Golden Greenery

There is an immortal temple in Zhongnan Mountain.

Counting from the time when Ye Wuji forcibly accepted him as a disciple, Master Xiu has been practicing Taoism for twenty years.

Twenty springs and autumns have passed, and Xiu Xiu, who was once called Erhu, has no shadow of the ruffian boy he used to be. He has inherited the mantle of his master's miraculous doctor and chivalry, with a simple yet fairy-like demeanor.

Zhuo Yang, who was wearing a vest and big trousers, leaned on the recliner and drank Mingqian fried green tea from a purple clay pot.

"Xiu Xiu, I heard that the master took you into the mountains and hung you on a tree and beat you for a month before you listened. Is it true?"

The corners of Xiu Xiu's eyes twitched sharply, but his expression remained calm and calm.

"Fake."

"oh?"

"Two months of fighting..."

"Pfft——, ahahaha~~"

Correction couldn't hold it any longer, and he gritted his teeth.

Zhuo Yang had laughed enough and took a look at his burly body.

"You are indeed very resistant to being beaten. Two months...fuck, you don't hate your master?"

"What's the use of hating him? I can't beat him."

Zhuo Yang chuckled twice more, wiped the water stains on his chest, and continued to sip the purple clay pot.

Xiu Xiu stroked his beard on his face and blew a breath at the cicada that was screaming desperately on the poplar tree outside the window, but the distance was too far and the cicada ignored him.

"Uncle Master, let me bring you the accounts from the past year. Can you take a look?" Having said that, the correction did not mean to move it.

"No need." Zhuo Yang waved his hand. "If I hand Liuxian Temple over to you, I will give it to you both inside and outside."

The incense in Liuxian Temple is very prosperous, which cannot stop devout people from coming to give alms. Coupled with the Zhuo family's generous donations, the temple is actually very wealthy.

But Xiu Xiu, like his master Ye Wuji, was a pure cultivator. Apart from food and clothing, he had no other expenses, so money was strangely superfluous here.

Xiu Xiu is Lao Ye's only disciple and the only successor to his mantle, so Zhuo Yang can trust him. Not to mention that he doesn't spend much money, even if Xiu Xiu is a fair-weather Taoist priest, or even a flower Taoist priest, Zhuoyang will let him spend as much as he wants as long as he doesn't do anything harmful to nature.

Xiu Xiu is older than Zhuo Yang and is forty years old this year. According to seniority, he should be called Zhuoyang ‘Uncle’, because Wujizi Ye Wuji also called Zhuoyang ‘Senior Brother’.

But since he had been calling Zhuo Yang "Uncle" under the order of his master since he entered the mountain twenty years ago, and Zhuo Yang was not a member of a serious Taoist sect, calling him "Uncle Master" was both acceptable and smooth.

Last year, Zhuoyang persuaded Xiu Xiu to find a wife, also called a Taoist wife, and live together in the temple.

Taoism in China is divided into two schools, Quanzhen and Zhengyi. The Quanzhen Sect not only abstains from alcohol and meat, but also abstains from alcohol, sex, wealth, clinging to love, thoughts, and worries. ’

So marriage is out of the question.

However, the Zhengyi sect, which mainly focuses on Fu Lu Zhai Jiao, is very down-to-earth. It does not need to become a monk and practice, and it can also get married and have children.

Ye Wuji falsely claimed to be from the Quanzhen Yushan Sect, which was of course a lie, and the Quanzhen Sect never recognized him. But it is obvious that his origin and connection with Yang Yi in the dream can indeed rely on the Quanzhen Sect.

Today, under the operation of Zhuo Yang, Liuxian Temple is officially included in the list of Chinese Taoism, but it is neither Quanzhen nor Zhengyi, or it is a separate branch of Liuxian sect.

Liuxian Guan neither cultivates the true elixir nor corrects Yi's talisman and seal script. Instead, he cultivates his Taoist mind and pursues the origin of the universe, but he does not worry about his future when doing good deeds.

Zhuo Yang is not a Taoist, but he is the talker of Liuxian Temple. As long as he is here, no one can touch the Liuxian School with one man and one crown. From Zhuo Yang's point of view, he didn't want to stay in the Immortal Temple and practice hard. Wouldn't it be delicious to practice in the world of mortals?

But there is a disciple just like a master. In addition to being more pure than Ya Wuji, the Three Refuges and Five Precepts are more rigorous than Ya Wuji. Zhuo Yang persuaded him to marry a wife who practiced dual cultivation, but it was all in vain.

When he was a boy, Xiu Xiu was a gangster in a troubled village and someone who slipped through the crackdown. He was a little unlucky. He has been shot for more than 20 years now.

Twenty years ago, he was hung from a tree and beaten for two months. There was something special about it. It was a reborn beating, a beating from the skin to the heart.

Even if the average person has nine lives, he will be beaten to death in two months. Xiu Xiu was whipped clean of his sins and violence. Ye Wuji has good intentions, and his corrections are not ordinary people.

In any case, since he is the only descendant of Junior Brother Lao Ye, Zhuoyang will definitely keep the Xiu Xiu and Liu Xian Temple. This is the place where he has the most peace of mind and where he cherishes the memory of the six immortals.

"Correction, or accept a few apprentices." Zhuo Yang said.

"Recruiting a disciple depends on fate."

The revised answer was very reasonable and Zhuo Yang could not refute it.

In the past two years, many literary and artistic young people and ordinary young people who have been frustrated in their relationships and careers have come to Liuxian Temple in admiration, hoping to enter the temple to become a disciple and practice. However, they were kicked out after being treated to good food and drinks. Didn't stay either.

Zhuoyang was at his wits end. He couldn't just force him to marry a wife and take on an apprentice.

Xiu Xiu came over and filled Zhuo Yang's purple clay pot with water, then sat back on the wicker chair and crossed his legs.

"Uncle Master, I feel that you have changed a bit...differently."

"Yeah. I figured out something about football."

Xiu Xiu nodded: "Then in the next year, you will encounter a lot of resistance in football."

Zhuo Yang was greatly surprised: "Oh? What do you mean?"

"Uncle, do you know why my master became an immortal?"

"In order to save me, I exhausted my soul."

"Not entirely." Xiu Xiu said: "Master originally did not belong to this world. He appeared here to change his destiny against heaven. These are actually against the laws of heaven, and can also be understood as...violating the rules of the universe."

"After that, my master used his body as a cauldron to refine the energy of the universe to cultivate your life, uncle, master, and also fulfilled his Taoist heart. Doing so is even more against the rules."

"So, under the law of heaven, he needs to pay the price. To save your life, he needs to use his own life to compensate for the law of heaven."

This is very metaphysical. Zhuo Yang does not practice Taoism and does not fully understand the cause and effect, but he believes that there is no need to lie to him or scare him.

"You mean...my life will be in danger for the next year?"

"It's not that exaggerated. Uncle Master, have you ever changed someone's fate against the will of heaven?" Xiu Xiu said, "But your changes make me feel that you may have broken some rules. Since it is football, the way of heaven will have its way in football." Some compensation, adding support to you is a kind of balanced compensation."

"Correction, I can't think of any other big pushback in football. Sudden talent? No way."

"I don't understand football, so I can't be more specific, but there will definitely be resistance."

"Only one year?"

"It should only be a year."

"Why?"

"Because the way of heaven... actually bullies the weak and fears the strong. If it can't subjugate you, it will accept it."

"Hahaha, then I won't worry anymore." Zhuo Yang said with a smile: "I thought I was invincible, and I was worried that football would be very boring if I continued playing like this. Only with opponents can I be happy. I look forward to what God will give me. What kind of resistance should I arrange?"

Correction blew on the roaring cicada again, but it still didn't work at all. Zhuo Yang twirled the peanuts on the plate and flicked his index finger. The peanuts shot out from the window and hit the cicada accurately. "Cicada~Cicada~" stopped abruptly.

"Uncle Master, this is not good."

"It doesn't matter." Zhuo Yang stood up. "I'm going home for dinner. Your food is too bland and not to my taste."

"Xiu Xiu, don't imitate your master, you can't learn it either. You'd better find a wife and take on a few apprentices. Otherwise, take on a female apprentice and get the job done at once."

"Uncle Master, this is not good."