"Master Mu, please stay."
A young Taoist priest rushed out of the room with the Taoist boy who had just rejected them.
It turned out that Daoist Qingyu was sitting in the backyard of the Taoist temple and did not travel far at all.
He just saw through Mu Sanye's thoughts, and he didn't want to see it, but the Great Zhou Tianzi had passed the year of knowing the destiny of heaven, and in the past two years, he gradually became interested in asking for immortals and medicines.
The direction of the wind reversed, and the civil and military officials openly and secretly sought monks to visit the Tao, just to please the Son of Heaven.
Seeing that Mu Sanye treated that smart and weird little girl like this, a thought flashed in his heart, and he held three coins in his hand and counted them.
The results of the hexagram show that this girl actually has great merit, he has been stuck on the fourth layer of Jindan for a long time, and he has not been able to gather enough merit to advance.
Could it be that the fate of this girl is calculated carefully, I don't want to, with his cultivation, it is actually a cloud and mountain fog cover, and he can't see through the numerology of the little girl.
It's been a long time since I've encountered such a miracle He hurriedly summoned the Taoist priest outside the door: "Yichen, this girl's numerology is very strange.
You bring someone into the side hall and secretly test her qualifications. ” "Yes, Uncle Shi."
The young Taoist priest called Yichen hurriedly went outside to chase people.
Seeing Mu Wan'er fainting, he was secretly happy in his heart: it was just to save him from making up another tongue.
"Ling Ai's body is weak, Master Mu might as well take Ling Ai to the side hall for a short rest, and then go down the mountain later."
Mu Sanye thought that Daoist Qingyu had changed his mind, and he was a little disappointed in his heart.
However, he still ordered Hong Niangzi to carry people into the side hall.
With Hong Niangzi's mother and daughter taking care of her, Mu Sanye was very relieved to follow Daotong to the Yashe next door to rest and drink tea.
Yichen took advantage of Hong Niangzi's mother and daughter not paying attention, and found two sleepy charms, "Bu, Bu", and took a picture of one of them.
The mother and daughter froze in response, closed their eyes, and fell asleep.
Only then did Yichen level Mu Wan'er's right hand, and took out a fist-sized spirit bead and put it in it.
In an instant, the crystal clear spirit beads were magnificent.
Yichen looked closely, and there were four colors of red, blue, green and yellow in the beads.
It turned out to be the four spirit roots of wood, water, earth, and fire, which were only slightly better than the five spirit roots, and they were a waste material.
However, it is already rare for mortals to have spiritual roots.
Yichen collected the spirit bead and sent a message to the Qingyu Dao Chief's divine sense to report the measurement results.
Such qualifications are difficult to achieve.
Daoist Qingyu hesitated a little: "Don't make a noise first, let them go down the mountain." ” "Yes."
Yichen waved the sleeves of his robe and collected the slumber charm.
Hong Niangzi and the eldest girl woke up immediately, and everything did not fall one after another.
Yichen secretly pinched a trick and flicked Mu Wan'er's human acupoint in the air.
Mu Wan'er blinked her eyes and woke up.
"Taoism is a place of pure cultivation.
Now that you girls are awake, please go down the mountain.
Yichen made a gesture of please.
In the end, he couldn't see the face of Qingyu Dao Chang, and Mu Sanye was very disappointed.
He returned to Zhuangzi and carefully inquired about the situation of the three of them in the side hall.
None of the three could say anything special.
Mu Sanye found nothing, and it was useless to even have lunch, so he left in a hurry.
"Hehe, I'm afraid it's rare for my father to come back in the future."
Seeing the horse team walk away, Mu Wan'er touched her face and sighed.
In her previous life, she saw that her father treated the Qian mother and daughter very coldly, and her heart was still sweet.
Now that I think about it, my father is really cold by nature.
That night, Mu Wan'er had a high fever.
The whole person burned unconscious.
Fortunately, the eldest girl came out on an errand for the first time.
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Hong couldn't rest assured, and she had been sleeping with the eldest girl outside for the past two nights.
In the middle of the night, she heard a groaning sound from inside, and she got up and put on her coat to check.
Seeing Mu Wan'er's little face flushed like a piece of coal, she was startled, hurriedly reached out to touch her forehead, and immediately retracted: "Ah, you won't be burned into a fool if it's so hot."
Three steps and two steps went outside to wake up the big girl: "Quick, you carry the lantern and go home to call your father." said that the girl had a high fever and was in a daze, and asked him to go to the temple to ask the Taoist master for medicine to reduce fever.
"There is no Langzhong around here, usually there is a headache and brain fever in the village, and they all go to the temple to ask the Taoist priest for medicine to eat.
And the Taoist priests in the Liuyun Temple have always been willing to give, and they also have to respond.
Unexpectedly, Daoist Qingyu personally came down the mountain.
Hey, isn't the Taoist chief wandering outside, Hong Niangzi opened her mouth, and understood that the Taoist chief looked down on the master and didn't give the master face.
Soon, she was relieved again: the Taoist chief is a master of the Tao, and it is no wonder that there is no dust in his eyes.
After Mu Sanye and his party left, Qingyu Daoist thought about it left and right, and never understood how to get this great merit, and wanted to find an opportunity to go down the mountain to see Mu Wan'er again.
Hearing that Hong Niangzi came to the temple to ask for medicine for the little girl, he simply came with him.
Stretched out two fingers and gently pressed them on the wrist of Mu Wan'er's right hand, and used spiritual power to probe his heart, he couldn't help frowning: "Unexpectedly, the soul is far stronger than ordinary people." ” The cause of Mu Wan'er is that her soul is too strong, and her physical body is too weak.
Usually, when people are stimulated, they will cause mental instability, which will produce the power of spiritual turmoil.
This turbulent force hits the flesh and can cause varying degrees of damage.
The more unstable the soul, the greater the turbulent force, and the greater the damage to the physical body.
And Mu Wan'er's soul is stronger than ordinary people, and the turbulent power caused by soul instability is far greater than ordinary people.
But her body is very weak.
Both sides are going to extremes, and the little girl is very young.
Fortunately, the little girl has spiritual roots, which can strengthen her physical body and alleviate conflicts through practice; Unfortunately, the little girl is a four-spirit root, coupled with the thin foundation of her physical body, to put it bluntly, she is a waste material for cultivating immortals, and how far can she go on the immortal path Shaking his head, Qingyu Dao Chang still entered spiritual power, temporarily suppressing the turbulent power in Mu Wan'er's body.
Over there, Mu Wan'er still entered the space at night to nourish her soul.
Sitting cross-legged in the thatched hut, thinking of the back of Mu Sanye finally beating the horse and leaving, his mood couldn't calm down.
It was like someone was beating a drum.
"Knock knock", the drum beat became denser and denser, and it was like knocking in her heart, forcing her to breathe Eventually, she saw a loud sound of "knock", and her soul was ejected from the space.
The whole person seems to have fallen into a huge whirlpool.
I don't know how many pairs of black hands stretched out around her, pulling her in circles, spinning, circling.
Seeing that, she was about to be torn to pieces by those black hands.
At this time, a peaceful and tenacious force came through from outside the whirlpool, stabilizing her and pulling her out little by little.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw that Qingyu Dao Chang was sitting cross-legged on the long collapse in front of the window with his eyes slightly closed.
At this time, the sky is bright.
The sunlight came in from the outside and fell on the body of the Taoist, golden and shining.
The Taoist elephant is a bodhisattva with a gold-plated body in the temple, sacred and solemn.
Mu Wan'er turned over and got out of bed, knelt on the ground with "fluttering", called a disciple, and pleaded sincerely: "Dao Chief, please accept a disciple as a disciple."
The disciple sincerely wants to cultivate the truth. ” Mu Sanye's back was like a sharp blade, cutting off the last wisp of tenderness and the last trace of lust in her heart.
Now, all she thinks about in her heart is to become stronger She should no longer be a weak woman, dominated by the strong, waiting for the handouts of the strong.
She's going to be her own big juggernaut Qingyu Dao Chang opened his eyes, stared at them for a long time, and asked, "Little doll, tell me, what is Xiuzhen?"
"I don't know."
Mu Wan'er replied truthfully.
"Then why do you want to cultivate the truth?"
Mu Wan'er thought for a while, and still answered truthfully: "The disciple wants to become stronger."
The disciple doesn't want to be trapped in the inner courtyard of the boudoir for the rest of his life, and his fate cannot be autonomous.
My life is up to me, not to heaven, and my disciple must be his own master. ” "What a big breath" Daoist Qingyu snorted from his nose and asked with a twisted eyebrow, "Cultivation really depends on qualifications."
Do you know that your qualifications are too poor, and your immortal journey is worrying."
It's disgusted.
Mu Wan'er raised her head nervously, her eyes were firm and focused, and she looked at Qingyu Dao Chief: "The disciple doesn't know how long he can walk on the Immortal Dao and how far he can go.
As long as he can become strong and control his own destiny, the disciple is willing to endure a thousand hardships.
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This is the disciple's heart.
Xiuzhen is just a means.
Cultivate the truth according to the original heart, and the disciple will die without regret. ” "Become stronger, control your own destiny, and cultivate the truth according to your true heart even if you die nine times" Qingyu Daoist muttered and repeated her words, and couldn't help but reflect: Qingyu, Qingyu, do you still remember your original heart.
After more than 200 years of cultivation, has he gone too far, and gradually forgot why he set off in the first place Qingyu Daoist came back to his senses, looked at the kneeling female doll on the ground, and secretly praised: Although the little girl has poor qualifications, she is congenitally intelligent, and she is not completely wasted.
You can give it a try.
"Good.
Mu Wan'er, remember your heart.
The Buddha-figure cultivates the Dafa of merit, not for you.
Therefore, the deity cannot take you as a disciple.
He paused and said with a smile, "In three days, the deity will return to the sect, and you can go along."
Your qualifications can't enter the inner gate, but you can barely enter the outer gate and become an outer disciple. ” As soon as the words fell, "click", he heard a cracking sound from the dantian.
The barriers of Jindan Phase IV were loosened.
Whew, what a lot of merit: