Chapter 1,130 There is a question that does not need to be answered
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Lu Yan was the first to say goodbye, and Chen Ping'an wished this Chunyang Master, who is known as the number one golden elixir, good luck in his experience.
Master Chen Shan also said some auspicious words, hoping that the senior Taoist heart would be as perfect as the fifteenth month.
Feng Xuetao was puzzled. It is common sense that the moon waxes and wanes. It is logical to say that when it is full, it will lose its weight. Is this a good saying?
Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and could only explain to the ignorant Brother Feng from his heart. As the saying goes, the moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round.
Feng Xuetao was speechless for a moment. Master Chen Shanzhu indeed had unique knowledge in speaking.
Chen Ping'an went to see Xing Yun and Liu Shui, two local sword cultivators from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and chatted about the customs and customs of the wild side. Cui Dongshan was a buttless man, so he immediately pulled Feng Xuetao off the Tongyin Ferry and asked the ascendant Are you interested in finding a job with the Qingping Sword Sect? Just think of it as doing your brothers a favor. Now that you are in love and drinking is enough, let's not talk about money, so as not to hurt the brotherhood. Feng Xuetao is already here Jiang Shangzhen suffered a big loss, but he just refused to shirk. Besides, he really didn't feel that he and Cui Zongzhu were on the same side.
Next, walking in the brightly lit streets and alleys, the boy in white dropped his sleeves and made a crackling sound.
Pei Qian cleared the wine table and went back to his room to practice walking in silence.
Master Huolong found the girl in the mink hat who was alone, and asked straight to the point with a smile, "May I ask fellow Taoist Bai Jing, what kind of scenery does it look like when you look at the sky and the earth?"
Xie Gou curled his lips and said, "Nothing fancy."
Master Huolong was stunned for a moment before he remembered that this phrase seemed to be the dialect of the small town in Chen Ping'an. He was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "Only those who have met before are qualified to say such things." Xie Gou stretched out his hands and tugged. Diao Mao, "You all think that my aptitude for cultivating is very good. In fact, I think it is average and not very outstanding. I just took advantage of it. I was born early and I was lucky enough to meet many old people." The characters on page seem to be "sravakas" in the narrow sense according to Buddhism? That's right, right? I have roughly calculated that I have met, asked for advice in person, discussed with each other, and lost in fights. There are almost a hundred of them. Who are these ancient Taoist priests? If you put any of these ancient Taoist priests in today's world, they would not be top-notch figures. In the past, I always ignored these things and just thought they were ordinary. When I came here, I often wandered at the foot of the mountain. Seeing the Taoist priests again, I was miserable in practice. Live or die
To clear up the confusion, I will..."
Master Huolong waited patiently for the next sentence. Xie Gou rubbed his red cheeks and held it in for a long time before giving an explanation, "I want to cry."
When Master Huolong heard this, he suddenly laughed heartily, agreed deeply, and even said a few good words. Xie Gou had a melancholy look on his face, "Mr. Zhu is a critical friend. He criticized me very rudely, saying that I was born by chance." At that time, I had been cultivating the Tao for many tribulations, and I was lucky and always had near misses. It seemed that I had been slowly accumulating my Tao power. However, I did not know my original intention. As my state advanced, I retreated from the Tao intention, so I only achieved small results. There is still a long way to go before I am familiar with the Taoism. So I went out to relax a while ago and went to Shiwanda Mountain. The old blind man’s opinion of me was different from Mr. Zhu’s.
not much."
Master Huolong laughed dumbly, "Mr. Zhu?"
The martial artist Zhu Lian from the Lotus Flower Blessed Land? It is true that he is a rare and wonderful person, but in Xie Gou's side, Zhu Lian will never grow old no matter what, right?
Xie Gou glanced at the old man and said, "In my eyes, you are also very old."
Master Huolong stroked his beard and smiled. He said this in a very down-to-earth manner, which made people feel happy after listening to it.
Xie Gou regards Feng Xuetao, whose Taoist name is Qingmi, as a junior among the juniors. Even Lu Yan, whose Taoist name is Chunyang, is at most a peer on the path of cultivation, and they can just call each other Taoist friends.
However, the old cook from the poor family and the old man next to him do have a strange ability that makes people think that they are the kind of elders they think of.
What they say is teaching, and they are telling you a few words of old wisdom from people who have experienced it. On this matter, even Chen Shanzhu, who likes to be reasonable, seems to be a bit unreasonable.
Master Huolong said with a smile: "The Sunset Landing was once the private domain of fellow Taoist, causing the Golden Crow to sleep soundly for thousands of years. It happened to be in Aquarius Continent. Fellow Taoist is so reasonable and willing to give in, which is quite unexpected."
If the rumors on the mountain are correct, it seems that Bai Jing leased this dojo to the Dali imperial court.
Xie Gou curled his lips, "First of all, the strong dragon will not suppress the local snake, and besides, our mountain master is about to become the Great Li National Master, why don't one family speak the same language as the other?"
But she quickly added, "If I fall into the wild world, it depends on whether I can speak well or not. No one will be able to act as a lobbyist, not even Mr. Bai!"
Master Huolong nodded and said, "Principal people like to hear honest words from honest people."
Even Jiang Shangzhen was very curious about Xie Gou's Taoist roots, and privately asked Chen Ping'an whether it was possible that Miss Xie was from the Shinto.
This kind of speculation is easy to understand. After all, Bai Jing's dojo is known to everyone on the top of the mountain. During a high-ranking day, she once imitated and opened up a fire palace as a shelter.
However, according to the inside story leaked by Qing Tong, Bai Jing's origin is indeed a demon clan on the earth, not a supernatural being from the ancient heaven. Because of Xiao Mo's relationship, Xie Gou and Chen Pingan chatted about the past in a casual manner, and she did not deny it. At first, he wanted to take possession of the great sun with a "better origin" as his own, and then he tried to imitate one of the ten tycoons in the ancient world.
Lan Qi, a female cultivator, refined this great sun into her natal object. However, she soon discovered that the great sun actually gave birth to spiritual wisdom, and the avenue manifested into a golden crow. Bai Jing changed her original intention and protected the path for her.
So when Xie Gou proposed to go to Haoran Tianxia, Bai Ze didn't stop him even though he knew that Manhuang would lose some of his top combat power. This was a very important reason.
It's not just as simple as Xie Gou looking for Xiao Mo. According to the rules of the wilderness, when it comes to the chance of a Taoist cultivator, all calculations of interests must make way for it.
What's more, Bai Jing is also a candidate sword cultivator in the Fourteenth Realm who Bai Ze has high hopes for.
Master Huolong smiled and said: "Really speaking, Pindao, fellow Taoist Bai Jing, and Master Chunyang are somewhat related to each other in the lineage of Taoism. It is very appropriate to call them fellow Taoists."
Xie Gou nodded vigorously, "In the future, the three of us will often visit each other. If we encounter a hard nail that pricks our hands, we will say hello to each other and keep a cloud-piercing arrow to meet us with thousands of troops, haha!"
Master Huolong touched his palm and said with a smile: "It's easy to talk." In the vast void outside the sky, there are countless big suns suspended, and each big sun is like a ferry, leading to the palace that was praised as the imperial palace by later Taoists. The first Danxiao Jiangque Huoyang Palace. Chunyang real person Lu Yan, the most famous person in history
He has taught fire techniques in this ancient ruins many times. Most of the people here who listened to the teachings humbly were noble ancient dragons.
Master Huolong asked abruptly, "It seems that fellow Taoist Bai Jing is very interested in Pei Qian?"
Xie Gou smiled awkwardly and said, "Forming cliques in the mountains is just like children playing house for fun."
Under the instigation of the white-haired boy, they all recognized Guo Zhujiu as the leader of the alliance, and established their own mountain with Pei Qian and his gang.
Master Huolong smiled, "Oh?"
Xie Gougan smiled and said: ""
Master Huolong changed the subject, "I don't know who was the first to use sweetness to describe sweet dreams. It's amazing."
Xie Gou understood it and she slept for thousands of years, while Huolong Zhenren also moved the world with his fame of sleeping.
In this complicated world, meeting a few people with simple ideas is like a good drinker meeting a fine wine.
Xie Gou grinned and said: "Old Master, if we had met on the road ten thousand years ago, we would have become good friends."
Master Huolong twisted his beard and said: "Same feeling."
Xie Gou said: "What is the old man going to do next?"
Master Huolong said with a smile: "Return to the wilderness, find a few who can really fight, and learn the Taoism from each other."
Because Chen Ping'an and Xie Gou did not deliberately hide their traces when they boarded the ship, the ears and eyes installed by Yunyan State on Yulindu did not dare to take it lightly and immediately informed the court.
No matter how small the territory of Yunyan Country is, there are still a handful of local Qigong practitioners. In the corridor on the top floor of a private house on the shore of the ferry, there is a group of boys and girls looking at the Tongyin Ferry in the distance. They have nothing to do on weekdays, just stare at the whole The news at Zuoyulindu is not only because I have nothing to do, but because I am afraid that the foreign immortal master will have a dispute with the local clan. I heard that the Minister of Rites is always on tenterhooks every day and has to go to the temple every now and then.
Fortunately, so far, there has not been any uncontrollable mess in the territory of Gyeonggi Province. The emperor and a large group of royal relatives are increasingly looking forward to someone coming here as a guest and meeting him. But it is fun to say, at first Your Majesty, the Emperor of Yunyan Kingdom, there is a golden elixir earthly immortal coming to the capital, and he must personally host a banquet to entertain him. After that, it is Yuanying. The golden elixir is not enough, and after that, it becomes the Jade Pu of the upper five realms. Now Even
Even when he heard that there was an immortal coming, His Majesty the Emperor seemed not to be interested. After all, he had even met the Ascension Realm named Qingmi.
There was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes sitting cross-legged, sword across his knees, frowning and asking: "Is it him?"
Next to her was a slender girl with a cold face. She looked up at the ferry and reassured, "It's hard to say." They had received a confidential message from the Ministry of Justice of the imperial court before. The head of the Qingping Sword Sect came to Tongyezhou in person, and Mi Dajianxian soon arrived.
He made a great contribution and found those few remnants of the wild monster clan who killed innocent people indiscriminately, and the turmoil of Dadu was
The excavation can finally proceed smoothly. Without this key clue, none of them would associate the man in green shirt next to the girl with the mink hat with the legendary young hidden official.
The young man is the only local sword cultivator in Yunyan Country, and it is inevitable that he is a little complacent in his spiritual state of mind. Now that his horizons have opened up, he feels that the pressure has increased sharply, and he has become taciturn on weekdays.
The streets of the capital were full of strange people, who once thought that the earthly immortal they pursued their whole life was nothing. This made the young swordsman seem to be practicing silent meditation recently.
If Tongyezhou was still the same Tongyezhou a few decades ago, given his Taoist qualifications and sword cultivator status, if nothing else happened, he should have gone to a certain sect to further his studies.
The young man was in a gloomy mood and said in a low voice: "Those accomplished monks, when they pass by our Yunyan Country, will it be like passing by an ant nest for people like them?"
In the past, information was limited in Tongyezhou, and the Qi Refiners often had their eyes above their heads and were not interested in the outside world at all. Now that things have changed, they cannot help but keep their doors closed and feel arrogant. When the girl heard this, she was stunned and cast her gaze towards the Yulindu ferry.
He took it back and said softly: "Zhong Cui, whether it is those sects from other places or the land gods who travel here under pseudonyms, in the face of these unattainable behemoths, we
Just keep it at a respectful distance.
The young man named Zhong Cui murmured: "It's easy to ask the gods but hard to send them away."
Because he doesn't quite believe that the Qingping Sword Sect is a mountain sect that opens a charity hall. Are there really such people in the world who care so much about the quality of the world outside themselves?
I am afraid that one day, the Qingping Sword Sect will gain a firm foothold in Tongye Continent, and all the countries along the coast of Dadu will become puppets of that fairy mansion.
A martial artist climbed over the wall and reached the top floor. On the way, he bought a jar of barley wine from a time-honored shop. He climbed over the railing. The middle-aged martial artist's face was somewhat similar to that of the young man in the corridor.
The girl covered her mouth and smiled sweetly, "Uncle Zhong, you drove away another illegal cruise ship. I saw it. He was very heroic."
The man laughed and said, "Girl Cai, not only that, I also met two strangers on the Tongyin ship and made an appointment to drink."
A tall young man who was taking a nap against the wall quickly asked: "It's not the man in the green shirt, is it? Did he tell you his identity? Is his surname Chen?"
The man boasted and didn't draft a draft. He said seriously: "We just want to have a drink with each other because we cherish each other. We don't need to know our names."
On the other side of the roof, a young man in white clothes was lying with his legs crossed. Feng Xuetao was speechless. He came here to drink the northwest wind and listen to a few children complaining. What was the point?
The young man regretted and said, "It's a pity. If it were really that person and we got involved again, Uncle Zhong, you would be rich."
The man chuckled and said: "Young people should not always think that they will be successful if they meet a noble person."
After slapping the young man on the forehead, the man joked, "You brat, do you know that in the eyes of those rich and powerful 'nobles', you guys have prices stuck on your foreheads?"
On the other side of the roof, Feng Xuetao smiled and said, "That's a bit too much to say."
Cui Dongshan, who rested his head on the back of his hand, swayed his legs and said, "He is a well-informed and reasonable person."
Feng Xuetao asked: "Who does Cui Zongzhu have in mind to win over?"
The Qingping Sword Sect is different from the Luopo Mountain. The latter announced that it would close the mountain for twenty years and clearly did not want to increase its momentum. On the other hand, on the Xiazong side, Cui Dongshan has been recruiting troops.
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Brother Feng, don't always think of me as snobbish. I just enjoy the moon with like-minded friends." Cui Dongshan explained: "I am just a transitional sect master. I only need to be responsible for laying a good foundation and building a good relationship."
It’s a good framework, but some gaps are deliberately left, so you don’t have to worry about making up the numbers. Qingping Sword Sect will definitely hand it over to Junior Brother Cao in the future.
At hand, when Cao Qinglang takes over, he will have something to do, at least he won't have to tie his hands and follow suit."
Feng Xuetao nodded, "If Qingping Sword Sect is too Cui's style, Cao Qinglang will be in trouble."
Cui Dongshan hummed, "That's a bit too much to say."
Feng Xuetao was helpless.
On the other side of the corridor, although they felt that what the man said was reasonable, they were always unconvinced.
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, the moon waxes and wanes, and the young people are young.
There is no night ban in the capital. Young people with money in their pockets and energy, as well as spiritual practitioners who are full of energy, are often night owls.
Many shops temporarily hire assistants to take care of the shop for the sake of business, which means they can earn twice a day, so why not do it.
A pair of Taoist monks who had become a couple halfway through also came to the capital of Yunyan Kingdom. The man was as white as a sheet of paper and had a fierce appearance. He was accompanied by a fair-skinned woman with an exquisite figure. They were just hanging out and gained a lot of knowledge and rationality.
It's hard to say that you can't travel all over the world, but you can indeed travel all over the world if you have money. They got a lot of unexpected wealth before, and their original intention of living under the shelter of others faded away, so they did not go to the mountain god's mansion to seek life. They are Fan Tong and Xie Sanniang
, along the way, I also heard about several major events far away, such as a certain Great Sword Immortal named Mi from the Great Wall of Sword Qi who took action and found out those monster beasts who were making trouble and smashing talismans. Another example is Jade
Gui
Zong Duo has a heavenly figure to worship, named Qingmi, an old immortal in the Ascension Realm!
Naturally, Fan Tong and Xie Sanniang didn't know that the culprits who almost stopped the Dadu excavation work were the group of young men and women they met in the dilapidated temple.
As for the swordsman named Mi and who he was, Fan Tong asked. It was probably because others saw that he did not look like a kind person, so they ignored him at all.
Fan Tong really wanted to find an Xianjia inn or shop on Yulindu, and ask the immortal master if he recognized a person named "Chen Ping'an", or buy a few Shandi newspapers to see if there was any chance.
Really found that name.
In the end, the woman gave up the idea by saying, "Well, you have money." Fan Tong actually did have private money, but he didn't need to reveal it out of curiosity.
They stayed in an ordinary inn in the capital.
When I was walking on the shore of the ferry earlier, I saw a moored ferry. It was the largest in size, and there were always some young and beautiful fairies pointing at it. The warblers and swallows gathered together were all fairy fairies with genealogies.
Fan Tong, a hot-blooded old man, of course failed to control his eyes, so he was pinched and pinched again and again by the angry woman. The pain made the man sweat, and the pain returned.
It hurts and taking care of it are two different things.
Fan Tong believed that Master Chen would be in a similar situation if he traveled with them.
I just don’t know if Master Chen Xian, who claims to be the Sword Immortal, would be frightened if he met Mi Da Sword Immortal, who is being talked about a lot now, and had the chance to have a few words face to face.
Tonight, the couple went out of the city again and came to Yulindu to eat out in a restaurant. This kind of expense was numerous, and they had saved a few snow coins before.
In the past, women liked to visit all kinds of rouge and gouache shops, but here it became even more exaggerated. Fan Tong was surprised. She picked and picked and didn't buy. How could she be happy?
Xie Sanniang chose a fly restaurant and planned to eat hot pot.
As soon as Fan Tong sat down, the boss began to worry about whether the couple would be freeloaders. But he thought again, the government is so tough now, isn't it?
The people at the next table were people who came down from the mountain. Although they didn't use their innermost words, the content of their conversation was all about the fairy family.
However, Fan Tong knew very well that the reason for this was that they had several ordinary women with heavy makeup and jewels around them.
When those women saw Fan Tong, who looked like a wanted criminal, they felt a little disdainful. Looking at Xie Sanniang next to the fierce-looking man, their eyes had a meaning that only women could understand.
Xie Sanniang looked proud, I am now a decent and decent woman, what about you, you can make money by going to bed, right?
How did Fan Tong know that there was an undercurrent here, and there was more interest in the slightly suspicious chatting content of the genealogy monks. They were explaining some of the inside stories of the Immortal Family to the women, about the Qi Refiners in the mountains.
There are three, six or nine levels of travel attire. The first type is those who can tame fairy birds and animals as mounts, either because they have good luck, or they have a strong enough background and are rewarded by their masters and elders. The second type is
There is an expensive talisman boat. This kind of fairy treasure cannot be afforded casually. The third type is even more exaggerated. You can own one.
The private ferry that Liao Tianbian spends all the time eating money from the gods...
Xie Sanniang tapped the man next to her with her elbow and raised her brows. Fan Tong laughed and said that these three kinds of immortal styles were beyond her reach and she had to find a good sleeping position in her dreams.
All the women looked directly at a young man who was drinking slowly. He was the only one at the table without a female companion.
The eloquent man changed the topic and said that Mr. Hong has a talisman treasure boat from the Patriarch Hall to congratulate him on entering the cave realm.
The young man surnamed Hong smiled lightly, took a sip of his drink, and said that his meager Taoist skills were nothing at all. Compared with a true Taoist genius, he was far behind.
The more self-effacing he is, the hotter the eyes of the women at the table become.
The man who was willing to serve as a helper for the man surnamed Hong continued: "The most outrageous thing is, of course, that I have a private ferry."
While eating hot pot, Xie Sanniang secretly rolled her eyes from time to time. Fan Tong just felt that this barley tasted soft and not strong enough.
At this moment, out of the corner of her eye, the woman spotted a familiar figure at the door. She quickly stood up and saw that the man next to her was still devouring the food, so she kicked her.
Fan Tong looked up blankly, and the man's smile suddenly brightened. He was reunited with Master Chen Xian here.
Chen Ping'an sat on the bench opposite them with a smile, "Shamelessly let's eat and drink together. You treat me, I'll pay the bill."
Fan Tong wiped his mouth. After all, he was a fastidious person who had never read a book. "This is so embarrassing."
Xie Sanniang smiled charmingly and said, "Why are we so polite to Master Chen Xian?"
Fan Tong plucked up the courage and asked: "Master Chen Xian, I would like to ask, which profession do you belong to?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "If you do well, you will be the number one scholar."
Fan Tong blushed. The woman couldn't help laughing.
She actually wanted to pick up food for Chen Ping'an and help scald the food in the hot pot, but she hesitated and decided not to do it. It wasn't flattering.
A pair of bowls and chopsticks were placed on the table, and Chen Ping'an didn't say much. He just buried his head in eating. The old rule is that hot pot comes with wine. I have everything in the world.
Just when they heard the name "Master Chen", the table next to him glanced at the man in green shirt, but they just glanced at him.
Fan Tong lowered his voice and asked, "What is Master Chen Xian doing here?"
Chen Pingan picked up the wine bowl, clinked it with the couple, and drank it all in one gulp. Chen Pingan first took out a few pieces of tripe from the pot with a spoon, and put them on the couple's plates respectively.
Then he explained with a smile: "I happen to have an acquaintance here, busy with some small things."
Fan Tong said oh, but didn't take it seriously.
The woman stared blankly at the tripe on the plate. When she came to her senses, she turned around and told the boss to buy another pound of barley wine.
In the alley outside, His Majesty the Emperor of the Yunyan Kingdom, who had hurried out of the palace for a private visit in disguise, stood at the corner of the wall holding his breath and concentrating patiently.
On the other side of the Tongyin ferry, Xie Gou had her hands on her hips, feeling proud. She was even more looking forward to Xiao Mo's return home.
When the owner of the mountain said that he was going to meet two friends, Xie Gou asked him to wait for a while and said that he had something to ask for and that he could get involved in learning.
When it comes to studying, Chen Pingan has always believed that a good memory is worse than a bad pen since he was a boy. Along the way, he has been writing manuscripts describing various landscapes, urban customs and architectural construction systems.
Perhaps because of being infected by Master Chen, or maybe just looking for some fun, the girl in the mink hat would follow suit. During a break along the way, she would take out a booklet, turn her back to Chen Pingan, and often write and draw.
Chen Ping'an never asked about this matter, but occasionally saw Xie Gou scratching his head and ears secretly, which he found interesting. If it was a spiritual practice, Xie Gou would not be so entangled.
At that time, Xie Gou rubbed his mink hat, showing a rare shy look, and asked tentatively: "Mountain Master, I heard that you have the habit of writing landscape travel notes?"
Chen Ping'an immediately became vigilant. He couldn't hide something on his mountaintop, so he led an army instead, "Speak directly if you have something to say, don't beat around the bush, and don't imitate Cui Dongshan."
Xie Gou said in a low voice: "Ha, isn't it true that I am thinking of all the wise people? I have traveled through great rivers and mountains, and I just want to record them so that I can talk to Xiao Mo."
"Hey, isn't there a saying in the book that it's called immersing yourself in the scene, describing the physical state, describing the scene, and making it lifelike, so I thought I'd ask the mountain master to help polish it up."
The old blind man, who had studied so much at the beginning, could not refine a single natal character. No wonder he would give our mountain master extra favor.
Chen Ping'an was slightly confused and said "Oh". He became interested as soon as he heard this, "Can you take a look at the manuscript?"
Xie Gou took out a booklet from his sleeve, held it up with both hands, and raised it above his head, "Show your ugliness, show your ugliness."
Chen Ping'an took the booklet and opened it. The characters were quite large and could not be written on a page. It was good that he could avoid pretending to read carefully.
On such and such a day, I left a certain city. I didn't know how many miles I walked, but I saw a high mountain. It was really high. When I reached the top of the mountain, when I looked at the town, I felt it was so small.
Such a large sea of clouds, snow-white, like cotton... Beside a certain temple, there is a tree I don't know what it is called. It looks like it is really not young, and it is about to become a spirit.
One day I passed by a dilapidated inn and found several limericks written on the wall. They are transcribed as follows...
Xie Gou asked softly: "Mountain Master, how do you feel after seeing it?"
Chen Ping'an looked calm, but his mind was changing rapidly, and he finally managed to say, "The writing is relatively simple."
I wanted to add a "crude and cute" statement, but I really couldn't say it. It was too unconscionable. I couldn't just tell lies just to avoid pouring cold water on Xie Gou and discourage her enthusiasm in writing and speaking.
Xie Gou nodded to himself and said: "Sure enough, the writer is like a person. Even if he crushes the pen barrel, he still can't fiddle with those fancy contents."
Chen Ping'an ignored these words and asked: "Why is it so and so day and so and so place in this article?"
Xie Gou widened his eyes and said, "Do you need to write down the date and location one by one? I don't want to make money from this engraving, so I just want to write it concisely and only the key points."
Chen Pingan tried his best to keep smiling, "The important points are all very important."
Xie Gou asked tentatively: "There is still room for improvement, right?"
Chen Ping'an had no choice but to sit on the floor, take out a pen and paper from his bag, and help polish the text on the spot, "A few modifications, okay?"
Xie Gou smiled and said: "Just write whatever you want. The only purpose is for the mountain master to write about me and this trip as well as possible."
She squatted aside and saw that the mountain master only thought about it for a moment, and then started writing quickly. The sentence started with the phrase "I am good at traveling." When the girl in the mink hat saw this, she nodded gently, which won my heart.
The main reason is that the content is also very simple. It seems that the talents of the mountain master and I are equally matched, so there is no need to pay for writing. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I went down the mountain with my friends, wearing straw hats and straw sandals, asking questions with a strong heart.
The water was misty, and the parade was free. Twenty miles later, after crossing the border of Qingping Prefecture, the boundary monuments beside the road collapsed, and the mountains and rivers of the continent were submerged. In the past twenty years, floods, droughts, locust plagues, and wars in various countries have continued one after another. The lives of the people at the foot of the mountain are like a piece of grass.
It is hard to say that there is peace in the mountains. More than twenty years have passed by in an instant, like stone fire and lightning. How dare we not cherish Taoism and accumulate Taoism power. The people's livelihood in Fuzhong City is in decline, the streets are deserted, and the people walking on the streets have many faces.
, ten miles out of the city, rest at a small post. For thirty miles, walk along the lakeshore, surrounded by willows, walk in the green shade, cross the boundary ridge, climb the mountain along the Shinto, the Taoist temple in the mountain is decaying, go inside and light a fire by the stove, and climb to the top after dinner to look out
, seeing the vast lake and the ocean, Qingping Mansion was right in front of my eyes, and suddenly the wind and clouds surged, and the clouds disappeared. I think back to those days, walking was very difficult, often not seeing human fireworks, seeing jackals, tigers, leopards, strange birds and animals, and terrifying mountain spirits and water monsters.
Waiting has become a common thing. In the early morning of the third day of the lunar month, I hiked down the mountain for more than a hundred miles, stopped at Yangjiapu, took a short rest, bought dry food, and spent eight cents of my money. When I crossed the Xianqiao Bridge, it rained heavily and the road was muddy.
Li, when we arrived at Mute Beach, the rain stopped and the sky cleared. We took a boat at night. The passengers in the boat liked to talk about ghosts and ghosts, but they didn't know that the man holding the boat was the He Bo. After getting off the boat and traveling on land for eighty miles, we reached Huanghualong, with osmanthus trees growing along the road.
, It’s a pity that I am not here in autumn, and I meet several guests returning from paying incense to the mountain. There is no main peak in the mountain here, and everyone is respected. I went to the peak to meditate for a night, and saw the red sun rising into the sky, the river like a belt, and my mind was broad. On the fifth day of the lunar month, I arrived at Liuhe River.
Town, a local man pretending to be a soldier extorted 20 taels of silver. Seventy miles away, I saw a mountain. The mountain was majestic and unyielding. I walked with my friends along the stream in the mountain. There were countless fish swimming in the water. There was a small slope halfway up the mountain.
After that, the only way to climb the mountain was the Bird Path, which was extremely steep and steep. The steps were carved into the wall and winding up. There was almost no place to stand, so we could only walk facing the wall. On the way, we saw an ancient pine tree with an old trunk like an umbrella, and a group of monkeys shouting.
Jumping among the branches and leaves. Above the top is a flat land with a lake in the middle and several huts beside the reed swamps. They are all practitioners. Although their expressions are dull and their bodies are withered, their eyes are actually bright. I asked him,
He talked freely about the immortals, Buddhas and real people of the past dynasties in the mountain, and the miraculous and miraculous miracles, which were extremely detailed. He decided to compile a mountain chronicle. With the help of the moonlight, he stood on the cliff and looked at the scenery, and then he realized that the mountains, rivers and earth were all exposed, and the body of the Dharma King was completely revealed. On the seventh day of the lunar month, the sky was flying quickly, and again
Entering the mountain, there was the reading room of the founding emperor in ancient times, which has always been a hidden place for Gao Zhen. On the mountainside, the climate is like winter, and many beautiful and historic sites are buried in the snow, which is a pity that they cannot be seen. On the ninth day of the lunar month, I passed the battlefield site and found it on a small hillside.
I saw a Taoist with a high crown sitting on a futon with his eyes closed. There were two streaks of white hair on his nose, which were connected with the clouds and mist.
The words came out again and again. The Taoist had a kind heart. When he was leaving, he repeatedly warned us, those of us who are studying the Tao, to stay away when we see desires, like being caught by hay, and we must avoid fire when it comes.
If you sweat, you can gradually recover. You must devote yourself to the Tao, practice hard, and never be distracted by fame and fortune. Remember this. On the twelfth day, the sun is scorching, just like the scorching summer season. Go to the mountains to escape the summer heat. The mountains are thick with bamboos and cypresses, and they are green.
Covering Tianguan, on the way, I heard the sound of evening drums in the distance, and I knew there was a temple in it. There was an ancient temple built by the previous dynasty, but the incense had faded. There were two monks in the temple, both shaped like Arhats, and their Taoism was quite high. The products in the mountains were poor, and life was cold and hard.
It all depends on going down the mountain to recruit friends. The two monks are good at talking about the purity of Zen. Among the final Dharma, there is only one Pure Land, which is extremely stable and fast. On the 15th, on the official road, they met more than a hundred refugees migrating to other places, and they walked together for hundreds of years.
In the remaining 10 miles, we met a porridge shop and left. For 20 miles, the sky was dark and the day was like night. We had lunch at a wine shop on the border of the two counties. In the shop, we met a burly swordsman with a strong moral character. He invited his tablemates to drink and reminded him
Nowadays, there are so many thieves on the road, and they are constantly being killed, so we need to take a detour. The ranger claims that he is home from all over the world, and leads a thin and lame old horse to travel far away, with a lost figure. After sighing, when he was paying the bill, he found out that the ranger had falsely claimed his name.
My friend took the opportunity to run away on credit. I and my friend just looked at each other and smiled, not taking it seriously. On the 16th, when it was dark, I passed through the border and arrived at a county in another country. The market was prosperous, densely populated, and rich in products. It was completely different from what I had seen before.
There is a difference. I stayed at the Epiphyllum Temple in the city, and the master of the temple was very hospitable to the guests. He personally led the people to pay homage to the temples, and spoke sincerely. He said that delusion is like a sea born from water, and a desire to be born is like a fire starting a prairie fire. Taoists like us must not ignore this principle, and also said
A few ready-made words are the easiest to say but the hardest to do. I stayed in the city for one day and eighteen, and continued to travel far away, through mountains and rivers, stopping and walking. At the foot of an unknown mountain, I saw three young people.
, vowed never to return to his hometown until he became an immortal. Later, he saw a tadpole stele. The stone carvings were full of water, and the inscriptions were blurry. He stopped and copied it. A monk named Yunshui wrote an inscription here, feeling ashamed that he would never see it again in this life.
There are rocks standing abruptly like old monks on the top of the mountain. There were huts in ancient times, but now there is no grass. Only the historical well remains, and there are still green leek clusters beside it. A single peak stands out from the vast sea of clouds, the mainstay, like the mountains moving but the clouds do not move...
After Pei Qian finished walking the pile, he walked out of the house. Under the clear moonlight, he saw the Xie dog still standing at the bow of the boat, minding his own business and enjoying himself secretly.
Xie Gou looked back at the young woman and made a face at the latter. Pei Qian didn't take it seriously, just get used to it.
Xie Gou crept up to her, raised his hand as if drinking, and asked with a smile: "Pei Qian, let's talk while drinking? There are some things that it's time for you to know."
Pei Qian seemed to be deliberately evading the important points, with a puzzled look on his face, "Didn't we drink just now?"
Master Xie Gouxueshan sighed, "That's the second stall!"
Pei Qian shook his head and said, "No need." If Xie Gou wanted to say anything else, Pei Qian had already turned around and walked towards his house.
Talking to himself, mumbling, it's like talking drunkenly, no
If you get it at the right time, there will be dragons and snakes in the wild; if you get it at the right time, you will have great success in the world.
Xie Gou turned to look at the back and asked: "I have a question, you don't need to answer it. How have you been these past few years?" Pei Qian turned his head, and seemed to already have the answer in his bright eyes.
Needless to say, life was the best before I met Master. After meeting Master, it was the best.