The first seventy-ninth chapter is the most unstoppable in the world
Lin Qingxuan exchanged greetings with Master Yideng for a moment and explained the reason for inviting him to the Zixiao Palace Council.
At this time, Master Yideng already knew that during the Xi'an War last year, Emperor Xuan of the Qing Dynasty used immortal magic to convince Song and Mongolia to stop the war and make peace, which was a grand event that benefited the people.
I even knew more about Emperor Qingxuan’s good deeds in inviting Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi, Guo Jing and others to preach sermons in Huashan last year. I also knew why Lin Qingxuan invited Jilai, so he praised Emperor Qingxuan for his advanced cultivation within a few words.
, with no distractions and the world in mind, he is worthy of being the founder of Taoism.
Lin Qingxuan's thoughts turned around, but he did not detect any jealousy, expectation or other distracting thoughts in Yideng. Instead, he was filled with pure admiration and joy. Lin Qingxuan could not help but feel admiration in his heart, knowing that this master was an eminent monk who had attained enlightenment.
What I have said must be seen, in terms of his Buddhist cultivation, even the abbot of Shaolin, the abbot of Tianlong Temple, etc., I am afraid that many of them are not as good as him.
"Master, please don't praise me. The poor Taoist can't bear to see the two countries fighting fiercely and destroying all lives, so he showed his holiness to eliminate the war disaster."
Lin Qingxuan twisted his beard and said with a smile: "As for the teaching of Dharma in Huashan, it just happened to happen. At that time, the master was seriously injured and had not recovered yet, so he did not force me to do so. Please don't blame me.
Adhering to the skills of my predecessors, I worked together with Brother Zhou to develop magical skills, and finally created the foundation-building immortal skills. After practicing it, I will hopefully see the path to immortality and immortality. This is the secret method of cultivating the soul, and I will pass this method down.
It can be regarded as opening up a new path for our martial arts lineage and charting the way forward.
The master has an irreversible relationship with our Quanzhen Sect. He is an old friend of the Chongyang Patriarch, and has the favor of passing on the Kung Fu to all of our Quanzhen disciples. He can be regarded as half of our masters. If I master this Tai Su Transformation Kung Fu, I will be able to master it.
Not only can you build a foundation for immortality, but it can also extend your life for a period of time. If you don't mind it, Master, I will teach you the magic and magic of immortality.'
When Yideng came, he already knew that Emperor Qingxuan was going to teach him another immortal technique. He stood up, clasped his hands and bowed, and said with emotion: "Thank you very much, Emperor. If I can get the immortal technique taught by the emperor, I can also get a glimpse of the ultimate mysteries of heaven and earth.
This life is empty."
The four great disciples, fishermen, woodcutter, farmers and others thought to themselves: How can we watch and eavesdrop on such magical skills and secrets?
Just as he was about to retreat wisely, he saw Emperor Qingxuan smile slightly and said: "There is no need to retreat, just listen to the lecture together. The method of immortality is about immortal fate. Those who are destined do not ask for the law, and the law will come to them.
People who have no predestined relationship cannot understand the Dharma in person. How much you can remember it depends on your own path.'
Everyone was very grateful when they heard this, bowed deeply and then cheered up.
Lin Qingxuan slowly looked at Master Yideng. The two smiled at each other and then slowly spoke, teaching "Taisu Transformation and Rebirth Magic" to Master Deng.
This time, Lin Qingxuan did not use the method of sound transmission, but he also used the blessing of spiritual thoughts. Just like Zhao, he could remember as much as he could after listening to it, and it would be difficult to forget it.
Although Lin Qingxuan used immortal techniques to assist his teaching, the immortal techniques were so profound that he could not finish the lecture until four hours later.
Master Yideng's skills are unfathomable, and he has a good foundation in practicing Jiuyin Divine Skills. Therefore, he has learned a lot after he mastered it. The rest of the people behind him are as if they are listening to heavenly music. The more they listen, the more confused they become.
Even Wu Santong and Zhu Ziliu, who have the highest level of martial arts training, only know a few words. If they use it to practice martial arts, they may be able to improve. However, if they use these few words to practice immortality, it is very different.
Far.
This time, Lin Qingxuan used the Divine Mind Immortal Technique to teach the technique. The effect of the technique was not as good as Huashan's Hundred Days Technique. However, due to limited qualifications and cultivation, only Master Yideng could barely learn it.
Four hours later, it was already midnight, and it was snowing heavily outside. Although it was spring and the flowers were blooming, there was occasional snowfall on the top of Wudang Mountain.
Master Yideng stood up and clasped his palms together and said: "Thank you very much, Emperor Qingxuan, for giving me the Dharma and the teachings. I have already heard the Tao. This time when I come down from the mountain, I will go to the Western Regions to study Buddhism intensively and practice in seclusion. We will meet again if we have the chance.'
After bowing deeply, Yideng left with his disciples and grandchildren.
After Master Yideng left, Lin Qingxuan felt a little sad, because he could see that Yideng's face was full of death, as if he had been injured before and his origin was injured, and his life span was almost over.
Thinking that after Yi Deng's death, Dong Xie Xi Du Bei Beggar and several other great masters would also pass away within a few years, and Senior Brother Hao, Senior Brother Qiu, etc. would not be able to survive forever. In a few years, he would probably become famous at the same time.
All the senior people will pass away.
"The most unbearable thing in the world is the beauty of the beauty, the beauty of the mirror, the beauty of the tree."
Lin Qingxuan sighed and stood up. He looked at the black footprints on the snow outside the palace that had just been guessed by Yideng and his group. They were gradually covered with white snow and became lighter, until they were all white, covering the entire Zixiao Palace and Wudang Mountain, heaven and earth.
It became a generalization.
August Festival in the 24th year of Song Dynasty Zhaoguang
The junction of the Western Xia region of the Song Dynasty and the Western Mongolia region is a newly built Yumen Pass. Although the two countries have good relations with each other, they are two countries after all, and trade is not very convenient. However, the newly built Yumen Pass of the Song Dynasty is because of the Yuqing Palace and Zixiao Palace.
With the permission of the two masters of the palace, Yin Zhenren, a Dongmiao Pavilion was built.
There are often Quanzhen disciples from the two palaces stationed in Dongmiao Pavilion, preaching and teaching, and because of the Quanzhen Taoism of subduing demons and eliminating demons, the public security here is the best, and there is no exploitation by officials from the two countries. The Yumen Gate is in the Quanzhen Cave
With the protection of Miao Pavilion, it became the first prosperous place for trade between the two countries.
Although it is already early summer in the pass, it still snows from time to time here in Yumen Pass at night.
At ten o'clock in the evening that day, ice and snow came again with the north wind. Just when the city gatekeeper was about to order the retreat, he heard a woman with a Central Plains accent shout: "Sir, please wait a moment, retreat for a moment, please allow me."
Waiting for entry."
The gatekeeper and several soldiers frowned, and a young soldier with brown eyes snorted coldly: "Who is so arrogant? How can I make an exception for you when you are in seclusion?"
In normal times, there are many retreats where people have to wait to come in, but these caravans are polite in their words, and usually quietly stuff a Western Region silver dollar or a sling of money. These gatekeepers also have unprofitable positions, so naturally they are happy to accept some.
Benefits and convenience for people.
"Speak more politely, pony."
"Yes, Songtou.'
The gatekeeper named Song Tou is a veteran in his forties. It is said that he was promoted to the third level and sent to Yumen Pass as a gatekeeper with an annual salary of 60 kilograms because he fought with Marshal Guo in the Chang'an War and made meritorious service.
Although Song Tou has only been in Yumen Pass for more than half a year, he already knows that a small gatekeeper has a lot of money. He can earn back half a year's salary by meeting twenty caravans every month, so he firmly believes that harmony will bring wealth.
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After reprimanding the young soldier surnamed Ma, Song Tou walked a few steps toward the door. He vaguely saw a long snake-like camel caravan slowly approaching in the wind and snow hundreds of steps ahead. He felt happy and knew that he was coming.
He thought it was a fat sheep, so he shouted: "Who is this person? Where did he come from? It's already three minutes later. If we delay for another moment, we will be punished."
I saw the leaders of the camel team saying a few words, and a tall gray figure quickly ran over, showing off his good Qinggong skills as he walked. Song Tou, who was guarding the gate, and others were used to seeing martial arts masters.
People couldn't help but cheer loudly.
When the gray figure approached, Song Tou realized that it was a man with big nose and deep eye sockets, with beard, hair in a bun, and wearing the robe of Quanzhen Taoism.
Nowadays, the Quanzhen Sect has developed and grown in the Western Regions. The Yuqing Palace and its owner, Yin Kexi, Yin Zhenren, are well-known in the Western Regions and are powerful. In recent years, the Quanzhen Sect’s Yuqing Palace has been responsible for the camel caravan transportation of tea between the East and the Western Regions.
, silk, porcelain and other goods, no one dares to take their idea.
Although there were many barbarians among the Taoists in Yuqing Palace, Song Tou and others, who thought they were Europeans, saw this for the first time.
Thinking that with the Quanzhen Sect's prestige in the Western Regions, Semuzi wouldn't dare to impersonate him, so Song Tou greeted him politely.
"Where did the Taoist priest come from? Where are you going?'
The seductive Taoist with a big nose and yellow beard raised his hand and said: "The poor Taoist Qing Chongzi is a Taoist from the Kiev Lingguang Temple in the lower courtyard of the Yuqing Palace of the Quanzhen Sect. This time he returned to the East with the master of my temple to bury my old temple.
Lord, this old man is from the Central Plains, and his last wish is to return to his roots after falling leaves, so I ask for your convenience."
Song Tou frowned, looked at it, and asked, "Since you are the Taoist Master of Quanzhen, do you have a customs clearance document and a Taoist certificate?"
Qing Chongzi took out the seal from his arms and handed it to Song Tou. Song Tou read it over and saw that it was indeed the seal of Yuqing Palace and the signature of Yin Kexi. Then he returned the certificate and other documents with both hands, bowed and said, "Since it is Quanzhen Taoist Master
, then the disciples will accept the punishment and open the city gate for an extra quarter of an hour.'
Although Qing Chongzi looks like a man with lustful eyes, he talks and acts like a Han Chinese. He smiled and took out a gold coin and handed it to Song Tou. He smiled and said: "The weather is too cold. My temple master invites you to have a cup of hot tea."
"That's a good feeling. Thank you very much, Master."
Song Tou held the gold coins tightly and said with a smile
After a while, the camel team approached with the sound of jingling bells. Song and others saw that there were more than 20 camels, led by four Taoists and behind them, and in the middle guarding the camel team were several barbarians in long robes.
They were looking after a cart carrying two coffins in the middle. The camels in front and behind the coffins were carrying blankets, ivory and other precious commodities, which were just casually wrapped in boxes and cloths.
Seeing the goods exposed like this, Song Tou was frightened. He knew that this camel team traveled thousands of miles eastward but no one was injured or disabled. The goods worth thousands of gold were still exposed. He suddenly remembered that there were many people who were highly skilled in martial arts and possessed great powers.
People with excellent martial arts skills deliberately reveal their wealth when they are on the road, so as to attract the strong men who cut off the path to take advantage of them.
Obviously, this group of Taoist priests who are looking at the dust are all Taoist masters with strong martial arts from the Quanzhen Sect. I am afraid there will be a lot of bad guys on the road. Song Tou squeezed out a smile and bowed and said: "Thank you for watching, please come in."
Turn it off."
Sitting on the first golden camel is a teenage girl. Although she is also wearing a Taoist robe, her facial features are exquisite and handsome, and her body is thin. She looks a bit weak under the Taoist robe. Her nose is high, her skin is white, and her eye sockets are sunken.
, but his hair color and pupils are black. At first glance, he is a mixed race of Semu people and people from the Central Plains.
The young man Kundao waved his fly whisk, raised his hand and said, "Thank you so much for this layman.
In the blink of an eye, the group of people and the camel team entered Yumen Pass one after another. It was dark at this time, but the restaurants, restaurants, teahouses, brothels and other places for eating, drinking and having fun on the streets in Yumen Pass had already lit up lanterns, emitting a warm red light. .
Looking at the lights on the street, listening to the laughter and shouting in the many shops on both sides, the sound of orchestral strings and bamboos and the babbling singing, everyone in the camel caravan was quite curious.
Although they all look different from people from the Central Plains, after all, there are Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect escorting the caravan, and there are barbarians coming and going at Yumen Pass every day, and even Kunlun slaves are not uncommon.
Therefore, this camel caravan, which was composed of Taoists and Hu people, did not arouse many people's surprise. On the contrary, there were many Han Chinese and Hu people standing at the door to solicit guests. They all walked to the camel caravan and bowed respectfully.
Kundao, the young girl who led the camel team, and the other tall men, Semugandao, also responded respectfully.
Not far away, Mohammed, the Hu guide in the camel team who was familiar with the east-west trade routes, bowed and said: "Master Hou, Master Qingyu, there is a clean and quiet inn not far ahead. Do you want to stay?"
A muscular Taoist priest with blond hair and blue eyes walked up to young Kun Dao's camel and asked in a low voice: "Junior sister, find a shop to rest for a while."
The girl surnamed Hou nodded and said: "Senior Brother Qingyu, you have to take care of all the hotel and hotel arrangements on the road. You don't need to ask me, just go and make arrangements yourself."
The Taoist named Qingyu agreed, looked at Qing Chongzi again, and said: "Brother, I'll go take a look first. If there are no problems, you can go in."
Taoist Qing Chong nodded and said: "Go.'
Then he looked at another Taoist with gray hair and gray beard in his thirties, and said: "Third Junior Brother, you and your Second Senior Brother go together. The martial arts in the East is the most prosperous, not as good as ours in the Western Regions.
Master said before his death that apart from our Quanzhen Sect, the Beggar Clan, Iron Palm Clan, Yellow River Clan, Shaolin Temple, Peach Blossom Island and other sects in the East all have experts. After all, our martial arts is not the true inheritance of the Quanzhen Sect. We must come here. Be more cautious.'
The extremely handsome young Taoist nun frowned when she heard this. She looked at the camel team behind her. Both the camels and the people were tired. She nodded and said: "Forget it, third senior brother, you can go too. Let's find a hotel to stay and eat some food first." Things, wait until early tomorrow morning, and then hurry up and rush to Henan.
I have to rush there before spring next year to prevent the weather from getting hot and damaging the bodies of my mentor and his wife. I wonder if the craftsmanship of those guys in Egypt is authentic?'
The third senior brother glared and said in a loud voice: "Don't worry, junior sister, let's rest a little and leave before dawn tomorrow. We must send the master and his wife's remains back to his hometown for burial as soon as possible. This is the last wish of the master. We have to help him achieve this no matter what. Second Senior Brother and I will go find a secluded hotel and inn.
Qing Chongzi smiled and nodded, saying: "Junior Brother Qing Niao said yes. You go quickly."
The two Taoist priests agreed and quickly disappeared. After a while, they saw Qing Yuzi and Qing Niaozi running back like flying. Their ragged clothes were stained red with blood. It looked like they were being chased by some thieves.
Qing Yuzi and Hou Guanzhu were the best in martial arts, and they stopped an old beggar covered in stench who was chasing them in a flash.
“Crack!
The two of them each stopped the old beggar with a palm. The beggar paused, stood still, looked at Qing Yuzi and Hou Guanzhu, grinned and said in a dry voice: "Hey, here are two more fake Taoist priests!
When Qing Chongzi stopped the old beggar, he knew he had met a powerful enemy. He pulled out a broad sword that was different from Dongtu on his shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Is the old man a master of the Beggar Clan? The poor Taoist Quanzhen teaches Yuqing Palace Lingguang Temple.
Disciple Qingyuzi, haven’t you asked for advice yet?”
Master Hou cupped his hands and said: "Junior Quanzhen Sect Yuqing Palace Lingguang Temple Master Hou Qinghua, senior is an old man from the Beggar Clan."
The old beggar said coldly: "The old beggar Yu Zhaoxing has only been living in vain for decades. He can't use his martial arts skills in this gang. He only got promoted to Ba Bao by working hard and doing meritorious service.
However, I am an inconspicuous little player in the world. I also know that there has never been a female cultivator under the Quanzhen sect. I also know the Quanzhen sect’s martial arts. The Taoist who just now used it is not Quanzhen martial arts. I don’t think you two know how to do it either.
Quanzhen swordsmanship and boxing kung fu
Hey, your clothes may look similar, but your martial arts skills are exposed. Hey, I knew that the Mingjiao went to the Western Regions to ask for help, but I didn’t expect that you arrived so quickly and you were so courageous that you dared to pretend to be a disciple of Quanzhen."
Hou Qinghua was startled, then smiled bitterly and said: "Senior, you have misunderstood. We are just Quanzhen sect's subordinates. All the martial arts we learned were obtained from my father and mother. You are the senior master of a large group of people. How could you treat us without knowing the situation?"
Do you think he is a member of the Mingjiao Party?'
The old beggar laughed and said: "The two Taoist priests just injured my two nephews. If I hadn't been here, I'm afraid the lives of my disciples of the Beggar Clan would have been taken away by you. The Quanzhen Cult Master Qingxuan and my family Mr. Hong
Gang leader and old gang leader Huang are all very kind. My gang leader Lu also has great admiration for Emperor Qingxuan. How can he teach disciples like you?'
Upon hearing this, Hou Qinghua frowned and looked at Qingyuzi and Qingniaozi, and asked in a low voice: "You guys started fighting with the disciples of the Beggar Clan? What happened?'
Qingyaozi and Qingniaozi coughed slightly and said: "We saw many beggars gathered in a temple on the road. When they saw us, they followed us quietly, and their martial arts were good. I was worried that the evil people would attack first, and dozens of people were killed.
Beggars besieged us
Hou Qinghua frowned when he heard this and said: "Senior Yu, why are you following my two senior brothers?'
Yu Zhaoxing took off a torn sack from his waist, shook it, and said: "Stop talking nonsense, since the Mingjiao has invited you to help with the boxing, you don't have to go to Lanzhou. Now we have a competition with the old beggar!"
'
As Yu Zhaoxing spoke, he swung the sack and hit Qing Chongzi in the face without waiting for the Semu Taoist in front of him to quibble.
Qing Chongzi moved his sword horizontally to resist, but he noticed the strong wind coming from his lower abdomen, so he hurriedly turned sideways and used his thighs to resist.
"Stab it
"Bang!'
The sound of the sack being torn and the sound of Yu Zhaoxing kicking Qing Chongzi's thigh sounded almost simultaneously.
Qing Chongzi took a step back and stood still, and Yu Zhaoxing shouted: "Good thief, this evil external martial arts is not even an assistant of the Mingjiao!" With a loud shout, Yu Zhaoxing clenched his fists and smashed it down.
Taoist Qing Chong was in a panic after taking two moves, and hurriedly braced himself to fend off the enemy with the royal swordsmanship passed down from his master.
Hou Qinghua was worried that his master brother was no match for him, so he took off his broadsword from his hunchback and crossed over to attack. The two of them fought together with Yu Zhaoxing until they were evenly matched.