After walking in the snow, his beard and hair were all white. Master Changyuan returned to the temple, shook off the traces of snow, and then told Master Gongsun some key points about what he had just encountered. Especially the saying of "The Chosen Son",
Even Gongsun Zhenren rarely heard of it, but in the end he felt that it was vain, delirium and unrealistic, so he gave up as soon as he heard it.
However, after the sound of the flute that night, in order to ensure that the temple was safe, Gongsun Zhenren summoned several Taoists who had completed Taoism in the temple on the grounds of "gathering spiritual energy and cultivating the roots of Taoism" to draw pictures on cinnabar yellow paper.
Sixteen spiritual talismans were produced and attached to the eight directions of the Taoist temple, which greatly improved the effectiveness of the protective circle.
Changyuan Zhenren thought deeply, so naturally there were some things that he did not tell Zhenren Gongsun. For example, Miss Liu's demonic identity was something he couldn't talk about, for fear of causing Zhenren Gongsun to be jealous and take some inappropriate measures. Besides, he had already agreed with him.
Gongsun Zhenren agreed that the flute sound that night was caused by Changyuan Zhenren watching the snow late at night, and doing it casually to prevent the Taoist in the temple from making random speculations and causing panic. But there must be a reason for Miss Liu's visit late at night. If it is really
The "Chosen Son" has come. Could it be that the "Chosen Son" is in the view?
Changyuan Master sifted out a few names in his mind: Jiang Feng, Huang Shuo, Guan Huer, Sun Hunian... He also thought carefully about the daily words and deeds of several Taoist boys, and compared them with the suspected "heavenly ones" he had encountered.
Compared with the children of "Chosen Son", there was always something missing, but it was hard to tell for a while. After thinking about it for a while, the sky turned from black to blue, so I pressed my thoughts and sat down to rest.
The snow alternated between heavy and light, carried by the north wind, and continued for three days. All classes in the Taoist temple, except for boxing, were moved indoors. Yang Zhaoxi got up every morning and rushed to Ziji Palace with Guan Huer and others.
After listening to Master Gongsun reciting sutras with other disciples, he only bowed to Master Changyuan and went back to his room to practice Kung Fu. After all, he hadn't listened to Master's lecture for several days. Fortunately, Master was afraid that he would force him to do everything.
To achieve it quickly, he warned him in advance that "cultivating Taoism requires perseverance, haste makes waste", "every day will make a pawn, but the merit will not be wasted" and other words, so that he calmed down the anxiety and emptiness in his mind when he first learned Taoism.
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It was a snowy day and the weather was beginning to clear. Master Changyuan summoned Yang Chaoxi, and together they went under the ancient trees behind the temple to recite scriptures as usual. It was slightly different from usual days, but Master Changyuan brought a volume of the "Tao De Zhen Jing" with him today.
It has turned yellow with age, showing that it has been treasured for many years.
After Master Chang Yuan finished explaining the meaning of the sutra, he handed the sutra over: "Xi'er, you and I have become masters and disciples, and we should devote ourselves to teaching. But now that the rebellion has begun to subside, and the world is unstable, being a teacher is not without worries.
People should go out of their way to assist the new king. If the world is peaceful, then the people can have a living. This volume of the "Tao De Zhen" is for the teacher's self-cultivation. There are some annotations by the teacher for your reference.
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Yang Chaoxi was a little strange, thinking that the master was going to teach some powerful Taoism, but after hearing what he said, she couldn't help but ask: "Is the master going to leave?" Changyuan Zhenren turned sideways and clicked.
nod.
Yang Zhaoxi has been without a father since he was a child. He has never met such a friendly, gentle, calm and knowledgeable man. Even though Guan Shibo often taught him martial arts, he was mostly strict and punishing, and rarely spoke words with sincerity and truth. Therefore, he only spoke with words.
Calling him master, he was like a father in his heart. Now that he knew that master was about to leave the mountain, he thought about it and felt reluctant to leave. He couldn't help but burst into tears with "Wow——".
Changyuan Master's eyes showed a rare radiance of kindness. He hugged Yang Chaoxi's little head in front of him and said with a smile: "Although I am a teacher, the relationship between master and disciple remains. Masters who are successful in practicing Taoism in Shangqing Guan.
There are also a few people who, no matter who they practice with, have the same Taoist mind. After the secular affairs are over, we still have a long time to get along." After speaking, he squatted down and looked at Yang Chaoxi's wet and red face, "
Furthermore, if I have done well in my deductions these past few days, you should also be a 'Chosen One'. If you are willing to practice hard, your future achievements may be far better than those of my teacher."
Yang Zhaoxi cried for a while and then gradually stopped. She had kept the master's words firmly in her heart. Although she had no idea about the "chosen son", she heard the master said it solemnly, so it shouldn't be anything.
Bad thing. In the afternoon, I went to see Guan Hu'er, and Niu Pang'er was fighting on the chessboard. The two were very happy to regret the chess game, and they almost had a fight. After watching it, I went to see Sun Hunian painting.
I saw that the outline of a fox was mostly completed, and all that was left was coloring and inscription.
Yang Zhaoxi ran around for half the afternoon. Although his mind was full of interest, his heart was always empty. Master Changyuan had already gone down the mountain after lunch, but it was senior brother Zhu Jieran of Guanzhong Dianzao who told him. It seems that the master was afraid that he would cry again.
, and then left quietly.
Walking aimlessly in the temple, he unknowingly came to the Jing room where drums, harps and zithers are usually played. The Taoist priest who taught the art was not there, and there was only a harp and a zither, standing there alone. Yang Chaoxi was thoughtful.
, he sat down in front of the guqin, thinking about the sound of the flute that night, and played it intermittently.
This "Folding Willows" was originally a farewell piece, so it didn't matter if he wasn't proficient at first. But he didn't have anything to do, so he played it blankly for more than a dozen times. Eventually, it became very smooth, and the melody was lingering.
The feeling of abandonment slowly penetrated into the mind, tears hit the strings and scattered into more broken water drops, and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped...
During the days when the mountains were closed by heavy snow, the Taoist temple was a lot more leisurely, so I had a lot of time to spend on things I liked or didn't like very much. During this period, I closed the big stone and Niu Chong came twice, just to send some sugarcane.
Beans, millet and newly harvested mountain products. He also specifically told Yang Zhaoxi and others that all their relatives at home were well, and that they had enough food, firewood, animal skins and blankets for the winter, so that they could practice Taoism with peace of mind and not to worry too much.
Yang Zhaoxi and the other four Taoist boys sent Guan Dashi and the others down the mountain with their eyes red, but their back legs were already laughing and doing their own thing.
After Master Changyuan left, Yang Chaoxi naturally went with Guan Huer and the others to study under the Taoist priest Chengxuzi. Chengxuzi was a tepid person, upright and peaceful. Many senior brothers said in private that he was like a Confucian scholar.
He lost a bit of the aloof demeanor of a Taoist. Later, by chance, Yang Zhaoxi boldly asked Gongsun Zhenren for confirmation on this matter, but received a positive answer.
The past of Taoist Chengxuzi was not a very private matter. Most of the people in the audience knew it clearly, but no one mentioned the tragic past. The real name of Taoist Chengxuzi was Han Fengqiao. He failed many times in his early years.
, and later returned to Luoyang Prefecture to study as a master. During the Jizhou Rebellion, his family was slaughtered by bandits. He escaped alone and took refuge in Shangqing Temple. Later, he had no home to return to, so he stayed in the temple.
After graduation, he became a Taoist. After Gongsun Zhenren finished speaking, he also earnestly warned Yang Chaoxi to always be the beauty of others and not to offend others. Cultivating Taoism is to seek the way to the best and never go in the opposite direction.
In the dream, the world is vast, and the sun and moon are long in the mountains. The long winter seems to have left in an instant, and the snow on the mountains is gradually disappearing. Willow buds and speckled primroses have popped up on the farther hillside. Suddenly, there is a sound of spring thunder,
Several old swallows frightened back, and the grass on the ground couldn't wait to get out. The spring rain fell, the breeze was soft, and the best season of the year came so quietly.
Yang Zhaoxi and other four Taoist boys were on farm leave at this time and had packed their bags. After saying goodbye to Gongsun Zhenren, Taoist Master Chengxuzi and others, they followed Guan Dashi and Niu Chong towards Yangliu Villa. All the way home.
Like arrows, the four little Taoist boys chattered nonstop, vying to follow Guan Dashi. Niu Chong talked about all kinds of interesting things about learning arts in the Taoist temple, with a brisk and cheerful pace, and the sounds of birds singing in the mountains and forests, especially
A joyful spring scene.
The villa was near, and from a distance they saw Lu Qiuniang, Zhang Xiang'er, Sun Niangzi, and Zhang Carpenter, standing under a willow tree at the entrance of the village. The four Taoist boys rushed up to meet each other, and they laughed again.
Tears of love.
Since it is the farm holiday, there are some practical farm lessons that need to be done. For the family, it is a necessary help; for the monks, it is also the word "realization". So Guan Huer followed his father into the mountains.
During hunting, Niu Pang'er was hired by the carpenter Weng Zhang, and Sun Hunian followed Madam Sun to work in the terraced fields...Only Yang Chaoxi had nothing to do. He was fed and fed by Lu Qiuniang for several days, but he failed to do any decent farming work.
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In the evening, mother and son slept together. Yang Zhaoxi talked about some things in the audience, and Lu Qiuniang listened quietly. Occasionally, she asked Lu Qiuniang what kind of person her father was, and Lu Qiuniang tried her best to smile and told him that Yang Sanlang was a
Yang Chaoxi admired such a brave and resourceful soldier who fought for the country.