one person is right

Chapter 13 The words are perfect, in the heart of the ghost!
"What does this mean?"

Chen Cuo looked puzzled, looked at Zhou Youzi, saw his solemn expression, and his thoughts quickly turned.

He noticed that Zhou Youzi's attitude in his words was even a little respectful, and he knew that this matter was not simple, it was just the meaning of the words, but he didn't understand it.

"The method of the incense way? It sounds like a kind of practice that pursues the extraordinary, but in the past few days, apart from copying books and promoting it, I haven't been exposed to any practice at all, and I have no time to practice. Then Chen Fangqing himself has no foundation. After all, there is nothing extraordinary except Mengze, eh?"

As soon as he thought of this, he was calm on the surface, but his heart skipped a beat.

Wouldn't it be Mengze?
Zhou Youzi observed Chen Cuo's expression, and said at the moment: "Then put it another way, was the article you wrote in your own handwriting, or did you have to be guided by someone else?"

Actually copied!
Does Pu Songling know!

You don't know, because it will be more than a thousand years before he will be born.

Thinking so in his heart, Chen Cuo didn't dare to be careless, the matter was related to Mengze, which may be the foundation of his future settlement and must not be exposed, otherwise let's not say anything else.

However, Chen Cuo did not dare to be too absolute. In case there is really something weird, there is no room for it, but it will not be easy to turn around, so he hesitated for a moment and said: "Don't lie to the master, this article is really a dream. I already knew it by heart, thinking about when to write it out silently, and I happened to meet people watching it, so I wrote it in one breath, and then distributed it to people, what, is there something wrong?"

"What you got from your dreams?" Zhou Youzi narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Cuo.

"Exactly!"

Being watched by this half-hearted Taoist, Chen Cuo felt a chill all over his body. He instinctively wanted to cover the gourd in his arms, but he held it back abruptly. The business negotiation in his previous life made it clear to him that his subconscious little actions, in the current situation Down, very deadly, easy to be concerned by the other side.

Soon, Zhou Youzi withdrew his gaze, but his expression became somewhat surprised.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "Is there any other income in the dream of Junhou?"

"There are still some, but they are still vague." Since he had already made an excuse, Chen Cuo simply perfected the lie. "According to past experience, if there is a prototype of the article in the dream, it will gradually become clear after a few days of sleep. It's like the forgotten things in the past are turned into pieces and slowly remembered."

Although it is a temporary lie, but he has experienced the business sea and is well versed in the truth and falsehood. He uses the details of passing over and inheriting memory fragments into it, which is equivalent to describing the truth. Even if the other party asks for details, he can answer them one by one. .

But Zhou Youzi did not continue to ask. Hearing the words "slowly remember", he was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath, flicked his fingers lightly, and frowned, as if he had encountered some difficulty.

Chen Cuo sat for a while, seeing that the other party didn't mean to speak, glanced at the talisman paper on the door and window again, and finally asked boldly: "Daoist, what is the incense dao you mentioned just now? Why do you think I Are you practicing?"

Zhou Youzi seemed to return to his senses, stopped his finger movements, and said, "The way of incense is different from the cultivation method of monks like me, but it is also a way of seeking the way. , according to my master, the incense Taoism has only a few hundred years to rise. Compared with the Guangcheng Taoism like me, it is a later way. My Guangcheng Taoism adopts a hundred schools of thought, embraces all rivers, cultivates oneself, and removes the false and preserves the truth. It can be called The way of self-cultivation, and the way of incense is based on people's hearts and thoughts..."

Hearing this, Chen Cuo couldn't help but be surprised, thinking that if he remembered correctly, when Zhou Youzi introduced the division a few days ago, he said that his sect was mainly about cultivating the mind. Isn't this more similar to the way of incense?

Seeming to see through Chen Cuo's thoughts, Zhou Youzi said: "My technique of learning from part of the mind is mainly from the incense method of Buddhism, but its roots are still passed down from the pre-Qin period. The methods of other people’s thoughts are different, and the methods of incense and fire are all kinds of strange, and there are many unimaginable methods, which can be used for cultivation, such as…”

He pointed to the bookshelf and said, "Writing in writing!"

Chen Cuo was startled.

Can you practice writing a book?Is there such a good thing?

But he immediately realized that if writing a book can lead to cultivation, Zhou Youzi asked earlier, and the problem was probably in the "Painted Skin".

After thinking about this, Chen Cuo simply asked: "Dare to ask, how to practice writing and writing? Could it be my article, what else is mysterious?"

"My sect has combined some of the methods of incense. If Junhou asks others, he may not be able to answer you," Zhou Youzi sighed and said, "Speaking of which, it is still a miscalculation. Move people's hearts with the article, if you really get the Fa in your dream, there may be a reason, so the article was written, which alludes to the essence of the way of incense..."

Having said that, he gave Chen Cuo a deep look.

"Pin Dao once heard Master mention that if the article can be written according to the Dharma, then the words will have spirituality, spread out, shake people's hearts, and their thoughts will gradually gather to achieve Taoism!"

Chen Cuo immediately understood that there are still these things in Ganqing, and then he had a headache. If he even had some rules for his writing, and he did it unintentionally, it was really hard to explain.

Because I don't know why.

Could it be that "Liao Zhai" was written in this world, and there is such a mystery?

Because most of them are ghosts and ghosts?

What about other chapters?What about the other books in Mengze?Or, is it because of Mengze?
Too many questions to answer.

Then came another question--

"If I can practice, why don't I see the slightest benefit?"

He looked at himself left and right, still in the form of a teenager, and saw no entry.

Zhou Youzi asked, "You really don't understand?"

Chen Cuo nodded and said, "I really don't understand."

Zhou Youzi frowned.

"If I really understand, how can I easily expose it?" Chen Cuo cupped his hands and saluted, "If the Taoist master understands, I hope to make it clear." He was vaguely uneasy.

"This is the problem," Zhou Youzi sighed again, "Any cultivation technique is not accomplished in one step, it is often necessary to build a foundation first, then cultivate it, and accumulate enough to advance, and pay attention to one that can be freely retracted and released. Practice outside the body, using the guise of foreign objects, and you can't easily cut off your connection with yourself, but you must always control it."

Chen Cuo's face changed, and he had already guessed something.

Sure enough, Zhou Youzi went on to say: "If you really obtained the Dharma in a dream, or if you inadvertently conspired with the idea of ​​incense, and wrote an article to shake people's hearts, but there is no follow-up to gather people's thoughts and control your own Dharma door, it means that you can only spread it. The Dharma, but there is no convergence Dharma door, will eventually lead to this person’s thoughts, spontaneously gathering, but unable to operate, unable to use for their own use, the consequences are quite unpredictable.”

Chen Cuo became more and more uneasy, and subconsciously said: "Will it get out of control?"

"This word is very wonderful, it is the loss of control. Human thoughts are intangible and inexhaustible, and the thoughts continue to gather, and the words have a spirit, but no one controls them, and there is a danger of becoming refined. Once the words become refined, they seek their roots. Tracing the source often has to change towards the artistic conception of the article!" Zhou Youzi's face became more solemn, "Leave it alone, the wider and longer the article spreads, the more difficult it will be to control!"

Can the words of the article be refined?

"According to the Daoist's statement, moving towards the content of the article, doesn't that mean..." Chen Cuo was shocked at first, and then his hair exploded, feeling a shady shade behind him, as if something was sticking to him, "It can still breed that painted skin. The devil can't be done!?"

"That's right!" While speaking, Zhou Youzi suddenly looked directly at Chen Cuo, raised his voice, and said, "You might as well think about it, when you wrote the article, the evil ghost you sketched in your heart!"

Chen Cuo recalled subconsciously, a blue-purple ghost face faintly appeared in his heart, and he was suddenly shocked.

Right now!

Zhou Youzi suddenly shouted and raised his hand suddenly, his sleeves fluttered, and a piece of talisman paper shot out. Before Chen Cuo could react, the talisman paper reached his forehead!

"!"

When the incident happened suddenly, Zhou Youzi shot even more like electricity, slapped it with a palm, and the speed was so fast that an afterimage was born!

Chen Cuo didn't have a chance to respond, so a sticker was affixed to his forehead. After that, his body was heavy, and his hands and feet were difficult to move. When he wanted to speak, his tongue would not obey.

Only one pair of eyes can still move, staring at Zhou Youzi.

"Don't blame your lord, this raid is to be unexpected! The article was born because of you. If you condense a ghost in a shape, it will also be in the same mind with you, so you can't say hello in advance, and I hope you forgive me!" Zhou Youzi While speaking, he squeezed out the sword art with his right finger, and then recited a few words.

Chen Cuo couldn't move his whole body, how could he respond? He was so frightened and angry that he didn't know whether Zhou Youzi was telling the truth or not, so he could only watch with his eyes, and then he saw the person pointing the sword towards him!
"People are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, I have no way of channeling, and even my life is difficult to control!"

At this moment, a seed sprouted in Chen Cuo's heart.

But before he could think about it, the mutation suddenly occurred!
"Woooooooo..."

In the shrill cry, Chen Cuo was shaken all over, and then he fell into an ice cellar, his whole body was freezing to the bone, and the cold wind staggered on his head, and the chills on his neck stood up!

This is not a metaphor, it is real cold!

It was a hot day, but he fell into the cold winter as if he was naked, trembling all over, his skin turned blue and purple, his teeth collided up and down, and he shivered!

"This……"

Chen Cuo endured the cold, widened his eyes, and glanced over his head——

In mid-air, a dark vortex appeared out of thin air, accompanied by whispers in the ear, words were born from the void, floating in the sky, spinning, and converging into the dark vortex.

He took a closer look and recognized a few sentences, which were the sentences describing evil spirits in "Painted Skin"!
All around, the cold air spreads, and even the light is much dimmed.

Suddenly, blue-purple, dry, wrinkled-skin claws like an old man protruded from the pitch-black vortex!
(End of this chapter)