That night, Shura stayed in the master's yard.

Just because Qingxu told him that if he wanted to go to the mountain, he would have to wait until spring, which was not possible now.

When Shura heard this, he had no choice but to stand up, clasped his hands and thanked him, and said softly: "This disciple will disturb the master's practice this winter."

Xiuxu looked at him and smiled and said: "Tomorrow is the winter solstice, and the winter on Tianhuang Mountain is almost half over. I just want to teach you the method of moving qi. From now on, it depends on your personal destiny.

"

He said as he casually pulled out a scripture from the bookshelf behind him and handed it over.

"Starting tomorrow, you will first make a copy of this sutra. From now on, you will use your own handwritten copy for practice." After Qingxu said this, he took out a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the bookshelf, plus another copy.

Blank scripture.

When Shura saw it, he quickly took it with both hands and silently put it back into his space ring. Finally, he carefully opened the scripture that the master handed him, and only saw three words "Wen Shi Jing" written on it.

Shura suppressed his shock, put away the scriptures, looked up at Qingxu and asked: "Master, do I want to copy an extra copy for my sister?"

Unexpectedly, Qingxu looked at him, shook her head, and replied calmly: "Each of you practices different exercises. I will choose a method for her based on her physique."

"That's good. With the master and senior sister here, I don't have to worry about my sister's practice."

Shura thought that Yueying's revenge was his own, and his sister only needed to grow up happily on the mountain.

Qingxu looked at him and smiled and said: "Life in the mountains is hard, you have to adapt slowly... You have also seen that there is a small town at the foot of the mountain where you can buy some daily necessities. If you find it troublesome, you can also grow your own vegetables.

, go hunting in the mountains..."

Shura nodded and replied seriously: "Master, don't worry about your disciple. After spring, the disciple will go hunting in the mountains... then bring him back to honor the master."

Qingxu looked at him and smiled and said: "Hunting allows you to solve life problems, and secondly it helps you hone your skills. Don't get too addicted to it."

Shura replied: "Disciple, please bear this in mind."

Qingxu waved his hand and said: "The third room on the left is your room, go and clean it up yourself... Tomorrow at the winter solstice, you and Yueying will worship the ancestor together, and then perform the apprenticeship ceremony."

Shura stood up, clasped his hands again, and exited the master's living room. He was going to take care of his temporary residence and wait for spring before going to the bamboo peak mentioned by the master to practice.

Having arrived at Tianhuang Mountain, my sister's safety is guaranteed, and I can finally settle down and practice.

When he entered the room that the master had arranged for him, he found that someone had already come to clean it, and even the quilt on the bed had just been changed.

Thinking that his left hand had not yet recovered, Shura couldn't help but feel his nose get hot. Finally, he found a sense of home from his master's mountain gate.

The room is very simply decorated, with a bed, a table, two chairs in anticipation of someone coming over, a wardrobe next to the bed, and a simple bookshelf next to the wardrobe.

For Shura now, having such a place is enough.

Fortunately, his parents taught him how to read and write when he was very young. Now, copying scriptures is not a troublesome task for him. He just needs to calm down and copy scriptures while recovering from his injuries.

"I didn't expect the master to be so considerate and even think about my recovery."

After coming back to his senses, Shura sighed softly, and took out the iron sword with a flash of his hand. He thought that his left hand was injured, but his right hand could still be used for sword practice.

After the apprenticeship ceremony is completed tomorrow, I will start practicing sword practice while copying scriptures.

"Unknown Sword Technique" plus "Wen Shi Jing" was enough for him to practice for ten years, or even more.

Filling the inkstone with water, Shura began to read the scriptures and grind the ink.

While I was thinking that my master wanted to copy the scriptures and practice them myself, could it be that I wanted to enhance my understanding of the scriptures while copying the scriptures?

Not even half a moment later, Mo Cheng picked up the pen, only to realize that just after months of not mentioning it, he actually felt as if lifting the pen was as heavy as a knife.

The young man with a heavy heart finally gritted his teeth and wrote the first stroke on the blank scroll...

But it cannot be done, cannot be caused, cannot be measured, and cannot be divided, so it is called Heaven, Ming, God, Yuan, and the combination is Dao.

Because there is no Tao, it is not without Tao; because there is no Tao, it is not without Tao.

Practice quietly and never give up day and night.

It was getting dark, so the boy lit an oil lamp.

It was almost noon when I put down my pen again.

Listening to the whistling sound of the wind and snow on the mountain, I thought that I would have to pay homage to my ancestor tomorrow and perform the apprenticeship ceremony. I collected my pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and lay on the bed thinking about the meaning of the words I copied from the scriptures.

Qi is stored in the Tao, and the Tao enables Qi...

Unknowingly, he fell into a deep sleep.

...

Before the time was up, the sixth senior brother hurriedly knocked on Shura's door with Yueying. Looking at his junior brother who was sitting in the quiet room holding a book and studying hard, the sixth senior brother wrote: "Hurry up and wash up, go to the main hall and wait to pay homage to the ancestor."

Shura put down the handwritten scriptures, stood up and cupped his hands and said, "Sixth Senior Brother, please." After saying that, he took Yueying's little hand and walked out the door.

Yueying looked up at him and asked, "Do you want to call me master?"

Sixth Brother smiled and said: "Master has already gone to the main hall. Let's hurry up and don't keep everyone waiting."

The group of people walked around several corridors and when they arrived at the main hall, they found that the place had already been filled with disciples from the temple. At first glance, there were probably hundreds of people.

Senior Brother Six looked at him and smiled: "Actually, there aren't many, just about two hundred people...Master said this is a place of practice, not a town in the world..."

Shura nodded and said with a smile: "It is true, the place of cultivation is not the market after all."

"Junior brother, come here! Let senior sister take a look."

While he was talking, a woman in blue shirt standing under the statue of the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty, with a pair of phoenix eyes open, greeted Sixth Senior Brother and Shura.

When Yueying saw him, he quickly took his brother's hand and said, "Sister, this is Yueying's brother Shura. Senior sister, please don't scare my brother."

When Shura saw her, he had no choice but to step forward, clasping his hands and saluting: "Shura has met Senior Sister."

The senior sister Li Qinglian, who had shoulder-length black hair, looked at the young junior brother who was wearing a mask in front of her. She couldn't help but feel a little confused. She looked at the sixth senior brother and asked: "Now that you have returned to the mountain gate, why are you still wearing a mask on your face?"

Shura was startled, looked at her and replied calmly: "Because I have an abhorrent appearance and am afraid of scaring all the senior brothers and sisters, I cover it with a mask. I hope you will forgive me, senior sister."

When the sixth senior brother saw him, he quickly gave his senior sister a look, indicating that this matter could not be discussed in detail.

The senior sister was startled, looked at the three of them and smiled: "Today is the day for junior sister and junior brother to become apprentices. We must have a good drink after the ceremony."

Upon hearing this, Yueying replied with a smile: "Yueying and Sixth Senior Brother bought a lot of fine wine and kept it for Senior Sister to drink up."

Before the four of them could chat for a while, the elders in the temple had already given instructions and the ancestor worship ceremony was about to begin.

Shura glanced at it and saw that there were not many elders in the hall. Including the masters, there were only nine people. No wonder there were only about 200 senior brothers in the temple.

It turns out there are not many elders.

Sixth Brother looked at his confused eyes and smiled and said: "Master said that Taoism emphasizes tranquility and inaction. The elders in the temple each perform their duties. There is no distinction between high and low. There is only one elder who is in charge of law enforcement..."

"The Great Elder didn't come today..." Senior Sister Li Qinglian began to chatter in a low voice.

The Sixth Senior Brother sighed and replied: "I'm afraid the Great Elder is not sober again today."

The senior sister sighed, pulled Yueying next to him, and held Shura by her side. The junior master Qingxu was already standing in the hall and shouted: "Are you ready? Elders

, many disciples..."

Without waiting for the master to call again, all the elders replied in unison: "We are all waiting for the auspicious time."

Just listening to the sound of the big chime in the main hall, the master, the elders and the founder of Sanqing fell down and kowtowed...

All the disciples of His Highness then fell down and kowtowed, kowtowing their heads on the backs of their hands, retracting their left hands to cover their hearts, exerting force with their right hands, cupping their fists and arching them high.

Three rituals and three kowtows. After the three bows, everyone stood up.

Listening to the master reading and chanting the sacrificial scriptures, some disciples burned incense and brought offerings to the temple. Then the big chime was sounded, and all the disciples chanted the scriptures, and for a while the solemn sound of chanting the scriptures rang out in the hall.

...

The ancestor worship lasted for half an hour, and then Shura and Yueying kowtowed in front of the statue of the ancestor, recognizing their ancestors and returning to their clan.

Then he kowtowed to Qingxu, served tea, and completed the apprenticeship ceremony under the watchful eyes of everyone.

After a hazy salute, Shura felt dizzy, but his sister held his hand and greeted different elders one by one. When he finally raised his head, only Qingxu and a few senior brothers and sisters were left in the hall.

"Seventh Junior Brother, come here and let Senior Sister take a good look at you."

Just as he was thinking about returning to his master's courtyard, a woman's gentle voice sounded in front of Shura.

When he looked up, he saw a woman in a white shirt, with long black hair hanging casually on the back of her head, tied with a light yellow silk scarf, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, she looked like a fairy woman who cannibalize the fireworks of the world.

When Shura saw her, he quickly clasped his hands and said, "Shura has met Third Senior Sister."

Third senior sister Wang Wenwen learned the art of refining medicine from Qingxu, claiming that medicine can heal people but also poison people's lives. She is known as a medicine fanatic in Shangqing Temple.

Looking at the junior brother with a mask on his face, Wang Wenwen was about to ask again like the senior sister, but unexpectedly the master's voice sounded behind him: "Your junior brother has a hidden illness, this matter is left to the third senior sister. From now on, slowly

Help him heal..."

The master's words blocked the curiosity of several disciples.

So, Shura, his second senior brother, fourth senior brother, and fifth senior brother in green shirts bowed their hands and bowed to each other one by one, and they finally became a family.

However, in his opinion, except for the sixth senior brother, the other three senior brothers were all very thin, so he wondered if he might get the wrong person in the future?

"Let's go to Qinglian's for a drink at noon. It's a spacious place."

After the master spoke, a group of disciples cheered and embraced Qingxu and the junior sister, who then headed towards the place where the senior sister lived.
To be continued...