"The Bamboo Taoist Sect, Taoist ideas have long penetrated into the blood of the Chinese people. Buddhism and Confucianism have been influenced by Taoist ideas in their bones, and they have been silently changed. Decades have passed, I have been drifting overseas, and some problems have become clearer.
It’s clearer. Daozong has fought against both Living Buddha Suowonda and Kuangxue Monk. Have you ever compared the differences between their cultivation, moves and even mental methods? There is also a theoretical basis. The inheritance of Butian Temple and Golden Buddha Temple
Although they are all Buddhist mystical skills, many things are obviously very different. Although the Golden Buddha Temple is called a Buddhist dojo, they are walking in the circle of Taoist Dantian practice and Jindan Dao. The foundation is completely based on the Taoist meridian system.
The study of medicine and herbs.”
Before Zhu Tong came in, they were discussing something like this. Zhou Banweng turned the jade pill in his hand and spoke slowly.
Not only Zhu Taoist nodded in thought, but Zhu Tong could not help but admire him. Only an expert standing at a certain height could have such insight.
"For example, Shiqimen knew that nothing could be done but stopped and used their meager efforts to fight against the aliens; they are the backbone of the world and the symbol of the bloody men of our Han family. Now it is time for Shiqimen to return to the world. Three
For more than ten years, it is gratifying that the Eighth Grade Jianghu has flourished again. However, Qianfan Jianghu has risen sharply, causing mud and sand. Some gangs are still lying in the dust of history and do not want to make progress. They are still relying on the past.
We are used to wandering around in the world. We have different paths and do not work together; those who do not know how to make progress must be eliminated. What I say is a bit abrupt, please don’t blame me, leaders, just drink."
No one would blame him. Liu Yilan was the first to agree, and Mei Lanting's father Mei Qiuhong also nodded: "The foundation of Jianghu's existence is the chivalry, which eliminates evil and promotes good. Today's world is gradually becoming clearer in rules and the legal system is improving day by day. If
Failure to remove the bad apples will harm the reputation of Jianghu Dao and the safety of the eight factions of Jianghu."
It turns out that this issue was discussed. Today's Jianghu gathering is to build momentum for Shiqimen's return to Jianghu. It is a bit like a meeting before the Jianghu cocktail party.
But, which one should be eliminated? Although Zhou Banweng did not mention any sect by name, he can't escape the four and five ranks. The five invited to attend today will not be in any danger, and if there is no eight-rank Jianghu,
A first-grade golden Buddha doesn’t seem to make sense.
Although the little liar has never been a master, he has a lot of experience and knows that in such situations, he should listen more and talk less. He is only a little puzzled. Zhou Banweng's tone of pointing out the world seems a bit too loud. Zhu Tong can feel that Zhu Tong
The Taoist priest didn't say anything, but it didn't mean that he didn't have any opinions on Zhou Banweng's words.
"Daozong, I have heard Yilan talk about your Daosheng flute music. I have been living in a foreign land for many years, and I can't help feeling homesick. Fortunately, I got a guqin and started playing it at the age of forty. How about making peace with Daozong?
"Zhou Banweng also sensed Taoist Bamboo's thoughts, clapped his hands, and the two young girls walked out of the side room and placed a simple piano case and bench under the willow tree by the pond.
Another heroic young man held a lyre and carefully placed it on the table. Two girls came out to place the incense burner and lit three incense sticks. The lyre table was ready.
"How can a Taoist refuse if he asks for peace?"
The bamboo Taoist priest floated out, his large green robe rustling in the wind. He instantly came to the bamboo forest and broke off a bamboo branch. After trimming his slender fingertips a few times, he had a green bamboo flute in his hand, with three bamboo leaves attached to the flute.
body.
"The flute is suitable without a tune, and the qin is perfect without strings. Daozong has cultivated to this level. I am going to be embarrassed?" Zhou Banweng said this, and he had already sat on the piano stool.
Only then did Zhu Tong see clearly that the green bamboo in the hands of the Bamboo Taoist indeed had no sound holes. In Xiangxi, in the Broken Snow Garden, he had heard the Bamboo Taoist play three times, and he clearly remembered that on those three occasions, the bamboo flute played by the Bamboo Taoist was
Porous.
The green bamboo still has a water color, and the bamboo joints are natural. Could it be that the bamboo Taoist priest wants to play with this randomly picked piece of bamboo?
"The plum blossoms are blooming at this time. This is a yin-yang harp, with seven strings for both civil and military use. It is called Wangshan. It plays a piece of dragon flying. The divine skills of the Bamboo Taoist Sect should be the finishing touch to this piece."
The so-called yin and yang civil and military lyres, yin and yang refer to the material; in ancient times, the best paulownia wood was placed in the water, and the top half was taken as the top, and the bottom half was sunk as the bottom. Floating is yang, sinking is yin; collectively called yin and yang.
The seven strings of the civil and military instruments are more particular. The guqin originally had five strings, representing metal, wood, water, fire and earth. King Wen of Zhou added one more string in memory of his dead son Boyikao. When King Wu conquered Zhou, in order to add more
Morale, another string is added, and this kind of qin is called "civil and military lyre".
After Zhou Banweng finished speaking, he washed his hands in the copper basin held by the young man and calmly played the guqin.
Liu Yilan looked worried, but Lan Zhanjiang wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it out. Zhu Tongquan saw this and was more careful in responding to the music. Zhou Banweng asked the bamboo Taoist priest to put the finishing touches on his music.
Are you willing, Bamboo Taoist? It seems that you are quite interested in competing.
Under the willow tree, Zhou Banweng's fingers were concentrated, as if he was pressing the iron rudder to move water; the sound of "Zhengweng" from the Wangshan Guqin was heard, and the lingering sound lingered in the void. The simple and rich sound of the piano vibrated everyone's heartstrings at the first sound.
The music flowed like flowing clouds and flowing water. Zhou Banweng's expression was leisurely. He performed the song "Long Xiang" very well. Except for the first sound of "Zheng Weng", Zhu Tong didn't feel anything strange.
The bamboo Taoist priest has been looking at the water by the water and meditating, and seems to be facing a choice; the wounds on his body have not been healed yet, and Zhu Tong does not want him to conflict with Zhou Banweng at this moment. The old guy is obviously an expert with unfathomable cultivation; Zhu Tong does not want him to have a conflict with Zhou Banweng at this moment.
Tong estimated that even if the bamboo Taoist priest had no injuries, he might not be able to defeat him.
Mei Lanting didn't seem to know the danger, and looked at the bamboo Taoist priest expectantly; her father was equally dull, closing his eyes and shaking his head to the sound of the piano, silently tapping his hands, completely immersed in the music, and frowning from time to time.
.When it comes to music, the Mei family can be regarded as real experts, and even the slightest flaws cannot escape the ears of Mei Qiuhong, the owner of the sixth-grade Meiyuan.
As expected, he is a truly pedantic person. Only when he saw Mei Qiuhong and Zhu Tong did he understand Mei Lanting's dilemma. With such a father, her burden must not be light. Mei Qiuhong obviously does not worry about things like money. If Liupin
Meiyuan is entirely supported by Mei Lanting alone, so Liu Yilan's eight million investment is really hard to refuse.
"Woo..." The bamboo branches produced a series of exciting flute sounds.
The bamboo Taoist priest finally brought the green bamboo to his lips. From the dim sound of the first sound to the high-pitched, bright and glorious sound, it seemed like only an instant.
The sound of Zhou Banweng's flute changed accordingly. Within three turns, it was like a dragon flying through the nine heavens, circling around the sound of the flute; intercepting and fortifying it everywhere.
Mei Qiuhong opened his eyes and hesitantly muttered: "Three plum blossoms?"
Damn it, this is obviously the bamboo Taoist priest competing with Zhou Banweng with the sound of the flute. Although Zhu Tong is not good at music, he can still feel the disharmony between the sound of the flute and the sound of the piano. Now the competition is not about the harmony of the piano and the flute. Who is led?
If you enter the opponent's melody, you lose.
The Longxiang Cao was majestic, the sound of the piano vibrated, and several plum blossoms rustled away from the branches and floated into the air, but melted little by little. When they fell to the water, only a trace of tender stamens remained. The sound of the flute turned like trembling ripples, stimulating the stockings.
The water splashes turned into rapids, swirling and colliding amid the sound of the piano.
"Zheng Weng! Zheng Weng!" Zhou Banweng's white beard sprouted, his eyes widened, and a murderous aura surged into the air.
A blush flashed across the face of the bamboo Taoist priest. He put one foot into the pond, and the flute played again, breaking through all the obstacles. He was as lively as an elf, and he was at ease outside the sound of the piano. The bamboo forest beside him rustled, and a few bamboo leaves floated down,
Just in the air, dancing to the sound of the flute.
Two clanks made a sound like cracked silk; Zhou Banweng's dragon flying skills were profound and steady, but they could not trap the sound of the bamboo Taoist's flute; he drew the strings with both hands horizontally, and the inexhaustible strong energy enveloped it.
"Hahahaha, both of these two talents are from the heavenly sound. If we keep on keeping on, if we keep them together, my ears will go deaf."
The figure flashed, and the old liar stood between the two of them, which was the most dangerous place.
At this moment, pieces of plum blossoms are flying; the old liar's right hand is making a virtual drawing, and the plum blossom petals follow his fingers, slowly gathering into the character "Ghost".
Long Xiangcao returned to normal, and Zhou Banweng seemed a little lost, sitting on the piano platform and meditating.
The bamboo Taoist priest smiled peacefully, and the three plum blossoms meandered a few times, and disappeared with the wind; peace returned to the small building in Pinghu.
The old liar is trying to be biased. Only Zhu Tong can see that ghost is not a word for balance. Who the ghost attacks first is very particular.
At noon, Zhou Banweng invited guests, and it was difficult for everyone to refuse.
Zhu Taoist maintained the dignity of the second-grade Taoist sect, so Zhou Banweng became more careful and did not talk about the affairs of the world.
It was boring to eat such a meal. Zhu Tong and Qin Keqiang were sitting together; when it came to drinking, they had a great time together if they were close in age.
Lan Zhanjiang also sat at this table, raised his glass and touched Zhu Tong, saying apologetically: "Ban Weng has not been back for sixty years. He is not familiar with everything, and he does not know that Daozong is injured. There was something wrong just now."
Brother Zhu, don't take it personally if you offend him." He could see that Zhu Tong's expression was stiff just now, and he was very dissatisfied with Zhou Banweng's.
"No way, the old man has a lot of personality." Zhu Tong laughed and had a drink with him. This was indeed the first time they sat and drank together; "Brother Lan, what exactly is a hermit?"
"Hermits in the Jianghu? Brother Zhu, don't you know? Senior Zhu Lan is now a hermit in the Jianghu, and Mei Ye is also a hermit in the Jianghu. They represent the tradition of the Jianghu. They are the highest authority in arbitrating the rights and wrongs of the Jianghu. They can propose to expel someone at the Jianghu reception.
Unqualified sect."
"Oh." Zhu Tong looked back at his master. The people who designed this thing are really keeping up with the times. The hermits are a bit like members of the parliament.
The old liar was so clever that he was promoted to a hermit. Who appointed him? Blue Stone? Speaking of which, the hermit may be a gun. Then, isn't it the former Jianghu Elders Association? Maybe not bad, at least, they
It has somewhat broken away from the circle of right and wrong and has a certain degree of fairness.
"I wish you the best, my dearest sister." Mei Lanting handed over the wine glass across the table, and Zhu Tong raised his head and said modestly: "Don't call me that, my position as chief is temporary."
The little liar still clinked glasses with Mei Lanting. The little liar regretted it a little. It was not a good thing to sit and drink with Mei Lanting. The important thing is that when he goes back to see Ye Er later, Mei Lanting must not lose his composure.
"This Taoist brother, may I ask what your name is?" There were only five young people at this table, and they had all drank. It would be inappropriate not to drink with the disciples of Taoist Master Zhu. Zhu Tong raised his glass and asked.
"Fan Xing." The little Taoist priest was also very straightforward and had a drink with Zhu Tong.
"Fanxing, okay, okay." Zhu Tong drank the wine and felt that the name sounded familiar, so he looked at Qin Keqiang.
Not only Qin Keqiang was smiling at him, Lan Zhanjiang and Mei Lanting were also looking at Zhu Tong and Fan Xing with smiles.
"Fanxing?" Zhu Tong finally remembered that Qin Keqiang had mentioned this name. Fanxing was the real Li Xiang, the real owner of the little liar's painted skin.