The old Taoist who came out this time is different from the old Taoist just now. The biggest difference is that I was the only one who saw the man just now, but this time, all the tourists saw it. It is precisely because of this that all the tourists saw it. The way people look at me has changed.
In the eyes of ordinary people, these masters of the Tianshi Mansion wearing Taoist robes are definitely already gods and heroes who hold up the heavens. So many people came out to greet me, who was just a "crazy person" in their eyes. How could they not let them down? Eyes falling to the ground?
What's more, I saw that the fat man wearing glasses just now was trembling with his whole body. I saw that he looked like he was either a corrupt official or a profiteer, and I felt funny in my heart. The more such a person is, the more he is obsessed with gods. Awe, if you have done something wrong, you are not only afraid of the kid knocking on the door in the middle of the night? Who doesn't know that there is a god three feet above your head?
The Taoist asked who was Zhao Sanliang. I would definitely not hide my head and tail about such a sensational thing, so he pretended to be a noble person and said, "That's right."
The old Taoist priest's face was covered with sweat, and he looked at me with a frightened look. He made an invitation gesture to me and said: "I would also like to invite a few friends to come in and have a talk. The poor Taoist has prepared fragrant tea."
I was excited and puzzled at the same time. I was excited because it felt really good, but I was depressed because what was this old Taoist doing? My only impression of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain came from a incomplete unofficial history that I accidentally saw when I was a child. , this unofficial history was burned in half as a remnant of feudal culture when the Four Olds were destroyed. It is probably the only one on this earth. Moreover, this allusion was mentioned in my last book, but I did not take care of it. New book friends, let’s play the old tune again.
That was when the great man climbed Mount Longhu. At that time, the real person in charge and the Taoist priests stood at the foot of the mountain to greet him, saying long live, long live, long live, long live.
Later, the great man really achieved great success and became the uncrowned king.
It was this cause and effect that saved Longhushan Taoist Temple from a disaster during the destruction of the four olds.
Decades later, another old man who drew circles in the South China Sea, who knew that thousands of people were welcoming him, was equally domineering and wanted to climb the mountain to compete with that man. However, he was still greeted by thousands of immortals, but he shouted: A thousand years old, a thousand years old, the old man walked away on the spot. With his strength and prestige, he never dared to climb to the top in his life.
Therefore, I have been in special awe of Longhu Mountain since I was a child. Compared with Wudang Mountain, another ancestral home of Taoism, it is much more transcendent. It is a truly unpredictable immortal style. Longhu Mountain has been closely related to political power in history. They are inextricably linked, making them even more mysterious.
So I wonder, maybe my brother is also a great man who was ordered by heaven, otherwise how can he enjoy this kind of treatment?
Qin Pei and I followed the old Taoist priest into the Tianshi Mansion. Instead of going to the various courtyards, we bypassed the main building and passed through a winding path to a small courtyard with two Taoist priests on duty at the door.
It turns out that there is another cave here. If my guess is correct, this place should be equivalent to the VIP of an outside hotel. This makes me even more depressed. Is what I guessed true?
The old Taoist stood at the door, made an invitation gesture to me, and said: "I would like to invite you, my friends."
I returned the gift and said with a smile: Master, that's a great courtesy. I'm just an ordinary person who comes to seek medical treatment, so I don't need to be so polite.
But the old Taoists were still very respectful to me. I also felt that there was no point in standing at the door and letting me go. These old antiques were very particular about entering the door, serving tea, and the order of seats. The same is true for officialdom in the secular world, but I
I've only heard of this five-pocket guy, but where have I studied it? I just pretended to be confused and went in.
As soon as I entered the door, I happened to be met by a very imposing man in a suit. Next to him were two old Taoist priests with the same gray hair, who were talking about something.
When we were about to pass each other, the man in a suit glanced at me, stopped talking to the old Taoist priest, and looked at the old Taoist who was guiding me. He bowed respectfully and asked in a slightly questioning tone: Master Zhang Tian,
Who is this?
The old Taoist who guided me returned the favor and said: In the vast world, it is like passing clouds, but in the Tianshi Mansion, there are friends coming from far away.
The man in the suit looked at me again, said "Oh" with interest, and left.
After he left, I got rid of his strong aura. I didn't know if I was worthless because of the cold sweat, which almost wet my whole body. The man in the suit just now, if I hadn't looked at him,
If you look at it, he is a person who often appears on the 7pm news broadcast.
I almost trembled all over and asked the old Taoist: Master?
The old Taoist laughed and said: Ordinary people just perform their duties, don't worry about it.
I lost my mind for a while, and felt the urge to come and practice immortality. This freedom and detachment are really a model for me!
If I still had an indifferent attitude towards the old Taoist priest just now, it has now turned into true reverence. This is not the worship of immortals, but the real oppression of power. Maybe this is the true meaning of Longhu Mountain and Wudang Mountain.
The difference lies in.
I followed the old Taoist priest into an antique room. I couldn't recognize what kind of tea I was drinking. I just felt it was refreshing and sweet. After chatting with the old Taoist priest for a few words, I wanted to bring the topic to Qin Pei.
, although I enjoy this kind of courtesy that is even higher than that of men in suits, but after all, I am not here for this kind of vanity or future, but for my woman's strange illness.
When I said it, the old Taoist didn't answer my words, but asked me with bright eyes: My friend Sanliang, what did you see outside Tianshi's Mansion just now?
I frowned and said: I looked at an old immortal wearing a coarse preaching robe. I could see it, but outsiders couldn't.
The old Taoist's eyes were wet, and he asked me almost tremblingly: What does the old immortal look like? Where did he go?
I didn't know what was going on, because I felt that since he was a mountain cultivator, he must have known each other. As for making such a fuss? He described the appearance of the old Taoist and explained that in the end, the old god summoned the crane with one hand and stepped on the east side of the crane.
Go away.
The old Taoist burst into tears, knelt at the door, and sobbed: Master, are you still complaining about me and refusing to meet me? Are you really not going to take another step into the Tianshi Mansion?
Qin Pei and I looked at each other in confusion, but at this time Qin Pei's eyes when he looked at me were full of other things, including hope, surprise, and even fascination.
Is there any woman who doesn’t like to see her man giving her a face?
The old Taoist priest cried twice, maybe because he felt he was losing his temper. He stood up and smiled apologetically at the two of us: I'm sorry, I haven't seen Master for a long time. My little friend Sanliang, I have to ask you to do something. If I meet you,
When you get to the master, please tell him that you are aware of your mistake.
At this time, I was quite puzzled about the relationship between these two old men, and I didn’t know whether it was appropriate to ask about them. But there was one question I absolutely had to ask, and that was how did this old Taoist priest know my name and run over to pick it up with such fanfare?
I.
After I asked this question, the old Taoist priest smiled and said: Today I was preaching in the Tianshi Temple. At that time, the statue of the Patriarch enshrined in the temple suddenly began to speak, saying, the noble Zhao Sanliang is coming to the door, hurry up and greet him.
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I was stunned and said: What! Statue of the Patriarch?!
The old Taoist priest waved his hands and said: "Little friend Sanliang, you are not more panicked. That is not the founder himself. You can tell it is the master by the sound of his voice. When I went out to pick you up just now, when I heard your condition at the door, I knew that it was the master who was out of body."
When I came here, I saw only destined people.
Qin Pei was also confused by this series of situations and asked: What is out of body? What does it mean for the soul to go out of body?
The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and nodded and said: Exactly, Master's cultivation is unfathomable. If it weren't for the changes in the world, he would have achieved immortality and ranked among the immortals long ago. I know that my friend is confused about my relationship with Master. Speaking of which,
Ashamed, it has been eighty years since I was accepted as a disciple by Master as a child. In the first thirty years, my cultivation was smooth, but in the last fifty years, I have not made any progress. Master said that my Taoist mind was unstable and my Taoism was not stable.
It’s natural but it can’t come naturally, so why bother cultivating immortality?
Previously, when I was young, I was greedy for worldly glory and power, which made Master even more angry. After decades of separation, Master is as airy as he was eighty years ago, but I, who thought I was smart back then, have lost all my time.
The worldly glory has passed away, and it is clear who is right and who is wrong. To be honest, I am still alive today just to see Master and personally apologize and say that I was wrong.
The old Taoist priest seemed a little lost when he said this. After saying goodbye in a hurry, he closed the door and left.
Qin Pei and I were left in the room to digest what happened today, but there was nothing to think about. Everything was done intentionally by the old Taoist priest who had lived for more than 800 years. But the interesting thing is that this old Taoist priest
Of course I can understand what he meant by his disciple. In fact, this is the same as the contemporary abbot of Shaolin Temple. They are commercializing and profiting the once pure faith and religious holy land.
These things seem understandable, but they are contrary to the ideas of religion itself. We ordinary people cannot judge whether this is right or wrong, because no one can deny that the influence of Shaolin Temple has expanded many times under Shi Yongxin's operation.
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Which one is more valuable, the economic value or the concept that may not exist? This is a matter of opinion, and I am not in the position to judge. It’s just that the regret of the old Taoist priest makes me feel very uncomfortable. No matter how I do it,
He said that he is also an old man. He is crying like that at a very old age. He is really sweet-tempered.
I don’t know how Shi Yongxin will face the Buddha one day.
After dark, the old Taoist priest even sent people to bring vegetarian food. They didn't even ask if Qin Pei and I were husband and wife, and just assigned us to a room. Fortunately, we didn't make any mistakes. Mountain climbing is a problem.
It was physical work, but remembering the agreement we made with the old Taoist priest, Qin Pei and I didn't feel sleepy. However, although this was a VIP room, there was no Internet or TV. The long wait made us both not want to sleep, but we fell asleep on the table.
Down.
I don't know what time it was in the morning, but I heard the cry of a crane. I pulled Qin Pei up and went out. When I saw a crane standing at the door, it nodded to me.