Legend has it that Chen Tuan, the son of Fuyao, participated in creation and is now over two hundred years old and still alive and well in the world. Chen Tuan only had one direct disciple in his life, who was given the Taoist name Hongmengzi. Hongmengzi inherited Chen Tuan's mantle and devoted himself to cultivating Taoism.
, is now over a hundred years old.
Chen Tuan has no sect or sect in practicing Taoism. Although he is in Huashan Mountain, he has nothing to do with Huashan Taoism. However, his achievements in life are respected and regarded as classics by Taoists. Today, Hongmeng Zi has become a first-class immortal figure. He lives in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain and is regarded as a classic by Taoists.
The Northern Taoist sect is respected as the leader.
Many years ago, Hongmengzi came to Beijing to preach under the imperial edict. Emperor Zhenzong respected him as a real person and granted him an official position, gold and silk, but he did not accept it.
The emperor congratulated him with a song:
Hunyuan is a teaching that contains alcohol and essence, which can be seen without trace and heard without sound.
Only those who have mastered this principle can live in peace and quiet.
The floating clouds are rolling and rolling, and the flowing water is in a square and round shape.
Occasionally, I left Jianhu in a happy mood and visited the royal court to talk about the truth.
The wind has heard the purpose, and the stone on the pillow is still suitable for the temperament.
The jade silk hairpin and tassel are not important. I sing a long song and talk about returning home.
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The old Taoist laughed heartily, but Qin Zhong felt as if he had fallen five miles away from the clouds. He didn't know why the old Taoist was laughing. The old Taoist laughed and walked forward. After a while, he walked out of the forest and reached the east side of the forest. At this moment, the east was brilliant.
The light shines down, and a red sun rises slowly.
The old man stopped and turned around to look at Qin Zhong deeply. He smoothed his beard with his hand and his eyes were soft.
"In your opinion, can the Song Dynasty be saved or not?" asked the old Taoist.
"No." Qin Zhong faced the east and said with a solemn expression, "If foreigners invade, they will throw their heads and blood and not give up an inch of territory."
"Oh?" The old Taoist found a stone, sat down cross-legged, and motioned for Qin Zhong to continue.
"Now the world is divided into four parts. The Song Dynasty and the Liao Dynasty formed an alliance in Chanyuan, suspended their wars, and gained forty years of peace; Tubo was far away in a cold land, its national power was weak, and it was unable to send troops out of Longyou; although Li Yuanhao of the Xixia Dynasty was ambitious,
But with the green pond watching from the side, it won’t be a serious problem.”
Listening to Qin Chong's talk about the world, the old Taoist's eyes were filled with wonder, as if he had suddenly found a treasure.
"Therefore, the danger of the Song Dynasty today lies within, not outside." Qin Zhong said decisively.
Qin Chong was able to make such a conclusion, benefiting from the thousands of years of experience of later generations. He talked eloquently without any embarrassment. But to the ears of experienced people, it was as if he was astonished when he saw Jin Deng. You must know that the person standing in front of him now,
Just an ordinary fifteen-year-old boy.
His character, talent, knowledge, scheming, and methods are all extremely dissatisfying to the extreme, and his desire to recruit disciples can no longer be restrained.
"Qin Zhong, do you know that the Taichu Divine Fist is a secret that is not passed down by the old Taoist masters?"
"Ah?" Qin Zhong was stunned. Wasn't he talking about the Qi of the Song Dynasty? Why did he suddenly mention boxing again? But when the old Taoist talked about the secret of not passing it on, Qin Zhong also felt a little upset. In this era, the concept of factions and sects is very strong.
, many unique skills will never be passed on to the outside world.
"The Taichu Divine Fist you practiced is shaped like an old Taoist disciple. It has not yet obtained its true essence and is not yet good enough for entry."
"Ah?" Qin Zhong was shocked. He was quite proud of his Tai Chi and relied on it as a trump card to save his life. But who knew that in the eyes of an experienced practitioner, it was just a mere form without the true essence.
Not enough to get started? This evaluation made Qin Zhong very unconvinced.
"The Divine Fist of Taichu has evolved easily, and it contains the Great Way of Yin and Yang. How can it be so easy?" The old Taoist said slowly, "The Divine Fist of Taichu that you have learned is a single-strike technique, but you don't have the method of breathing, absorbing and guiding. So you sacrifice your roots.
If you chase the end, you have lost the original intention of Shenquan, and you will never be able to see the great road in your life."
"The method of breathing and guiding?" Qin Zhong suddenly remembered the formula recited by the old Taoist last night.
"Yes, the formula I taught you last night is exactly the outline of the Divine Fist." The old Taoist smiled slightly and said, "You must have understood it."
"Please also ask Taoist Master to teach me the method of guidance." Qin Zhong became eager. The incantation last night had made him a huge gain. The aura in his body was smooth and smooth, and the power of Tai Chi was even more powerful. Moreover, there was a faint aura flowing in the Dantian,
This has completely changed from what it once was.
"The master has a training, and the Taichu Divine Fist will not be passed on." The old Taoist raised his head and took the posture.
"I dare to ask, why don't you pass it on?" Qin Zhong certainly knew that it would not be easy to learn magical skills.
"Don't pass it on if your intentions are not right; don't pass it on if you don't have enough talent; don't pass it on if you are not a disciple." The old Taoist glanced at Qin Zhong, and the old god was there.
Qin Zhong naturally understands the saying that the Tao should not be passed on lightly. Especially in this era, stunts are all under-the-radar. Examining character and talent is of course the top priority of the sect. Otherwise, the skills will be inhumane and the stunts will be lost.
If it's small, it will cause trouble for the sect and cause big problems.
"Qin Chong had dull qualifications and wasted fifteen years. Now that he heard about the magic of the Tao, he couldn't help but rejoice." Qin Chong knew very well that people at that time valued humility, unlike later generations who would only express how extraordinary they were when seeking employment. If true.
In that case, the old Taoist would probably not even look at him with disdain.
"I hope the Taoist Master will not give up and allow Qin Zhong to have the gate and wall." As he said this, Qin Zhong kowtowed to the ground.
"Hahaha, good, good, good." The old Taoist laughed loudly and said three good words in succession.
"My dear teacher, please accept my disciple's three bows." Qin Chong was also overjoyed and kowtowed three times with real joy.
"Haha, good disciple, good disciple, get up quickly." The old Taoist stood up and kowtowed Qin Zhong twice. When Qin Zhong kowtowed for the third time, the old Taoist leaned over and stretched out his hand to help Qin Zhong. These three heads were lifted.
It is important to pay one respect to heaven and earth, two to pay homage to the ancestor, and three to pay homage to the master.
"Master." Qin Zhong stood up and bowed again.
"Once you enter the master's sect, you should abide by the master's precepts." The old Taoist expression became solemn and he said in a deep voice, "Our master's sect does not have those red tapes, but you still have to abide by the five precepts of Lao Jun at all times and do not act recklessly." The so-called Lao Jun's five precepts,
That is, the abstention from killing, stealing, sexual intercourse, drinking and lying.
"Master, if the two armies are fighting, will it be considered a crime against killing?"
"The two armies are fighting, and they are honoring the country and the people, so they naturally do not violate the prohibition of killing." The old Taoist glanced at Qin Chong, and then said, "Your road is on the battlefield, and it is inevitable to fight and kill the enemy. However, God has the virtue of good life, you
Be kind-hearted and avoid killing innocent people indiscriminately.
"Disciple, please follow your instructions." Qin Zhong responded with clasped fists.
"My master's name is Hongmengzi, and he studied under Fuyaozi Chen Tuan." The old Taoist put his hands on his back and told the story of his master while walking back. "Your master is still alive and living in seclusion in Huashan Mountain. However,
, His old man no longer sees outsiders, not even his teacher."
"Master, what is the name of our sect?" Qin Zhong asked.
"Your master is a casual cultivator and has never joined any sect in his life." Hongmengzi said, "Nowadays, there are many Taoist sects, and there are even more good and bad ones. You have seen Lushan Taoism, and its character is really worrying. Huashan Taoism is greedy for prosperity.
If you cling to the powerful, you have lost your Taoist heart."
Just after giving two examples, Hongmengzi sighed, but stopped talking.
"Before you, I had two disciples as my master." Hongmengzi said, "Your senior brother, named Chen Jingyuan, has learned the Taichu Divine Fist and has extraordinary attainments. My master originally had high expectations for him, but he was trapped by love and now he is here.
Capital City, but it is called the Normal University that is disappointing."
"Oh?" Qin Zhong blinked, quite curious.
"Your senior sister's name is Qin Hongying, and she is a registered disciple." Speaking of Qin Hongying, the old Taoist sighed deeply, "Hongying had a bad fate. She suffered the disaster of annihilation of her family when she was young, and met with misfortunes when she grew up.
A person's temperament changes drastically due to repeated blows, and he cannot be freed from the sins of killing."
Well, Qin Zhong touched his nose unconsciously and expressed deep sympathy for these two senior brothers and sisters he had never met before. One was trapped by love, and the other was haunted by murder. It seemed that he, as a master, was not very good at teaching his disciples. Of course,
He didn't dare to say this.
Talking all the way, the two returned to the camp. Wang Langzhong had packed up the donkey cart and was waiting for Qin Chong to come back and set off. Xiao He seemed to have nothing to do. He was walking by the forest alone, strolling here and there. He turned around and saw Qin Chong'er.
The man came over immediately.
"Master, I still have things to deal with, so I won't go with you." The old Taoist stopped and said to Qin Zhong.
"Then? Master, when can we see you again?" Qin Zhong asked.
"See you when you should." The old Taoist made a quick move, nodded slightly to Wang Langzhong and Xiao He, and drifted away. His broad robe and big sleeves, his attitude calm, as if he was walking quietly in the air. He was obviously walking slowly,
However, after a few breaths, the person was already a hundred steps away. After a few more breaths, he had disappeared.
"Isn't he a god?" Xiaohe's eyes were full of surprise, and he opened his mouth and exclaimed.
"My master is much more powerful than the gods." Qin Zhong curled his lips, laughing at Xiao He's ignorance.
"Your master?" Xiaohe's eyes widened immediately. How could he recognize a master in such a short time?
"The legendary Master Hongmeng, isn't he awesome?" Seeing Xiao He's surprised look, Qin Chong felt very pleased. Unexpectedly, Xiao He rolled his eyes.
"You said? That was Master Hongmeng just now?" Wang Langzhong was shocked, beating his chest and regretting it endlessly.
Such an expert from this world, he failed to say a single word. Legend has it that Hongmeng Zhenren is an expert in astronomy, geography, and medical and divination. If I could get some advice from him, my medical skills would be even better. What a pity.
, Master Hongmeng is so famous, but not many people in the world recognize him.
"Can we go? If we don't go, the sun will set." Xiaohe became inexplicably unhappy and walked toward the road alone with his mouth pouted. Qin Zhong glanced at Wang Langzhong, then looked up at the sky, feeling
It’s baffling. The sun has just risen, okay, but it’s almost setting somewhere?
"Let's go." Wang Langzhong chuckled, waved his whip, and drove onto the road.
This place is not far from Pucheng. If you drive faster, you can arrive there in less than half an hour. Once on the road, Xiaohe got into the car and refused to show his face again. Qin Zhong followed on horseback.
, there was no reply from Xiao He when I talked to him, but I don’t know where I offended her.
The journey was slow and leisurely, and it was almost noon when we finally arrived near Pucheng. Looking from a distance, we saw the winding city wall lying on the ground, and the surrounding fields were surging with wheat waves. It seemed that it was almost time to harvest. There were more and more pedestrians on the road.
, completely different from the Qian Er scene.
After walking a few miles further, we arrived at the city gate, and both sides of the road became lively. Next to the roadside, there were stalls of various sizes piled up, and many people were crowded watching, eating, and playing.
When they see pedestrians coming, the vendors greet them even harder.
Xiaohe was awakened by the excitement, stretched out his head in a daze, took a long breath, and was intoxicated by the aroma of the food.
"I want that, I want that, I want that." Suddenly, Xiao He shouted repeatedly, leaning against the window, jumping anxiously.
"Tanghulu?" Qin Zhong followed her fingers and saw a vendor carrying candied haws.
Strings of candied haws, full of grains, bright red, and covered with a layer of rock sugar, made him drool just by looking at them. Qin Zhong took out a few copper plates from his arms and threw them to the vendor. The price was very cheap, one copper plate per bunch.
Xiao He grabbed a bunch in his left and right hands, but he held it up to look at it and was reluctant to eat it.
Qin Zhong held a handful of candied haws in his hand, with four or five skewers. He turned around and looked at Xiaohe's appearance, and couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you eat it?"
"It's so beautiful, but it will be gone after you eat it." Xiaohe tilted his head, stuck out his little tongue, and lightly licked the candied haws.
"There are more here, feel free to eat." Qin Zhong bit into a fruit, which was sour and sweet, filling his mouth with saliva.
"Have you ever eaten candied haws on a stick when you were a child?" Xiaohe asked with eyes flashing.
"I've eaten it before. My mother can make it herself." Qin Zhong said casually, but as soon as the words came out, Qin Zhong was suddenly startled. The candied haws in his mouth suddenly became less sweet, leaving only sourness.
.When was the last time he ate candied haws? He was very confused.
"I haven't eaten it." Xiao He said dullly, his expression dimmed, and he retracted into the carriage. Qin Zhong held up a handful of candied haws, but couldn't eat a single one. He only felt panic in his throat and eyes.
Feeling sour and uncomfortable, I leaned over to open the curtains and stuffed a handful of candied haws into Xiaohe's hands.
Just as he stood up, he heard a commotion in the crowd in front of him. Looking over, he saw a group of forbidden troops coming out of the city. There were two people riding horses in front, and the forbidden troops following behind were all infantry. The spears in their hands were raised.
Some were carrying them and others were carrying them, and the team marched in a chaotic manner.
The queue was terrible, but the momentum was great. People were yelling at each other all the way, driving away the people who were blocking the way. If they were a little slow, they would be punched and kicked.
The vendors and common people hurriedly gave way. Even if they were scolded or beaten, they were too cowardly to say anything.