I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 92 The Night Visit of Ghosts and Gods
"It's really hard work!"

Looking at the back of his mother who closed the door and left, Feng Bingwen couldn't help sighing, and settled a certain thought in his heart,

And he touched the big Buddha pendant hanging on his neck, and his mind moved, a golden, shining, clear and transparent bodhi seed appeared in his hand, its size was similar to the big Buddha pendant on his neck.

"It's just right."

This is the Buddha's light extracted from the dragon ball in his body by his master. It contains the Buddhist enlightenment of a powerful Buddhist. The murderous intentions in it have been completely wiped out.

Feng Bingwen held the bodhi seed and patted it lightly. This seemingly hard bodhi seed was integrated into the ordinary big Buddha pendant without stagnation.

Immediately, there was an incomprehensible Buddhist chanting sound, and Feng Bingwen's mind fell silent for an instant and fell into a special state. It seemed that there were countless Buddhist supernatural powers in his mind, but just when he felt that he When he was about to realize something, the sound of Zen singing was suddenly interrupted, which made people feel extremely annoyed in an instant.

"Gan!"

This posture of wanting to welcome and refuse to return made Feng Bingwen utter an angry curse, and then he didn't bother to pay attention to the bodhizi of this Buddhist sect. He directly took out a piece of Pisces jade pendant, immersed himself in it, read the Taoist scroll, and immersed himself in the understanding of the truth of the great way middle.

The time of night passes thus, when the time passes, it announces the end of the year, and also announces the beginning of the new year, Vientiane is renewed.

At this time of transition between the old and the new, Feng Bingwen felt a little bit in his mind, but Feng Bingwen couldn't explain the reason for this change and could only watch from the sidelines.

Crackling!

Before Feng Bingwen could think about it, a noise that annoyed the sleeping people suddenly sounded in the silent night. It was the sound of firecrackers exploding.

However, no one in the village shouted and scolded, because the sound of firecrackers was like a signal, but the Fengjia Village of a dozen households became lively in an instant
Every household lit firecrackers on the occasion of the New Year, even at the gate of Feng Bingwen's house. There was the fire and sound of firecrackers exploding, and Feng Bingwen, who was lying on the bed, could smell the smell of gunpowder smoke coming in from the doors and windows.

As the saying goes:
In the sound of firecrackers, one year old is removed, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tu Su

A few hours later, the sky was dark, and before the sun rose, Feng Bingwen was woken up from the bed by his parents again. It was impossible to stay in bed on the first day of the new year.

After tidying up, eating breakfast, and going to the ancestral temple to repay the New Year's blessings, Feng Bingwen followed his father from house to house to pay New Year's greetings, talking and laughing, needless to say.

Spring Festival, as the most solemn festival of the year, it is inevitable for relatives and friends to welcome and send off. Feng Bingwen has no interest in this. He can't play with children of the same age, and his thoughts are more complicated. Naturally, they will be gone. joy.

Even, in Feng Bingwen's eyes, playing with those children is not as interesting as reading the obscure passages of Daozang.Even though he didn't understand it even after reading it several times, after he pondered it word by word and realized a little, his whole mind was involuntarily silent in joy, and he felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

At this moment, Feng Bingwen felt a sense of loneliness.Because of his achievements, his perception, no one can tell, and no one can argue with him.

Fellow!

At this moment, Feng Bingwen suddenly understood why practitioners value fellow Taoists so much, even more than their partners.How rare is it to have a friend who can talk about what's in your heart anytime, anywhere, and then discuss and go further?
At this time, Feng Bingwen can only endure this loneliness, which is the price that must be borne in practice.Even if he enters the mountain gate, he may not find many friends of the same way, because what he studies is Dao Zang, which is the foundation of enlightenment given to him by the son of the immortal.

And time passed quietly under Feng Bingwen's gaze.Although the Spring Festival has fifteen days, and it doesn’t end until the half of the first lunar month, people who stay at home will start to go back to work after half of the year, and on the sixth day of the first lunar month.

Although Feng Bingwen's parents were busy with their affairs, it was impossible for them to use the interface of going back to the city to do business, because the academy started after the first month and a half, so there was no need for them to rush back.

But even so, this pair of wealthy couples.Still found an excuse on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, left home, and embarked on the road to Fucheng.

The excuse is very simple, before the end of the new year, I went to Fucheng to pay a visit to the teacher, and asked the teacher to give advice on homework, so as to prepare for the imperial examination in the coming year.

Some of these calculations are naturally not humane.As soon as Feng Bingwen's parents left home, most of the festive atmosphere in the family disappeared, and the old house seemed a little deserted.

Fortunately, even on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, there is an endless stream of people going to their homes to pay New Year's greetings, because in the past six months, there have been quite a few people who have been "helped" by Feng Bingwen. I will visit you in this special season and give you a small gift.

Now that people have given gifts, they have to return the gifts. This is the so-called welcoming and sending. This way, human feelings will naturally exist, and people will become acquainted with each other.

And Feng Bingwen really didn't like it very much, and he should be said to be a philistine, because he felt that this kind of connection was useless, except for wasting time.

With this time, he might as well recite the Taoism, find out how he fell into a dream that night, transform a dragon and kill a fierce beast, and find out the reason.

This matter has troubled Feng Bingwen for quite some time, until now he has not figured out the reason, but only knows that he has subconsciously done something that he cannot reproduce in a waking state.

But Feng Bingwen felt that since he was able to do it at an unintentional time, it meant that he had all the conditions to repeat this kind of thing a second time. The reason why he couldn't do it now was just that he didn't figure out the key to it.

And with this kind of excitement and anticipation, the new year has quietly come to an end.

The thirteenth day of the first lunar month, night, weather, cloudy
Glancing at the good and bad deeds that basically did not increase, Feng Bingwen fell into a dreamland with a very special breathing rhythm. For him, sleeping is also a unique practice, and it is also helpful for research and The method of transforming a dragon in a dream that I haven't figured out.

And that night, when Feng Bingwen fell asleep quietly, there was a faint and inaudible sandalwood fragrance coming from the county town. After entering Fengjia Village, he pointed to the room where Feng Bingwen was sleeping soundly.

Feng Bingwen, who was still asleep, couldn't help frowning. In his belly, there was a silver light rising like a galaxy, and there was a faint sound of dragon roaring.

Then, he sat up suddenly, opened a pair of bright silver dragon pupils, and looked towards the window.A mighty and extraordinary golden-armored god will stand here, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)