Emei is born in Heming Mountain; Thousand People Cave is in front of Chunyang Palace.

There are dozens and hundreds of Emei caves scattered throughout the mountains and fields. The stone walls of each cave are covered with countless scriptures, and they are made of white jade slips without words, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

Some people say that every hole is created by creation, others say that there is only one among dozens or hundreds, but there is no way to verify it, because there are also people who have searched all over without any results.

Taoist priest Zhao walked steadily through the mountains. The sisters of the Bi family were waiting on the roadside at the foot of the mountain. There were also other female disciples from Emei watching. In short, it was so quiet here that Zhao Zhengli mistakenly thought he was back in the mountains behind the quiet Qingcheng.

He found the first cave, with the word "Yixuan Cave" engraved on the door, and walked inside. The stone walls were covered with various scriptures and stone carvings, showing a sense of age, mottled and covered with green moss. He closed his eyes and thought carefully, except

I caught a wisp of spiritual energy, but didn't feel any reaction on the cave wall. I was disappointed and entered the second 'Erlong Cave', but there was still no response except for the spiritual energy. After that... Sanxiao Cave... Qibao Cave... arrived.

The last cliff cave!

Daozhang Zhao was panicked. He didn't expect that there was no chance at all in the dozens of caves. He soon felt relieved. There were countless creations in the world, could it be possible that they all fell into the trap? It was obviously impossible. He was already satisfied with the solution to the poison, so why bother?

Greedy for too much?

As expected, the last cliff cave yielded no results, so he relaxed his mind and slowly descended the mountain.

The sisters of the Bi family looked at him for a long time; thinking that they had understood some kind of supreme Taoism, they hurriedly asked: "Did the Taoist master gain a lot?"

Zhao Zhengli grinned with his white teeth and said: "The peace of mind is supreme, is this considered a gain?"

The two sisters were stunned for a moment, then they understood and comforted them with frustration: "It doesn't matter, the Taoist priest is extremely talented and doesn't need these complicated opportunities."

Daochang Zhao smiled and accepted the two's comfort.

At that time, the old Taoist nun Yun Chan, the leader of Emei, came over and said with a black staff: "The aura of spiritual beauty is also good. Although it has no effect on Taoism, it is particularly effective on the state of mind. Once the state of mind is stable, there is no need to worry about the Taoism.

Sharpness depends on how the Taoist priest understands it."

Zhao Zhengli listened and thought carefully, and found that there was a trace of gas mixed in the true energy. It was extremely pure and obvious, and could even trigger the circulation of true energy throughout the body, making it extremely soft and calm.

All things are created between heaven and earth. The spiritual and beautiful energy starts from the mountains, rivers and vegetation. When it gathers, it becomes the spiritual veins, and when it gathers, it becomes the dragon veins.

It is like a person's energy; the strength of an army; the destiny of a country.

Therefore, practitioners keep the dragon veins inhaling, while secular people occupy the royal city to receive luck.

On the fourteenth day of the eighth lunar month, Zhao Zhengli said goodbye to Mount Emei and made his way home.

He bought raw tea and sulfur on a large scale from various places he passed. When he stayed at the inn, he boiled tea oil and took tea oil and sulfur baths. Each time, he was able to refine the overflowing poison to pieces, and the remaining bits slowly disappeared from his body.

Adaptation, the body gradually produces micro-organisms over time

Miraculous antibodies, immune to small doses of poison, but compared with the poison sealed in the palm, this point is completely ignored. Zhao Zhengli is not in a hurry, at least there is a solution. Grinding an iron pestle into a needle does not take a day, so what the heck.

Whether it's one year or five years, there will always be a day when you can make a difference.

The return journey went smoothly, with a few conflicts between Jianghu and Jianghu being settled by the Bi family sisters. The only exception was the Tubo Jianghu people, and the guardian who had discarded the gong was nowhere to be seen. This made the restored Taoist priest somewhat disappointed.

There were also monks from the Sichuan area who blocked the road and asked questions. Most of them asked for advice out of friendship and warmly entertained a few people. Many chivalrous heroes stayed with them after the Mid-Autumn Festival before leaving. However, Taoist Master Zhao wanted to return to the mountain to celebrate the festival and declined to thank him all the way.

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After rushing for two consecutive days, I finally saw a small village in the mountains on the afternoon of the 15th. Zhao Zhengli did not go to the Chengdu government office during this trip. Instead, he bought cakes, snacks, fruits, etc. while passing by. He also spent money to buy them through his connections with powerful people.

He made a qin. This qin is called "Lei Gong". It was especially popular in Li Tang Dynasty. It was also the only hobby of the Liudao people who liked music. However, he specially asked the craftsmen to add two mysteries to this qin. The Qixuan Lei Gong qin must have surprised the Liudao people.

Bar.

Of course, he was not biased; Taoist Yuan and his senior brother had Sichuan embroidered robes, three Taoists had tea, and five Taoists liked elixirs and charms, so a jar of high-quality cinnabar had different gifts and different prices, but each item could be delivered accurately.

To the heart.

Although cultivators are indifferent to fame and wealth, everyone wants to be taken seriously, not to mention the little junior brother they have watched since childhood. Naturally, they cannot go back empty-handed for the first time. Even if they are dirt, he has to go back, let alone him.

There are rewards for killing bandits.

At this moment, the Taoist priest was particularly excited; through the setting sun, he looked towards Qingcheng, which was peaceful and friendly. He had so many memories here. He didn't feel much at the beginning of the trip. As he stayed out longer, he missed him more and more.

Mountain barbecue, soju, sauced pig's trotters, and health books from the cabin.

"Taoist Priest, why are your eyes red?"

"It's been a while since I've been back. The wind in the mountains is so strong!"

On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yafeng Village is more lively than ever. Red lanterns are scattered all over the village, and banquets are set up on the streets for people to drink and admire the moon tonight. The storytelling table is expanded by several meters, and pens, inks, paper and inkstones are gathered together for literati to write about the moon.

Fus, as well as all kinds of cakes and snacks were put on the street. People who were looking for immortals and monasticism came in an endless stream. The merchants filled the street and shouted. The storyteller was so vivid that his saliva was flying. The audience below was intoxicated. Soon the merchants saw the driver of the carriage.

People look familiar, and they quickly recognize and say hello.

The vendor said: "During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I would like to welcome the little immortal back from his travels. I heard that the little immortal fought against the great master of Nanzhao. Is this true or false?"

Zhao Zhengli held up his hands and said, "I am ashamed of myself for letting that old turtle demon run away!"

A passerby said: "Little Taoist Priest, I heard that you are going to become an official in the court?"

Zhao Zhengli hissed: "Low-key, low-key."

The barbecue boss said: "Taoist Master, you have done a good job for the people of Shu. I will not charge you for the barbecue and wine for enjoying the moon today. It's enough!"

Zhao Zhengli's eyebrows were beaming and he said happily: "It's easy to talk about!"

The passerby asked again: "Taoist Priest, why didn't the beauty who picked you up last time come back?"

Another person said: "Didn't you see that the Taoist priest brought her back with two new ones?"

Zhao Zhengli and the Bi sisters: "..."

Someone else commented: "Although the appearance is not as good as the first one, these two figures are more superior. There are two again. The Taoist master really knows how to live his life."

"Is the Taoist Master returning to secular life this time? Remember to hold a banquet first and then return to the capital to become an official. Come back often in the future!"

"..."

Zhao Zhengli has not yet landed, so why does he feel like he is about to be sent away again?

In the carriage, the Bi sisters had dared to stick out their heads and look around earlier. They were instantly blushed by the crowd's comments and hid in the carriage. They were like a young daughter-in-law getting into a sedan chair. They were well hidden, leaving Director Zhao to deal with it randomly.

Passing by a wine shop, Taoist priest Zhao took the Bi sisters to taste his favorite sauced pig's trotters, as well as the local delicacies of Yafeng Village. After eating, he went out alone again, and when he came back again, he saw that Taoist priest was not feeling comfortable walking.

The Bi sisters were suspicious, then smiled awkwardly, and they had been together for nearly two months. This was the first time the two sisters showed their dislike for him. At the dinner table, Biyu teased him bluntly: "Taoist priest, why are you so anxious? Your front foot has just touched the ground.

Are you so impatient to vent your anger? Take the time to take my two sisters to see which girl can make the Taoist master such a quick decision?"

Only then did the young Taoist master realize that he had been misunderstood by the two of them. He patted his thigh with his hand and made a snapping sound of books: "Do you want to take a look at the necessities for cultivation that we have prepared for our senior brother?"

Then he said in an intriguing tone: "It seems that you two have been deeply influenced by that little girl from the Yu family, and you actually think of yourself in such a dirty way. Besides, if you really want to find someone to fight with and vent your anger on, why bother looking far away?"

After saying that, I didn’t forget to take a closer look at the two sisters’ sharp peaks.

The two sisters straightened their slender waists without flinching, as if they were watching. This scene directly made the surrounding diners' blood surge, and they even more enthusiastically stuffed the food into their noses.

Daochang Zhao paid for his meal and left in despair. It is estimated that his image has plummeted again.

The innkeeper looked at the three people leaving and sighed: "Finally, there is a normal little immortal on the mountain!"

The fifteenth-year-old moon seems to be eager to reveal itself, and it has already appeared in the sky before evening.

Under the afterglow of the sun and the white moonlight, Qingcheng Mountain looks majestic and mysterious, with dense forests and secluded vegetation.

The Qingdu Hall at the top looks like a shrine in the afterglow.

A new inscription was erected next to the moss-covered mountain gate, which reads "Taoist Holy Palace, Qing Xiu Blessed Land!" It also includes the Xingtong reign number of Emperor Qingyuan and the sealing matter.

The Taoist priests guarding the mountain gate saw a carriage approaching slowly from a distance. They thought it was another pilgrim coming up the mountain from afar. When they got closer, they saw that it was the recent hero of Shu, the junior master of his group.

Uncle, master!

When he saw that there were two women in the carriage, his eyes were somewhat strange. Could it be true that as the rumors said, the young uncle was going to return to the secular world and go to the capital to marry a wife and take a concubine? However, these two female owners are really beautiful, but is it a bit strange to bring them back to the mountain gate now?

Too hasty?

Thinking about it, thinking about it, several Taoist priests guarding the mountain gate hurriedly stepped forward, bowed their hands and took the reins, calling the master's uncle and master's title.

The junior uncle waved his hand to several older apprentice nephews and asked them to arrange accommodation and accommodation for the Bi family sisters, and then asked them to distribute half a carriage of sugar mooncakes, various fruits, and pastries up and down the mountain gate.

Qingcheng Mountain is not a holy land that is aloof from the world. Traditional customs and folk ceremonies are still held. Moon viewing on August 15th is no exception. You are allowed to drink a small amount of wine, and you can also go down the mountain to watch the lanterns and go up the mountain to enjoy the moon. This must be done after late cultivation.

After all, festivals have to be celebrated, and spiritual practice cannot be slacked off either.

After Zhao Zhengli made arrangements, he rushed to the back mountain alone with the wine he thought was good wine, as well as the indispensable sauced pig's trotters.

After climbing the sixth peak of Yuan Daoren, he had already prepared tables and chairs, placed some pastries and nuts, and brewed a pot of camellia while waiting. When he saw the sneaky junior brother entering the room, the two of them tacitly understood each other.

Laugh.

Zhao Zhengli was surprised at first, because the silver-bearded and crane-haired senior brother in front of him seemed different from before, but he couldn't tell what was different.

Taoist Yuan stroked his beard that looked like a waterfall and laughed with satisfaction: "You have a conscience and come to see the old Tao as soon as possible! Tonight, the master brother seems to allow the old Tao to enjoy the moon and drink to his heart's content!"

Daochang Zhao was stunned at first, then suddenly understood, and said with an angry smile: "You two old naughty boys are betting on the trail?"

He said with great pride: "Senior brother, the leader, insisted that you should be the first to see him when you return to the mountain gate. The old man didn't believe it, so naturally he made a bet!"

Then he threw the teapot aside and asked Zhao Zhengli to bring out the wine and pig's trotters angrily, saying, 'Pig's feet match the bright moon, and wine is indispensable!'

Zhao Zhengli was speechless. He knew that when he returned to the mountain, he would definitely bring him pig's trotters, fine wine, and books on health care. He would bring them to him first no matter what. The outcome of this bet was not in any doubt.

The innocent little uncle pretended to be angry and threw the health book in front of him: "You are flattering, but you have offended the head senior brother! Who will protect me at the mountain gate in the future?"

The silver-bearded and crane-haired Yuan Taoist stroked his beard while chewing pig trotters: "Of course it's me, senior brother!"
To be continued...