One inch loyalty

Chapter 23

The faces of the two monks suddenly changed, and they said straightly: "Who will be with you!"

When Yu Xianchang saw that the two were really angry, he found it even more amused, and couldn't help but laughed and cursed in his heart: I always only like to bet heavily and gamble, and I want to give my all to everything. I really am not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death!How did he get to this point?

Yu Yan slandered for a while, then shook his head with a smile, hastily corrected the liver-digging and immortality exercise in his hand, and gave it to the disciple on duty with both hands.

When the merits were credited, Yu Xianchang counted and found that the accumulated merits were not far from the amount needed to meet the god on the cusp of his heart. He couldn't help showing a little smile on his face, and he casually handed over the merits. The paper, inkstone and pen holders on the case were pushed aside, and only picked up the few classics that I just borrowed today.

But just when Yu Yan stood up with this pile of exercise books, he swept a pair of sleeves across the desk, just overturning the half cup of cold tea on the table.

Yu Yan was taken aback, he hurriedly freed his hand, and stepped forward half a step to help, but he panicked to save him, and knocked his right elbow hard on the corner of the desk again.

Before the dull pain came from his hand, Yu Xianchang's face turned pale.

He suddenly lowered his voice, almost begging in a hiss: "Don't... I'm fine! Feiguang!"

He rubbed his elbow vigorously, and in a fit of rage, he cursed again and again: "I am the body of Foundation Establishment, this little pain can't even break my oily skin... I don't need you at all! You Are you trying to piss me off?"

After Yu Xianchang said this, he didn't dare to take it seriously and made himself so angry that his veins appeared, his forehead was swollen and painful, and he couldn't help breathing. He rolled up his sleeves and took a closer look.

I saw that where his elbow was bumped, his skin tone was even, his skin was firm, and there was almost no redness, swelling or damage.

But Yu Yan was still full of remorse, frowning tightly.

While there was no one around, he slowly wiped off the cold sweat on his right hand, and carefully took out a jade-colored bird egg from his bosom.

After a few years, the pocket bird egg seemed to be several times smaller, but there were four or five cracks on the egg, the deepest crack, and the fine cracks were intertwined like a spider web, faintly revealing the chaotic green energy inside the egg.

Those aren't cracks from a broken shell...that's just criss-cross wounds.

As the last red mark on Yu Yan's elbow disappeared, there was another tiny crack on the eggshell, as if he had just blocked some kind of pain for someone.

The scene in front of him reminded Yu Xianchang of a strange dream many years ago——

At that time, Fei Guang had just realized the secret of heaven, so he did a fortune-telling calculation for himself.

He couldn't guess what hexagram Fei Guang took up that time, he only knew that after that hexagram, he gradually fell into a dream.

He dreamed that Feiguang turned into the real body of Qingluan in the dream, and forced to squeeze out the last bit of mana, and gave himself a vast body of blue brilliance.

He dreamed that flying lights were flying around him.

He dreamed that Fei Guang spoke to him.Dreamed that although his muscles and bones were in severe pain, he suddenly laughed when he heard Fei Guang's words.

Originally, he only vaguely remembered why he was smiling in his dream. What he was laughing at that time was... So Fei Guang, does he like me so much?

Later, after going deep into the dangerous snake cave and not dying for several days, he remembered what Feiguang had said on the last night.

Fighting with swords and swords, he won several swords in a row, but he was not injured. Only then did he remember what Fei Guang did on the last night.

Every time there is a crack in Dan's body, Yu Yan will feel heartache and regret for several months. He was originally a person who fought against the sky...but now he has become the most cautious, life-greedy person in the world.

Yu Yan couldn't help but put the bird's egg on the table lightly, gently pushed it with his forehead, causing the egg to shake, and cursed very softly: "Others laugh at me for being greedy for life and fearing death, without blood... Who did it?"

"If you don't come back, say something nice for me."

45

After Yu Xianchang finished speaking on his own, he poked the egg body lightly with his fingertips. After being so tender for a long time, he was still a little shocked.

Outside the courtyard, white clouds were flying in the twilight, and others were either going to the temple to enjoy delicious food, or returning to the abode for a rest, but Immortal Yu suddenly felt a little scared.

Because of such a small incident, he suddenly became afraid again. He was afraid that the fish would be thorny and the alcohol would hurt his body; he was afraid that the road would be dark and windy at night, causing waves on the ground.

Yu Yan simply borrowed an ever-bright oil lamp from the front yard, put it on the low table, and sat back in the round seat as before, and served a low-grade Bigu Dan with astringent cold tea, intending to light the lamp for a few nights. After reading this classic, spend the night wholeheartedly.

He casually opened one of the volumes, and read it patiently, only to find that the contents were nothing more than babble;

However, after reading the third volume, there was an anecdote contained in it, which made Yu Yan gain a lot.

What is mentioned in the book is the unofficial history of the pact between Confucianism and the blue-eyed fox hundreds of years ago.

It is said that the demon fox's morality is still low, except for a pair of emerald green demon eyes, his physical appearance is no different from that of an ordinary wild fox, but he was treated with courtesy by the head of the Confucian sect back then.There were even disciples from the inner sect to testify that the fox was drunk, and fell asleep cross-legged on the lap of the sect master.

After guarding the sect like this for dozens of years, suddenly one day, the blue-eyed demon fox stood up on only its hind legs, with its front legs clasping its hands, and bowed three times to the head of the Confucian sect, speaking in human language.To say that its knowledge is vulgar is not the fate of a township spirit beast. It is against the law of heaven to form a pact with the sect master. Over the years, it has been difficult to improve in cultivation, and there is even the worry of falling in the realm.Since then, the demon fox has disappeared from the Tianming Confucianism sect.

In the future, the world is flying fast, and the hot Nascent Soul Da Neng has been buried in a new tomb. Then a night patrol disciple saw a wild fox wandering in front of the door master's tomb, making a yo-yo sound, faintly crying like a human being. : "You are the bones of the spring, and I am a fox in the world; you respect me with wine, and I repay you with tears. I hate that I am a real dragon and a real phoenix, and I have no magical powers."

So far in the records in the classics, with a swipe of the pen, he exhorted with certainty: From this we can see that the matter of forming a contract should be fate, and it should be in accordance with the way of heaven.If you can follow the principles of tomorrow, obey the will of the sky, and tower to the sky, there will be a day when the Dao will soar.

When Yu Yan saw the inexplicable mention of the real dragon and real phoenix body in the wild fox song, as if with that physical supernatural power, he could withstand one or two in the passing water of this long river, and he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Turning back again, I saw that the second half of the scroll was full of such moral and benevolent nonsense, so I closed the scroll, held the jade-colored bird egg in my sleeve, and played with it gently in the palm of my hand for a while.

The bird egg has been tried by him in every possible way, but not only has it never hatched, it also seems to be getting smaller every year.

Yu Yan more or less guessed that this thing was just a little distraction of Feiguang's parting, and it was used for body protection. He had been thinking about it for many years, but little Feiguang couldn't hatch.

But Yu Yan still likes to carry it with him, and he often uses his hands to warm it, so that there is always a trace of residual heat on the eggshell.

Because it's always warm, it's not all cold dead stuff.

While warming it quietly, Yu Xianchang held it by the candlelight to keep warm, and asked it softly, "Fei Guang, it's windy at night, are you cold?"

At the same time, he asked again: "Fei Guang, I am Huo Linggen, my palms are hot, are you hot?"

He asked a few questions, listened carefully, pretended that someone answered him, and said with a low smile: "I just watched the old affairs of Tianming Confucianism, and suddenly I have some insights, what is the Dao of Heaven? Feiguang, what do you say?" , could this day be time?"

"In this way, those who follow the way of heaven can walk with the chariot of time, accumulate years of cultivation and increase their body, cherish the time, and go straight to the sky."

"Those who defy the heavens are just like you and me. My cultivation base has stagnated, and I have faint signs of falling recently. I am about to be beaten back to the realm of many years ago; the same is true for you, from Nine Heavens Qingluan to half-grown From the blue luan bird, to the young bird, and then to the egg in my hand... Does the so-called suppression of the law of heaven run counter to the time, being robbed of gifts by the years, crushing trees into seeds, crushing mountains into dust, and driving everything back to years ago? original form?"

After Yu Yan finished speaking, he deliberated for a while, couldn't help stroking his palms and laughing, and immediately picked up a pen and dipped in ink, wanting to write down all these thoughts.

Monks often talk about enlightenment and enlightenment, but in fact, each has his own perception, and each realizes the Dao.As long as you can justify yourself, you can break through the realm and gain insights.It is even rumored that when a monk realizes the most harmonious place, he can use his own income to open up the Purple Palace between the eyebrows, create his own laws, and create a new Hongmeng universe.

Taking advantage of the inspiration, Yu Yan wrote several paragraphs in a row. He still had spare time, and he said to himself leisurely: "Fei Guang, when I finish writing, I will exchange some merits at dawn. It's a pity that I don't have any insights. There is no hope."

"Speaking of which, don't you know that it is already extremely difficult for me to build a foundation, and if I continue to practice, if I forcefully hit the core formation, I am afraid that I will die?"

When Yu Yan said this, his gestures paused, he smiled quietly, and bent his eyes: "In the future of cultivation, every step depends on the state of mind and luck. Haven't you guessed that in this life I will Your luck, and the luck of every life in the future, will be exchanged for you."

Yu Xianchang talked to himself for a long time before he put down his pen and dried the paper for fresh ink.

Holding the egg, he took a long nap, and when he got up to pour tea after waking up, he bumped into a disciple of Wanxia Mountain who was watching the night.

The man looked him up and down for a moment, then frowned and said, "Fellow Taoist didn't return all night. He planned to accumulate merits and virtues earlier, and see the Qingluan God? I heard that the ancestor will bring the god to retreat with him in the future." Life and death are closed, and now there are no outsiders."

46

After hearing this, Yu Yan was stunned for a long time.

He smiled slowly, and echoed in a very low voice: "It's also unfortunate."

After all, the person just stood there blindly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his breathing was rough and heavy, as if he was in a dream, drowning