¡¾An update today! The cold that was caught in the cold in Xiaxiang Town recurred The only manuscript I have saved probably has a lot of typos, but my body is too uncomfortable and I can't bear it I will revise it later]
Chen Qianchao said slowly: "Looking at your state, your ability to absorb the power of faith is much greater than when I was marching to fight. Alas, this can be regarded as the benefit of modern society. There is no war, no death, and no material things. The troubles in life are only the pursuit of spiritual food! You have chosen a good path!"
Chen Mo stretched out his hand to lift up a drooping tree root for the old man. He waited until the old man walked over calmly before replying: "You have a long-term vision. I thought about it for a long time and thought of two careers. One is to be an official." , one is to be a star. But being an official requires too much mental effort, and being a good and respected official can even make you grow old in middle age. Being a star is very simple, plus the fame I accumulated from writing novels in high school It's also very impressive. Well, by the way, I'm really not a star now, I'm just a very capable and cultural person. And many people praise me very much, as if I am the only eight out of ten talented people in the world. He¡¯s like an ore genius, haha.¡±
Chen Qianchao smiled and said: "Although I don't have any contempt for actors, being an actor is not a good profession after all. There is an old saying that 'a bitch is ruthless and an actor is unrighteous'. Although you don't have these bad habits, your reputation will not be good after all. You Seeing that you are able to attract so much faith when writing books, why not continue your career as a writer? You are both decent and able to attract a huge amount of faith, but you are much better than me, and even better than those people who pretend to be gods and ghosts every day. You get a lot. After all, there are a lot of people in those sects, and the power of faith is not much after the profit is divided."
Chen Mo smiled bitterly and said: "Grandpa, I am famous for writing novels mainly because of those brothers in Yanjing who cut off chicken heads and worshiped others. If it weren't for their help, although I would be famous, I would not have reached this level. Moreover, the novel is only read by a fixed group of people. There are many Chinese people, but there are many people who don't like words. There is a saying you probably know - "Music has no borders". If you become a star, music and film will be My biggest channel for collecting the power of faith, after all, there are always more people in the world than in China, don¡¯t you think so?¡±
Chen Qianchao thought about it and realized that it really made sense. He stroked his long beard and nodded: "That's it, then you can follow your own path! Since you can achieve such a fruit of cultivation at this age, it means that not only you have God is protecting you, and you have your own unique insights in your heart! Yes, haha, my grandfather is your solid backing, just go ahead and bravely go for it! If there are problems in the outside world that you can't solve, just take this grandfather's military medal Go to the central government to appeal! If not, I will do it myself. I would like to see if I, Chen Qianchao, have not been out for decades. No one knows me anymore"
Chen Mohanran - such a solid backing, unbreakable! But Chen Mo was even more upset: because his grandson who was a star was bullied, his grandfather who once faked his death and went into seclusion to become a general came back to life to vent his anger on his grandson
Gradually walking underground, under Chen Mo's unique spiritual consciousness, he could feel the boundless vitality increasing. When he walked into a hall under the nanmu, Chen Mo felt that his spiritual consciousness was a little dull, as if he was deep inside. It's just as difficult to swing an arm in the mud. But under the perception of Chen Mo's spiritual consciousness, the rich anger made him feel so comfortable that he "choked", and also had the urge to "sneeze" extremely loudly.
On the other hand, the old man had a face of comfort, as if his exhausted body was lying in a hot spring after walking thousands of miles. How could he feel any discomfort? Chen Mo muttered to himself: "Ignorance is bliss, that's why."
Immediately, Chen Mo thought of how disrespectful this was to the old man, and hurriedly changed his mind and asked casually: "Grandpa, this hall will not always be our Chen family's retreat, right? And such a strong anger does not seem to be ordinary nanmu. It¡¯s something you can have!¡±
When Chen Qianchao heard this, he said with some sigh: "What kind of tree can achieve such an achievement? This is the place where the ancestors of our Chen family used to practice their kung fu when they died I am actually also wondering why the ancestors didn't use their whole body when they were doing their kung fu. The inner energy and anger that help future generations break through will instead disperse into this space! However, this is a rule that our Chen family must strictly abide by. Although I don¡¯t know why, I will have to do the same in a hundred years!"
Chen Mo got the real reason based on his previous inference - there must be ancestors who have cultivated a certain degree of Taoism and understood the role of nanmu in attracting and preserving pure souls, so this rule was passed down from generation to generation.
Moreover, dispersing kung fu here at the end of the day will not only allow the nanmu to grow better, but also allow those who break through here to have sufficient stamina. Although the endless vitality here cannot be directly used for one's own use, it can slowly grow like The human body can still absorb oxygen. Moreover, these vitalities can make the nanmu more effective in absorbing and preserving pure souls, thereby preserving the essence of all things for future generations.A precious secret that practitioners covet!
Chen Mo bared his teeth secretly, which ancestor left these rules, so extraordinary. Facing the confused Chen Qianchao, Chen Mo was determined to tell his inference, but if he faced the old man to find out the root cause, how should he answer? However, with a flash of inspiration, Chen Mo thought of an excuse.
Therefore, Chen Mo deliberately made a suspicious expression and said: "Grandpa, I seem to be able to feel a lot of soul fluctuations passing through the nanmu. Do you feel it?"
Chen Qianchao was stunned and said with a smile: "How can it be possible? If so, wouldn't this nanmu become a spirit?"
Chen Mo closed his eyes again and reached out to touch it, as if there really was such a thing, and then affirmed: "Grandpa, I am really sure that it really does exist! And it is a pure soul with no distracting thoughts!"
When Chen Qianchao saw Chen Mo's serious and affirmative expression, he began to believe it. He couldn't help but asked in a trembling voice, "Seriously?"
Chen Mo nodded deeply and said: "Seriously!"
Chen Qianchao asked excitedly: "Wouldn't it be possible to absorb those souls?"
Chen Mo chuckled: "It should be possible, I haven't tried it yet!"
Chen Qianchao urged: "Hurry up and try, if you really can" Halfway through, Chen Qianchao was a little stunned, and then murmured with an inexplicable look: "Could these souls be left behind by the ancestors of my Chen family after they passed away? ?¡±
Chen Mo was also a little stunned. Yes, that should be the case. Otherwise, why would the ancestors stay and perform the ritual in this place? Is it to protect Nanmu? Maybe it is to absorb the soul of the person who is sitting. reasons, thereby accumulating this increasingly thick secret for future generations.
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