The first thousand and twenty-five chapters I hope that the emperor will always be the master
Last year, this year, next year, spring comes and spring comes, flowers bloom and fall, Dongjun always decides.
A young man in white clothes was walking alone on the official road outside the capital, holding a large handful of stinky tofu skewered on bamboo sticks in each hand, and eating a mouthful of chili red oil.
The young man chewed stinky tofu, suddenly raised his head and glanced at the sky, his cheeks bulging, and he exclaimed, "I have received good news from a real person, no doubt in this world."
It was originally a celestial phenomenon where the moon and stars were sparse. In an instant, the stars were shining brightly, as if the bright moon had temporarily abdicated to give way to a Milky Way. However, this vision was fleeting.
I believe that the Imperial Heavenly Supervisors of various countries have captured this strange celestial phenomenon. If nothing unexpected happens, it will soon turn into a mess, and it is destined to be a sleepless night.
Cui Dongshan curled his lips, "Is this the newest member of the Fourteenth Realm?"
It is estimated that the old scholar did a lot of favors to the old immortal Yu, otherwise according to Cui Dongshan's deduction, the opportunity for Fu Lu and Yu Xuan to join the Taoism was after the founders of the three religions broke away from Taoism.
He picked up the stinky tofu in his hand and wrote the word "丂" in the air.
Cui Dongshan took back his hand, quickly ate a few strings of stinky tofu, threw away the bamboo stick, freed up one hand, and shook his snow-white sleeve, which he called "beating the stupid part".
Then a golden elixir earthly immortal fell out from inside, it was the Longzhou Taoist from Huanghua Temple in Mirage City, Liu Mao.
The mountains and rivers are far away, the nights are long, and there is still a long way to go from our destination, so we have to find someone to chat with to relieve our boredom.
Liu Mao, who had his sleeves thrown out, stood still, not sure where he was, and he didn't even ask a question.
Cui Dongshan raised his hand, "Do you want to eat stinky tofu?"
Liu Mao shook his head, "I can't get used to it."
Cui Dongshan complained: "It's hypocritical to be pampered and have thin skin and tender flesh."
Liu Mao didn't dare to talk back.
If the young Yin Guan is deep in the city and has some traces of his thoughts, and it takes a lot of brainpower to communicate, then the leader Cui in front of him, who claims to be his student, is simply unreasonable.
He is a lunatic. Even if there is something wrong in Chen Pingan's words, it is still unpleasant, but after all, Chen Pingan will not punch himself for no reason, but Cui Dongshan will, and he will punch and kick Liu Mao if he disagrees with him.
It is euphemistically called that enlightenment depends on pushing and knocking.
Cui Dongshan chewed the stinky tofu and shook his head, "It's delicious, delicious, delicious."
Liu Mao followed him silently. He had to admit that he was certain that he would be able to obtain elixirs in seclusion this time. However, without the "intrusion" of this young man in white during the retreat, Liu Mao did not think he could "make elixirs".
"Become a third grade", and earn that amount that I didn't dare to expect in advance, it was purely an unexpected joy. The atmosphere of the alchemy room is steaming, the alchemy room is used as a bookstore, and fifty thousand scrolls are inserted.
It is said on the mountain that the legendary first-grade alchemy is a sure candidate for ascension, such as Zhao Tianlai, the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, Huolong Zhenren of Paidi Peak, and Ai Aizhou Wei She, who calls himself the master of Seventy-two Peaks, are all there.
In this category, however, the majority of Ascension Realm great monks who forged elixirs in their early years achieved second-grade elixirs, so achieving third-grade elixirs is still the dream outcome of many earthly immortals.
In return, Liu Mao needs to assist the first master of the Qingping Sword Sect to quietly complete a task and develop a seismometer that can accurately measure the changes in the mountains and rivers of Tongyezhou.
It's no wonder that Liu Mao didn't agree, but this kind of feat is not what Liu Mao thinks about, but relying on himself alone can only always be a beautiful thing in the loft in the sky?
Cui Dongshan asked casually: "The chicken spur pen that you improved is pleasing to my eyes. Has your Majesty the Emperor found a buyer for the second batch of sales?"
Liu Mao replied truthfully: "There is no way to know His Majesty's plan."
In the previous Daquan Dynasty, which was too poor to expose itself, a new study department was established in the manufacturing office. Yao Jinzhi, intentionally or unintentionally, built the factory site at the Lotus Bridge near the Baoquan Bureau of the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Cangchang Yamen, only a few meters away from Liu Mao's Huanghua Temple.
Pulu. The last time His Majesty the Emperor visited the Taoist Temple in person, he had a talk with Liu Mao. Not long after His Majesty returned to the palace, Liu Mao gained an aristocratic and powerful official in the United States, and also gained a secret status as a minister in the Ministry of Punishment.
, with the help of Liu Mao, the Secretary of Literature quickly became a money tree and cornucopia of money for the imperial court.
The main purpose is to create the "imperial" chicken-slip pen, which is now sold to the immortal mansions on the mountains and the countries under the mountains in the north and south of the continent. It can be said to be a huge profit, and it has solved the urgent need of the Daquan Yao family.
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Ten taels of silver are sold for the same price as a piece of snow. When Mr. Fan and Bao Fengzhai, the merchant, saw it, they would probably drool."
Liu Mao hesitated when he wanted to speak, but he still held it back.
Isn't the biggest hero your husband?
For the first batch of chicken-spacing pens, Daquan Yao family no longer has to look for buyers, because Jade Guizong has already ordered a total of 30,000 chicken-spacing pens, which will be bundled with Jiang's Yunku Blessed Land's secret Luomei Jian.
The price of a chicken-gauge pen under the guise of "imperial production" is a piece of snow money, which is a full thousand taels of silver! But in fact, the cost of the materials consumed is about seven or eight taels of silver.
At most, if some cloud patterns and auspicious words are added, including the labor cost of skilled craftsmen, it will not exceed ten taels of silver.
No wonder Liu Mao was shocked when he heard about the price.
The price set by the imperial court is indeed too sinister. But anyway, it is to make money from the immortal masters on the mountain and the dignitaries from various countries, and it will not deceive the poor. Besides, Liu Mao, a Taoist priest who leads the temple, has completely distinguished himself from his status as the prince of the previous dynasty, especially
Not long ago, Liu Mao had just received the golden elixir and became a legendary land god. He was no longer interested in these worldly disputes, or it could be said that the situation forced him to make a choice without knowing how to protect himself.
After Cui Dongshan ate the remaining stinky tofu, he threw the bamboo sticks one by one as hidden weapons, shouting "Swish, swish, swish."
Then he burped, Cui Dongshan twisted his wrist, and an extra bamboo utensil came out, and said with a smile: "Immortal Longzhou, can you tinker with this?"
Liu Mao nodded. He was knowledgeable and naturally recognized this "bamboo tube". It is commonly known as fishing drum among the people. It also has a name in Taoism, Taoist tube, which is slightly different from fishing drum. In the past, some literati in Daquan and the public also liked to play with this thing.
, playing fishing drums, singing Taoist songs, and reciting a moral poem Huang Ting. When Liu Mao was still the prince of Daquan, he was famous for his elegance.
Cui Dongshan knocked on the Taoist drum on his own, just deliberately speaking nonsense, so that Liu Mao, an expert, could only feel noisy.
You must know that Liu Mao is a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he has to endure it more hard. When Chen Ping'an was in the Taoist study room, Liu Mao would feel awkward if the books were placed in the wrong place.
On this deserted and lonely official road, Cui Dongshan joked with Liu Mao while jumping around and howling like ghosts and wolves: "The Gao family of the Sui Dynasty in Aquarius Continent has been in the country for 1,200 years, a full 1,000 and 200 years, that is.
In those days, Aquarius Continent was a small territory and no one looked down upon it. Otherwise, if word spread, it would scare people to death. In the history of the Middle-earth Divine Continent, how many dynasties were able to live such a long life? The Gao family of the Great Sui Dynasty was a close neighbor of the Great Li Dynasty, so
Do you know where the Gao family’s Longxing Land is?”
Liu Mao said: "Yiyang County, according to historical records, has been fond of fishing drums since ancient times."
Cui Dongshan extended his thumb towards Liu Mao and praised: "You have useless knowledge, but you know so much."
Liu Mao was silent.
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "If there is a chance, I will definitely help you introduce him to the Sui Dynasty as the emperor, and Yu Lu, who was born in the Lu Dynasty. The three of you have roughly the same origins and similar situations. You are brothers in distress. If you get together, there will be
When we talk, get drunk, and talk about the sad parts, we will definitely cry and cry, which will make other people feel sad when they see it."
One is the prince of a subjugated country, responsible for the military fortune of half the country, and has become a bereaved dog who dare not even keep his surname. Yu Lu, Yu Lu, Yu Lu, the rest of the Lu family.
Gao Xuan, the new emperor of the Sui Dynasty, had good Taoist qualifications and deep blessings. Otherwise, Gao Xuan would not have been able to "purchase" the golden carp and the Dragon King Basket from Li Ershu in Lizhu Cave. At that time, he only had a relationship with Da Li Song
Gao Xuan had to go to Linlu Academy in Piyun Mountain, Longquan County to study as a hostage due to the covenant he had made with his family. Because he had been cultivated as a prince and heir apparent a long time ago, he could obviously go up the mountain to practice Taoism and become the immortal who would see him forever.
But he had no choice but to go against the rules of the Confucian Temple, sit on the dragon's throne as the emperor, and commit suicide, which is tantamount to "asking for suicide."
As for Liu Mao next to him, he had bad luck and a miserable life, so he had to embark on a path of monasticism.
If possible, I believe Liu Mao would definitely be willing to exchange a piece of the future achievements of the great road on the mountain for a dragon robe, just to be an emperor for a long time in the human world.
Everyone wants something, and everyone doesn't get it.
Liu Mao looked indifferent and said: "Then I'll trouble you, Sect Leader Cui, to recommend me."
Cui Dongshan put away the bamboo tube, put it in his sleeve again, and rubbed his chin.
When the master's wife Ning Yao entered Lizhu Cave, she had a seemingly insidious sneak attack.
It is still impossible to trace the origin to the source. This is a distressing matter that makes Cui Dongshan feel depressed every time he thinks about it.
The old bastard might have guessed it, but didn't tell her on purpose. Qi Jingchun might have figured it out, but didn't tell her husband either.
My husband must be most concerned about it, but after so many years, he still hasn't said a word to anyone.
Yiyang Yugu, a vassal of the Sui Dynasty belonged to the Huangting Kingdom.
Cui Dongshan sighed and scratched his head vigorously.
The young man in white clothes in the corner of Liu Mao's eye has a unique demeanor.
Seemingly relaxed and lazy, it looks like a real person. Occasionally it is suave, if there is something missing, and if it is thoughtful.
Cui Dongshan stood on tiptoes, looked into the distance, and said, "Fellow Taoist Longzhou, we have to hurry up and get on our way."
Liu Mao nodded. After forming the elixir, the Qi practitioner can shrink the earth's veins and cross mountains and rivers, just like crossing fields and ditches.
To be honest, if he had not become an Earth Immortal and was held in Cui Dongshan's sleeve, and could occasionally fall out like this to take a breath, otherwise Liu Mao would have long wanted to find a secluded place to practice and use various Earth Immortal magical powers.
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Walking through mountains and rivers while shrinking from the ground, chasing the sun and moon through space, ascending to the sky and flying in the daytime.
It's just that Cui Dongshan neither shrank nor retreated, but instead used a crappy method that made Liu Mao laugh or cry. Armored Horsemanship and Speedy Movement are the mountain magic arts commonly used by monks in the lower five realms.
Liu Mao saw Cui Dongshan solemnly writing the name of an ancient god on his forehead, then he squatted down, tied a red script strip on his leg, stood up, shook his wrist, and jumped a few times.
Then Cui Dongshan took out a talisman horse from the snow-white sleeves that looked like a "treasure box". When it landed, it was a snow-white divine horse, "Fellow Taoist Longzhou, what are you doing standing still? Turn over and get on the horse.
This is the Zhaoye Jade Lion Horse often seen in Jiang Hu Romance! It is more than ten feet long from head to tail, and eight feet high from hoof to spine. It is extraordinary and magical. It can travel thousands of miles by day and eight hundred miles by night. You and I are in a miserable state and can only
I'm relying on external things to travel, and I don't have enough Taoism to raise money."
As he spoke, the young man in white rushed forward, laughed at the top of his lungs and shouted: "You can ride on the clouds and ride on the mist."
Liu Mao rode on the talisman horse, one person at a time. They were as fast as thunder on the post road, and their figures were blurred, as if they were stretching out a white line.
Cui Dongshan ran all the way, waving his hands as fast as lightning, "Yunyan Country, ha, Shao Yunyan, we Shao Jianxian really should come here to visit."
Only then did Liu Mao realize that he had arrived in Yunyan Country.
After that, Cui Dongshan entered a county town. In the capital of Yunyan Kingdom, there were six county captains in Chixian County. Cui Dongshan put away all the magic weapons on his body, and then took back the talisman from Liu Mao's hand.
Ma, familiar with the doors and roads, walked through the streets and alleys, and finally led Liu Mao to a closed bookstore. The shop was in the layout of a front shop and a back square.
In fact, almost the entire street is filled with bookstores. Cui Dongshan stood at the door and asked: "Do you know why the entire Gyeonggi area of Yunyan Kingdom has not suffered from war or war?"
Liu Mao shook his head and said: "I don't know."
There are some great dynasties with great national power at the foot of the mountain. The court often likes to compile large series of books, often tens of thousands of volumes, as a symbol of political clarity and peace.
For example, when the surname of the Daquan Dynasty was still Liu, a voluminous imperial masterpiece was compiled, and the prince Liu Mao was the real CEO behind the scenes.
The capital city of Yunyan Kingdom has instead become a paradise that managed to escape the military disaster from beginning to end. After the restoration of the country, it hardly needed any construction or repairs.
There are different opinions among the immortal masters on Yizhou Mountain as to why the Yunyan Kingdom was able to escape this disaster. For the Yunyan Qin family, it was naturally the manifestation of their ancestors.
Cui Dongshan rubbed his hands and smiled and said: "There is less spring in the poor and shabby alleys, but the moon shines brightest in the rich and wealthy. The bookstore never sleeps, come and have a look, it will give you a long experience."
In Yunyan Country, not only official large-scale printing of books, but also private book engraving and bookseller publishing have become common practice.
Just talking about such an inconspicuous shop, a rough estimate shows that there are more than 90,000 engravings stored in the warehouse.
Cui Dongshan clasped the back of his head with both hands and said with a smile: "It's either a scholarly family or a Shilu family. It's rich in culture and self-respecting. It's Gui or Orchid, whether it's beautiful or seedling, whether it's a wise man or a scholar.
Absolutely."
"I have to inform the owner of the bookstore that he has been robbed!"
"Such a chivalrous heart is so touching that we can both sing and cry."
Liu Mao just shut up and turned a blind eye to Cui Dongshan's absurd actions and strange words.
Cui Dongshan pocketed all the carvings and asked Liu Mao to wait here for a while, saying that he was going to meet a future guest of his sect.
The boy in white clothes walks alone on the street.
Rabbits fly and crows disappear in the sky, and the world has passed through the ages.
I hope the Qing Emperor will always be the Lord and not teach the world to have fallen flowers.
In the ancestral hall of an old mansion, there are two portraits hanging on the wall, with no written names.
On top of the sacred table, in addition to the incense burner, there are also several beautifully mounted ancient books wrapped in blue and white silk.
There was a middle-aged man, his appearance was nothing out of the ordinary, but he was dressed in an unusual attire, wearing a variegated shirt, with green, red, moon white and gray and black colors mixed in.
After offering incense, he placed three sticks of incense in the incense burner without turning around. He said calmly: "Since you are a monk who went up the mountain, why did you come down the mountain to become a thief?"
On the other side of the beam, a head poked out, "The gentleman on the beam is also a gentleman."
It turned out that there was a young man with a Chinese character face, wearing white clothes. After his whereabouts were discovered, he rolled and fell to the ground.
When the young man in white fell to the ground, he seemed to have a sprained leg. His face was sullen at first, and then he couldn't bear the pain. Suddenly he lifted his legs and hugged his knees. The golden rooster stood alone and screamed.
The scribe frowned and reminded: "Quiet."
The boy with the Chinese character face patted his stomach and said, "I'm a little hungry. I wonder if there's any food here. Just white rice. No food or wine is needed. I'm the best at making ends meet."
The scribe remained silent, just watching the unidentified uninvited guest quietly.
The young man laughed and said, "But it's best to have the kind of rice that has been cooked with hard work, such as dismantling the legs of an old car. Do you have any here?"
The scribe narrowed his eyes and looked gloomy, staring intently at this young man who seemed to be speaking freely.
The young man in white put his hands behind his back and looked at a hanging portrait on the wall, "Hey, what a coincidence, it happens to be dedicated to Mr. Gong Zeng, such a high official. Let me guess the identity of this other person.
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"It is said that good paper can live for thousands of years, but what is the reality? Improper storage of books, insect infestation, mold on the paper, etc. are all minor disasters. The library is leaked, and on the way to be sold, it is buried with some pedantic scribes.
Etc., is a medium calamity. On the contrary, war and the imperial court ordering the destruction of banned books are the major calamities for books."
Having said this, the young man lowered his gaze and looked at the ancient books on the table, "If each ancient book can be passed down for hundreds of years, it will not be the protection of ghosts and gods, right?"
The young man then withdrew his gaze, turned to look at the scribe, and said with a smile: "You can be regarded as an out-and-out meritorious official. At least you have left a part of the literary fortune for Tong Yezhou."
The scribe laughed at himself: "It's just self-protection, not meritorious."
Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "Of course I'm just saying polite words to you. My husband taught me that sweet things when you go out can be used as money."
Cui Dongshan nodded to himself and said: "When you are away from home, you can do a favor and lend a hand. Helping people is worthless, so why not do it."
The scribe twitched his lips and said, "It seems that my Taoist friend has a good husband."
"If you have immortals and Buddhas at home, you will have the true way every day. If you enter Zhilan's room and the enchanting secret palace, and your ears and eyes are influenced by it, you can become a virtuous person even if you don't become a saint."
The young man in white put his hands on his waist and laughed loudly: "My husband also heard the principle of not spending money from the old people in his hometown."
The scribe said: "If my fellow Taoist has finished speaking, then I will issue an order to expel you."
Cui Dongshan waved his hand, "No, it's still early. When it comes to merit, I only talk about things but not the heart. When it comes to the heart, no one is perfect."
"It's like a butcher buying meat. When it's put on the scale, it's worth two pounds. One of them collects the money, and the other one buys the meat."
"Only when it comes to scholars doing knowledge, it is necessary to discuss both traces and heart."
Listening to the strange words of the strange foreigner, the scribe finally couldn't help but ask: "Who are you, qualified to discuss merits and reward here?"
Cui Dongshan blinked, "He has been here before, and you have seen him, right?"
The scribe smiled and asked, "It's incomprehensible and clueless. What on earth are fellow Taoists talking about?"
Cui Dongshan waved his sleeves and complained: "We are all scholars. We can eat randomly, but we can't talk nonsense. I'm warning you not to talk nonsense. I have a bad temper. Be careful and my words will become a prophecy. I really disappoint you."
No idea."
The scribe laughed and said: "No matter who you are, you might as well open the skylight and speak openly. Tell me what you have to do with me."
Because of his weak Dao roots, although his fighting ability can be completely ignored, he is really not afraid of the entanglement of a great monk and will run away if he can't beat him.
Especially in today's world, Tongyezhou has returned to the hands of the Confucian Temple.
He also didn't think that a great mountain monk would dare to act recklessly in what is now the capital of Yunyan Kingdom.
The young man took out a jade bamboo folding fan from his sleeve, twisted it with two fingers, and opened it with a snap. There were four big characters written on the fan, "To convince people with virtue."
"I took the liberty of visiting you today. I just have a small request to discuss with you."
"Fellow Taoist, please tell me."
"Fuck me from now on, I'll make sure that someone as humble as you is able to enjoy a good life."
"What if I don't want to?"
The young man turned his fan and read the same four characters: "If you don't obey, you will be beaten to death."
The scribe choked for a moment and remained silent for a long time. He sneered and said, "My fellow Taoist, your tone is quite serious."
Cui Dongshan waved his bamboo fan gently, "When he was standing here, did he say anything?"
The scribe asked back: "Are you a gentleman and sage from a certain academy?"
Cui Dongshan's eyes were sad, as if he was extremely wronged, "You're so good, why are you scolding me?"
The scribe narrowed his eyes and said, "My fellow Taoist, your words are interesting."
"You really don't recognize me?"
"I don't know it, and I don't want to know it."
"I am Dongshan!"
The scribe was stunned for a moment, Dongshan? That Cui Dongshan of Qingping Sword Sect?
After all, the monk who can find it all the way here must not be an ordinary Qi practitioner.
The Ancestral Hall in the capital of Yunyan Kingdom was temporarily established on the day when the two dragons raised their heads in February this year. It was built specifically to dig a large road. There are only a handful of people who have two seats in the Ancestral Hall, just as a common partner.
The founders were the several forces, such as the Jade Gui Sect, dedicated to Wang Ji, and a very senior but unknown ancestor who was a foreigner.
Of course, there is also the emergence of the Qingping Sword Sect, namely Zhong Qiu, the helmsman of Quan Mansion, and Cao Qinglang, the master of Jingxing Peak.
For some unknown reason, Miyu, the Great Sword Immortal who serves as the chief worshiper, actually gave up his seat in the Ancestral Hall to the young Cao Qinglang. I don’t know what the arrangements are for the Qingping Sword Sect.
Are you just not taking a great swordsman from the Great Wall of Sword Qi seriously?
Mi Yu, who is nicknamed "Mi Ban Yao", really doesn't have any grudges about this?
Cui Dongshan closed the folding fan and said with a smile: "As long as you agree to my invitation, I can promise you something in turn as a meeting gift. Believe me, that is something that you have been thinking about for thousands of years, and it will definitely make you happy."
Get what you want."
"Oh? Could it be that Sect Leader Cui can also read minds?"
"Mind reading? It's nothing. I'm better at guessing people's thoughts."
This scholar from the Yunyan Kingdom, who was born out of the literary movement, smiled and said, "Tell me about it."
Cui Dongshan said: "In the future, I will take you to the Chinese Confucian Temple to discuss knowledge with Jingsheng Xiping."
"really?"
"Take it seriously, you must take it seriously!"
Cui Dongshan smacked his chest loudly, "My husband, Na Jing and Xi Ping, we have been friends since we met at such a late age, a close friend!"
The scribe pondered for a moment and said, "Let me think about it."
Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "It should be so."
The scribe suddenly asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will collude with him?"
Cui Dongshan sighed, "You, a scrap, think too highly of yourself. The reason why I ask this is just out of curiosity. Did he shed tears silently when he was standing here?"
Cui Dongshan quickly defended himself, "Don't be angry. I'm a straightforward person, but I have a sharp tongue and a soft heart. Don't believe me?"
The boy in white took a breath, full of the smell of stinky tofu.
The scribe was speechless.
Cui Dongshan tapped his shoulder lightly with his fan and smiled.
The world of barbaric people is full of sophisticated people, but they suffer from the fact that they have no friends in the world.
It is said, just said, that many years ago, Haoran Jia Sheng, who left his hometown, once stood on Daoxuan Mountain and looked north at his hometown alone for a long time.
Cui Dongshan suddenly put his hand to his mouth, "Since we are members of our own family, I must report to you that a thief has stolen your engraving! It's hateful, let's go and beat him up?!"
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The capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, Yongjia County.
In an alley, a Taoist priest suddenly stopped, looked into a small courtyard, and let out a light sigh.
In the courtyard, there was a lean young man who was weaving a dustpan under the light of the moon. He was startled at first. When he turned his head to look at the alley, he saw that familiar face over the low wall. The dark young man was full of eyes.
His face was surprised and in disbelief, and he murmured: "Taoist Master Wu?"
The Taoist priest twirled his beard and smiled, "We met again. It was purely a coincidence."
The young man quickly put down the half-knitted dustpan in his hand, stood up and came to the low wall, and asked in surprise, "What is this, Taoist Master Wu?"
It's midnight, it's so late at night, Taoist Wu can't come here to admire the moon, right?
The Taoist priest looked around and said in a deep voice: "Recently, a monster has been causing trouble in the capital. It has a good Taoist practice and is unscrupulous. It is good at hiding and escaping. Tonight, I have been tracking the opponent's tracks all the way to this point. I never thought that I would let it escape. How dare the opponent
In the most virtuous place in the country, at the feet of the emperor, walking through the city with such arrogance and lawlessness, the poor Taoist naturally can't tolerate it. Generally, the Taoist people who know a little bit about magic are unable to deal with it, haha, but since they encounter the poor Taoist, forget it
This time I went down the mountain and went out, I didn’t turn to the almanac.”
The young man was confused.
Seeing this, the Taoist priest changed his words to a commonplace vernacular, "There is a monster that has become a spirit and comes down from the mountain to harm people. I am a poor Taoist who wants to catch the monster and do justice for heaven."
The young man's eyes instantly shone, and sure enough, he guessed it right. This Taoist priest Wu, who looked like an immortal at first sight, was by no means just a fortune teller and made money. He was really the kind of immortal who could subjugate demons!
The wall of Huangniyuan is not high, so the two sides have conversations across the wall.
The young man in the courtyard is short and thin, while the Taoist priest in the alley is slender and a head taller.
The young man was worried and lowered his voice and asked: "Taoist Master Wu, if the monster has escaped, will it harm anyone?"
"Since Pindao has appeared and fought with it, it already knows how powerful it is. It will definitely not dare to show its head in the capital tonight. It will only find a place to hide obediently."
The Taoist priest smiled casually and said: "Besides, it was only temporarily out of sight. The poor Taoist has some unique magical skills to ensure that he will capture it before dawn, and he will be sure of it. This is called escaping the first day of the lunar month, but not the 15th day of the lunar month."
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The young man secretly put his hands behind his back, rubbed his linen clothes to gain courage, and said with a shy face: "Master Wu,
Sit inside?"
The Taoist priest hummed, "That's fine, I'll just rub some water with you and drink. There's no need to boil the water. If you have a water tank, just pour a ladle of well water into it."
The young man unlocked the door of the courtyard and led the Taoist priest into the courtyard. He first asked Taoist Priest Wu to sit on the bench, and he immediately went to the kitchen water tank to ladle water. The Taoist priest was really not particular. He did not sit on the stool, but just sat down on the steps.
Over there, he gently reminded the young man that he could just take the gourd and gourd instead of a bowl. When the young man ran over, the Taoist priest took the old gourd and gourd, raised his head and drank, wiping his mouth.
After returning the gourd and ladle, the Taoist priest exhaled and said with a smile, "Thank you. Just a ladle of water."
When the young man put the gourd and ladle back into the kitchen and returned, the Taoist smiled and said, "By the way, I never asked you what your name is."
The young man did not sit on the bench. He sat on the steps like Taoist Master Wu, turned sideways, and respectfully replied: "Taoist Master Wu, my name is Baiyun."
The Taoist priest nodded, "My last name is Bai Yun? It's indeed an easy name to remember."
In Lu Chen's "Heaven and Earth", there is a sentence: "A man who has been tired of the world for a thousand years went to the immortal world and rode on the white clouds to the imperial hometown." Is this perhaps the real coincidence?
The young man hesitated for a moment and whispered: "I dare not lie to the Taoist priest. In fact, Baiyun is just my current name. My original surname was Ning, and my name was Ning Ji."
The Taoist priest was obviously a little surprised. He said with a smile and said, "Ning? It's a very good surname."
After a moment of silence, the Taoist priest praised: "If the astronomy is out of order and the wind and fog are constant, you can only get Ningji by practicing virtue and bowing. Ningji, a good name. In addition to the beautiful meaning of the literal meaning, I would like to think about the person who gave you this name."
, I have high hopes for you."
The young man was stunned for a moment, then grimaced and lowered his head. However, the young man quickly raised his head and smiled at the knowledgeable Taoist Master Wu.
This young man named Ning Ji, deep in his eyes, there is a sadness that seems to be self-pity, but also an unknown gratitude.
Chen Ping'an patted the young man's shoulder and said with a smile: "But I think that there may not be any formal expectations when choosing this name. It just means the literal meaning. That's all. I just hope that you will be safe and sound.
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For those who have passed their youth, seeing certain young people again is like seeing themselves.
Ning Ji, who could barely keep a straight face at first, immediately burst into tears after hearing these words. He lowered his head and nodded vigorously.
The young man's sorrow and nostalgia are full of moonlight, flowing like water.
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The night fog was like a gauze, and in the hazy place, the outline of a tiger appeared, with a pair of fist-sized eyeballs, shining and breathtaking.
This tiger walks silently, is huge in size, has teeth higher than humans, and is as big as an ox.
Generally speaking, there are many snakes in the mountains, but the mountain patrollers in this temple have never seen big or long insects.
Fortunately, the mountain patrollers in the temple did not see this scene. The mountain monks in the temple were all mortals with naked eyes who had never practiced magic. Otherwise, they would have been frightened out of their wits.
Yuan Huajing carried a cotton bag and said to the tiger: "You should go back first. I will talk to Master Chen about it, but whether it will happen or not will ultimately depend on your own destiny."
Famous mountains with large temples often have stories about fish and dragons listening to Sanskrit sounds.
The tiger nodded his head to the ground, turned around and left.
Yuan Huajing used the small temple on the mountain as a place to relax and escape from the summer heat, and he had known this tiger who could never reshape himself for many years.
For hundreds of years, the monks in the mountains never saw him once in their lives.
There is only one anecdote from a mountain with a long history. There was once a mountain spirit that specially protected the virtuous monk. When the monk's heart was unstable, it would roar and warn.
Yuan Huajing looked towards the mountain gate, stepped out, and his figure disappeared like clouds. When he gathered together, he was already in the temple, in an elegant and quiet guest room, with lights still in the room.
The young hermit official, who looked like an elderly Confucian scholar with white temples, held a Taoist book in his hand, opened the door, and said with a smile: "Why did Yuan Jianxian come down the mountain?"
In fact, the two sides chatted a lot during the day in the pavilion by the Juxian Cliff.
Yuan Huajing stretched out his hand and handed the bag to Chen Ping'an, "It's a native product of this place, three pounds of Polygonatum japonica. It's not respectful to express your feelings."
"It's a good thing. I've always wanted to dig it out in the mountains, but I kept putting it off until now."
Chen Ping'an was not polite and took the bag from Yuan Huajing's hand, lifted it up and weighed it, "With the bag containing Huangjing, it weighs two pounds and nine taels."
Huangjing can replenish qi, soothe the five internal organs, and long-term use can lighten the body and prolong life. Therefore, this drug is also called "Wujizhi" in medicine books. It can obtain the essence of earth, so it is also known as "immortal surplus food" among qi practitioners in the mountains.
It has always been one of the common medicinal diets of Immortal Genealogy. However, Polygonatum odoratum has very different medicinal properties in different places. Chen Pingan is actually no stranger to this. It was found in the mountains of his hometown back then. It is not a rare thing, so he is more accustomed to calling it
Preserved rice is regarded as a kind of grass to save the poor.
Yuan Huajing got straight to the point and said, "I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall unless I have anything to do. I came down the mountain all night because I have something to ask for."
Chen Ping'an raised the bag of Huangjing in his hand and said with a smile: "If someone has short hands, it's okay to just tell them. If you can help, I will help."
Yuan Huajing said: "There is a tiger in the mountain. It has been awakened for hundreds of years, but it has never been able to successfully refine its shape. It dug these few kilograms of Huangjing from the earth. I just helped to donate it."
Chen Ping'an thought for a moment, then smiled and said: "Such a mountain spirit, a supernatural being, has become stagnant in a skin and has become a weirdo. No wonder he is anxious and seeks medical treatment in a hurry."
Yuan Huajing waited patiently for the answer.
Chen Ping'an mentioned the Book of Taoism in Ti Zhong, which can also be said to be a herbal medicine book with a summary. Since ancient times, medicine has not been divided into different families.
"Since they happen to be destined for each other."
"I helped you with this."
Yuan Huajing nodded and turned to leave.
Chen Ping'an smiled and tried to persuade him: "You're already here, don't be in a hurry to leave. We have nothing to do anyway, so just chat more."
Without any explanation, Chen Pingan led Yuan Huajing across the threshold. Chen Ping'an put the book on the table and moved a chair to Yuan Huajing. Yuan Huajing looked at the extremely simple house, which was similar to where he lived.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Zhou Haijing, who completed the Earthly Branches, gave you a lot of headaches, didn't he?"
Yuan Huajing really had a headache when he thought of this female grand master, but strangely enough, with Zhou Haijing joining the Dizhi lineage, the two mountains that were originally distantly related now have a sense of the same hatred.
Chen Ping'an asked casually: "If I remember correctly, you seem to have been the official secretary of Dali Province?"
Yuan Huajing said calmly: "It's just a family arrangement. It's poetry and prose, and empty things on paper. It doesn't help people's hearts and customs. A strong man won't do it."
Chen Ping'an whispered, "Listen, this is a bit owed, do you have a back pain, do you have the ability to go out and how much."
Yuan Huajing laughed it off.
Suddenly I remembered that this young hidden official in front of me was a close disciple of the Literary Sage lineage, but he seemed to be not even a Gongsheng or a scholar?
Chen Ping'an asked: "Why did you first think of coming here to hide in peace?"
Yuan Huajing looked a little self-deprecating, and gave a vague answer that was almost unspoken, "It was an accident of God."
Then Yuan Huajing asked: "What do you want here?"
Chen Ping'an asked in confusion: "Why do you ask this?"
Yuan Huajing glanced at this guy who seemed to have a sincere face and cursed, why should he ask questions knowingly? You, the young mountain owner of Luo Luo Mountain, are just a master who can't catch rabbits and don't let go of hawks.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Could it be that Yuan Jianxian felt that what I asked for collided with the purpose of your coming here, and he couldn't fight again, so he had to go down the mountain overnight, not only to help the Taoist friend in the mountain find a way to solve the problem, but also to
Come to me and find out. The answer is yes, so you have no choice but to give up. Otherwise, Yuan Jianxian will still have a chance."
Yuan Huajing nodded and admitted openly: "I do have this intention."
Chen Ping'an said: "You won't believe me if I come here to ask for nothing, but no matter what you think, I just treat people with sincerity. There is nothing outside my heart. What I want is indeed not outside me."
There was silence between the two for a while.
Chen Ping'an was the first to speak and asked curiously: "What kind of treasure is it that deserves Yuan Jianxian's attention?"
Sensing the strange look on Chen Pingan's face, Yuan Huajing said angrily: "Whether you are a descendant of the Yuan family or a swordsman, there is no reason to take it without telling you or to take it by force."
Chen Ping'an nodded, Yuan Huajing still had some pride and arrogance.
Yuan Huajing suddenly asked: "Have you seen that chicken soup monk, the monk is so clear?"
Chen Pingan nodded, "When I attended the meeting at the Confucian Temple before, I saw this Buddhist dragon elephant from a distance, but I never talked to him."
"Then have you ever heard of this Buddhist Dragon Elephant's Three Fields Protector?"
Chen Pingan shook his head. This was the first time he had heard of such secrets. Seeing Yuan Huajing's doubtful face, he could only explain with a smile: "Believe it or not, I have learned a lot about Buddhist public cases over the years, but this
It’s really hard to explore the secrets on Mount Zhong.”
Yuan Huajing was doubtful, so he roughly explained the three Dharma protectors. The first Dharma protector of the monk Shenqing was the white horse carrying sutras, and the spread of Buddhism eastward.
The second time was in Qing Ming Tianxia. There was a far-reaching debate on Buddhism and Taoism. Many Taoists failed in the debate. As promised, they had their heads shaved on the spot, changed their sects, and entered Buddhism.
The third time I protected the path was at Dongshan Temple in Potou Mountain, where I secretly escorted a young monk down the mountain to a ferry.
When Chen Pingan heard this, he nodded slightly.
Yuan Huajing asked: "Since you are proficient in metal and stone seal carving, you must know that there is a bright red seal in the world, but there is no text."
Chen Ping'an looked solemn and said: "Of course, it is a stone pounding rice from the waist of the founder of Zen Buddhism. When he went up the mountain to seek Dharma from the Fifth Patriarch, he first entered the temple to work as a rice pounder. Because he was thin, the Sixth Patriarch had to pound rice with a stone.
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Yuan Huajing did not hide anything, but simply told the truth, "This seal is inside this temple."
This matter is extremely secretive, and there is no official record in Dali. Cui Guoshi mentioned it casually at that time, and Yuan Huajing wanted to try his luck here.
Chen Ping'an asked: "Does it have something to do with your hidden flying sword?"
Yuan Huajing seemed extremely candid, "It's not about some relationship, but the key point."
Chen Ping'an was a little surprised, but since it involved Yuan Huajing's fundamentals of Taoism, he didn't ask further questions.
He and this direct descendant of the Yuan family of Shangzhu Kingdom are neither enemies nor friends. Although they chatted a few more words today and the relationship has eased, in the end the friendship is not that good.
Yuan Huajing was silent for a long time, and Leng Buding said: "I seem to have two natal flying swords, but in fact one of them is an imitation sword, and it was made by Cui Guoshi."
Chen Pingan fell into deep thought.
Yuan Huajing asked: "I'm asking you something, and I feel free to answer it or not. Do you know clearly the path of the man who killed the dragon and the fourteenth realm of Hedao? Can you tell me?"
Just because of the existence of this sword cultivator, in the past three thousand years, all the descendants of dragons, narcissus and monsters in the world, and all those who have the hope of achieving the true dragon path, none of them dared to "cross the thunder pond half a step", like the ten thousand year old dragon in Huang Ting Kingdom
, you have been on the road for a long time, why don’t you always dare to take risks?
Isn't it because he is afraid that the sword will cross the sky and pass through the cave again?
Chen Ping'an came to his senses, shook his head and said: "It's too taboo, I shouldn't reveal the secret to you."
Yuan Huajing nodded.
Chen Pingan said: "That imitation sword is an imitation of my senior brother's natal flying sword, right?"
Yuan Huajing smiled and said, "Guess."
Damn it, it's really comfortable to imitate this young hermit official's eccentric way of speaking.
Chen Pingan didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "Yuan Jianxian just learned a little bit. There is nothing to be happy about. There is a long way to go. Let's keep up the good work."
It is quiet outside the house and there are cypress trees in front of the courtyard.