When the clear and distant sound of bells on the top of a mountain reached our ears, there were already crowds of people around us.
I lived in Maoshan for nearly three days, and every day I saw the Taoist priests and nuns either meditating and practicing Qi, practicing swordsmanship, doing Taoist homework, or doing menial chores, watching
It was really boring, so this time, it should be the day that the boring Maoshan Taoist priests were looking forward to. At least the Taoist priests who walked by me had excited smiles on their faces.
The situation at that time was a bit funny. The Zamao Xiaodao and senior brother next to me were from Maoshan. The situation of hundreds of Taoist priests and Taoist nuns wearing Taoist robes around me seemed normal, but I was quite surprised. This also seemed strange.
, that one also feels rare, and I look back frequently.
But when I looked at other people who were strange, they also felt strange about me, a guy wearing gray layman clothes. Following the wind, I heard those people talking quietly, which probably meant that this ceremony was after all Maoshan Sect.
How could an outsider who had never joined Maoshan Menqiang be invited to participate in a major religious event?
And look at this guy, he is not a fellow Taoist from other sects with the same status as Maoshan. Could it be that he is a distinguished guest from the local or central government?
From the discussions of these people, I can understand that they are not familiar with me at all, but this is what should be done. You must know that a person's influence is limited. Although I am slightly
He has a bad reputation, but he does not dream of being famous in the world. Who in the world does not know you? In the hearts of these Maoshan disciples, a cultivation method, an instruction from the master or a clear spring somewhere in the back mountain where you can bathe.
They are all more important than a non-existent person like me. Only arrogant people will feel that everyone should know themselves and need to give them some face.
Time is a butcher's knife. I am not the outer disciple Chen Zhicheng, nor the lamp-bearing disciple Fu Jun. Even Xiao Keming, one of the three heroes of Maoshan, will not be remembered. A little person like me will not be remembered either.
Too many expectations.
But halfway through the journey, I saw Fu Jun greeting some Taoists of similar age. Among the Taoists inside was Long Jinhai, who had formed a group with Mao Tongzhen to hunt down me in Tibet. This natal jade
The head disciple who was trampled to pieces by the little demon, and later was given the marrow-cleansing and bone-cutting golden elixir by Yang Zhixiu himself and died in the pursuit, looked at me flatly, then turned around and talked to others, as if he had not
You know me, and you have never fought against me with swords.
But the more he pretended to be so indifferent, the more I could feel that his hostility had not dissipated.
But thinking about it, there is no love for no reason in the world, and there is no hate for no reason. Long Jinhai comes from a wealthy cultivating family, and the natal jade he wears is also made with the efforts of the elders in the family. If you think about it from his perspective, if Zamao Xiaodao’s natal blood
The jade was broken into pieces, and that person didn't even say an apology. It would be strange if he was willing to let it go.
In fact, everyone was right. The only mistake was that everyone had a diametrically opposed stance on that day and each performed his or her duties.
However, since there are people who are hostile to us, there are also people who are friendly with us. As we were walking, many people came from the side and came over to shake hands, hug and greet the senior brother Zamao Xiaodao. Many of these people were friends with Zamao Xiaodao in the past.
Good fellow disciples, and some are outer disciples like my sister-in-law Xiao Yingyan. They are always united through various relationships. Some are passionate, some keep a distance, just a few words, and some
But he has a warm face and a cold heart. There are so many different things that make people overwhelmed, and they can have endless pleasantries.
In any case, we received a very warm greeting. The senior brother analyzed the situation with us before and mentioned many variables. It made me feel that there are many crises in Maoshan Sect, which seems to be more sinister and terrifying than the headquarters of the Evil Spirit Sect. However, wait
When these Taoist priests, men, women, old and young, with bright smiles on their faces gathered around me, I finally understood why some people said that the two main sects in Maoshan Sect were the Yang sect and the Senior Brother sect.
In the hearts of many Maoshan Taoist priests, being able to be the first senior brother in the Southeast Bureau is already the brightest flag.
This man nicknamed "Two Cities with Black Hands" has a better mass base than Yang Zhixiu. This is a role model. This is an idol's temperament. Even under the majesty of the current speaker, he has good expectations that cannot be suppressed.
.Excellence in learning leads to officialdom. The top disciple of the Maoshan Outer Sect is the basis for senior brother's promotion in the officialdom, and the director of the Southeast Bureau makes him also a very important figure within the Maoshan Sect. The two complement each other and are indispensable.
Only those who rely solely on the overwhelming force and scheming to win are the kind of senior brothers who are respected.
It takes at least half an hour to walk up from the bottom of Sanmao Peak to reach the main hall of Qingchi Palace, passing by many buildings and scenery. However, as I climbed the steps step by step, my confidence gradually increased.
Without the hesitation that I felt when I just left, I can understand the confidence of my senior brother in what he said before. The mountaineering road is quite broad, but as we gather and talk for a long time, everyone moves together, and the road slowly becomes blocked. I am
On the outside, there was no socializing, just watching Zamao Xiaodao and these people talking about the feelings of separation, speaking and behaving in a manner that everyone expected, and not falling out of line with others.
There were many people who gathered around to make friends, but not many of them left a lasting impression on me. To count, there was a bearded man named Pang Huasen, a handsome boy named Li Yunqi, a yellow-faced man named Zhu Rui, and a
The four of them, Cheng Li, a Taoist nun with a mature temperament, are all masters that people have to be wary of. They have different identities. Some are fellow Taoist disciples when they were young, and some are admirers of the senior brother. That Cheng Li is actually a sister-in-law.
Our best friends are all clearly on our side.
We were having a lively exchange here when suddenly a discordant voice appeared: "What are you doing here? Are you trying to cause trouble and delay the auspicious occasion of this ceremony by not allowing the people below to leave?"
The voice was strange. I looked down and saw that it was Sun Xiaoqin, the Taoist priest in yellow who stopped us before. Next to him was a 70-year-old man with white hair and a white beard covering the lower half of his face. This
The old man's eyes were focused and his spirit was restrained, which made people look up in awe like a mountain. Everyone who was scolded by Sun Xiaoqin had an angry look on their face, but when they saw this old man, they all bowed and bowed.
, everyone claimed to have met Master Uncle Mei, and I knew that he was the elder Mei Lang mentioned before.
It is said that this old man is very good at the art of raising ghosts. When he was young, he traveled all over the world and worked as a ghost hunter. He has a jealous temper and his subordinates are like the Tiangang and Earth Demons in Water Margin, and he has 108 fierce ghosts.
The talisman-making soldier is a practical elder of the Maoshan Sect who has many acrobatics. However, as he has grown older, his character has been sharpened a lot. He nodded to his senior brother and Fu Jun, and then looked at the others calmly.
Said: "Let's go on the journey, don't waste the time of the ceremony..."
After saying this, he walked straight up the mountain, slowly and steadily, as if his steps were measured by a ruler. Sun Xiaoqin looked proudly at his senior brother, Fu Jun and others who bowed their heads in silence. He raised his nose and followed him home.
He walked behind Master, surrounded by four or five fellow disciples.
After these people left, we waited for a while without stopping and continued to go up. Li Yunqi, who was also a handsome guy, looked at Sun Xiaoqin whose back was getting away and cursed angrily: "This Sun Xiaoqin, he has thought that he has advanced in cultivation all these years."
, His temperament and temperament are getting more and more mature, bah, he is just a fox pretending to be powerful." Others laughed, and some people advised him, saying that let this kid pretend to be powerful, what does it matter?
The episode just now made me take a high look at Elder Mei. As for Sun Xiaoqin, he is really just a child.
After walking like this all the way, when the sun slowly rose from the top of the mountain in the east and revealed the first ray of sunlight, we finally reached the top of Sanmao Peak. Here, there are endless huge buildings.
The Taoist temples and main halls built against the mountain at the peak have red walls, black tiles, cornices and railings, and some even protrude from the cliff for nearly ten meters. It is difficult to imagine how those Maoshan ancestors overcame all obstacles and fought their way to this treasured land.
So many towering and spectacular Taoist buildings were built.
Standing under the huge white marble archway, as a descendant like me who lacks imagination, the only thing I can do is marvel.
After climbing the Sanmao Peak and arriving in front of the Qingchi Palace, I naturally followed my senior brother and were led to the side hall to stay with Zamao Xiaodao. However, the other disciples from the peaks also had things to do, and they all
According to past practices, some lit lamps in front of gods, some carried flags, some beat chimes and played music, some prayed for water... and so on. When we arrived at a side hall, before we could sit down, we walked through the side door.
A Taoist gentleman with a gray beard and thick black-rimmed glasses came over in a hurry. He greeted us and then told us about the affairs of the main hall.
This old Taoist gentleman is the aforementioned ceremonial elder Luo Yang, a very cute old man. He told us that in half an hour, a grand ceremony of singing Dharma and promoting gods will be held, and after that, the heroic spirits of the ancestors of Maoshan will be present.
, and then there will be a public trial and confrontation regarding the matter between me and Huang Pengfei, and then the rest of the process, including waking up the leader and letting the Zamao Trail return to the mountain gate.
Time was running out. After the old man finished explaining, he held Zamao Xiaodao's hand tightly and left in a hurry after a while.
We waited in the side hall for a long time, and then a Taoist boy came over to announce that the ceremony was about to begin and let us go to the main hall. When he opened the curtain, a majestic religious music came loudly.