"Hahaha, that's it. Those two are your Taoist companions. No wonder they came together. However, as aliens, they were excluded as soon as they entered the formation. Junior Brother Pindao caught them and said they were just for drinking.
…”
Above the clouds and mist, Dao Yinzi laughed. He flicked his duster and said calmly: "Don't worry, we have a lot of natural and earthly treasures in Mount Taihua. How can we really cook our friends who are accompanying Dao?" After finishing his words, his eyes fell.
There was a flash of regret.
Chen Cuo nodded, feeling that after this incident, there were fewer barriers, and he turned his attention to his surroundings——
Ride the clouds and travel between heaven and earth.
Below are the rolling green mountains and the traffic. From time to time, you can see small streams and villages in the well fields. Men are farming and women are weaving. The old and young are busy running around. It is really a quiet time.
Looking at the sky again, the peaks are suspended in the sky, some are high in the clouds, some are as low as Qingchuan, it is like an immortal scene.
only……
"Senior, is this really Mount Taihua? Da Chen has never seen such an immortal scene." He raised his head, looked at the two rounds of tomorrow in the sky, and finally asked out the doubts in his heart.
"You can't see it in the Zhou Kingdom," Dao Yinzi stroked his beard and said with a smile, "I just said that this is the secret realm of Taihua, and it is related to Taihua Mountain, but this Taihua is not that Taihua."
Chen Cuo was moved in his heart and said: "Taoyuan?"
"Hahaha, it's not Taoyuan. You'll know when the time comes. Now that I'm involved, I'm afraid the distracting thoughts in your heart will never end." Dao Yinzi seemed unwilling to say more, but pressed down his head and said
Arriving on a hanging peak, "We're here."
The mountains are green and the streams are flowing.
A Taoist temple is buried among the trees.
The bluestone path leads to a quiet place with winding paths.
Chen Cuo was still thinking about the name of the secret realm.
"Don't think too much, get rid of distracting thoughts."
Dao Yinzi whispered something, then walked to the Taoist temple and drew a virtual circle with his whisk.
Immediately, the light turned around, ripples scattered in all directions, the vines covering the wall stretched, and the dust covering the ground flew away, revealing the original appearance of the Taoist temple.
"No one has come here for several years, and it's a bit old." Dao Yinzi led Chen Cuo inside and said as he walked, "The main body of our Taoist tradition in Mount Taihua is called the Yunxiao Sect. It is passed down by the Patriarch Chi Jing.
It is hard to find his trace, and the ancestor is wandering around without knowing where he is going, but he still has to worship him."
The two were walking on a long corridor, with bronze lamps on both sides. As Dao Yinzi walked past, the lamps lit up, and the flames in the lamps danced.
Vaguely, the light and shadow in front of Chen Cuo's eyes were flowing, and he saw figures one after another. There were men and women, some wearing straight jackets, some wearing underskirts, some old, some young and some with handsome postures.
, some are honest and strong...
Vaguely, the phantom of the long river of history reappeared in his mind, seeming to draw his consciousness into it, but Chen Cuo had already experienced it, and he kept his Taoist heart and did not waver.
"These are guiding lights, nineteen in total, which are the magic weapons in the door." Dao Yinzi stopped and showed a satisfied smile, "Let's go."
Squeak.
The door of the Taoist temple is open, and the sunlight is dappled, shining on a picture scroll.
The painting shows an immortal, sitting on a cloud, wearing a purple-striped fairy robe with the Yin and Yang Bagua, holding a Yin and Yang mirror in his left hand and a water and fire front in his right hand.
The scroll is old, with yellowed edges and corners, and has nothing special about it.
"This painting was painted by a direct disciple of the Patriarch. He was the son of Emperor Xin. He died during the Shang and Zhou dynasties. His painting was collected by the Patriarch. He dusted it from time to time. Before he traveled far away, the time for this painting was taken away.
Stay here forever."
Dao Yinzi looked at the painting with a look of reminiscence, and said lightly: "There is no need to kneel down three times and kowtow nine times, just bow once. The courtesy is in the heart, not in the body. When you first heard about the ancestor, you may not have any respect, just
You need to remember the source of your own feet.”
Chen Cuo nodded and stepped in. His habitual spiritual consciousness changed. When he took it back, he was actually a little surprised.
If there is no other cover, this is really just a simple room with no restrictions.
How could he not know the name of the red sperm?
He is a frequent visitor in countless books of later generations and ranks among the Twelve Golden Immortals. In fact, Kunlun and Taihua have made him guess for a long time. Now he can't help but think, is this world really a background for becoming a god?
After thinking about it, he walked to the painting.
"Di Xin's son must be one of those two highnesses..."
A feeling of melancholy arose in his heart, but was quickly dispelled by the Taoist in his heart. Then he bowed three times to the painting of the Patriarch, turned around and left.
Dao Yinzi stroked his beard and smiled, looked at Chen Cuo and said, "In this case, you will be my disciple, and my Taoist name will be Fuyaozi." After saying this, as soon as the dust flew around, the surrounding scene changed and turned into an elegant hall, where the Taoist man sat.
In the hall.
Chen Cuo stood in the hall and bowed to the Taoist again.
Dao Yinzi laughed heartily and said: "I still deserve this bow. From today on, I am your teacher. I should guide you, block your way, and answer your doubts. You must also remember that we, Taihua Mountain
The Yunxiao Sect is not as good as the Kunlun Sect, but it still has its origins. In the future, whether in the mortal world or in the Netherworld, we should act with a clear conscience and not bring shame to Taihua."
Chen Cuo was solemn when he heard this.
"There is no need to explain some of the sect rules in detail. As a teacher, I should set an example and teach you slowly, but you must remember only one thing..." At this point, Dao Yinzi stopped smiling, "Never bully the teacher and destroy the ancestors! Otherwise, you will
That is to say, his merits reach the heaven and earth, and he conquers life and death! The people of Taihua will be punished if they climb up to the blue sky and fall into the underworld!"
"Disciple remembers." Chen Cuo bowed seriously.
"Okay," Dao Yinzi smiled again, "You are the tenth disciple of the second generation of Taihua. There are seven senior brothers and two senior sisters. The current headmaster of Yunxiao Sect is senior brother Wei. He was in the late Jin Dynasty.
He was sitting at the gate of death and has not come out yet. All affairs in this sect are taken care of by his master. In addition, his master also has a junior brother who happens to be in the sect these days, but he doesn't like others to look for him and stays with him until he has a chance.
We can meet."
Chen Cuo silently estimated that, so to speak, there are only thirteen first- and second-generation disciples in this sect, including himself?
Are there no masters, uncles, elders, etc.?
But thinking that he had just started, he didn’t know the actual layout of the Immortal Sect, but if the uncle didn’t like others to disturb him, would that little pig and turtle still be in the world when he saw him?
"Okay," Dao Yinzi gave a brief introduction, "It is said that this is the first time I have met you as a teacher. It is useless to talk too much about the truth. I'd better help you sort it out first. I heard Yu'er say, oh, it's your Nan
Senior brother Mingzi, he is the fourth in your generation, he said that you are good at incense, but you entered the Tao with humanistic thoughts, and you also learned the art of refining, but you are from the martial arts?"
Chen Cuo nodded in agreement and talked about his own hidden dangers.
"Wealth and misfortune depend on each other, so there is no need to worry," Dao Yinzi said with a smile, "The Nine Dragons Divine Fire was very brilliant in those three ancient times, and it was cultivated as a magic weapon, called the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Shield, which is comparable to the treasure of our sect.
It's almost the same. It's also a chance that you get the fire to temper your heart. The innate spiritual energy in this world is almost exhausted. If ordinary people want to refine their energy, they have to swallow the treasures of heaven and earth. After accumulating for decades, they can complete the foundation of the Tao.
You are immortal and old, but you are different. As long as you find the treasure of the five elements and refine it into the five internal organs, you will instantly become the foundation of the Tao."
Chen Cuo tasted it for a moment and had some direction for his future practice. Then he did not hesitate and spoke out the current problem: "Disciple first practices incense, and then practices Qi. Today I entered Taihua. Is it inconsistent with the sect's martial arts? And
I want to live forever, burn incense, refine my Qi, and cultivate myself, so how should I choose?"
Dao Yinzi stroked his beard and smiled and said: "Our Taihua Mountain was originally the orthodox practice of qi refining, but the world situation has changed and the innate spiritual energy has been exhausted. In order to pass on the inheritance, the disciples have to deviate towards the cultivation path. If we count it strictly, qi refining
The right way is the right way. If you are determined to follow this path, then we have countless books for you to choose from."
Chen Cuo nodded and thought, weighing the pros and cons.
"But..." Dao Yinzi said again at this time, "Since all disciples are different, they have thousands of faces, and each has his or her own strengths. Confucius in the pre-Qin Dynasty knew how to teach students in accordance with their aptitude. How can a teacher allow his disciples to accommodate him?
Kung Fu? What we cultivate is not supernatural power. In the final analysis, it is nothing more than seeking immortality first, and then seeking enlightenment. Now that you are on the second step, if I ask you to destroy the foundation and rebuild it, why do you need to worship me?"
When Chen Cuo heard this, he felt warm in his heart and asked for advice with a smile.
"You have reached the foundation of Taoism, so you should seek immortality. Those who live forever have their lives together. I heard from Nan Mingzi that before you stepped into the formation, you happened to fight against a martial arts immortal who combined spirit and body. This is easy.
It’s time to realize what the opportunity for immortality is.”
Then, Dao Yinzi didn't wait for Chen Cuo to speak, and continued: "Longevity, pays attention to cultivating the personality and life, mixing them into one, gathering incense and thoughts, and channeling the spirit in the heart, which can be used to cultivate the nature; martial arts refines the qi, works on the internal organs, and can
Do your life cultivation! If you combine the two into one, you will naturally live forever!"
Incense is the nature, refining the Qi is the destiny!
"Xing cultivates incense, life cultivates qi," Chen Cuo chewed, and his thoughts became clearer, "Thank you... master for your guidance."
"You will figure this out sooner or later. What is missing is nothing but accumulation," Dao Yinzi said, with a slight movement in his expression. "What's more, it's easier said than done. Your incense is almost perfect, but you still lack four of the five qi, and your life is unbalanced. You should start from
Start by nourishing your Qi.”
He flicked the fly whisk again: "But now I have to cultivate myself for a few days. Haste makes waste, and there is no need to worry about it all the time, so as not to give rise to obsessions and distracting thoughts. I will go and save your two companions first."
As soon as he finished speaking, the light and shadow in front of Chen Cuo's eyes changed. After he calmed down, he arrived in a house. Where could he find Dao Yinzi?
"Go and save the companions?" Chen Cuo's eyelids twitched, "So, it wasn't a joke earlier. Are the pigs and turtles really going to be stewed?"
Shaking his head, he eliminated distracting thoughts and sat down cross-legged.
"Looking at my master's words and deeds, I have done nothing wrong in choosing Taihua Mountain." Chen Cuo smiled slightly, "But he was in a hurry and forgot to mention the drop of blood in the gourd."
After thinking this, he lay down.
"Forget it, since I need to cultivate myself, I just want to go to Mengze and see what the magic is about a drop of blood."
After thinking about it, he closed his eyes.
In the vast dreamland, Chen Cuo appeared, and his heart skipped a beat.