Chapter 3417 Haoran builds a golden body, Pei Qian subdues the dog and goose

Pei Qian handed the brush in his hand to Chen Pingan, took a few steps back, looked up at that sentence, and felt very satisfied. Although the handwriting was still not good and crooked, the content was excellent. She was talking about I learned it from my master Chen Ping'an. On the rock cliff behind Zhuangzi Waterfall, the old swordsman of Shushui Kingdom, the boy in straw sandals once left such a sentence.

Chen Ping'an didn't express any opinions. He handed the brush in his hand to the old cook Zhu Lian and said with a smile.

"You also want to write a few sentences?"

Zhu Lian's body was hunched, and he secretly glanced at Zhou Jue next to him. His heart was full of awe and horror, and he said with a humble smile on his old face.

"I'd better forget it. I haven't picked up a pen in many years. I must be inexperienced in writing, so I won't make anyone laugh."

Chen Ping'an knew the temperament of the old cook Zhu Lian very well. He knew that this man was very high-spirited and arrogant, so he didn't care what he said and just stuffed the brush into his hand.

After all, Zhu Lian was not a timid person. Although he was very fearful and awed by Zhou Jue's appearance, he still caught the brush without being sloppy. He dipped the brush in ink and pondered for a while, and then wrote a lotus root on the wall. The majestic poems of "Flower Blessed Land" are wildly written in cursive script, and have a smooth and elegant style. There is a hint of mellow ancient charm in the bold and bold calligraphy. Few people can match it in calligraphy.

A middle-aged man from Zhuhe Dixiang in Hebo Temple, after seeing Pei Qian's penmanship, he had no hope for Zhu Lian, who claimed to be an old slave. Even if a slave in a wealthy family knew some articles and was proficient in pen and ink, he could not What good things can be written?

"Gathered like mountains, scattered like wind and rain, as fast as thunder and lightning, as agile as eagles and falcons... It is so wonderful that it reaches its peak, it is already superb. He is definitely a hidden master in the world of calligraphy!"

Miao Zhu was very knowledgeable and a knowledgeable person. Although he was not as good as Zhou Jue in holding pens and writing calligraphy, Zhu Lian's writing and calligraphy were also of the highest quality. His words were flowing and flowing, and every word was exquisite, which was admirable.

Chen Ping'an was not surprised at all. Zhu Lian was known as "Zhu Lian's noble son, shameful and banished immortal" in Ouhua Blessed Land. His appearance, demeanor, knowledge, and cultivation are all top-notch, far better than this orphan in Mud Ping Lane. If he were born in the vast world, he would definitely become a master of calligraphy and Confucianism.

Zhu Lian showed a bit of humility on his face, handed the brush back to Chen Pingan, and said with a smile.

"Master, this old slave has the guts to make a fool of himself, so don't make fun of him."

Zhu Lian did not put Chen Ping'an on the fire, which made the straw-shoe boy dumbfounded, but he was not angry.

Zhou Jue put his hands behind his back and glanced at the old cook from the corner of his eye. He knew clearly in his heart that this banished immortal from Lotus Flower Blessed Land did not fully agree with Chen Ping'an and seemed a bit unruly and arrogant.

With pearls and jade in front and rubble behind, Chen Pingan wanted to copy the words on a few bamboo slips according to his heart, but Zhu Lian couldn't bear it and held him up high.

"Young master, why don't you write something from your heart? You have a gap in your heart. You can find a new way. Why follow the ancients everywhere."

Chen Pingan smiled, thought for a moment, made a fist in one hand and a pen in the other, and wrote regular script on the wall in an upright manner. There was nothing outstanding about it, but he was very serious and disciplined.

After Chen Pingan finished writing two sentences, he returned the brush with a wry smile, and everyone was silent.

"The moon is in the sky, the moon is in the world, the moon is on my shoulders when I am studying, the moon is in my eyes when I climb high, and the bamboo basket is broken into pieces when filled with water."

"The wind in the mountains, the wind by the water, the wind blowing under my feet when traveling with my sword, the wind reading books in the sage's study, the wind blowing the duckweeds to meet each other."

Zhou Jue withdrew his gaze, with a look of relief on his face. The straw-shoe boy who originally belonged to Mubo Alley had grown up and gained a bit of magnanimity.

"I finally have some courage and have grown a lot!"

Zhou Jue's praise made Chen Pingan smile shyly and scratch his head with his right hand, as sincerely as before.

After Zhou Jue and others left the calligraphy treasures, they left the place with the courtesy of He Bo. There were no more pilgrims in the He Bo Temple.

An elegant scribe with an ethereal figure and golden light walked out from the statue and stood in the verandah of the fourth entrance. He looked up at the fourteen characters on the wall with a look of awe on his face.

"Master He Bo, there is not much incense, why do you show up and appear?"

If the gods of mountains and rivers want to appear in the world in a golden body, they need the support of essence incense. It doesn't matter if the god of mountains and mountains has a lot of incense, but this little He Bo doesn't have a lot of incense, so he needs to be careful in his daily life.

He Bo, who looked like a middle-aged Confucian scholar, stared at the calligraphy left by Zhou Jue. Under the black ink was a pure white light, majestic and upright, filling the space between heaven and earth, appearing in the eyes of God.

"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and are mixed and endowed with fluid shapes. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. To people, it is said to be vast, and it is as abundant as the sky."

"This is the majestic Qi that has existed for eternity. When it penetrates the sun and the moon, life and death can be settled. The three cardinal principles are actually life, and morality is the root."

He Bo recited loudly, with a look of surprise on his face. He turned to look at Miao Zhu and said excitedly.

"Having this saint's calligraphy treasure is enough for me to reshape my foundation, repair my golden body, and become the righteous god of mountains and rivers!"

After He Bo said this, he bowed and clasped his fists, and said to the calligraphy treasure with great respect.

"The little god pays homage to the saint and asks for his mercy!"

As soon as these words came out, the fourteen characters shone brightly, and a mighty pillar of light condensed between heaven and earth. It was vast and upright, and poured into the statue of Hebo Temple. Suddenly, Hebo's ethereal figure became solid, and the golden light around him was bright. Incomparably dazzling, the personality of the god has been qualitatively improved, and he has stepped into the ranks of righteous gods.

Not far away, Zhou Jue paused slightly, turned his head and glanced back, with a meaningful smile on his face and whispered.

"This He Bo is really smart. He got the aura of awe-inspiring power that I left in the calligraphy treasure. His golden body is stable and his rank has been improved. In the future, he may be able to become one of the best water gods in the East Aquarius Continent!"

Zhou Jue and other people left the official road and traveled through mountains and rivers through mountains and villages. The dust was flying, the weeds were messy, full of vitality, and there was another interesting scenery.

"Woof woof woof!"

Suddenly, several native dogs ran out of the village. They were thin and thin, with ribs protruding from their waists. Their eyes flashed fiercely, and they stared at Zhou Jue and others. Smelly saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths and dripped on them. On the ground, it looked extremely vicious.

Zhou Jue stopped and turned to look at the little Heitan girl. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a narrow smile, and he started to encourage.

"Xiao Pei Qian, I heard that you created a set of crazy swordsmanship of your own, which is unparalleled. Why don't you use it and let me see your majesty and see if you can subdue these local dogs?!"

Pei Qian was thin and held a hiking pole in his hand. When he heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned. Then his face showed an excited look, and he ran towards a few thin native dogs, waving the stick in his hand. The hiking staff used the mad devil swordsmanship that he was most proud of in his life. He killed Buddhas and demons when he encountered them, which was extremely terrifying.

Several native dogs were frightened and ran away. After all, Pei Qian's cultivation was shallow and he was about to be unable to catch up, so he was escaped by these native dogs.

The old cook Zhu Lian's rickety figure gradually stretched out, like an ape, and the afterimage flashed and appeared a few feet away. He intercepted the native dogs that were running away in a hurry. They were so frightened that the native dogs lay on the ground with their tails between their legs. , shivering and not daring to move.

Pei Qian showed a proud smile on his face, squatted down, held the hiking pole in his left hand, and knocked the chestnut on the dog's head with his right hand, and scolded arrogantly.

"Little bitch, what's going on? Are you still fierce? Apologize to Uncle Zhou quickly, or I'll blow your dog's head off!"

Pei Qianhu pretended to be a tiger, turned around and showed a flattering smile to Zhou Jue, threatening a few innocent local dogs, with a fierce tone and an evil look on his face, just like a bitch from a wealthy family, making people want to beat her up.

"Children can be taught!"

"Well done, Xiao Pei Qian, the crazy swordsmanship is indeed sharp and amazing!"

Zhou Jue was not stingy either. He gave a thumbs up and praised the proud little girl loudly.

When Chen Ping'an saw this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he didn't speak and let Pei Qian do whatever he wanted.

Not far away, villagers and children saw a group of people bullying their local dogs, and they immediately became unhappy and walked toward them angrily, cursing.

"The wind is tight, pull!"

Zhou Jue waved his sleeves, his figure flashed, and ran away first. Seeing that something was not going well, Chen Pingan and others also fled, not daring to meet the villagers.

"Hoo ho ho!"

By the river, Pei Qian practiced boxing. The sword practice time was too short, and he was sweating profusely from running. He held his knees with his hands, bent over and panted, looking out of breath, and his dark face turned a little white.

"Quack, quack, quack!"

Suddenly, a loud cry came from not far away. Zhou Jue and others heard the sound and ran away. A group of big white geese held their heads high and ran toward everyone arrogantly.

"Little Pei Qian, it's time for you to show off your skills again!"

Zhou Jue saw the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, and once again encouraged Pei Qian to take action, with a bit of cunning and insidious eyes, as if he was expecting something.

Pei Qian took a deep breath, calmed down his violently beating heart, regrouped, held a hiking pole, and rushed towards the group of arrogant white geese without hesitation, and once again displayed his crazy swordsmanship.

"Wow! Wow!! Wow!!!"

"Master, uncle, these geese are too powerful. I am no match. Please save me!"

Little girl Heitan didn't know that the big white goose was far more ferocious than a native dog. She was chased in a very embarrassed state, barking wildly and having her butt pecked many times. She ran back to Zhou Jue and the others sweating profusely. How could she be so different from just now? Arrogant and proud.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhou Jue, Chen Ping'an, and Zhu Lian all laughed so brightly that Shi Rou behind them felt that they were out of place with these three people.

Zhou Jue waved his sleeves, and a strong wind suddenly rose, flying dust, and blew these menacing, arrogant and domineering white geese into the river, squealing and making it very lively.

"Wow, uncle, your move is so majestic, can you teach me?!"

Pei Qian knew his shame and then became brave. He decided to practice his skills first and put aside the important matter of subduing dogs and geese for a while. When he saw Zhou Jue showing his power, his eyes suddenly became extremely hot and he asked quickly.

"Taoism is not suitable for you, but you are still suitable for practicing boxing and sword practice!"

Zhou Jue looked at the little black girl with sun and moon in her eyes, shook his head, then raised his right hand, and a stream of light shot out, sinking into Pei Qian's eyebrows.

A sword-training technique immediately appeared in Pei Qian's mind. It was so mysterious that she could remember it without memorizing it. It was so miraculous that a look of surprise appeared on her little face.

"This sword technique is not top-notch, but it is still good for laying the foundation!"

"You have completed the Eighteen Stops of Sword Qi. Practicing this sword art can be said to be twice the result with half the effort. You will achieve something very soon. By then, you don't have to be afraid that you won't be able to defeat these big white geese!"

When Chen Pingan heard this, his expression moved slightly, his mouth opened and closed a few times, as if he wanted to speak but hesitated.

"I have lived in an abalone shop for a long time without noticing its smell, and in a house with orchids for a long time I have not noticed its fragrance. Pei Qian has been by your side all day long. Under the influence of his ears and eyes, his temperament has changed drastically. There is no need to worry that she will go astray!"

"Besides, if one day her cultivation surpasses yours and she acts recklessly, I will still be here to prevent things from getting out of hand!"

Zhou Jue noticed Chen Pingan's inner voice and used the magical power of heart-to-heart to transmit the voice into the depths of Chen Pingan's mind and comforted him.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, nodded calmly, and secretly made up his mind that he would never let Pei Qian, the founding disciple, go astray.

Pei Qian was overjoyed, the smile on his little face was extremely bright, his martial arts skills were solidified by three points, and the sun and moon shined brightly in his eyes, which shocked Zhu Lian.

Zhou Jue's eyes moved slightly and fell on Zhu Lian, who had a rickety back and looked like an ape. The body of the banished immortal from the Lotus Flower Blessed Land stiffened, and his muscles tightened, as if his whole body had been seen through. There was no trace of anything. Secrets can be hidden.

"Five Dreams and Seven Appearances, Lu Chen, you are planning too much!"

A thread appeared in Zhou Jue's eyes, one end connected to Zhu Lian, and the other end pierced into the void and connected to a young Taoist priest named Bai Yujing in the Qingming world.

"cut!"

A void sword light shot out of Zhou Jue's eyes and crossed the thread, severing the connection between Bai Yujing's third master and Zhu Lian, making it impossible for Lu Chen's Five Dreams and Seven Phases method to be perfected.

In Qing Ming Tian Xia, in the Bai Yu Jing Hall, Lu Chen sat cross-legged, with his five hearts upward, his eyes closed tightly, and his mind was dim. Suddenly, a sword light appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness, fell on his head, and struck on his golden body. Part of his origin dissipated, causing him to suddenly wake up. He opened his mouth and spit out a stream of blood mist, and his face turned pale.

"Someone took action and killed one of my incarnations!"

Lu Chen kept pinching his hands and fingers, and a mysterious aura enveloped the entire hall. He was deducing the secrets. The messy causal lines could not be sorted out, so he had no choice but to give up the deduction. His face showed a solemn look, and a hazy shadow shrouded it. The deepest part of the soul.

"It's hard to predict the secret of heaven. The person who took action is far better than me in cultivation. Among the four worlds, there are only a handful of people who can do this. I just don't know which one it is?!"

Zhu Lian felt his heart empty, and then he felt a sense of great relief, as if some kind of shackles had been broken. From now on, the sky is high and birds can fly, and the sea is wide and fish can leap, and he can swim freely without restraint.

Zhou Jue, Chen Pingan and others did not move very fast along the way. The main reason was that Chen Pingan was hot-tempered and liked to meddle in other people's affairs. He subdued demons and saved people in Liu's Lion Park, and led by example, guiding Pei Qian on the right path.

After stopping and walking, it took about half a month for the group to arrive in Kyoto of the Qingluan Kingdom. Kyoto was bustling and bustling. Zhu Lian asked Chen Pingan for some gold, silver, and white items, and went to buy those men and women fighting. In calligraphy and painting, a gentleman never changes his true character.

Chen Pingan went to a century-old shop and bought some exquisite rice paper. The price made the stingy straw-shoe boy grit his teeth and feel distressed.

Zhou Jue and others chose a downtown restaurant, ordered some food, and ate happily. At the dinner table, Zhu Lian and Pei Qian glared at each other, with chopsticks in their hands like lightning, they fought over a plump big chicken leg. , Zhou Jue and Chen Pingan were too lazy to pay attention to them and allowed themselves to make nonsense.

"His Majesty the Emperor is going to hold a Buddhist and Taoist conference. Countless masters gathered in Kyoto. A strange thing happened yesterday. Have you heard about it?"

"What's the matter? Tell me quickly!"

The restaurant was very lively. The guests at the table next to Zhou Jue were whispering about a wonderful thing that happened in the capital yesterday, which caused Chen Pingan and others to prick up their ears and eavesdrop.

"It rained heavily yesterday. There was a scholar who came to Beijing to take shelter from the rain under the eaves. There was an eminent monk walking in the rain holding an umbrella. The scholar asked the eminent monk if he could give him a ride so that he could avoid the rain. The eminent monk said that he was in the rain, and the scholar was under the eaves in a place where there was no rain. , no need to cross. The scholar walked out of the roof and stood in the rain. The monk shouted and went to find an umbrella. Finally, the scholar lost his mind and returned to the roof.

"This Zen master has great compassion and true Buddha Dharma. What the eminent monk holds in his hand is not a paper umbrella, but the Dharma that can save all living beings. What the scholar really needs is not the Zen master to save him, but the lack of Dharma in his heart that can help him. So, Only then will he be awakened by the words of the eminent monk."

The guests at the inn had a heated discussion, exclaiming in exclamation from time to time, saying that the monk had profound Dharma, great compassion, and saved all sentient beings in suffering.

Zhou Jue took a sip of the chicken soup in the bowl, curled his lips, and said meaningfully.

"No taste!"

"Mr. Zhou, you are not a monk, so naturally you think this bowl of chicken soup has no taste!"

Chen Ping'an is no longer what he used to be. He has punched millions of punches and traveled thousands of miles. His insights and insights are far beyond those of ordinary people. How come he doesn't understand the deep meaning of Zhou Jue's words.

"If after drinking, the Zen master lent the umbrella to the scholar and walked together through the wind and rain, this bowl of chicken soup would taste better?"

Hearing this, Chen Pingan lowered his head and took a sip of chicken soup again. It was extremely delicious and said with a smile.

"It sure tastes better!"

Zhu Lian and Pei Qian also stopped fighting. In the end, the plump chicken leg fell into Pei Qian's mouth. She was chewing on the chicken leg and pulling rice into her mouth. When she heard the two discussing, her little face showed confusion. His expression was confused.

Zhou Jue reached out and patted the little Hei Tan girl on the head and said with a smile.

"Eat your chicken legs and rice, you can't drink this chicken soup!"

Pei Qian couldn't figure it out, so he didn't waste his energy. He hummed and buried his head in eating again. After a while, the little girl leaned back slightly, with a round belly, and said proudly.

"Uncle Master, chicken legs are still delicious!"

"This is the most interesting thing to say!"

Zhou Jue chuckled, and his smile was bright and bright, more dazzling than the sunlight outside the window, which made Pei Qian stunned. He thought that this uncle smiled really well, only slightly worse than his master.

Because of this Buddhist-Taoist debate, many strange things happened in the capital of Qingluan Kingdom. For example, some monks chopped up Buddha statues and burned them as firewood, and some monks drank and ate meat in the market, shouting that wine and meat passed through the intestines, but the Buddha remained in the heart, which was deafening and thought-provoking. On the contrary, the Taoist priests of Qingluan Kingdom rarely did anything shocking, and gradually lost the upper hand in the debate between the two sides.

Chen Ping'an showed a thoughtful look on his face. He felt that Zhou Jue's every word and action was full of mystery, which was more thought-provoking than the shocking actions of those eminent monks and Zen masters.