Fu Zhiwen thought for a while and said, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, as the saying goes, the big sound is a sound, the elephant is invisible, and the real treasure is a return to nature! The young man has never seen the pen from the divine, but Xiao man heard that the pen from the divine is not made of fire dragon muscles, nor is it other monsters, but a kind of green bamboo. Only the central and unbent green bamboo can the real aura be written! In particular, the pen from the divine has always been a faint clear air, which can rush straight to the sky and echo the Wenquxing in the sky. I heard that when I hold the pen from the divine, I can use the literary energy of the Wenquxing to attract the grand air in the world..."

"Good... so amazing! Then this green bamboo... is definitely not an ordinary one!" Xiao Hua said with a smile.

"Indeed! According to legend, this green bamboo is the most beloved literary bamboo from the Immortal Emperor in the Immortal Palace. It was made by a master who has practiced his cultivation to the saint of literature!"

"Immortal Palace?" After hearing the Emperor and the Immortal Emperor one after another, Xiao Hua murmured in his heart and whispered, "Do you know where the Immortal Palace is?"

"Haha, how could Xiaosheng know?" Fu Zhiwen shook his head without hesitation, "Maybe Xiaosheng will be able to learn from the mystery of the Immortal Palace one day!"

"Oh? How do you say this?" Xiao Huaqi said.

Fu Zhiwen smiled and said, "On the Tibetan Immortal Continent, any Confucian scholar who can practice the realm of Taoist saints can receive invitations from Emperor Gou Chen and Emperor Dong Qian to attend the heavenly feast at the Dexian Palace. Although the way to Dexian Palace is guided by special immortal palace strong men, these literary saints will not let these literary saints know where the Immortal Palace comes from. But after all, they can see the wonders of the Taoist saints!"

Xiao Hua nodded slightly: "In other words, even if he participated in the God-given Feast, he wouldn't know where the Immortal Palace is!"

"Well, it should be! Otherwise, this immortal palace has existed for countless years, but there are no rumors about the place where the immortal palace is located on the Tibetan Immortal Continent!" Fu Zhiwen nodded and said.

"Haha, let's not mention the Immortal Palace!" Xiao Hua didn't care about the location of the Immortal Palace. After all, it was the ultimate of Confucianism and was really far away from him. "Tell me about the top ten imperial weapons!"

Fu Zhiwen pointed to the falling fire dragon hair and said, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, the second-place divine pen, already knows that the tenth-placed imperial weapon is a ever-changing scarf!"

"The ever-changing scarf?" Xiao Hua smiled unconsciously after hearing this. "The word "every-changing" sounds like... Why do you have some connection with my Taoist magic weapon?"

Fu Zhiwen smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Xiao. Didn't the young scholar say that before? Although this sect has been declining for a long time, the Taoist sect and the Confucian scholars are generally passed down from ancient times. The two sects have their own advantages and disadvantages, and they also learn from each other! As for who is the essence of whom and who is the fabricated man whom. Now who can still distinguish it clearly? The ever-changing scarf is the Confucian scarf used by a Confucian scholar. When the rumors are worn on the head, they can not only change their appearance at will, but also when reciting poetry and books. The clear air above the head can communicate with different stars. Different times can also use the power of the stars when drawing inscriptions!"

"Inscription?" Xiao Hua heard a new word again.

Fu Zhiwen immediately explained: "The inscription is a text with a noble spirit written with a pen from the divine origin. If these words are written on paper, the paper becomes a scroll! If it is written directly in the air to defeat the enemy, it is called an inscription! Oh, by the way, the words engraved on the jade box just now can be called an inscription! This inscription should be similar to the runes of the Taoist sect."

Xiao Hua nodded: "So, Xiao just understands it! This rune and inscription are indeed similar to each other!"

"The ninth harem is as misty as an immortal garment." Fu Zhiwen said again, "The greatest effect of this harem is to be able to auspicious clouds in the nine heavens and dance with the white clouds. It is the fastest flying among the top ten harems, and is considered a real harem. Of course, this harem can also be invisible and illusory, and even as strong as Wen Sheng, it is not easy to detect."

"Good, so, who can wear this vague fairy clothes? There are almost no one in this world who can defeat him! In this life...even if you can't beat him, you can escape your life!"

"Hehe, that's true!" Fu Zhiwen said with a smile, "When talking about this vague as fairy clothes, there is something wonderful!"

"Oh? Tell me quickly!~" Xiao Hua likes strange things the most and takes his eyes off the bidding meeting.

"This happened in the Pure Land world!" Fu Zhiwen said in a leisurely manner, "The Buddha Sect has always claimed to be compassionate and pity the world. They even shouted the slogan of sweeping the floor and damaging the lives of ants, cherishing moths and gauzes and lamps. A Confucian scholar from the Tibetan Immortal Continent felt that human nature is evil, how could there be such a compassionate person? Even with such a person, it is impossible for the entire Buddha Sect to be! So, before a famous temple in the Pure Land world, a beggar with a very evil image and a very dirty body appeared! This beggar will arrive every morning when serving porridge, and will leave after drinking porridge! He will not give this at all

Some Buddhist monks talk about Zen. At the beginning, the monks in this temple were very law-abiding and were not tired of it. They chanted the Buddha's name every day, served porridge to the beggar, and explained some Buddhist teachings while serving porridge. Unfortunately, the beggar didn't listen at all. After three years, the beggar who ate porridge walked one after another, but the beggar had a look as old as before, without any resistance to wind and rain. The beggar did not change, but the monk who slapped the porridge was lazy. From the fourth year, the porridge bowl slowly began to become half a bowl, and he no longer preached any Buddhist teachings to the beggar. He just chanted the Buddha's name and treated it as a response!"

"Since there is a beginning of slackness, it will be even more uncontrollable in the future~!" Xiao Hua said thoughtfully, "This monk who gave the porridge is not a monk from a temple. I am afraid he has fallen into the trap of this beggar..."

"It's true... Before the sixth year, the monk who gave the porridge had already started to speak ill of words, and even drove the beggar away when no one was around! The so-called Buddhist compassion had long been thrown out by him!" Fu Zhiwen smiled, "The most tragic thing is that the day of the seventh year seemed to be extremely cold that day. There was no other beggar to drink porridge except this beggar. The rule of this temple is that as long as someone comes to drink porridge, they must give porridge! I don't know if the monk who gave the porridge was in a bad mood, or if it was cold, or some other reason, in short, the monk actually had a conflict with the beggar when giving porridge! He broke the beggar's head with a porridge spoon, and his brain splashed everywhere!"

"Good..." Xiao Hua smiled, "This is a big disaster!"

"Yes, this kind of disaster... is really big or small!" Fu Zhiwen said seriously, "This is also the key to the beggar's test of the monk! After all, whether to give porridge or not, whether to be patient or not! This life and death are the righteousness, whether it is a beggar or not!"

"Oh, this Confucian scholar is really tolerant!" Xiao Hua sighed, "It actually took six years of hard work to explore the good and evil of these human nature...the hypocrisy of Buddhism!"

"The most feared thing in this world is this kind of persistent exploration!" Fu Zhiwen shook his head, "If fellow Taoist Xiao does not have such persistence, the path he can take in the future... I'm afraid it won't last long!"

"Haha... Mr. Fu is right!" Xiao Hua felt warm after hearing Fu Zhiwen's tone. Although these words were not nice, they were really for his own good. Moreover, Xiao Hua also heard that Fu Zhiwen should be able to sense his cultivation and feel that his cultivation was still shallow, but he had many Yuanshi on his body to reach the third level of the Mingyue Palace.

"The monk caused trouble. The safest way is to go back to the temple directly, admit his fault to the abbot, and ask the masters in the temple to do a ritual for the beggar to overcome the dead souls! No matter what, the abbot cannot let the monk pay for his life for the beggar! After all, it is not my Tibetan Immortal Continent!" Fu Zhiwen said again, "It's a pity that this monk was lucky enough to see that there was no one around. It was the wind and snow that covered the sun, so he boldly dragged the beggar's body into the mountains and threw it under the cliff!!! Seeing that the body fell down the mountain stream like falling leaves, even the living person would die, so he returned to the temple with confidence."

Xiao Hua was silent and smiled bitterly, "There must be something hateful to poor people! Xiao just now felt that this monk was a little pitiful. He was stared at him for six years. I don't know how many good deeds he did before, but his moral integrity was ruined for a while! But judging from the monk's actions, he not only has Buddhas, but also a demon in his heart! This Buddha demon is the most terrifying!!"

"Yes! That's right!" Fu Zhiwen nodded, "In fact, this monk has his own difficulties. It is said that the next day was a big day, and a Bodhisattva from Daleiyin Temple wanted to come to their temple. Therefore, the entire temple was moved by this event. This monk had something to do, but he had to give porridge to the beggar, so he felt resentment in his heart! Especially, before this event, how dare he report the beggar to the abbot's case to the temple's abbot's case? He could only secretly cover up the matter."

"Of course, the weather was extremely cold that day. Except for the beggar who was beaten to death, no one came to drink porridge. Even the entire temple was busy, and he didn't know that a murder occurred before his temple gate! This day passed very quietly! The monk who was a little worried and nervous finally fell asleep peacefully, thinking that everything had passed, and everything he had endured for the past six years had become a passing cloud."

"But on the second day, the Bodhisattva from Daleiyin Temple arrived in the temple and had not yet opened an altar to preach. The monks in the temple found that all the Buddha statues in the temple were broken open with their chests, revealing the holes in the golden body. There was a big word "Dragon and phoenix" on each hole! The host naturally did not dare to neglect it, thinking that this was a conspiracy against the Bodhisattva, so he hurriedly reported to the Bodhisattva. After hearing this, the Bodhisattva released his Buddhist consciousness to look at it. After seeing these words, he sighed, "Human hearts are unpredictable, and human nature is unpretentious." Then he stopped saying a word, and stepped on the lotus and flew away!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!