Sword of Coming

(The fifth volume of the Jianlai physical book is already on the market.)

Last year, this year and next, spring comes and spring comes, flowers bloom and fall, Dongjun always decides.

A young man in white clothes was walking alone on the official road outside the capital, holding a large handful of stinky tofu skewered on bamboo sticks in each hand, and eating a mouthful of chili red oil.

The young man chewed stinky tofu, suddenly raised his head and glanced at the sky, his cheeks bulging, and said in surprise, "I have received good news from a real person, and there is no doubt that it will be in the world."

It was originally a celestial phenomenon where the moon and stars were sparse. In an instant, the stars were shining brightly, as if a bright moon had temporarily abdicated to give way to a Milky Way. However, this vision was fleeting.

I believe that the Imperial Heavenly Supervisors of various countries have captured this strange celestial phenomenon. If nothing unexpected happens, it will soon turn into a mess, and it is destined to be a sleepless night.

Cui Dongshan curled his lips, "Is this the newest member of the Fourteenth Realm?"

It is estimated that the old scholar helped Yu Lao Shenxian a lot. Otherwise, according to Cui Dongshan's deduction, the opportunity for Fu Lu and Yu Xuan to join the Taoism was after the founders of the three religions broke away from Taoism.

He picked up the stinky tofu in his hand and wrote the word "丂" in the air.

Cui Dongshan took back his hand, quickly ate a few strings of stinky tofu, threw away the bamboo sticks, freed up one hand, and shook his snow-white sleeves, which he called "beating stupid parts."

Then a golden elixir earthly immortal fell out from inside, it was Liu Mao, the Longzhou Taoist from Huanghua Temple in Mirage City.

The mountains and rivers are far away, the nights are long, and there is still a long way to go before we reach our destination. We have to find someone to chat with to relieve our boredom.

Liu Mao, who had been thrown out of his sleeves, stood still, not sure where he was, let alone asking any questions.

Cui Dongshan raised his hand, "Do you want to eat stinky tofu?"

Liu Mao shook his head, "I can't get used to it."

Cui Dongshan complained: "It's hypocritical to be pampered and have tender skin and tender flesh."

Liu Mao didn't dare to talk back.

If the young Yin Guan was deep in the city, and the threads of his thoughts were somewhat traceable, and it took a lot of brainpower to communicate, then the Cui Zongzhu in front of him, who claimed to be his student, was simply unreasonable. crazy. Even if Chen Ping'an's words are ugly and unpleasant, Chen Ping'an won't punch himself for no reason, but Cui Dongshan can, and he will punch and kick Liu Mao at the slightest disagreement, which is called euphemistically. The key to enlightenment depends on pushing and knocking.

Cui Dongshan chewed the stinky tofu and shook his head, "It's delicious, delicious, delicious."

Liu Mao followed him silently. He had to admit that he was certain that he would be able to obtain elixirs in seclusion this time. But without the "interference" of this young man in white during the retreat, Liu Mao didn't think he could "make elixirs". "Become a third grade", and earn the atmosphere of the alchemy room that was not expected in advance and was purely unexpected. The purple air is steaming, and the alchemy room is used as a bookstore with 50,000 scrolls.

People on the mountain say that the legendary first-grade alchemy is a sure candidate for ascension, such as Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master Zhao Tianlai, Paidi Peak Fire Dragon Master, and Ai Aizhou Wei She, who calls himself the master of Seventy-two Peaks, are all there. this column. However, ascension realm monks who formed elixirs in their early years mostly achieved second-grade elixirs, so becoming third-grade elixirs was still the dream outcome of many earthly immortals.

In return, Liu Mao needs to assist the first master of the Qingping Sword Sect to quietly complete a task and develop a seismometer that can accurately measure the changes in the mountains and rivers of Tongyezhou.

It's no wonder that Liu Mao didn't agree, but this kind of feat, isn't it what Liu Mao thinks about, and it can only be a good thing in the sky by himself?

Cui Dongshan asked casually: "The chicken-spacing pen that you improved is even pleasing to my eyes. Has your Majesty the Emperor found a buyer for the second batch of sales?"

Liu Mao replied truthfully: "There is no way to know His Majesty's plan."

In the previous Daquan dynasty, which was so poor that it could not be revealed, a new study department was established in the manufacturing office. Yao Jinzhi, intentionally or unintentionally, built the factory site at the Lotus Bridge near the Baoquan Bureau of the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Cangchang Yamen, only a few meters away from Liu Mao's Huanghua Temple. walking path. The last time His Majesty the Emperor visited the Taoist Temple in person, he had a talk with Liu Mao. Not long after His Majesty returned to the palace, Liu Mao gained an aristocratic and powerful official, and also gained a secret priest status as an errand in the Ministry of Punishment. With Mao's help, the Secretary of the Library soon became the money tree and cornucopia of the imperial court.

The main purpose is to create the kind of "imperial" chicken spur pen, which is now sold to the immortal mansions on the mountains and the countries under the mountains in the north and south of the continent. It can be said to be a huge profit and solves the urgent need of the Daquan Yao family.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Ten taels of silver are sold for the price of a piece of snow. The merchants Mr. Fan and Bao Fangzhai Zhang Zhi will probably drool when they see it."

Liu Mao hesitated to speak, but he still held it back.

Isn't the biggest hero your husband?

For the first batch of chicken-spacing pens, Daquan Yao family no longer has to look for buyers, because Jade Guizong has already ordered a total of 30,000 chicken-spacing pens, which will be bundled with the Jiang family's secretly made Luomei Jian from Yunku Blessed Land. A chicken-spar pen with the guise of being "imperially made" costs a piece of snow money, which is a full thousand taels of silver! But in fact, the cost of the materials consumed is about seven or eight taels of silver. At most, if some moire patterns and auspicious words are added, including the labor costs of skilled craftsmen, it will not exceed ten taels of silver.

No wonder Liu Mao was shocked when he heard the price.

The imperial court's pricing was indeed too sinister. But anyway, it is to make money from the immortal masters on the mountain and dignitaries from all over the world, and it will not deceive the poor. Besides, Liu Mao, a Taoist priest who is the master of the temple, has completely drawn a clear line with his identity as the prince of the previous dynasty, especially since Liu Mao just took the golden elixir not long ago. Becoming a legendary land god, he is no longer interested in these worldly disputes, or it may be said that the situation forces him to make a choice without knowing how to protect himself.

Cui Dongshan ate the remaining stinky tofu and threw the bamboo sticks one by one as hidden weapons, shouting "Swish, swish, swish."

Then he burped, Cui Dongshan twisted his wrist, and an extra bamboo artifact came out, and said with a smile: "Immortal Longzhou, can you tinker with this?"

Liu Mao nodded. He was knowledgeable and naturally recognized this "bamboo tube". It is commonly known as fishing drum among the people. It also has a name in Taoism, Tao tube, which is slightly different from fishing drum. In the past, some literati in the Daquan government and the public also liked to play with this thing, playing fishing drums, singing Taoist songs, and reciting a moral Huangting. When Liu Mao was still the prince of Daquan, he was famous for his elegance.

Cui Dongshan knocked on the Taoist drum on his own, just deliberately speaking nonsense, so that Liu Mao, an expert, could only feel noisy.

You must know that Liu Mao is a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he has to endure it more hard. When Chen Ping'an was in the Taoist temple's study, Liu Mao would feel awkward just because the books were placed in the wrong place.

On this deserted and lonely official road, Cui Dongshan joked with Liu Mao while jumping around and howling like ghosts and wolves: "The Gao family of the Sui Dynasty in Aquarius Continent has been in the country for one thousand and two hundred years, a full thousand and two hundred years, that is. Back then, Aquarius Continent was a small territory and no one looked down upon it. Otherwise, if word spread, it would scare people to death. How many dynasties in the history of the Middle-earth Divine Continent were able to live such long lives? The Gao family of the Great Sui Dynasty was a close neighbor of the Great Li Dynasty. So, Do you know where the Gao family’s Longxing Land is?”

Liu Mao said: "Yiyang County, according to historical records, has been fond of fishing drums since ancient times."

Cui Dongshan stretched out his thumb towards Liu Mao and praised: "You have useless knowledge, but you know so much."

Liu Mao was silent.

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "If there is a chance, I will definitely help you introduce you to the Sui Dynasty as the emperor, and Yu Lu, who was born in the Lu Dynasty. The three of you have roughly the same origins and similar situations. You are brothers in distress. If you get together, there will be Chatting, getting drunk, and each talking about the sad parts, they will definitely cry and cry, making other people feel sad when they see it."

One is the prince who lost his country and was responsible for half the country's military fortune. He became a bereaved dog who didn't even dare to keep his surname. Yu Lu Yu Lu, Yu Lu, Yu Lu, the rest of the Lu family.

Gao Xuan, the new emperor of the Sui Dynasty, had good Taoist aptitude and deep blessings. Otherwise, Gao Xuan would not have been able to "purchase" the golden carp and the Dragon King Basket from Li Ershu in Lizhu Cave. Back then, just because of the covenant with the Dali Song family, Gao Xuan had to go to Linlu Academy in Piyun Mountain, Longquan County as a proton to study. Because he had been cultivated as a prince and heir apparent, he could obviously go to the mountain to practice Taoism. The immortal who has been around for a long time has no choice but to violate the rules of the Confucian Temple, sit on the dragon throne as the emperor, and commit suicide, which is tantamount to "asking for suicide."

As for Liu Mao next to him, he had bad luck and a miserable life, so he had to embark on a path of monasticism.

If possible, I believe Liu Mao would definitely be willing to exchange a piece of the future achievements of the great road on the mountain for a dragon robe, and just be an emperor for a long time in the world.

Everyone wants something, and everyone doesn't get it.

Liu Mao said calmly: "Then I'll trouble you, Sect Master Cui, to introduce me."

Cui Dongshan put away the bamboo tube, put it in his sleeve again, and rubbed his chin.

When Ning Yao, the master's wife, entered Lizhu Cave, she had a seemingly insidious sneak attack.

It is still impossible to trace the origin to the source. This is a distressing matter that makes Cui Dongshan feel depressed every time he thinks about it.

The old bastard may have guessed it, but deliberately didn't say it. Qi Jingchun might have figured it out, but she also didn't tell her husband.

My husband must be most concerned about it, but after so many years, he still hasn't said a word to anyone.

Yiyang Yugu, a vassal of the Sui Dynasty belonged to the Huangting Kingdom.

Cui Dongshan sighed and scratched his head vigorously.

The young man in white in the corner of Liu Mao's eye has a unique demeanor.

It looks relaxed and lazy, but it looks like a real person. Occasionally, if there is something lost, if there is something thoughtful.

Cui Dongshan stood on tiptoes, looked into the distance, and said, "Fellow Taoist Longzhou, we have to hurry up and get on our way."

Liu Mao nodded. After forming the elixir, the Qi practitioner could shrink the earth's veins and cross mountains and rivers, just like crossing fields and ditches.

To be honest, if he had not become an Earth Immortal and was held in Cui Dongshan's sleeve, and could occasionally fall out like this to take a breath, otherwise Liu Mao would have long wanted to find a secluded place to practice and use various Earth Immortal magical powers. .

Walk through the mountains and rivers while shrinking from the ground, chase the sun and moon through space, ascend to the sky and fly in the daytime.

It's just that Cui Dongshan neither shrank nor resisted the wind, but instead used a crappy method that made Liu Mao laugh or cry. Armored Horsemanship and Speedy Movement are the mountain magic arts commonly used by monks in the lower five realms.

Liu Mao saw Cui Dongshan solemnly writing the name of an ancient god on his forehead, then squatted down, tied a red book talisman on his leg, stood up, shook his wrist, and jumped a few times.

Then Cui Dongshan took out a talisman horse from the snow-white sleeve that looked like a "treasure box". When it landed, it was a snow-white divine horse, "Fellow Taoist Longzhou, what are you doing standing there? Turn over and get on the horse. This is the Zhaoye Jade Lion Horse that is often seen in novels about rivers and lakes! It is more than ten feet long from head to tail, and eight feet high from hoof to spine. It is extraordinary and magical. It can travel thousands of miles in a day and eight hundred in a night. You and I are in a shabby state. I can rely on foreign objects to travel, but I don’t have enough Taoism to make up for it."

As he spoke, the young man in white rushed forward, laughed at the top of his lungs and shouted: "The clouds are flying and the fog is flying."

Liu Mao rode on the talisman horse, one person at a time. They were as fast as thunder on the post road, and their figures were blurred, as if they were stretching out a white line.

Cui Dongshan ran all the way, waving his hands as fast as lightning, "Yunyan Country, ha, Shao Yunyan, we Shao Jianxian really should come here to visit."

Only then did Liu Mao realize that he had arrived in Yunyan Country.

After that, Cui Dongshan entered a county town in the Yunyan Kingdom's Gyeonggi Province. In Chi County, where there were six county captains alone, Cui Dongshan put away all the magic weapons on his body, and then took back the talisman from Liu Mao's hand. Ma, familiar with the roads, walked through the streets and alleys, and finally led Liu Mao to a closed bookstore. The shop was in the layout of a front shop and a back square.

In fact, almost the entire street is filled with bookstores. Cui Dongshan stood at the door and asked: "Do you know why the entire Gyeonggi area of ​​Yunyan Kingdom has not suffered from war or war?"

Liu Mao shook his head and said, "I don't know."

There are some great dynasties with great national power at the foot of the mountain, and the court often likes to compile large series of books, often tens of thousands of volumes, as a symbol of political clarity and peace.

For example, when the Daquan Dynasty's surname was still Liu, they compiled a voluminous imperial masterpiece, and the prince Liu Mao was the real CEO behind the scenes.

The capital city of Yunyan Kingdom has instead become a paradise that managed to escape the military disaster from beginning to end. After the restoration of the country, it hardly needed any construction or repairs.

There are different opinions among the immortal masters on Yizhou Mountain as to why the Yunyan Kingdom was able to escape this disaster. For the Yunyan Qin family, it was naturally the manifestation of their ancestors.

Cui Dongshan rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "There is less spring in the poor alleys, but the moon shines brightest in the wealthy families. The bookstore never sleeps, come, go in and have a look, I will give you a lot of insights."

In Yunyan Country, not only official large-scale printing of books, but also private book engraving and bookseller publishing have become common practice.

Just talking about such an inconspicuous shop, a rough estimate shows that there are more than 90,000 engravings stored in the warehouse.

Cui Dongshan clasped the back of his head with both hands and said with a smile: "It's either a scholarly family or a Shilu family. It's rich in culture and self-restraint. It's Gui or Orchid, whether it's beautiful or seedling, whether it's a wise man or a scholar. Absolutely."

"I have to inform the owner of the bookstore that he has been robbed!"

"Such a chivalrous heart is worthy of praise and tears."

Liu Mao just shut up and turned a blind eye to Cui Dongshan's absurd actions and strange words.

Cui Dongshan pocketed all the carvings and asked Liu Mao to wait here for a while, saying that he was going to meet a future guest minister of his sect.

The boy in white walks alone on the street.

Rabbits fly and crows disappear in the sky, and the world has passed through the ages.

I hope that the Qing Emperor will always be the Lord and not teach the world to have fallen flowers.

In the ancestral hall of an old mansion, there are two portraits hanging on the wall with no written names.

On top of the sacred table, in addition to the incense burner, there are also several beautifully mounted ancient books wrapped in blue and white silk.

There was a middle-aged man, his appearance was nothing out of the ordinary, but his attire was unusual. He was wearing a mixed-colored shirt, with green, red, moon white and gray and black colors mixed in.

After offering incense, he put three sticks of incense in the incense burner without turning around, and said calmly: "Since you are a monk who went up the mountain, why did you come down the mountain to become a thief?"

On the other side of the beam, a head poked out, "The gentleman on the beam is also a gentleman."

It turned out that there was a young man with a Chinese character face, wearing white clothes. After his whereabouts were discovered, he rolled and fell to the ground.

When the young man in white fell to the ground, he seemed to have a sprained leg. His face was sullen at first, and then he couldn't bear the pain. Suddenly he raised his legs and hugged his knees. The golden rooster stood alone and screamed.

The scribe frowned and reminded: "Be quiet."

The boy with the Chinese character face patted his belly and said, "I'm a little hungry. I wonder if there is food here. Just white rice. No need for food or wine. I'm the best at making ends meet."

The scribe remained silent, just watching the unidentified uninvited guest quietly.

The young man laughed and said, "But it's best to have the kind of rice that has been cooked with hard work, such as dismantling the legs of an old car. Do you have any here?"

The scribe narrowed his eyes and looked gloomy, staring at the young man who seemed to be speaking freely.

The young man in white put his hands behind his back and looked at a hanging portrait on the wall, "Hey, what a coincidence, it happens to be dedicated to Mr. Gong Zeng, such a high official. Let me guess the identity of this other person." "

"It is said that good paper can live for thousands of years, but what is the reality? Improper storage of books, insect infestation, mold on the paper, etc. are all minor disasters. The library is leaked, and on the way to be sold, it is buried with some pedantic scribes. Etc., is a medium calamity. On the contrary, war and the imperial court ordering the destruction of banned books are the major calamities for books."

Having said this, the young man lowered his gaze and looked at the ancient books on the table, "If each ancient book can be passed down for hundreds of years, it will be nothing but the protection of ghosts and gods, right?"

The young man then withdrew his gaze, turned to look at the scribe, and said with a smile: "You can be regarded as an out-and-out meritorious minister. At least you have left a part of Tong Yezhou's literary destiny."

The scribe laughed at himself: "It's just self-protection, not meritorious."

Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "Of course I'm just saying polite words to you. My husband taught me that sweet things can be used as money when you go out."

Cui Dongshan nodded to himself and said: "When you are away from home, you can do a favor and lend a hand. Helping people is worthless, so why not do it."

The scribe twitched his lips and said, "It seems that fellow Taoist has a good gentleman."

"There are immortals and Buddhas at home, and they have the true way every day. If you enter Zhilan's room, the secret palace of Linlang, and be influenced by your ears and eyes, you can become a virtuous person even if you don't become a saint."

The young man in white put his hands on his waist and laughed loudly: "My husband also heard the principle of not spending money from the old people in his hometown."

The scribe said: "If my fellow Taoist has finished speaking, then I will issue an order to expel the guest."

Cui Dongshan waved his hand, "No, it's still early. When it comes to merit, I only talk about things but not the heart. When it comes to the heart, no one is perfect."

"It's like a butcher buying meat. When it's put on the scale, it weighs two pounds. One of them collects the money. He's an innocent boy and old man, and the other buys the meat."

"Only when it comes to scholars doing knowledge, it is necessary to discuss both traces and heart."

Listening to the strange words of the strange foreigner, the scribe finally couldn't help but ask: "Who are you, qualified to discuss merits and reward here?"

Cui Dongshan blinked, "He has been here before, and you have seen him, right?"

The scribe smiled and asked, "It's incomprehensible and clueless. What on earth are fellow Taoists talking about?"

Cui Dongshan waved his sleeves and complained: "We are all scholars. We can eat randomly, but we can't talk nonsense. I warn you not to talk nonsense. I have a bad temper. Be careful. What I say will become a prophecy. I really disappoint you." No idea."

The scribe laughed and said: "No matter who you are, you might as well open the skylight and speak openly. Tell me what you have to do with me."

Because of his weak Dao roots, although his fighting ability can be completely ignored, he is really not afraid of the entanglement of a great monk and will run away if he can't beat him.

Especially in today's world, Tongyezhou has returned to the hands of the Confucian Temple.

He also didn't think that a great monk on the top of the mountain would dare to act recklessly in what is now the capital of Yunyan Kingdom.

The young man took out a jade bamboo folding fan from his sleeve, twisted it with two fingers, and opened it with a snap. There were four big characters written on the fan, "To convince people with virtue."

"I took the liberty of visiting you today. I just have a small request to discuss with you."

"Fellow Taoist, please tell me."

"Hang on with me from now on, I'll make sure that a person as humble as you can still be well-off."

"What if I don't want to?"

The young man turned his fan and read the same four characters: "I will be beaten to death if you don't agree."

The scribe choked on his words and remained silent for a long time. He sneered and said, "My fellow Taoist, your tone is quite serious."

Cui Dongshan waved his bamboo fan gently, "When he was standing here, did he say anything?"

The scribe asked in return: "Are you a gentleman and sage from a certain academy?"

Cui Dongshan's eyes were sad, as if he was extremely wronged, "You're so good, why are you scolding me?"

The scribe narrowed his eyes and said, "Fellow Taoist, your words are interesting."

"You really don't recognize me?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

"I'm Dongshan!"

The scribe was stunned for a moment, Dongshan? That Cui Dongshan from Qingping Sword Sect?

After all, the monk who can find it all the way here must not be an ordinary Qi practitioner.

The Ancestral Hall in the capital of Yunyan Kingdom was temporarily established on the day when the two dragons raised their heads in February this year. It was built specifically to dig a large road. There are only a handful of people who have two seats in the Ancestral Hall, just as a common The founders were the several factions, such as the Jade Gui Sect, dedicated to Wang Ji, and a very senior but unknown ancestor who was a foreigner.

Of course, there is also the Qingping Sword Sect who suddenly emerged, namely Zhong Qiu, the helmsman of Quan Mansion, and Cao Qinglang, the leader of Jingxing Peak.

For some reason, Miyu, the Great Sword Immortal who serves as the chief worshiper, actually gave up his seat in the Ancestral Hall to the young Cao Qinglang. I don’t know what the arrangements are for the Qingping Sword Sect.

Are you just going to take a great swordsman who came from the Great Wall of Sword Qi so seriously?

Mi Yu, who is nicknamed "Mi Ban Yao", really doesn't have any grudges about this?

Cui Dongshan closed the folding fan and said with a smile: "As long as you agree to my invitation, I can promise you something in turn as a meeting gift. Believe me, that is something that you have been thinking about for thousands of years, and it will definitely make you happy." Get what you want.”

"Oh? Could it be that Sect Master Cui can also read minds?"

"Mind reading? It's nothing. I'm better at guessing people's thoughts."

This scholar from the Yunyan Kingdom who was born out of the literary movement smiled and said, "Tell me about it."

Cui Dongshan said: "I will take you to the Chinese Confucian Temple in the future to discuss knowledge with Jingsheng Xiping."

"really?"

"Take it seriously, you must take it seriously!"

Cui Dongshan smacked his chest loudly, "My husband and Na Jing are the same as each other. We have been friends for many years, and we have been friends since we met at such a late age!"

The scribe pondered for a moment and said, "Let me think about it."

Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "It should be so."

The scribe suddenly asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will collude with him?"

Cui Dongshan sighed, "You, a scrap, think too highly of yourself. The reason why I ask this is just out of curiosity. Did he cry silently when he was standing here?"

Cui Dongshan quickly defended himself, "Don't be angry. I'm a straightforward person, but I have a soft mouth and a soft heart. Don't believe me?"

The boy in white took a breath, full of the smell of stinky tofu.

The scribe was speechless.

Cui Dongshan tapped his shoulder lightly with his fan and smiled.

The world of barbaric people is rich in knowledge, and suffers from the fact that there are no friends in the world.

It is said, just said, that many years ago, Haoran Jia Sheng, who had left his hometown, once stood on Daixuan Mountain and looked north to his hometown alone for a long time.

Cui Dongshan suddenly put his hand to his mouth, "Since we are members of our own family, I must tell you a small report. A thief has stolen your engraving! It's hateful. Let's go and beat him up?!"

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The capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, Yongjia County.

In an alley, a Taoist priest suddenly stopped, looked into a small courtyard, and let out a soft sigh.

In the courtyard, there was a lean young man who was weaving a dustpan under the light of the moon. He was startled at first. When he turned his head to look at the alley, he saw that familiar face over the low wall. The dark young man was full of eyes. His face was surprised and in disbelief, and he murmured: "Daoist Master Wu?"

The Taoist priest twisted his beard and smiled, "We met again. It was purely a coincidence."

The young man quickly put down the half-knitted dustpan in his hand, stood up and came to the low wall, and asked in surprise, "Where is Taoist Master Wu?"

It's midnight, it's late at night, Taoist Wu can't come here to admire the moon, right?

The Taoist priest looked around and said in a deep voice: "Recently, a monster has been causing trouble in the capital. It has a good Taoist practice and is unscrupulous. It is good at hiding and escaping. Tonight, I have been tracking the opponent's tracks all the way to this point. I never thought that it would escape. How dare the opponent In the most virtuous place in the country, at the feet of the emperor, walking through the city with such arrogance and lawlessness, the poor Taoist naturally can't tolerate it. Generally, the Taoist people who know a little bit about the magic are unable to deal with it, haha, but since they encounter the poor Taoist, forget it This time I went down the mountain and went out, I didn’t have to turn to the almanac.”

The young man was at a loss.

When the Taoist priest saw this, he changed to a common vernacular and said, "There is a monster that has become a spirit and comes down the mountain to harm people. I want to catch the monster and do justice for heaven."

The young man's eyes flashed instantly, and sure enough, he guessed it right. This Taoist priest Wu, who looked like an immortal at first sight, was by no means just a fortune teller and made money. He was really the kind of immortal who could slay demons and demons!

The wall of Huangniyuan is not high, so the two sides have conversations across the wall.

The young man in the courtyard is short and thin, while the Taoist priest in the alley is slender and a head taller.

The young man was worried and asked in a low voice: "Taoist Master Wu, if the monster escapes, will it harm anyone?"

"Since Pindao has appeared and fought with it, it already knows how powerful it is. It will definitely not dare to show its head in the capital tonight. It will only find a place to hide obediently."

The Taoist priest smiled casually and said: "Besides, it was only temporarily out of sight. The poor Taoist has some unique magical skills to ensure that he will capture it before dawn, nine out of ten. This is called escaping the first day of the lunar month, but not the fifteenth day." "

The young man secretly put his hands behind his back, rubbed his linen clothes to gain courage, and said with a shy face, "Is Taoist Master Wu sitting inside?"

The Taoist priest hummed, "That's fine, I'll just drink some water with you. There's no need to boil the water. If you have a water tank, just pour a ladle of well water into it."

The young man unlocked the door of the courtyard and led the Taoist priest into the courtyard. He first asked Taoist Master Wu to sit on the bench, and he immediately went to the kitchen water tank to ladle water. The Taoist priest was really not particular. He did not sit on the stool, but just sat down on the steps. Over there, he gently reminded the young man that he could just take the gourd and gourd instead of a bowl. When the young man ran over, the Taoist priest took the old gourd and gourd, raised his head and drank, wiping his mouth. After returning the gourd and ladle, the Taoist priest exhaled and said with a smile, "Thank you. Just one ladle of water."

When the young man put the gourd and ladle back into the kitchen and returned, the Taoist smiled and said, "By the way, I never asked you what your name was."

The young man did not sit on the bench. He sat on the steps like Taoist Master Wu, turned sideways and respectfully replied: "Taoist Master Wu, my name is Baiyun."

The Taoist priest nodded, "Your last name is Bai Mingyun? It's indeed an easy name to remember."

In Lu Chen's "Heaven and Earth", there is a saying: "A man who has been tired of the world for a thousand years went to the immortal world and rode on the white clouds to the imperial hometown." Is this perhaps the real coincidence?

The young man hesitated for a moment and whispered: "I dare not lie to the Taoist priest. In fact, Baiyun is just my current name. My original surname was Ning, and my name was Ning Ji."

The Taoist priest was obviously a little surprised, and he said with a smile: "Ning? It's a very good surname."

After a moment of silence, the Taoist priest praised: "If the astronomy is out of order and the wind and fog are constant, you can only get Ningji by practicing virtue and bowing. Ningji, a good name. In addition to the beautiful meaning of the literal meaning, I would like to think about the person who gave you this name. , I have high hopes for you."

The young man was stunned for a moment, then grimaced and lowered his head. However, the young man quickly raised his head and smiled at the knowledgeable Taoist Master Wu.

This young man named Ningji, in the depths of his eyes, there is a sadness that seems to be self-pity, but also an unknown gratitude.

Chen Ping'an patted the young man's shoulder and said with a smile: "But I think that there may not be such formal expectations in choosing this name. It just means the literal meaning. That's all. I just hope that you will be safe and sound. .”

For those who have passed their youth, seeing certain young people again is like seeing themselves.

Ning Ji, who could barely keep a straight face at first, immediately burst into tears after hearing these words. He lowered his head and nodded vigorously.

The young man's sorrow and nostalgia are filled with moonlight, flowing like water.

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The night mist was like a gauze, and in the hazy place, the outline of a tiger appeared, with a pair of fist-sized eyeballs, shining and breathtaking.

This tiger walks silently, is huge, and has teeth higher than those of a human being, as big as an ox.

Generally speaking, there are many snakes in the mountains, but the mountain patrols in this temple have never seen big or long insects.

Fortunately, the mountain patrollers in the temple did not see this scene. The mountain monks in the temple were all mortals with naked eyes who had never practiced magic. Otherwise, they would have been frightened out of their wits.

Yuan Huajing carried a cotton bag and said to the tiger: "You should go back first. I will talk to Shanzhu Chen about it, but whether it will happen or not will ultimately depend on your own destiny."

Famous mountains with large temples have many stories similar to the story of fish and dragons listening to Sanskrit sounds.

The tiger nodded his head to the ground, turned around and left.

Yuan Huajing used the small temple on the mountain as a place to relax and escape from the summer heat, and he had known this tiger who could never reshape himself for many years.

For hundreds of years, the monks in the mountains have never seen him in their entire lives.

There is only one anecdote from a mountain with a long history. There was a mountain spirit that protected the dharma for a great monk. When the monk's mind was unstable, it would roar and sound a warning.

Yuan Huajing looked towards the mountain gate, stepped out, and his figure disappeared like clouds. When he gathered together, he was already in the temple, in an elegant and quiet guest room, with lights still in the room.

The young hermit official, who looked like an old Confucian scholar with white temples, held a Taoist book in his hand, opened the door, and said with a smile: "Why did Yuan Jianxian come down the mountain?"

In fact, the two parties had chatted a lot during the day in the pavilion by the Juxian Cliff.

Yuan Huajing stretched out his hand and handed the bag to Chen Ping'an, "It's a native product of this place, three pounds of Polygonatum japonica. It's not a sign of respect."

"It's a good thing. I've always wanted to dig it out in the mountains, but I kept putting it off until now."

Chen Ping'an was unceremonious and took the bag from Yuan Huajing's hand, lifted it up and weighed it, "With the bag containing Polygonatum japonica, it weighs two pounds and nine taels."

Polygonatum can replenish qi, soothe the five internal organs, and long-term use can lighten the body and prolong life. Therefore, this substance is also called "Wuji Zhi" in medicine books because it can obtain the essence of earth. Therefore, it is also said to be "immortal's leftover grain" among mountain qi practitioners. It has always been one of the common medicinal diets of genealogy masters. However, the medicinal properties of Polygonatum japonica vary greatly from place to place. In fact, Chen Ping'an is no stranger to this. It existed in the mountains of his hometown back then and was not a rare thing, so he was more accustomed to calling it preserved rice and regarded it as a kind of grass to save the poor.

Yuan Huajing got straight to the point and said, "I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall unless I have anything to do. I came down the mountain overnight because I have something to ask for."

Chen Ping'an raised the bag of Huangjing in his hand and said with a smile: "If someone has short hands, it's okay to just tell them. I'll help anyone who can."

Yuan Huajing said: "There is a tiger in the mountain. It has been awakened for hundreds of years, but it has never been able to successfully refine its shape. It dug these few kilograms of Huangjing from the earth. I just helped to donate it."

Chen Pingan thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Such a mountain spirit, a miraculous creature, has become stagnant in a skin and has become a weirdo. No wonder he is anxious and seeks medical treatment in a hurry."

Yuan Huajing waited patiently for the answer.

Chen Ping'an mentioned the Book of Taoism in Ti Zhong, which can also be said to be a herbal book with a summary. Since ancient times, Taoism and medicine have been indistinguishable.

"Since it happens that we are destined for each other."

"I helped you with this."

Yuan Huajing nodded and turned to leave.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "You're here now, don't be in a hurry to leave. We have nothing to do anyway, so just chat more."

Without any explanation, Chen Ping'an led Yuan Huajing across the threshold. He put the book on the table and moved a chair to Yuan Huajing. Yuan Huajing looked at the extremely simple house, which was similar to where he lived.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Zhou Haijing, who completed the Earthly Branches, gave you a lot of headaches, didn't he?"

Yuan Huajing really had a headache when he thought of this female Grand Master, but strangely enough, with Zhou Haijing joining the Dizhi lineage, the two mountains that were originally distantly related now have a sense of the same hatred.

Chen Ping'an asked casually: "If I remember correctly, you seem to have been the official secretary of Dali Province?"

Yuan Huajing said calmly: "It's just a family arrangement. It's poetry and prose, and empty things on paper. It doesn't help people's hearts and customs. A strong man won't do it."

Chen Ping'an whispered, "Listening, this is a bit owed, do you stand in the same way, do you have the ability to go out and how."

Yuan Huajing laughed it off.

Suddenly I remembered that the young hidden official in front of me was a close disciple of the Literary Sage lineage, but he didn't seem to be even a Gongsheng or a scholar?

Chen Pingan asked: "Why did you first think of coming here to hide in peace?"

Yuan Huajing looked a little self-deprecating, and gave a vague answer that was almost unspoken, "It was an accident of God."

Then Yuan Huajing asked, "What do you want here?"

Chen Ping'an asked in confusion: "Why do you ask?"

Yuan Huajing glanced at this guy who seemed to have a sincere face and cursed, why should he ask questions knowingly? You, the young mountain master of Luo Luo Mountain, are just a master who doesn't let go of rabbits and doesn't let go of hawks.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Could it be that Yuan Jianxian felt that what I asked for collided with the purpose of your coming here, and he couldn't fight again, so he had to go down the mountain overnight, not only to help the fellow Taoist in the mountain find a way to solve the problem, but also to Come to me and find out, the answer is yes, you have no choice but to give up, otherwise, Yuan Jianxian will still have a chance."

Yuan Huajing nodded and admitted openly: "I do have this intention."

Chen Ping'an said: "You won't believe me if I come here to ask for nothing, but no matter what you think, I just treat people with sincerity. There is nothing outside my heart. What I want is indeed not outside me."

There was silence between the two for a while.

Chen Ping'an was the first to speak and asked curiously: "What kind of treasure is it that deserves Yuan Jianxian's attention?"

Sensing the strange look on Chen Pingan's face, Yuan Huajing said angrily: "Whether you are a disciple of the Yuan family or a swordsman, there is no reason to take something without telling you or to take it by force."

Chen Ping'an nodded, Yuan Huajing still had some pride and arrogance.

Yuan Huajing suddenly asked: "Have you seen that chicken soup monk, the monk has a clear mind?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "When I attended the meeting at the Confucian Temple before, I saw this Buddhist dragon elephant from a distance, but I never talked to him."

"Then have you ever heard of this Buddhist Dragon Elephant's Three Fields Protector?"

Chen Pingan shook his head. This was the first time he had heard of such secrets. Seeing Yuan Huajing's doubtful face, he could only explain with a smile: "Believe it or not, I have learned a lot about Buddhist public cases over the years, but this It’s really hard to explore the secrets on Mount Zhong.”

Yuan Huajing was doubtful, so he roughly explained the three Dharma protectors. The first Dharma protector of the monk Shenqing was the white horse carrying sutras, and the spread of Buddhism eastward.

The second time was in Qing Ming Tianxia, ​​where there was a far-reaching debate on Buddhism and Taoism. Many Taoists failed in the debate, and as promised, they had their heads shaved on the spot, changed their sects, and entered Buddhism.

The third time I protected the Tao was at Dongshan Temple in Potou Mountain, where I secretly escorted a young monk down the mountain to a ferry.

When Chen Pingan heard this, he nodded slightly.

Yuan Huajing asked: "Since you are proficient in metal and stone seal carving, you must know that there is a bright red seal in the world, but there is no text."

Chen Ping'an looked solemn and said: "Of course, it's a stone pounding rice from the waist of the founder of Zen Buddhism. When he went up the mountain to seek Dharma from the Fifth Patriarch, he first entered the temple to work as a rice pounder. Because of his weak body, the Sixth Patriarch had to pound rice with a stone. "

Yuan Huajing did not hide anything, but simply told the truth, "This seal is inside this temple."

This matter is extremely hidden, and there is no official record in Dali. Cui Guoshi just mentioned it casually at that time, and Yuan Huajing wanted to try his luck here.

Chen Pingan asked: "Does it have something to do with your hidden flying sword?"

Yuan Huajing seemed extremely candid, "It's not about some relationship, but the key point."

Chen Ping'an was a little surprised, but since it involved Yuan Huajing's fundamentals of Taoism, he didn't ask further questions.

He and this direct descendant of the Yuan family of Shangzhu Kingdom are neither enemies nor friends. Although they chatted a few more words today and the relationship has eased, in the end the friendship is not that good.

Yuan Huajing was silent for a long time, and Leng Buding said: "I seem to have two natal flying swords, but in fact one of them is an imitation sword, and it was made by Cui Guoshi."

Chen Pingan fell into deep thought.

Yuan Huajing asked: "I'm asking you something, and I'm free to answer it or not. Do you know clearly the path of the man who killed the dragon and the fourteenth realm of Hedao? Can you tell me?"

Just because of the existence of this sword cultivator, in the past three thousand years, all the descendants of dragons, narcissus spirits and monsters in the world, all those who have the hope of achieving the true dragon path, none of them dared to "cross the thunder pond half a step", like the ten thousand year old dragon in Huang Ting Kingdom , how long does it take to be a Taoist, why don’t you always dare to take risks?

Isn't it because he is afraid that the sword will cross the sky and pass through the cave again?

Chen Ping'an came to his senses, shook his head and said: "It's too taboo. It's not appropriate to reveal the secret to you."

Yuan Huajing nodded.

Chen Pingan said: "That imitation sword is an imitation of my senior brother's natal flying sword, right?"

Yuan Huajing smiled and said, "Guess."

Damn it, it's really comfortable to imitate this young hermit official's eccentric way of speaking.

Chen Pingan didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "Yuan Jianxian just learned a little bit. There is nothing to be happy about. There is a long way to go. Let's keep up the good work."

It's quiet outside the house and there are cypress trees in front of the court.