Chapter 102 I dont know who will continue Guanghan Tour
Towering courtyard walls of moss-green tiles and gray tiles loom in the mountain path, and a wooden door is hidden by green bamboo. At this time, you only need to push a little harder to walk into the ancient Taoist temple and smell the rising smoke.
Smoke.
After experiencing the turmoil that night, Jiang Wen was wary of things with fragrance, always feeling that he could smell something ominous.
Walking close to the main hall, the cold wind quietly surrounded the room, and the sound of chanting could be heard faintly.
Although they were nearly killed by soldiers that night, the White Lotus Sect's behavior was more upright than that of the Qing soldiers. They did not do any dirty things like scraping gold powder and searching their stomachs. Only the clay statues in the main hall could still enjoy the incense with their eyes slightly closed, making waves.
Not surprised but also a little lucky.
Jiang Wen sent his disciples to play in the courtyard. He walked into the main hall and immediately saw the old Taoist priest who was bowing his head and chanting sutras. From behind, his hair was gray, like a weathered pine.
"Jiang Wen."
Before he opened his mouth, the old Taoist priest seemed to have eyes behind his back, revealing his identity.
"Ma'am, you're fine."
The two of them greeted each other tacitly and fell silent. Jiang Wen sat casually on the futon, looking at the top of the Sanqing Hall of the Taoist Temple, slowly counting the number of rafters on it.
I don’t know if this old hall has a spirit, and whether it knows that in the future there will no longer be little Taoist priests wearing ill-fitting robes, pretending to be sophisticated and asking pilgrims about their visit every day.
And Jiang Wen could no longer see the child who pestered him all day long to read strange stories.
Yuan Huazi recited a sutra, filled the oil lamp with sesame oil, and when he stood up to get some incense, he interrupted Jiang Wen's reverie.
"Jiang Wen, your health seems to have improved a lot."
Jiang Wen nodded, leaned on the futon without getting up, stretched out his left hand and held it in concentration, and a powerful suction force came out of thin air, and he inhaled a handful of incense sticks in the air.
"It can be said to be a blessing in disguise. My Qi disorder has healed much better than before. Although I still have some hesitation when it comes to taking action, I have been able to regain some of my power on a daily basis."
As the saying goes, playing the erhu with full health, and playing the whole picture with residual blood, Jiang Wen was very satisfied with the fact that he had recovered a successful power by accident. At least it was easier to beat people up. And a certain person who seemed to be awesome and coaxing
Tianjian, he is worse than himself.
The general formula of Dugu's Nine Swords was completely too weak. That night, with just one sword strike, Wang Mang's withered head was cut off on the corpse wall.
The mirage snail seemed to be trying to survive by cutting off its tail, and it spattered out a stream of smelly mucus like blood, which instantly burned into Jiang Wen's skin before he could dodge it.
Jiang Wen did not expect that taking the Immortal Zhi internally would be dangerous, and the liquid applied externally would be extremely vicious. In just a moment, the spores on Jiang Wen's body spread and burrowed in. His body, which was on the verge of collapse, seemed to have its own consciousness, and each one wanted to fall apart.
However, the most terrifying aspect of the elixir of life was the dissolution of the five internal organs and the rebirth of Qingqi, but they were deflated by Jiang Wen.
Although Hongyang Saint Child's skills are pure and pure, after all, he only practices one Tianshi Danxi method, and the body-protecting Gangqi cannot protect his lungs and internal organs. But Jiang Wen has countless internal skills and mental skills, among which there are some extremely miraculous and top-notch internal skills.
, the internal organs and meridians have been tempered countless times.
Before the sudden intrusion of the elixir of life could trigger the transformation of flesh and blood, the internal energy including Nine Yang and Nine Yin, Yi Jin Marrow Cleansing, and Northern Ming Bahuang were counterattacked by their own movements, forcibly suppressing the tendency of the five internal organs to dissolve, like a millstone.
Eliminate abnormalities and feed yourself back.
"I didn't expect you to come back alive."
Yuan Huazi did not hide anything and always spoke directly, "Since ancient times, those who can come back alive from the Jiahe Immortal Banquet are considered to be the best in the world - now that you have come back, it is difficult for the old Taoist to admit this."
Jiang Wen laughed.
"Master, haven't you come back alive? Isn't it interesting to praise yourself in such a roundabout way?"
After speaking, Jiang Wen was silent for a while, and then said calmly, "To be honest, if I were to do it again, I'm not sure I would be willing to draw the sword, let alone be able to come back alive."
When Jiang Wen swung that sword, he didn't know how far it could go.
He just feels that this eternal life is too heavy, like the most absurd ambition and desire hidden deep in his heart. If he is not willing to give up, it will only drag him down.
At that time, Jiang Wen believed that the most he could do was to drive away the barbarians with the power of his sword, and he even prepared to be kind like a knight of the Western Jin Dynasty.
But now, looking at the scene of rocks and landslides on Manting Peak, Jiang Wen clearly succeeded.
The Dugu Nine Swords were used with the Beiming Divine Skill, and the Taoist secrets of the free world were used to stimulate the exquisite external skills of Yili. While the power increased step by step, it also brought him into contact with a mysterious and mysterious realm - this is the avenue of the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
, seems to have the meaning of expelling people from stocks.
What's more important is that his sword also awakened a sleeping existence in the "Void Immortal Realm".
As the entire chaotic universe began to boil, the mirage conch that forcibly opened the passage to the fairy world was seriously injured and eventually torn apart by the backlash.
Jiang Wen knew that martial arts alone could never create such power that shocked the world, but what if Shen Miaoxi only sensed the existence of these martial arts at that time?
For example... Liu Tu!?
"Master, why is there such a thing on Manting Peak? Why did Yao's archer hide the elixir here? Why did the Queen Mother of the West have to give away the elixir?"
Jiang Wen had so many questions, but he didn't know where to start. Everything seemed to have answers, but he didn't seem to understand anything.
Suddenly the sound of a chime sounded, and the sound of gold and jade vibrated in the hall.
"How can you know that immortality is not a disaster? Do you really know the story of Dayi?"
Jiang Wen nodded affirmatively.
"Houyi shot the sun and Chang'e flew to the moon. I just reviewed it again recently, which made me think that what I read before was a fake book."
"You are ignorant and incompetent. I think you are reading fake books! I usually ask you to read more and read less of the Notes of Legends and Monsters!"
Yuan Huazi said very ironically, slowly opening his eyes and brushing away the incense ashes in front of him, "Houyi is not the great Yi, and Chang'e is not the same as Chang'e!" It is recorded in "Lingxian" by Zhang Heng of the Han Dynasty that Yi asked not to die.
The medicine was given to the Queen Mother of the West, and Chang'e stole it and flew to the moon. Later, I gave it to Youhuang with a scorpion, and Huangzhan called it auspicious. Chang'e then held it up to the moon, and it turned out to be a toad."
After speaking, he glanced at Jiang Wen meaningfully.
"Now, do you know the meaning of the story?"
Jiang Wen and the old Taoist priest looked at each other. Their mouths slowly grew bigger and could no longer be closed. They didn't even have time to retort at the old Taoist priest's sarcasm.
After knowing the truth about the elixir of immortality, Jiang Wen easily interpreted the story into different meanings. Chang'e was curious about the effect of the elixir of immortality. She thought she hoped to stay young and look young forever, but she was unsure before taking it. , so it is very particular to ask a wizard for divination.
To this day, it is still unclear whether the "good luck" in this divination means that all wishes will come true or that eating it will not put one's life in danger.
But Jiang Wen could imagine the surprise and anger in Dayi's heart when he returned home and saw a large, transformed toad lying in his house, alone and wanted to talk to him...
"Well, if it were me, let alone stuffing it into the cracks in the rocks of Wuyi Mountain, I would even have the determination to dig out the Moho interface and throw it into the mantle of the earth!"
Yuan Huazi said no more. Although the secret of immortality that the master had kept for many years had no meaning in keeping silent, there was no need to tell it to everyone. So he slowly sat back on the futon and recited it again. Scripture.
"What sutra does the real person recite?"
"The old Taoist vows to recite the Supreme Sutra of Rescue from Suffering thousands of times to uplift all living beings from being lost and to save them from the misery of being lost."
The old Taoist priest spoke calmly as usual, but Jiang Wen could see a hint of loneliness in his rickety figure. Even though the warm winter sun was still shining on him, there was no longer a lazy and distracted disciple who could listen to his nagging. Talked.
Even if you recite the sutra thousands of times, it will never be worth calling Master face to face.
Jiang Wen looked at Ningdie running wildly in the yard, Wen Ding practicing martial arts, and Xiao Shitou in a daze, and fell into silence.
The sound of sutras, the sound of the wind, the rustling of trees, the shadows of people, the shadows of windows, and the curls of light smoke.
You can hear a needle drop in the main hall, but you can't tell which sounds are real and which sounds are illusory. It seems that the precious sutra of rescuing people from suffering can transform reality into emptiness, penetrate barriers, and resolve the depression in people's hearts that is difficult to see with the naked eye.
Listening to Yuan Huazi's low-pitched singing, Jiang Wen suddenly remembered a saying, saying that there are actually three times of human death.
The first time is when the vital signs disappear, as death with its own biological significance; the second time is when cremation mourns and the cancellation of registered residence is death as social significance in the eyes of relatives and friends; the third time is when the last person who remembers him dies, can When everything that proves his existence disappears, this is the final silent death.
The funny thing is that some people carve their names into stones, and the names rot earlier than the corpses.
After a long time, as Yuan Huazi rang the copper chime, Jiang Wen stood up from the futon and asked casually, "Master, I don't know the name of the little Taoist priest yet."
"Originally, I delayed officially accepting him into the entrance wall because I was afraid of something unexpected."
Yuan Huazi was a little thirsty, so he stopped reciting the Sutra of Rescue from the Suffering, and looked at Jiang Wen with eyes that were so clear that he didn't look like an old man.
"According to the order set by Immortal Master Bai Yuchan that 'all living beings will look up to the benevolent, all things will be good, and nature will learn Yuan Gong', the old Taoist Taoist name already has the character 'Yuan', so my disciple's Taoist name was originally planned to be called Gong. mysterious."
"...The co-authorship is arranged according to Journey to the West? Give me back my touch."
Jiang Wen was silent for a while, then took out a folded rice paper from his sleeve.
"He was originally most afraid of listening to the scriptures. You actually wanted to recite the scriptures to him ten thousand times. It is simply heartbreaking. This is something I owe the Taoist Priest. You have great power, so just burn it to him during class.
"
Jiang Wen threw the paper away and walked out of the hall without looking back.
"If he still wants to hear strange stories in the future, let him come to me with his dreams. My personal experience is much more interesting than hearsay. Don't play with the outsiders, Ningdie, Wending, Xiao Shitou, Wuyi Sect assemble!"
"Yes, Master."
"Master, I asked where to go..."
"Anyway, I will go wherever Master goes!"
Silently listening to the laughter and footsteps outside the door gradually disappearing from Huixian Temple, Yuan Huazi stood there for a long time before picking up the rice paper on the ground.
I saw a poem written in clear lines with crooked calligraphy -
It's always surprising to ask, who advises to eat quartz boiled with bait? It's hard to look back at the passing beauty. In the moon, the laurel in the toad palace holds the ice. In the empty mountain, I will listen for a while. Is there anyone who lives forever in the world? It's as ironic as looking back at the North Star.
Yuan Huazi didn't know what Jiang Wen meant when he wrote this poem. Maybe it was a tacit understanding between the two of them.
In fact, there was one thing Yuan Huazi did not tell Jiang Wen.
I don’t know why the water tank in the backyard has always been full even though I have never drawn water.
The one who was originally responsible for fetching water.