"You deliver meals early tonight and go down the mountain earlier to avoid the mountain roads being difficult to walk." When Qian Wei was about to leave, Qian Yiqun explained again, "I will deliver breakfast tomorrow and only serve lunch."

Qian Wei knew that the young master was sympathetic to him, and felt aroused in his heart. Thinking about it, only his daughter would care about him before, and his nose was sore. He always dreamed that his daughter had come back these days. At first, he didn't know, but when he got up, he forgot. Later, it became clearer and clearer. Sometimes he suddenly didn't know that he was in a dream, and he couldn't forget it after waking up. Yesterday, he was probably tired from the road, but he actually dreamed that his daughter cried to him. After waking up, he was vividly remembered, as if it was true.

——It seems that I have to find a place to burn some paper for my daughter and let her leave.

Qian Wei was depressed and took the lunch box and walked down the mountain.

A Niu wanted to go down the mountain to cook the vegetable garden, and he also wanted to work as a coolie for the west courtyard of Shangzhen Temple. He carried bricks and built the houses where the lay people lived. He did not leave much, so he carried the rice basket, collected the bowls and chopsticks and left.

Qian Yiqun brought about ten buckets of water to clean the tables and chairs that turned into mud and dirt, divided them into useful, repaired them, and dismantled them into three levels of firewood, and piled them up in different categories. He just waited for Qian Wei to come to work in the evening and asked him to find a carpenter to work. Fortunately, there was a lot of spring water on Qionglong Mountain, and there was a glance behind the Sutra Pavilion. Even so, Qian Yiqun's water lifted still made his shoulders sore and his legs became weak.

Finally, the sun was far west. Qian Yiqundao saw his master washing his pen and inkstone. He knew that the hard work of the day had finally come to an end and his heart was relaxed. He saw that the mountain wind was gradually rising, and the scriptures roared, and he hurried forward to help his master clean up and prevent the scriptures from flying away.

This rhythm of finishing off work is often the most efficient. Qian Yiqun closed the "Huangting Jing" and looked at the text copied on the paper. It turned out to be a very beautiful Wang style running script, neatly and without a single circle. He turned two pages and was about to roll it up when he suddenly saw a line of strange words.

"Since the past disaster and even in this life, the false fire, wind, earth and water have been formed, and they have been in love with fragrance, smell, color, sound and touching the law. They have thoughts and anger, jealousy, speak nonsense, kill, steal, commit adultery, indulge in love with their parents, and betray the king's teacher..."

Qian Yiqun's mind twisted and thought to himself: How could Master copy the "Huang Ting Jing", inexplicably copy the "Qiu Zu's Confession"? What do these meanings?

He looked up and saw that the master had already returned with a pen and inkstone, so he asked, "Master, is this "Qiu Zu's Confession" for me?"

Mu Dao Ren looked kind and smiled with a strong Su Bai: "Okay, okay."

Hey? Qian Yiqun didn't know in his heart that this was copied to him by his master, or he just copied it, because he asked this question. Although he also had the same perfunctory meaning, "yes, right, right" and "yes, right" are very different.

"Come late and leave early! Is the meal so delicious? I can't do anything, I eat more than anyone else! If I hadn't been kind enough to keep you, I'd see you catch mice in the mountains and eat them!" Before the person showed up, the curse had already come.

Qian Yiqun heard it when he heard it, it was the voice of the Zhao Jianyuan last night. Because he had not seen anyone, he thought he was scolding other Taoist priests outside the wall. Unexpectedly, with a clang, the fat Taoist priest had already stepped in. He was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, and was standing with the wind behind him. His pair of dead fish eyes were turning violently, and his fingers as thick as radish pointed at him, and he was scolding the pair of masters and apprentices in the Sutra Pavilion.

The Mu Dao Ren greeted him, bowed, and replied, "Yes, yes, yes."

Zhao Jianyuan glared at Qian Yiqun, pointed at Taoist Mu and started cursing again, just scolding him for being lazy and making a living, not holding his hands, if he hadn't been merciful, he would have thrown it in the barren mountains and rivers, a piece of loess buried clean.

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: You, a Taoist, don’t know how to become a prison. God doesn’t need lightning to strike you. He is really eyeless. He is not as angry as last night. He moved the table and chairs of Master’s scriptures back to the Sutra Pavilion.

Zhao Jianyuan scolded for a while, but when he saw Qian Yiqun not coming out, he left. The sound continued, and it was not until the mountain wind blew again, and it was clean.

Taoist Mu locked the door, and the master and apprentice went to the hut dock.

Qian Yiqun was watching Mu Dao Ren's face all the way, and he was calm and quiet, as if the person he was scolded just now was not him at all. This made Qian Yiqun quite strange. It was said that the clay Buddha was still angry, but this master was not angry at all. Could it be that he was really old?

When he returned to Maopuwu, Qian Wei brought a strong woman up the mountain and called her Cai’s wife, who was instructing her to cook. There was a bamboo basket next to her, with some vegetables in it. Qian Yiqun guessed that the woman was the one who rented a house by Qian Wei, and she was right away. It turned out that Qian Wei was afraid that the food would last for a long time and the food would get cold, so he gave her five cents of silver to climb up the mountain every day.

Qian Yiqun was tired for a day and explained to find a craftsman tomorrow. After dinner, he sent Qian Wei and the Cai wife away. Seeing that it was not even dark, he sat at the door and took out the "Qiu Zu Confession" and read it twice.

The Mu Taoist had put on the wooden board early and meditated and rested.

A Niu gathered behind Qian Yiqun for a while and took the seat.

Qian Yiqun thought that there was nothing wrong at night, and the master and junior brother didn't speak, so he could only sit cross-legged and meditate. When he was working hard, he fell a lot more than at home. He didn't know that this was a famous name in Xuanmen, called the Unforgettable Pill.

Because the human body is all yin, only the eyes are yang, and once closed, the body is all yin. When meditating, the seven-minute and three-minute separation are separated, and the eyes are left with a thread, just to retain this yang and to remove the yin of the body. Qian Yiqun has a foundation of calmness, and now he is led by his master and has already embarked on the path of golden elixir. If he is more "arrogant", he is obsessed with reluctance to become a master, cannot believe in his master, and fall asleep on his own, this kind of welfare will not be obtained for thousands of years.

This is Qian Yiqun's first day going up the mountain to practice. He was dressed in a vulgar costume and his head was not combed into a dao bun, like a handyman. However, what he did on this day unexpectedly became a template. He got up every morning for breakfast, followed his master to clean up, do chores, and then had lunch. In the afternoon, he either copied the scriptures, or watched the clouds be lazy by the spring water behind the scriptures, waiting for dinner. After dinner, he meditated and rested, and he didn't need a bed.

The days were extremely light and tasteless, and even the Mid-Autumn Festival was average. However, Lai Shun sent two boxes of mooncakes at home, and wrote a letter to say that everything was fine so that he could practice with peace of mind. Wen Yunhe and Zhou Zhengqing also sent Mid-Autumn Festival gifts, pastries and fruits, and wrote a letter to talk about some mundane affairs, but Qian Yiqun was too lazy to read them.

Time is like an arrow, and when the north wind blows on the mountain is getting longer and longer, the first snow on Qionglong Mountain finally falls in mid-September. However, the earth is still hot, and the snowflakes fall to the ground and it is not accumulated. The Qian family sent cotton coats early, and even the master and senior brother have a set. However, the master still only said, "Okay, okay," but did not change it.

But A Niu said that when the weather gets colder, he doesn't have to work before wearing it, and it's a pity that he's afraid of breaking it.

Qian Yiqun didn't know why, although he seemed to be colder this winter than in previous years, his body was always warmer, and he didn't think anything was wrong when he was wearing autumn clothes. It was not until the Taoist priests who met Zhenguan changed into cotton coats that he realized that he probably worked every day and his physique was much better than before.
Chapter completed!