Dedicate One's Mind - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: 2




After Wu Yi came out of the hall, he kept walking and went straight to his cave.

Liucheng Yidao temple is built in Cangwu mountains, with nine peaks and twelve streams. The Taoist temple will recruit disciples every three years, but only 20 or 30 people at a time. The Taoist temple can accommodate up to five disciples, that is, if a disciple does not enter the inner door or become a professor or teacher, he will go down the mountain in 15 years at most. Therefore, there are five peaks in the temple that are the residence of disciples. The rest of the peaks are either the residence of teachers and professors, or planting herbs, or stocking spirit animals, so I won't describe them in detail.

Wu Yi's residence is on Lingxiu peak, which is also the nearest place for disciples to practice Taoism. The mountain is steep. All disciples rely on the plank road for transportation. The plank road is only three feet wide without protection. There is a deep stream three feet away, which is frightening.

Wu Yi's cave is on the top of the mountain. It's not that other disciples don't want to see the scenery of the mountains, but that they have a group of servants and maidservants around them. The mountain top is narrow and can't accommodate these many people. Most of them are from an aristocratic family. They are well-dressed and can't live a life of wind, food and dew. Moreover, the mountain is thousands of feet high and it's inconvenient for early classes, so many people find a flat place at the foot of the mountain to be their cave, The closer to the top of the mountain, the fewer people.

When Wang chuchen asked Wu Yi to choose the cave that day, Wu Yi chose the cave at a glance. For one thing, he is alone and has no company. There is no need to worry about this. Secondly, he is a person who likes to be quiet and does not like to move. Finally, those who become disciples through normal ways don't seem to like him very much. Why should he put a hot face on his cold ass?

But when I went up the mountain today, I was dizzy after listening to the class all morning, and there was no dry rice in my stomach. I was already exhausted on the road.

It was not easy to get to the cave. Wu Yi lifted the door sealing stone and locked the cave. After that, he fell on the stone bed and didn't want to move. He soon fell asleep.

After a short sleep, there was a knock outside the door. Wu Yi propped up and opened the door. He knew that Rex had brought food at this time.

Sure enough, there was a middle-aged man with a yellow scarf on his head at the door. Most of these powerful men were orphans adopted by the Taoist temple. They taught them some superficial skills, and then quenched the flesh with external medicine to become a good body of King Kong. They have great power. If a strong man is successful, it's nothing to move mountains and reclaim the sea. However, since the beginning of his cultivation, he needs a lot of foreign objects and is easy to be controlled by others, so the monk doesn't do it.

Friars are weak at the beginning of cultivation, so they keep several strong men for body protection. This is a high-ranking strong man. They do some chores like middle-aged men to earn external medicine.

Wu Yi took the food, saluted him and thanked him. He took several liang of silver coins from his sleeve and forced them into his hand.

The middle-aged man turned away from his salute and said, "don't dare to be a master. Don't dare to be a master." he quickly returned the silver in his hand to Wu Yi.

Wu Yi's face sank and said unhappily, "do you look down on me?"

The middle-aged man is neither, nor is he. He is so anxious that he sweats all over his head and hesitates. He doesn't know what to say. For a strong man like them, the disciples in the temple are immortals. Why have they ever seen immortals treat mortals with courtesy, so they are terrified.

Wu Yi holds his hand and asks him to hold the silver in his hand. Wu Yi knows that because his cave is on the top of the mountain, it is not easy to travel, the Hercules work a lot, and it is even harder to get foreign medicine. It's worth a day or two. For a long time, the workload is heavy, and there are still so many foreign medicines. It's difficult to ensure that the Hercules won't give him food short of weight, so they still have to get him early to prevent more things in the future.

Hercules took his silver and wept with gratitude. He kowtowed to Wu Yi. Wu Yi held him still and accepted the gift. If he didn't accept it, I don't know what kind of fear it would make him.

Wu Yi felt a little guilty, but he was soon strangled by him. He came from a family of dignitaries. Don't be too familiar with this method of attracting people's hearts. Now he is a guest in a foreign land. It's not easy to get along with other disciples, and Wang chuanchen can't count on it. It's natural for the people closest to him to make friends on weekdays, so it's better to be ears and eyes.

After kneeling down, the middle-aged man turned and left. Wu Yi didn't say anything else. If he was too enthusiastic for the first time, it would make people feel that the city is not deep. Moreover, for a long time, it's better to observe his human nature.

After a gust of wind swept the remnant clouds, the food was wiped out. After being full of wine and food, Wu Yi's sleepiness also rested. He spread out a piece of white paper, dipped his pen in ink, and wrote on the paper. A piece of paper is full of words. The words can't be said to be a family, but iron painting and silver hook, and the rules are correct.

Wu Yi took out another piece of paper and did not write. An hour later, Wu Yi put his brush on the pen holder and breathed a sigh of relief. Three pieces of paper full of writing had been placed on the stone table.

Wu Yi took the earliest written paper, breathed a sigh, and examined it carefully. If other disciples saw the words on the paper, they would be surprised. These words were clearly the contents taught by Wang chuanchen during his teaching. Wu Yi actually recorded the contents of Wang chuanchen's teaching silently.

In fact, after a certain level of cultivation, the monk's memory is indeed far superior to ordinary people, but the key is that Wu Yi is still a mortal. It's amazing to have such a terrible memory.

Wu Yi is not born with such a memory. On the one hand, his grandfather is strict in managing his family and is strict with him on weekdays. All the children of the two princes need to go to the Imperial College. It is also because his grandfather is honest and self-conscious and taboo on weekdays, which makes Wu Yi excluded from the Imperial College. Most of the doctoral professors ignore him. In this case, Wu Yi had to rely on himself. Naturally, he developed a firm character and extraordinary memory.

But because of this, Wu Yisheng is withdrawn and suspicious. It's hard to say whether the advantages outweigh the disadvantages or the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.

Wu Yi checked it carefully and marked out the place of doubt. Although Wu Yi was hardworking and serious, he had never studied Taoist terms before, so he recorded it silently. Several words didn't express the meaning or didn't know the so-called, which gave him a headache.

Wu Yi had no choice but to try his best to modify what could be modified. As for others, they were temporarily listed as pending.

Then Wu Yi kept silent twice, faster and faster. The last time was only half an hour. After the last silence, Wu Yi's eyes flashed, and a touch of self-confidence appeared on his face. He had completely written down these contents.

After writing, Wu Yi was tired. Wu Yi looked out. It was dark and thought that the rice delivery man should come again.

Sure enough, after a while, the middle-aged man came again. To Wu Yi's surprise, the leader was a Taoist boy of six or seven years old. His loose robes and sleeves looked strange and made people laugh.

But Wu Yi didn't dare to look a little different. He hastened forward to salute and asked, "elder martial brother has come all the way. Younger martial brother has lost his welcome. What instructions do you have?"

Although these Taoist children are only six or seven years old, Wu Yi knows that they have practiced special skills. Although their accomplishments have increased slowly, their age is twice that of ordinary people. However, their body shape should always remain like a child, and their psychology will also remain in the heart of a child. Regardless of the appearance of Taoist children at the age of six or seven, their actual age is not necessarily that of Wu Yi's grandfather, The most important thing is that Wu Yi once saw this Taoist boy outside Wang chuchen's cave.

Tao Tong looked up at Wu Yi and saw him salute respectfully. He nodded with satisfaction. Then he pretended to be mature and said, "are you Wu Yi?"

Wu Yi replied, "it's me."

"The guru said that since you are an entry-level disciple, everything should be with you. Let's see if there is any shortage." the Taoist boy pointed to the bamboo basket on the back of the middle-aged man behind him.

The middle-aged man hurriedly put down the bamboo basket on his back. He saw two sets of blue grain Xuanyun Taoist robes, an identity token, several books, and food in the evening.

Wu Yi glanced at the items in the basket and stopped watching. No matter how the fight was in the view, these basic things would never be short of him. Otherwise, it would be too ugly to eat. It should be noted that Wu Yi was recruited by the view master after all.

Wu Yi smiled and said, "elder martial brother, I can still trust you. You don't have to see it."

In fact, if you don't have a very bad relationship with others, you will never check it carefully on the spot. Isn't this embarrassing and plain bad relationship.

The Taoist boy waved the dust and said to the middle-aged man behind him, "don't move things in for younger martial brother Wu."

With a simple and honest smile, the middle-aged man immediately started to move in and out. He was busy.

Wu Yi warmly invited Tao Tong to visit the cave. Finally, when they parted, they put their sleeves together. Tao Tong didn't realize that his robe sleeves were heavy and his face was more amiable. He walked out of the cave happily.

After welcoming them out of the cave, Wu Yichang breathed a sigh. The matter of greeting and sending is not Wu Yi's strong point, which is incompatible with his nature. However, living in such an environment, Wu Yi has long learned to tolerate and be more realistic. He chooses his own good people and follows them. He has not learned his grandfather's unshakable character of abiding by his original heart.

In the great Xuan Kingdom, his grandfather was in charge of the government and was in power. Although he was not liked by the academic officials, no one dared to offend him even if he did not make friends with others and lived and studied alone. Now that he has taken refuge, the hairless Phoenix is not as good as a chicken. How can he dare to do the same thing as before? It is true to have a good relationship with those who can make friends.

Jinwu falls in the west, and the sunset glow is all over the sky, magnificent and magical. Wu Yi didn't have time to enjoy the beautiful evening scenery. After seeing them off, Wu Yi immediately moved to the door sealing stone, closed the cave, lit the light, lit the lamp, took out the books sent by the Taoist children and watched them under the lamp.

The last book is called "little Zhou Tian's moving technique", which is an introduction to the method of tuina. As for the other books, some talk about the rules in the view, some talk about the customs and customs in the cultivation world, and others briefly introduce the cultivation realm and the characteristics of each realm.

Wu Yi reads quietly by candlelight. He turns the book very slowly, but he never turns it over again. Reading seriously is like this.

Candles flickered and there was no one around. I didn't know what animals were singing to invite the moon outside the cave. The rustling sound of turning books in the cave sounded from time to time, a quiet scene.

Although Wu Yi is alone, he is not uncomfortable at all. He used to experience such a life almost every day. Instead, he is happy and leisurely, and no one bothers him.

Although the cave is quiet and undisturbed, it is too poor. There is only one lamp on the stone table. The light is dim. Wu Yi's eyes are numb, swollen and painful.

Fortunately, Wu Yi was not helpless. He took out a red bead from his package, took out the lamp holder and put it on the candlelight. As the candlelight continued to burn the bead, the bead became crystal clear. Later, it even emitted a bright light like a small sun, but it was not dazzling and did not feel hot. It was amazing.

This bead also has its origin. Three years ago, a meteor landed in Dangdang County of Daxuan country, and the huge Dang Lake dried up nearly half. The resulting drought affected several counties and nearly one million refugees. There were 20 or 30 rebellions and the government and the public were greatly shaken.

At that time, the imperial party thought that this was a good time, so it let Wu Yi's father be the pacifying envoy and censor, pacify the refugees and investigate the matter.

Wu Yi's father, like Wu Yi's grandfather, was against the national teacher, so he took the opportunity to find a stone and said that it was God's resentment against the National Teacher's authority (at least Wu Yi thought so).

Unwilling to show weakness, the national teachers party fought back one after another, believing that this was the reason for his Majesty's failure to repair his virtue and government. Therefore, this matter became the fuse of the dispute between the two parties.

In order to prevent the National Teachers' Party from making trouble with the beads, Wu Yi took the beads out of the great Xuanguo border, and the discovery of the magic of the beads was an accident during the journey.

Once, Wu Yi accidentally knocked over the candlestick while reading, and the fire swallowed up the package Wu Yi carried with him. Wu Yi was going to save it, but he saw that the package emitted a bright white light, and the fire snake gradually subsided.

However, Wu Yi was disappointed to find that there was only one magic thing about the bead after many experiments. As far as he knew, the emperor once gave his grandfather a night pearl as big as a fist and placed it in a dark room. The dark room was like day, and the diamond emitted colorful light after being irradiated. This bead was not as magical as the night pearl diamond. It should be a mortal thing.

With red beads, reading is much more convenient. Wu Yi returns to the stone table to read carefully.

As time went by, Wu Yi first saw not the cultivation of martial arts, but the internal rules. On the one hand, if he practiced the martial arts indiscriminately, it would be inferior. On the other hand, now he is a formal disciple. If he is not familiar with the rules, even if the rules are not strictly checked, it would be much easier for others to pick his mistakes.

In the dead of night, only the sound of turning books came from time to time.