Nan Fuguang refused to admit that it was a coward to go down the mountain as soon as something happened to him.
People in the mortal world are too lazy to care about what is happening in the world of immortality. They are not even likely to go to the black market and use the common currency to exchange for five low-grade crystal stones at high prices (with varying ratios) to subscribe to the "Three Realms Package Inquiry".
So what’s wrong with her yearning for a pure land on earth where people won’t make irresponsible remarks about her?
What's more, she has a legitimate reason. "I won't get rich until I wake up from the dream" has been in the market for a few days. What is the market feedback now? She always has to investigate before she can come up with a greater invention. Isn't this right?
Nan Fuguang walked through the streets and alleys. Even though she was not wearing a hat to cover her face, the few people on the street would only glance at Nan Fuguang lightly because of the Yuntianzong Taoist robe she was wearing and then look away. No one pointed at her. She said: Look, the pests that steal love and hinder the growth of trees are helping the light.
As a result, her brain got a short rest. Nan Fuguang finally had time to relax and think. She was considering whether to terminate the contract with Yan Ji'an. There were many specific reasons——
For example, people in the world of immortality do not agree with Yan Ji'an to freely develop Taoist companions because of the life and death of that tree.
For example, Yan Ji'an was swaying about this matter.
For example, the appearance of Lu Sang was like a switch that opened a series of various problems, like someone who was born to be sent by Heaven to confront her, just like today when she may have touched the cultivation heaven and floor, the other party solemnly announced that he would be a disciple within three days of entry. From the initial stage of Qi refining to the breakthrough to the middle stage of Qi refining...
Nan Fuguang felt extremely uncomfortable.
Regardless of whether it was because of jealousy or not, she didn't want to have internal friction anymore. If she continued like this, she would be so tangled that she would get wrinkles.
Forget it, stay away from them, leave Yuntian Sect, and go to a small sect that will only be ecstatic to get a monk in the final stage of foundation building.
Then everyone is happy.
The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. Until his increasingly unrestrained thinking was interrupted by a scream from the front, Nan Fuguang came back to his senses and realized that he had accidentally walked to the market last time——
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Oh, thanks to a certain pork stall, it has now transformed from a market into a famous scenic spot.
……
The crowds of people with girl groups as the main force have not changed in the past few days, but what is different today is that they are not lining up to wait for consumption, but are standing in a circle, with panic on everyone's faces.
Nan Fuguang pushed through the crowd and looked inside, only to see a few big and thick local gangsters holding clubs, shovels and other rough tools in their hands, standing in front of the pork stall and shouting arrogantly.
One of them, a gangster who was about the same height as Nan Fuguang but had a square-shaped face, was shouting that he had bought some pork to make Dongpo pork for his 80-year-old mother. The old mother died after eating it and drove west. Now he wants justice!
As he spoke, he slammed the sledgehammer in his hand onto the pork stall——
The simple wooden signboard was thrown to the ground and split into two with a "snap", which caused another exclamation!
Nan Fuguang heard the girl next to her burst into tears and whisper: "It's so unreasonable! That's Old Man Wang, who sells meat at the end of the street. His parents have been dead for decades, so where's the old mother? Now he's just deliberately looking for trouble because his business has been hindered!" ”
Hearing this, Nan Fuguang lamented that Fanchen also had his own version of the involution. She looked around out of curiosity——
Finally she found the butcher himself in the shadows not far behind the pork stall.
Probably because the temperature was not that high in the early morning, today's pig butcher was dressed well. He was wearing light blue coarse cloth clothes and a black belt tied casually around his waist. However, the clothes could not cover his tall and straight body like an ancient tree. of...
"You pretty face!"
Old Man Wang didn't notice that the person he was scolding hysterically had at least two words that had nothing to do with "little pretty face".
His long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong, bronze arms. At the moment when he was scolded as a "pretty boy," although the man didn't have too many extraneous expressions on his face, for some reason, he was able to read a hint of helplessness.
When Old Man Wang yelled, "You pay my mother," he forcefully grabbed the butcher's knife that he had hit on the chopping board, and when he failed to pull it up after the first tug, the butcher's hand finally moved.
At the same time, Nan Fuguang's eyes moved away from the man's protruding fingers, and then she took action——
The long white silk cloth flew out from the sleeves of the fairy sister from the Yuntian Sect, as if it had life, and the dragon flew towards Old Man Wang!
The silk cloth made a few circles and flexibly wrapped around the big man's wrist that was still holding the butcher's knife. He was so startled that he shuddered suddenly and turned around, looking into a pair of clean and bright black apricot eyes.
Raising his hand for a moment, and then yanking it hard, the silk cloth with the power of wood was like the root of a thousand-year-old banyan tree, easily lifting Old Man Wang up——
When they reached high altitude, Nan Fuguang suddenly withdrew the power injected into him. Lingbu relaxed without any warning, and Old Wang was thrown into the moat next to him like he was on a swing!
"Wow!" There was a loud sound of water.
"Ah, ah, you scared me!"
"It's a monk——"
"He's from Yuntian Sect!"
"I never thought I could say this to people in the world of immortality: It seems that they can really represent justice occasionally!"
Old Man Wang struggled to swim back in the water, feeling very embarrassed. The group of accomplices he brought fled in the sound of splashing water.
The buzzing discussions around her were accompanied by applause, and Nan Fuguang was still a little dazed: it was really refreshing that people were applauding for her now.
The crowd dispersed around her.
When she was shrouded in a small shadow again, she raised her head with difficulty and realized that this scene seemed familiar——
Nan Fuguang narrowed her eyes slightly. This time, without any hindrance, she finally discovered that the person in front of her did not actually have short hair. He just shaved his hair very short and tied a small wolf tail behind his head.
It was still as hot as a volcano, and his broad shoulders blocked most of the dazzling sunlight. When she opened her eyes with difficulty, he said thank you to her very calmly.
"You're welcome." Nan Fuguang said, "It's unlucky for them that they happened to meet Sister Xianzi who was in a bad mood today."
He didn't respond immediately.
Their eyes met in silence for a while.
The butcher suddenly asked, "Do you want to eat wontons?"
……
Stepping over the threshold, there was actually a wonton stall at the base of the wall behind the butcher's pig-killing stall.
Nan Fuguang randomly chose a table and sat down. Nan Fuguang was still a little confused. This man's business was really broad. Have you ever thought that if you want to make any money, maybe the next time the person who hits his stall will be the wonton seller?
Of course she wasn't hungry. She sat at the table and tilted her head to watch the butcher wash his hands in the water skillfully. Then he picked up a wonton wrapper that was not as big as the palm of his hand, picked out the fillings, and wrapped a wonton in a funny and flexible way. .
This probably means walking the path you can take and not caring if others have nowhere to go?
Nan Fuguang suddenly realized.
Otherwise, in recent years, the group of Buddhist cultivators have gradually emerged from heresy as a new force, and occasionally they can indeed get some salvos in their theories——
"Davipasha Lun" and "Prajna Sutra" teach people the Mahayana Bodhisattva path, to benefit all living beings and to save all living beings.
However, the "Four Agama Sutras" teach people with the "four connections" and "twelve causes and conditions" to achieve Arhat, liberation and nirvana, that is, to save yourself from troubles before saving all living beings.
The laws of all things in the world exist and are reasonable.
The former did not shout to the latter to kill him.
So why does she have to think so hard about the so-called "everyone is happy"?
She had to compromise, give in as much as possible, and let the people who made her unhappy get the ending she wanted. What kind of happy ending was this?
Yan Ji'an needs to be responsible for the progress of civilization in the Three Realms and Six Paths and must play with women, so why can't she, Nan Fuguang, raise a pretty boy for her own happiness?
——Save me.
Save me! I am a common man!
Like a beam of holy light falling from the sky, Nan Fuguang's whole soul was sublimated. She quickly checked her Qi sea to see if there was any movement of light shining through herself...
Of course, there was no surprise, Mao didn't happen.
There was only a bowl of wontons falling in front of me.
Milky white lard is poured into the original soup and sprinkled with a handful of chopped green onions. The round wonton skins are filled with fresh fillings and steaming.
Through the milky white heat, Nan Fuguang raised his head and looked at the butcher who was looking calmly at him with his head down across the table.
"Eat."
His low magnetic voice was as concise as when he said "thank you".
Compared with the superior Immortal Lord, pig butcher is really not a very respectable profession, but Nan Fuguang found that at this moment, her heart was calm and bright.
She really needs someone who is so emotionally stable that he won't blink even when the guy eating is being smashed, to tell her what "everything except you is just a blur, life is short, don't internalize it".
She put down the spoon.
"Pig-killer."
The other party looked up at her, paused and saw that she had no intention of moving her chopsticks, "You don't listen to what I'm saying at all."
ah?
What to listen to?
eat?
What's the rush?
Not hungry.
"Are you suitable for marriage?"
"Not yet."
"Then have you ever considered having a dream relationship with a young girl who is cultivating immortality and entering Taoism?"
She asked without thinking.
……
There was a moment of dead silence.
Across the table, Nan Fuguang could feel that the butcher opposite might have thought through all the possibilities of whether she was mentally ill in this silence.
His very angular lips pursed lightly, and with that not-so-obvious gentleness, he called her name.
Being called by his first and last name in a deep voice, the numbing feeling of something brushing against his back of his neck came over again. Nan Fuguang almost stopped holding the white porcelain spoon in his hand.
She blinked and said "hmm": "What? Do you know me?"
The pig butcher lowered his eyes and imitated her and said "hmm": "I read books and newspapers occasionally."
Are you actually literate?
This is a bit embarrassing.
Nan Fuguang threw down the spoon in her hand. She felt as if she was wearing a vest and going crazy everywhere, only to have her identity revealed. She silently covered her face with her hands and took a deep breath.
I was just about to say that what I just said was all talk in my sleep. Forget it, just let it all stay at the ordinary and healthy link of "the fairy sister of Yuntian Sect draws her sword to help when encountering injustice"——
The other party stretched out his long arm, took out a small pony and stuffed it under his butt, and then actually sat down opposite her in a somewhat depressed posture.
As if this matter was really something to be discussed.
Nan Fuguang looked at him in shock through his fingers, wondering what was going on?
Did he see her great strength?
Or did you belatedly realize that your shop had been smashed, and realize that anyone who opens a business needs a strong backing?
Impressed by her beauty?
Don't you take advantage of the advantage of having it delivered to your door? You bastard?
"Eat."
The butcher tapped the wooden tabletop that was about to fall apart and reminded him again.
Originally, Nan Fuguang could ignore his inexplicable persistence.
But in order to show that she was not broken, she put down the hand covering her face, grabbed the white porcelain spoon she had thrown away earlier, scooped up a wonton and stuffed it into her mouth.
The stuffing used in the wontons is obviously freshly slaughtered, and it is quite delicious when paired with shepherd's purse and water chestnuts.
While she was eating wontons, the butcher "put one hand on his face and looked down at her very seriously, as if he was thinking seriously about something.
After a while, he did not ask her why she had such an open mind, but said: "In "Three Worlds Bao Inquiry", there is an immortal king——"
"Immortal Lord Yunshang?"
"Oh, yes."
The speaker's eyebrows seemed to droop naturally, and his face turned into a faint perfunctory expression, "Those who are cultivators of immortality and Taoism look down on mortals."
Um?
Why are you telling me this?
Are you going to have a fight on the spot?
Nan Fuguang didn't know why.
Then I saw the other person's eyebrows raised again, and this time it became an atmosphere of being full and looking for trouble.
"If one day that immortal king is blamed for this coveted friendship, are you strong enough to protect me?"
"..."
Are you kidding me?
"Can't."
Hearing this, the pig butcher fell into silence for a short time, and then let out a long sigh.
……
A moment later.
Nan Fuguang stood outside the door, thinking angrily: What's going on with this pig-butcher? He has such a good-looking face for nothing. Why can he throw me out just because I'm honest enough? ! ! !
……
Nan Fuguang angrily kicked the wooden door that was closed behind her and took a step forward——
The summer fire above the head is like burning the sky, and the summer is the seven stars of Suzaku in the south. The seven stars are in sync with the heart and convey the message of life.
Nan Fuguang has not yet stood firm, he only feels a flower in front of his eyes, like seven stars twinkling in front of his eyes, the well is like a field, the ghost is sitting on the ribs, the willow is like a willow branch, the light of Zhang Su is absorbed into the heart, and the Zhen is like a car, guarding Middle Palace ①……
The stars are an extra beam of light shooting down from an unknown place. The light spreads out like a circular fan and shines brightly in an instant.
At that moment, the eternal anger, resentment or anxiety in the heart seemed to turn into a stream of true energy around the heart, and was burned out by the true fire under the scorching sun.
The ashes turned into the essence of fire and were absorbed by the heart. Nan Fuguang was caught off guard and felt that his heart was connected to Jiquan and Shaohai, and a warm current passed through it.
Sacred and solemn music exploded in my mind.
She entered the early stage of Jindan.
(End of chapter)
The author said: Pig-killer: Uwantit, Ugotit
It is indeed casual to advance to Jindan in this way, but it is also intentional. The reason is that there will be a callback in the future (even in the future). All you need to know is that Riri's character is very, very, very complete, with front and back, and the dual strength of killing pigs. Complementary, just not casual at all
After all, all current worldviews are just a skin
The red envelopes are being handed out today, oh, I love you, dear ones, please press your paws.
①Reference modified from "Internal Evidence Observation Notes"