"So I think the red Qi enters from Zhaoniwan. Zhao then sucks the divine clouds with his mouth, swallows the divine clouds for three times, and forms the three gods, red clothes and crowns, and spreads the red palace underneath, enters the two bladders, transports the lower Yuan essence and blood to wrap around the divine body, enters the tailbone point, penetrates the bone marrow, enters the Niwan, and spreads the nose below, and turns red blood into a round of red light. The god is in the light, and goes five feet away, and breathes in the time..."

Sitting on the ground, the sandalwood rose and gradually filled the room, smelling that made the whole person flutter, like riding on clouds and fog.

Du Zigong was preaching, talking about the "Shangqing Dadong True Sutra" delivered from Yang Xi, a Taoist of Shangqing Sect at the beginning of the year. It is said that it was written by Wei Huacun, the king of Zixu Yuan, who had long passed away, and he did not know the true or false. However, the words and sentences of this true sutra are obscure and very exquisite. Even the leader of the Wu Dou Mi Tao in name, Du Zigong also studied and communicated with famous ones to make it clear. After that, it was inheritance and disciple. After all, although he was the leader of the Wu Dou Mi Tao, he favored the Shangqing Sect. If the "Shangqing Dadong True Sutra" could be widely spread, it would be very beneficial to the Shangqing Sect... especially when an evolutionary sect appeared.

Although he knew that the emergence of the new sect was beneficial to the prosperity of the Five Doks of Rice Path, after all, there was a Buddhist eyeing him, but people were selfish after all. Even Du Zigong was nothing more than that. He glanced at Sun Tai, and saw that the disciple listened carefully, concentrate, and wrote key points on the paper from time to time, he nodded with satisfaction.

Be calm and stay away.

Sun Tai is like a man, so he would not be distracted or outlined other things when his mentor preached. He understood it very seriously. Although the Xu family's death case made him very sad, it was not enough to disturb his normal life. He still vaguely remembered that Xu Zhen said that he had similar personalities to Xu Zhen and Wang Ningzhi. No matter how unexpected a person with deep feelings had an accident, the things that should be completed in his hands would still be completed in an unspoken way. It was not indifferent, but just an indescribable objectivity.

He had his own judgment. It was precisely because he could make rational judgments that he felt that the so-called Wei Huacun's dream of showing his spirit was probably a false statement, and it should have been written by Yang Xi. He also had a copy of it in his hand. In line with Du Zigong's lecture, he naturally realized it in his heart... Du Zigong's lecture did not last long. After he was old, he finished part of the lecture, but he did not rush to leave. After responding to the questions of some students, he sat on the mat and waved to Sun Tai: "Jingyuan."

Sun Tai hurriedly packed up the books, handed them over to the servant, walked over and stood respectfully beside Du Zigong: "What are the instructions of the commander?"

"After the hurricane, people are living in poverty, and they may have more refugees. You can use this to spread the Dharma widely, and you can use the "Dadong True Sutra" as the basis... I want to leave this matter to you, I wonder if you are willing?" Du Zigong said slowly, his eyes staying on Sun Tai.

Sun Tai raised his eyebrows and hesitated: "Don't the teacher preside over the leadership?"

"I'm old, I'm afraid I don't have much energy." Du Zigong sighed, "If you preside over the leadership, you can also gain more experience. You can take over my leadership in the future."

He did not agree immediately. After thinking for a while, Sun Tai said: "Since the students still have some private matters to deal with, and their mood is in a mess, and they are afraid..."

"If your mind is confused, you can calm your mind. There are many ways to solve it through experience, and you can stabilize your mind. This is the way to nourish your mind... Your mind should be in the Three Wus, where you transfer the matter of preaching the Dharma to Kuaiji, and you can also use this opportunity to solve your mind." Du Zigong followed the goatee and said with a smile.

"Thank you for your understanding."

...

As the sun sets, the orange halo renders the whole world. Even the river is coated with a layer of color, which is gorgeous and weird. If it is a daily life, it can be regarded as a beautiful scenery. I am afraid that many talented people can recite poems and essays, but for some people, it means grief.

This is an unknown tributary that relays into Qiantang River. It is very small and has no name. There is a land and house next to the water. In the past, it was abandoned and few people came here. Only some servants had to come and clean it regularly to prepare for the host's guests' needs to have a banquet for guests... Now there is people here, and the curling blue smoke rises with the wind, which seems to be the same as the smoke that can be seen everywhere, but it is not the smoke of cooking.

It is the blue smoke brought by the burning of handwritten talismans, which has the effect of appeaseing the spirit of unjustly death of the dead.

A faint crying sound came, but it was quickly stopped by someone with a cough. The coughing sounded like a young man, and he was a little familiar. Sun Tai, who was walking outside, stopped and said, "Jin Jue... It's me, Sun Tai."

A moment later, a young woman in white opened the door with a beautiful face, but because of the combination of white, it made the overall look a little sad and her face faintly pale... Sun Tai's eyes flashed over the woman and looked at the group of people behind her. Except for Zhang Lu, who was standing heroically, everyone else was wearing white, surrounded by a small grave, with a simple wooden tombstone with Xu Zhen's name written on it.

He walked in, first nodded at Zhang Lu, ignored the group of people in white, walked to the grave, looked at the tombstone silently, and a slight ripples appeared in his eyes. After a moment, he raised his head hard and suppressed the waves, then turned around and looked at Zhang Lu: "You plan to just place them?"

"This place is abandoned all year round, and there are few people, so it's okay for them to live here." Zhang Lu nodded, then signaled the group of people wearing white silk to leave. Seeing the woman's figure disappear, he continued, "Xu Jia told me before his lifetime that he wanted to protect these people no matter what. He just listened to his conversation. You didn't seem to like them, so you had to leave it to me to take care of them."

"Do you know that Wang Shuping might be looking for them?" Sun Tai frowned, "You have to take this risk too?"

"After all, it was Xu Jia's...a last wish."

"Haha... What a last wish from Xu Jia." Smile disdainfully, Sun Tai looked at the direction where the group of people left, "You must have fallen in love with that woman, otherwise it would be worth your troubles when a few people with the surname Zhou?"

Sun Tai's disdain did not anger Zhang Lu. Perhaps he was not a person who was good at expressing his expression outside, nor did he answer Sun Tai's words. Instead, he asked: "What about you, although I am a friend of Xu Jia, I am just having an ordinary relationship. If I remember correctly, you two should have grown up together. Now that they have left their friendship, they have even been wiped out... What are your plans?"

"I will go to Kuaiji to preach the Dharma these days, and nothing else is wrong." Sun Tai glanced at the tombstone, "Tai and Jingyuan, there are changes in natural disasters and man-made disasters. It is better to keep this situation still... Xu Jia, after all, is too impulsive..."
Chapter completed!