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Chapter 45: That Hawthorn, This Lake Lotus (Part 1)

Taoism has the saying that there are 36 cave heavens and seventy-two blessed lands. In the past, the old god of the Nine Dou Rice Sect, "The Map of the Palace Mansion" is the most deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Longhu Mountain was only listed as the 26th blessing land of Taoism at that time, and there was no cave land. It seemed much inferior to Wudang Mountain. However, since it became the ancestral temple of Taoism, the Zhao Tianshishi was in charge of the Tianshi Mansion, and the Taoist tradition has been inherited forty generations. Each Tianshi can be enthroned by the imperial court. In addition to being given the title of Tianshi, he also has to reach the first and second ranks, summoned people to pay homage to the emperor, and taught health preservation techniques to the emperor.

This generation of great master Zhao Danxia became the national master together with the great priest of Shangyin Academy. The previous generation of great masters was only in charge of Taoist affairs in various places in Jiangnan. This generation was in charge of Taoist affairs in the world, with the highest rank, and the power was as heavy as a king and prince. He was known as the minister of the feathered robber.

Xiaoyao Temple is a small temple on Longhu Mountain. It is a small population, let alone incense. It is probably because the Tianshi Mansion cannot stand it. I don’t expect that the Taoist temple on this mountain is short of rice and has no food for cooking. I can only provide some silver every month. Xiaoyao Temple does not belong to the Taoist temple of Longhu Mountain, but it was transferred to the name of Tianshi Mansion in the first two generations. At this point, there are no Buddhist temples on Longhu Mountain, and even the old and young temples like Xiaoyao Temple cannot support it. Taoists who are different from Zhengyi Sect have moved out of Longhu Mountain one after another, which is very different from Wudang Mountain, which is very different from the Rong Naidao Mountain.

At this moment, there was an old Taoist priest named Zhao, Zhao Xituan living in Xiaoyao Temple. If outsiders heard it for the first time, they would disagree and regard it as an old guy who had not succeeded in his ambitions. There were three Tianshi masters surnamed Zhao living in Tianshi Mansion of Longhu Mountain, but don’t think that the surname Zhao on the mountain would be great. Only the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain in Tianshi Mansion are the leader of this "Tao Capital". This generation of Longhu Masters is from the Dan generation, and they go down one by one, Jing, Ning, Ling, Jing and Guan.

In the temple, the old Taoist priest Zhao Xituan looked at the hawthorns that were beaten by the wind, sun, snow and rain in the yard. It was already shriveled, so how could he still have a mouth?

The withered boy squatted in the yard, looking a little embarrassed.

The old Taoist priest was by the side. Today was a cheerful and warm day. It was the best time for the hero to mention his bravery back then. He said happily: "Dragon Elephant, when he was young, he liked entertainment in mountains and rivers. He knew the general idea of ​​gossip when he was young. He read all books and was born. The ancestors on the mountain loved me so much that they loved me. But the teacher didn't care about the fictional reputation of the feather-clothed minister. He wandered around for more than 30 years before returning to the mountain. Hey, I did something about teaching the scriptures and teaching the seal script to cure diseases and prevent disasters at the foot of the mountain. I was almost invited by the old emperor to the palace to tell about Huang Laozhi. Although many people in the Tianshi Mansion have been to the capital and have been to Da Nei, it is because their surname is Zhao. Unlike the teacher, they do not rely on this surname to make a living, and their reputation can reach Tianting."

"Dragon Elephant, don't look at hawthorn, just say a few words to your master and chat with him. The master and apprentice can't say a few words every day, it's not true. Outsiders think that your master doesn't feel sorry for you."

"Disciple, why don't you teach your ancestors that only taught me the 'Da Meng Chunqiu' that my ancestors had only passed on me, this is the Taoist immortal art that my arrogant nephew has never understood. If you can keep this Xiaoyao Temple, it depends on this Dream Chunqiu. This mental method is better than the Dahuangting in Wudang. Now that you can sleep for three years, your ancestors are still powerful. It is said that it is not difficult to sleep in a single Jiazi. I wonder if my ancestors were transformed back then..."

When the old Taoist saw the boy's expressionless face, he felt a little bored to talk to himself. He yawned and drowsy. He saw that his left foot was bent on the ground, his right foot rested on his left leg, and his cheek was held with one hand, and he fell asleep softly. There was no chair and stool under his butt, but his figure was shaking around, but he couldn't fall down.

I saw the old Taoist priest who held his cheek with the name Xi of Longhushan, which was like a sword maker, and his left hand was like a hook. He pinched the Chongyang Ziwu Scripture, and the old man murmured: "Sleep in spring and autumn, sleep in spring and autumn, and the stone roots are lying high forgot his year. The world of reincarnation is 5200. No lying on the felt, not covering the quilt, the heaven and earth are used as beds to cover the bright moon. Thunder and lightning are thunder and lightning are destroyed, and Mount Tai is destroyed, and the sea falls in the sky, and the dragon shouts that ghosts and gods are shocked. I was sleeping soundly at that time..."

Outside the courtyard, a young Taoist priest wearing a yellow noble Taoist robe stood closed, and silently chanted: "With eyes facing the nose, nose facing the door of life, mind and eyes watching. Breathing continuously, silently, and extremely quiet. True Qi floats on the alchemy pool, and the divine water circles in the five internal organs. Call the Jia Ding, summoning Bai Ling, my spirit comes out of the Nine Palaces, wandering around Qingbi. I see the vast sea in my dreams, and bringing yin and yang in the smoke. I don't know that five hundred years have passed before the Spring and Autumn Period..."

When Xu Longxiang saw that the old Taoist priests around him were dozing off, they refused to leave, so they got up and left the yard. Xiaoyao Temple was not at the height of the mountain, but only at the foot of the mountain. It was really different from the high Tianshi Mansion. However, when you go out here, you can see Qinglong River, which is like a jade belt wrapped around the mountains. Xu Longxiang walked to the bank and stared at the two bamboo rafts tied to the shore. The boy was afraid of water, so he naturally did not dare to climb the bamboo raft and go down the river.

The young man in yellow Taoist robe stood proudly by the stream and sneered: "The fool named Xu, thanks to Master Xitian teaches you to sleep in spring and autumn. Do you understand? If you don't understand, go back to Beiliang as soon as possible. Longhu Mountain is not a place where stupid people like you can stay."

Xu Longxiang ignored the deaf ears and just stared at the stream in a daze.

Although the young Taoist priest with a magical face made a sarcastic voice, he was a little far away from Huang Man'er. Last time he came to Xiaoyao Temple to visit his ancestors, he accidentally stepped on the hawthorn, and was almost chased from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain by this fool. He was extremely embarrassed. This made many Taoist aunts, sisters and aunts on the mountain laughed at for a long time, and was extremely humiliated.

But he saw that the fool was afraid of water.

Seeing Xu Longxiang finally turned around, the young Taoist priest floated towards the bamboo raft. He slid his toes and slowly slid to the other side of the stream. It seemed that the young Taoist priest had a trick, and the bamboo raft was still in the middle of the stream.

Five or six literati and scholars who came to Longhu Mountain to explore the remote immortals were all uproaring when they saw this mysterious scene.

The Taoist priest laughed and said, "Huang Man'er, if you have the ability, you will come. I heard that you have two sisters, one is unrestrained and the other is seeking fame."

Xu Longxiang was indifferent.

The Taoist continued to mock him: "You have an older brother? It is said that the princess died because of this ingenious prince?"

Xu Longxiang suddenly raised her head.

The Taoist chuckled and said, "Come on, I'll wait for you."

The squatting Xu Longxiang did not stand up completely. She bent down like a leopard and rushed out. She instantly rushed to the bank of the stream, but instead of jumping into the stream, she stepped on the front of the bamboo raft with one foot, and immediately pried out the wide and strong bamboo raft out of the water and stood up straight!

I saw him with one hand like a knife, breaking the thick rope that maintained the bamboo raft. With both hands, he tore the bamboo raft apart.

He quickly picked up a piece of wreckage of bamboo rafts and threw it out by Xu Longxiang.

Just the sound pierces the eardrums, like a tiger roaring.

That's how powerful it is, it can be seen.

The rain of arrows fell.

The yellow-clothed Taoist priest looked panicked. No matter how he moved, he could not escape the bamboo arrows. He tried his best to knock some bamboos off. The arrows exploded as soon as they entered the stream.

I saw the Taoist priests sputtering like a fountain.

When the last bamboo came to the face, the young Taoist priest almost accepted his fate.

The middle-aged Taoist priest, who was also in yellow, appeared out of nowhere and floated to the bamboo raft. He put his left hand on his waist and stuck to the bamboo with his right hand. The surface was calm, but the bamboo raft quickly retreated. When the movement stopped, the middle-aged Taoist priest had already shot the bamboo back towards Xu Longxiang, the world's number one in the power of the world.
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