At You hour, the sun sets in the west and clouds fill the sky.

Laojun Temple is located on a low hillside with a height of three to four feet at the southern foot of Hengshan Mountain.

Not far from the mountain are farmland and villages.

Due to the war, every door in the village was closed, and not a single pedestrian was seen on the road.

"Uncle Fu, come back! Don't worry about my master!"

Zhang Muzhi carried a wooden suitcase and walked slowly up the stone steps to the Taoist temple.

Uncle Fu stood at the foot of the mountain and watched Zhang Muzhi, wearing a blue Taoist robe, walking away step by step with a slim figure. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand:

"Young master, be careful all the way!"

"No problem! Take care of my master for me!" Zhang Muzhi turned around and waved his hand, then opened the door and walked into the Taoist temple.

"Although magical powers are not obvious in the age of Dharma, the young master has been taught by his master since he was a child and has practiced his internal boxing skills. As long as he is not surrounded by insurgents, he will be fine!" Fu Bo thought this way and felt a little more at ease.

, sighed and drove away.

Uncle Fu is an old man who has served Zhang Daosheng for decades, and this time he will go overseas with him.

After this farewell, I am afraid that we will never have the chance to meet again in this life.

Laojun Temple faces south and covers an area of ​​about two to three acres. The walls of the courtyard are covered with dead vines and weeds grow in the cracks of the tiles. It looks very dilapidated.

Zhang Muzhi opened the door and saw a Lingguan Hall on the right. The door and windows were missing, spider webs were tangled in the room, and the incense table collapsed.

The color of Wang Lingguan's statue on the altar is peeling off, his right hand is missing, and the golden whip in his left hand has been broken.

After Zhang Muzhi bowed to the statue of Lingguan, he raised his head and looked at the scene.

"I heard that in the early years all the Taoist priests in the temple went down the mountain to fight against the Japanese pirates, so Laojun Temple was abandoned!"

Knee-high grass grows out of the cracks between the bricks, and the entire courtyard is withered and yellow, with only the roots touching the ground showing some green.

There is a well in the courtyard, and the stone well platform is covered with moss.

The wing rooms on the east and west sides have collapsed, but only the main hall is still intact.

Zhang Muzhi breathed a sigh of relief and walked through the grass in the courtyard towards the main hall.

Pushing open the palace door, dust fell like snow.

The main hall is also very dilapidated, and the ground is full of dust, hay and other debris.

Fortunately, the incense table has not yet decayed, and there is no candlestick or incense burner on the table, only an old lotus lamp.

The statue of Taishang Laojun has a mottled color, and its face is no longer distinguishable, just like the nameless Tao, mysterious and mysterious.

"Thank you, Daozu, for protecting me and saving my disciples from sleeping in the open!"

Zhang Muzhi came to the incense table, bowed his head to the statue, then put his suitcase on the ground and began to clean the hall.

First, he picked up the hay and dead branches scattered on the ground and piled them in the corner. Then he picked up a handful of grass and used it as a broom to sweep away the cobwebs in the palace.

Zhang Muzhi found some scattered papers in the corner. When he picked them up, he saw that the writing seemed to be fragments of the "Book of Changes", so he gathered them together and placed them on the incense table.

He also used hay to sweep away the dust from the incense table, and gently swept it out of the hall together with the loose soil on the ground.

There were two or three futons under the incense table. After brushing off the dust, they found that they were not decayed.

Zhang Muzhi was busy for half an hour, and then the palace seemed cleaner. At this time, the sky also dimmed.

"This is a good way to stay temporarily!"

Zhang Muzhi came to the incense table and picked up the lotus lamp, only to find that it was slightly heavy and turned out to be made of metal.

There is still half a lamp of lamp oil in the lamp, but the wick has rotted into ashes.

Zhang Muzhi thought for a while, then picked up a piece of paper from the side and took a look.

"There is fire and a cauldron on the wood, and the gentleman is in the right position to concentrate his life."

Zhang Muzhi's heart skipped a beat, and he picked up another broken page and looked at it.

"When it stops, it stops, when it moves, it moves, when movement and stillness don't lose its time, the path is bright."

Zhang Muzhi's heart was settled, and the hesitation of traveling far away alone disappeared.

"It seems that the master has gone overseas and I have stayed in the mainland to inherit the Taoist tradition. It is destiny!"

"Although the road ahead is still confusing, as long as you stick to yourself and follow the path of salary, you will surely see the light!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Muzhi carefully rolled the two broken pages into long strips, coiled them into wicks and put them into the lamp.

Then take out the fire stick from your sleeve and light the wick soaked in oil.

A dim yellow round light lit up, dispersing the darkness in the palace.

Zhang Muzhi opened the wooden box and checked his luggage.

Three or four Taoist robes and several frequently read classics such as "Tao Te Ching", "Qing Jing Jing" and "Xiang Er Zhu".

The "Secret Book of Zhengyi Talisman True Biography" is a handwritten book by a contemporary Celestial Master, which records many talismans that have not been lost, including secret spells, handprints and drawing methods.

"Tai Shang Zong Zhao Wan Ling Zhen Fu" records the names and taboos of the gods, the treasure edicts and the techniques of casting talismans to summon them.

"Secrets of the Five Thunders of the Right Mind" is rumored to be written by the Heavenly Master Xu Jing. It contains the magical secrets of summoning wind and thunder, subduing demons and demons, praying for sunshine and rain, and stopping floods and droughts. Only the Heavenly Masters of the past generations can study it.

It's just that many spells are not effective now, and this secret book can only be regarded as a certificate to inherit the position of Heavenly Master.

"Shangqing Three Cave Five Thunder Sutra Urn" is a Taoist urn owned by Zhang Muzhi. It contains Zhang Mu's birth name, his duties, the merits of his heavenly officials, and the troops and horses he led, etc.

Only after being enshrined can a Taoist cultivator be able to remove his or her death certificate and gain the title of Heavenly Cao. Only then can he slay demons and eradicate evil spirits, rescue living beings, and relieve those in distress.

This "Shangqing Three Cave and Five Thunder Sutras" is a second-grade official title, second only to the "Shangqing Big Cave Sutra" held by the real Celestial Masters of all dynasties, and is generally awarded to those who will inherit it from the next generation of Celestial Masters.

With the advent of the Age of Ending Dharma, the Heavenly Master's Mansion is no longer as rigorous as it was in ancient times.

A few years ago, when the Japanese pirates were in danger, Zhang Daosheng and his disciples left Longhu Mountain and wandered around. In order to entertain people from all walks of life, he also taught Taoist rituals to some dignitaries and celebrities. However, the Taoist rituals he taught were only of the third grade at most, and as for the second grade

, a first-grade professional title, never awarded externally.

The names and seals of these three divisions in the Taoist jar, namely the Translator, the Supervisor, and the Recommended Master, cannot be forged. This is also evidence that after the situation was settled, Zhang Muzhi returned to Longhu Mountain to inherit the Taoist tradition and expel false Taoism.

The Zhang family in Longhushan has been passed down for thousands of years and has seventy-two branches. The exact number of people cannot be estimated so far.

After Zhang Daosheng went overseas, his ancestral inheritance and wealth would inevitably be robbed by everyone.

Although Zhang Muzhi is a direct descendant of the Heavenly Master, he is still young after all. He can only avoid the disputes by hiding in Jinling.

Only after the world is at peace, and with the "Three Cave Five Thunder Sutra Ruins of the Shangqing Dynasty" and the ancestral Yang Zhiping Du Gong Seal, and with the help of the humane court, can it be possible to recover it.

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In addition to these books, there is also a red sandalwood box more than one foot square in the wooden box, which was given to Zhang Daosheng when he left.

Zhang Muzhi opened the box and burst into laughter.

"Many people have worked hard to plan, and even used nursery rhymes and proverbs, but it's just for these things!"

There are a few silver coins and a dozen small yellow croakers in the box.

Although yellow and white things are regarded as vulgar by practitioners, they are the foundation of success in troubled times.

Zhang Muzhi suddenly sighed when he thought of what his master said: "If you can't do something, you can still live your life in a down-to-earth manner."

In addition to gold and silver, there is also a revolver, more than ten bullets and a letter.

Zhang Muzhi picked up the letter and opened it. When he saw the first four words on the paper, "Mu Zhi my son...", he burst into tears.

After a long time, Zhang Muzhi calmed down, stood up and closed the palace door.

In the night, the sound of gunfire in the distance from Jinling came.

Zhang Muzhi sat on the futon and began to use the method of moving qi to move qi and blood.

The Zhengyi Dragon-Tiger Stake Technique is secretly taught by the Heavenly Master. After practice, it can strengthen Qi and blood and nourish the spirit. It is an excellent foundation-building method.

Zhang Muzhi has been practicing this skill since he was a child, and now he can barely guide Qi and blood to circulate for three to five days while sitting quietly.

If a man's twenty-eight essences are complete, if he can cultivate until the Qi and blood can circulate in the body at any time when his mind is moved, he will be considered to have succeeded in building the foundation.

Only after building the foundation can you practice the Qi training method, that is, refining the essence to transform Qi, refining Qi to transform into spirit, training the spirit to return to the void, and refining the void to combine with the Tao, thus transforming the mortal into an immortal and asking for immortality.

If you don't have enough energy and practice forcefully, not only will you not be able to live forever, but you will also harm your mind and body, and you will go astray.

Perhaps it is because of the blessing of the Patriarch. This time Zhang Muzhi sat in meditation and performed the exercises. The Qi and blood circulated in the body for seven weeks and did not stop. Instead, they became smoother and smoother, reaching up to the Purple Mansion, down to the internal organs, limbs, and bones.

The cycle goes on and on, endlessly.

"I think the opportunity has arrived, and the foundation building will be successful today!"

Zhang Muzhi suppressed the joyful thoughts rising in his heart, guided the flow of Qi and blood with his thoughts, and gradually deepened into a state of concentration.

Keeping the last trace of clarity in mind, it is like turning into a baby and returning to the mother's womb. The whole person is chaotic and confused, with no thoughts, things are the same, and the saints and mortals are gone.

At some point, the sound of gunfire coming from the direction of Jinling City gradually disappeared.

When it was nine o'clock, the sound of birds chirping gradually came from the window. The qi and blood in Zhang Muzhi's body circulated exactly thirty-six times every day. He opened his mouth and exhaled the last breath of turbid air, waking up from his trance.

Zhang Muzhi stood up and moved his hands and feet, feeling light and full of energy.
To be continued...