The autumn wind was slightly cold, and the night was as cool as water. He was standing in the wind with his black Taoist robe spread out. The belt of his robe was turned slightly, but he had already stood up and stood in the open space outside the fasting altar, waiting for Gongsun Zhenren to enter the urn by himself.
Gongsun Zhenren smiled helplessly and looked at the palace envoy, but all he saw was that he picked up a piece of cold melon and ate it by himself, completely turning a blind eye to the provocation. Gongsun Zhenren sighed, and when he raised his head, it was Yun Danfeng
With a light smile, he cupped his hands in Zhan Buxiu's direction and said: "The old Taoist is so old that he is still timid in fighting. If we start a fight, we will definitely lose. After asking for advice, the old Taoist naturally gave up! He borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha and invited fellow Taoist Zhan to eat.
How about some fruit cakes?"
Zhan Buxiu saw that his punch was empty, but he stood up first. If he went back in despair at this moment, he would lose his face no matter what. He snorted coldly: "I'm afraid Daoist Brother Gongsun thinks too highly of himself and doesn't bother to fight with him.
Shall we wait for the drill to discuss each other?"
Gongsun Zhenren also took a piece of cold melon and ate it, his face as usual: "All Taoist friends know that 'boxing is afraid of young people'. I just value these old bones in my body very much, and I still want to live a few more years. Then I can refine one."
After taking the Nine Transformation Divine Pill, I can soar to the sky completely." After hearing this, all the Taoist priests knew his humorous intention and couldn't help but feel a little funny.
But Zhan Buxiu's face darkened: "Gongsun Xuantong, if the old one can't do it, then ask the young ones to come up. Zhan is eager to pursue the Tao, but you can't dispel it with just a few words!"
A trace of displeasure quietly passed through Gongsun Zhenren's eyes, and then he returned to normal: "Zhan Daoist friend Zhan has a strong Taoist heart, and I admire him from the bottom of my heart. The old Taoist has given up fighting for many years, so I sent a
Disciple, please go over and demonstrate, and please feel free to give me some advice from fellow Taoist Zhan. However... if it spreads, it will appear that fellow Taoist Zhan is bullying the younger, and it will damage your reputation... It would be better to send a disciple over.
Comparing disciples is also an elegant matter. When outsiders learn about it, they will talk about it and spread it as a good story."
Zhan Buxieng snorted coldly again and said loudly: "Tu Liangshan, come here! On behalf of the master, I say hello to fellow Taoist monk Shang Qingguan! Don't be too heavy with your fists and kicks. If you break someone, I am also afraid of those things."
Yoyo’s Mouth!”
Min Lingzi Zhuo Songtao clenched his fists and took a step forward to ask for the royal tassel from Gongsun Zhenren. At this time, a big hand stopped him firmly in front of him: "I'd better go, you take good care of the junior brothers." He spoke easily.
It's Qing Lingzi Zhu Jieran.
Gongsun Zhenren's ears were still strong, so he naturally heard the movement behind him, and he said slowly: "Qing Lingzi, you are the senior brother, so you can go up and demonstrate for me. Remember, just keep it, don't rush forward, more
Don't hurt others!" Zhu Jieran responded with clasped fists and walked over there.
Over there, Tu Liangshan had also stood still. Zhu Jieran looked carefully and recognized it. He was the young Taoist who had clashed with his two junior brothers in the morning. His figure was indeed very strong, with muscles all over his body.
Under the colorful Taoist robe, the outline was vaguely visible. Zhu Jieran was also a tall man, but he was not timid. He just smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist, I accept it!"
Tu Liangshan's face was grim, but he cursed: "I'll make you old..." As he spoke, a fierce punch came towards Zhu Jieran's face. Zhu Jieran circled his hands and drew them, and the fist moved to the side.
Zhu Jieran moved past again, and the two exchanged positions during the first exchange, and made counterattack gestures at each other. Tu Liangshan missed the blow, and then bullied him again, using fists, elbows, legs, and knees alternately.
came out, turning the offensive into several gray shadows, exuding a ruthless aura under the bright moonlight, which made everyone a little frightened. Suddenly they heard a burst of noise, but it was Tu Liangshan's brothers,
The crowd under the altar was cheering and cheering.
Yang Zhaoxi also watched carefully from the sidelines. Although the boxing technique was unknown, it was somewhat similar to the "Nine Fighting Styles" that Guan Dashi taught him. They were both fighting techniques evolved from the battle formation. However, to defeat Zhu Jieran, one must
There was still something not enough to see. Yang Zhaoxi looked at it again, but his senior brother Zhu Jieran was taking his time, taking advantage of each move and relaying his strength. The unparalleled combination of punches was soon overwhelmed by the left and right. Although the punches were
He was ruthless, but his punches failed.
Tu Liangshan fought for a long time, and his breathing became heavier. But when he saw that Zhu Jieran still looked like he was taking a heavy lift, he suddenly became anxious. He kicked straight to the crotch, as if he put all his strength into it, and it became even faster. Zhu Jieran
He crossed his palms and jumped up with his legs. Although most of the force was removed, he was still kicked back a few steps. The clay figurine still had a certain degree of fire. Zhu Jieran was a little angry when he almost missed a dirty move. When he struck again, he
Without reservation, he not only neutralized the offensive, but also found an opportunity to counterattack. For a while, Tu Liangshan was unable to resist and was quite embarrassed.
Suddenly there was a loud noise, but Tu Liangshan kicked the old man, and Zhu Jieran was thrown out, hitting the ground. Seeing that Yang Zhaoxi and other Taoist boys turned their faces away, they couldn't bear to look at the tragic scene of falling.
Tu Liangshan was stunned by this fall. Although it was not very painful, his eyes were red. He slowly got up, with a sinister look on his face. He quietly took out a pair of finger tigers from his arms and put them between the four fingers of his hands.
When the Taoist priest on the scene noticed this change and wanted to stop, the two men had already fought again.
This time they fought, the situation took a turn for the worse. Zhu Jieran didn't know what had just happened. He blocked several times and felt severe pain in his forearms and calves. He took a sneak peek and saw that the Taoist robe and lower skirt were stained with blood spots. Only then did he realize that he was hit.
Seeing that he was distracted, Tu Liangshan actually aimed at the left side of his neck and charged towards him with a fist and a fierce smile.
Zhu Jieran couldn't block it in time, so he subconsciously turned his body over. There was another dull sound, and the finger tiger hit his shoulder, knocking him to the ground. Zhu Jieran didn't care about the pain, and rolled a few times before standing up.
He stood up, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "I surrender!" Without waiting for Tu Liangshan's response, he walked out of the Zhaitan and went to the Zhaiyuan to look for the golden sore medicine.
Tu Liangshan was still standing there, with finger tigers on his fists. The four lotus petals of the finger tigers had sharp thorns on them, and the thorns were stained with blood. He smiled proudly, but he heard a loud shout: "Shuzi! Despicable!
" Turning around to look, it was Master Yuchi who stood up and pointed at him angrily and cursed.
Dao Chong watched the main exhibition but sneered and replied: "Fists and feet have no eyes, soldiers are not tired of deceit, if you lose, you are inferior to others! Yuchiyuan, what does this matter have to do with you? Is it your turn to call the formation!"
Master Yuchi was still indignant and aggrieved: "Zhan Bu End! How can you be considered a cultivator? Master's disciples are generally insidious and cunning. It is because of you that you are ruthless in dealing with fellow practitioners, and there are too many people in the world who are wagging their tails to make peace with thieves.
Only then will the rebellion have an opportunity. Do you dare to use today's majesty to go west to fight against the Tibetan soldiers?"
The palace envoy then cleared his throat and said calmly: "Today, while observing the moon and discussing Taoism, all Taoist friends still focus on discussion. We compete in martial arts and test each other. If we fail in the end, it will inevitably hurt our harmony. How about I look down upon a few Taoist friends?
Come on, how about we stop here?" Master Yuchi and Zhan Buxiu glared at each other fiercely and stopped talking.
Gongsun Zhenren also stood up and cupped his hands and said: "What the palace envoy said is absolutely true. The disciples of the old Taoist are not as good as others, so they should be willing to be inferior. However, since they are injured, the old Taoist must go back immediately to check and comfort them, so as not to suffer any illness! Everyone, Taoist
My friend was chatting with Yue tonight, and I was so excited that I had no choice but to excuse myself." After saying that, he bowed his hands to all the Taoist priests. When the palace envoy nodded, he led Yang Chaoxi, Zhuo Songtao, and Huang Shuo out of the altar.
Returned to the Zhaiyuan.
After Gongsun Zhenren left, the palace envoy looked at Zhan Buxiu with some reproach: "Brother Buxiu, you are too reckless! We, as cultivators, should be quiet and inactive, but you are here to engage in a dispute of will! What if?
I am not entrusted by Zheng Guogong to take care of you, but I will punish you today! Do you think that just because you have a yellow crown, you can avoid being sent to jail?"
Zhan Buxiu relied on his background and didn't take the palace envoy's words to heart very much. It wasn't until he heard him mention the word "prison" that a cold sweat broke out from his back, and he hurriedly apologized: "It's a trivial mistake! Mr. Qi Guogong
There are a lot of them, don’t be as ignorant as the trail!”
Master Yuchi also sneered at this time and said: "Gongsun Xuantong is the direct descendant of Shangqingguan Taoism. He has not been to Mang Mountain for decades. This time, he was finally invited by the palace envoy. He wanted to talk all night long.
, to gain the strengths of others, so that I can unify my Taoism into one, and there will no longer be distinctions between schools and sects, but you have been messed up like this without any rules. How can you explain to all the Taoist friends?
"
The palace envoy also said slowly: "I know that you are quite interested in the 'Gongsun Sword Technique' of his clan, but with your method of provoking generals, you want him to demonstrate it to you. Isn't it a bit clumsy? You think it's a bit clumsy?
Doesn't he know your intention?" After the palace envoy finished speaking, Zhan Feixiu lowered his head in shame and stopped talking.
The palace envoy saw that all the temple owners were speechless, and then continued: "What Taoist brother Yuchi said just now is what I meant. Although Taoism can be called the 'state religion', it has many schools, and dragons and snakes are mixed together. It is true that
It’s time to bring it all under one roof. Today’s discussion of Taoism is the beginning. I hope all fellow Taoists will not hide their personal secrets and inform you in detail about the Taoism, practices, fasting rituals, etc. of each sect. I have already arranged it.
The servants will take notes nearby, and everyone can just talk impromptuly." The master of each contemplation responded, and they started talking lively about the Dharma, performing exercises, fasting rituals and other matters.
At this time, Master Yuchi quietly stood up, walked around to the palace envoy, and whispered a few words in his ear. The palace envoy then stood up, bowed his hands to the Taoist priests and said: "There is a distinguished guest in the east courtyard, I will go there
I'll be back soon, fellow Taoists, please excuse me." After saying that, he left the Zhaitan and led Master Yuchi to the East Zhaiyuan.