Chapter 712 Visiting before the road through the mountains
Using his footsteps as a yardstick to measure the mountains and rivers of Da'an from south to north and from east to west, Zhang Wenfeng walked around the world with his sword, whether it was a barren mountain or a prosperous city. He did not deliberately or pretentiously, resting wherever he went.
He is a trafficker and a pawn, a fisherman, a woodcutter, a farmer and a reader, and has met people from all over the world.
If you encounter a robber who robs the way, kill him casually; if you encounter someone who is sick or in distress, heal him casually.
He does not seek fame or profit, and he gives alms as he pleases. After cultivating to his current state of mind, he has long since lost the worldly thoughts of rescuing people in distress and rescuing the world. What he pursues in every word and deed is to coincide with his own path and the wider scope.
If there is any deviation from the way of heaven, correct it and follow it.
Artesian fire goes from midsummer to deep winter, rarely staying in one place for more than ten and a half days.
You Meng Chang's ghost is so busy that he wants to stay somewhere longer before he appears. Other times, he can't see his shadow.
The sky was gray and the days were short in winter. You Meng Chang appeared next to Taoist Zhang who was climbing the mountain. He said with a smile: "Since we have arrived at the famous 'Moya Ancient Sutra Wall' today, we will stay here for a few days and take a look at the five thousand years of history."
Come on, what kind of talented people are there on the cliffs?"
Zhang Wenfeng looked up at the towering rocky mountain like a knife and an axe, nodded and said "good".
Now he is content with whatever comes his way, and when he travels thousands of miles, he just reads thousands of scriptures.
Many years ago, he accompanied Yun Qiuhe to spend some time at the Moya Ancient Sutra Wall. He was inspired by a certain verse on the sutra wall and realized the meaning of the silk-wrapped sword. When he returned to his old place, he didn't have too many emotions. He only felt the sutra.
There are more and more monks observing in various parts of the mountain, and there are crowds of people everywhere, making the place buzzing and noisy.
You Mengchang showed himself as a middle-aged man and led Taoist Zhang to the valley in the southeast. Ignoring the other monks who were concentrating on each other, he pointed to the deep valley and said: "There are roads in Jingshan Mountain. Let's go to the hinterland of Jingshan Mountain."
Look. Back then, there were still some bad assessment rules, and it was not easy to get into the Scripture Mountain. Nowadays, the world has changed a lot, and things have changed, but it has made it easier for me to know the way."
Climbing on the rugged rocks, he really used the "walking" method to find the path downwards.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the nearby monks who had not noticed their presence at all. Knowing that Old Man You had used unpredictable dream techniques, he quickly followed him down, spiraling all the way down into the darkness. As he walked, he walked into a
It is a quiet passage with strange rocks hanging upside down and occasional drops of water falling down.
You Mengchang stopped in front of a mottled old stone door, grabbed the stone ring and knocked, "dong dong...dong, dong", and shouted: "Ms. Jingmei, open the door. It is not the way to treat an old friend without seeing him.
I want a drink of water and see if there is anything new on the scripture wall, so I won’t disturb you too much.”
Zhang Wenfeng was very surprised, there are still experts living in seclusion in this place?
He is now considered well-informed and has never heard of it.
After a while, a soft white light lit up in the deep passage, and there was a faint sound of silk and bamboo music coming from nowhere. It was pleasant to the ears. The closed stone door slowly opened with a heavy "creak" sound, and two teams of girls in white white skirts greeted them.
came out.
"Welcome to our distinguished guest, please come in!"
The girl in the palace skirt bowed neatly, revealing a large area of dazzling white skin.
You Mengchang laughed and cupped his hands and said, "Mrs. Jingmei still talks about pomp and politeness like this. You Mousheng has suffered."
He strode into the strange stone door with familiar steps, ignoring the shadows in the dark depths.
Zhang Wenfeng saw that the six girls who bowed down to welcome the guests were the bodies of world spirits. Somehow, they were able to completely dissolve the ghostly aura. He became more and more curious about the charming lady who lived in seclusion here?
Walking through the door, the normally empty hall turned into a colorful garden from the outside, with orange lanterns lit everywhere, and a few stars in the night sky above.
Zhang Wenfeng looked around at the strange flowers and trees, and walked along the shimmering jade path under his feet to an attic, where a maid in a pink skirt knelt down to salute.
"Invite you!"
Zhang Wenfeng walked into the attic, which was very spacious. He saw the image of an old man sitting cross-legged behind a jade table, talking to a woman covered in white gauze. He bowed and bowed. Zhang Wenfeng walked to the right
He sat down on the empty jade table.
Listening to the conversation between Mr. You and Lady Jingmei, it is obvious that they are familiar with each other. What they are talking about is the ancient almanac of more than 5,000 years ago.
A maid came forward with a jade pot and poured a small glass of wine for You Mengchang and Zhang Wenfeng respectively.
You Mengchang picked up the wine cup and said with a smile: "I borrow flowers to offer to the fairy, and I wish the fairy to get out of the cage as soon as possible, and to gain enlightenment and ascend to the fairy world!"
The charming lady's voice was as sweet as a ball of gold and jade, and she said with a smile: "I don't know how long or how long it will take, but today I have an old friend coming to visit me. I am overjoyed, and I am so happy!"
"please!"
Zhang Wenfeng said one word, and saw that Lao You drank it all in one gulp and drank it happily. He checked again and again with his spiritual consciousness and spiritual eyes. There was nothing wrong with the milky white wine, so he drank it slowly. The taste of the wine was light, as if he had drunk it.
A cup of cold spiritual energy liquid is very nourishing for Yuan Qi.
After drinking the wine, a maid brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread them out on the jade table, and knelt down on the side to grind the ink carefully.
You Mengchang smiled and explained: "Zhang Daoyou, do as the Romans do when you go to the countryside. Guests who can be entertained by fairies with the 'Heaven Spirit and Earth Liquid' are qualified to leave calligraphy treasures. All the inscriptions that can be displayed on the 'Cliff Sutra Wall' came here."
Left by the guest."
The implication is that even if the text is carved on the stone wall, it cannot be done without the consent of Lady Mei.
You Meng held the pen long and dipped it in ink. He opened and closed the pen and wrote four words in ink: "Life is like a dream."
The maid held the scroll dripping with ink in front of Madam Jingmei. The woman did not comment and looked at the Taoist priest who was thinking with his chin crossed.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't know what the significance of this was. He thought for a while and wrote down a few ancient seal characters: "Noisy beats cold, quiet beats hot. Tranquility is the right thing for the world." Just as he was about to put down his pen, Lady Jingmei suddenly reminded her:
"Dear guest, please leave your name."
You Mengchang looked astonished. It was a supreme honor to be able to mark someone's name with a stone. Silly boys are blessed with stupid blessings.
Zhang Wenfeng wrote his name on the side as instructed.
Lady Mei received the two calligraphy scrolls, said a few words, and served tea to see the guests off.
A maid led the two of them out of the attic. The outside had transformed into a valley with a forest of steles, with waves of bamboo waves and the faint fragrance of flowers.
You Mengchang walked among them and pointed out: "These are the authentic calligraphy works of the Forest of Steles that have been 'rubbed' by Lady Mei with her magical power. It is your first time to come here, and it is easy to find an opportunity that suits you. Don't miss it. It's a good time to look for it. Don't waste it."
It doesn’t matter if it takes a while.”
Zhang Wenfeng wanted to ask more, but saw that Old Man You was running faster than a rabbit in three or two circles, and had disappeared in the middle of the forest of taller and taller steles. He had to rely on his own sense to search slowly. He wanted to quit and search all over again, but he couldn't find the original source.
road.
The forests of steles on both sides are as tall as mountains, criss-crossing each other, and the fog is gradually rising.
He was lost in it, and what he saw was as big as a house, and he couldn't get a full picture.