Staying in this hall, Fang Cun seemed to have forgotten the time.

This small Taoist temple is shabby and worn, the window paper is broken, and the door is exposed. However, such a small Taoist temple seems to have a mysterious aura. This aura is difficult to detect on weekdays, or even hard to detect with magic power.

But staying in this hall for a long time will make people feel a different feeling.

One is that he is neither hungry nor thirsty. Although Fang Cun has embarked on the road of cultivation, he has never thought about fasting. Before, when he was guarding the mountain sect, he had to eat three meals a day, and he ate carefully and richly. Sometimes, he even had afternoon tea like he did in his previous life. However, now in this small Taoist temple, he has forgotten the time and has no idea how long it has passed.

During this time, he had never felt hungry or thirsty, or even fatigue.

It was as if, on the body, this temple freezes his state when he first stepped into the threshold and no longer changes.

Another difference is that this temple is very easy for people to fall into peace.

People often have this situation, and when they want to think about something, sometimes they will suddenly appear and have quick thinking, but sometimes they will have distracting thoughts, half the effort with twice the effort, and even the thoughts cannot be stopped, and they will be unable to clear their minds. Then, in this hall, Fang Cun has never felt this way. Instead, he feels that his sea of ​​consciousness always seems to be in a state of extreme clarity, and coordinate all his knowledge, knowledge and seeing at a terrifying speed.

Under such a state, even his cultivation and knowledge are rapidly improving. All the six sects and magical scriptures I have read before were a little bit in a hurry, but now they have turned into their own knowledge and integrated into their own sea of ​​consciousness.

I have a feeling that I am afraid that if I practice in other places for three years, it is better to stay here for three days than I have been here for three days.

Perhaps it can be described in another way.

In the past life, or no matter how hard I studied, I could not go to Tsinghua University and Peking University.

But if there was such a Taoist temple in the previous life, it might be extremely safe to stay in it for three days.

Even benefiting for a lifetime.

However, although his cultivation was very rapid, Fangcun still couldn't find the answer to pushing open the fifth door. This had nothing to do with the Taoist Palace, but because Fangcun felt that his foundation was shallow, as if he was barren and shallow soil, he could not raise towering trees. This made him feel depressed and tired in his heart, and he was like a drowning person who tried his best but could not find out.

And in this trouble, one day, he opened his eyes slightly and took a short rest.

Then he saw the Taoist book stuffed in from the somewhat broken wooden door threshold of the Taoist Hall.

A little curious, he unfolded the scroll and was instantly attracted by the meaning of the scriptures inside.

This Taoist book looked extremely ordinary, and even a little broken outside, but the content recorded inside made him lit up. There was a kind of dry land that had been encountered for a long time and fell into it in an instant...

...

...

The stars are changing outside the hall, time changes, and the remaining lights in the hall are like beans, almost eternal.

Fangcun read the contents of the book carefully, and he felt that countless problems had been solved, but while these problems were solved, many new questions emerged, and he forgot everything around him and immersed in the meaning of the scriptures. He completely let go of his intentional tempering of his mind on weekdays, and was only happy because of gains, and was painful because of some inability to understand.

This state has reached its extreme. Sometimes, I even forget whether I am awake or in a dream.

He only faintly felt that he had come to a strange world. It was like a quiet valley, with bright sunshine, clear water and dense forests, and wild grass all over the land covered the world. Birds and birds were singing in the invisible places, and there were divine beasts and birds running and flying in the distance. A place where there was completely lost in the air of the world. Only by the stream, there was an old man with cranes sitting and fishing.

"The great way is difficult, the great way is difficult, the great way is simple and complex!"

"People's hearts are strange, people's hearts are weird, people's hearts are the best and the worst!"

Fangcun read the contents of Taoist books, shook his head, and felt a little disdainful: "What's this all, is it a rumor?"

The old man fishing by the stream smiled and greeted: "What are you looking at?"

Fangcun looked up at him and said, "Dao Shu!"

The fishing old man was curious and smiled and said, "What is Tao?"

Fang Cun said: "If you can't write this word, I can teach you!"

“…”

The old man choked and then smiled and said, "I'm asking my friend where is it..."

Fang Cun shook his head and said, "This question is too big, but if you want to ask like this, then I will answer you with an air. To be big, the Tao is everywhere, the starry sky, the universe, the mountains and rivers, to be small, the Tao is only in the heart..."

"Alas……"

The old man was a little surprised: "My friend has a good understanding..."

Fang Cun said: "Peer to force!"

The old man smiled and said, "At a young age, you can see the books of the Amitabha, and you can have such an understanding. What kind of fate and blessing is this? Why do you look like this but you are frowning and have no trace of joy?"

Fangcun was silent for a long time after hearing this question.

Sighing quietly: "I can't do this question..."

“…”

The old man was silent for a moment and smiled and said, "Take it and take a look!"

...

...

Corpse Beheading Temple, in the courtyard.

Taoist Shi was still sitting cross-legged at the threshold of the side hall, guarding this small Taoist temple, just like what he had done all the time. Sometimes, he would slowly open his eyes and look at the direction of the Taoist temple. Seeing that there was no movement inside, he would continue to silence. Whenever a certain time came, he would get up, bow to his master's body regularly, and then sigh deeply.

But compared with the quietness and quietness in the corpse-killing temple, the outside is becoming more and more lively.

After all, the world is not as quiet as the view, and life should be passed, and it has to be lived.

Today, Qingjiang City has been a year since the ghost judge, the destruction of the seven clans, and the rescue of the spirit well. No matter how big the waves are, they are gradually subsided. When the order is reorganized and all the legends that have become the talk of the people, the Qingjiang Qi Refiners have also looked at another thing, that is, the Qingjiang Immortals Association once every three years.

Originally, the Great Immortal Association should have been called long ago.

Unfortunately, because of the death of the former county magistrate Mr. Fan, the new county magistrate, was only concerned about making money, and the six sects were busy dividing the Shang veins and business left over from the seven tribes. Even the rivers and lakes in the Qingjiang River were reshuffled, so no one could care about it. The three-year Great Immortals Association kept pushing down this until the waves were too late and they were settled, and no one remembered this.

To hold the Great Immortal Association, the six sects must work together, obtain the consent of the county government, and even preside over the presidency.

But when the six sects jointly wrote a letter, it was like a rock sinking into the sea.

After curious, they found out that the current county government and even the divine palace were not concerned about this.

Another thing is quickly causing discussion.

The Chaoge messenger came over.

...

...

A year ago, Mr. Fan was exposed to his identity as a ghost official and died in shame. Before his death, he left a plan. It is said that he died as a sinner, which should have been pointed out by thousands of men, but unexpectedly, after his death, all the truths were revealed in front of others. Everyone also learned that the old man turned into a ghost official, just to kill some people who escaped the punishment of the law and some people who were guilty but not dead. Therefore, his reputation became more and more famous. Not only did the people of Qingjiang worship him as a god, but even this reputation was passed on to Chaoge.

He had such a reputation during his lifetime, and was praised on the altar after his death. Naturally, no one dared to underestimate the old man's plan.

Leading a group of old scholars in the Old School, all expressed strong support. Some people even studied the old man's plan carefully and were very moved. They felt that although this matter seemed to be a rebellious one, it made sense if it was carefully studied...

Therefore, the court had a long dispute and the wind was gradually calming, so I decided to condemn the envoy to come and take a look.

For a moment, Qingjiang, or the entire Kingdom of the Gods, was greatly shocked.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that if Mr. Fan’s legacy becomes true, he does not know how much impact it will have on the Shang veins in various places, nor does he know how much impact it will have on the Qingjiang or the Kiln Kingdom today. For various reasons, in a short time, there will be many disputes in the entire Qingjiang River. The struggles in the open and secrets are like boiling water, sweeping the entire Kiln Kingdom.

Under such disputes, naturally, many people came to visit Fangcun and wanted to ask for some strategies.

Unfortunately, after everyone came over, they were so scared that they sweated and whispered.

Now that the palace built by Mr. Fangcun pointed at with his own fingers, it was lived in by others. The good tea, wine and food he used to enjoy were now occupied by another person without hesitation. Even the rattan chair he usually lies on to look at the stars, another person lies down.

The Nanhuang God King took a willow branch between his slender fingers and slapped it on the ground with a "swish".

Not far away, the little fox was swaying with horse stances, immediately tensed his body, raised his head and looked forward.

"If you want to practice the "Martial Classic", you have to bear the hardship!"

The Nanhuang God King lazily said: "I asked you if you like the Book of Books or the Martial Arts. You secretly told me that what you like is actually the Martial Arts. Since that's the case, this God King will teach you the Martial Arts. Unfortunately, Fang Laoer and I have different methods. If you want to teach you, you will teach you good things. Fang Laoer looks shrewd, but he can't teach your disciples. He has made your foundation so good, but he hasn't learned any real skills. Now I just happened to have nothing to do, so how can I not consolidate my foundation for you?"

"Stand firm!"

"Straighten your waist, stretch your shoulders, tighten your abdomen and lift your tail, don't blow your hair, don't pout your mouth, don't complain in your heart!"

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Chapter completed!