Qian Yiqun came out of Baimeitu and slowly walked up the secluded path of the bamboo forest. Although there were horses in his hand, he suddenly wanted to walk by himself. This down-to-earth feeling made him feel extremely at ease. In contrast, his previous life was like floating in the air.

The duckweed that used to be finally found.

Qian Yiqun went into Shangzhen Temple step by step, and was just about to catch up with Zhao Jianyuan to go out for inspection.

It is too simple to make Zhao Jianyuan scold people. Qian Yiqun just needs to stand there and do nothing to get Zhao Jianyuan scolding.

Today is no exception.

But today's Qian Yiqun is no longer the Qian Yiqun of the past.

Because he condensed the corpse dog's soul, even without Zhong Xingyue's reminder, Qian Yiqun could listen to Zhao Jianyuan's insults calmly.

"Looking at your stupid look, your father should have shot you on the wall back then!" Zhao Jianyuan was so angry that his whole body was hot, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead, panting, and he could no longer scold him.

Qian Yiqun's heart was no longer full of turmoil. Shi Shiran knelt down on the ground, knocked down, and said respectfully: "Thank you, the master of the Supervisory Office."

Zhao Jianyuan held his hand that was about to wipe his sweat and froze in place.

After a while, Zhao Jianyuan sighed and said, "I still have a sensible person." After that, he shook his sleeves and left.

Suifeng did not leave the prison, but stepped forward to hold Qian Yiqun up and said, "Congratulations to fellow Taoist."

Qian Yiqun stood up and bowed, saying, "Brother Dao laughed, where does the joy come from?"

"Brother Dao, go to the inner hall with the supervisory institute, and you will definitely get something." Suifeng smiled.

Qian Yiqun calmed down and followed Feng to catch up with Zhao Jianyuan. Zhao Jianyuan walked in front. Seeing the two people behind catching up, he snorted coldly, but walked towards the elixir room of the prison without saying anything.

This was the second time Qian Yiqun entered the elixir house after going up the mountain. Everything was the same as last time, but the people in the room changed. Qian Yiqun became cautious and unscheduled, and Zhao Yuan no longer had the violent and domineering nature of the past. His lips were tightly pursed, his face was no rage, and he was extremely calm.

"Qian Yiqun." Zhao Jianyuan called out.

This was the first time Qian Yiqun heard the angrily voice from the supervisory master, and quickly bowed and replied: "Here."

"You are quite conscious." Zhao Jianyuan breathed a sigh of relief as he spoke, "and he saw through this after he condensed into a soul."

"I just gained a little, so please give me some advice."

Zhao Jianyuan kept silent and said after a long time, "Have you read the "Tao Te Ching"?"

"Readed." Qian Yiqun replied.

"How many places should the Supreme One use 'I'? How many places should the Supreme One use 'I'?" Zhao Jianyuan asked.

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: This... Since ancient times, I have read the meaning of literature, so how can I find the numbers frequently? He bowed and said, "I haven't counted it before, please give me advice from the master."

However, Zhao Jianyuan asked again: "Have you read the "South China Sutra"?"

"I read it briefly..." Qian Yiqun didn't dare to say that he had read it again, for fear that the master would ask questions like "how many words of Tao are there" again.

"In "Qiwu Lun", Nan Guo Ziqi sat in a hidden machine and looked up at the sky and shivered, saying, "I am now lost to me." Do you remember?"

"Student remember." Qian Yiqun quickly flipped out the text in his mind, but he still couldn't understand it.

Zhao Jianyuan shook his head slightly and said, "Don't you understand?"

Qian Yiqun's scalp became numb, and his long-term conditioned reflex made him think that there would be another storm in the future.

"In ancient times, 'I' and 'I' were not synonymous." The kindness of Zhao Jianyuan surprised Qian Yiqun. He only heard him say: "The real person in Nanhua has a chapter of Hun Chao, which can be regarded as an annotation of these two words."

Many Taoists have been unable to read for many years, let alone read classics. Zhao Jianyuan simply memorized the text of that chapter, which was a passage from the chapter "Responding to the Emperor". He is extremely patient at this moment, and he recites one sentence at a time, without any mystery, but he is afraid that Qian Yiqun will not understand it.

This story tells the story of the Emperor of the South China Sea, Shu and the Emperor of the North China Sea, Hu. These two emperors ran to the Central Emperor Hun Dun to play. Hun Dun treated them very thoughtfully. In order to repay Hun Dun's kindness, the two emperors said: "People have seven orifices, which are used to see, eat, and breathe. Now that Hun Dun is not yet, let's help him to enlighten him." So he opened his orifices every day, and seven days later, Hun Dun died.

"Suddenly, there is no place, and there is a rapid change." Zhao Jianyuan said, "The one who opens his mind is me, and the one who is confused and chaotic is the true self."

Qian Yiqun lowered his head and thoughtfully.

"The reason why I have great patients is that I have a body and I have no body, what are my troubles?" Zhao Jianyuan recited the text of the "Tao Te Ching" and said, "When you see me insult you, you will feel angry. In fact, it is surrounded by this 'me'. If you can't let go of 'me', you will naturally feel torment in your heart, as if you are sitting on a fire bed, it will be difficult to get rid of it."

Qian Yiqun nodded and admitted his teaching. Now he thought, no matter what the ward scolded the ward, does it have anything to do with him? Could it be that he said he was a pig or a pig or a pig or a pig or a pig or a pig or a pig or a pig or a dog? What really hurts him is really like tormenting from the fire, it is indeed his "inflict of my body".

"You are starting with mysterious techniques," Zhao Jianyuan said again, "I must have fought and killed them, so I will take the battle as an example. Let's ask: Is it possible for swords and curses to take lives, or can they take lives?"

A thought flashed through Qian Yiqun's mind: It's true that the sword and curse are more terrifying, and others can't scold me to death... He took a breath and said, "Students understand. It turns out that the master is asking students to abide by their own id these days and not be moved by external objects."

Zhao Jianyuan nodded: "The old practice says that it is ground. What to grind? Grind away the poison of greed and anger. Where does this poison of greed and anger come from? It's my body. Because someone else's words make three corpses furious. Not to mention practicing, even ordinary people will die prematurely even if they live at home."

"Yes, the teacher has troubled me." Qian Yiqun kowtowed and thanked.

"What trouble do I have?" Zhao Jianyuan chuckled, "You are a good seed, but the sun and the moon shine, and the water and soil are nourished, otherwise how can you sprout and grow? I just hold a handful of soil at will." He said again, "Now you have condensed your soul, can you know the wonderful use of it?"

Qian Yiqun shook his head: "Students don't know."

"This soul is the body in your body, you can use it to do nothing." Zhao Jianyuan said.

"Dare to ask the master, what is the intention of inaction?"

"Are you breathing effective and inaction?" Zhao Jianyuan asked.

"Of course, it is promising." Qian Yiqun's mind was slightly different. If he was inaction, he would have no breath and he would die.

"Do you need to control it?"

If this requires active operation, what should I do when I go to bed? Qian Yiqun shook his head.
Chapter completed!