Returning to Tongyezhou Town Demon Tower, Chen Pingan opened his eyes, stood up, and saw the tall old gentleman again. Chen Pingan bowed silently.
The first time was when he was taken to the top of Suishan Mountain by his husband, and the second time was when Chen Pingan, as the last hidden official, replaced all the sword cultivators of the Jianqi Great Wall to participate in the riverside meeting.
Previously in his hometown town, Chen Ping'an only saw Taoist ancestors, but failed to see the sage master and Buddha.
Over at Suishan, Chen Pingan met the Holy Master for the first time. Afterwards, the teacher asked what he thought. There was nothing to hide from the teacher, so Chen Pingan told the truth. If he met the sage by chance in the market,
All the sage teachers in Rushan would doubt whether the old gentleman had... been around in the world when he was young.
The old scholar was very happy for a long time and said that the evaluation was good and excellent.
When Chen Ping'an saw his husband's eyes and face, he knew something was wrong. He was worried that his husband would be back at the Confucian Temple, or that he would get drunk with Jingsheng Xiping, so he would spread everything to the outside world. He asked his husband to promise not to tell anyone about this.
The old scholar agreed verbally, but in fact, not to mention Xi Ping, a Jingsheng from Gong De Lin, but also the three leaders of the Confucian Temple, including Master Fu, Mr. Li, etc., all knew about this.
Comment. Outsiders? Nowadays, there are no outsiders in the Confucian Temple. Especially Mr. Li, who was considered to be a strong man in the Confucian Temple to help. He also asked the old scholar, your closed disciple, did you talk to the Holy Master face to face?
The old scholar said he didn't dare, and Mr. Li was very sorry. In the end, the young official was not courageous enough. The old scholar immediately became anxious. Is that called courageous? That is called lack of heart... Chapter
The next day, Mr. Li found that the hydrogeographic affairs he was responsible for had doubled.
The Holy Master smiled and nodded in greeting.
Living in the world? This is a good idea. Isn't it much better than the "lost dog" in Qing Ming Tian Xia?
Chen Pingan was next to the Holy Master again. The middle-aged Taoist priest holding a sword on his back clasped his fists and said: "This junior has met Lu Zu."
"Lv Yan has met Yin Guan."
Taoist Chunyang did not rely on his elders to show off his skills, nor did he act like an elder just because Chen Pingan called himself a "junior". Instead, he called the Taoist sect's chief inspector and used the honorific title of Yin Guan. In return, Lu Yan smiled and said: "Huang Liang"
Master Chen Shanzhu did it very safely when it came to sending opportunities."
The Holy Master exclaimed, "This is a very big title, Lu Zu, it's incredible."
Taoist Chunyang laughed it off.
The Holy Master said: "Fellow Taoist Chunyang, is it just an understatement of 'safe'? What's going on? That's not what you said just now in the corridor on the top floor. If I remember correctly, Taoist friend said it sincerely."
"The Tao cannot be monopolized, it is in harmony with my Dharma"? A good word that comes from the heart and the mouth will not be worthless when spoken, right? Is there such a truth? "
Chunyang Taoist felt helpless.
The Holy Master, you have the final say.
Outside the Demon-Suppressing Tower, it was already dusk in the vast world. People at the foot of the mountain had already gone to the graves to pay homage to their ancestors and pasted Spring Festival couplets. After the sound of firecrackers and the New Year's Eve dinner, everyone began to watch the New Year's Eve.
But here the moon is still in the center of the sky, bright as day.
The Holy Master said: "Let's go and take you around this demon-suppressing tower. Except for the one in the Divine Continent of Middle Earth, the other eight majestic and majestic towers were all drawn by the Li Sheng himself."
Chen Ping'an discovered that almost every palace in the Demon-Suppressing Tower was unused. Books, calligraphy and paintings, various treasures, as well as armors, weapons and numerous magic weapons on the mountain were obviously the property accumulated over thousands of years. It must have been the swallow holding the mud.
Ant's diligent and thrifty approach to housekeeping has finally made outsiders visit the Demon-Suppressing Building, which looks like visiting a series of treasure houses, like a baggage house.
The Holy Master stopped outside the threshold of a palace, turned around and looked at the plaques and pillar-holding couplets in the lobby. There were also two rows of chairs, but they were all... dragon chairs.
Qing Tong looked embarrassed.
These dragon chairs from various fallen dynasties in the history of Tongyezhou, and those jade seals passed down to the people, are all unwanted items picked up by the old viewer, and finally gathered here one by one by him. On weekdays, he feels that
It was very majestic, but when the Holy Master and the young Yinguan stopped to look at it, Qing Tong wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl down.
The Most Holy Master asked: "Chen Ping'an, do you think this Demon Suppressing Building should be turned into a place similar to the Confucian Temple's Little Merit Forest to imprison slaves in accordance with the suggestion of Zhao Yaoguang, the Little Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain?
The barbaric demon tribes who came from all over the continent to search the mountains should be killed when they should be killed, and they should be imprisoned when they should be imprisoned. It is better to follow the suggestion of Yuan Yu, the mountain chief of Hengqu Academy, and directly let fellow Daoist Qing Tong use the Demon Suppressing Tower as the top of the mountain to open a sect here.
Establishing a sect can not only stabilize the destiny of a continent, but also appease the minds of the local monster monks in the world. As for the relationship between the Demon Suppression Tower and this new sect's ancestor hall, it is somewhat similar to the Water Dragon Sect in Luzhou, Beiju."
Qing Tong immediately fell in love with Yuan Yu, a Confucian scholar who came from the Yasheng lineage.
Rumor has it that this Yuan Yu was recruited by Yasheng from Qingming Tianxia.
Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "As long as there is a Confucian academy mountain chief who is willing to step down from the position of mountain chief and come here to serve as the master in charge, he can have both."
The Most Holy Master did not comment, continued to move, and joked: "I have just worshiped a few mountain tops. Let me count them. Zhongtu Suishan, Jiuzhen Immortal Pavilion, and the mountain temple near the watershed of Baopingzhou.
Compared with the previous sleepwalking in Shuifu, is this enough? It seems to have started but ended. If it is a matter of studying, writing books and establishing opinions, this is a taboo. You seem to have a lot of merit left on your hands? According to your hometown
What’s the saying there, there’s always more to come every year? There’s more to come first?”
Chen Pingan smiled bitterly and was speechless.
Just as his conscience discovered, Chen Ping'an suddenly felt a little sorry for those hidden officials and sword cultivators in the Summer Palace.
Traveling far and wide in the long river of time, although it is like being in a dream, is not easy for an earthly immortal monk. Fortunately, he still has the body of a martial artist, so he is not so exhausted physically and mentally.
Tired, but when it comes to asking for help, no matter how thick-skinned you are, you have to be able to find a way. There are indeed many tigers and mountain gods in the world, but Chen Pingan knows not many, especially those who are willing to sincerely light a stick of incense.
But just like his own Lotus Root Blessed Land and the savage and broken secret realm of Jiuzhen Immortal Pavilion, which can ignite a stick of landscape incense, Chen Ping'an actually didn't mind visiting more often, and even prepared to continue taking it with him
Qing Tong planned to travel far away, for example, to visit Laokeng Blessed Land under Xuan's name, and to visit Liu Jubao, the God of Wealth in Aai Aizhou, to use up his own merits and all the favors on the mountain.
However, except for Suishan Tour, four of the five mountains in the Middle Earth did not nod, which made Chen Ping'an's spirit and heart really hit the bottom.
I can only advise myself that manpower will eventually be exhausted.
Otherwise, just talking about asking for help, Chen Pingan considers himself the best among the direct disciples of the Wen Sheng lineage, or the most familiar with it.
As for those senior brothers, they don't bother to do it, there is no need at all, there is no need at all.
Of course, sir, he is different, so why is it that he is a little partial to me, a close disciple?
The Most Holy Master suddenly said: "Don't hold grudges against that tiger named Tianjin in Guishan Mountain. He got an order from the Confucian Temple in advance, so you were shut out. Otherwise, he will be regarded as one of your Confucian Saints." No matter how close we are to him, we would not dare to betray a young hermit official at all. That would be very ignorant of the ways of the world."
Lu Yan smiled and said: "Friend Chen, keep accounts and keep accounts. I am a man who knows his grudges clearly. But you must not narrow your mind."
The Holy Master smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist Chunyang likes to say half of it. He actually thought that you were the last hidden official of the Jianqi Great Wall at the Tao Pavilion in the wild, and at the gate of Guishan Mountain in Dayue. You are still a close disciple of the Literary Sage lineage, and you, Chen Pingan, are really easy to talk to."
The middle-aged Taoist priest with a sword on his back and a gourd and gourd hanging on his waist stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Isn't it?"
The last hidden official of the Jianqi Great Wall attended the meeting in the Confucian Temple. Who was invited? It was the Li Sheng.
You risked your life and rushed into the wilderness, and made a series of unparalleled achievements. The person leading the charge is you, Chen Ping'an.
There are etiquette at the bottom of the mountain, and there are rules at the top of the mountain.
In Lu Yan's view, you, Chen Ping'an, may not take credit for your arrogance, but this is not the reason why outsiders should not take the "hidden official" seriously.
Lu Yan narrowed his eyes and asked: "Yinguan, do you know that the Great Sword Qi Wall is now divided into two, half of the Sword Qi Great Wall is in the colorful world, and where is the remaining half?"
Chen Ping'an said: "It's up to me."
Lu Yan reminded: "If you want to be a Taoist cultivator and not be burdened by your status, there are only two ways to go. One is to learn from Master Lu and not take external things seriously at all, and walk in vain. Emptiness, one is the future state, Taoist mind, and actions are all higher than the previous identity."
The Most Holy Master smiled and said: "Okay, okay, Chen Ping'an has his own difficulties, Taoist friend Chunyang, please don't hold on to him."
Lu Yan was about to explain when the Holy Master waved his hand and said: "You know the true meaning and I know it. Chen Pingan also understands your original intention and good intentions, so there is no need to say anything more."
Chen Ping'an cupped his fists and smiled at Taoist Chunyang.
The Holy Master reminded: "Fellow Taoist Chunyang, Chen Ping'an is asking for help again."
Lu Yan nodded with a smile and said, "Pindao, I won't argue with Taoist fellow Taoist Taoist who got the chance."
Otherwise, Lu Yan would take back whatever Taoist Nen heard from Li Huai in the Loushan house of Huangliang Sect.
Chen Ping'an was curious and asked in his heart: "Has the senior already reached the Fourteenth Realm?"
Lu Yan shook his head and said: "Back then, I had already crossed the threshold with one foot. But when things came to a head, my Taoist heart aroused a little, so I stepped back."
For Taoist Chunyang, cultivating the Tao is not just about the realm. Therefore, as soon as Lu Yan stopped his steps, not only did his cultivation level not drop at all, but his realm became truly perfect.
The Holy Master suddenly asked: "Why bother asking Lu Chen some questions? Ask your own husband over at Gong De Lin. Aren't the answers more clear?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "I'm afraid that Mr. Mister will be worried."
In fact, it was not that there were no such considerations in the early days, but at the earliest time at the Confucian Temple Gongdelin, Mr. restored the divine status of the Confucian Temple, it was very lively at that time, so Chen Pingan held back.
Later, at the Renyun Yiyun Building in the alley of the capital, Mr. Chen was looking at the old book and the students on the side looked at his loneliness. Chen Pingan completely gave up the idea.
If he hadn't been thrown into the Mengliang Kingdom by the Holy Master and met Lu Chen by chance, Chen Ping'an would have had a lot of time to practice Taoism before he traveled around the Qingming world. The shortest time was a hundred years, the long time...it's hard to say.
Over a hundred years, or even a thousand years, we can slowly verify those conjectures.
Do not worry.
Arriving at a library, the Holy Master joked: "After ten thousand years of hard work by fellow Daoist Qing Tong, the Demon Suppressing Building has a lot of everything, all kinds of things, and a dazzling array of things, which makes people dazzled, but there are relatively few books."
To be continued...