The distant morning bell echoes across the mountains and sea of clouds.
Taiwu Mountain meanders for hundreds of miles from north to south, like a giant dragon tumbling. The woodcutter who walked through the mountain forest wiped his sweat, followed the way he came, and sang loudly. The simple songs wandered back and forth in the mountains, reaching farther away.
In the direction, there is a long winding staircase standing in the sea of clouds, extending straight to the single peak in the mountain.
The majestic and majestic buildings stand tall and the mountains and clouds disappear and appear.
Winter~
The bell rang again, past the towering mountain gate, Tianshifu Square, four-legged bronze cauldron with inscriptions burning incense and birds, and steep cliffs full of Taoist scriptures and talismans with the smoke and fire of alchemy.
In the gates of hundreds of Tianshi mansions, Taoist priests from the outer chambers gathered in the square, sitting cross-legged and meditating to adjust their breaths; or listening to their teachers explaining the secrets of Taoism, and if they understood something, they would remember it in their hearts; there were also people who were strengthening their bodies.
Wielding the mahogany sword, or taking bare-handed steps, quickly or slowly, the whole body is rotated with the breath.
Qiao'er was among them. After playing for a while, his hands and legs felt weak. He sat on the ground and propped up his chin in a daze. In his peripheral vision, he saw a familiar figure passing by from one side of the square. He stood up alertly and said to the senior brother who was teaching him that he was not well.
Feeling comfortable, I followed quietly.
From a distance, I saw Uncle Yuchen walking into the attic in front of him, holding a bundle of books in his hand. The girl squatted under the window with gossip, covered her mouth and heard something coming from the wall.
After a while, I heard Uncle Yuchen's voice inside: "This is already the forty-fifth volume, and I still haven't found it."
"Is the Heavenly Master still in Daozang Pavilion?"
"The injury has improved a bit, so he has been kept in the attic."
"It seems that the Heavenly Master is also angry."
"The Heavenly Master can be angry even if he is in such a state of mind, but you can imagine how much that Yiren did. He is simply not worthy of the status of a god."
In the attic, Yuchen was sitting on the side. On the small table at hand were a few volumes of books that he had just brought. They were collected from another alchemy room. After letting the Heavenly Master look at them, he put them back to their original places.
He stopped by to see Qingxu.
Qingxu, who was sitting at the head of the room, had a serious look on his face. He suddenly raised his hand that was pressing on the armrest toward Yuchen. He smiled and looked at the ajar door, "Qiao'er, come in if you want to listen. I don't want to listen in the corner of the Tianshi Mansion."
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Outside, the girl who was discovered lowered her head slightly, holding the corner of her robe in embarrassment and slowly came in, "Uncles, I'm sorry. Qiaoer just wants to hear any news about her eldest brother."
Qing Xu and Yu Chen looked at each other and then smiled.
"Your eldest brother should have gone to the Canglan River. If you don't delay, you should return to the Central Plains at this time. As for what you are going to do, how do we know? You, at such a young age, are laying the foundation, so don't delay.
Good time."
The seemingly gentle words are actually a warning to the girl. Generally speaking, it is very harsh for Qingxu to say these words to the disciples below.
"Oh." Qiao'er lowered his head, nodded with a peck of rice, and bowed politely before retreating.
Here, Yuchen also stood up to say goodbye. He wanted to take the collection of books back to the alchemy room. "Senior brother also took the time to go to Daozang Pavilion to persuade the Heavenly Master. The injury has not healed yet, so don't waste too much energy."
"How can it be so easy to persuade the Heavenly Master when he is so angry?"
Qingxu sent his junior brother to the door. After watching him leave, he sighed, folded his sleeves and closed the door behind him, and walked straight to the library in front of him. He said that there was nothing he could do to persuade him, but he still approached the attic without hesitation.
inside.
The little Taoist priest guarding the pavilion came to greet him. Qingxu asked which floor the Heavenly Master was on, and went straight up the stairs. When he reached the fourth floor, he saw a white figure sitting in front of a mountain of books, holding a book in each hand.
, turning the pages without wind, my eyes quickly scanned the content vertically, and I finished two books in less than ten seconds. The speed was staggering.
"Qingxu is here?"
Zhang Shuangbai knew who was coming without having to raise his head. He put down the book in his hand and straightened up. Qingxu over there also sat down next to him, "Tianshi."
"How are you doing at the foot of the mountain? Are all the monks doing well?"
"It's all good. We each returned to our place of practice." Qingxu smiled and nodded, "We learned a lot from this trip, and everyone is eager to go back to retreat for meditation. It's a pity that many of our colleagues were unable to go back.
Stay in Yulong Mountain."
The Heavenly Master hummed. During the journey of cultivating Taoism, practitioners have already lost sight of life and death, but it is still difficult to let go of the death of someone close to them.
"Although Mingguang was not killed by my intention, he died in my hands after all... Alas, Qingxu, I...may not be able to pass this test, and it will be difficult for me to make any progress in my future practice."
"How can the Heavenly Master be discouraged? Mingguang knows the inside story and will never blame..."
Qingxu had just finished speaking when Zhang Shuangbai waved his hand and interrupted, "Even if Mingguang knows the inside story, I still feel guilty in my heart. I'm afraid I won't be able to achieve the state of unity between man and nature."
The Heavenly Master huddled in his white robe, and his energy seemed sluggish compared to before. "What we can do now is to find out where Yiren is as soon as possible, otherwise she will come back again, and we will learn from the past and it will be difficult to deal with her."
Qingxu looked at his appearance and felt worried in his heart: "But Tianshi has read so many books these days, but he has gained nothing. I am afraid that there is no record of the Taoist treasure in Tianshi's mansion."
"If there is no record of this in Tianshi Mansion, then there is even less in the Book of Heaven." Zhang Shuangbai stood up with his knees supported, moved a few times, his dejection was swept away, and he said with a smile: "Tianshi Mansion still has
There are many books in the collection, but I can only read less than half of them, so how can I give up halfway."
After saying that, he walked to the untouched bookshelf far away and picked up regional records about folk customs and customs, piling them up in a thick pile.
The old man immediately smiled and said: "With this little book, I can finish it in a quarter of an hour."
"I will look for it with the Heavenly Master."
Qingxu divided most of it and put it at his feet. He used the method Zhang Shuangbai had just used to read the book, holding the book in each hand and scanning the contents back and forth with his eyes.
Zhang Shuangbai sat down with a smile, picked up the book and started reading together. While reading, he asked: "What's the news from the court? Who has ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor?"
"I don't know about this yet. The news came from Master Minghui's nephew in Luodu. The kings were fighting overtly and covertly. They fought several times outside the city. For a while, the winner could not be determined. Everyone in the world was worried.
In pursuit of profit, we are the only ones doing things that are invisible to them."
The Heavenly Master put down a book and laughed: "You said that everyone in the world is chasing profit, how can we be an exception? If Narenren didn't want to cut off the spiritual veins of the people in the world, where would there be so many practitioners?
Want to beg her together? Speaking of which, we are just profit-seeking people. Is there anything else?"
"The Chengyun Gate of Cangyu Mountain has been pecking at Yan Pass to be wary of the Yuejie people, and fought two groups of Yuejie priests twice."
Since Mingguang's death, all the information that he originally compiled and reported has fallen on Qingxu. When he heard about the Yuejie people, he thought about the enemy's invasion to the south a few years ago, and wished he could send his disciples to help Chengyunmen invade together.
The grasslands were brutally slaughtered to make the barbarians understand the meaning of physical pain.
"Tianshi, Yunlong has passed away, but... I am afraid that he is weak and weak, so I want to bring a group of disciples over there to guard Chengyun Sect."
Opposite, the Heavenly Master stared at him for a while, and continued to flip through the book. Qingxu over there thought that the Heavenly Master disagreed, so he stopped talking and continued to search for the contents of the book.
At this time, Zhang Shuangbai's voice sounded.
"Let's go... The battle with Yuejie Priest before was still indecisive. This time we will win better."