Zhu Chungang said that this will be an era when hundreds of flowers bloom in the Yin and Yang world of Feng Shui, and heroes from all walks of life will appear on the stage.
Since the three gates to the Paradise of Cave Heaven in Bagua City, the Snowy Plateau and the South China Sea Islands were opened, strong men from each of the Buddhist and Taoist sects entered, and then came a situation where each one went back to each house to find their own mother.
Maoshan, one year after its leader Zhao Qunshu was deposed and sadly abdicated, his son Zhao Lijun was addicted to attacks and could not extricate himself, and Zuo Dao temporarily took charge of the overall situation, suddenly two middle-aged men in their forties were welcomed.
The simple Taoist robes are engraved with complicated charms, and their styles are very chronological. According to the records of Maoshan classics, this kind of Taoist robes were made by Xu Mi and Xu Hui, the fifth generation masters, not long after the establishment of Maoshan more than a thousand years ago.
Later, I don’t know why this robe was suddenly abandoned.
As soon as the two middle-aged men came to the door, Zuo Ci, who had returned from Bagua City, knew it and hurriedly welcomed him out. When one of them saw it, he asked slightly in surprise: "After Mr. Wu Jiao?"
Zuo Ci was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's the ancestor. I wonder how the two Taoist friends knew about it?"
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, when Zuo Ci was refining alchemy in Tianzhu Mountain and before entering Maoshan, he was called Mr. Wujiao. This name gradually fell out of use after he entered Maoshan.
The expressions of the two middle-aged men softened, their originally sullen faces relaxed a lot, and their words became enthusiastic: "Mr. Wujiao is your ancestor? Okay, okay, why do we know? There is someone in my mountain gate.
A magic weapon left by Mr. Wujiao contains his immortal soul. I have used this magic weapon for many years. Now when I see you, I feel that your soul has the mark of Mr. Wujiao. I
Of course you can see it."
Zuo Ci was shocked, how could his ancestor's belongings come to someone else's door, so he quickly asked: "I wonder where these two fellow Taoists are from..."
The reason why Zuo Ci was so polite was that he couldn't tell the difference between the two Taoist priests at all. He estimated that the other party would not be any worse than himself at worst. The whole Maoshan was in ruins and there were only a few masters who could handle it.
There were only a few people, and the once arrogant Zuo Ci had to lower his head and act like a human being. Furthermore, he was very suspicious when he saw the Taoist robes worn by these two people. This was obviously the style of Taoist robes worn by his Maoshan sect thousands of years ago.
The middle-aged man smiled lightly and said: "You asked me where I come from? We are a family, and we all regard Zhenjun Sanmao as our ancestor."
In addition to Maoshan, Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Sect, etc. each welcomed one or two or three people who came to the door for no reason. Then these Taoist sects suddenly became lively, and all the disciples who traveled around or joined the world were called back to the sect.
A few days later, Maoshan Tianshi, Longhu and other Taoist sects jointly announced that a gathering would be held in the Taihe Palace in Wudang Mountain, the Taoist holy land, in a month. All Taoist sects in the world, big and small, were invited.
Shanghai, Ruijin Hospital, Ximen.
At about ten o'clock in the evening, Wang Kunlun arrived at the west gate carrying several bottles of rice wine, some peanuts and cooked food. The old gatekeeper, with his shoulders bent, held his reading glasses and looked at it for a long time.
"Hey? Isn't it Wang Kunlun?" the old man said in surprise, and pulled two small stools from the room. Wang Kunlun took one and sat down, opening the cooked food and rice wine in his hands.
"I happened to be in Shanghai. I haven't seen you for a long time, so I came over to have a look."
"It's quite a long time? It's been three years."
The old man and the young man started chatting while eating cooked food and peanuts. After chatting for a long time, the topic shifted to Xiang Que. The old gatekeeper asked: "Didn't that kid who fought with you reconcile with you later?"
What? How are you two doing now? Did you break up or continue to contact each other?"
Wang Kunlun and Xiang Que really met and started dating at the west gate of Ruijin Hospital. Cao Qingdao was still alive at the time. The three of them were having a very hard time but were stopped by the old man, and then they shook hands and made peace.
From then on, a very difficult brotherhood was created.
Wang Kunlun grabbed a few peanuts with his hands, threw them into his mouth and chewed them: "He is also in Shanghai."
"Then why didn't he come? Did he forget about me, an old man?"
Wang Kunlun smiled and said: "Don't accuse him unfairly. He hasn't seen his wife for a year. He is probably having sex with her now. I will call him over after he sends her away in two days.
I have to thank you for our friendship now. If you hadn't stopped us back then, I'm afraid we would have been in a life-and-death situation and we wouldn't have our friendship today. Uncle, fate is quite amazing...
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If the old janitor hadn't stopped Wang Kunlun and Xiang Que, who were already impatient, their life trajectories would have completely changed from then on. No one would have expected that the two of them would be the same today.
What kind of situation was it? Maybe Wang Kunlun had died in that jungle, maybe Xiang Que couldn't survive the battle at Xishan Laofeng without Wang Kunlun's help.
So, after Wang Kunlun returned to Xiang Que again and had nowhere to go in Shanghai, he went to the west gate of Ruijin Hospital to meet this old man who might have changed his life.
The two of them expected that in the middle of the night, after drinking three or four bottles of old rice wine, the hospital guard's yellow dog wandered out, then barked several times toward a dark corner not far away.
As the saying goes, a ten-year-old dog can become a spirit. This is absolutely true. Ordinary dogs can already be psychic. Dogs over ten years old are almost equivalent to a person who is about seventy years old. An old man who lives to this age
Calling old people who do not die a thief, dogs at this age are almost as good as becoming spirits.
The old guard scolded the big yellow dog and said: "Go back, it's been barking for more than a year, and it still hasn't lost its memory. Go, go, go."
After yelling a few words, the old man took out a piece of meat from the cooked food bag and threw it out. The big yellow ran away. Wang Kunlun tilted his head and looked at the corner where the yellow dog barked just now. A dim shadow stood there quietly.
, with a slender figure and a ferocious face, he looks like an evil spirit.
The old guard turned his head and took a look, then said nonchalantly: "It was here more than a year ago. It looks quite scary, but fortunately it never causes any trouble. It specializes in collecting the souls of the dead."
Wang Kunlun glanced at it, and then turned his head again. He was no longer a Taoist priest who exterminated demons and defended the Tao in Longhu Mountain. As long as these lonely ghosts did not take the initiative to provoke him, he would not bother to be a defender.
It's just that Wang Kunlun is very strange. The strength of the guy in the corner does not look like an ordinary wild ghost.
"Ring, ring, ring..." Suddenly, the sound of a soul-calling bell sounded from a distance.
A faint figure holding a bunch of bells suddenly appeared near the west gate of the hospital: "Bold evildoer..."
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