Yu Qiuyang paused, took out a scroll from his body and pushed it in front of Xu Beili, and said with a smile: "I feel that I am a little too abrupt. I have something here that I hope can calm Beili's shock."
Has Xu Beili, the authentic sect of Taishang Xuanmen, ever been surprised? He must have been, but since he took charge of the Quanzhen Sect, he has rarely shown any signs of surprise. As the leader of a sect, it is fundamental to act calmly and calmly.
, you can’t seem too petty.
The scroll that Yu Qiuyang handed over was already a little yellowed, and the wooden scrolls at both ends were still a little damaged. Before the painting was spread out, an aura of decay and vicissitudes of life came out. Xu Beili stared at the scroll with an obvious feeling.
The very familiar feeling even made him feel a little restless in his heart.
Yu Qiuyang picked up the teacup and blew on the tea in the cup. He stared at the few tea leaves floating on the water without paying attention to the other side. Xu Beili glanced at the scroll twice, then reached out to pick it up, and then spread it out in front of him. This is the scroll of the characters.
portrait, painting
The man is wearing a yellow Taoist robe, holding a banana fan in his hand, with a long beard reaching up to his chest. He has an old face with a broad forehead and broad face. His long hair is pinned up by a hairpin. There are several small seal characters written on the upper right side of the painting,
Chongyangzi, the Fifth Patriarch of the North.
Xu Beili was shocked. Both hands holding the scroll trembled at the same time. He raised his head with a "swish" sound, looked at Yu Qiuyang and asked: "This, this..."
"This is the portrait of Master Chongyang. I specially took it from somewhere else and sent it to Master Yu Beili," Yu Qiuyang said lightly.
Xu Beili stood up immediately, straightened his Taoist robe, picked up the whisk and waved it, and said loudly: "Thank you Taoist friend for your generosity."
This Chongyang statue was painted by Yang Buzhi, a great painter of the Northern Song Dynasty, for Wang Chongyang. It has been hanging in the Chongyang Palace for people to admire since he founded the Quanzhen religion. However, Quanzhen entered a period of decline after the Ming Dynasty.
Xi Taoism began to be suppressed, and the first one to bear the brunt was the Quanzhen Sect, which had the Taishang Xuanmen authentic sect. Zhu Yuanzhang even began to expel Zhengyi
, Tianshi and Taishang disciples, the Quanzhen sect split into many small sects at that time, with as many as eighty-six sects. Although they split into so many Taoist sects, they still regarded Wang Chongyang as their ancestor and still respected him extremely.
But since then, Wang Chongyang had two very important things that were symbols of the Quanzhen sect that were lost during the Quanzhen split.
One is this real portrait of the Chongyang Festival, and the other is the Complete Collection of the Chongyang Festival written by him. These two things are called the symbols of Quanzhen, but they were lost in the early Ming Dynasty and have disappeared since then. They gradually recovered from the Quanzhen Sect.
Since then, finding these two things has become the primary goal of successive leaders. Unfortunately, in Xu Beili's generation, there is still no news.
Xu Beili calmed down, then sat down again, and said with a somewhat complicated expression: "Do you want to make a deal with the channel, fellow Taoist?"
Yu Qiuyang shook his head and said: "To say it is a transaction, it is shabby. Master Beili has also tarnished my feelings. Both are disciples of Taoism. Master Chongyang is also an ancestor I admire in my heart. Being able to tour his relics is also a good idea in my opinion."
It is a great good deed. No deal is involved. Regardless of whether Master Beili agrees to my request or not, I will return this painting to the Quanzhen Sect."
Xu Beili took a breath in confusion. Yu Qiuyang said this was not a deal, but could he really accept this huge favor for no reason?
Buddhism and Taoism emphasize cause and effect and should not be messed with easily!
Unexpectedly, at this time, before Xu Beili could reply to him, Yu Qiuyang said very seriously: "Here, I solemnly promise to Master Beili that three years later, I will also dedicate the Chongyang Complete Collection with both hands.
superior"
For a long time, Xu Beili sighed silently and said: "Fellow Taoist has given me these two great gifts... I wonder when will fellow Taoist use my Quanzhen Big Dipper Array?"
"Two days later!"
Yu Qiuyang's tense demeanor finally let go. He breathed out an extremely rare sigh of relief, and his back was already wet.
In the Tibetan area, there is an old monk on the top of a snow-capped mountain. In recent years, he has been sitting on a raised boulder, wearing only a simple cassock, meditating and chanting sutras all day long, motionless as a clock.
Below the old monk is a temple, Ganden Monastery.
From Ganden Monastery, a young lama wearing red cassocks and a tall yellow felt hat walked out, walking on the deep snow to the top of the snow-capped mountains.
Behind him, a group of lamas bowed and saluted and said in unison: "Send the Living Buddha out of the temple and hope that the Living Buddha will return soon."
The corners of the young Living Buddha's mouth twitched twice, and he muttered angrily: "I've been holding it in for almost a year, why don't I come back? I am the Happy Buddha, the Happy Buddha, not the Living Buddha."
The young Living Buddha, who was thinking indifferently, waved his fist and walked up to the top of the snow mountain and came to the old monk. His expression suddenly calmed down, and he knelt on the ground and said: "Master"
"Let's go." The old monk opened his cloudy eyes and stood up, stepping barefoot on the snow that was almost up to his knees.
Cao Shanjun followed him in a hurry, grinning and asked: "Master, where are we going?"
"Go, where we should go"
Cao Shanjun twitched the corner of his mouth again and said: "Master, it's just the two of us, can we stop talking about Zen?"
The old monk remained unmoved and walked step by step towards the bottom of the snow-capped mountain. Cao Shanjun curled his lips and said: "Zhongnan Mountain, Gujing Temple... I already know that, why are you trying to play riddles with me?"
Lingnan, Wang Family Courtyard.
Fatty Wang stood in front of the door with Yang Fei'er in his arms. Next to him stood his uncle Wang Zhongguo and several other children of the Wang family. After they waited for a while, an Audi A8 slowly drove to the door of the compound.
Qi Changqing opened the car door and got out of the car. Wang Xuanzhen immediately greeted him with a smile on his face and said: "Elder brother, how are you doing, elder brother?"
Qi Changqing nodded wordlessly and said: "We are all heads of the family, naughty."
Wang Xuanzhen narrowed his eyes and said: "You and my father are of the same generation. I should be more innocent in front of you. Isn't that what I should do?"
"Am I that old?" Qi Changqing glared at him, then looked at Wang Zhongguo and said, "I have met Mr. Wang."
"Is this the first time Changqing has come to the Wang Family Courtyard? Don't be too unconventional. No matter where you come from, your Gujing Temple and my family are one family." Wang Zhongguo said a few polite words to him, and then said: "After receiving the letter, the old man
If you dare, come here and wait inside. Changqing, I will take you there."
"Okay, that's troublesome"
Fatty Wang followed behind and asked curiously: "Elder brother, why did you come to our house this time..."
"Children, please don't pry into adults' matters." Qi Changqing replied with just one sentence.
The meeting between Qi Changqing and Wang Chaotian lasted for a long time, and Qi Changqing left the Wang family compound with Wang Chaotian, who had already retired, on the day he arrived at the Wang family. When they left, both of them looked extremely serious.
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