I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

It was as if the younger brother had been smacked and chewed by Bu Ziming, Feng Yuanjiu felt a little bit like stabbing people with his sword.

Feng Yuanjiu looked at the dignified Bu Ziming calmly, and returned a very standard Jishou: "Feng Yuanjiu."

Looking at Feng Yuanjiu's exquisite eyebrows and eyes, Bu Ziming smiled meaningfully.

Feng Yuanjiu restrained the urge to draw his sword and slash people, with a calm expression on his face.

The hypocritical greeting fell silent for a moment, Hui Niang raised her eyebrows lightly, and in her Wu Nong soft-spoken tone, she complained plausibly: "It turned out to be Senior Brother Feng, it's really not easy to get Senior Brother's name."

The little girl is more charming than Huajiao, but she failed to stir up any waves in the heart of Feng Yuanjiu, a not-so-professional face control.

Feng Yuanjiu said frankly: "When fate comes, we will naturally get to know each other, so why bother about these insignificant matters."

Hui Niang laughed coquettishly, and said mockingly: "So it's because my appearance doesn't catch my senior brother's eyes. In the final analysis, my cousin and you are more destined."

Feng Yuanjiu narrowed his fox eyes slightly, didn't say yes or no, but smiled in his heart—I do have some fate with your cousin, he is greedy for my body, and I am greedy for the fate of being the first disciple who was predestined by him.

Bu Ziming cast a sideways glance at Hui Niang, as if to examine Hui Niang's appearance on purpose.

Immediately, Bu Ziming stared into Feng Yuanjiu's eyes, and said solemnly: "Junior Brother Feng is unparalleled in appearance, so it's not surprising that he doesn't like your color."

Feng Yuanjiu looked back at Bu Ziming without avoiding it, and said flatly, "Senior brother was joking."

Bu Ziming raised the corners of his lips, smiled and picked up a strand of Feng Yuanjiu's hair hanging from his temples, sniffed it lightly under his nose, and then walked towards the main hall with his hands behind his back, saying as he walked, "The sermon is about to begin. Well, today is the preaching of the temple master, it's a pity that it's late..."

Feng Yuanjiu stared at the back of Bu Ziming's neck, and chopped off the strand of hair that Bu Ziming had just thinned with a wave of his finger.

The strands of hair fluttered one after another, following the mountain wind for a few turns, somehow, they floated onto Hui Niang's delicate embroidered shoes.

The front hall of Mingxin Guan is also a magic weapon of space, and the inner space will expand automatically with the increase of the number of people.

When Feng Yuanjiu entered the hall, there were already more than [-] monks sitting inside, all of them in blue robes with wide sleeves, sitting cross-legged on rows of futons, like students waiting for their master to teach.

Bu Ziming had a fixed seat, and when he entered the hall, he sat straight on the seat in the middle left of the first row.

Feng Yuanjiu paused slightly, and stopped at the door without moving.

Wu Huiniang waited for a while, and seeing that Feng Yuanjiu didn't intend to take a seat first, she left a resentful sentence: "Brother is too repulsive."

Then she sat gracefully on the leftmost futon in the newly extended row.

Feng Yuanjiu was hard-hearted, unmoved, and walked to the far right side of the row in a leisurely manner.

After burning an incense stick, accompanied by a crisp and pleasant sound, the sound of the wheelchair rolling against the bluestone drifted in from outside the hall, and all the monks in the hall were sitting upright, even Xing Minzhi, who was the most eccentric in daily life, was also upright and serious It's like a little master.

The majesty of Meng Yan, the host of the temple, can be seen from this.

After a while, Meng Yan, the master of the temple, entered the hall.

Meng Yan wore a green shirt embroidered with beautiful mountains and rivers, his eyes were still covered with a blue ribbon as when they first met, which made his skin look like fat and his brows look distant.

The cyan ribbon covered the eyes, but failed to cover its peerless elegance.

Feng Yuanjiu secretly glanced at her, secretly praised her as beautiful as jade, and looked away politely——Meng Yan's forehead was clean and flawless, it wasn't him.

The lapis lazuli wooden wheelchair was pressed against the bluestone floor, making a series of light sounds that were neither soft nor heavy.

The two gray-clothed boys sent Meng Yan to the high platform in front of the hall, and they exited the front hall in an orderly manner.

Meng Yan lightly tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingertips, and the wheelchair walked to the huge "Tao" character in the middle of the high platform by itself, and turned into a golden futon.

Meng Yan sat on the futon, there seemed to be flowing water in the blue and beautiful mountains and rivers, and there seemed to be birds singing and insects singing, which gave off a fairy atmosphere.

A blue-clothed disciple tapped on Yuqin to indicate that the sermon would begin immediately.

Feng Yuanjiu hurriedly took out a mirage bead from the Qiankun bag, and prepared to record this sermon for future reference and enlightenment.

Meng Yan put his hands on his knees, waited for a moment, and waited for the small and broken voice to disappear, and then slowly opened his mouth: "Every time a newcomer enters the temple, I always say a few old-fashioned old things. Everyone Taoism is good, but how many people know that the road to seeking immortality is dangerous and difficult? Among ordinary people, there is no one with spiritual roots, and among those with spiritual roots, there is no one with outstanding aptitude. Among those with outstanding aptitude, there are thousands of talents None of them, none of those who have the opportunity to worship under my Taiqing sect, none of them."

"Anyone who steps into the fairyland comes here for the purpose of becoming a fairy. However, there is only one in a million who can really ascend to the upper realm."

"Since you can sit here and listen to my sermon, you are lucky. You are lucky enough to have this opportunity to seek immortality. It is a long journey to immortality and a long journey to longevity. Since you are lucky enough to be able to compete with the sky, I hope you can remember your original aspirations , be careful, don't be distracted by foreign objects and go astray."

"That's all for the gossip, today we'll talk about foundation building."

Meng Yan talked eloquently, and after three hours, he had to explain the secrets of foundation building in a clear and clear way. For someone like Feng Yuanjiu who has already succeeded in building a foundation in his previous life, he will benefit a lot from listening carefully. Shallow, and many of the tricks and secret methods were never heard of by him.

I can only sigh that Taiqing really lives up to its reputation, no wonder all immortal cultivators all over the world want to worship at the gate of Taiqing.

The sermon ended at noon. Accompanied by a clear and distant chorus, two boys in gray clothes entered the hall to pick up Meng Yan who was sitting in a wheelchair again.

The monks who listened to the Tao got up tacitly, and sent the disciples to the master respectfully.

Waiting for Meng Yan to leave, the hall suddenly became noisy.

There are one or two confidantes who make an appointment to find the ancient elders to exchange a kind of supernatural power, some three or five monks gather together to exchange experiences, and some friends meet to worship the five internal organs temple in Wenxian Town.

Listening to them talking about the human fireworks in Wenxian Town that can make a chicken into thousands of tricks, the taste is so delicious, Feng Yuanjiu immediately twitched his index finger, but thought of the disciple who happened to meet in Wenxian Town , Feng Yuanjiu forcibly stopped his appetite again, planning to go back to the cave to swallow a bigu pill, and meditate with peace of mind.

Not being able to eat his favorite chicken, Feng Yuanjiu didn't show it on his face, but he was a little depressed in his heart.

Wu Huiniang just came to find herself uncomfortable at this time.

Feng Yuanjiu looked indifferently at Wu Huiniang, who was standing in front of him, and wanted to invite him to a fireworks gathering in the world to talk about his farewell, and smiled: "Junior Sister, some words are boring if they are too clear."

Wu Huiniang tilted her head, black hair hanging from her temples to her shoulders, and swept the blue Taoist robe one after another: "Senior brother really misunderstood me a lot, and he didn't even want to give me a chance to clear up the suspicion."

Feng Yuanjiu said indifferently: "Whether there is a misunderstanding or not, you and I know very well."

Wu Huiniang looked at Feng Yuanjiu pitifully, her eyes gradually turned red.

Feng Yuanjiu glanced over those Taoist priests who looked at them frequently, pondering those slightly condemning gazes, his expression straightened, with a coldness in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "There are two inseparable sisters in front of me." My good senior brother, if you have a handsome cousin in the future, why bother to provoke me, who I just met by chance?"

Wu Huiniang's face flushed suddenly, she bit her red lips lightly with her white teeth, her delicate face was even more aggrieved.

Feng Yuanjiu was impatient to cooperate with her in the monkey show in public, so he flicked his sleeves, bypassed Wu Huiniang, and floated away.

Waiting for the flawless back to disappear into the mist, Bu Ziming glanced at the whispering monks in the court, and asked Wu Huiniang, who looked normal, "How is it?"

Wu Huiniang lowered her eyes and raised the corners of her lips slightly: "It can be done in three days."

Bu Ziming nodded and said, "I want to live."

Wu Huiniang raised her brows and cast a sideways glance at Bu Ziming. This dignified and elegant daughter actually had all sorts of amorous feelings in her eyes.

Bu Ziming measured Wu Huiniang for a moment, and smiled happily on his upright eyebrows: "Follow me back home."

Wu Huiniang moved lightly, and followed Bu Ziming onto the back of the same bird of prey.

It's not humane for the two cousins ​​to calculate in private, and Feng Yuanjiu has no way of knowing.

However, being caught by these two yin and yang a lot of bad luck, as soon as Feng Yuanjiufu returned to the cave, he burned incense, cleaned his hands and played the piano to meditate, and earnestly made a divination.

——Auspicious in planning, good in marriage, peaceful in litigation, good in seeking money, good in going out, bad in living in the house.

Feng Yuanjiu pursed her lips, and made another divination.

——Red Luan arrives, Qianlong soars into the sky.Going out is good luck, entering is bad.

Feng Yuanjiu frowned, and made the third hexagram.

——The greedy wolf sees the water.It is advisable to travel, but not to stay at home.

The greedy wolf sees the peach blossom of the water master!

Red Luan arrives, marriage arrives!

Good marriage!

There are three hexagrams for divination, and the hexagrams have marriage.

Feng Yuanjiu couldn't laugh or cry, he said wholeheartedly, where did the marriage come from? !

If he hadn't used "Lianshanyi" to calculate the secret of heaven more than once, knowing that he had never made a mistake, he might have simply ignored the same three times in the hexagram, "It is suitable to travel, not to stay at home.".

The hexagram of the family's great evil is probably going to fall on Bu Ziming and Wu Huiniang, after all, the two brothers and sisters are just about to break their faces with him.

Bu Ziming has quite a bit of influence in the audience, it's only normal to find him unlucky.

Since the hexagrams and hexagrams indicated that living in the room was a big ominous person, it might not be as simple as looking for his bad luck, out of caution, Feng Yuanjiu simply gave up the idea of ​​retreating and meditating in the cave.

After carefully planting the picked out spiritual plants into the elixir garden, and drawing a stream of living water from the spiritual spring, Feng Yuanjiu took advantage of the darkness and left his new cave that hadn't been warmed up all night.

Stepping on the shuttle, carefully avoiding the eyes and ears of others.

Feng Yuanjiu deliberately chose a direction far away from Wenxian Town, exited from the other side of the Beidou Xuanwei formation, left the range of Liuguan Qifeng, and plunged into the vast mountain forest.

The trees are lush and the insects are buzzing.

Feng Yuanjiu flew close to the ground on the shuttle, carefully looking for a suitable place for retreat.

I thought that if I entered the Taiqing gate, I would be able to practice with peace of mind, but I didn't know that the number one Taoist gate in Dongqingzhou was not a pure land, and under the thousand streams of auspicious energy, there was an undercurrent raging.

Just as he was having fun pondering why it is so difficult to cultivate an immortal quietly, a deafening roar of a beast scattered all his thoughts, Feng Yuanjiu immediately held the sword across his chest, and looked into the depths of the dense forest.