At this time, the white dew is on the road, the plain moon is flowing in the sky, and misty wispy clouds are lingering in the sky, protecting the waxing moon behind it, like a well railing on the Guanghan Palace.
Gongsun Zhenren raised his eyes and looked at the moonlight, and then said: "On August 15th, the 'Duanzheng Month', there will be a grand gathering in the Taiwei Palace in Luoyang City. Most of the fellow Taoists from Taoist temples inside and outside the city will also be going. Since you are coming,
I'm a swordsman, so I'll go with you, maybe this will be a good opportunity."
Yang Zhaoxi also had a young mind. He usually stayed in the temple and lived the same life, which was indeed a bit boring. When he heard that he had the opportunity to go down the mountain for a walk, how could he not be happy? He kept saying: "Disciple is willing to go! Thank you, the master of the temple, for your help.
...Anyway, I have to thank the visitor first!" I felt that thanking him was not enough, so I bowed my hands again.
Gongsun Zhenren did not stop him, but smiled broadly: "Whether it is swordsmanship, fists or kicks, after all, it needs to be polished through actual combat in order to master it. On weekdays, you just trade moves with me, and the opponents you know are also
It’s just me. But I can’t underestimate the heroes of the world! This time I went there, talking about scriptures and Taoism was naturally the main theme, but there were many Taoist temples in Luoyang city, and disciples from all walks of life gathered together to compare and compare, but they couldn’t.
Avoid it. Since you are new to learning our swordsmanship, you must be eager to try it out, so you can apply what you have learned and prove it. Victory is gratifying, and even if you are defeated, it can help you check for loopholes and fill in the gaps, and draw inferences from one example."
Yang Chaoxi knew that Gongsun Zhenren had actually given him careful consideration, and he was grateful. He cupped his hands and said, "Observe the master's teachings! I understand!" Gongsun Zhenren smiled and accepted his courtesy. The two of them talked about some sword moves.
I just went back to take a rest after finishing my work.
I have clear expectations in my heart, but the days seem to slow down. The step-by-step Taoist life used to be measured in days, but for Yang Zhaoxi now, it seems to pass by hour by hour. It is obvious that it does not stop.
He was doing various things all over the place, but he still had to count on his fingers: Yin hour, Mao hour, Chen hour...Hai hour, and then he became extremely sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.
After lunch on August 14th, the wandering thing that Yang had been thinking about day and night - watching the moon and discussing Taoism - was finally about to set off!
Gongsun Zhenren thought about it for many days, and only yesterday in the morning class, he told everyone the list of disciples accompanying him, but there were only four disciples, Qinglingzi Zhu Jieran, Minlingzi Zhuo Songtao, Huang Shuo and Yang Chaoxi. At this time, Gongsun Zhenren
Taking the baggage handed over by Liao Zhihe, Xuanxuzi of the prison, he specifically warned: "While we are away these days, you will take care of the daily affairs of the temple. The prison will recruit one or two more helpers. Zhu Jieran's duties must be fulfilled."
Someone is on top..."
Xuan Xuzi, Liao Zhihe, all agreed one by one. Gongsun Zhenren led four disciples, descended from Cuiyun Peak, and rushed towards Luoyang City. Although he was nearly seventy years old, Gongsun Zhenren was not slow in walking.
The young disciple followed behind, panting heavily, trying his best to catch up, and not daring to slack off at all.
The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was filled with red clouds, dyeing half of the five people's bodies bright red. After the group entered Luoyang City from Hui'anmen, they did not dare to delay, and went all the way south passing Daozheng, Qinghua, Chengfu and other five cities.
After entering Zuofang City, go west to Duanmen.
Walking hurriedly along the way, Yang Zhaoxi looked around curiously, but his eyes had already followed the majestic palaces on the city wall and extended to the taller palaces in the imperial city. A majestic and mysterious silence came out from the imperial city, but it was incomprehensible.
He wondered what kind of scene it was inside. Outside the imperial city were sparse guards, all wearing armor and holding sharp swords. They glanced over with ferocious expressions, so scared that Yang Zhaoxi did not dare to look any further.
The five people bypassed Yemen from a distance and crossed Luoshui along the Yellow Road, Tianjin and Xingjin Bridges, and finally arrived in front of Taiwei Palace in Jishanfang. The shape and size of the palace walls were naturally smaller than those of the Imperial City.
There are many differences, but it is still the same high pavilion. There is a cave door in the south of the palace wall. The two characters "Qiong Hua" are written on the cave door, and there are still fierce guards on both sides.
Gongsun Zhenren took out the yellow lacquered wooden letter from the bag and gave it to Su Wei for inspection. After explaining his purpose, he led four disciples into the cave and arrived in front of a wide square. The square was paved with huge square stones and looked around.
There is a huge copper incense burner in the middle of the square, and the smell of incense ash fills the square.
At this time, the sky was darkening, and the sky curtain connected with the surrounding palace walls began to turn from green to blue, and from blue to gray. In the palaces one after another, lights were lit one after another. A guest steward dressed as a Taoist came from the left side.
He ran up to him, saluted, and after asking where Gongsun Zhenren and his party were coming from, he said politely: "The envoy from the palace has left the city for business. I have specially asked my subordinates to pick up and settle all of you fellow Taoists. Please follow me to the west."
Over there in the Zhaiyuan."
Gongsun Zhenren cupped his hands and said, "Well, thank you, Taoist friend, for guiding me from the front." After saying this, he led the four disciples of Shangqing Temple to follow the Zhike Steward, stepping on the square stones in the square, and walked towards Xizhaiyuan.
What are you looking at?" Huang Shuo suddenly pulled Yang Chaoxi, who was distracted, and reminded him in a low voice. Although Yang Chaoxi was familiar with Huang Shuo on weekdays and was often playing around, he didn't dare to make a mistake at this time and quickly looked away.
He took it back from right in front of the cave door. Huang Shuo followed his gaze and glanced at it. It was a majestic and towering hall. It was pitch dark, but no lights were on, and no one seemed to be there.
At this time, the main hall looked like a giant beast, dormant under the blue-gray sky. Only pairs of eaves and corners spread like eagle wings could be vaguely seen, as well as double hook-like spines, echoing each other under the night.
The five people were led by the steward Na Zhike into a room in the West House Courtyard. The steward Na Zhike touched a copper lamp stove with ease, took out the flint and lit it, and the layout of the room was gradually brightened.
, gradually revealed.
With the lighted lamps and stoves, the five of them saw that it was a three-foot-square hall. There was a large case in the middle of the room, and more than a dozen people sitting alone on couches were placed in a circle around the big case. On the table were some figures in the middle.
There were tea sets, pen stands, inkstones, papers, colorful bowls, etc., and a few plates of Hu cakes, dumplings, green plums, hawthorns, and sweet apples were placed on the periphery. Yang Zhaoxi and Huang Shuo's eyes lit up when they saw them.
Looking around again, the wall on the left is a red lacquer bookshelf that is as tall as a person, on which are displayed yellow scrolls of various Taoist scriptures. On the right, there are several large screens neatly arranged, with landscapes and animals painted in colorful lacquer.
Horse, hunting and other patterns.
The guest steward led Taoist Gongsun behind the screen, where four wooden couches and some washing utensils were arranged. At this time, the servants in the palace had brought wooden buckets and copper pots, put them down in the corner, and asked the guest steward.
After bowing, he withdrew. The water in the barrel was swaying lightly, still steaming.
But I saw the Zhike steward bowing: "My fellow Taoist, you have worked hard all the way. Please rest early. I won't disturb you anymore." After saying that, he walked out of the screen and closed the door.
Gongsun Zhenren sat down on a wooden couch and saw four disciples still standing there, a little cautious, and then said: "If you are hungry, you can get something from outside to eat. After eating, wash up and go to bed early. Tomorrow
I want to see the palace envoy and the Taoist friends from various temples." The four disciples agreed, and quickly ran outside the screen, grabbing Hu cakes, steamed buns and various fruits, and started munching on them.
Zhu Jieran only ate a few mouthfuls, then he took a colorful bowl, grabbed some rose fruits, hawthorns, etc. and put it on it. He also took an empty bowl and poured some hot water from the copper kettle. Then he put the two bowls respectfully.
He placed it next to the wooden couch where Gongsun Zhenren was sitting cross-legged, then withdrew and joined the other three people who were eating and drinking.
The next day at dawn, the faint skylight came and leaked in through the gauze holes in the window lattice. There was a gentle knock on the door. Zhu Jieran turned over and sat up, took off his shoes, and went to open the door. It turned out to be a palace servant.
He brought the wooden bucket and copper kettle over to exchange the empty ones for last night. As usual, the wooden bucket and copper kettle contained hot water. Zhu Jieran thanked him and let the servant in, seeing him put down the new boiler gently.
of hot water, took the old wooden bucket and copper kettle, and sent him out of the room.
After finishing these things, he turned around and went back. Zhu Jieran was already preparing to dress and wash up. However, he saw Gongsun Zhenren still sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, his eyes closed and his breathing undetectable. He wondered if he had slept last night. He also saw Yang Chaoxi and Huang Shuoliang.
A little Taoist boy fell asleep with his feet up, his limbs twisted and intertwined, and he couldn't help but smile. So he fetched a wooden basin, took out the linen for washing from the bag, poured some hot water, washed it quickly, and replaced it with another basin.
Clean hot water was placed in front of Gongsun Zhenren's bed before he combed his hair and dressed himself.
Gongsun Zhenren gradually came out of the state of "keeping one" and also washed and dressed. Zhu Jieran saw that the master of the temple had woken up, so he woke up the three junior brothers one by one and urged them to wash and dress.
After a while, the rays of the rising sun climbed over the high eaves of the building and poured over them, a warm yellow glow. The four disciples stood in front of the big case in the outer room. When Gongsun Zhenren sat down on the main seat, they bowed their hands and saluted.
They all sat down one by one, and Gongsun Zhenren began to talk about the morning lesson: The great knowledge is leisurely, the small knowledge is intermittent. The big words are blazing, the small words are Zhanzhan... The small ones are afraid, the big ones are lonely... The four disciples listened carefully.
After a while, there was another knock on the door.
Yang Zhaoxi was closest to the door, so he got down from his seat and ran to open the door. But it was the guest steward from yesterday who came with a servant. The servant held a red lacquer wooden box in his hand, and bursts of grain fragrance overflowed from it.
The guest manager smiled and said: "Master Gongsun is well! The palace envoy has arranged a morning meal. Please use some of it for all the fellow Taoists who are staying temporarily. I will come back later and take all the fellow Taoists to offer incense in the main hall."
After hearing what he said, the servant unloaded the wooden boxes layer by layer. Inside, there were plates or bowls with fine patterns, containing cooked tofu, white rice, radish, sunflower and other dishes, as well as steamed cakes and Hu cakes.
, steamed rice and a few other staple foods. Gongsun Zhenren and his four disciples stood up and thanked him, and then the guest steward led the servants out and left.
A few people sat down to have breakfast. After cleaning up, they opened the door and started practicing the daily "Cuiyun Dao Kung" in the courtyard. After a while, other doors of different heights also opened one after another.
Taoist priests came out one after another to do some activities, either doing boxing or practicing weapons. But when they looked over, they couldn't help but smile strangely, and a few narrow-minded Taoist priests even started to point.
When Yang Chaoxi turned around, he accidentally saw this, and he felt emotions in his heart. When he was about to have an attack, Zhu Jieran reached out to hold him down, smiled at him, and told him not to mind. Yang Chaoxi glared over there.