Chapter 139： Meng Xuetang Children

It is naturally impossible for the monks of Meng Xuetang to let her sit for two hours. The monk who received Mo Tiange accused the principal. Meng Xuetang's principal, a monk at the beginning of the foundation, learned that Jinghe was the ancestor, and came to pay special attention, and then handed over all the things that Meng Xuetang needed to do to Mo Tiange.

Looking at the content on Yujian, Mo Tiange found that the receiving monk said yes. These new disciples have special teachers to teach them, there is no need to arrange anything, and she is not convenient to do other chores.

After picking for a while, Mo Tiange looked up at the principal of Meng Xuetang: "So, how can I help teach my lessons?"

For new disciples to begin, they all have to start from the Tao Classics, and to learn the Tao Classics, they must start with word recognition. From the ancient times to the present day, many characters have been left, and different writings may be used in different periods of time. These disciples, who have just come into contact with Xiuxian, spend a lot of time each day learning to read characters.

Of course, the principal will not have an opinion. After agreeing, he will inform the disciples of the matter. Since then, Mo Tiange came here, as long as the disciples in charge of teaching taught schoolwork.

Seeing the various teaching methods of Meng Xuetang, Mo Tiange booed in his heart. She embarked on the road to the cultivation of immortals, knowing only one exercise method. In previous years, in Mojia Village, the knowledge was not even known to the old master, and she could only explore a little by herself. Later, the second uncle was found, and only the second uncle taught himself.

But on the way, my uncle and nephew can cover everything? The second uncle is not a master of teaching. She knows and learns, and most of them are encountered by herself. The second uncle remembers to teach her.

In this Xuanqing Gate, a course is clearly separated, and there are different monks teaching. If she could do that, she would not have gone this hard way.

But she was just groaning. To this day, she is already very lucky. There are two uncles teaching at the side, much better than those who are struggling to survive.

The monk led by the steward walked into the school, Mo Tiange saw that the futon in the house was filled with children aged six to seven to sixteen, who were repaired between the first and third floors of gas refining.

Seeing her come in, the eyes of these children were betting on her. She didn't hide her breath and the momentum of the monks, she was naturally very powerful in front of these young disciples.

The monk coughed, and the children stood up immediately. Saluting respectfully: "The disciples have met the teacher." Although the master monk is at the same level as them, he is responsible for teaching, so he is called the teacher.

The monk superintendent Mo Tiange stood in the middle and said, "Many disciples, this is our disciple of Qingquan Fengjing and the ancestor, Mo Shizu. Mo Shizu is talented, but now he has not arrived yet, it is the foundation Mid-term cultivation. Jing and ancestors specially ordered Mo Shizu to come to Mongolia. From today, Mo Shi will teach you with me. I hope you will seize the opportunity and use Mo Shi as an example to cultivate well. "

Mo Tiange saw that the eyes of these children were full of surprise and admiration. For them, the monk Yuan Ying was a fairy-like figure, and when he saw Mo Tiange's appearance but twenty, he was even more astonished by this kind of cultivation.

Under their gaze, Mo Tiange thought of seeing Ye Jingwen for the first time, and was amazed, thinking in his heart. If only I had such power. Unexpectedly, now she has become the object of admiration for these young disciples who have just entered Xiandao.

"Well, you can all sit down. We will continue to study the Nanhua Heart Sutra today. This set of minds is my basic mentality of Xuan Qingmen, and we should not take it lightly. If there is anything wrong, please ask Mo Shizu to correct it." Mo Tiange bowed and asked Mo Tiange to sit down with him on the futon above.

"Last time I said,‘ I have nothing else, I have nothing to do. Is that also Kinki, I do n’t know what it does ’, do you all know what it means?”

A boy about ten years old immediately raised his hand.

The supervisor Monk nodded with a smile. He was worried that these children would not dare to answer in front of Mo Shi. Someone stood out now and let him breathe a sigh of relief.

The child stood up and looked at Momo Tiange before answering: "No other person has no self, no other self has nothing to do. This sentence means that without another, there is no me, without me, and no other. For example, In other words, there is no difference if there is no good, and it does not matter if there is no difference. Two opposite things often need to be able to present themselves. "

"Well, that's fine." The steward asked again. "Then what do you mean by that, do you understand?"

"It's also close. It means that it is so close to the essence of things; I don't know what it does, but it means that I don't know if there is anything behind it."

"... Explained in this way, it makes sense." The steward nodded, looked at Mo Tiange, saw that she didn't mean to speak, and went on to say, "This sentence is neither good nor evil in the way of cultivation. If everything works, our Tao pursues the way of heaven and man, the so-called Tao is like the rule of heaven and earth, and there is a law in the meditation. Therefore, although we do not want to be good, we must not pretend to be arrogant. "

After listening to the explanation of the Master Monk, the child bowed his head for training: "Yes, the disciples will seriously enlighten."

"Okay, go on. Everything is nothing else, nothing is nothing. If you don't see it, know what you know ..."

This steward is an eight-layer practice of gas refining. It should be over forty years old. There is no problem in explaining this basic mentality. Mo Tiange did not intervene, but just listened in silence.

Can be seen. The boy who answered at the beginning was very good in Scripture, and he answered 78 of the questions asked by the monk. However, Mo Tiange also found that other people did not seem to be very friendly to him. When he answered questions, several people secretly made faces.

Mo Tiange frowned slightly. Could it be bullying in this school?

Two hours passed quickly, Mo Tiange found that this errand mixed up quickly. As long as you answer some questions that are difficult for the steward to answer, the gas refining period is very simple for her, and she doesn't need to think about it at all-I would also like to thank Luo Fengxue for a good way.

After mixing time in Mongolian Academy, Mo Tiange returned to Shangqing Palace. After a day of errands, I went to Jinghe Daojun to confess.

"Master."

Jinghe Daojun, who was peeling grapes with spiritual power, only raised her eyelids: "Oh, come back!"

Mo Tiange's belly is defamatory, this is a Yuan Ying monk, nothing to do to peel grapes all day! But she was still on the right side: "Yes, Master, I have done everything today."

"Done?" Jinghe Daojun stood up and sat up, and said to her with interest, "Speak and listen."

"Uh ..." Mo Tiange stiffened his head. "The Deacon's House arranged for me to go to Meng Xuetang, and the disciples went, mainly to answer the questions of the newly-disciplined disciples."

"Meng Xuetang?" Jinghe Daojun nodded sloppily, "Couple together. Is that girl Feng Xue arranged for you?"

"……Yes."

"I think so, except for that girl, who can think of letting you go to Meng Xuetang. This is the best. New disciples will leave Meng Xuetang sooner or later, when ..."

Ok? Mo Tiange raised his ears. Is there any other intention in this arrangement?

It's a pity that Jinghe Daojun didn't say more, and glared at her again: "What are you doing silly standing? Go to practice!"

"... Tiange swallowed the words in humiliation. Huh, she didn't have to think about this master too well, she just tossed her!

Since then, Mo Tiange repeated such days.

Collect the sky dew, take care of the spirit grass, organize the beast house, go to Mongolian Academy, practice.

Every day, she was familiar with all the affairs of the Shangqing Palace, because after a long stay in the Mongolian Academy, even the affairs of Qingquanfeng were generally familiar. In this way, she understands what Jinghe Daojun arranged these things for her to do.

She has been in Xuanqing Gate for seven years, but Zhuji disappeared for two years, and in the remaining three years, she practiced retreat all day and did not integrate into the martial arts at all. At present, she is taking care of the affairs of the Shangqing Palace every day, contacting the monks of the Mongolian Academy, gradually becoming familiar with Qingquanfeng, and slowly becoming a real disciple of Xuanqingmen.

Knowing this, her feelings about Jinghe Daojun are complicated. This master hardly instructed her, nor gave her treasures of elixir, but in this way she corrected her path to cultivation.

She is twenty-seven years old. There is a cultivation practice in the middle of the foundation period. What is missing is not the treasure of elixir, but the growth of the state of mind. Especially from the beginning to the middle of the foundation, she was pulled up hard and hard. She had not experienced any hardships and had not experienced enough mentality. If she was so unstable, she would easily breed a demon. The level of the demon is the most terrible level on the road to Jiedan and Yuanying.

Although not explicitly stated, this cheap Master actually has great expectations for her.

Under the tree of Meng Xuetang, a boy about ten years old was studying hard with Taoist scriptures.

"Thanks to the truth, there are truths in the mud pill. There are gods in the hundred pills of mud pill. The word Youtian, Tongtongtongming Zhengzheng ... "

His practice is only one level of refining gas, just the most common new disciple in Xuanqing Gate, still in the stage of studying Taoism. However, his hard work is obvious to all. In addition to the daily morning lessons, he is holding Taoism at other times. In just two years of entry, he has surpassed many ordinary disciples who are fifteen or sixteen years old.

As he approached the lesson at this time, he hurry up for the last time, intending to memorize this paragraph.

"There is no trouble in the truth, there are gods in the mud pill festival ..." When he got back from here, suddenly there was a pain in his back, and a plum rolled down. The boy turned his head and saw a few feet away, five or six boys of his age made faces at him.

One of the chubby children shouted, "Ye Zhenji, your pants are off!" Then, a few children laughed together.

The boy, Ye Zhenji, gave them a stern glance, then turned back and continued to suffer: "Do not worry about the truth ..."

Another plume came over and hit him firmly. Although he had Reiki, these children were not mortal. At this time, beating him with plums also used Reiki and it really hurt.

Ye Zhenji understood that the book could not be memorized anymore. When the book was closed, he turned his head and said, "What do you want to do?"

However, despite his fierce appearance, the others were not intimidated. The fat boy grimaced at his companion: "Look, he's scaring us!"

Immediately someone took the conversation and pointed at him and laughed at him: "Ye Zhenji, aren't you afraid that your pants will fall again?"

Hearing this sentence, Ye Zhenji's face became heavier. But he knew that he couldn't beat them. Many of them were the descendants of the teachers and uncles in the door. Some people taught him that he was higher than him, and he couldn't beat one.

Seeing that he was not talking, these children simply smashed another plum over: "Why not hide? Aren't you terrible? No matter what questions the teacher asks, you rush to answer, why, dare you now?"

"What are you doing with him? I'll talk to him first, and then I'll see that I'm so annoying these days!" A fiery child jumped out and yelled at him.

Several children were stunned and ran up in a hurry.

When Ye Zhenji saw this, he immediately turned his head and ran. He knew that he couldn't beat them and didn't want to be beaten by them. If he ran to the front and someone was there, they wouldn't dare.

But he didn't realize this idea. He didn't run too far, and he was hit by a plum. He took a moment and immediately grabbed the sleeve by one of them. A few children surrounded him with a mad rampage.

These children are also clever, knowing that they can't mess around, only use fists and auras, but this only makes him more painful.

Ye Zhenji was surrounded, hugged his head, and kept his teeth silent. It's just painful, it's good to go through it, he's used to it anyway ...

Mo Tiange frowned. She just came to Meng Xuetang early, and she saw such a scene.

She flicked her cuffs gently, and in a circle, the children who were kicking and kicking at a boy immediately felt a strong wind sweeping, and were suddenly knocked to the ground.

"Who, who ?!" one of the chubby children got up and screamed angrily, "Who dare hit me? I call my father ..."

"How about calling your dad?" Mo Tiange looked at him coldly and took the conversation.

The children only saw her at this moment, and suddenly gaped, "Mo ... Master Mo ..."

Mo Tiange knows that many of these children are the descendants of monks in the door, so he developed an indignant temperament, but he did not expect that, to such an extent, he knew that he would oppress his fellow students at a young age!

"What are you doing? You go to the training department to get the penalty."

"Master Mo ..." heard her saying, a few children cried, "we ... we are ..." Unfortunately, they didn't even speak for themselves.

Mo Tiange didn't plan to listen to them either. He took care of himself and helped the beaten child up, turning his head and saying: "Not yet!"

"Yes ..." The children went stunned. They are not stupid. Mo Shi is the disciple of Jing He's ancestors. Depending on who they are, they dare not say anything to Mo Shi. If Mo Mo gets angry again, the punishment will be heavier.

Mo Tiange turned her head to look at the child who was pulled up by her. She had some impression on this child, because every time he preached, he repeatedly answered questions, which was praised by the monk. Monk Supervisor once told her that this child is from a secular world, with no foundation and ordinary qualifications, so he didn't receive much attention, but he worked very hard and knew that hard work, such people will probably achieve something.

At this moment, the child raised his head and saluted her: "Thank you, Master Mo, for your help."

Mo Tiange smiled slightly and cast a small spell to heal several abrasions on his body: "What's going on, do they hit you often?"

Ye Zhenji looked at her carefully before he nodded slightly: "Um."

"Then why don't you say that?"

Ye Zhenji's expression faded, and he replied, "They ... they all have a backer, I don't have it, it's useless to say."

After hearing this, Mo Tiange didn't sigh. Even Xuanqingmen cannot avoid such problems. Disciples without roots will inevitably be bullied.

"Then you were beaten by them, don't you feel sad?"

The child bit his lip and nodded cautiously: "I'm not afraid. After I have successfully cultivated, they naturally dare not bully me."

This is quite ambitious. Mo Tiange nodded secretly, but smiled: "Wait for your cultivation success? You are only practicing the first layer of gas now, and your qualifications are average, so when will you wait?"

This made Ye Zhenji bow his head. He also knew that there was little hope, but if he didn't think so, what would he do?

Mo Tiange couldn't help thinking of himself, did he also think so? Although the qualifications of Xianxian are slim, they firmly believe that they will succeed, although sometimes they feel hopeless.

She became interested in the child and asked, "What's your name?"

"Leaf real machine, leaves of leaves, true and false, opportunity."

"Ye Zhenji, it turns out your last name is Ye." Mo Tiange said, "In this case, we would be half a family."

Ye Zhenji was surprised: "Master Mo, aren't you surnamed Mo?"

Mo Tiange laughed: "I have my mother's last name, my father's last name is Ye."

"Oh……"

Mo Tiange smiled again and said, "If they bully you next time, you will come and tell me."

"Ah?" Ye Zhenji looked up suddenly and looked at her in surprise. He was grateful for being rescued by Mo Shi, but he did n’t have much hope, but this time, those people were punished, and he would still bully him. Mo Shi is not him. However, Mo Shi said this now ...

"Master Mo, you mean ..."

Mo Tiange repeated patiently: "They will hit you in the future, you tell me, I will help you."

Get confirmation ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Ye Zhenji jumped up all at once: "Really? Mo Shizu, will you help me and not let them bully in the future?"

"Ok."

The child's face instantly rejoiced: "Master Mo, you are so good, no one has treated me so well since I left the house ... ever since they came here, a few of them have been bullying me. They secretly My belt was cut off, causing me to drop my pants in front of everyone ... "Speaking of this, he was a little embarrassed." Sorry, Master Mo, I shouldn't say this in front of you. "

"It's okay." Mo Tiange didn't mind listening to a little child complaining. "You have nothing to say, just say it."

No one had ever complained to anyone. The child opened the box at once. "When I was at home, my father always said how good and good Xiuxian was, and that our family was originally the Xiuxian family, but it was only a failure that they moved to the world. Since I was a child, I have longed for Xiuxian. Later, when the uncle who passed by discovered that I had a spiritual root, I followed Xuanqingmen, but now I think these people who are Xiuxian are very annoying ... "

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