Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 124 Master, I understand
Three days later, the Prime Minister's Temple was closed and no tourists were allowed to visit the temple.

The tourism area management committee has reached an agreement with the government on the repair matters, and is now stepping up efforts to repair the ground. In addition, the renovation work inside the ancestral hall is also proceeding step by step.

Yan Huan lived in the guest room of Zhuge's house. He got up early today and wandered around the village.

Zhuge Village is simple and elegant, which deeply appeals to Yan Huan, a man who loves antiquity. At daybreak, the sound of pounding clothes gradually rises on the stone steps beside the pond. Although every household has running water washing machines, the custom of pounding clothes is still well preserved. This scene is undoubtedly a grand spectacle seen by passing tourists.

In the early morning of autumn, the night has not yet faded. All the small shops along the pond are open, but the lights are very dim. The tables are placed by the water, and there is a lot of noise.

Zhuge Village has the habit of having morning tea, but the tea they brew is not Guangdong-style Kung Fu tea. Most of them use large teapots, and some use small purple clay teapots, which are enjoyed directly mouth to mouth like the Zhuge Gong.

Yan Huan randomly found a seat and sat down, looking at the small shop full of dim sum specialties, such as steamed buns and pancakes. They were not high-end, but very affordable.

"Boss, four beef fried buns, please." Yan Huan said to the woman busy under the eaves, "Do you have tofu pudding... the salty kind?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Both sweet and salty."

The woman responded, bringing over the freshly fried buns. "Here, buns. There are also some new side dishes. They're a little spicy, so they're not too cold to eat."

"Thank you."

Yan Huan picked up the bun, but before he put it to his mouth, someone pulled out a stool from the opposite table and sat down calmly.

"Boss, three chicken buns and a bowl of bean curd, sweet ones."

Yan Huan looked up and saw Zhuge Qing staring at him with a smile. Of course, that smile was mixed with a hint of bitterness that was hardly noticeable.

Zhuge Qing, who graduated from the Performance Department of Shanghai Theatre Academy, hid his bitterness very well, but Yan Huan still saw through it.

With the halo of genius, no matter how much you talk about living a peaceful and leisurely life, in fact, you still have some idol baggage.

Zhuge Qing is the epitome of the entire Wu Hou Sect. He has not been in public for a long time, and the news and attention he gets comes from the Internet. He is troubled by the outside world's curiosity and speculation about the Wu Hou Sect, but he can't help but feel complacent and proud of the mysterious and wonderful inherited magic.

This kid Yan Huanzhi is pretending to be relaxed and at ease now, but he actually feels uncomfortable in his heart!
After all, the kid is a little immature, and his mood can't change as quickly as mine.

"Salty and sweet together, that's a crooked approach!" Yan laughed.

"Life is a bit bitter, so we always need to add some sugar to make it more sweet." Zhuge Qing pursed his lips.

"It's been three days. The wound on your back is almost scabbed over."

"Hmm..." Zhuge Qing knew that Yan Huan meant something else, so he nodded and narrowed his eyes, with no visible change in his expression.

But the atmosphere around him obviously began to darken.

The tofu was served and he took a bite. It was a little funny to say, but even though sugar was added, he actually tasted saltiness in it.

Looking at Yan Huan, Zhuge Qing couldn't tell what his mood was at the moment: aggrieved, discouraged, jealous, and perhaps a little bit fortunate, an indescribable sense of relief.

How strange.

But the underlying mood is probably still gloomy, otherwise the tofu pudding would not have lost its sweetness.

Yan Huan tapped the table impatiently, "Qing, you got the wrong one, that's mine."

"Ah?" Zhuge Qing was stunned. "I'll get you another one!"

He quickly got up and walked towards the woman who was frying the pan under the eaves.

Yan Huan chewed a bun and looked at Zhuge Qing's back.

This boy is proud and strong-willed. His life had been smooth sailing before. To people outside the circle, he was handsome and had excellent grades. To people inside the circle, he was the descendant of Wu Hou, extremely talented, and shouldered the expectations for the family's revival, for which he felt very proud.

It is easy to understand why Da Meng and the others want to cause trouble, because in the eyes of the three bodyguards, Zhuge Qing is completely someone else's child.

No matter how outstanding other people’s children are, they will meet other people’s children who are even more outstanding.

Unfortunately, Zhuge Qing met Yan Huan before he even came out of the mountains for a battle. Before the little Sleeping Dragon could soar into the sky, he was slapped into the ditch.

Zhuge Qing knew that there is always someone better than you, but he never expected that his talent and family heritage, which he was so proud of, would be so vulnerable.

He was in a state of panic, and had not yet found a way to relieve the confusion.

"Come, come, come!" Zhuge Qing came back with tofu pudding.

"Zhuge Qing, you are good in every way except that you still have the arrogance in your bones. You will be fine after being beaten a few more times." Yan Huan stirred the tofu pudding and took a bite carefully.

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Qing's body tensed up instantly, "Is this what he's going to do again?"

"Relax, I won't hit you." Yan Huan said.

Zhuge Qing then relaxed and settled down completely in his seat.

Yan Huan continued to speak slowly, "To be honest, I don't have the confidence to help you comprehend. When it comes to cultivation, it's up to oneself, not others. As we often say, the master leads you to the door, but the cultivation is up to you. Asking others for help is a wrong path."

"You have seen the sorcerer's methods. It's just a small thing back and forth. It's insignificant."

"That is to say, I can't pull your mind out of it, otherwise I will definitely give you a good beating."

Zhuge Qing swallowed a mouthful of tofu pudding, and the ginger and sugar water flowed down his throat but did not seem to stay on the tip of his tongue. This time it was really not sweet anymore.

negligible?

Why do you call that thing that cannot be looked at directly in the Visualization Method and that huge monster wrapped in evil fire insignificant?
Is this modesty or pure Versailles?
For a moment, Zhuge Qing felt a little empathy for Da Meng and the others.

This is so annoying to hear!
"Brother Yan, you are really being self-deprecating by saying that." Zhuge Qing grabbed the transparent plastic cup, took the ginger sugar water and drank it all in one gulp, as if it was bitter wine in his throat.

In the future, inner demons will become a disaster.

Yan Huan looked up and could vaguely see a few large words written on Zhuge Qing's face.

"Zhuge Qing, tell me the truth, do you admit it or not?" "What do you admit?"

"My own failure."

"I admit it!" Zhuge Qing said frankly.

"You admitted it to me, but did you admit it to yourself?"

Zhuge Qing hesitated, and asked himself, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. His defeat did not mean the defeat of the entire Wuhou faction. As long as the true fire was not ignited, he would not have been completely defeated.

This kind of mentality is self-comforting and also a bit self-deceptive.

"Your father is greedy and reckless, eager to achieve success, and asking for expectations from others. You have gone astray. If you go astray, you can correct it, but you are different. You have achieved success in meditation, but when you maintain your meditation, you can't help but feel proud..."

"Ignite the fire of life. I prefer your father to you."

While talking, they ate a few buns.

The eastern sky was turning pale as the morning light dimmed. A thin mist filled the mountains surrounding Zhuge Village. A ray of light penetrated the clouds and fell on Zhuge Qing's face.

"And neither you nor your son have weak cultivation. Instead, you have too much reverence for the inherited secret skills. This reverence has become the Five Finger Mountain that is weighing you down."

Ah~~~
After eating and drinking, Yan Huan stretched his body lazily. A day's plan begins in the morning, and today he has a great time to enjoy.

"Leave Zhuge Qing, go and give it a try."

"The wound on the back doesn't heal easily, but the wound on the heart can be healed in a moment."

"Your father should have taught you the inheritance of the True Fire Samadhi. Why don't you choose a quiet place and light one to give it a try?"

Zhuge Qing hurriedly stuffed the unfinished big bun into his mouth and stood up hastily, "Let's go!"

In addition to the Prime Minister's Temple which is open to the public, Zhuge Village also has a separate ancestral temple dedicated to the Wuhou Sect.

The two decided on the location here.

According to the rules of the Wuhou sect, the ceremony of inheriting the true fire must also be performed in the ancestral hall. However, this was a spur of the moment decision and Zhuge Qing did not inform his elders at home.

This time, the training will be handed over to Dharma Protector Yan Huan.

Zhuge Qing sat cross-legged on the grass, with his five hearts facing the sky, and his mind was deep in meditation.

I spent seven years perfecting four sets of magic spells, all for this day.

"Guarding the spirit platform." Seeing the smile that unconsciously appeared on Zhuge Qing's lips, Yan Huan finally couldn't help but speak.

You have just entered into a state of meditation, but your mind is already wandering. Your comprehension will surely backfire.

Zhuge Qing calmed down and came to his senses. He had some false thoughts when he took the first step, which was a bad start.

If you take even a step wrong, your mind will be in chaos and false thoughts will arise.

"The way of cultivation is in accordance with the principles of nature. It is not advisable to be too full or too short."

"You are in awe of your family heritage, but you also know that a gentleman should leave behind great achievements. Don't ask about Zen while you are in Baolin."

"When you are in Baolin, if you are confused by worldly affairs, you will lose the true practice. Sometimes you have to let go of your obsessions and deliberate pursuits. A naturally peaceful mindset will make it easier to perceive the truth."

After Yan Huan finished speaking, he glanced at Zhuge Qing and saw that he looked serious, as if he was thinking, so he stopped talking and left it at that.

When it comes to spiritual practice, it depends more on self-realization.

With some insight, you will have a bright future.

Zhuge Qingqi drove down to the Dantian, surging in the Qi sea below the navel, awakening the people's fire in the bladder, rolling the fire straight up, flowing into the middle Dantian, wrapping up the minister fire of the kidneys, and finally gathering at the main fire of the heart, nurturing and awakening the Niwan in the upper Dantian.

Gather the upper, middle and lower Samadhi, use the Three Treasures as energy and the soul as firewood, and ignite the fire of life!

Yan Huan's eyes glowed with gold as he stared at the method of circulating Qi in Zhuge Qing's body. The three dantians were connected into a line and became brighter, and his spirit, energy and vitality all showed obvious fluctuations and shining.

This time, maybe it will work.

Zhuge Qing opened his eyes and spread his palms.

Master, I understand!

“This is…Puchi!”

A mouthful of blood surged into Zhuge Qing's throat but he was forced to swallow it back. The bright three treasures dimmed, turned over and burned his soul, and a backlash occurred.

Zhuge Qing was exhausted and collapsed heavily.

"You got a ghost!"

"It's just the finishing touch, the final crucial step, but my mood is fluctuating at this moment."

When you get something, you will be happy; when you seek something, you will not get it.

"It's still a little off."

Yan Huan carried Zhuge Qing and walked out of the ancestral hall. The backlash on his soul was extremely severe. It would probably take some time to recover. If the young one couldn't do it, he would just go and try with the old one.

The old and the young must eventually become one.

"Is this True Fire Samadhi so mysterious?"

As the matter concerns the fire essence of the five elements, Yan Huan has to work harder on the true fire. He has thought that if it really doesn't work, he might be able to study some strange magic while Zhuge Qing is recuperating.

(End of this chapter)