[comprehensive] superior skills

The flowers are red and the willows are green, and the bustling is another year.

In the early morning, under the shady old elm tree on Ximenli Avenue, children who are no more than the corner are driving the iron-eating cubs buzzing under them, picking the most pleasing shade and carefully arranging their pets , bouncing and snatching into a six-story turret along the street.

At the tea stand, a foreigner who had been watching the western scene for a long time couldn't help but hold the waiter who was serving tea, "Hey, brother, may I ask, where are those children from just now?"

"Are you from out of town?"

Xiao Er smiled and shook the handkerchief, "It's not unusual for you to say that, if I don't listen to it ten or eight times a day, it's useless to start work."

After joking a few words casually, Xiaoer pointed to the uniquely shaped turret and showed off: "See, this is the Wendao Pavilion specially ordered by His Majesty the King of Tang to be built for the wise prince of Zhenzhi Kingdom. They are all the young sons of the emperor's relatives and important officials in the court!"

The outsider asked again: "Dare to ask who is this wise Taoist priest, who can win such kindness from the king of Tang?"

Xiao Er opened his mouth in disbelief, "I don't know if Taoist Master Wisdom doesn't matter, but you must have heard of the name of Taoist Xiaoyao, and there is also the book "Heavenly God" compiled by their master and apprentice. "Gong Kai Wu", this has spread all over China, and there is no reason in the world not to know!"

"It turned out to be the Taoist expert who is as famous as the Gongshu class. I'm sorry and disrespectful!"

The stranger repeatedly apologized, "I heard that there is a Baiyun temple outside the city whose incense burns are very effective, so I came here to pray for a child, so I stopped by the city to buy some earthen rituals. I didn't expect that there is a real god in the city!"

Hearing his praise so highly, Xiao Er put on a better face, and told the visitors a lot of interesting things that only the local people know.

The aborigines and passers-by on the street were singing double reeds to praise each other, and the Taoist Xiaoyao, the true god who had been mentioned countless times by the two of them, was also doing a brutal and unspeakable evil under the watchful eyes of everyone.

In the teaching hall, a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe edged with silver silk and a jade crown sits sullenly under the four characters "the universe has the way" written by Emperor Taizong himself, holding up his ruler and shrugging his shoulders. The little black fat man slapped his hand three times, "Say, what excuse do you have for not doing your homework this time?"

The little black fat man bared his teeth and muttered: "This time I'm really not bad! I was laying out a row of oranges, trying to figure out the arithmetic problems left by the master, but that kid Qin Huaidao came home and called me, It was said that the gentleman in the teahouse was talking about Zhu Bajie carrying his wife again, I couldn’t hold back for a moment..."

Hearing this, Song Ci was really angry and funny, "So, you also followed him to listen to the book?"

"Hey, Master still understands me!"

The little black fat man slapped his fiery palms, and said with an apologetic smile: "Master punishes me, I will not be wronged, I just ask the master not to talk to my mother again, so as not to cause her family to cry and wipe away tears and offend the whole family." People are not happy!"

"Hey, how dare you say that!"

In the third row of the seat, a young lady with similar facial features to his but with much more delicate features teased aloud, "Even if Brother Qin doesn't come to see you, you still can't solve the questions. It doesn't matter how many fruits you put on!"

"You noisy little lady, hurry up and shut up!"

Not to be outdone, the little black fat man kept shouting: "I know that you and Qin Huaidao are engaged, and sooner or later you will be of a different surname, but you shouldn't have demolished your brother's stage just to help your husband before passing the door, right?!"

"Yuchi Baolin!"

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, the little lady blushed with shame, "Wait, I have to tell my mother what you only know about playing around!"

"Silence, silence!"

Song Ci tapped the ruler a few times, "How many times have I told the teacher that no jokes are allowed in class!"

Finding an exercise book with a headache, she rang the bell and called Li Chengfeng, the big apprentice who just got married and had a child, "Master has something to do today, let the senior brother guide you to review your homework first. But the ugly words are up front." Well, if someone fails the quiz this ten days, the teacher will stop offering the iron-eating beast and tell him to walk to school alone."

After making it clear to Li Zi that these children with extraordinary backgrounds must have a long memory, Song Ci escaped from the noisy classroom in a panic, turned around and ran to the alchemy room in the backyard.

It is said to be an alchemy room, but it is actually just a laboratory filled with various modern equipment.

At that time, after the Tang monk and his disciples returned to Chang'an with great momentum, relying on the scriptures they took from the Western Paradise, they set off a trend of emphasizing Buddhism and restraining Taoism.

It would be a pleasure to put this matter in the eyes of others, no matter which god is enshrined in his temple, ordinary people still dress and eat as usual.

But it was the turn of the original owner. When he saw the highly respected monks walking in the streets and alleys, Song Ci's body suffered from palpitation, shortness of breath, chest tightness and dizziness one after another, which made Li Zi think that his master had died of a serious illness. It won't be long.

Although this disease can't kill anyone, she is really suffering if she is in a sub-health state all day long!

In order to teach himself to live a comfortable life in the last ten years, Song Ci had no choice but to repeat the same trick, and opened the altar to develop the elixir at the Baiyun Temple where he stayed there.

Firstly, he responded to every request by saving people and sending children, and then he made magic tools to improve people's livelihood. After several years of busy work, the reputation of Xiaoyao Taoist gradually spread across the country, and even small border countries thousands of miles away also followed their letters. Believers.

To put it bluntly, the Buddhist classics are just spiritual food. In a disaster year of lack of clothes and food, they are really not as practical as the magic tools refined by Taoism. Even Emperor Taizong could not deny this.

Therefore, in order to commend Taoist Xiaoyao for his contribution to the people of the world, and to retain this god-man who can seize the power of creation with his backhand, Tang Wang, who has not had nightmares for many years, not only built a Taoist pavilion with his eyes closed, but also took his own girl The boy and the disciples of the civil and military ministers all sent them over with their companions, trying to play the old trick of teaching the apprentice to starve the master to death.

Song Ci didn't care about the small calculations in the emperor's mind, and just asked Li Zi to teach them the simplest but most miraculous "Tao methods" such as making ice and praying for rain to deal with errands.

As for herself, when she has nothing to do, she walks around the fields, writes notes from time to time and prints them into a book, and saves them for the days of the fasting ceremony and distributes them for free to the people who come from thousands of miles to ask for help.

To say that Song Ci has summed up a lot of interesting things over the years, except for a series of familiar things such as "Who Moved Your Egg", "The World's Richest Man Is Not a Dream", "Flying to the Sky and Escaping the Earth without Seeking Immortals", "Practice Makes True Knowledge" and so on. Among the practical technical books, the most popular is the realistic version of "Journey to the West", which she recorded in one place with her memory and reality.

As soon as this book came out, it immediately reproduced the wonders of Zhigui in Luoyang.

Not only the people of the Tang Dynasty read it with gusto and never tire of listening to it, even the Tang monk who was a Buddha in the far west came to ask for a copy when he heard the news, wanting to see what his master and apprentice looked like in the eyes of others.

Fortunately, Song Ci didn't let Niu Xin Zuo Xing's original owner toss his stupid voice, he used the spring and autumn brushwork to skip Tang Monk's soft-boned style of begging for mercy when he saw a bandit and crying when he saw a goblin. Describe him as a compassionate person who is not willing to trample an ant to death.

As for the other buddhas, it's much easier to deal with. As long as you tell the truth, there are many eloquent heroes who have described their lives in detail in the past.

"When I have free time, it would be interesting to make Journey to the West into a long-form series!"

While thinking about it, Song Ci took out a scoop of seeds from the incubator that stored high-yield grain seeds, and planned to take them to Xu Yuanwai's Zhuangzi as a pilot to see how much grain the original soil could grow.

When we arrived at the door, before Song Ci got on the bloody horse rewarded by the king of Tang, a familiar boy came across the street, bowed and saluted and said, "Mr. Wu, my husband said, 'I happened to have a pot of good tea. Please help to taste and taste.'”

Everyone in the neighbors looked up and looked down, and she couldn't refuse people thousands of miles away, so she could only let the horse go and play for a while, and wait for the tea before going on the road.

Although he was not sensitive to thanking Datang for the tea soup, Song Ci had a smile on his face when he sat across from the host's house, "Mr. Yuan, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you doing?"

"TOEFL."

The immortal Yuan Shoucheng still cherishes his words like gold, "In the past, I became attached to the Taoist priest because of tea, so I should let it go today."

As he spoke, he passed the teacup on his hand forward, "The Taoist priest finishes drinking and goes."

Although the tea bowl fell lightly on the table, to Song Ci's ears it sounded like the sound of gold and stone.

She took a closer look, but saw two things floating in the emerald green tea soup in the bowl, one red and one white, which were actually red dates and solitary living.

Holding the tea bowl as heavy as a thousand gold, Song Ci first smiled and then sighed, "Mr.

She raised her head and drank the tea, she wiped her mouth with a smile, "Although the medicine tastes bitter, it's rare to benefit from it."

After saying that, Song Ci bid farewell to him, and followed his original idea to go to the farm outside the city.

Xu Yuanwai, who was playing with his great-granddaughter pinching flowers with his great-granddaughter in his arms, turned around and asked with a smile when he heard the sound of hooves kicking, "Daozhang Wu, why are you free to come here today?"

Song Ci patted the swollen burden on his back, "Didn't I tell you a few days ago that I wanted to open an acre of land to see if the rice seeds in the south could be planted. Now the only thing left is that the goblin has not yet been trained. I Don't worry, come back to the field to see the progress."

"Who dares to neglect what Daoist Wu told me?"

Officer Xu led him to look at a light white transparent shed in the field, "The seedbed farmers you said to be covered earlier have also packed up, and the lichens sent by Taoist Chengfeng are also placed inside, just waiting The buds grow out and then spread."

The little baby in his arms was about to catch the big horse, and the grandfather hurriedly stopped him in fright, "I have no regrets in getting such a baby in my life. If I can see the spectacle of Nanliang and Beizhong again, the future will come." There are also some flaunts in the underworld!"

"Nothing is unachievable."

Song Ci teased the child who was still babbling, got on the horse and said with a smile: "You are old and wait at ease, there will be such a day!"

By the time she walked back to the pavilion through the streets and alleys, the stalls across the street with the signboard of the divine class had long since disbanded.

Song Ci didn't say a word, just left homework with those urchins as usual, telling them to come back to school early tomorrow morning.

Sitting quietly in the side room at night, the Taoist who was thinking about it couldn't figure out what went wrong.

If it was because of Journey to the West and his party who obstructed it, since the Buddha of the West Paradise recognized the difficulties of the master and apprentice, he would certainly not care about the addition of an inconspicuous person on the way, let alone wait until today to settle the matter.

It would be even more impossible if it were not for the inventions and creations in recent years. Song Ci has been careful to keep these subtle changes within a relatively small safety range. The spaceship that went out to explore the universe crashed into the sky, how could it cause a catastrophe.

In the end, he almost broke his head, and Song Ci only thought of one possibility that caused the accident, and that was the "Journey to the West" that Monk Tang took away.

"It could be that Monk Tang gave this praise book to his colleagues, which made them realize the clues from certain details..."

Pounding his head in remorse, Song Ci sighed helplessly: "No wonder the old saying goes that if you walk too much at night, you will always meet ghosts. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that things will happen sooner or later, and you will only show up at this time... ..."

Up to now, it is useless to say regrets, and from the beginning, she never thought that she could live to the end of her life in this high-risk world, and now she is lucky enough to fulfill the original owner's wish.

Especially nowadays, it is not just the Buddhist family in the sky who are waiting to settle accounts with Xiaoyao Taoist Qiuhou. Can't get well.

No matter what the purpose of Yuan Shoucheng came to report the letter, wouldn't it be inconsiderate not to take the opportunity to escape and wait for the Buddha's messenger to come and get it?

After regaining his composure, Song Ci called Li Zi at night, only saying that he was going to retreat to refine goblins, and told him to guard the backyard so that no one would disturb him.

Seeing the young apprentice who was in her prime, she suddenly felt a little indescribably sour, "Nine is the extreme number of yang, and it takes ninety-nine and eighty-one hours for the teacher to retreat this time. You don't have to do anything else, just take the teacher and brother Junior sister is restrained."

Li Chengfeng still smiled naively like when he was a child, "Master must come out on time, your little grandson is still waiting for the master to host the centenary banquet!"

Song Ci suppressed his tears and smiled, "Li Zi, do you still remember what Master taught you in the early years?"

"Why can't I remember!"

Li Chengfeng deliberately made a bow, imitating his master's appearance and said in a low voice: "The most important thing for us to walk in the rivers and lakes is to 'conquer people with virtue!'"

"Not bad!"

Song Ci took out a long-life lock inlaid with gold and jade from his arms and put it in his hand, "If a person is virtuous, God will protect him. There is a safety talisman engraved on this lock, so you can put it on your child when you go back. "

As long as the little apprentice doesn't mess up, no matter where he goes with the things in his mind, he can plan his life no matter where he goes.Leaving too much foreign matter is a disaster.

After hearing this, Li Chengfeng agreed with a smile, and suddenly felt something when he walked halfway, he turned around and said hesitantly: "Master, you can come out quickly, this disciple is waiting for you!"

"go Go……"

Song Ci turned his back and didn't look at him, and only waited for the courtyard door to be sealed from the outside before sneaking into the west wing of the alchemy room, the secret room with a bronze alchemy furnace.

"One day in the sky, one year on the ground. I think there is not much time left for you and me."

Taking out a vellus hair left by Monkey King, Song Ci thought about it, and there was a twin brother in front of him who was completely identical in clothes and demeanor.

Her voice was light, without the melancholy and despair of going to death, "After I go, please throw this body into the alchemy furnace to refine it. As long as you avoid the ecstasy and chaos in the underworld, you can go or stay. As you wish."

The Taoist just laughed when he heard this, "Children! It's rare to meet by fate, so let my grandson give you a ride!"

At this point, Song Ci finally couldn't help but salute with tears, "Thank you, Grandpa Great Sage..."

After taking the colorless and odorless Jueming Pill, she felt that she was suddenly very brisk, as if she was about to fly to the sky.

Looking down, he saw the Taoist standing beside him picked up his gradually stiff body and threw it into the furnace door, then his eyes went dark and he became unconscious again.

In the next few days, Li Chengfeng, who obeyed his teacher's order and stayed in Wendao Pavilion to teach, felt indescribably flustered in his heart, as if something important was about to disappear.

He didn't dare to say anything, but secretly counted the hours and looked at his watch, hoping that the time limit set by his master would pass quickly.

After looking forward to it day after day, the day finally expired, Li Chengfeng didn't even care about the class, and hurriedly grabbed the keys and ran to the backyard.

Shaking his hands and pushing open the courtyard door, he called loudly as usual, "Master!"

The room was quiet, and even the heat from the alchemy furnace in the past disappeared.

"Master..."

Unknowingly, Li Chengfeng, whose face was full of tears, still walked into the cold secret room, but the thin figure smiling and waving was no longer seen on the futon facing the door, only a dark golden spar lying on the stove Glittering in a handful of white charcoal inside.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Journey to the West is over.Regardless of whether it is good or bad, it finally fulfills the childhood thoughts of the scumbag author, spreading flowers~~