"Brother Tao, are you from Zhongnan Mountain?"
After Han Xiangzi finished speaking, the Taoist's expression changed slightly.
Although Zhongnan Mountain is not among the thirty-six caves and seventy-two blessed places in the world, it is a real place for immortals.
Throughout the ages, I don’t know how many immortals and nobles have practiced in this mountain?
It is far more famous than Qingyun Mountain.
"Not bad."
Han Xiangzi nodded slightly.
"Brother Taoist, please wait for a moment, the path will be opened to the temple master."
After the Taoist learned about Han Xiangzi's background, he was immediately polite.
But my heart felt a little fluttery.
Who would have thought that the master of his temple would also have contacts with the Taoist cultivators of Zhongnan Mountain.
He hurriedly ran to the top of the back mountain, the most peaceful courtyard of Qingyun Temple.
As soon as he was admitted to the hospital, he respectfully said:
"To inform the temple master, there is a Taoist priest at the foot of the mountain who calls himself Han Xiangzi and comes from Zhongnan Mountain to visit you."
In that courtyard, an old Taoist was sitting on a futon.
He has a crane and a turtle's back, skin like a baby, and an elegant expression. He wears a wooden hairpin in his bun, his eyes seem to be open and closed, and he has a long beard, which is three feet long. He looks a little aloof.
This person is none other than Taoist Master Bai Xu, the master of Qingyun Temple.
"It's Fellow Daoist Han here!"
"Please!"
"Forget it, you're too slow, I'd better go in person!"
Hearing this, Taoist Master Baibeard lost his temper and let out a joyful expression.
But after taking one look at the Taoist, he felt a little disgusted and stood up directly.
Ignore the man and go straight down the mountain.
He was extremely fast, and within a few breaths, he was in front of Han Xiangzi.
After taking a moment to look at the Taoist priest with sparse features and a pure air in front of him, he said:
"Fellow Taoist Han, I haven't seen you for a few years. You are well."
Three years ago, when the white-bearded Taoist priest traveled around the world, he visited Zhongnan Mountain.
I met an immortal and got some advice from him.
The white-bearded Taoist priest doesn’t know this immortal’s name, but he remembers his appearance.
With a big belly, a bun, clothes with oak leaves, and holding a banana fan, he looks like a loose man.
At that time, Naxianzhen had just taken over Han Xiangzi for less than a year.
While receiving his guidance, Taoist Master Bai Xu and Han Xiangzi also became acquainted.
"The Heavenly Lord who can save people immeasurably, the poor Taoist Han Xiangzi met Brother Zeng Dao."
Han Xiangzi was a little surprised when he saw Taoist Master Bai Xu coming to pick him up in person, but he still greeted him.
"Fellow Taoist Han, there is no need to be formal. You are a guest. Please come in and take a seat."
"Thank you, Brother Zengdao."
Taoist priest Shirazu is very enthusiastic.
He took Han Xiangzi and walked towards the courtyard where he practiced.
I happened to meet the Taoist just now and ordered him to quickly make a cup of Baihua Fairy Tea and serve it to Han Xiangzi.
This Baihua Fairy Tea is a few flower seeds that Master Qingyun visited Huashan in the past, begged for from Baihua Fairy, and planted them in Qingyun Mountain.
This scented tea only grows after six months, and every time it grows, it will produce an extra petal.
Therefore, it is very rare.
Taoist priest Shirazu is usually reluctant to drink it. Usually he only takes some with him as a gift when he visits Xianzhen.
Seeing this posture, the Taoist didn't know that the visitor was a very important guest, so he immediately agreed to do it.
The courtyard where Taoist Master Bai Xu practices is called Zhuoyuan.
When Han Xiangzi came here, he looked up and saw the name of the hospital. He was interested and asked:
"Brother Zeng Dao, is there anything particular about getting the name of this hospital?"
As soon as these words came out, Taoist Master Bai Xu was stunned for a moment.
I didn’t expect that fellow Daoist Han would pay attention to this matter.
He stroked his beard and looked deeply at the name of the hospital, and said slowly.
"At that time, the old Taoist entered Qingyun late and raised the Yuan Dynasty late. His practice was the worst among his fellow sects. In the end, he was rated as "clumsy" by his master during the examination."
"It's strange to say that since then, the Taoist has become enlightened. He can teach Dharma at the age of thirty, and can subdue dragons at the age of a hundred. It has been more than two hundred and eleven years now, and he has survived the quenching of the essence fire a few days ago.
Refining, a human flower gathers together."
Han Xiangzi listened with great interest:
"It seems that Brother Zeng's master has the ability to predict the unknown, and he understands that Brother Zeng has the ambition to travel a thousand miles."
A person in the Taoist sect has never stepped into a real person.
We must first accumulate essence and nourish our essence, and strengthen our original mind.
Only when the mind is calm and there are no distracting thoughts can one control the mental ape.
Once the accumulation of essence and nourishment is over, it is the movement of Qi.
Once you have reached this point in your practice, you can cast some subtle spells.
For example, water extraction, wall penetration and other techniques...
You can also burn documents and understand ghosts and gods.
The next level of moving Qi and spreading Dharma is to carry mountains and soar into the clouds.
You can accept the natural power of heaven and earth in your body and carry mountains.
It can also fly through the clouds and mist, and use the wind to spread rain.
After this state, the dragon subdues the tiger.
This subjugation of dragons and tigers is not a literal meaning, it refers to having the magical power to subjugate demons and eliminate demons.
After that, it’s the place where three flowers gather at the top.
The so-called three flowers are the human flower, the ground flower, and the small flower.
It represents the essence, energy and spirit of human beings!
Once this state is achieved, you are a true Taoist!
It can be called immortal!
At present, Taoist Master Baibeard can reach the realm of human beings and flowers, and his strength can be ranked among the top temple masters of Qingyun Temple in the past!
If you have enough luck, you can even reach the level of a real person!
"Having said that, my Taoist qualifications are still poor. With the guidance of that Immortal, it will only take three years to be able to unite people."
"You can't compare to fellow Taoist Han who has reached the level of Tengyun at such a young age."
The white-bearded Taoist priest waved his hand and said humbly.
While the two were laughing and chatting, they walked to the front of the hall and sat down.
"Master, Brother Han Dao, the Hundred Flowers Immortal Tea is here."
Not long after, the Taoist priest who had left earlier came back and walked into the hall with two cups of Baihua Fairy Tea that was full of steam and fragrant.
"Fellow Taoist Han, please try this Hundred Flowers Immortal Tea."
The white-bearded Taoist priest extended his hand and smiled.
Han Xiangzi has naturally heard of the name of Baihua Fairy Tea.
The white-bearded Taoist priest was so hospitable, but he didn't show any pretense. He just brought a cup and took a sip of the Hundred Flowers Fairy Tea.
As soon as he drank this tea, Han Xiangzi felt refreshed and refreshed, as if he were in a field of flowers. In his eyes, he could only feel the grass growing and the orioles flying, and the colors a thousand purples and reds.
Even the nine-color lotus in the soul is swaying, becoming more and more dazzling and gorgeous.
In a trance, a lotus seed is about to take shape.
Not to mention, Han Xiangzi's magic power has also increased slightly.
"Brother Zeng Dao, this fairy tea is really extraordinary."
After getting used to the wonders of this Hundred Flowers Fairy Tea, Han Xiangzi couldn't help but admire it.
Say it.
Han Xiangzi took a few more sips.
"Friend Daoist Han, although this tea is good, you should not drink too much of it."
Seeing this, Taoist priest Bai Xu hurriedly spoke to remind him.
Han Xiangzi was indifferent to this.
He finished the cup quickly, leaving the white-bearded Taoist priest stunned.
Little did I know.
Han Xiangzi completely allowed the power of the Hundred Flowers Fairy Tea to be absorbed by the nine-color lotus in his soul.
This good thing cannot be wasted!
Finally, under the nourishment of Baihua Fairy Tea, the lotus seed finally took shape.
"No wonder Taoist Master Han is so valued by Xian Zhen. Even if I am a Taoist brother, I will have to drink this cup of tea in seven days."
Seeing that Han Xiangzi's face remained unchanged after drinking the cup of Baihua Fairy Tea, the white-bearded Taoist priest clicked his tongue and praised the strange way.
In this regard, Han Xiangzi could only laugh and say nothing.
He also couldn't explain the Nine-Colored Lotus to Taoist Master Bai Xu.
"A few days ago, Korean Taoist friends asked the old Taoist to return home quickly. I wonder what happened?"
……
Chapter completed!