Chapter 64: Helping you to speak a few words, secretly pointing to the sword's trail
A huge lead cloud hung in the sky, slowly breaking into many fragments, much like a dry river bed. The skylight broke through the obstacles and filtered through the cracks, illuminating the world a lot brighter.
Not long after Hong Taizhu left, Gongsun Zhenren also stopped what he was doing, had some breakfast, sat down on the wooden couch surrounded by screens, and began to do Qigong quietly to relieve the fatigue from the whole night. About an hour later
, Hong Taizhu led the footsteps of the two people, which came from far outside the Zhaiyuan. Only then did Gongsun Zhenren open his eyes, slowly let out a breath of turbid breath, got off the wooden couch, and walked towards the bookcase.
The person walking at the front was Wang Jin, the envoy of Taiwei Palace, followed closely by Hong Taizhu and Master Yuchi. Master Yuchi didn't look very good, his hair was messier than before, and there was a faint smell coming from his body. However, at this moment,
When we were not chatting, Master Gongsun looked indifferent and said, "Does the palace envoy come here to teach me how to use this method of supporting the si?"
The palace envoy smiled warmly, as if he had completely forgotten the conversation yesterday: "Fellow Gongsun wants to use immortal skills, so I am naturally here to open my eyes, and also take the responsibility of recording. Besides, in this Taipei
In the micro palace, if I want to be called the second in cursive script, no one will dare to be called the first."
Gongsun Zhenren ignored him and said with an indifferent expression: "Yu Chiyuan, today I am going to use the method of holding a shackle to get the clear instructions from Immortal Zigu. You are closely related to this matter, and as a Zhengluan, I have never insulted you.
.How to practice the law, I don’t need to go into details anymore, right?”
"This is natural." Master Yuchi replied expressionlessly.
When the palace envoy saw that there was some discord among the few people, he smiled and interjected: "Then please trouble fellow Taoist Gongsun! Shall we start now?"
Gongsun Zhenren nodded, then leaned down, brought the sand tray next to the book desk, placed it on a tea table in the main hall, and then picked up the wooden pen in the tray. Although the wooden pen was named "pen", it was actually
It is made of a peach wood and a willow wood, shaped like a "Ya" character over two feet long. The lower end of the "Ya" character is folded back about two inches, which is used to write the immortal's symbol on the sand table. At this time, the palace envoy
He was already standing in front of the writing desk, laying out paper, grinding ink, and smoothing his pen for writing.
Master Gongsun suddenly picked up the wooden pen from the sand tray, handed it to Master Yuchi and Hong Taizhu, and asked them to hold the upper two ends of the "Y"-shaped wooden pen respectively; and then folded back the lower end of the "Y"-shaped wooden pen, and clicked
In the center of the sand table, with the sleeves of his robe flying, three sticks of incense appeared out of thin air in his hand, which ignited spontaneously without fire. Master Gongsun held the incense, bowed respectfully towards the north, and chanted a mantra:
Zigu, Zigu, come out of your fairy cave! Eat mixed rice and serve with clear dew.
Zigu, Zigu, come to the capital of the gods! Give me the immortal talisman and the heavenly book.
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A miraculous scene happened when Gongsun Zhenren opened his mouth to recite the incantation - the three sticks of incense were not affected by the wind, but the smoke was strong, and they quickly burned into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye. When it was about to burn to his fingers, Gongsun Zhenren
But he threw the incense head and it turned into three points of open flame, falling on the sand table.
But Gongsun Zhenren didn't stop, and he patted Yuchi Zhenren and Hong Taizhu Tianling's cover with both palms at the same time. The two men's bodies trembled, and their eyes lost their luster. The "Y" shaped wooden pen in their hands actually started to shake on the sand table.
Then start sketching! One by one, scrawled characters quickly appeared on the sand table, and the strokes continued quickly!
Gongsun Zhenren was already standing on the side of the sand table, facing the characters that kept appearing and being covered, he quickly chanted:
The monument is a sword grave, and the sword is buried in the monument. If there is no trace of the monument, the sword will also be empty.
Tianjie is in the east, looking at the Immortal Palace in the north. The waves are red and connected with the Luoshui River.
The congealing cold rushes down, and the blue blood melts. The pond and pavilion are flying, and the forest garden is frozen.
The rocks hold the algae thicket, and fish and dragons lurk together. If you dig out the spring surge, you will see the white front.
The palace envoy held the case with his left hand, but his right hand was not too slow. A series of ink marks flew down on the paper, and he quickly recorded the auspicious words of Zigu Immortal descending. As soon as the word "Feng" was written, Yuchi Zhenren and Hong Taizhu had already lifted it up.
At the beginning, his eyes returned to Qingming, and the wooden pen in his hand had stopped. However, Gongsun Zhenren staggered a few steps, took the wooden pen from the hands of the two men, and threw it into the sand table. Then a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell there.
On the sand table.
The palace envoy was very happy when he saw the serial cursive written on almost the entire piece of yellow paper, and his face looked crazy. Yuchiyuan hurriedly supported Gongsun Zhenren, who was almost collapsed, and wanted to help him to an armchair aside to rest, but he was stopped by him.
He threw it away. Hong Taizhu looked at the palace envoy not far away and looked at the attitude of Gongsun Zhenren. He couldn't help but secretly sighed in his heart: The decline of Taoism and the prosperity of Buddha have become inevitable...
Gongsun Zhenren stabilized his body, used his luck, and within a few breaths, suppressed the surging Qi and blood in his chest. Using his nails as a blade, he turned his left wrist, and a large piece of his left robe sleeve was cut off.
He grabbed it in his hand and said, "Yu Chiyuan! The friendship between you and me is broken off!" After saying that, he threw the severed robe on Yuchi Yuan and ignored him. He turned around and walked towards the palace envoy.
The palace envoy had already picked up the paper and was enjoying it. Gongsun Zhenren stood a few feet away from him and looked at him with a sneer. The palace envoy looked at him for a while, then noticed the blood stains on the corners of Gongsun Zhenren's mouth and said with a proud smile.
: "Fellow Taoist Gongsun sacrificed himself for public service and protected the country. He is indeed a role model for us! Hong Taizhu, please quickly fetch the century-old Ganoderma lucidum from my room. I will personally offer it to you!"
"Envoy of the Royal Palace, the matter here is over. My disciple in the temple, please release him quickly!" After finishing speaking, Gongsun Zhenren took his fly whisk from the wooden couch and continued coldly, "For the scum among the Taoist sect, the old Taoist
If you don't punish him, this will happen!" After saying that, he threw up the fly whisk, and in an instant, the wood slag and white silk shattered into pieces. He waved his big sleeves and ran out of the guest room.
The guards in the Xizhai Courtyard were holding weapons and trying to stop them, but after hearing a few "bang, bang, bang" sounds, the guards all flew backwards for more than ten feet and rolled on the ground wailing. When Yuchiyuan chased him out to look again, Gongsun Zhenren had already left.
Far too far.
But the palace envoy chuckled and said: "Gongsun Xuantong, what's the use of a common man's anger? How can I be afraid of it! Yuchiyuan, don't you also want to be an enemy of me?"
Master Yuchi said angrily: "Palace envoy! I have persuaded Gongsun Xuantong to tell you the whereabouts of the 'Rushui Sword', but you are so impatient that you even put him under house arrest and forced him to do so! And... you also sent a thief general.
He captured the disciples in his mind and took him away! Although you are an official, you took a public weapon and used it privately, using the title as a pretext to commit banditry! When I have time one day, I will go to Chang'an to sue you for your evil deeds!" After that, he turned around and left.
go.
The palace envoy watched Master Yuchi's back disappear quickly outside the guest room door, and the smile on his face slowly faded. A pair of sinister eyes seemed to hide the beginning of a conspiracy whirlpool...
The haze has not yet dissipated, and the autumn rain that has followed for several days has brought out the increasingly chilly autumn wind, passing through the hall and through the window, inducing a shiver in people's bodies.
In the guest room of Hongdao Temple, Zhuo Songtao sneezed twice, got up from the bed, closed the window sash that had been pushed open by the wind, and locked it with a window bolt. Yang Chaoxi's head was covered with Huang Shuo's body.
After a brief scrubbing, the person had put on a clean sweatshirt, short hakama, and long socks. At this moment, he was covered with a bedding and lying on the wooden couch. There was a charcoal brazier that was only used in winter in front of the couch. The chill in the guest room
Only a lot of them were driven away.
It was almost noon. The Taoist priest in the temple who was well versed in the art of Qi Huang had come to see him earlier. Because Yang Chaoxi had been imprisoned in a cold and humid place for several days without water or rice, his essence energy was somewhat damaged. As for the symptoms of typhoid fever,
It's secondary.
Zhu Jieran asked fellow Taoist monks in Guanzhong for some herbs to treat cold and cold diseases, fried them in the courtyard, put them in a bowl, held them in his hand, and fed them to Yang Chaoxi's mouth one spoon at a time. Huang Shuo
Then he helped him sit up and stabilized his head to prevent the soup from spilling. He fed him a bowl of soup for half an hour before drinking it all. Yang Chaoxi was still groggy, and it took a lot of time to even raise his eyelids.
Great power.
On the way back after being rescued, the stretcher was quite bumpy. Yang Zhaoxi woke up twice, but he was completely exhausted. He could open his mouth easily, but could not make any sound. People who practice martial arts usually consume a lot of food, so Yang
Day and night, he worked hard in the cold and wet manhole, but the load on his body was several times greater. So when he was first rescued, he had obviously lost a lot of weight in the eyes of the Taoist priests.
Huang Shuo helped take off his robe that was stained with blood and dirt. He could clearly see the clear ribs between his chest and abdomen, and even his stomach was dented. He couldn't help but scolded those traitorous Taoists again.
After Zhu Jieran had fed the soup, Fang Qidou had opened the door and walked in, holding a bowl of thick and pulpy corn porridge and handing it to Zhuo Songtao. Zhuo Songtao took the porridge bowl and blew it for a long time before using a wooden spoon.
He scooped it up lightly and poured it between Yang Chaoxi's teeth. Seeing that he could swallow it, he let go of his hands and feet and stuffed a bowl of fragrant corn porridge into Yang Chaoxi's mouth. Only then did he hear his stomach
There was a sound inside, but it was a signal to "accept all of this bowl of thick porridge".
At this time, the courtyard of the Taoist temple suddenly became lively. A Taoist boy on duty ran in from outside the door and shouted loudly: "The temple master is back!" Hearing the shout, the Taoist audience came out of the sanctum and living room.
, came out of the Zhaiyuan and other places, and within ten breaths, everyone gathered in the main courtyard.
A skinny old Taoist with unruly white hair strode in, waving his sleeves. Seeing a group of Taoist priests, big and small, gathered in the courtyard and saluting him, Lao Huai was very relieved: "Fellow Taoist monks in the temple, all disciples
, I have troubled you these past few days! The old Taoist has profound blessings and cannot be harmed by any evil villain. However, this calamity is the cause and effect that was planted several years ago. At this time, it is considered complete." The old Taoist who spoke, naturally,
It was Master Yuchi who had just come out of Taiwei Palace.
The disciple Fang Qidou also came out of the guest room. At this time, he took a step forward and said a little excitedly: "Master is safe and sound, which is a blessing to me as a Taoist! Master has been traveling around in the past few days, and all the affairs in the temple are handled by a few people.
The Master Lecturer and all the fellow disciples have taken care of each other and have not delayed their practice. Now, the senior fellow has led us to rescue the junior fellow Shangqing Guanchong Lingzi, and now the guest room will be maintained. None of them have failed to teach you all the time, especially
Master Ming!"
Master Yuchi raised his eyebrows and his eyes were shining: "Okay! Well done! Although there are many obstacles, he calmly dealt with them, and used his cleverness and perseverance to break through the situation. With talented disciples like you, the old Taoist will ride on a crane to the west.
, and I have no regrets in my heart.”
At this time, Zhu Jieran also closed the door, and moved here with Zhuo Songtao and Huang Shuo. Seeing that Master Yuchi had returned safely, but his own temple master was missing, he couldn't help but be a little worried, so he held his hands and said: "Master Yuchi! My family
Master Gongsun Zhenren went to Taiwei Palace that day and never came back. Do you know where he is now?"
Master Yuchi's face straightened slightly, and he slowly sighed: "Brother Xuantong... I also suffered some twists and turns this time. When I was detained at Wuhoupu in Luxinfang, Zhang Wuhou understood the right and wrong and did not neglect me.
, and later told me privately about the Taoist temples involved in this matter. When my brother Xuantong and I left Taiwei Palace, I informed him of this. With his nature back then, those dog-like Taoist priests in those Taoist temples,