Montenegro The 103rd song prophecy, Xu Zhonglin wrote the gods and monsters in the history. Blocking the pen, Shenglongdao secretly guards against heavenly demons.
The 103rd song prophecy, Xu Zhonglin wrote the gods and monsters in the history. Blocking the pen, Shenglongdao secretly guards against heavenly demons.
It's early spring, the sun is bright and warm, mountain flowers are in full bloom everywhere, and the flowers are in brilliant colors. The fragrance is carried by the breeze, the trees are lush and green, the buds are sprouting, the rivers, lakes and ponds are sparkling, and the whitebait is jumping. It's full of life.
"This southern Central Plains is still a treasure land. It is not as bitter and cold as Liaodong." Nie Xiaoqian was a little excited when she saw such a scenery. She turned to Wang Zhong and said: "Sir, in this area of Hunan and Jiangxi, there are many Changsha Yuelu Academy, Lushan Bailudong Academy,
The Confucian disciples of Hengshan Shigu Academy go out for activities, either choose a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to build a thatched cottage to study and nourish their energy, or travel with swords in the rivers and lakes to fight against injustice and make friends with their fellow disciples, and learn Li Taibai's poems. These people can often be encountered. The young master is in the wind
The son who killed Fang Congzhe at Lingdukou was a student of Bailudong Academy. After the young master meets these people, he must not strike up a conversation with them. Leaving out any clues will be very troublesome."
Wang Zhong and Nie Xiaoqian crossed the Qinling Mountains, crossed the Yangtze River via Xiangyang, Hubei, went to Jingzhou and Changsha, entered Hunan, and then prepared to enter the Jiangxi border from Hunan. The scenery along the way from north to south, the roughness of the north and the delicacy of the south were equally profound.
In places with beautiful mountains and rivers, you can often meet many young Confucians traveling together.
Originally, the two of them could fly directly to Luoxiao Mountain, but Wang Zhong came all the way south, across the Central Plains, mostly to see the geographical environment of the mountains and rivers in several provinces and the direction of the two dragon veins, and to explore the distribution of Qi Refiners hidden in the deep mountains and swamps of various places.
So they often walked, for seven or eight days in a row, the two of them would wander in some mountains, and the other would linger in towns.
Now that Wang Zhong is dressed like a scholar traveling with his maid, he will inevitably encounter many things and a lot of troubles.
"Young master, if you want to take Hengyang and turn to Jiangxi, you must be careful. Confucianism is the most powerful among the hundreds of schools. Except for the two great masters, there are many talents. You still have to be careful." Nie Xiaoqian took the trouble to warn him for fear of causing any trouble.
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"Oh!" Wang Zhong put his hands behind his hands, looked at the sky, and looked back at Nie Xiaoqian.
Nie Xiaoqian met her gaze without fear, "I know that the young master has nothing to say about me, but with his surname and affection, he will inevitably cause a lot of unnecessary trouble."
Wang Zhong shook his head: "I don't blame you." Suddenly he pointed at a mountain in front of him and asked, "What do you think of this mountain?"
Nie Xiaoqian looked towards Wang Zhong's hand and saw that the mountain was not high but dense, with two waterways winding through it, and there was nothing surprising about it.
"This mountain is very ordinary!" Nie Xiaoqian looked at it. She was familiar with it, but she didn't see anything strange. "Sir, after we have passed Tan County, we can reach Hengshan along the Xiangjiang River. Hengshan is the place where Qi was refined in ancient times.
This is the place where the scholar lives. The first generation master practiced divine fire on Zhurong Peak of Hengshan Mountain in ancient times. It would be good for you to go and pay your respects."
Wang Zhong turned his head and said: "This is exactly what I came here for. In this land of the Central Plains, there are tens of billions of people who have practiced Qi refining since ancient times. Relics are scattered all over. Everyone has magical powers and a profound understanding of nature, but they are buried in history.
In the void, when you think about it, it is truly amazing."
"Zi Buyu is weird, powerful, chaotic, and divine. Since the Confucian sect passed away, people who practiced qi have not been recorded in books." Nie Xiaoqian frowned and shook her head: "The Confucian sect also practices qi and magical powers.
Why not record it?"
"If everyone can practice Qi and practice magical powers, how can the emperor rule the world?" Wang Zhong smiled and said: "That's it. There are still many things about ghosts and gods in the books written by historians of the past dynasties. It can be seen that Confucius still dared to bury his true intentions.
I just didn’t say that I have supernatural powers, but I didn’t say that I don’t have supernatural powers.”
"Yes. That's right." Nie Xiaoqian nodded, "When the young master said this, I suddenly thought of someone."
"who?"
"This person is known as Xu Zhonglin, the Yisou of Zhongshan. He is also known as Immortal Baixiaosheng in the spiritual world. He once had contacts with my father. I heard that he has traveled to the north and south of the Yangtze River, the east and west of the Yellow River, the deserts outside the Great Wall, overseas islands, the Rakshasa Kingdom, and Turkey.
, even all the great countries in the far west overseas have set foot in it. Gods, immortals, monsters, and strange things from ancient times to the present are all familiar with it. The good and evil Qi refiners all make friends with them. I want to spend my whole life to conquer them.
From ancient times to the present, all those who practice qi refining have written biographies to prevent the stories of gods and immortals from being buried in history. Back then, they even walked to the Seven Kills Demon Palace to ask the old master some things. The old master also had a deep talk with him.
I admire his books very much. It is much more convenient for the young master to just visit him than to travel in person."
"Zhongshan Yisou Xu Zhonglin." Wang Zhong suddenly laughed. It turned out that this Xu Zhonglin who wrote "The Romance of the Gods" was from the Wanli period.
"Let's visit sometime."
"This person has no fixed abode and has been traveling for many years, so it is difficult to find him."
The two of them were about to leave via the road, when suddenly, a burst of singing came.
The poplar flowers have all fallen and the plum blossoms are gone, and the five-color flags are coming from the north.
The king of Jinling has exhausted his energy, and a branch of spring has taken over Chang'an.
The song sounded like the rustling of falling leaves, a little sad, and then the song changed, becoming sad and angry, generous, but also somewhat helpless.
The white waterfall comes every day, and Hu’s popularity never wanes.
When the barriers are removed, the children will be pitiful.
As soon as Nie Xiaoqian heard it, she knew that this person was singing the thirty-two and thirty-three elephants in "Tuibei Tu".
The song changed again, but instead of picking up the thirty-fourth image, it went directly to the forty-fourth image. There was joy in the song:
There are saints in China today, although they are not heroes, they are still successful.
Siyi re-translated it as the Son of Heaven, which means that the Spring of the Nine Kingdoms will come.
After singing to this point, the man stopped singing and just sighed: "The rise and fall of a generation depends on the destiny, and the destiny is endless."
At this time, Wang Zhong saw a man walking from the foot of the mountain. His temples were white and he was past sixty, but his energy was bright, his steps were like flying, his breath was calm, he was holding a pen in one hand, paper in the other, and a wine gourd hanging on his waist.
, followed by a child, holding an ink cartridge and an inkstone, and walked up the mountain step by step.
"Really, Cao Fu, Cao Fu is here!" Nie Xiaoqian saw the old man coming up to greet him, and said quickly: "Mr. Xu."
"Isn't this Xiaoqian? I haven't seen you for ten years. You were still a little girl at the time. Now you have grown so big. I heard that your father was involved in a lawsuit. How is he doing now?"
"My young master and I came out to learn from the old gentleman's travels to the mountains and visit the ancient times." Nie Xiaoqian turned around and said to Wang Zhong: "Master, this is the old Mr. Xu I just mentioned."
Wang Zhong already knew that this person was Xu Zhonglin. He had taken a look and saw that his eyes were bright. Although he was slightly old, his figure was not stooped. He stood up straight like a young man, and he was a few feet away with a light step.
It was clearly the earth-shrinking method of earth escape. The boy next to him holding an inkstone was eleven or twelve years old, and he was also very spiritual. He was secretly looking at himself curiously.
Xu Zhonglin was also sizing up Wang Zhong, and suddenly spoke out in a loud voice, smiling at Nie Xiaoqian: "I thought he was some prince and grandson who was industrious and indifferent to grains, but it turned out to be the Seven Killings of the Five Generations Heavenly Demon."
Wang Zhong smiled on his face: "Mr. Xu, I have never met you, how did you know where I am?"
Xu Zhonglin laughed loudly: "What good luck. I was about to write a biography for you, and I met you here. I just gave you a pillow when I was sleepy. I met the fourth generation in the Seven Demon Palaces back then, and you have the same look in your eyes They are all the same. There is no similar Qigong practitioner in the world. It’s just that there is a gray color in the eyes, as if they were made into the relics of the demon in the legend. It is rumored that you took Cao Cao’s Naihe Pearl and the Four Treasures of the Demon four years ago. Why are you like this? It will soon be condensed into the demon relic. If you have any adventures, please tell me."
"Mr. Xu is worthy of being an immortal." Wang Zhong sighed. This man made a history for the Qi practitioners in the world. He first wrote "The Romance of the Gods" and spread it all over the world, describing the history of the replacement of Qi practitioners in the ancient Shang and Zhou Dynasties. The writing is fair. Except for Confucianism, there are no qi-refiners in the world who are not willing to interact with both good and evil. Even the most vicious devil told him about his own affairs and wanted to be listed in the first history book of qi-refiners in ancient times. There is a place for it.
"Jin Cai'er, hurry up and sharpen your ink!" Xu Zhonglin turned to the child and ordered.
"Okay!" Jin Cai'er also hung a gourd on her waist and poured out a little water to grind the ink.
The four of them went to the top of the mountain to find a big rock. They saw a bend below, with sparkling paddy fields, and more than a dozen thatched huts located in the bend. It was obviously a village, with paddy fields and ponds in front of the house, and mountains of orange trees behind the house.
Wang Zhong told his story in detail, and Xu Zhonglin recorded it in his notes. For most of an hour, Xu Zhonglin simplified the story and wrote it down on paper.
"Tsk, tsk, I am making a history of Qigong practitioners from ancient times to the present. The book currently includes 3,562 Eastern Qigong practitioners and 1,638 Western Qigong practitioners. Among them, the ethereal ones are There are a few people who have traveled through ancient and modern times like you. I thought it was impossible to verify and not to be used as a biography, but I didn't expect that there is evidence to verify." Xu Zhonglin smiled and was amazed.
"Qi Refiners have all kinds of incredible magical powers to move the way of heaven. Besides, there are all kinds of wonders in the world. It is not surprising that Mr. Qi Refiners made history for them." Wang Zhong opened the records recording his lineage and saw that it was called "Qi Refiners". {Tian Yao Family} couldn't help but smile, and while turning the pages to read, he asked casually: "How many volumes have you written now, sir?"
"It is estimated that there will be three thousand sixty-five volumes, which is the number of Zhou Tian. So far, three hundred volumes have been written. There are many mistakes in it, and it will take a long time to revise before it can be finalized."
"Mr. writing this book has violated the Confucian taboo!" Nie Xiaoqian said with worry: "My friend Mr. Wu traveled to the West and was persecuted by the Confucian sect. He was accused of demagogueing people and disrupting the world's education, and eventually died of depression. Mr.'s Romance of the Gods It was also banned by the Confucian sect and asked the emperor to burn it. Now that the old gentleman is writing this book, I am afraid it will be very dangerous."
"If sir, if you settle down, you can go to Suerhei City outside the Liaodong Pass, where hundreds of schools of thought are promoted and Confucianism is not respected."
Xu Zhonglin laughed loudly: "I have to go to Shuzhong to write biographies for Emei and Qingcheng sects. There are many blanks in the biographies of Shushan swordsmen, so I have to ask about them, hoping to check their sect's classics. "When I finish the book and revise it in the future, I will settle down and go to Su'er Heicheng." After that, he winked at Wang Zhong and said, "You took the Cao Cao Tian Mo Nai He Pearl and promised to return it, but you must keep your word." Well, otherwise I would record it truthfully in my book, hahahaha."
Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Of course, after I condense the three corpse souls, although the demon relic can add some power, it is of no great use. Besides, I will do what I say. Naturally, you will not let you flog me in the book. One stroke."
Xu Zhonglin said: "After listening to your experience and ambition, I know that today's meeting here is no accident. Tuibei Tu has already revealed the future. The saint will come out three hundred years later. Brother Wang needs to consider it carefully, but with the king
Brotherly love will not succumb to the fate of heaven. It is said that it is easy to bow down in life and death, but it is difficult to bow down. Let's take a step forward and meet again later." He took Jin Cai'er and floated away.
He also sang "Tui Bei Tu Forty Symbols", and the sound of the song sounded like drums at dusk and bells at dawn, which made people wake up deeply.
I am so arrogant when I come from the East, I have no shoes on my feet and no hair on my head.
If the wood is frosty and frosty, the monkey that gave birth to me will die and I will be the eagle.
Wang Zhong came from a later generation, and he knew the hidden meaning of this song clearly, but he didn't say it.
Then we sat down on the mountain.
"He is in danger!" Not long after seeing Xu Zhonglin leave, Wang Zhong suddenly sat down for a moment, "I just used the demon relics condensed by the second soul to transform into the small thousand worlds to peek around three hundred miles away. There was an expert who was alert and evaded.
In the past, and now I am following Mr. Xu not far away."
"A hundred miles away, so far away, how can it be disadvantageous to Mr. Xu? Maybe some master has other things? The two lakes, Guangxi, Jiangxi and central Sichuan are originally holy places for Qi refining. There are countless hermits in sects. Isn't it surprising that there are so many masters?
." Nie Xiaoqian doesn't want to cause trouble.
"This person has Xuanwu Gangsha on his body, and he is a master of Xuantian Shenglong Dao! He has been projected by me using Small Thousand Worlds. Unless he runs to Mars, he cannot escape my prying eyes." Wang Zhong used his hand to cast his shadow.
With a finger, the demon relic flew out from behind his head, and there was a sudden change. A gray-white bone door appeared in the sky, and it led to an unknown place. "The master of Xuantian Shenglong Dao has a close relationship with me, and maybe he is aiming at me."
Come."
After saying that, the two of them stepped into the Gate of Bones. The Gate of Bones immediately shrank, and finally turned into a small gray dot, disappearing into the air together with the person.
"Senior brother, if Fang Juejian, Fang Congzhe, and Yang Lian did not do anything themselves, but invited us to come, then Xu Zhonglin wrote a book and said that friends are all over the world. If we do this, will Xuantian Shenglongdao become the target of public criticism? The leader
What do you think, senior brother?" On the bank of the Xiang River, two Confucian scholars were walking side by side. One was holding a folding fan with picturesque mountains and rivers. It was Elder Mingde of Xuantian Shenglong Dao, and the other was Elder Mingren.
"It's nothing. It's the emperor's decree. Xu Zhonglin is invited to edit the Imperial Academy and serve as an official in the court. We are just ordered to pass on the decree. The most important thing is that the head brother used his supernatural power to see that the five generations of celestial demons seemed to be in Hunan and Jiangxi.
, this sky demon will never act rashly, I'm afraid it has deep meaning, but the sky demon's magical power is getting longer, and the head brother doesn't want to spend too much energy to calculate at this juncture. I don't know if it is in this area, we just need to pay attention.
.It is rumored that the Fifth Generation Heavenly Demon has a murderous grudge against Fang Jianjue and has never been able to avenge him. If we sense the direction, Feijian will notify the Donglin Party and the masters from the academies in Hunan and Jiangxi to surround him and kill him, so there is no need to alert the snake."