense burner in front, green smoke curling around.

Below, a dozen or so futons were already set up.

A male and a female, two seven or eight-year-old little Daoist boys, and another smaller little Daoist boy were originally sitting facing the middle-aged Daoist. Hearing the movement outside the door, they turned their heads at the same time, three pairs of eyes examining them.

Eight little Daoist boys' eyes froze, and they all remembered the instructions of their master and temple master.

Some had serious expressions, and some looked at these three people.

"Xianyuan Temple disciples, see the Temple Master Daoist."

"See the Temple Master Daoist."

"..."

"Sit down."

Eldest Third Shixiong waved his hand, and the sleeves of his Daoist robe fanned the green smoke in front of him, shaking.

All the little Daoist boys sat down.

Eldest Third Shixiong pondered for a moment, then spoke.

"There are several types of cultivation methods in the world, roughly divided into Heaven, Earth, Yin, Yang, Four Seasons, and Five Elements. Since you have come here, you must have read the "Yin-Yang Sutra" well, and you also know that most of our Yishan Daoists practice Yin-Yang methods.

"..."

Lin Jue should have left after bringing these little Daoist boys here, but for some reason, he didn't move his feet.

I don't know when, Little Xiao Shimei also stopped practicing sword, and stood at the door of the Mountain-Moving Hall with him, looking at the little Daoist boys listening to scriptures and learning Dao in the green smoke in the hall, and Eldest Third Shixiong teaching scriptures and Dao.

"The first sentence of the Yin-Yang Sutra: Heaven has five qi, Earth bears Yin and Yang.

"Why is five qi in front of the Yin-Yang Sutra?

"Before talking about Yin and Yang, we must first talk about five qi.

"Heaven has five qi, all things are transformed.

"There is an ancient book that says..."

Two Daoists outside the door looked at each other, silent for a long time, and then withdrew their gazes, looking inside.

The green smoke was hazy, easy to blur the eyes, and the Daoist robes were all about the same. They were all backs. If one was not careful, this hall seemed to have become the hall of Xianyuan Temple, with a group of little Daoist boys listening to scriptures and learning Dao sitting inside, and at the very back, there were a man and a woman, whose backs were really similar to them.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 385 =====