Qingyun Temple belongs to the Yuqing lineage. It is said to have been passed down in the Tang Dynasty and has a history of more than a thousand years.
There have been many ups and downs. Although it is not as famous as Maoshan Sect, Tianshi Mansion, Quanzhen Taoism, Shenxiao Sect, and Baiyun Temple, it is still considered a grand temple in the two capitals and has many believers.
It's just a bad luck today that we caught up with the autumn rain.
By the time Zhang Heng arrived at Qingyun Temple, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the scene ten meters away could no longer be seen clearly.
"This layman, because it is raining and the roads on the mountain are slippery, our temple master has already given instructions not to receive pilgrims today. If the layman has nowhere to go, there is an inn 200 meters to the left. Just say that he is a believer in the temple.
You can stay here to take shelter from the rain and get a free bowl of ginger soup."
Seeing Zhang Heng coming, the little Taoist priest who was guarding under the rain pavilion at the mountain gate thought he was a good man and woman who came to fulfill his vow.
"Junior brother, I am not a believer here to fulfill my vows."
Zhang Heng shouted, and then said: "Please report to the temple master, and say that Zhang Heng of Maoshan wants to see you."
"Maoshan?"
The little Taoist priest was wearing a coir raincoat. He was not very old, only fifteen or sixteen years old: "Do you have the certificate?"
"Can you recognize this jade pendant?"
Zhang Heng took out the Maoshan jade pendant from his neck.
The little Taoist priest saw it and hurriedly saluted: "Qingyangzi has met my senior brother."
Shangqing, Yuqing and Taiqing are three sects in one family. Zhang Heng was born in the Maoshan Sect of the Shangqing Sect, and Xiao Tao Tong came from the Qingyun Temple of the Yuqing Sect. From a general perspective, they are all from the same sect.
"Junior brother, please go up to the mountain to report. Please tell Zhang Heng of Maoshan to see you."
Zhang Heng looked at the heavy rain outside, and took out two big coins from the purse at his waist: "Junior brother, when you come back, go to the restaurant and ask for a bowl of broth to drink, so as to warm yourself up."
"Thank you, senior brother."
Seeing the money, the little Taoist smiled happily and said: "Brother, wait a moment, I will come down after at most one stick of incense."
After saying that, the little Taoist priest put on his bamboo hat and raincoat and went up the mountain.
Zhang Heng watched his back.
If it wasn't against the rules, he really wanted to go up directly, it would be so convenient.
It's a pity that it's not etiquette.
He came to ask to see the master of Qingyun Temple, and he went up blankly. When he heard him coming, the master of Qingyun Temple came out to see him, or he didn't come out.
It was so early in the morning. If I had just woken up and hadn't washed myself yet, it would be embarrassing to come out to see him.
See you there. Everyone is here. Go to the main hall and wait for half an hour. You are too pretentious.
If you don't see someone with your head down, you may end up with enemies.
Therefore, those who are not too close to each other, those who come to worship the mountain, and those who do not barge in directly by themselves, must be notified in advance.
If people don't see you, they will have an excuse.
See, I will send someone down the mountain to meet you. During the time you are walking up the mountain, they will also make preparations.
After a stick of incense.
The little Taoist priest jumped down the mountain and asked Zhang Heng for credit: "Senior brother, originally our temple leader was going to sleep, but I woke him up directly."
Forehead...
Zhang Heng knew that he came at the wrong time.
On a rainy day, people can’t cheer up. Who doesn’t want to sleep in bed for a while?
But he had to come. Ever since he came to Tianjing, he had always felt uneasy. He had better go to Changbai Mountain as soon as he finished his business.
"What kind of person is your Guanzhu?"
Zhang Heng held an oil umbrella and followed the little Taoist priest and asked.
"Guanzhu?"
The little Taoist priest thought for a while and replied: "I love cleanliness and am a bit narcissistic, but I'm quite a nice person and I'm good at doing business."
"Doing business?"
Zhang Heng was stunned.
The master of Qingyun Temple knows how to do business. Is this a compliment?
Shouldn't one speak profoundly of Taoism and practice like an immortal?
Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Zhang Heng remained speechless.
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Qingyun Temple is located on the mountain.
There are exactly 365 steps going up from the Yuting Pavilion at the bottom of the mountain, no more, no less, which coincides with the art of Zhou Tianxing Dou.
After walking up the 365 steps, the gate of Qingyun Temple comes into view.
At first glance, the Taoist temple has beautiful scenery and many temples.
Unfortunately, because of the heavy rain, the main hall was basically closed, so pilgrims and Taoist priests could not see it.
"Senior brother, the temple master is waiting for you in the Sanqing Hall. You go in. I have to go down the mountain to show the way to the believers."
When he arrived at the gate of Sanqing Hall, the little Taoist said goodbye and said goodbye.
Zhang Heng bowed in return and then looked at the plaque with the words "Sanqing Palace" written on it.
Remembering that the little Taoist priest had mentioned before that the owner of Qingyun Temple was a clean person, he closed the umbrella and put it outside, stepped on it again, and then went in.
"Fu Sheng... Infinite Heavenly Lord!"
As soon as Zhang Henggang stepped into the palace gate, he heard a shout of praise.
"Blessings and blessings are immeasurable."
Zhang Heng stopped and bowed to the statue of the Three Pure Ones enshrined in the main hall.
After the ceremony, he looked into the palace.
As soon as I saw it, I saw a young Taoist in his thirties sitting cross-legged in front of the Sanqing statue, dressed in white and with a white jade hairpin in his bun.
"A poor Taoist came out of the dust, and Tian became the master of Qingyun Temple. I wonder what happened to my friend?"
Chuchenzi flicked the whisk in the dust, and his bearing was extraordinary. At first glance, it was clear that he was a true cultivator.
"I've met the real master."
Zhang Hengjing was the headmaster of the Qingyun Sect, so he would not lose his etiquette. He immediately bowed his head and said, "Zhang Heng, a disciple of Maoshan, has taken the liberty of visiting. I hope the headmaster will not be surprised."
After saying that, he got to the point and continued: "Master Master, I wonder if your Qingyun Sect has a Patriarch named Yue Qi?"
"who!"
The whisk in Chuchenzi's hand was thrown out, hitting the candlestick behind him, and even the candlestick enshrined in front of the Sanqing statue flew away.
"Ma'am, what are you doing?"
Zhang Heng frowned slightly, not expecting Chuchenzi to have such a big reaction.
"Parkinson, have you ever heard of it? It's a trembling hand problem. Western medicine told me."
Chuchenzi muttered a few words and then said seriously: "Zhang Heng, right? Where did you hear this name?"
"Is such that."
Zhang Heng put down the bamboo basket and took out a box: "Here is a magic weapon I got by chance. It is a golden scissors with the four characters Qingyun Yueqi engraved on it."
"I thought that the word "Qingyun" might be related to your Qingyun Temple, so I took advantage of the opportunity to go north to take a look. If this magic weapon really belongs to your Qingyun Temple, and our Taoist sect is the same as Qi Lianzhi, it is natural to return it to its original owner.
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"Qingyun Yueqi, scissors!!"
Chuchenzi's expression suddenly changed.
Just when Zhang Heng thought he had found the right person, he heard his voice change: "I have never heard of it. Our Qingyun Temple does not have a founder named Yue Qi, and there is no scissors magic weapon on the magic weapon chart."
"That..."
"Just keep that thing to yourself."
Zhang Heng wanted to say something more, but Chuchenzi interrupted him: "I think it's God's will that this magic weapon falls into your hands. As the saying goes, if God doesn't take it, you will suffer it. By the way, I still have to do it."
I have some things to deal with, and I’m afraid I’m not going to greet you well today, so you can go down the mountain in a while.”