When we came this time, we did not conceal our identities, so the three young Taoists turned their heads to look at us from time to time during the conversation with the senior brother. However, due to the majesty of the senior brother, they did not dare to ask more questions.
Just carefully leading the way, I was also wondering, I had indeed heard someone mention the name of Fu Jun, saying that he was one of the Three Heroes of Maoshan. In addition to the two beside me, he was also among them.
Since he is ranked alongside Senior Brother and Zamao Xiaodao, he is not too old. On the other hand, among the three Taoists, the older one is several years older than me, and the younger one is almost the same age as me. Disciple
So young, could it be that Fu Jun is not a young man, but a middle-aged uncle, older than his senior brother?
Although I had some doubts in my mind, I didn’t dare to say anything in their own land. I just followed the Zamao Trail with my head down and walked along the straight path to a mirror lake in the middle. Then I turned around and climbed up the hundred granite steps.
, a courtyard built on the mountainside appeared in front of me. The main body of this courtyard is a medium-sized hall, and next to it is the courtyard where Taoist priests live. It was built halfway up the mountain, with part of it dug into the mountain, and the other part.
It stands suspended in the air and is supported by long and thick wood below. It is quite similar to the stilt building in our hometown.
There is a white marble archway erected at the main entrance of the courtyard. There are three characters "Zhenling Hall" written on it. There are couplets on the left and right. The writing is profound and powerful, showing the method of Zhongzheng and roundness. It is no worse than the famous artists I have seen.
a bit.
At the end of the steps, under the archway, there stood a Taoist priest in a green shirt. He was dark and slender, with some beard, but it did not form an elegant beard.
The co-workers who moved bricks together during the workday also looked like Wang Baoqiang wearing a Taoist robe. Judging from his age, he seemed to have just stood up. When the three young Taoists saw him, they bowed forward and said in unison that Master was here.
This image-subverting Qingshan Taoist ignored his disciple's report and quickly walked down the steps to say hello to his senior brother. He also called his senior brother and explained that he had just been doing morning lessons and learned that we were going into the mountain.
I didn't dare to deceive the ancestor about the news, so I was doing morning lessons here, and I asked the disciples to go and greet us over there. I hope you'll forgive me for the slightness.
The senior brother waved his hand in a leadership style and said, "Hey, Xiao Fu, it's been a long time since I last saw you. You have learned some red tape, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Go ahead, put it away and let's see who comes this time."
Zamao Xiaodao ducked out from behind Senior Brother, held his hand and said Senior Brother Fu, long time no see...
It's been a long time indeed. We haven't seen each other for nearly ten years. I feel timid when I visit my hometown. When I see my old friend, I don't even say a word, but my tone is stagnant and my emotions are overflowing. That Taoist who looks like a co-worker brother is me.
Fu Jun, the disciple who held the lamp as we had guessed before, did not greet Zamao Xiaodao at all. Instead, he rushed forward, hugged Zamao Xiaodao tightly, and dug his fingers into his clothes. His eyes suddenly turned red.
He said excitedly: "I ran out just now and saw you above. Xiao Ming, we two brothers and sisters have really not seen each other for many years..."
He was quite choked up as he spoke, with tears shining at the corners of his eyes. Zamao Xiaodao didn't expect Fu Jun to be so excited, and he couldn't cope with it, but he soon calmed down, hugged him back, and said, Senior Brother Fu, there is
It's been a long time, since that time when I returned from Huangshan, I was expelled from the door by my master, and how long it has been since I wandered around in the world.
Such a pair of men hugging each other tightly in front of the steps below the archway, it is inevitable that there will be some sexual affection, but for ten years, life and death are uncertain, without thinking, and unforgettable. This scene of desolation and parting hurt, none of us have
Fu Jun came out to make fun of him without knowing it, but several of Fu Jun's disciples saw it and couldn't help but feel strange. They felt that their master's behavior at this moment was quite different from usual.
After the greetings were over, the two reluctantly left each other's arms. Fu Jun patted Zamao Xiaodao on the shoulder and said, Xiao Ming, the decision made by the master ten years ago has its own cause and effect. Don't blame him. In the past ten years, you have
Wandering outside, what we get is no less than what we get behind closed doors in this mountain gate. Everything happens for a reason; and there was news from Master before, asking you to return on the 100th anniversary of his birth, and return to the gate wall.
It’s also a recognition for you, so don’t hold any resentment.
Zamao Xiaodao handed him over and said that Master was kind enough to take me back. I was already filled with gratitude. How could there be any resentment?
This Fu Jun was the disciple who was personally selected by Tao Jinhong, the leader of the Maoshan Sect, before he went into seclusion. All messages related to Tao Jinhong were sent by him, and because of this, his status in the sect has been greatly improved.
His rise is almost equivalent to the role of an imperial envoy on TV, so it is normal for the senior brother to be received by him when he comes back. No one dares to say it. "This is the best." Fu Jun nodded, and then led us to the business.
We sat down to drink tea in the side hall of the courtyard. The tea is good tea. The thousand-year-old tea tree on the Yunwu Peak of Maoshan Mountain only bears fifty kilograms a year. It has been roasted using Taoist special health-preserving tea techniques. After a sip of hot tea, even I
Even those who don’t know much about tea, and who gulp down jujube, feel that their cheeks are full of fragrance, the fragrance is overflowing, and they can’t help but swallow it with their tongues.
Good tea, good tea! I feel that compared with the first sip of tea that Mao Shanzong drank, the tea soups I have drunk over the years are just water in the pot.
The three senior brothers have not been together for many years. After sitting down, the senior brother introduced me to Fu Jun, saying that I was the descendant of the Miao witchcraft, a friend I met when I was wandering around on the Zamao Trail, and that I was a good friend of life and death.
Brother, Fu Jun naturally recognized me. He shook hands with me for a long time, said that he had admired me for a long time, and even mentioned my achievements with Mao Tongzhen. In this Maoshan Sect, it made me a little embarrassed and kept being humble.
After that, the three of them began to talk about some past events when they were practicing arts in Maoshan. When the three men with very different personalities talked about this, they sometimes laughed heartily and sometimes sighed.
After drinking the tea, my stomach was bulging, which made me feel happy.
But I’m not bored either. It’s quite refreshing to hear that the childhoods of Big Brother, Zamao Xiaodao and Fu Jun are very different from those of us who grew up with nine years of compulsory education. It feels like they are in another world.
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After chatting for several cups of tea, Senior Brother and Fu Jun deliberately controlled the pace of the conversation. They did not talk about their trip to the mountain, nor how I could hide my identity from Yang Zhixiu, the chief manager of Maoshan.
Later, the young disciple who led the way walked into the side hall and whispered beside Fu Jun that Elder Luoyang asked the master uncle and you to go over to him.
After hearing this, Fu Jun quietly discussed with his senior brother for a few words, and then told us that we needed to go to Uncle Luo to discuss the matter, and asked his apprentice to arrange food and lodging for us first, and then come to see us later.
We naturally obeyed other people's arrangements. We didn't express any objections. We got up and followed Fu Jun's apprentice towards the back of the courtyard. This courtyard was not big at all, but it was not small at all. We left through the side hall.
, there were many twists and turns, and we walked a lot. Judging from the walls and the moss on the bluestone path, this building is quite old, but it is well maintained. After walking through a section of suspended road paved with wooden planks, under our feet,
Squeak, squeak, squeak, very nice.
This young Taoist named Li Zefeng asked us if we wanted to live separately or in a double room. Zamao Xiaodao and I looked at each other, and out of mutual concern, we chose a double room, and he took us to a row of suspended terraces.
There is a room in the corner of the wooden house. It is spacious and bright inside, with tables, chairs and beds all available. The most important thing is that the scenery is excellent. Standing by the window, you can have a panoramic view of the entire valley.
Li Zefeng pointed to the two beds and said to us apologetically: "This is the dormitory for us disciples on weekdays. The conditions are a bit simple, but the scenery is pretty good and you can have a panoramic view. Please stay here."
He seemed to have come in after Zamao Xiaodao left Maoshan, and did not know this uncle. And because Zamao Xiaodao had not returned to the sect, he was just polite and did not call him uncle. Except for the sword, we will
Our luggage was put in the room. After a short rest, the young Taoist came over to greet us again and took us to the restaurant to have dinner.
Maoshan Sect has been developing for thousands of years, and the sect has become quite large. Zamao Xiaodao explained many terms to me, but in my opinion, this place is more like an elite university, and each hall is a miniature college, so
This Zhenling Temple is also run by itself. Unlike Shaolin Temple, which is a quasi-listed institution that is purely profitable, the cooks are not aunties hired with high salaries, but disciples who take turns. The craftsmanship is naturally not good, and the materials are mostly grown in the valleys and plains.
The simple rice was a light meal, which could only be said to cleanse the stomach. However, the rice was fragrant, so I ate three bowls of green vegetable soup and a plate of fermented bean curd, choking and burping.
I was a heartless guy, I ate very happily, but I didn't have much appetite. I ate a bowl hastily and then put down my bowl and chopsticks.
We were eating in the dining room, occasionally communicating with the young Taoist priest who accompanied us, and smiling and greeting other Taoist priests who came over to dine. Suddenly, seven or eight Taoist priests in green shirts with black edges came to the door of the dining room, headed by a
With a hooked nose and sharp eyes, he looked around the restaurant and found Zamao Xiaodao and I eating in the corner. He glared and shouted loudly: "Sure enough, you, the culprit of murder, actually dare to go to the restaurant."
I, Maoshan, really have no one to take advantage of my Maoshan peaks, right? Fellow fellow apprentices, take down that boy with the scar on his face - he is the murderer of Pengfei!"
Taoist Yinggou gave the order, and the Taoists behind him raised their hands one after another, all carrying standard long swords with narrow steel blades, and surrounded us one after another. Just as we were about to attack, the young Taoist priest Li Zefeng from Zhenling Hall suddenly stood up.
, sternly asked: "Chen Zhaohong, do you know what you are doing?"
After saying this, the disciples of Zhenling Hall in the dining hall picked up their seats one after another and glared at each other.