I! The Strongest Suzerain

Cough, cough...Master."

Han Feng woke up weakly, looked at the old man's vicissitudes face, and felt a sense of security in his heart.

"You bastard! I finally woke up, the ancestors bless, the ancestors bless."

The old man was talking, and Han Feng felt a warmth in his heart at this time. Then the old man scolded Han Feng angrily,

"You bastard! Can hexagrams be messed up? Ask Tianji with a hexagram, do you know if you know that big things will happen in Tianji! You bastard seems to be too busy every day!"

"I was wrong, Master."

Han Feng said aggrievedly, looking like a child who made a mistake.

"That's all! Fortunately, you haven't figured out anything, otherwise I wouldn't be able to save you today, the old man."

The old man sighed, and he said to Han Feng again,

"You have a good rest first, the old man goes out."

After finishing speaking, the old man didn't ask Han Feng why he fortune-tellers, turned around and walked out. Han Feng looked at the medicine in front of the bed, picked it up, and poured it in one gulp.

His brain is buzzing now, and he asked for divination last night, and the copper is broken. This is not a good sign, but he has not deduced anything.

At this moment, Han Feng felt that he believed in the power of gods and ghosts. He didn't go to 677 school for two consecutive days. He just lay at home and rested without calling his girlfriend Xiaoyue. Xiaoyue just sent a few messages. give him.

All were tepid inquiries. Looking at the information on the phone, Han Feng suddenly felt a bitterness in his heart. He had already smelled something.

While Han Feng was thinking wildly, the old man walked in. Han Feng got out of bed quickly and knelt in front of the old man.

"Master, please teach me the Dao Fa."

There was a hint of doubt and shock in the old man's eyes. He knew about this bastard, and he never believed in gods and Buddhas. What happened today? He took the wrong medicine?

"Okay, but the teacher is here to ask you, why did you learn the Tao?"

The old man said lightly, Han Feng was stunned, why did he learn Taoism? He didn't know...

"Learning the Tao for the sake of the teacher is to have a great mind in the heart, and to learn for the world! The purpose is to slay demons and demons, and help the world to be righteous!

Another point is that the teacher was also to protect! To protect the ancient inheritance of the Jade Profound Dao Sect."

When Han Feng listened to the old man's words, his eyes fell into confusion. The old man had already left the house at this time,

(befd) "The Dao method is easy to learn, but the mind of the Dao is difficult to control. If you don't have the mind, you will cultivate to the point of becoming a demon, and your body will die and everything will disappear."

The old man's voice still echoed in the house, but his people had long since gone.

"It's time to go to school."

Han Feng shook his head, dragged his weak body, and walked slowly to the school, but when he passed by his girlfriend Xiaoyue's class, he found that Xiaoyue was already hugging another man.

At this moment, Han Feng almost fainted, but he quickly calmed down and hurriedly returned to the gym, sitting under the portrait of the Sanqing Patriarch.

"why why?"

Han Feng spit blood on Sanqing Huaci and fainted, but this time he woke up by himself.

At this moment, Han Feng is neither sad nor happy. His face is calm, and he uses the portrait of Patriarch Bu Sanqing.

Three sticks of incense were offered.

"What's wrong? Han Feng."

A hoarse voice sounded outside the door, and then walked in, Han Feng turned his head and looked at the old man, his tears could not stop.

"If you want to cry, don't hold back. Here...wine!"

The old man threw a gourd to Han Feng, Han Feng didn't cry, but took a sip of wine. The wine entered his throat, Han Feng felt very uncomfortable, but he seemed to be in a better mood.

"No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror.

Originally there is nothing, where is the dust?"

The old man said with a smile, he still didn't ask Han Feng what happened, there are some things that need to be understood by himself.

"Master...I saw her and the others..."

Han Feng said with a trembling voice, but the strange thing was that Han Feng felt that he was obviously very sad and painful... but everything seemed unreal, as if he was just a movie watcher, and this experience was also a movie.

"What is false and true, what you see may not be true. It may not be false... The great way is in the heart, and it all depends on one understanding."

The old man spoke softly.

Han Feng knelt under the portrait of the Sanqing Patriarch.

One hour, two hours...a night passed. Han Feng's hair turned half white.

At this time, the old man came in with a broom, he threw the broom to Han Feng,

"Go, sweep the floor for me."

Han Feng took the broom and got up slowly. At this moment, his legs were numb. He walked out of the main room. The warm sunlight fell on Han Feng's face. His face was very pale and there was no blood.

Looking at the dead leaves all over the ground, Han Feng waved his broom and swept it up.

"A broom can sweep away the dust on the ground, but if you can't sweep away the dust in your heart, and your heart is messed up, then sweep it away well."

The old man's voice fell slowly, and the broom in Han Feng's hand suddenly stopped. At this time, the old man shook his head and said,

"Keep sweeping until you are exhausted, until you are completely calm..."

Han Feng continued to sweep again, the old man pushed open the door and left the yard.

......

In a water pool, the old man was holding a compass and carrying a money sword. Suddenly, he shouted into the water,

"Get out!"

But there was no sound in the water, the old man gave a cold drink,

"Are you willing to come out only if the old man takes action?"

"Dao... Dao Master..."

A head came out of the water, it was a ghost, but this ghost was not scary, but had a timid expression on his face, he was originally a scholar, only because he failed many times in exams, he turned into a ghost.

"Pin Dao asks you to do something for me, and if it succeeds, it will take you back to life."

The old man opened his mouth and said, the scholar kid said cautiously,

"Daoist...what...what's the matter."

"Scary."

The old man spoke softly.

"No...it's not right, the sage said, a gentleman can't..." The scholar quickly shied away.

"Okay, I'm not asking you to scare good people."

The old man said, and told the scholar about Han Feng's girlfriend, the scholar was furious,

"Unreasonable! Unreasonable! The rules of a saint are actually trampled by such a slut! It's a shame that I am not an official here, otherwise she will be punished for a serious crime, and the world will be clear!"

The scholar cursed angrily, but soon... he was counseled again,

"That... Daoist, I still can't scare people."

"are you going!"

The old man said lightly, the money sword was already suspended in front of him.

"Go...go."

The scholar kid was frightened and nodded hastily._