The nine hundred and thirtieth chapter borrows thousands of mountains and rivers with the princes (1
Li Sheng drank a bowl of wine in the shop and asked: "How do you say it?"
The old scholar smiled so hard that his whole old face wrinkled up and said, "This is a rare opportunity. Let me take a break from my busy schedule and have a drink. The emperor is not short of hungry soldiers."
Nowadays, in the Confucian Temple and Gongde Forest, it is actually the old scholars who are in charge of all matters. It is not too much to say that they "take some time off while busy".
Li Sheng hesitated for a moment, then reminded: "Remember not to overdo it. The Confucian Temple can't do anything to you, so I'll go find Chen Ping'an."
Very few people can be given such an additional "reminder" by the sage.
After all, the principles of ritual and sage make sense to them.
The old scholar complained: "This is too much to say."
Outsiders are still here, give me some face.
Li Sheng said: "Then I'd like to trouble Wen Sheng to give me an accurate answer. I don't want Chen Pingan to take the initiative to plead with the Confucian Temple for the next time the next time the Confucian Temple discusses things, just to help his husband clean up the mess."
The reason why Jing Sheng Xiping called him was because he was worried that if the old scholar had an impulse, no one would be able to stop him.
The old scholar said sternly: "How can I not understand this truth? Only students know the truth about what they do, but there is no truth about what teachers do and students know everything about it."
The Li Sheng said: "Drink your wine well."
The old scholar patted his chest and promised: "Of course you have to drink good wine!"
As soon as the ceremonial sage left, the old scholar crossed his legs, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to drink.
A young man in his early forties can discuss business and settle old scores at the same wine table with a ten thousand-year-old demon from the Old Throne of the Wilderness.
Guests in green shirts and hats are in a relaxed mood, chatting and laughing happily.
No matter what he said, Yang Zhi had to listen carefully, think about it carefully, and think about it again and again, hoping to chew out some aftertaste.
For the old scholar, with such a plate of wine and food, any wine table in the world will have good wine.
The old scholar picked up the wine bowl, took a sip of wine, immediately narrowed his eyes, shrank his shoulders, trembled, and smiled broadly.
Is drinking really that interesting? Of course just drinking is not interesting. It’s the people at the drinking table, not the things outside the drinking table.
Seeing the little girl who was Chaoqiu Hepo, she hesitated several times, the old scholar smiled and asked: "Is there anything you want to ask? Just ask, there is no identity at the wine table."
The old mountain god started to wink again, reminding Ganzhou not to talk nonsense.
Ganzhou was always unable to hide his words, "Master Literary Saint, why do you look nothing like the statue in the Confucian Temple?"
She heard before that the Literary Saint had restored his position in the Confucian Temple. She once sneaked out and visited the county once.
Of course we have to go to the Confucian Temple. The Confucian Saint in the portrait is an old man with a pale face. He has a towering appearance and has nothing to do with the scrawny little old man in front of him.
The old scholar laughed and said, "It's all because of Mr. Wu's poor painting skills."
The little girl lay on the table and asked curiously: "The embroidered tiger Cui Chan was so good back then, why did he betray the lineage of the literary saint?"
The old mountain god has already begun to look at his eyes, his nose and his heart.
Even Yang Zhi had to cough to remind this little girl not to be too presumptuous.
The old scholar was not angry at all. He looked at the desolate scene outside the wine shop with mountains and mountains, high and low, layer upon layer. After a moment of silence, the old scholar smiled and said slowly: "As a student, I was hurt by Mr.
A wise man cannot deceive himself, and he does not want to speak harshly to his husband, so he has no choice but to leave silently without even saying hello."
What is regret? Things that can never be obtained again and people that can never be met again are regrets.
The old scholar twisted his beard and said nothing, sighed, picked up the wine bowl, took a big sip of wine, and wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, "Our words can not only cover thousands of mountains and rivers, and create confusion, but they can also pave roads and bridges, making the willows dark and the flowers bright.
Therefore, when spending time with people who are close to you, do not say angry words, do not say sarcastic words, and do not refrain from speaking."
Gong Xinzhou sincerely praised: "The words of the literary saint are really unbreakable."
The old scholar smiled and said: "It's the experience and insights of my closed disciple, I just borrowed it for my own use."
Gong Xinzhou changed his mind and said, "No wonder Chen Yinguan became the disciple of Master Literary Saint."
The old scholar quickly waved his hand and said: "I kidnapped Chen Ping'an, a closed disciple, with great difficulty, because he is very picky about his husband."
The old mountain god only thought that this sentence was really wonderful. He was worthy of being a literary sage who had never lost a debate among the three religions.
Ganzhou asked again: "It is said that the emperor loves Yao'er, does Master Wen Sheng also love him?"
Because the girl He Po remembered the foreigner from before, who didn't look like a scholar, but more like a gangster who was accustomed to taking advantage of others.
With a wave of his hand and just one sentence, Mei Fujun was silenced.
The old scholar smiled and said: "I don't have many students and disciples, so I don't think I favor anyone in particular. Everyone has their preferences."
Of course, his own students, several disciples who entered the family, plus Mao Xiaodong and the others are all very knowledgeable, so there is no need to say anything more.
In the early days, there was Zuo Duzi when asking about swords. When it came to boxing, there was Jun Qian. Later, the person who planned the plan was Cui Chan. The person who broke the situation was Qi Jingchun.
So Chen Ping'an, who is the disciple of Xiao Qi's generation master, can be said to be the master of the respective strengths of the brothers. Of course, there may be some gaps now, but what the future will bring is worth looking forward to.
Let’s just say that nowadays, whoever sees Chen Ping’an will question that you are so and so’s junior disciple? Will he question that you are a close disciple of the old scholar?
The students are so good and outstanding that as a teacher, I am not only happy but also a little ashamed.
Ganzhou felt that Master Wen Sheng had made some grand remarks and was speaking in an official tone to him, which was not very pleasant, so the little girl took a sip of wine.
The old scholar twirled his beard and smiled, looking at the desolate scene outside the shop. The general scene, two moods, are two styles. This is probably the human heart and practice. No matter how powerful your ancient gods are, they will never have this intention.
I think it's sad to have a heart of stone and not be able to help yourself.
In the vastness of Jiuzhou, death is as important as life, so there are many customs of burial. And the vast starry sky above the heads of all living beings is probably a water burial cemetery.
The old scholar quickly put away these thoughts and said with a smile: "Brother Gong, can you lend me the sword seal?"
Gong Xinzhou quickly took out the book of seals from his sleeve and handed it to Wen Sheng. He said in fear: "I can't deserve it. I can't deserve the title of brother."
The old scholar joked: "What's wrong with this? I'm often called old."
Gong Xinzhou nodded like garlic, his face flushed, and his words were incoherent, "The little god is like Yourong, how about Yourong."
While drinking, the old scholar turned over the pages of the book, and soon turned to the last page. He saw Chen Ping'an's seal, smiled knowingly, and handed the seal back to Gong Xinzhou, "Take it well. Brother Gong will be promoted to the next level one day."
After becoming an official, you can study in the mountains and open a mansion with Meihe. As usual, you can ask for something from your local academy. Let me see, those sage books from the Confucian Temple are dead after all. Why should Brother Gong abandon the near and seek the far away..."
Gong Xinzhou said solemnly: "The little god must be properly enshrined as a treasure that holds the mountain."
The old scholar thought for a moment, drank two bowls of wine, and his thoughts were like a spring. He couldn't hold it anymore. He looked at Gong Xinzhou's temple of the mountain god on the top of the mountain and chanted a few words slowly.
Whoever has a good mountain, I would like to be a neighbor. The mountain scenery will make the sun shine and the birds will fly back together. The most spectacular peaks are everywhere, and I invite you to share the scenery.
The wall stands thousands of feet tall, its peaks hold up the sun and moon, its beautiful poles break through the blue sky, and its hands are raised close to the sun and moon. It supports the heaven and earth and allows people to see it, and opens the heaven and earth for me.
The painted clay statue of the mountain god in the temple shone with golden light for a moment. Gong Xinzhou, who was at the wine shop, immediately stood up and bowed to the Literary Saint as if receiving a decree.
This is the Tianxian spoken by the meritorious saints of the Confucian Temple.
If only one word was needed in the place of Three Continents where the old scholar and his disciples were united, they could raise the status of the gods of mountains and rivers, and instantly raise the rank of the golden and jade genealogy.
The old scholar quickly raised his hand and pressed it twice, "You're welcome, it's a trivial matter, and it doesn't raise the height of Brother Gong's statue. It's just a few nice words, a small favor at no cost."
After all, we are in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, where Yashenghedao is located, and it is not appropriate for an old scholar to act out of bounds.
The old scholar glanced at Chaoqiuhe Po. He was only happy for the old mountain god, not envious or jealous. The old scholar nodded secretly, then glanced sideways and looked up.
Yangzhi immediately understood the idea and said in his heart: "I am willing to accept Ganzhou as an anonymous disciple and teach her several water methods."
The old scholar smiled and said: "In the ruins of the Tao ancestor's alchemy furnace, there is a river woman carrying a snake mirror, and she spends all day and night with you. If this is not a Tao fate, what is a Tao fate? Previously,
When Chen Pingan reminded you of this, you probably thought it was forcing someone to do something difficult and you didn't take it seriously. Haven't you ever heard the saying, "Everything has its beginning and end, and everything has its end"? You don't want to think about why Lisheng detained you here.
, but it doesn’t restrict your freedom too much, why?”
When the old scholar said this, he drew a circle on the table, "The alternation of yin and yang is like a circle, and the circulation of personnel is like a snake. In the past few years, you have only been blaming others, and your Taoist heart has been dim, but you don't know that the sage of rites has given you an unworthy gift."
Little well-intentioned person, he hopes that you can find a new perspective here, find a new way, not in magic but in the heart of the Tao, and embark on a broader road. That is the real opportunity of the Fourteenth Realm, no longer just relying on invading the body.
As foreign objects are the way to break through the realm, you have not thought about it carefully. Why are you, the great monsters of the Wild Throne, compared to the mountain monks from the other three worlds? Because of your long life, it is so easy to reach the Ascension realm. In the end, you are among the ten.
The four realms are so difficult, what is the crux?"
The old scholar smiled and said: "First of all, you have to repay the debt. Moreover, because you have made a human form, you are not like a human being. Liu Cha is better than you in this matter. You all think he is a sword."
Because of his cultivation, he is blessed by nature, but this is not the case, just because Liu Cha’s Taoist heart has long been no different from that of human beings.”
Yang Zhi let out a faint sigh, stood up and said Wanfu to the old scholar. She was indeed sincerely grateful for the other person's advice, "Thank you, Literary Saint, for your advice."
In fact, the Old Throne was even more relieved. Finally, he no longer had to worry about being "refined" by someone one day in the ruins of the alchemy furnace.
The old scholar shook his head and said: "I'm just pointing out the direction of a path for you. From now on, your practice will still not be easy. For the sake of the drink, I might as well give you another sentence. The only thing you need to do is to resist the '拗' of your nature."
The heart of the Tao is above the two characters 'boil'."
Yangzhi is like taking a huge reassurance pill.
The old scholar was so harmonious with me. Thinking about it, in the future at the Confucian Temple, would it be like having an extra amulet for me?
Over the years, selling wine here has been like being in a drought, waiting for it to rain every day, which is not a good feeling.
This is one of the reasons why Yangzhi is willing to make a deal with Chen Pingan. As long as he has some relationship with this young man who is a hidden official, it is equivalent to becoming a member of the literary sage lineage.
As for the guardians of the Wen Sage lineage, everyone in the world knows it clearly. Especially the old scholar's love for his disciples, which is really lawless.
Besides, since Chen Ping'an is a close disciple of the old scholar, he is the junior fellow apprentice of those "monsters".
Because Yangzhi knew very well that regarding his current situation, among the sages accompanying the Confucian Temple, and even among the three leaders of the Confucian Temple, there was no objection. If the sage had not spoken, he would have only said that he had joined forces with Liu Qi to capture him at sea.
The deputy leader who killed him would definitely have killed him directly.
Unexpectedly, the old scholar said with a smile: "As you said, good deeds are rewarded, mistakes are made, good or bad, and debts must be repaid. I just say that correcting mistakes may not be easier than reaching the Fourteenth Realm. I advise you to do it early.
Be mentally prepared, lest you blame me for turning you into a ditch in the future. I have always been a good-natured person who is scolded by others, but I can't stand the good intentions and kindness of people on the road.
Those who are strong will trample on the mud wantonly. As long as I see you, I will get angry. Once I get angry, you will be responsible for the consequences. Not to mention the sage, even the most holy master will intercede for you, and it will not work."
Anyway, the ceremonial saint is not here, and the old man is nowhere to be found, so I got drunk and said a few drunken words.
Yangzhi heard these straightforward threats. She was not annoyed at all, and she did not dare to be annoyed. In any case, Wen Shengdu was still a fourteenth-level monk who restored the orthodoxy of the Confucian Temple.
She stood up on her own initiative and filled another bowl of wine for the old scholar. The old scholar thanked her and then said with a smile: "Besides drinking wine and reading miscellaneous books, you should read more serious books instead of carrying a carrying pole."
I don’t even know what the word “fall” means.”
What else could Yang Zhi do, so he could only nod his head in agreement.
Qingtong did leave her a lot of miscellaneous books for her to spend her time in.
Chaoqiu Hepo was stunned. Could it be that Master Wen Sheng was making insinuations about me?
Ever since I was a child, I have found reading boring. It’s natural. If you blame me, Master Literary Saint, who should I blame?
Gong Xinzhou noticed Gan Zhou's expression and was worried that she had misunderstood Master Literary Saint, so he immediately echoed: "A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to be courteous. A kind heart is a good thing, and beauty is a graceful one, so reading can be enough to enhance the beauty of a beautiful woman. Of course, you must read more."
The writings of the sages are like white jade that is still cold when burned, and the writing is like a red string that gets deeper when struck. Therefore, in the "On Rites", the literary sage wrote, "Song of the Qing Temple, Singing and Sighing Three Times"
The language is inspiring and thought-provoking. It echoes the saying of Master Lisheng that "the harp and harp of the Qing temple are separated by red strings". Nowadays, the so-called poetry and singing among literati and refined scholars can't be compared. It is far worse.
.”
Yang Zhi frowned when he heard this. There is an old saying that listening to you is worth ten years of studying. But listening to Gong Shanshen dragging his book bag away made him feel sour. Listening to his words really meant that ten years of studying were in vain.
The old scholar changed the way of saying it and said with a smile: "If you want to jump out of the Three Realms, you are not in the Five Elements, just reading. If you want to go to a higher level, there are no Three Realms and Five Elements in your eyes. Only after reading the book, there is no more words.
barrier."
The girl was confused when she heard this. The old mountain god was thinking about how to keep up with the flattery, but when she looked up, her expression suddenly became awe-inspiring.
The old scholar planned to drink three bowls of wine at the wine shop before returning to the Confucian Temple, so he drank the last bowl of wine slowly.
The gatherings and separations in the world are in a hurry, and we grow old every time we meet.
History is like a brazier, containing a pile of warm ashes.
All the ashes are the dead people who have been completely forgotten, and those sparks are the traces of the dead people that still remain in the world.
For example, the inscriptions on the Great Wall of Jianqi, the works handed down by sages, the poems of Bai Yesuzi, the hanging statues in the ancestral halls on various mountains, the cliff carvings between famous mountains and rivers, stone tablets, and the names of tombstones visited by descendants every year...
Hundreds and thousands of years later, all the ancient stories are still spoken and remembered by future generations.
Yang Zhi suddenly said, "Wen Sheng has received a good student."
"Such nonsense..."
The old scholar paused for a moment, drank the wine in the bowl, and said, "Listen again."
I’ve done it thousands of times and it doesn’t even bother me.”
Things don't last long, and the hall is full of friends and guests scattered like water.
Now there is a thunderbolt in the hand of a visitor, and it is easy to drive the mountains and rivers.
Old feelings can still be pursued, and the mountain wind is stirring like a rush.
How is it like a man wearing a green shirt and carrying a sword among the white clouds, overlooking the Five Mountains?
In the middle of Tongye Island, inside the Demon Town Tower, under the sycamore tree.
Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and concentrated, sitting cross-legged, as if he were sitting in a spiritual fasting room, wandering thousands of miles in his dream.
Qingtong's real body and Yin Shen have followed the young hidden official into his dream and traveled around the world. Only the burly old man in Yang Shen's body stayed where he was, fearful.
Because that Xiaomo once again showed his peak posture, condensing an ethereal statue to a height of more than ten feet, wearing white clothes and white hair, holding a sword barefoot, staring at Qing Tongyang God, occasionally glancing sideways at the towering ancient tree.
It was obvious that he couldn't trust Qingtong. If there was even the slightest difference, this peak swordsman would cut down the sycamore tree.
The burly old man said angrily: "We are already allies, but we are still just like guarding against thieves. What's the point?"
Xiao Mo held the sword in front of him, wiped the pure sword light with his fingers, and asked with a smile: "Where is the swordsman Pei Min now?"
Qing Tong shook his head and said: "After that sword-asking in the rain, Pei Min disappeared."
For some reason, Xiao Mo always felt that there was something strange in the empty Demon Suppression Building.
However, he separated his mind several times and inspected every corner of the vast building, but he was still unable to find any traces of traces.
Xiao Mo asked: "The twelve scrolls you carefully set up before were all pre-arranged by Zou Zi, and you just followed them?"
Qing Tong remained silent.
Xiao Mo asked again: "How can Zou Zi take back these twelve 'answer sheets'?"
Qing Tong remained silent.
Xiao Mo's eyes were cold, "Don't pretend to be deaf and dumb when I ask you a question. Do you want me to ask you about the sword before you say anything?"
Qing Tong no longer dared to be mute, and said helplessly: "How do I know what Zou Zi thinks and how he will do things in the future? He is Zou Zi! Zou Zi is not an ordinary fourteenth realm monk!"
Qingtong commented on Zou Zi's statement, which was almost as high as the sky.
There are only a handful of monks in the Fourteenth Realm in the world, but how can they be called "ordinary"? It is really Zou Zi who monopolizes half of the Yin Yang family, which is too weird.
Qing Tong then whispered in a low voice: "Maybe when we mention Zou Zi's name now, it will be a resonance of heaven and earth. It has already fallen into Zou Zi's ears, and he can completely ignore the isolation between heaven and earth."
Regarding taboos, in some mountain dynasties, not only the emperors and monarchs must be tabooed in books, but also family elders must be tabooed. Their names and business names must be avoided. But in the mountains, only a small group of great monks on the top of the mountain can do so.
With this kind of treatment, if a Qi Practitioner boldly calls out his name, it is very likely that he will get immediate results. The higher the Qi Practitioner's level is, just like "the louder the voice," the higher the level of the Qi Practitioner who is unscrupulous in speaking, the more likely it is that the other party will feel the connection.
Just higher.
At this moment, Chen Ping'an, who had been immersed in a dream, still did not open his eyes. He just smiled and said: "I deliberately made it convenient for Zou Zi to collect the answer sheets from the beginning. Xiaomo, remember that we just came here, Comrade Qing
What did your friend say?”
Xiao Mo suddenly realized.
Before setting up the illusion of the scroll, this young fellow asked Chen Ping'an at the beginning, "Have you ever heard of a prophecy from Zou Zi?"
Maybe from that moment on, it was like the heaven and earth spread out.
Just like an imperial examination, Qingtong is just the marking officer in the examination room. The real person who sets the questions and the chief official of the abbot examination is Zou Zi.
The test question is the prophecy of Zou Zi.
So looking back at Chen Ping'an's off-topic statement, he had already put pen to paper on the scroll.
To borrow Zheng Juzhong’s words, “It’s okay if you don’t take it seriously.”
This means that it is up to you, Zou Zi, to take it seriously or not, and to believe it or not.
Afterwards, in the twelve heavens and earth, Chen Pingan's various words and deeds, and the ups and downs of Taoist heart, whether they came from Chen Pingan's original heart, whether they were true or false, were just like Chen Pingan's rhetorical question to Zou Zi.
Since his son has already noticed it and has a way to deal with it, Xiao Mo will not bother himself.
Moreover, Qingtong's initiative to mention "" can barely be regarded as a way of leaking secrets to remedy the situation.
Xiaomo just looked at Qingtong like he was an idiot.
Qingtong was speechless for a moment, okay, I'm an idiot.
It's just you, Xiaomo, how much better than me?
Xiaomo smiled.
Unfortunately, I am a swordsman.
Thinking about things and solving puzzles are not my strengths, but when it comes to killing people with a sword, I have to be counted among them.
And in the corridor on the top floor of a palace in Zhenyao Tower.
The Most Holy Master and Taoist Chunyang stood against the railing, but they had the same identity and vision as the previous people. When looking at the future, Xiao Mo of course could not find it now.
The middle-aged Taoist priest who was respectfully called Lu Zu by Chen Ping'an held a sword on his back and praised when he saw this: "This fellow Taoist Xizhu has a very sharp spiritual consciousness."
The Holy Master nodded and said: "None of these peak sword cultivators in the Ascension Realm are vegetarians."
When Master Chunyang heard Chen Ping'an's words, he was quite surprised for a moment and couldn't help but sigh: "Just like a layman wandering in the mountains in rainy and snowy weather, if he is not careful and his steps slip, he will lose his footing on the cliff and be shattered into pieces.
.Such a intrigue with Zou Zi is dangerous."
The Holy Master smiled and said: "This is what Kou Ming said, 'Whatever you find will be natural, and what you understand will be solved by itself.' Of course, it can also be regarded as the old scholar's saying, 'Those who know themselves do not blame others, and those who know their fate do not blame heaven.
', to put it more bluntly, it's nothing more than drying clothes in the morning and going out to collect clothes on rainy days, but if... you forget, just forget."
Master Chunyang still wanted to spread the word about these few words, and took the opportunity to ask the Holy Master more about the roots of the Three Teachings.
However, the Holy Master seemed unwilling to talk about this anymore. He changed the subject and asked with a smile: "You have been wandering around the Qingming world for a long time, so you didn't secretly go to the Jade Emperor City to listen to Kou Ming's preaching?"
In the hazy vision, I could vaguely see that earlier, a Taoist priest was drinking alone under the sycamore tree. The sun was setting and the wind was cold, so his friends were not coming, and the shadow of the sycamore tree was completely gone.
This middle-aged man has attained the Tao and is very true, and he has the charm of "a jade tree faces the wind, and a big tree attracts the wind".
Taoist Chunyang said with a smile: "I have attended it three times, but each time I have been accompanied by Master Lu."
The Holy Master said: "Because Lu Chen had already anticipated what would happen in the future, he was still worried that you would return to Haoran in the future and take away too much of Qingming Tianxia and Bai Yujing's Tao Qi."
Chunyang Taoist said: "If Lu Chen had never left his hometown, he would have at least created one and a half more Longhu Mountains for Haoran."
The Holy Master smiled and said: "I am lucky to gain it, but I am destined to lose it. Flowers blooming outside the wall are also blooming."
Taoist Chunyang sighed: "Taoist Lu Chen's heart is unpredictable, but he is only willing to look at this senior master with admiration."
According to what Lu Chen said back then, his master was a Taoist and natural, almost one. The higher the Taoist, the greater his fighting ability.
As for Lu Chen, he had the same high regard for the senior brother who took over as his master and took over as a disciple. He never concealed that the reason why he left Haoran and went to Qing Ming Tianxia was just to ask questions to the Grand Master Bai Yujing.
Before arriving at the Kou name, Lu Chen had many praises for him, "The suspicion is that he rushed away from the void and was not imprisoned by heaven and earth."
"Yi, my shoulders are scratched and I'm traveling on the great road"...
Lu Chen has even been threatening to write a book and biography for his senior brother.
Probably in Lu Chen's eyes, senior fellow apprentice Kou Ming exclusively holds the title of "real person".
Therefore, after Lu Chen became the third master, he always only called Kou "senior brother" to the two senior brothers in Bai Yujing, but he would call Yu Dou "senior brother Yu".
In addition, Lu Chen also has some odd bits and pieces of words about this senior brother, which others still cannot understand, such as Tiangen, one becomes seven, seven becomes nine, returns to one, dummy...
When Taoist Chunyang traveled to Bai Yujing for the first time, Lu Chen had just become the Taoist disciple.
At that time, Lu Chen was still relatively "young and energetic", and he told Master Chunyang that the Taoism of the world originated from the Taoist ancestors, continued to be popular among the bandits, flourished in me, Lu Chen, and would become a great spectacle in the future and return it to the world.
Lu Chen has always played with the human world, and likes to talk to ordinary people about common language, and to the masters, he talks about words that would scare the people in heaven.
By the time Taoist Chunyang visited Bai Yujing for the second time, Lu Chen had successfully reached the fourteenth realm, and had the "Five Dreams and Seven Hearts" that no one had ever seen before or since.
In fact, the fellow Taoist who traveled to the Jade Emperor City with Master Chunyang at that time was Master Bai Gu, one of Lu Chen's incarnations.
Chunyang Taoist guessed that one of Lu Chen's great avenues, such as the Seven Heart Symbols beyond the Five Dreams, was most likely reborn. The Tao was discovered in the words of the great leader Kou Ming: "One is the beginning of transformation, and one is the beginning of transformation."
seven".
Although this kind of thing is rare in the mountains, there are indeed some precedents, just like the predecessors proposed a certain hypothesis that seemed to be hanging in the air, it was absurd, a loft in the sky, and then someone actually made it happen.
The Most Holy Master patted the railing and said slowly: "If Kou Ming had been born a few years earlier, he wouldn't have dared to say that he would be one of the top ten tycoons in the world. He would definitely have a place among the candidates."
There are two theories in the world about the origin of Taoism that first created the "Boundless Man". One is from the Western Buddhist country, tracing back to the theory of "nothing", and the other is from Bai Yujing.
Teach Kou Ming to "walk above all things, walk on empty space as if walking on solid ground, and sleep on empty space as if you were on a bed."
And because of this theory, some enlightened Taoists in the Qingming world, who have reached high places and have a far-sighted view, always feel that the Taoism taught by Master Bai Yujing often "seems to be related to Buddhist scriptures" and occasionally "is similar to Confucianism."
It's just that out of respect for the Grand Master, they would naturally not express this idea that was suspected of being disrespectful to the outside world, and would only mention it a few words during casual chats among their friends on the mountain top.
There is a widely circulated fantasy novel in the Qingming world, written by an unknown person, called "Shu Yi Zhi". It says that in ancient times there was a Taoist man who often traveled around the world calmly riding the wind on the first day of spring, and returned to the wind on the first day of autumn.
In the caves, when the wind blows, the vegetation in the world will grow; when the wind blows away, the vegetation in the world will fall.
This tall old man who looked very powerful turned around and asked with a smile: "Do you think that if there is something like the Ten Greatest People in the World in the future, the ten young people in the world and the ten candidates who were selected by Zou Zi, in total,
There are twenty-two people, how many of them can be on the list?"
Chunyang Taoist thought for a moment and said: "In Pindao's opinion, at most 20% can be included in the review. And before that, there will be a battle that has different fates. It will not take a thousand years, and it will be difficult to settle.
Except for Ning Yao from the Colorful World and Fei Ran, the co-leader of the Wilderness, because they are already justified, no one else dares to say that they will definitely win."
The implication is that only four or five young people can successfully join the fifteen or sixteen people on the "top of the mountain".
Chunyang Taoist's words actually have a deeper meaning, that is, among the fourteenth realm monks in the world, some will definitely fail.
In addition to this, some monks who have reached the Ascension Realm will step up and join forces, which will also squeeze out a few places.
The Holy Master joked: "Chunyang Lu Yan, you have to be counted as one, right?"
Taoist Chunyang shook his head and said: "Pindao is a Sandan person, so he won't join in the fun. He wants to find a great path from a small place."
The Holy Master didn't seem to find it strange at all, and asked: "Just because you feel that the Supreme Way cannot be begged for love, so you plan to kill the love thread with the sword of wisdom? Have you chosen the dojo?"
Chunyang Taoist nodded, "After you have chosen, you are afraid that you will not be able to get it, and you will fall into it, and you will never recover. So you may need the help of the Holy Master to choose someone to protect the road a little, and only say a few words at the critical moment."
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The Most Holy Master smiled and said: "What a coincidence, what a coincidence, as the old saying goes, what is far away is yet so close?"
Lu Yan was a little helpless.
It's not that he is dissatisfied with the choice of the Holy Master, but once he chooses this person, he will probably have to give something. It's not that he feels bad about this "something", but that he has reached the level of Lu Yan's cultivation.
When people look at the matter of forming a relationship, no matter whether it is good or bad, it is actually quite troublesome.
Lu Yan said: "Rong Pindao, let's take a look again?"
The Holy Master said: "What are you saying? It's as if I'm forcing you to nod. It's something that both of you must agree to. If you take a step back, even if you agree, I won't ask Chen the same question."
It’s all about safety. If he doesn’t agree, how can I force him?”
The heavy rain was pouring, and someone wearing a bamboo hat and a green coir raincoat was walking along the river. When he encountered a mountain peak, he only needed to tip his toes, and his figure was as erratic as a wisp of blue smoke, and he reached the top of the mountain in an instant.
This Qiantang River, named Zhejiang in ancient times, is divided into two sources, the north and the south, with many tributaries. At this moment, Chen Ping'an is standing on the mouth of Qililong. The old Qiantang was long Caoyong, and now Baopingzhou Qidu Linlibo, Taoist temple
The location, nearby, is an ancient broken secret realm called Feng Shui Cave. It is rumored that it is full of dragon energy, and it is the place where many ancient Shu dragons collect their corpses and bury them. However, now the dojo has several layers of interlocking deceptions.
Ordinary Earth Immortals, even if they are proficient in the art of geography, will only try to beat the wall in circles, even if they have a good map in their hands, and will not be able to get in.
Chen Ping'an deliberately restrained his Qi, suppressed his fists, and let the rain beat on him. He held up his bamboo hat and looked at a prosperous county town. There were many shops on the shore and many guild halls were built for merchants from the same village to do business.
For resting and discussing business, in addition to various merchant ships docked on the shore, there is also a kind of flower boat called a wild rice boat. According to the local county records, there are nine fishermen with nine surnames living on the water. They are all lowly and are not allowed to participate in the imperial examination and are not allowed to wear shoes ashore.
Even when they disembark from the ship, their clothes and clothing must be distinguished from the common people. Just like at this moment, just by looking at the umbrella in their hand, the identity of the boat owner can be clearly distinguished.
The entrance to the old Jiao Dojo is different from other Xianjia caves built in secluded mountains and deep water. Its "mountain gate" is actually near the county government office, just at the Xuanmiao Temple and Zhaode Temple in the northwest corner.
between.
Qing Tong lifted a corner of the power fence, glanced at the other side, and said softly: "It is rumored that this old Qiantang dragon has a violent temper, and he can control it fiercely."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "The rivers in the world each have their own water nature, just like being born as a human being with a nature brought from the mother's womb."
For example, in Hongzhu Town, where the three rivers converge, the water of the Yuye River is unpredictable, the water of the Chongdan River is strong, and the water of the Xiuhua River is soft. As for the water properties of the main Qiantang River, only those poems about the spring tide are proof. Cao
Before Yong became a Nascent Soul, he used extremely strict methods to manage the waters under his jurisdiction. He often fought with the neighboring river gods who were enthroned by the imperial court in the early days. He often killed hundreds of thousands of aquatic creatures and damaged hundreds of miles of crops.
Sensing the strangeness in the world, an old man named Gunfu strode out of the dojo with great momentum and stood outside the Xuanmiao Temple. He was tall, with deep eyes, sharp outlines, a beard and a beard, and was wearing a gold-infused Gun jade robe.
Uncle Dadu Linli, whose true form has been staying in the Feng Shui Cave almost all year round, narrowed his golden eyes, held the jade belt around his waist with both hands, and looked at the touch of green on the top of the mountain.
By using his natal magical powers, he could see things that ordinary Qi practitioners could not see. He could only see the man in green shirt on the top of the mountain, his face was blurry, and there was a woman wearing a power fence beside him.
Cao Yong said loudly: "Since fellow Taoists are here, why do you still want to hide your head and show your tail? Are you so shameless?"
Before he could finish his words, he had already used his magical power to condense the rain from the sky into a stream of water, transforming into a long green dragon that was a hundred feet long, heading straight towards the doggy couple on the top of the mountain.
How dare you, on your own territory, with a Duke of Dadu who is equivalent to the Jade Pu Realm, use this... mirage secret method?
But the next moment, Cao Yong's mood became solemn. He saw the green-shirted man just raised his hand and used an immortal magical power similar to the sun and moon in the Qiankun pot in his sleeve. He directly put the water dragon into his sleeve without saying anything, and then changed it.
The hands shake the sleeves, leaving the left hand in and the right hand out, as if pouring all the water from a river into the rolling river at the foot of the mountain.
Qing Tong was a little gloating. In this dream, Chen Ping'an was God. You, a jade-level water dragon, have long since lost the advantage of being in control of the small world. How can you fight with it?
Chen Pingan took a step forward, shrunk down the mountains and rivers, and came straight to Cao Yong. He took off his bamboo hat, cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Junior Chen Pingan, I have met Uncle Linli."
younger generation?
After Cao Yong saw the other party's appearance clearly, he was quite surprised, especially the self-effacing address given by the other party.
The two parties have never met each other, and there is no incense and affection at all. Why should they lower themselves to such a low status and perform the courtesy of a junior?
Cao Yong suppressed the doubts in his heart and returned the salute with his hands, "Cao Yong has met Chen Yinguan."
Cao Yong turned sideways, stretched out his palm, and said with a smile: "Yin Guan please."
A small door appeared in the cave, with four golden characters "There is a Different Cave" on the door and a couplet.
A hole in a cave reveals a cave within a cave. The sky beyond the sky becomes the sky beyond the sky.
Qing Tong looked through the power fence, glanced at the couplet, and said softly: "A hole in a hole, see a hole in a hole. The sky is beyond the sky, and the sky is beyond the sky."
But Qing Tong quickly changed his words, "In the cave, you see the cave in the cave. Beyond the sky, the sky becomes the sky, the sky is outside the sky?"
Cao Yong smiled and asked: "May I ask this fellow Taoist, is it Ning Jianxian?"
Chen Ping'an choked on his words for a moment.
Within the power fence gauze, Qing Tong also rolled his eyes fiercely, what kind of look does this old dragon have?
No wonder it is now a half-empty world.
Cao Yong knew that he had made a mistake, so he just pretended that he had said nothing and led the two of them into the Feng Shui cave.
Inside the cave, the three of them walked through the corridor and saw the white jade beams and pillars, the sapphire steps, the coral bed and the water curtain, the amber bridge with glazed door lintels... all the treasures of the world are here.
The only flaw is that in this Feng Shui cave, although the spiritual energy is abundant and thick as water, there is no one there, not even the talisman puppets, making it look lifeless.
After learning the young Yin Guan's intention, Cao Yong did not rush to express his position. He just asked: "Why did Yin Guan come to me?"
Chen Pingan said: "We have a senior in Luopo Mountain. He taught me and my disciple Pei Qian most of the boxing skills. He and Mr. Cao are old friends who have never known each other before fighting."
Cao Yong thought for a moment and asked tentatively: "Is that Cui Cheng?"
It is not difficult to guess that in the mountains and rivers of Aquarius Continent, the pure martial artist who can teach Chen Pingan and Pei Qian is either Da Li Song Changjing or Cui Cheng who has been missing for many years. In addition, Chen Pingan is from the lineage of literary saints, and Cui Cheng
Cheng's grandson, Xiuhu Cui Chan, once had the identity of a disciple of the Literary Sage lineage, which is obviously more likely than Song Changjing. Moreover, Chen Pingan said that this person is a stranger to him, so he can only
It could be Cui Cheng.
As expected, Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.
In fact, Cao Yong, as the Elder Jiao of Qiantang, could have reached the Yupu realm a hundred years ago. However, at that time, the waters of the Qiantang River encountered a severe drought that had never happened in a thousand years. Cao Yong had no choice but to reveal his true form and pull the sea water.
It poured water into the Qiantang River, which brought a sweet rain. This kind of behavior is tantamount to behavior that goes against one's own path, that is, because there is no immediate boss, so the old Jiao "just" suffered a loss of three to five hundred years.
If Dao Xing's fate had been set three thousand years ago, or ten thousand years ago, Cao Yong would have gone to the Dragon-Slaying Stage where he would have been skinned, cramped, and his head removed.
Before this, Cui Cheng didn't think highly of the irascible Chief Qian Tang. He once went to Cao Yong's house to find Cao Yong because of a turmoil, and had a fierce interrogation.
After that, Cui Cheng's impression of Cao Yong changed, and he took the initiative to visit again, not asking about boxing, but just... asking about wine.
However, Cui Cheng was teaching boxing at Luoluo Shanzhulou, and he and Chen Pingan never mentioned anything about the past, not even once.
On the contrary, it was only when the old man came to Nuanshu and Xiaomili that he lost all pretense and was willing to take the initiative to chat with the two little girls about his early travels in the world.
According to Pei Qian, Sister Nuanshu listens carefully every time. Xiaomi Li is amazing. When she hears some stories that have been told once or twice, she shakes her head vigorously and says the next sentence without giving any face.
, I’ve said it, I’ve said it, let’s change it to a more exciting and frightening landscape story... the old man never disappoints Xiao Mili in the following story. Of course, Xiao Mili’s support is also amazing. I was shocked when I heard it.
At first glance, there will be countless exclamations.
Chen Pingan introduced to Cao Yong the Taoist friend next to him, Taoist name Qingtong, from Tongyezhou.
Naturally, Cao Yong had never heard of this person, so he just thought he was some outsider who didn't show his face easily.
The first words Qing Tong spoke made Cao Yong look at this person more highly.
"Uncle Linli, it seems that I had a good relationship with Taoist Chunyang."
Cao Yong did not think that this was some unspeakable secret, and nodded: "I was once fortunate enough to hear a Taoist man named Chunyang explain the "Fire Sutra". With this, I achieved a small degree of enlightenment and was able to become a Nascent Soul. Unfortunately, Chunyang
The Taoist’s kindness in preaching has never been repaid.”
When that foreign Taoist was preaching to Cao Yong in Feng Shui Cave, the Great Way appeared, his witty words were like pearls, and a rain of fire fell.
After being tempered by this fire and rain, Cao Yong walked across the river very easily and smoothly, just like a Jinshi master who was named on the gold list of the imperial examination and turned around to take part in a government examination or even a county examination. Of course, it was a trivial matter.
Already.
After Cao Yong learned about the relationship between the young Yin Guan and Cui Cheng, he agreed to the favor of the stick without hesitation.
Cao Yong suddenly asked: "We have another guest coming. There are two groups of people in one boat. They are all my old friends from Shuifu. Master Chen Shan, would you mind meeting together?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's up to you."
In fact, Chen Ping'an noticed the whereabouts of that group of people earlier than Cao Yong.
In a small boat on the river, there were three Qi practitioners from other continents and two local water gods from Aquarius Island.
Seeing Chen Ping'an being so polite and considerate on the side of a water dragon, Qing Tong was a little embarrassed, wondering why Mr. Yin Guan didn't have the slightest intention to do as he pleased.
Naturally, Cao Yong didn't know the inside story, so he still took the lead in introducing the identity of the passengers on the boat to the young official.
The two water gods are both Lake Lords who are qualified to open mansions. One has his seat at Qingcao Lake near the Qiantang River, located near Longyou County and Wushang County. The female Water Lord is named Zhuxiang.
Another Lake Lord, named Wang Xiangjin, ruled at Biluo Lake in Nadangtu County.
The other three are not local monks from Aquarius Continent. Among them is Chen Zhenrong, who comes from the Chen Confucian family of Nanbosu Continent and is good at painting dragons.
In addition, there are two female monks from the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth named Qin Buyi, and a man who calls himself Luoyang Muke and is a Baofengzhai.
Those three foreign monks had actually been here as guests before. It was just Chen Zhenrong's impromptu idea that he wanted to visit Longyou County. In ancient times, it belonged to the land of Gumen and was set up as Taimo County. Later, several times
The name was changed and finally it was named Longyou.
The heavy rain is pouring and the sky is dark. The tourists sit in danger and return to the boat to go alone.
There was a small black-topped boat undulating in the river, with white raindrops jumping into the boat. It looked like it was about to capsize at any time.
There were five people on the boat drinking, talking and laughing freely. Naturally, they were all enlightened men and immortals.
The chatting is also related to practice, but everyone has his own opinion. It means that there are a total of twelve realms under ascension, which realm is the most critical.
Some people say that it is the Liuren Realm among the lower five realms. It was first created by Liu Qi and then someone widened the path, allowing monks to reach the sky in one step.
Some people also say that it is the Dongfu Realm, the first level of the Five Middle Realms. The reason is that when it comes to our cultivation, it is difficult to say that there are more than hundreds of roads under our feet. There are side ways, crooked ways, and many divergent roads. But the root cause is just opening the door.
There are two things about closing the door. When the door is closed, the body and Taoist mind are all secluded in the mountains. Once the door is opened, thousands of feet of red dust and red dust are rolling in. It is also a practice, which is different from the Mahayana and Hinayana of Buddhism.
Some people also say that the most important one is to view the sea. When a practitioner starts climbing a mountain, this state is like looking at the sea from a building. The state is not high, but it is the most powerful level. They only said half of the sentence passed down by the anonymous person:
"Nine continents in the middle, like a snake coiled in a mirror" is such a broad field of vision. Many realms after that, even the upper five realms of Yupu and the Immortal Realm, are higher and higher, but in fact they still cannot be compared with it.
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Seeing that Chen Ping'an did not reject the matter, Cao Yong took him and fellow Taoist Qingtong out of the cave and came to the shore to greet the boat that was about to dock.
It was windy and rainy, and the day was like night. The three of them didn't need to use any tricks.
After the five people on the boat saw the three people on the shore, for a moment, the fragrance was swirling around. A woman with a graceful figure, naturally able to break the water without any rain gear, floated to the shore and looked at the man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat.
, her face was actually a bit shy, she stretched out her fingers to stroke her temples, her eyes were shining, and she said softly: "The water house is deep and deep, located in a corner, the little god is obscure, the wind and rain on the temples, it is terrible to see."
Qing Tong clicked his tongue in his heart.
Chen Ping'an lowered his head slightly, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "I have seen Mr. Zhuxiang Shui of Qingcao Lake."
The king of Biluo Lake is Xiang Jin, who has a slender figure, but is covered with a mask. When he came ashore, he saw the green-shirted guest, like a scholar meeting a scholar. He bowed and saluted and said, "Mr. Chen was made to laugh."
Wang Xiangjin was a weak scholar before his death. He had no fame and was not a hero on the battlefield. He was the most typical kind in the strange novels. He had deep blessings and fate. By chance, he married into the Dragon Palace Water Mansion in the old Biluo Lake as his son-in-law.
Before Long Jun died, he was inferior to Wang Xiangjin. Because of his gentle appearance, Long Jun was worried that Wang Xiangjin would not be able to subdue the water monster, so he gave him a ghost face. After wearing it, the red face and fangs looked as ferocious as a yaksha. It was a water magic treasure that made the son-in-law
Wearing it during the day and at night can not only assist in spiritual practice, but can also intimidate the heroes. After succeeding to the position of Sui Lord, the statue of his god has a ghost-like appearance, and the same is true for the other gods accompanying him in the temple.
Chen Ping'an bowed in return and said with a smile: "I've heard the name Biluo Lake Shuijun for a long time."
The Chinese female cultivator who carried a wooden spear and wore a poplar sword on her waist, and Bao Fangzhai, who looked dull, just nodded to the young hermit official, and Chen Ping'an also nodded in greeting.
The old man named Chen with rosacea smiled heartily and said: "Master Chen, are we distant relatives?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I can calculate it, but I just can't do it."
The old man joked: "No wonder Blacksmith Ruan doesn't like talking about you the most."
Chen Ping'an smiled as usual and didn't say anything.
The old man suddenly asked: "Earlier, a few of us were on the boat talking about which of the twelve realms was the most important. What did Master Chen think?"
Chen Ping'an looked serious and said: "They are all important."
The old man was stunned for a moment, then gave a thumbs up, "Better see you!"
After that, Cao Yong asked them to go to his house first, while he had to send the young hermit official a journey through mountains and rivers.
Before Chen Pingan left Qililong, he asked Uncle Linli whether the matter was feasible.
Lao Jiao held the jade belt around his waist with both hands and said with a calm expression: "It is a matter of course for a man of the Tao to attain the Tao."
After obtaining Lao Jiao's consent, Chen Ping'an waved his sleeves. The wind and rain suddenly stopped for a moment, and golden light dots turned into a long golden river and poured into his sleeves.
In history, there were more than 1,000 literati and poets who left more than 2,000 poems.
The poems and lyrics recorded in local and county annals, with hundreds of thousands of words in them, seemed to be "stripped out" from each book upon receiving an order.
When Cao Yong saw this vision, even though Chen Ping'an and fellow Taoist fellow Qing had left, they still stood there and could not recover for a long time. He was filled with emotion in his heart. He never thought that in addition to swordsmanship and boxing skills, young Yin Guan also had Taoist skills.
So impressive.
In the corridor, Lu Yan asked: "Has the Holy Master met Zou Zi before?"
"We met, and we chatted for a while. In the end, Zou Zi and I had a hard word, 'Eat at the same table, each has his own bowl.'"
The Holy Master nodded, "Because I told Zou Zi first, 'You are a fortune-telling Yin-Yang magician, so don't bully our Confucian disciples.'"
Taoist Chunyang found that the Holy Master beside him seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on his face, and he managed to hold back his laughter.
Taoist Chunyang asked: "The most holy master, what did you see...the future scene?"
"After looking at the past, I saw all the cultivators and all the ordinary masters. Each of us, standing on this earth, is like a... mountain peak. Without exception, we are all standing tall with the sky and the earth.
Everyone has his or her own level. No matter what happens to us, even if we lower our heads or bend down, we still have our feet on the earth and our backs on the sky."
The Holy Master smiled and said: "As for the future, if you don't tell them after seeing through them, it won't work if you tell them about them."
There are countless subtle trajectories, creating countless blurry pictures, but eventually they overlap at a certain place and converge into one.
The clouds and mist between the sky and the earth dispersed, and someone could vaguely be seen leading the way, followed by several figures, gradually climbing higher.
But before that, the Holy Master saw something unusual.
The Holy Master couldn't help but slap the fence and laugh.
The scene flashed away. It was the ancestors of the three religions who went to the old site of Lizhu Cave together. At that time, in the small town, among the three of them, only the Taoist ancestor met Chen Ping'an.
Daozu and Chen Ping'an walked side by side towards the clay bottle alley.