According to the Xuanmen ritual, when there are guests and teachers in front of you, they cannot enter into meditation and meditation. Some people think that this is because of fear that outsiders will affect them to enter into tranquility, but in fact, the rule set by the ancestors is based on basic politeness. In another scenario, if there are elders and guests in front of you, can you sleep even if you are sleepy?

Qian Yiqun is so unaware of the rules, and a Taoist priest with a higher status will definitely feel greatly insulted. However, Zhao Jianyuan was sitting as usual, without any strangeness, and was not a verbal Taoist priest who was strict with others and lenient with himself.

When Qian Yiqun was about to kick, he suddenly thought: What should I condense into my own unintentional act?

He quickly found the answer in his heart.

From the first moment I came into contact with this fantasy world, Qian Yiqun's intention was very clear: mysterious art!

The so-called aspiration to become an immortal is just because the immortal has powerful magic and great magical powers. He respects the kind of immortal who is quiet and has no desires and is unrealistic, but it is not enough to imitate it.

In Qian Yiqun's memory, the most powerful monk Kuchen, who had only one meeting. On that day, Kuchen called "thunder" and the world changed color in an instant. A huge thunder as thick as a bucket was cast in the dark clouds, and the huge hall was flattened. How could he forget such a horrifying situation with his own eyes?

In the spiritual sea, Qian Yiqun danced his fingers and skillfully pinched a small Liuhe scripture, reciting the mantra of "Thunder in the Palm" in his heart. When he faced his soul body, he gradually felt like he was attracted to each other after repeated repetition.

After a few more times, the soul with his eyes closed, the corpse dog, danced quickly, and although his lips were closed, the sound of chanting a mantra was heard.

"Thunder come!"

A yellow light flashed on Qian Yiqun's body, and the little Liuhe Jue was naturally activated. The eight hexagrams and lines brought by Xuan in Yi flowed and were steadily nailed to the Zhen hexagram.

The corpse dog's eyes suddenly opened, revealing his eyes with blue electric flowers flashing inside, and shouted at the same time as Qian Yiqun's body: "Thunder come!"

A ball of lightning balls the size of an egg condensed in the air, crackling, licking Qian Yiqun's palm.

Qian Yiqun waved his hand and felt as if he had relieved the burden of many years, and was extremely light and comfortable.

Immediately, he remembered something...

The direction he waved was exactly where Zhao Jianyuan was sitting.

——As a high level of cultivation in Zhao, the Zhao Institute, can definitely avoid it.

Qian Yiqun watched the lightning ball fly towards the master of the supervisor, and the entire time and space seemed to be adjusted to a slow state.

Zhao Jianyuan's loose eyelids slowly raised up, and the cyan current of the lightning ball reflected in his pupil...

Bang!

Zhao Jianyuan was beaten to the point of being hit, and his body flew backwards, hitting the altar, and knocking down the Xuande copper incense burner. The incense burner rolled around and landed on the ground, sprinkling a full stove of incense ash. The head and face of the prison were covered with the charred blackness caused by the electric shock.

Although this palm thunder triggered perfectly, Qian Yiqun was not angry or cheered up, and his power and speed were just the last.

Even so, Zhao Jianyuan still failed to avoid it.

Suifeng hurriedly stepped forward and helped the prison ward up.

Zhao Jianyuan spit out a stream of incense ash from his mouth, cleared his throat, and said hoarsely: "You go, I'll sit for a while." Say it, sit cross-legged, close your eyes slightly, and go to calm down and recuperate.

Suifeng picked up the incense burner, lit a plate of sandalwood, and signaled Qian Yiqun to go out with him.

Qian Yiqun kowtowed out, feeling full of guilt.

When he got outside, Suifeng smiled at Qian Yiqun and said, "Brother Dao, don't blame yourself, the supervisory authority did not blame you."

"It was my fault after all..." Qian Yiqun was speechless. He seemed to be controlling both bodies just now, his head was blank, and he threw out the thunder in his palm so strangely. But how could the prison hospital be hit so simply? Could it be that it was because he felt that he had no power and was forced to withstand it? How embarrassing?

Suifeng smiled and said, "Because the prison hospital does not have any mysterious skills."

Qian Yiqun's eyes widened.

One is because the prison hospital does not know mysterious skills, and the other is because Suifeng can actually hear his voice.

"I don't know why, I could hear what others thought a few months ago." Suifeng smiled, "It made me feel a little painful at the beginning. I was scolded by the prison for two days before I got rid of it."

Qian Yiqun couldn't help but have a thought: It's not because Bai... the people are ignorant, and they say bad things in their hearts, right? He swallowed the "Bai Meitu" back to his stomach, unwilling to let Suifeng know.

"Haha, there have been." Suifeng's eyes were ethereal, as if he was recalling, "You can hear others flattery and curse in his heart; friends you make on weekdays are not used to seeing you everywhere; those who greet you with a smile every day are just treating you as a joke... Those days are really hard."

"I think this is indeed the case." Qian Yiqun echoed.

"So," Suifeng dispelled the displeasure of the past, "I am sure the culprit did not blame you in my heart."

Qian Yiqun also smiled, returned to the doubt just now, and asked cautiously: "With such a high level of cultivation in the Supervisory Institute, I really can't even have any mysterious skills?"

"What does cultivation have to do with mysterious art?" Suifeng said in a puzzled manner, "We practitioners who practice Taoism are just cultivating ourselves. Since we are cultivating ourselves, what's the use of mysterious art?"

"I'm not a Taoist practitioner..." Qian Yiqun was a little lonely when he said this, "I just want to learn mysterious techniques well and save my family."

"Brother Dao, you are biased." Suifeng smiled, "Who said that practicing mysterious arts cannot enter the Tao? Tao contains all things, and everything is everywhere. Is it the manifestation of Tao. Is mysterious art an exception?"

Qian Yiqun's heart flashed and remembered what the Iron Staff Taoist said: The Tao is not revealed, and the art is not there. He said in his heart: Although I do not pursue enlightenment, I do not have to reject it. At least this state of cultivation that condenses into one soul is also very beneficial to my mysterious art.

"Thunder come!" Qian Yiqun shouted loudly, and a larger electric ball condensed in his palm and was thrown at a stone by him.

The stone mixed with a bunch of soil was blown up and jumped into the air. After turning two of them, it fell to the ground.

Suifeng smiled and sighed in his heart: This Taoist brother is dedicated to seeking mysterious magic and magical powers, but his cultivation in Taoism is so fast that it is incredible.

"Seed of Gods" refers to a person like him, right?

"Brother Dao." Suifeng suddenly shouted.

"Hmm?" Qian Yiqun took his eyes back from the small pit in the vegetable garden.

"It's very tiring to take care of this place." Suifeng sighed.

Qian Yiqun's tense nerves completely relaxed. He laughed and stepped forward, using his hands and feet to level the pit. Suifeng stood aside and smiled slightly, but he was thinking in his heart: The prison just now wanted to say "Don't bear it", but he didn't say it. How can these three words be explained?

"Brother Dao..." Suifeng finally couldn't help but shout again.

Qian Yiqun stood up, rubbed the fat mud on his hands, smiled and looked at Suifeng, and said in his heart: What's the matter? Just say it. Haha, you don't have to worry about talking with you.

Suifeng had no choice but to go forward two steps: "Does the senior brother endure the hard work when he was insulted by the prison?"

"I can't bear it?" Qian Yiqun patted his hands gently, "When he was scolded on the first day, I almost wanted to hit him. But I suddenly heard a bell ringing, and I don't know where it came from, and I felt like I had no strength. By the way, you are really strong."

"It's just a tiny dust skill, insignificant." Sui Feng replied, thinking about Qian Yiqun's words in his mind.

Qian Yiqun smiled and continued, "But I only realized today that I still endured it before."

"I wish to hear the details." Sufeng said seriously.

"When I heard the prison scold me, I just said to myself: Ignore the dog barking and donkey barking." Qian Yiqun scratched his hair embarrassedly, and saw Suifeng's mouth raising up, and continued, "I think about it now, that's tolerant. After all, I still haven't realized the truth that I have the true self. Today, the master of the Suizhou Institute pointed it out, and I realized that this body is not true and has no worries in my heart."

Suifeng used Qian Yiqun's words to confirm his original heart. He was sweating profusely and only had one sentence in his mind: Am I like this too!

No matter how calm the face is, there is finally resistance and rejection in my heart. It is precisely because I regard these external objects as "blades" and put them in my heart that there is "forbearance". I think that forbearance is practice, but the great way is naturally. Using an external blade to carve the original heart. Isn't this going against the way? Isn't it a big falsification to pretend to be a master and unrestrained and indifferent person? Isn't this a big falsification!

——I can’t even do the true heart, so why can I practice the true heart!

——If you can truly understand the mind and see the nature, and there is no trace of flowing water, these external objects will only pass by smoke, what is the "blade"? Why do you need to "bear"?

Suxin trembled all over, but he didn't expect that he once regarded such a inferior idea of ​​"patience" as a standard imperial edict!
Chapter completed!