Chen Lingjun didn't dare to pat that person on the shoulder. He couldn't go away, and he just didn't roll around. The old master had no choice but to give up and let Chen Lingjun take him out of the town. He neither went to the Immortal Tomb nor the Wenwu Temple, but just took a detour.
The Longxu River, the stone arch bridge, and finally the ruins of a small temple similar to a pavilion.
Chen Lingjun asked tentatively: "The Holy Master, the tall old Taoist immortal from the Taoist sect before, has his realm reached a very high level?"
The old master nodded, "It's very high. If the realm is not high, Taoist ancestors will not teach him Taoism. Moreover, this Taoist friend has been a great benefactor to our human race in his early years, so the ritual sages have formulated the rules that are consistent with the earthly branches."
Among the twelve zodiac signs, it ranks very high. It’s just Taoist friend’s bad temper...forget it, talking about right and wrong behind one’s back, it’s not kind.”
Chen Lingjun was worried, "But it sounds like you are having a bit of a feud with my master?"
What should I do? I definitely can't beat the old Taoist. The Holy Master also said that he would be frightened when fighting with the Taoist ancestor. So no matter what, he doesn't take advantage of it.
Nonsense, of course I and the Holy Master are in the same camp, and you can't turn your elbows outward. What does it mean to be a gangster? It means two gangs fighting and fighting in groups. Even if there is a huge disparity in the number of people and your own side is small and destined to be defeated, you must accompany them.
My friend stood still and refused to run away when being beaten.
Earlier, the old Taoist mentioned the Lotus Root Blessed Land, and judging by his tone, he had suffered losses and lost face there.
Regarding the blessed land that was renamed Lotus Root Blessed Land, Chen Lingjun only knew that Pei Qian and Cao Qinglang, as well as the old cook and Mr. Zhong, all came from this Feng Shui treasure land with outstanding people, but none of them liked to say more about their hometown.
Chen Lingjun was too lazy to ask more questions about the matter, so he always mistakenly thought that the Lotus Root Blessed Land was a low-ranking land in the past. There were not even many Taoists, let alone earthly immortals, so it could cause any trouble.
Who would have thought that a guy who was called a Taoist friend by the Taoist ancestors would come out? He is so shameless. Fortunately, he is always kind and kind to others, and he mentioned too much about the green grass in his own mountains. Otherwise, this stupid account would have hurt his little arms.
I can't carry it off my calf.
The old master shook his head, "Actually, that's not the case. Back in Ouhua Blessed Land, this fellow Taoist quite recognized your master's conduct in life, especially his heartfelt words, which were just right to soothe people's hearts."
Chen Lingjun was relieved, puffed up his chest, and laughed and said: "My master, I have always had a good relationship with the elders. As for me, I can learn from others, so I can make do."
The old master smiled and said: "I'm not very good at things like eldership. When I took my disciples to study the world, I met a fisherman and couldn't cross the river by boat. Looking back, I was still very energetic at that time, not
Delighted by the great road."
Chen Lingjun bravely said: "My master took Baoping and the others on a study tour in the Sui Dynasty. They had mountains and water all the way. My master and the woodcutter knocked on the door to stay overnight. It was quite smooth."
The old master asked: "Jing Qing, you have been practicing Taoism with Chen Ping'an for many years. You have a lot of books on the mountain, but you have never read Master Lu's Fisherman's Chapter. You don't know the origin of the idea of fighting in separate courts. You once scolded me, 'Master, you still have an arrogant look.'
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Chen Lingjun looked embarrassed and said: "I have finished reading the books for my master. I only know how to practice diligently every day in Luopo Mountain, so I haven't paid attention to it for the time being."
The old master smiled and said: "I still need to read more, so that I can pick up the conversation when chatting with others."
Chen Lingjun pecked at the rice, nodded vigorously and said: "From now on, I will definitely read and practice at the same time."
Every time I go down the mountain for a stroll, I often go to the Confucian Temple in Huaihuang County to offer incense and kowtow to the Holy Master!
Chen Lingjun hesitated for a moment and asked curiously: "Can I ask the Buddha about his Dharma?"
The implication is that I want to ask you whether the old man can beat the Buddha.
The old master stroked his beard and smiled and said: "You can condense the entire world into a speck of dust, and you can pick up a flower to transform the world of mountains and rivers. What do you think of Buddhism?"
Chen Lingjun sighed, and without stopping, he subconsciously patted the old master's sleeve. It's okay. Fighting is a bad thing, so it's better to fight less.
The old master didn't take this seriously and asked casually: "I've been here for a long time. Is there anyone you don't like?"
Chen Lingjun retracted his hand angrily, and simply imitated his master's practice of covering his sleeves with his hands, so as not to behave similarly rudely again. After thinking about it, he didn't really hate anyone. It was just that when the Holy Master asked, he had to give an answer, so he chose
A relatively unpleasant guy appeared, "Ma Kuxuan from Xinghua Lane is not particular about what he does and is far worse than my master."
The old master naturally knew about Zhenwu Mountain Ma Kuxuan, but he did not say whether this young man was good or bad. He just smiled and revealed the secret to Chen Lingjun, giving the inside story of an old incident: "Over there in the wild world, the puppets were driven to move
The old blind man from Shiwanda Mountain was once very disappointed with us, so he took out a pair of eyeballs and threw them into Haoran Tianxia and Qingming Tianxia respectively, saying that he would watch with his own eyes each of us become the same as the gods we once were.
That kind of existence. Of these two eyeballs, one was taken to the Lotus Flower Blessed Land by the old temple master and given to the Shaohuo Taoist boy. The rest stayed with Ma Kuxuan. Old Man Yang stayed with Ma Kuxuan in his early years.
It’s not a small bet.”
The old master said with emotion: "At that time, the old blind man only said that he was the best in appearance. Chen Qing was far worse than him, but both of them were stubborn, stubborn and bad-tempered."
As he was talking in a hurry, Chen Lingjun remembered something, "Actually, there are still some people I hate, but there is nothing to say. I am an unreasonable womanizer, and I, as a grown man, can't do anything to her. She is the one who is unjustly accused."
Pei Qian killed the woman who killed Bai Goose and insisted on paying her. Pei Qian finally paid for it. At that time, Pei Qian was actually quite sad. But at that time, the master was traveling and was not at home, so he could only hold it in.
In fact, when Pei Qian just went to school, he would go back and forth on the way to and from class. He really liked to chase away white geese, but every time he would let Xiao Mi Li carry some rice bran corn in his pocket. After the trouble, Pei Qian would give it a big hand.
She waved and immediately threw a handful of millet grains in the alley as a reward to those she called defeated."
The old master nodded, "I want to be sad."
In the earliest glorious era when a hundred schools of thought contended, the Mohist school was the most prominent school in the world. In addition, there was the Yang-Zhu school, which became unknown in later generations.
"Then there was an important turning point that later generations didn't pay much attention to, that is, Yasheng asked the ceremonial saint to return to the Confucian Temple in China from the outer world to discuss the matter. In the end, the Confucian Temple's performance was to suppress the Yang Zhu School and not let the entire world follow the path.
This school of learning moved forward, and then came the rise of the Lesser Sage, who accompanied him in the Confucian Temple, and then the Wen Sage, who proposed that human nature is inherently evil.
In fact, many of the founders of various schools of thought were very critical of this, believing that the sages were worried about their own Tao, "etiquette and rules," and that they were incompatible with the "individual freedom" advocated by the Yang Zhu School.
Conflict, they felt that there was indeed an invisible battle between the order of the world and individual freedom. Therefore, many people believed that Li Sheng agreed to Ya Sheng's proposal out of selfish motives.
The Lisheng, who has never been a big fan of drinking, rarely took the initiative to seek out the Holy Master for a drink that time. However, when he was drinking, the Lisheng didn't say anything and just drank.
Of course the old master knows the reason. It is not that the Yang Zhu School, which advocates "everyone for himself, as a matter of course", is not good. If it were not good, it would not become a famous school in the world. It talks about life and death very openly and thoroughly, and talks about valuing oneself. It is even more unique and extremely unique.
It is novel and the tenet of "Don't be burdened by things and don't hurt foreign things" is also excellent. It's not that this school of knowledge is close to Taoism, it's just that this line of knowledge will one day spread like a river pouring into the world.
If it becomes the way of the world, it will make all the people walking on this road, all of them, become more and more extreme. This involves a more hidden dispute between human heart and divinity.
The old master asked: "Jingqing, what does your master think of the Yang Zhu School?"
Chen Lingjun thought for a while and replied honestly: "My master has never mentioned it, but I heard the big white goose say that it is a kind of chaotic refinement, which is not good. It is harmless and beneficial for a group of people to study this way."
In the world, if everyone is like this, they will all be short-lived."
If it weren't for Cui Dongshan's nonsense, Chen Lingjun would have never heard of the Yang Zhu School.
Chen Lingjun has always felt that Dabai Goose is a drunkard, the kind of person who can talk drunkenly even if he doesn't drink.
The two of them walked along the Longxu River. Along the way, the Holy Master knew everything about him. Chen Lingjun walked a little unsteadily, "The Holy Master, you have talked so much with me today. You must feel that
I am something that can be made, right?"
The old master smiled and said: "What's the truth?"
Chen Lingjun said with a sincere look on his face, "You are so busy, but you are willing to chat with me all the way."
The old master answered the question: "Every person you were yesterday is our biggest supporter today."
"Jingqing, why do you like drinking?"
"Ah? Do you need a reason to like drinking?"
"Right."
"Holy Master, can I ask you a question?"
"sure."
"What kind of person are you most afraid of at the wine table?"
"He's the kind of guy who gets drunk on his face."
Oh wow, it really can't stop the Holy Master! These words immediately hit my heart.
Chen Lingjun continued to ask tentatively: "Which sentence bothers you the most?"
"It's because you're saying that drinking alcohol will harm your character. I'll do whatever you want with me."
Oh, oh, oh, oh, the knowledge of the sage master is indeed remarkable. Chen Lingjun admired it from the bottom of his heart and grinned: "I didn't expect that you, old man, are still experienced."
"Jingqing, let me ask you, what do you think is poor?
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"All money but no knowledge?"
The old master glanced at the kid in green clothes beside him who started to swing his sleeves.
Chen Lingjun immediately put his hands on his sleeves again and changed his words: "You are a cruel and evil person who is rich and unkind?"
The old master smiled and said, "Just tell me what's on your mind."
Chen Lingjun breathed a sigh of relief, and was exhausted from thinking about it, "That means you have no money in your pocket, you are too poor to afford a wife, you are a bachelor, you have to find people to buy wine on credit, but no one is willing to lend you money, you are too poor to save face, and this
To save face, you have to hide and hide, as if you can't see the light, and then snap, and in the end, the little face you have left is trampled to pieces by someone casually one day, and you can only wait until everyone has dispersed and others have finished watching.
It was so lively that I dared to find a chance to pick it up from the ground."
"that's it?"
"You only dare to doubt the world, but don't dare to doubt yourself?"
The old master nodded and gave two answers, especially the latter, which was a bit unexpected. He asked with a smile: "Did you think about it at the wine table?"
Chen Lingjun felt a little embarrassed, raised his sleeves and rubbed his face, "How can that be possible? I was really drunk at the wine table. I don't know how high the sky is. I followed the master to the mountain. I was too lazy. I also like to make excuses for myself.
Fazi wanders around all day long and likes to go down the mountain to the town to relax. Don't blame me, Holy Master. I said before that I was diligent in cultivation. Damn it, I just eat on the mountain and drink on the mountain. Fortunately, the master is watching.
In his eyes, he never cares about me. The master doesn’t care. How can other people have the nerve to care about me? The Holy Master, I’m really not bragging. No matter who we are in Luopo Mountain, we all respect the master from the bottom of our hearts.”
The old master raised his head and glanced at Luopo Mountain.
Apart from an uncommon name, Lunwu, there is actually nothing weird about it.
But this is the biggest weirdness.
The old master asked: "When Chen Pingan bought the mountain, why did he choose Luolu Mountain?"
Chen Lingjun chuckled and said: "There is a saying here. I heard Pei Qian secretly say that back then, the master first fell in love with two mountains, one was Pearl Mountain. It cost very little, just a gold fine copper coin, and the other
This is the Luolu Mountain where our Patriarch Hall is now located. The master spread out a map of the mountainous landscape at that time and didn’t know what to choose. As a result, a bird happened to fly by and dropped a piece of shit on the map, which happened to fall on it.
On Luolu Mountain, haha, I laughed to death..."
The old master smiled and asked: "Is there an old saying in the small town?"
Chen Lingjun rubbed his face vigorously and managed to hold back his laughter, "The master is really willing to say anything to Pei Qian, the founder of the disciple. The master said that when the old man Yao, the master of the kiln, took him into the mountains to find soil, he said
There are supernatural beings in the mountains and rivers, and there are gods three feet above the head. Anyway, my master believes in this the most. But the master also said it back then, and he later speculated that it might be the intention of the national master."
The old master nodded. Chen Ping'an's guess was the truth. It was indeed Cui Chan.
Of course, abjection is not a good word, but if it could be given a definite word, the meaning would be completely different.
The reason why Cui Han spun out Cui Dongshan, who had an out-of-control personality, was that in addition to the big plans that had come to light, he actually hid a more interesting method, which was to use another self, maybe to use one or two key words.
Opening a certain kind of restriction is like a letter from home, sent to yourself in the future years, to help remind yourself at what stage, moment, node, what should be said and done. Just like Taozu walked out of the Lotus Cave this time
, after leaving Qing Ming Tianxia, he 'talked to himself' early, and had different questions and answers with some destined people who he had already seen the future, but who had not come to him for the time being. They all evolved in the cave, and were meticulous.
By inference, it has been settled long ago.
Haoran Xiuhu, this time invited the founder of the three religions to sit down. One person asked, and the three dispersed.
Of course, this does not mean that Cui Chan's mind, Taoism, and knowledge are higher than those of the founders of the three religions.
It's like the founder of the Three Religions has thousands of choices. Cui Chan said that the path he helped choose can be proven to be the most beneficial to the world. This is the undoubted contingency. Then you three,
To go or not to go?
When he reached the stone arch bridge with no more hanging swords, the old master stopped and looked down at the river. Then he looked up slightly. Beyond the green cliff by the river in the distance was the place where the straw-shoe boy and the ponytail girl met for the first time.
Fish, one watches people catch fish.
How many small fish are swimming happily in the clear water, fighting for the fish to transform into a dragon, and the eternal dragon gate is seen again in the world, with purple, gold and white scales vying to jump.
Chen Lingjun sat down on the edge of the bridge, with his feet dangling in the air and his arms folded across his chest. He raised his head and asked, "Holy Master, what were you looking at inside the house over at Mud Bottle Alley?"
The old master clasped his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "A child who was frightened by poverty and panic, in order to survive, dried the fish and ate them all, leaving nothing behind. He ate them completely and wiped them clean, quietly."
A helpless child in Mupin Alley, he first learned how to cook medicine from the drugstore clerk, then learned how to climb mountains and water from Liu Xianyang, and then learned the art of porcelain firing from old man Yao of Long Kiln, and learned boxing from boxing manuals.
I learned to write by relying on Lu Chen's prescriptions. After leaving my hometown, I still looked at the world cautiously. I continued to learn from others how to behave in the world, and learned as many skills as possible. Every kind of recognition from the heart, every time
Careful self-realization and self-cultivation are both a kind of silent growth. At the same time, he will do his best to continuously give back to the world. The young Chen Ping'an once told others that he will learn everything good, and in the end
, even Wu Shuangjiang and Zheng Juzhong’s art of dismantling all things and human hearts is still being learned by the young hermit officials in their forties, and Chen Ping’an will probably be like this in the future.
The old master looked at the river and asked: "The term "world" was first used in the Buddhist language "Jie". What if we follow the interpretation of the word "World" by our Master Xu?
Chen Lingjun said with a mournful face, "Holy Master, don't glance at me again, I definitely don't know."
The old master raised his finger and pointed at the fields beside the river, and said with a smile: "The fields are a place where crops are grown, with criss-crossing roads. The old scholar once said that people are born with desires. If you don't get what you want, you can't stop asking for it. Ask for it.
But if there is no division between measures, we have to fight. Listen, is it a very clear line? So the final conclusion is that human nature is inherently evil, which is where etiquette comes from. The knowledge of the old scholar is still very real.
, and if you were the ceremonial saint, wouldn’t you be happy to hear that?”
Chen Lingjun felt extremely ashamed and said, "Holy Master, I haven't studied enough. I don't understand anything you ask. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Books don't last long. There will be plenty of opportunities to read them in the future. Don't read them in vain."
The old master patted the little boy in blue on the head, and after comforting him, he also gave a word of advice, "The journey is not far from the people, don't suffer in vain."
Chen Lingjun was confused and didn't care. He would remember what he heard before speaking.
The old master said kindly: "Jingqing, you can go about your business on your own, there is no need to help lead the way."
Chen Lingjun plucked up the courage and asked, "Would you like to go to Qilong Lane for a drink? My master is not at home, I can help him drink a few more bowls."
The old master shook his head and said with a smile: "Drinking now is not a good thing. Don't be obedient when you get an advantage. This is a good habit. Don't worry, I'm not talking about you, but us Confucians."
Chen Lingjun took a few steps back and bowed respectfully to the Holy Master. Then he turned around and ran down the stone arch bridge. He did not dare to directly ride the wind and return to Luopo Mountain. He planned to go to Qilong Lane to meet Brother Jia for a drink to calm down his shock.
The kid in green clothes had already run far away. He suddenly stopped, turned around and shouted loudly: "Holy Master, I think you are the most powerful. I don't understand how powerful you are. Anyway, it's just... this!"
Chen Lingjun raised his arms high and gave a thumbs up.
The old master smiled and nodded, which was very comforting.
Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things, time is the passerby of hundreds of generations, and we are also travelers on the road. Sad and bitter? Strange and fortunate.
Crossing the water to look at the flowers, I arrived at Jun's house without knowing it. I said goodbye and thanked you.
The old master bowed to the whole world to express his gratitude, which was also a farewell.
A Taoist monk walks against the wind and flies high towards the sun and moon, which is calm and good.
People in the world pursue freedom because they are not free, hoping that next time the sea of hardships will turn into a field of blessing, everyone will have enough food and clothing, and the sound of books will be heard everywhere.
Finally, the Holy Master took a look at the back alley in the town.
The small alley is called Mud Bottle Alley.
Heaven is moving in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly improve himself.
A flower blooms from the mud. Isn't it wonderful to make a vase with your own mind and the flower blooms outside the vase?
I believe that the other two people traveling through the town also view that one in the same way.
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The old temple owner glanced sideways at the mountain road, and it looked like a white cloud falling from the green mountains.
In addition, there was a female martial artist walking down the mountain. The young man in white was circling around the woman, shouting, jumping, and performing clumsy fist and kick moves.
The woman was probably used to it, so she turned a blind eye to his troubles and went down the mountain, walking around and throwing punches.
The old patron was too lazy to look at Cui Dongshan anymore. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and there were two more things in his hand, a token talisman sword cast by Longquan Sword Sect, and a safe and sound plaque issued by the Great Li Punishment Department. The marks were rough and the carving work was rough.
Rustic.
As for where these two things came from, God knows.
The old temple master held the talisman sword with both fingers and squinted his eyes to examine it. Sure enough, it contained an ancient sword technique that was not easy to detect. Qi practitioners with insufficient realm were destined to not be able to see through this.
As for what is meant by insufficient realm, of course it means that it is not enough for the Fourteenth Realm Qi Practitioner or the Ascension Realm Sword Cultivator.
It's just that the sword skills are incomplete. If you want to make up for it, maybe
Five or six talisman swords are still needed. However, regardless of the price of the talisman swords, as long as someone has the intention to do this, it will be a hugely profitable business. How can you make money? This sword technique alone is enough.
The key to allowing a swordsmanship sect to gain a firm foothold in the world is that the threshold for this technique is low. As long as you are a swordsman, you can practice sword training step by step without having to be very qualified. In terms of killing power, the rank of the sword technique is not high.
But it is stable to practice. Therefore, the larger the sect, the more it values this type of Taoist secrets.
Cui Dongshan jumped up high on the steps, turned sideways, and settled down beside the table. He shook his two snow-white sleeves, looked up and said to himself: "Autumn is about to come, the autumn wind clears the autumn moon.
Ming Dynasty, the autumn clouds are full and the sky is empty, and the autumn water falls on the lotus."
Then he put away his gaze, first looking at the old cook, and then at the old spectator who was no stranger to him. Cui Dongshan said with a playful smile: "The autumn water is coming, and hundreds of rivers are flowing into the river. It is so vast that it is difficult to distinguish between cattle and horses."
Zhu Lian laughed it off, saying it was a bit unworthy of a beating.
Cui Dongshan turned his back to the table, sat down on the bench, raised his feet and turned around, asking: "The mountains and rivers are far away, the clouds are deep and the roads are secluded. Where did the old Taoist master come from?"
Zhu Lian was eating melon seeds, thinking that he was an old patron, so he would probably hit someone.
The old temple master sneered and said: "Everything in the world has cracks. Everything you see in your eyes, even the invisible golden body of the god, even the Taoist heart of the cultivator, is not a complete one. This path,
There is no way to go. No matter how hard you Cui Chan spends his life, you still can't find it. It is doomed to be in vain, otherwise why would the founder of the three religions come here. If Tao and One were a real thing, wouldn't it mean that the world would be turned upside down again."
Cui Dongshan complained: "What a bastard, I am Dongshan."
The old spectator laughed.
Cui Dongshan shook his shoulders and muttered words, like a master in a school, "Besides, is the Tao close? The eye cannot see eyelashes. Is the Tao far away? The truth is when you touch it. The sage is close? The sages are haunted. The sage is far away? The understanding is
god."
The old temple master smiled and said: "Back then, Cui Chan still looked like a scholar. If you had been this virtuous back then, Pindao can guarantee that you won't be able to leave the Lotus Root Blessed Land."
Cui Dongshan patted his chest, as if he was scared.
The old patron took a sip of tea and said, "If you know how to be a daughter-in-law, you can hide it from both sides, but if you are not a daughter-in-law, tell both sides. In fact, it is often difficult to hide things from both sides."
Wiping the table with his sleeve, Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said, "Senior, what you said is inappropriate."
Seeing that this guy continued to act stupid, the old spectator turned to look at the woman walking along the steps and asked: "Is this the boxing disciple you selected?"
Zhu Lian smiled and said, "I'm not a registered disciple. Besides, if a woman learns my three-legged cat skill, it won't be beautiful."
The old temple owner disagreed and asked the woman: "Your name is Cen Yuanji?"
Cen refers to a small and high mountain, describing the appearance of mountains, rocks, cliffs and steep banks. Yuanji is a secular brocade machine, and poets have a metaphor for moving the shadows of flowers.
Lu Chen always does whatever he wants. He likes to fish for big fish for a long time, but it doesn't matter if he can't catch it.
Whether it's Shirou from Qilong Lane or the golden robe that comes from all the twists and turns, it's just like it only wants a willing person to take the bait, and doesn't care about the broken fishing lines or the swimming fish that eat the bait and run away.
Cen Yuanji just stopped at the gate of the mountain. She knew the importance. An old Taoist priest who could make Mr. Zhu and Cui Dongshan take the initiative to go down the mountain to meet must not be simple.
For some reason, the old Taoist looked as usual, but Cen Yuanji felt extremely stressed. He cupped his fists and said, "In reply to the Taoist priest, this junior's name is indeed Cen Yuanji."
Zhu Lian smiled and said, "Why are you trying to scare a little girl?"
Cui Dongshan waved his hand, "Crush some millet seeds with some melon seeds."
The little girl in black immediately got up from the bamboo chair, trotted over to the table, took out all the remaining melon seeds from the cotton satchel, but there were not many, "Here, little senior brother."
Cui Dongshan patted his head and asked: "Right Protector, is that all?"
When Xiao Mili heard the name changed by the big white goose, he took out a large handful from his sleeve pocket with a straight face.
Cui Dongshan nodded, "The right protector is generous!"
The old temple leader asked Zhu Lian again: "What about the swordsmanship first path? Are you planning to choose from the embryos of sword immortals in the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"
The same old temple master, Taoist Master Sun from Daxuandu Temple, encouraged Lu Chen to become a Taoist and simply reincarnate as a sword cultivator. This was not entirely a joke, but was purposeful.
Of course, with Sun Huaizhong's temper, if Lu Chen really wanted to become a sword cultivator, he would probably have to become the lowest-ranking Taoist boy in Xuandu Temple no matter what. He would call himself "ancestor" several times a day, or else he would be hung on a peach tree.
beat.
Zhu Lian smiled and said: "How can I have the nerve to teach others swordsmanship? Otherwise, I will mislead others."
If any of the Haoran sword cultivators were thrown into the Ouhua Blessed Land, they would all be worthy of being sword immortals.
In the history of Ouhua Blessed Land, there are also some deeds of earthly immortals recorded by officials and unofficial historians, but there is no evidence to check. Zhu Lian, in addition to accounting books and construction, also started to compile official family history books, and has seen many unofficial official and unofficial histories.
What kind of earthly immortals spit out sword pills from the mouth, flash white light, and take the heads of people thousands of miles away. But in my hometown, even these rumors about ghosts and monsters have nothing good to say about the lineage of sword immortals. What does it mean to live forever?
The great way of martial arts is just a side skill, and the art of flying swords cannot achieve the great way. But in the final analysis, Zhu Lian's martial arts path really comes from books. This is exactly the same as Jia Sheng, a great scholar in the world, who did not have a teacher.
Tong, self-taught by reading alone, but one is cultivation and the other is martial arts.
When Zhu Lian first began to travel around the world, he also traveled far and wide with a sword, visiting famous mountains and rivers, visiting immortals and asking questions.
Another one, hiding his hidden thoughts, Zhu Lian wanted to know the boundary of the world. If the sky is really a round place, no matter how vast the world is, there will eventually be an end, right?
Xiaomi Li didn't go far, with a shocked face, he turned around and asked, "Can the old cook still play with a sword?"
Zhu Lian waved his hands and said: "What swordsmanship you know? Don't listen to the polite words from such guests. It's far behind Pei Qian's crazy swordsmanship."
Cui Dongshan lowered his head and ate melon seeds, "Millet, you don't know, right? Our old cook takes off his apron in the kitchen, goes out, and shows off his sword. It's pretty cool. He's famous in the arena of Lotus Flower Blessed Land.
Very often, it is said that the long sword of the noble master Zhu Lian is wrapped with the charming emotions of women, which cannot be compared with Yu Mi. I don’t know how many female heroes in the world have devoted their lives to practicing swordsmanship just to compete with the old cook.
field."
Cui Chan once followed an old scholar and traveled to the blessed land of Ouhua, and learned a lot about the customs and customs there.
Xiaomi Li quickly covered her stomach with one hand, pursed her lips hard, and said vaguely: "The old cook was once a nobleman."
Zhu Lian said with a smile: "It is a thing of the past for a good man not to mention his former bravery. All affairs in the world are spread by rumors, and the more rumors spread, the more doubtful they become."
Xiaomi Li nodded heavily, hummed, turned around and ran back to the bamboo chair, grinning, just to take care of the old cook, and didn't laugh out loud.
The left guardian from Qilong Lane had just wandered to the entrance of the mountain. He raised his head and glanced at the old Taoist priest from a distance. He immediately turned around and ran away.
The old viewer took a look and thought it was a pity that Ruan Xiu had changed his mind for some reason, otherwise he would have almost followed the old saying, a toad swallows the moon and a tengu eats the moon.
Sui Zuoyou came from another mountain with a sword. She did not sit down because she wanted to ask the God of Lotus Root Blessed Land about her husband's affairs.
The old temple owner said to her: "Tell Chen Ping'an that the survival of Tongyezhou Golden Summit Temple does not matter to me, but I must keep that Shao Yuanran. As for the Ni Yuan hairpin, you only need to tell him and give it away."
Jin Dan, he is free."
The legal tradition of the Jinding Temple comes from the Lou Guan sect of Taoism, which "knots grass into a building and watches the stars and the aura". As for the Ni Yuan hairpin that supports the grass in the blessed land of Yunku, it is just a chess piece thrown out of the blessed land by the old temple master.
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Sui Youyou was about to speak but stopped, but in the end, he still didn't say a word.
Zhu Lian helped to relieve the siege and took the initiative to nod his head and said, "What's the problem? It's just a message."
The old temple leader asked: "Why is Jiang Shangzhen from the Jade Guizong not on the mountain?"
Zhu Lian smiled and said: "We should have stayed in the mountain and went to Tongye Continent together, but our Chief Zhou became more and more angry, so he sneaked away to the wild world."
Sui Sui caught Zhu Lian's look, and she left silently and went to Xiaomili.
The old temple leader looked around and sighed, "When it came to spreading the Taoism, I never thought that in the end, you Confucians would take advantage of it the most. Yu Dou would probably be very angry."
Once the founders of the three religions spread Taoism at the same time, academies, temples, and Taoist temples are everywhere, then the world of Haoran, which is relatively most accommodating of the other religions, will naturally receive the most gifts.
While preaching, the founders of the three religions will join hands to visit the ruins of the old heaven. Of course, this huge problem will not be left to others.
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "It's best to be angry to death."
The old temple leader said softly: "Just one thing, when there is no longer a fifteenth realm in the world, but there are already fourteenth realms, how will you treat the monks who have the opportunity to become the fourteenth realm?"
Cui Dongshan nodded, "The situation is going to change. There will be bad and good. Anyway, I am more inclined towards the latter now."
The old temple owner asked: "Now? Why?"
Cui Dongshan said seriously: "My husband is here."
The old temple master turned to look at Zhu Lian, one of Lu Chen's Five Dreams and Seven Appearances, maybe even the second.
Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Senior, what do you think I do? I'm not as handsome as my young master."
The old temple master chuckled and said, "It's such a good place. It's a worthwhile trip for a poor man. The family tradition is very upright."