Chapter 52 The Taoist Priest Qingxuan of Zixiao Palace
Seeing that everything in the deserted valley was in order, Lin Qingxuan was relieved. In the past few days, he had eaten seven or eight snake galls, and his physical and mental strength had improved. Although he also wanted to live in the valley and never go out again, he would live in seclusion and practice martial arts for a long time.
However, he remembered that he was a Taoist of the Quanzhen Sect after all, and all his abilities were derived from Quanzhen martial arts. Under the persuasion of his elder brother Zhou Botong, he considered himself to be the descendant of the Patriarch Wang Chongyang. Although he did not dare to falsely claim to be the Patriarch's disciple, he could not
I won’t give the Quanzhen Sect an explanation.
Although Taoism is not like Buddhism, where everything talks about cause and effect, Lin Qingxuan also understands the principle that "Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things."
If he hadn't acquired the authentic Xuanmen martial arts from Ma Yu and others, he wouldn't have been able to learn the secret book from the stone chamber given by Li Mochou, the essence of the Nine Yin Scriptures in the ancient tomb, and the Black Iron Sword Technique. Even if one day he could learn it.
There is no way I would be able to achieve this level of acting with practice, but I have achieved this level of achievement now.
Therefore, before repaying the kindness of the Quanzhen Sect and fulfilling the mission of being the successor of the Chongyang Festival, I absolutely cannot dive into the deep mountains and old forests and ignore worldly affairs.
Fortunately, the sacred eagle is very spiritual and has learned how to raise the snake. Lin Qingxuan wanted to let the sacred eagle raise the snake by itself first. Anyway, the medicinal herbs and livestock left in the valley were enough for three or four months.
When I said goodbye to Lu Zhitang last year, I said I was going to Zixiao Palace in Wudang Mountain to pack up my belongings and greet the visitors, but then I disappeared. Now, more than half a year has passed, and I have to go to Wudang Mountain.
Lin Qingxuan felt that he had to be a Taoist deacon in Wudang Zixiao Palace for a year and a half. Lu Zhitang was a real disciple of the headmaster and a disciple who had been taught the medical secrets of the Quanzhen Sect. Naturally, he could not stay in Wudang.
From now on, those who have been waiting for Shanzhang will either lead the line in various state capitals, or return to the Chongyang Palace to guard the ancestral palace. When he is the master of the palace alone, he can come and go as he pleases, and he can also take care of the Jianzhong Barren Valley.
Already.
After leading the divine eagle through another round of tasks, Lin Qingxuan saw that the divine eagle could complete the task fluently, and finally said goodbye and left with peace of mind.
After leaving the barren valley, Lin Qingxuan was reluctant to throw away the shabby clothes on his body. These were the clothes of a Taoist boy many years ago. He brought them with him as a change of clothes when he went down the mountain. They were a little too small when he put them on in Yanjing. At this time, it was too late.
A few months later, when Lin Qingxuan had grown taller again, his clothes were already ragged and out of shape.
However, Lin Qingxuan's plan to deal with Lu Zhitang was that he got lost in the mountains and was trapped for several months before escaping. This outfit couldn't be more suitable.
However, Lin Qingxuan was not as thin as he was trapped in the forest, but his face was sallow and darkened by the sun for several months, so he seemed to be able to get over it.
One night later, Lin Qingxuan stood at the foot of Wudang Mountain. The Jiuzhen Sword on his waist was said to be a protective sword specially purchased for going down the mountain.
At Jiangkou's blacksmith shop, someone made a hollow pole and sealed the black iron heavy sword inside.
Carrying an iron pole on his back and carrying game at each end, Lin Qingxuan climbed up Wudang Mountain without stopping.
It was midsummer at this time, Wudang Mountain was lush with foliage, birds were singing and flowers were fragrant. I met a few pilgrims visiting the mountains and rivers. After asking about it, they went to the Zixiao Palace on the mountain.
It took half an hour to turn around from a mountain peak, and walking on the smooth mountain road shrouded in light clouds and mist, I saw a dilapidated palace in front of me.
Wudang Mountain Zixiao Palace was built during the reign of Emperor Huizong, the Taoist emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty. At that time, it was a rare Taoist palace in the world. However, with the demise of the Northern Song Dynasty, the Taoist scene in the world disappeared, and the Wudang Zixiao Palace also fell into ruins.
When Lin Qingxuan got closer, he saw clearly that several Taoists in gray robes were using brooms and shovels to clear the weeds in front of the palace gate and on the roof. When he saw Lin Qingxuan, an elderly Taoist sweeping the floor with a broom stepped forward and said:
"Blessings are immeasurable, Heavenly Lord, hello, senior brother."
Lin Qingxuan hurriedly returned the courtesy, and the old Taoist asked: "Where do you come from, brother?"
"Pindao was sent by the Chongyang Palace of Zhongnan Mountain to live permanently. Do you know your senior brother's Taoist name?"
"It turns out that I am a senior fellow from the Upper House. I am a poor Taoist named Jingci. Do you dare to ask my senior fellow apprentice for his Dharma name?"
"The poor Taoist is pure and mysterious."
Lin Qingxuan smiled slightly and asked, "Is Palace Master Lu here?"
The old Taoist cupped his hands and said, "Unfortunately, the palace master has gone down the mountain. He said he was going to the city to beg for alms and prepare some money for the reconstruction of Zixiao Palace. It has been five days since he came and left."
Lin Qingxuan took out the somewhat crumpled letter from his arms and handed it to the old Taoist to read. After reading it, he handed it back with respectful hands and said: "The palace master also said that Taoist priest Lin Qingxuan was accompanying him, but he left
When he arrived in Shangnan County, he said he was taking the first step, but he was nowhere to be found. He had been worried for a long time, and even went down the mountain to look for him several times in the past few months. I don't want you, Taoist Master Qingxuan, to be safe. You have the protection of Heavenly Lord. I want to come to the palace master.
I will definitely be very happy to come back."
Lin Qingxuan smiled and nodded, and Taoist Jingci called all the cleaning Taoists down to greet Lin Qingxuan and introduce the situation of Zixiao Palace.
It turns out that Zixiao Palace originally belonged to the Zhengyi sect, but later the Taoist priests who were worshiped by the imperial court were scattered everywhere. Now the Quanzhen Sect is prosperous, and the Zixiao Palace has also come under the control of the Quanzhen Sect, and all 8 Taoist priests in the palace have become Quanzhen sects.
Taoist priests dress up in a fashionable manner, do not practice talismans, chant scriptures every day, lead meditation, and practice both life and life.
Lu Zhitang arrived at Zixiao Palace a year ago. After asking, he learned that Lin Qingxuan had not been there, so he guessed that he had met with misfortune. After that, he went down the mountain several times to look for it, but to no avail.
In the blink of an eye, the money and food on the mountain ran out in a few months, and the palace fell into disrepair. As the host, Lu Zhitang could not ignore it, so he went down the mountain to earn money.
The Wulin sect's way of getting money is just doing business on its own and collecting protection fees. The Quanzhen sect is a Taoist sect. In addition to these ways, there are other ways to recruit disciples and enjoy the worship of disciples, and the worship of pilgrims and believers.
Zixiao Palace has long lost its reputation, and there are naturally few pilgrims and believers nowadays. However, Lu Zhitang possesses martial arts and medical skills, and is a serious Taoist priest who can also hold Dharma meetings to achieve salvation, so it is easy to earn some money.
However, the cost of repairing the Zixiao Palace is not trivial. Lu Zhitang is doing it every day and recruiting many disciples. It may take ten or eight years to save. However, he is a true disciple of the Quanzhen Sect and came to Wudang to expand.
Quanzhen Religion Market and Wulin Market are tasks, so it is normal to be more diligent.
Although Lin Qingxuan was a Taoist deacon when he first arrived, he didn't show off. He greeted all the Taoists politely. The older ones called them Senior Brother, and the younger ones called Junior Brother. After talking for a while, people relaxed when they saw that Lin Qingxuan was a kind person.
Now, much lighter.
Taoist Jingci was the head of the Taoist priests of Zixiao Palace. He ordered the other juniors to continue working and personally led Lin Qingxuan into the palace to inspect each hall.
Although the Zixiao Palace is dilapidated, its foundation is still there. There are only minor leaks in each hall, and the structure is intact. The statues in the hall are also intact, but the colored clay has peeled off.
After walking around in a circle, Taoist Master Jingci pointed to the Cloud Room in the back hall and said: "That's where the Palace Master lives. We all live in the wing on the west side of the front hall. The east side is a wing for pilgrims. Now there is no room.
"Come on, Taoist Priest, please stay in the wing of the Turtle and Snake Hall. The back hall is close here and the front hall is not far away. It's clean and convenient for walking."
Seeing that Taoist Jingci was well-rounded and well-organized, Lin Qingxuan smiled slightly and said: "Senior Brother Jingci has arranged things in an orderly manner. In the past six months, the palace master may have relied on you a lot. I am also a newbie here, even though I have the title of Taoist Deacon."
, but I also need to learn more from my senior brother about managing the secular affairs of the temple, and I also ask my senior brother Jingci to take care of me in the future."
Taoist Jingci didn't dare to scream. Lin Qingxuan thought for a while and took out more than three taels of scattered silver from his arms and handed it to Jingci, saying: "You ask two young Taoists to go down the mountain to buy some fruits, vegetables, meat, rice and noodles.
Isn’t the palace about to run out of food? Let’s use it for now, and I’ll treat everyone to a good meal later when we prepare a table of decent meals.”
Taoist Jingci smiled and said, "Taoist Master, I'll take care of it right away." After saying that, he turned around and left.