Mr. Wu smiled brightly, raised his head and said: "I am nearly sixty years old this year. I have been doing nothing in my life. In this life, I can do something insignificant for the people of the world. I am willing to do it. Even if I am punished by God, I am willing to do it."
The Taoist priest suddenly turned his head, looked at Mr. Wu with piercing eyes, and said in awe: "I underestimated you. It turns out that you already knew that such an act would be punished by God. You are indeed a man."
The Taoist priest turned his head to look at Yang Fan and let out a surprised sigh.
"This noble man, it's so strange to see that I can't see your luck. Are you not from this world?"
"Bold! You devil, you dare to be rude in front of Uncle Dingyuan, and if you dare to talk nonsense again, someone will pull out your tongue." Donkey Dan was furious. This bull-nosed man actually dared to speak out and attack the master. This is terrible.
What is unbearable?
Suddenly, the servants looked at the demon with ferocious faces. As soon as the master nodded, they immediately rushed forward and chopped him into seventeen or eighteen pieces.
"You are Uncle Dingyuan. Uncle Dingyuan has such a great name, why are you such a young boy?" the Taoist priest said in surprise.
Yang Fan smiled and said: "It's high and pure, spiritual and beautiful, and its tragic songs are bright and clear. Sir, you are persistent."
The Taoist priest laughed dumbly and said: "It is well said. If you have ambition, it is not your age. If you have no ambition, you will live a hundred years in vain. It is just like a frog in a poor Taoist well."
This Taoist priest is familiar with Taoism and knows the origin of Yang Fan's two sentences.
The high, pure and spiritual are beautiful, and the sad songs are clear in the sky. This sentence is quoted from the Xuan Ling Bao of Taishang Cave.
The meaning of this sentence is that people with high moral standards should let nature take its course, be quiet and do nothing, and be beautiful in mind. Don't engage in formalism and sing tragic songs into the sky. That is to say, be like a child, respect facts, and seek truth from facts. Don't have preconceptions about things in the world.
Don't use worldly perspective to make distinctions.
Yang Fan cupped his hands and said: "Sir, you can walk on the wind and have a fairy-like posture. You must be an expert in this world. I don't know what you can teach me."
"Now in the grassland outside the Great Wall, Uncle Dingyuan is one of three people in the world. There are more than 300,000 men in control of Mongolia in Mongolia and millions of war horses. I am afraid that Uncle Dingyuan's territory in Zunhua has no less than 100,000 soldiers. This is
Competing for the capital of the world. You can hide it from the emperor, but you have to hide it from the poor Taoist." The Taoist said with a solemn face. "Since the Qin and Han Dynasties, the Central Plains dynasty has never occupied the grassland. Now it is the first time in thousands of years.
Uncle Dingyuan is naturally blessed with great fortune, but it is a pity that the poor man cannot understand it. How dare he talk nonsense."
The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched and he murmured in his heart that this demon had good luck today. If Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru were here, he would definitely tell the truth. Those two ladies are ruthless and will never allow anyone to know the Yang family's true trump card.
However, the Taoist priest was not stupid. He looked around. The servants around Yang Fan all seemed to see where they could use a knife on him. He said helplessly: "But for today's matter, I can be of a little help.
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Yang Fan cupped his hands and said, "Please give me some advice, sir."
"This tree must not move. This is the turning point. A big tree between heaven and earth is like a nail, nailing the air flow. Once it shakes, the air flow will be dispersed, which will be troublesome."
"How can a tree be nailed to a tree?" Mr. Wu shook his head and said. Since ancient times, gold and silver have been used, and at last they had to be made of metal. The effect of wooden nails is probably not satisfactory.
"Hmph! You are not convinced that you are not good at learning. There is a tree between heaven and earth. It plays the role of communicating between heaven and earth. It is the connection point between heaven and earth. I am afraid this tree is a thousand years old. It has been struck by lightning. Can lightning be able to suppress it?
live."
Mr. Wu was speechless. There is nothing in this world that thunder and lightning cannot stop.
Even in later generations, many people are opposed to building high-voltage electricity towers near their homes because they are afraid of damaging the feng shui. Electricity is very powerful. It is best to keep large windmills far away from your home. Those things are considered to be the evil of pressure and flying knives.
Sickle evil... in short, very bad.
The effect of ordinary lightning-struck trees is limited. But if it is a lonely tree on the top of a mountain or in the plain, it should not be underestimated. It is a bridge between heaven and earth. If the tree has been struck by lightning but the tree is still lush and green, it will be even more powerful, far from being an ordinary lightning-struck tree.
comparable.
This tree is blessed by the power of heaven and earth, and it has been struck by lightning and has the properties of thunder, so it can indeed be pinned.
Mr. Wu blushed for a while, bowed his head and said: "Young man is incompetent, please teach me."
"Huh, forget it, I'll do it." The Taoist priest took out a talisman, held an ancient pine-patterned sword, and murmured words as he walked quickly around the big tree. After walking a few times, he suddenly stood still and put the talisman in his hand.
Hit the tree trunk.
The yellow paper was pasted on the tree trunk, and Yang Fan looked at it with great interest. But the next moment, the yellow paper suddenly spontaneously ignited without wind, flashing a dazzling golden light, and it was absorbed by the tree with a pop sound. It was like nothing else.
Nothing happened in general.
Then, everyone's eyes flashed. This sloppy Taoist priest also disappeared.
A word came from the distance: "Bury the bronze cannon in the pit on the east side."
Everyone turned around and saw that the Taoist priest was already skiing down the uphill slope on a wooden board at a speed as fast as lightning. Everyone was stunned.
Yang Fan smiled bitterly and ran as fast as he could. He also knew that what he said was inappropriate and he was afraid that he would have murderous intentions.
"Go and find out. What this person said today is not allowed to be spread. Otherwise, military law will be engaged." Yang Fan said with a straight face.
Everyone was frightened and kept shouting.
There is indeed a crack in the mountain three hundred meters to the east. Just throw a hundred copper cannons into it and let the engineers blow up the cliff next to it. It saves a lot of trouble.
Yang Fan said to Mr. Wu: "Sir, don't worry. The Taoist didn't know why. He was afraid that we would shoot holes in the tree and destroy the tree, so he told us to move to a safer place. You see, it is buried in the crack in the mountain."
May I."
Mr. Wu took out the compass and examined it carefully, then pointed at the stars, and then nodded, meaning it had no effect.
"Although I don't know what is in this tree, or what kind of plane that man was flying on the tree just now. But as long as it doesn't affect our affairs, there is no need to destroy other people's arrangements. The beauty of a gentleman, just do it in this crack." Yang Fan
He said with a smile. I met an interesting person today.
One hundred bronze cannons were put into the crack with ropes, with their muzzles facing the direction of Shenyang. Then engineers blew down the stone wall, completely burying the place.
Mr. Wu was very satisfied with the work of the engineers and said to Yang Fan: "This arrangement can suppress the luck of the slaves for at least ten years."
Yang Fan nodded and said, "Then I'm relieved. Let's set off tomorrow morning and go up the river to see the source of the Onan River. Let's see what the place where the proud man of heaven, Long Xing, looked like."
Mr. Wu also stroked his beard and smiled and said: "I have wanted to go and see it for a long time, but I have never had the chance. This time it is thanks to the proprietor's blessing. Otherwise, I, an old man, would not dare to go wild in the Chechen Khan's territory. It is to the east. The Daxianbei Mountains are the birthplace of the Donghu ethnic group, and the southwest is not far from the Dragon City where the Huns worshiped the heavens. It is really a mysterious land."
This chapter has been completed!