There was a scholar surnamed Wang at the foot of Maodao Mountain. He was the seventh in his family and was also called Wang Qilang. Although he was a son of an official, he also envied those who possessed Taoism. Later, he heard that there were many immortals on Maodao Mountain, so he carried him on his back.
After packing up his luggage, he said goodbye to his family and went to seek immortality and visit the Tao.
That day he climbed to the top of a mountain and saw a Taoist temple in a quiet environment. He was also a little thirsty, so he entered the temple and wanted to ask for a bowl of water. He saw a Taoist priest sitting on a futon. Although the Taoist priest had gray hair
, but his face is extremely young, and he looks like he is no longer in his prime.
Although his posture and temperament are indifferent, he still has a sense of harmony, not to mention his handsome face, and his white hair hanging down his neck, adding to his fairy-like appearance.
After Wang Qilang saw the Taoist, he couldn't help but be shocked. He went up to see Li and talked with him.
As the saying goes, the Tao does not talk about longevity, which means you cannot ask how old you are when you meet a Taoist priest, but you can still ask about your origin. If you ask some Taoist scriptures, they will answer it.
So Wang Qilang asked the Taoist about the Taoist scriptures he had read.
"Taoist Priest, I would like to ask, what do you think of this sentence: 'The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao.'"
"Although the meaning of this sentence can be seen as 'If the Tao can be expressed, it is not Tao', but if you move the pause, then this sentence will have another meaning, just like disrupting the pause into 'Tao'
, "It's true, but it's always true", then the meaning of this sentence can also be changed to "(I) often say that Tao can explain illusory things." There is an inversion of the grammatical structure in this sentence, and it also
There are omissions, after all, ancient texts are like this,
But it is precisely because of the different pauses that the original meaning of the Taoist scriptures will be misinterpreted. Therefore, the original teachings of some sects are good, but they are misinterpreted when they fall into the hands of lawless elements, and then they become evil sects.
It’s just that the reason why classics handed down from ancient times are called classics handed down from ancient times is because everyone who reads them can gain something from them, whether the gains are good or bad.”
The Taoist's explanation made Wang Qilang think in his mind, "This is an expert." He bowed his head and bowed, and even lowered himself to the ground and shouted, "Master, please bow to me, my disciple." Such words.
Seeing this, the Taoist chuckled softly: "I see that your limbs are industrious and you don't distinguish between grains and grains. I'm afraid you can't bear the hardship. You have such a character that you can't cultivate Taoism and become an immortal. I don't want to accept a disciple like you."
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"I can endure hardship! Master, please accept me as a disciple!" Wang Qilang climbed up the pole like a vine.
The Taoist smiled and said: "In that case, I will ask you a few questions, whether you can answer them or not."
When Wang Qilang heard this, he felt that he was in trouble, so he hurriedly kowtowed: "Master, if you ask me a question, my disciple will definitely answer."
"Then you fill out this form first and give it to me after filling it out." The Taoist said, leaving a test paper.
In addition to multiple-choice questions with four options: A, B, C, and D, the test paper also includes judgment questions, short answer questions, essay questions, propositional essays, and the like.
For example, "You have a strange vial that can ripen plants, but your sect doesn't know it, so you use this vial to ripen spiritual plants and then refine elixirs to improve your cultivation, so others don't know your true cultivation."
However, during a business trip, you had a conflict with a high-ranking heir of the sect. The high-ranking heir threatened to kill you. What would you do at this time?
A: Kill people and seize treasures. B: Run away. C: Beat the young and the old. D: Beg for mercy." It all rhymes.
Besides this, what else is there: "Because you have offended someone, will you sacrifice your beautiful Taoist companion to beg for mercy?" What kind of tauren?
And what about "you learned that your best friend has a destiny with immortality, will you kill your friend to steal the destiny?" What about dark cultivation of immortality?
There were quite a lot of questions like this. After all the answers were answered, the Taoist took the papers away. Wang Qilang felt that this was more tiring than taking a test for a child student.
But Wang Qilang didn't know that the test paper he spent an hour answering could be scored with just two glances.
"A person of moderation makes all choices from neutral options. Such a person is not as good as a person who is upright, pure and kind, and a person who is crazy and self-centered." Qin Hongjun commented.
"But such a person is suitable for cultivating immortality at a slow pace." Taishan Mansion Lord said, "It's just that he is still lazy, and he probably won't be able to stand a little trouble."
"It's not like I really taught him how to cultivate immortality. It's more or less fun." Emperor Hun Tian said casually, "Although it's mediocre, it's not without its merits. It's almost like giving him some benefits."
So Emperor Huntian burned the examination papers and appeared in front of Wang Qilang again.
"In that case, then you can become my registered disciple. Your senior brothers have all left the mountain. From now on, you can handle everything on your own." When the Taoist said this, Wang Qilang listened.
The Taoist was just like a hands-off shopkeeper, asking Wang Qilang to find a room to live in and find a Taoist robe to wear. In short, he had to rely on himself for everything.
In the early morning of the next day, the Taoist priest called Wang Qilang, gave him an ax, and asked him to chop wood by himself.
So Wang Qilang respectfully agreed. After a month, Wang Sheng's hands and feet had thick calluses. He could no longer endure such hardship and secretly had the idea of going home.
One evening, he returned to the temple and saw two guests sitting and drinking with the master under the moonlight.
It's just that it's getting late now, with only a bright moon hovering in the sky, and the Taoist temple is completely dark. Not to mention the lanterns, even the candles haven't been lit yet.
"You're back? Qilang?" the Taoist asked Wang Qilang.
"Yes, Master, I'm back after cutting firewood." Wang Qilang replied respectfully, looking at the other two guests from time to time.
It was just that the sky was dark and the moonlight could not illuminate the appearance of the two guests, but judging from their vague outlines, they did look somewhat similar to my master.
"Since you're back, let's be a tea-server. Qilang, come here." The Taoist said as he picked up a neat square piece of white paper from the empty table.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Folding the white paper twice, the Taoist tore it up casually. The torn edges were smooth and had no visible roughness, just like cutting paper with scissors.
After this, a round piece of paper unfolded and handed to Wang Qilang.
"Shichiro, stick this moon on the wall."
Qilang muttered in his heart: "It's just a piece of paper, how can it be called the moon?"
That was true, but Wang Qilang still did it. After a while, the paper turned into a bright moon and illuminated the room, shining brightly. However, the faces of the two guests were similar to the master.
Wang Qilang was dumbfounded. The full moonlight was shaped like countless olives and thousands of golden threads, running through it and hanging down from the world. There was a stream of light as thick as water slurry.
But when the Taoist tore the people out and threw them into the moonlight, receiving their essence, they turned into fat Taoist boys with red lips and white teeth, which made people feel happy just looking at them.
"You can't drink this Emperor Ooze. You little babies can be considered as enlightened by me. In that case, serve us tonight. From now on, you can go wherever you want and be at ease." The master said.
The children raised their heads like this, rising and falling like ocean waves, and then began to run around, lighting fires, hunting, singing, and performing tricks.
It can be seen that all the disciples are running around to serve. In comparison, Wang Qilang feels that he is the most leisurely.
Then a guest said: "The beautiful scenery at night is so much fun that we can't help but enjoy it together."
Master then said, "What Mr. Fu said is true. I wonder how Mr. Fu plans to enjoy the Dharma together?"
So the prince smiled and said, "What's so difficult about this?"
As the Fujun said this, he picked up the wine bottle from the table.
Wang Sheng thought to himself: "There are so many people, how can we drink a pot of wine? Could it be that this person is also a god?"
Sure enough, the master threw the wine pot into the air, and the wine pot turned into a rain cloud, but the aroma of wine overflowed in the rain cloud.
"Come on, come on, take the bowl by yourself. If you are not active in drinking, what else is there to be active about?" Mr. Fu said.
Then the guest opposite Mr. Hou waved his hand, and everyone had a wine bowl in their hands. The boys looked at the master eagerly.
The master smiled: "Drink, drink, your uncle Hongjun has given you a bowl, don't be bored, this wine is a 'good medicine' that can relieve the world's countless sorrows and sorrows in a short while."
So the boys filled the wine bowls with wine, and drank with their mouths open.
Wang Qilang was very depressed: "Why hasn't master taught me magic until now?"
After a while, the master said: "Thank you for giving us the moonlight to illuminate us, but drinking like this is still a bit lonely. Why not ask the goddess of the moon palace to come?"
So after the master finished speaking, he threw the chopsticks into the moon. The chopsticks went straight to the bright moon in the sky, and then the Taoist raised his cup.
"Raise a glass to the bright moon. Why doesn't the bright moon give you a favor?"
After the Taoist finished speaking, he saw a beautiful woman floating out of the moonlight. At first it was less than a foot, but when it fell to the ground, she looked like an ordinary person.
There is a poem that goes: In the moon, Chang'e does not draw her eyebrows, but only uses the clouds and mist to make her clothes. I don't know if the dream is chasing Qingluan, but she still returns with the flower branches covering her face.
This goddess in the moon is extremely beautiful, even if she is truly stunning in the world, she is only one thousandth less beautiful.
It is a figure composed of perfect golden proportions, with a slender waist that is full to the touch, two plump and straight peaks, and a beautiful neck like flawless white jade. It is inseparable from just one glance. How can Wang Qilang remember his own family?
What about the "Wife of Chaos"? My whole mind is immersed in this goddess of the moon.
The goddess danced gracefully in the middle of the moon. Her feathery robes and colorful clothes were like the changing colors of the waxing and waning moon. It was true that the clouds were thinking of her clothes and the flowers were thinking of her face. The spring breeze was blowing on the threshold and the dew was thick. If I hadn't seen her at the top of the jade mountain, I would have gone to Yaotai.
Meet under the moon.
During the dance, the goddess in the moon also sang beautiful fairy music.
"It's like a fairy, but it's still here, and it's like you're hiding in Guanghan?!"
The singing was clear and melodious, as beautiful as playing the flute.
After the song was sung, the goddess in the moon floated and hovered as if in the sky, jumped onto the table, and danced again in time with the song.
The chef and the two guests laughed heartily.
Na Hongjun said: "Tonight is quite entertaining, but I'm almost drunk. How about you two accompany me to the Moon Palace for a farewell drink?"
"Why not?" Master and Fujun said in unison.
So the three of them moved their seats, stood up and walked towards the moon in the sky, gradually entering the moon palace.
The disciples looked up at the three men, sitting in the moon palace drinking wine. Their beards and eyebrows were clearly visible, just like the reflection of a person reflected in a mirror.
After a while, the moon's light gradually dimmed, and the disciple lit a candle, only to see the Taoist priest sitting there alone, while the guest had disappeared.
The cores of the dishes were still there on the table. The moon on the wall was just a round piece of paper like a mirror.
Everything seems like a dream, but there is still room for reality. It is like a dream and an illusion, making Wang Qilang unable to distinguish between falsehood and reality.
The Taoist priest asked his disciples: "Have you drunk enough?"
"I didn't drink enough." "I drank enough." An unsociable voice came from among the children.
"I didn't drink enough, so I came out." The Taoist priest said interestingly.
Then a drunken boy came out shyly.
"Well, you are a big drinker at a young age. I see that you are such a good drinker, so I will teach you the art of wine." The Taoist said, and patted the boy's forehead three times.
The boy was overjoyed: "Thank you so much, Master! Thank you so much, Master!"
"Since everyone is fine, let's disperse. Those who want to go out and explore, go out and explore, and those who want to stay with me and learn from me, then learn from me, eh? Qilang? Do you have anything to say?
?" The Taoist finished speaking calmly and mentioned Wang Qilang again.
Wang Qilang hesitated: "Master, I've been here for so long, why don't you teach me a single spell? Instead..."
"If you want to learn the Dharma, you will have to endure thousands of cuts. You may not be a human being in the future, so I have been examining you during this period, Qilang. You really do not have the qualifications to learn the Dharma." The Taoist said helplessly.
He shook his head, somewhat pretentiously.
"But what about them?"
"They are spirits inspired by the emperor's liquid. They are blessed by nature. How can you, a mortal body, compare to them?"
"Hey, Master, am I never going to be able to study the Fa in this life?" Wang Qilang asked in a disappointed tone.
"That's not entirely true. As the saying goes, Tianyan is fifty, Dao is forty-nine, and one of them escapes. Nothing is absolute. If you want to learn the Dharma, you need something." The Taoist said this.
When Wang Qilang heard this, his mind became active again.
"May I ask Master, what do you need?"
"Do you know what the phrase 'Xuan will not save his life but will not change his fate' means?"
"Master, please clarify."
"Go and realize it yourself. Just take this thing and throw it away anywhere you want. You can do it at any time. But remember, you must never open this thing, let alone clearly know where it is, let alone know where it is.
You cannot let others know that you have left this thing behind, do you understand what I am saying?"
"I understand, but I don't understand it very well, and what is it written on it?"
"Don't worry about that. Have you forgotten everything I told you now?"
"Yes." Wang Qilang nodded, his eyes confused.
"Forget it. Forgetting means you can learn my method of forgetfulness..."
They were talking about chariots, and then time began to flow quickly.
Nearly five thousand years later.
Qin Anyi stood in the infusion hall of the abandoned hospital, facing faceless nurses walking towards him mechanically and stiffly.
He shone the flashlight accurately, and the nurses who were hit by the light stopped motionless.
Then, the phantom limb was hammered down hard.
After a burst of dust, a somewhat old wooden box was revealed.
There is a line of words engraved on the wooden box.
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