Chapter 10 Yixing Pavilion
Liang Yan stood up and bowed to the old monk,
"Thank you, Master, for protecting the Dharma."
The old monk nodded slightly, and then said seriously: "From now on, you and I can no longer be masters and disciples. I have introduced you to Yi Xing Pavilion. Yi Although Xing Pavilion is a major Confucian sect, the library inside it also contains Buddhist techniques, which are enough for you to practice to build the foundation. As for the future path, it depends on you."
Liang Yan nodded silently. The old monk added: "Come with me, and I will take you to see the person who will guide you in Yixing Pavilion."
The young and old left the Piaoyun Inn and walked towards the top of the mountain. The mountain road was rugged, but the two of them were fast on their feet and reached the top of the mountain in a short time.
Liang Yan looked up and saw a large vermilion house located in the middle of the mountain top. There were two people standing in front of the house, a man and a woman. The woman was wearing blue clothes and looked elegant; the man was standing in front of the house. Wearing a Confucian robe in green and holding a folding fan, it was the scholar Lin Fei who hosted the auction that night.
The two of them seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When they saw the old monk approaching, they stepped forward and clasped their fists, saying, "Senior!" After that, they looked up and down at Liang Yan, "Could this be the person entrusted by senior?"
“Yes, this little baby has something to do with the poor monk. There are also spiritual roots, but the poor monk is busy and cannot lead him to practice."
"Senior, don't worry, if senior hadn't healed me last time, I would have been in danger. Lin guarantees that he will definitely do it. Introduce this son to the sect.”
The old monk nodded and walked towards a corner. Liang Yan knew that he had something to tell him, so he followed closely.
The two of them arrived under a willow tree at the edge of the top of the mountain. The old monk said: "Your spiritual roots are mixed and your qualifications are too poor. After I leave, you must practice harder. What others spend a day on is what you have to do." Ten days of hard work, otherwise the road to cultivation will be unpredictable."
Liang Yan nodded silently.
The old monk then said: "I taught you the eight Dharma signs. You can only practice the first four signs now. The last four signs need to wait until you reach the level of Juyuan or above. These eight signs are all living things. The appearance is also the treasured appearance of the Buddha. You must practice it diligently and day by day In the future, if you can reach the state of 'the image comes from the heart', and you can still use the magic of the image without using the posture, you will be considered a beginner."
Liang Yan saw that he was doing everything in detail, and asked him one by one. Knowing that the separation is imminent, his eyes are slightly moist.
Seeing his reluctance, the old monk smiled deliberately and said: "Young man, there is no need to be sad. As the saying goes, all banquets in the world come to an end. The old monk will introduce you to the door. Plant Bodhi seeds today and hope to bloom a nine-grade lotus in the future!"
After saying that, he laughed and flew up the rosary beads in his hand, dragging the old monk into a golden light and disappearing into the horizon.
Liang Yan was stunned as he watched the golden light disappear. There was a cough from behind. Looking back, Lin Fei had already walked over and said to him: "Your name is Liang Yan, right? You will rest here for the night. I will take you to the sect tomorrow morning."
"But it depends on the arrangements of the seniors."
"Well, our Yixing Pavilion is a major Confucian sect. When you join our sect, you need to practice diligently and not neglect it. In addition, our sect has strict laws and regulations. I hope you will strictly abide by it.”
Liang Yan said respectfully, "Junior, please keep this in mind."
Seeing that he was quite sensible, Lin Fei nodded with satisfaction and said, "You go inside and find a wing. We will set off early tomorrow morning. ”
Liang Yan chose a room in the corner and sat cross-legged to meditate that night, recalling the changes in the Tianji Pearl last night.
“It seems that the strange idea that prompted me to buy the wooden fish at yesterday’s auction should have come from this Tianji Pearl.”
“At that time, the Tianji Pearl absorbed a wisp of the devil’s aura. , four black spheres appeared around me, one of which I could faintly see the word '魔' lit up, but then dimmed."
"It should be that Tianjizhu is not satisfied with this demon, so it only absorbed a ray of demonic energy, but it gave me such pure spiritual power in return, helping me to break through to the second level of Qi training. If I can hunt a more suitable demon, Isn’t that the head?”
Thinking of this, Liang Yan shook his head again. He was only at the second level of Qi training, but he wanted to subdue the demon. He was lucky not to be swallowed as blood food. , simply whimsical.
Liang Yan calmed down, took out the storage bags of Chen Chong, Xu Kun and others, and took stock of the loot. Among these people, Xu Kun was a physical cultivator, and he had few spiritual stones on his body. He did have some medicinal materials for tempering the physical body, but they were all cheap. On the contrary, Chen Chong and Tang Yan were rich, with a total of nearly 150 spiritual stones, and Chen Hu alone had more than 100 spiritual stones, plus what the old monk left for him, Liang Yan Now he has a net worth of more than 300 spiritual stones.
Liang Yan smiled and sorted the materials and utensils in the storage bag into categories. Just continue to sit cross-legged and meditate, consolidating the cultivation you just achieved.
One night passed, and at dawn the next day, a voice message rang in Liang Yan’s mind:
"Hurry up and meet at the entrance of the courtyard!"
Liang Yan stood up in a hurry, packed his things, put the storage bag on his waist, pushed the door open and walked towards the entrance of the courtyard.
At this time, there were three people standing at the entrance of the courtyard. In addition to the woman in blue and Lin Fei whom I saw yesterday, there was also a fat middle-aged man dressed like an actor.
When Lin Fei saw Liang Yan arriving, he nodded slightly to him, then turned to the fat officer and said: "The Cuishan Auction has been successfully held. The two of us are going back to the sect to resume our lives. The aftermath will be dealt with here. Please leave it to Fellow Daoist Wang. "
The fat officer laughed and said: "This is my duty, and it should be so. Fellow Daoist Lin should not go out and return to the sect as soon as possible. "
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Lin Fei smiled and nodded, turned around and threw a turtle out of the storage bag. The turtle grew when it saw the wind, and in the blink of an eye it was three feet in diameter. It's almost the same as a small boat. Liang Yan looked closely and saw wood grain all over the turtle's body, and there was a "click" sound at the joints. It turned out to be a machine beast.
Lin Fei jumped on the wooden turtle first. The woman in blue smiled slightly and made a hand seal with her right hand. A breeze lifted Liang Yan and landed on the wooden turtle. Then he turned over and jumped on the wooden turtle. .
The big turtle took the three people into the air and galloped towards the west. Yunping Mountain is located in the southwest of Zhao State. It is a towering mountain surrounded by white clouds.
On it, thousands of rocks compete with each other, thousands of valleys compete with streams, the vegetation is green, and the clouds are steaming and the clouds are shining. It is a rare beauty in the world.
Such a beautiful scenery, but not many tourists. According to nearby villagers, Yunping Mountain is covered in heavy fog from halfway up the mountainside, and ordinary people cannot distinguish things after entering it for a moment. Even if experienced hunters go up the mountain, they only dare to hunt at the foot of the mountainside.
Fortunately, although people who go up the mountain can't tell the direction, after going round and round, they always end up walking down the mountain inexplicably, without fear of their lives. Therefore, there are rumors that there are immortals living on Yunping Mountain, and mortals are not allowed to approach.
At this moment, a wooden boat is floating on a wide river in the mountains. There are three people standing on it. They are a man in Confucian robes, a beautiful woman in blue clothes, and a young man in black. It is Liang Yan. One line.
The wooden boat was transformed from the wooden turtle that was the previous mechanism. Lin Fei, a man in Confucian robes, was standing in the middle of the wooden boat, casting spells to control the movement of the wooden boat. Something suddenly occurred to him at this moment, and he turned to Liang Yan and asked, "Are you curious why I stopped flying here and started sailing in a boat?"
Liang Yan scratched his head and smiled: "I really don't know."< br>
Lin Fei said with a serious face: "Because our Yixing Pavilion is an authentic Confucian sect, the etiquette and laws within the sect are strict. This place is very close to the sect. All the disciples around the sect, as long as they have not broken through the foundation building and entered the Juyuan realm, will be Flying is prohibited to show respect for the sect."
"In addition, There are ritual pavilions and law pavilions in the sect. After you enter the sect, you must first report to these two pavilions. Someone will teach you the rules. You must strictly abide by them. If you violate them, you will be severely punished!”
Liang Yan nodded respectfully on the surface and said, "Disciple, I understand." However, he felt slightly bored in his heart.
In fact, he has a loose personality and is carefree. The red tape of Confucianism is not to his liking. However, he knows that Lin Fei is trying to beat himself up, and he is under the roof. If he loses this opportunity, he may not be able to do it again in the future. He has no chance of immortality, so he can only nod his head in agreement.
Seeing this, Lin Fei nodded with satisfaction, then ignored him and concentrated on driving the canoe.
As they deepened deeper, the surrounding trees gradually became denser, and the river became wider and wider, with rapid and turbulent water flow. The wooden boat they were driving also began to rise and fall, like a leaf blown by the wind, and it might capsize at any time.
Liang Yan was confused. He heard Lin Fei say before that the sect was nearby, but at this time, deep in the mountains and old forests, how could there be even half a building? Just as I was in shock and doubt, I suddenly saw the mighty water rushing down ahead, and I actually reached a natural waterfall.
Where the waterfall falls, white mist is steaming, and the sound of water is exciting. Even if you can't see the whole picture, you know it must be a majestic and magnificent hanging river. Liang Yan felt anxious and secretly cursed: "Should we just rush down like this?"
The wooden boat arrived at the drop of the hanging river in an instant, and Lin Fei raised his hand to play a talisman, and the talisman flew through the air. There was no trace in the blink of an eye, and then the wooden boat carried three people and rushed down towards the waterfall.
Liang Yan's heart rose in his throat, and suddenly a dazzling white light illuminated him, making him unable to see. He felt as if he was falling rapidly from mid-air, with nowhere to focus.
The white light came and went quickly. Liang Yan was still trembling with fear when he suddenly felt his feet hit the ground. The white light receded and he could open his eyes again.
At this time, there was no sound of majestic flowing water around him. He was in a winding river with a gentle flow, carrying the wooden boat forward slowly. There is a large lake in front of him, surrounded by many small rivers like his own, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, slowly converging into the large lake in the middle.
Liang Yan looked behind him again. The river was meandering, but there was no shadow of the majestic waterfall just now. It's just that a large white mist appeared at the end of the river in the distance, and it was so vast and endless that there was no end in sight.
Liang Yan took a deep breath and knew that he had arrived at the Holy Land of the Immortal Family. Even though he had been witty and calm since he was young, he couldn't help but feel excited and excited at this moment.
The wooden boat carried the three people forward slowly, and soon they entered the large lake ahead. After walking forward for half a stick of incense, a broad and majestic valley entrance was revealed in front of everyone.
The valley is magnificent, with two sky-high rock pillars on the left and right, with dragons and phoenixes dancing on them, and two lines of large characters written on them. Liang Yan looked from afar,
On the mountain pillar on the left, he saw: "The sky makes the chessboard stars as pieces, who dares to play?"
On the mountain pillar on the right, it said: "The earth makes the pipa" Rain is a string, who can play it?"
There is also a huge stone exposed out of the lake in the middle of the lake, facing the mouth of the valley, with the three characters "Yixing Pavilion" written on it.
Liang Yan wanted to take a closer look, but suddenly he felt that the characters on the mountain pillars were jumping out of shape, as if they were about to jump out, and the turning points of the strokes were even more sharp like knives and axes. It stung his eyes, so he hurriedly closed his eyes. Don't dare to look anymore.
Lin Fei saw his appearance, smiled slightly, and said: "The poems on the mountain pillars were left by the founder of our sect, Yixing Zhenren. The master's chess formations and unparalleled splendor created the creation of our Yixing Pavilion. It has been passed down for thousands of years. The charm of his writing is not something that a young man like you, who has just entered the Qi refining stage, can bear." He spoke with a beaming expression, clearly showing great admiration for the sect.
"Thank you, senior, for the tip!" Liang Yan nodded in response.
During the conversation, the canoe had already reached the mouth of the valley. Lin Fei raised his head and said loudly: "Junior Lin Fei, his mission has been completed and he has returned to the sect. I respectfully ask the elder to let him go!"
Liang Yan looked up and saw two figures vaguely visible on the rocks at the entrance of the valley. However, they were too high up to see their faces clearly. He probably knew they were two young Confucian scholars, who seemed to be playing chess.
One of the Confucian scholars waved his hand downward and said: "I know, Mr. Lin, you are really good at picking the time. You interrupted my train of thought. Go in!" After saying that, he waved his hand impatiently. Yellow light shot towards the middle of the valley mouth, and a faint transparent ripple appeared, as if something had been temporarily broken.
Lin Fei bowed respectfully again and said loudly: "Thank you, elder!" Then he led everyone ashore, collected the canoes, and the three of them walked into the valley
(End of this chapter)