The Lotus Mother took the thousand-year-old Hanzhi grass in her hand and looked at it carefully, then nodded and said: "The leaves are full and the medicinal power is abundant. Well, it is a top-grade immortal medicine. You are thoughtful."
"No, no, as long as my mother likes it." Hu Meng said repeatedly.
The Lotus Mother put away the thousand-year-old Hanzhi grass, then waved to Hu Meng and said, "Remember my words, go."
Although he wanted to stay a little longer, the Lotus Mother had already ordered him to leave, and Hu Meng couldn't stay any longer, so he bowed and left the Lotus Cave and returned to Dianxiang Mountain.
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The moon is at its zenith and the night is deep.
But the main room of a mud house in Luer Village was illuminated by the dim light of a candle. Mei Xianzhang spread his tattered clothes on the ground and sat cross-legged on them, supporting his chin with his hands and looking at Fang Jian quietly.
"What I just passed on to you is the 'Hongqing Yulu Zhenglei Sword Sutra'." Fang Jian looked at Mei Xianzhang and said.
Mei Xianzhang raised his right hand, pointed at his head, and asked, "Is that the book that got into my head?"
Fang Jian nodded and said, "That's right. As long as you silently recite the Hongqing Yulu Zhenglei Sword Sutra in your heart, it will appear."
Upon hearing this, Mei Xianzhang immediately recited a sentence in her heart. Then she saw a flash of mysterious light in front of her eyes, and a Taoist spell slowly appeared in her eyes.
Mei Xianzhang looked at the large characters "Hongqing Yulu Zhenglei Sword Scripture" on the book, thinking of turning the page to take a look, but as soon as this thought came up, the Taoist magic automatically opened to the first chapter.
Then Mei Xianzhang fainted. She quickly closed her eyes, but found that even with her eyes closed, she could still see the words on the book very clearly.
Mei Xianzhang asked anxiously, "Dad, how do we put it away?"
Fang Jian was a little surprised, but still said, "Just recite it silently in your heart and take it back."
Mei Xianzhang hurriedly chanted to himself to take it back, and the "Hongqing Yulü Zhenglei Sword Sutra" was immediately taken back into his soul.
Mei Xianzhang then took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Dad, I can't read! I get dizzy just looking at it!"
Fang Jian was surprised and asked, "Didn't you tell me that you could already write and recognize?"
Mei Xianzhang's face darkened and he said, "Dad, I'm talking about my own name. I can already write and recognize it."
"..." Fang Jian was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Okay, you can still practice even if you can't read. Starting tonight, I will spend an hour every night preaching to you."
Mei Xianzhang nodded seriously and said, "Okay."
So, under the dim candlelight, Fang Jian sat on a chair and Mei Xianzhang sat cross-legged on the ground, one with his head down and the other with his head up, one was preaching attentively and the other was listening seriously.
The moon shines brightly, the shadows of the trees sway, and even though the candlelight is dim and flickering, my heart of Taoism gradually becomes brighter and clearer.
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