The stars are sparse, the evening mist is faint, the frost is forming in the middle of the night, and the dew is deeper and heavier. The longevity temple on Yuxia Mountain is brightly lit, and old friends who have traveled far and wide stop to rest for a while. When they meet again after a long separation, it is said that the war is everywhere.
"The border has always been unstable, and there is no peace and prosperity. On the way here, I looked at the bustling streets of the capital, with the endless flow of men, women, old and young, and I remembered how many soldiers in northern Xinjiang had their bones buried in the sand. They were also fathers and brothers.
Who will take care of their wives, daughters and parents?"
After returning from the journey, I was infected with the chill of the night. I drank two cups of hot tea without saying a word, and finally warmed up. I sat cross-legged in front of the charcoal basin and sighed. There was a Taoist boy who prepared the fast food in the kitchen, and the abbot personally received it.
Come, listen to what he said and feel good
Duo: "After so many years, your temperament and temperament can be said to be very different from Taoist Lingxu, but you are equally compassionate. The scenery in the northwest of Chang'an is indeed spectacular, but the sky is full of wind and sand. After all, you cannot calm it down with your own strength."
The bell in the front yard rang, and when it was time for dinner, the mountain door was locked, and the busy day came to an end. The visitor also wanted to see Gu Jinchuan, but unfortunately the doctor was tripped up by trivial matters at home.
Come back when you get a chance.
Taoist Lingxu's reputation is well known, but there is another person in charge of the prison who has been staying in the mountains all year round. He is equally virtuous and highly respected, and his Taoist name is Xuanchen. What's interesting is that after practicing Tongguan for a long time, Xuanchen can't explain Lingxu clearly.
Regarding Taoist’s origins, I can only vaguely remember that I first met him on a dark evening.
At that time, I was still an unknown disciple following the abbot. The master brought back a guest and ordered them to place an incense case and inform the three officials to welcome the guest into the mountain gate with a great gift. But the other party refused and slapped his head on his head and said nothing.
Heavenly Lord, why do you need to raise an army and mobilize the crowd, meandering through the front hall with your hands behind your back, bowing and kowtowing to the gods in the hall?
The visitor was just wearing an ordinary green-gray robe, and his appearance was not outstanding. However, the abbot at that time was extremely polite to him, and turned around and arranged to move out to the best accommodation in the temple. It was midsummer, and fortunately the night breeze was cool.
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The children were not sweating all over their heads. The visitors were taciturn. Their shadows were almost stretched into threads in the afterglow of the setting sun. Everyone looked lonely, but he was carrying the setting sun on his back, and his robe was slightly swaying, giving off a fairy wind.
Daogu.
This person was Taoist Lingxu. From then on, he lived in the Temple of Immortality, meditating behind closed doors every day, and rarely appeared in front of others. Later, not a long time passed, and somehow, he became famous in Mojing City and came up the mountain.
The number of pilgrims seeking to see him is increasing day by day. I still can’t remember which year, a large number of people came up the mountain in large numbers asking for help. They were very generous and said they only wanted to see the real Tao, no matter how much it cost.
Xuan Chen's impression was that those people came very early, the morning fog in the mountains had not yet receded, and the early morning dew fell from the trees, accidentally hitting the people and giving them a chill.
At that time, Taoist Lingxu had gone into seclusion and would not see anyone who came. However, the other party refused to leave and begged for convenience. The leader was a noble lady, and her hairpin-ringed skirts were all exquisite, but not too ordinary
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You can imagine how pampered and pampered you are by being too luxurious and violating the purity of Taoism. However, there is a deep sorrow in your eyebrows. After being obsessed with it for a long time, the abbot didn't want to embarrass you, so he had to say give it a try and bring back Taoist Lingxu's words.
"Destiny is hard to know, but human ways are easy to follow. What you want is contrary to nature, which will harm your blessings and longevity. It will inevitably affect your descendants. You must never have this thought again."
Xuan Chen didn't know what the visitor was asking for, and why Taoist Lingxu said such things. The lady's face changed drastically, and the bead string in her hand fell to the ground with a "snap", and she almost lost her balance. Fortunately, she was standing beside her.
His servants helped him in time so that he didn't lose his composure in front of everyone.
Is it against the heavens? It sounds ridiculous. It seems that people's carriages, horses, and carriages are full of nobility. I guess they are from the high gates in Mojing City. How can they live a comfortable life while Baba runs up the mountain and asks for some ridiculous things?
Where is your son?
"It will affect the descendants..." The noble lady murmured to herself, her eyes turned red, and her expression became gloomy and lonely, talking about what kind of sin she had committed to end up with good and evil being reversed, and God was not blessing her.
Whether there are gods in the world or not, at least at that time, Xuan Chen didn't know.
What happened after that, Xuan Chen never had a chance to see her, and was condemned by the master like other Taoist boys. I heard that the lady retreated to the next best thing, talked to the abbot for a long time, left a thank you gift, and left, never to be seen again.
I have never been to the mountain.
A small episode is not enough to break the tranquility of the Immortality View. The sun rises and the moon sets in the mountains. The grass and trees in the mountains wither and flourish. The master is getting older, his beard and hair are all white with frost. Xuan Chen has become a talkative cultivator in the view.
Taking over things big and small; the only thing that remains unchanged seems to be Taoist Lingxu.
One day, the master died of illness. When he was dying, his mind was not clear, but he still had strength. He squeezed Xuanchen's hand tightly and tried to think of something to say, but unfortunately he couldn't make a sound. Taoist Lingxu had been traveling for nearly half a year.
There was no news, but he came back as unexpectedly as when he left.
The Taoist was still silent. Just like before, Xuan Chen could only retreat. He was not curious about what the two seniors confessed in the end. He only regretted that he could not accompany the master to the end.
He grew up in a temple dedicated to the gods. He was an abandoned baby picked up by his master. In fact, that was not entirely true - it is said that his biological parents had given birth to too many children, and the family had been poor for generations. When he was born, there was no way to raise him, so Ben was ruthless.
Wanting to throw him into the mountains, he reached the edge of the stream. He happened to be bumped into by the abbot of Changsheng Temple. He stopped the baby sharply on the spot and quickly brought the baby back and taught him by his side.
As soon as the funeral ceremony was over, Taoist Lingxu left again. Xuanchen did not ask him where he was going. This was the case every year. Lingxu was like a lonely bird in the sky and earth. His whereabouts were uncertain and he never worried about anything.
People and things stopped him in his tracks. When the master was still alive, Xuan Chen once tentatively asked about it, but he received a mild scolding.
Master's meaning is very clear. Taoist Lingxu is not a thing in a pond, and he is not comparable to ordinary things like us.
Xuan Chen was far from being prepared. He thought about how he should get along with Ling Xu, so he took over the position of the abbot of Changshengguan. He was busy day and night, unable to spare any extra energy. Instead, he was no longer curious and concerned about this person's fate. Until
One day, the mountain gate was about to be locked. Taoist Lingxu not only came back under the rising stars and moon, but also brought a young disciple with him.
This scene is very much like the scene that has been buried in the memory. The former abbot master brought back Taoist Lingxu who had just climbed the mountain. But this young man was very humble, so Lingxu did not give any unnecessary instructions. Xuanchen made the decision and asked the Taoist boy to clean up and leave the guest room.
, the younger generation settled down and recognized Lingxu as his master. This chapter has been completed!