The venerable old temple master of Fuqing Palace, whose beard and hair are both white, bent down to salute. Two middle-aged Taoist priests who were very famous in the entire Qingcheng Mountain, including dozens of miles below the mountain, were also extremely respectful and polite. The one who did not show his age
The Taoist was gentle and indifferent, and the girl beside the Taoist also had an expressionless face, looking up and staring at the opposite side, without any fear in her heart.
The younger Taoists in the temple all looked at each other, but did not dare to ask questions. They could only stare quietly, listen to their words, and guess in their hearts.
"Is Taoist Brother Guanghuazi still here?"
"Reporting to Brother Dao, the master has passed away."
"When did you die?"
"He died in the second year of Da'an."
"It's been the second year of Da'an, eight years."
"The second year of Da'an is also summer, almost eight years." Taoist Master Ying Feng replied.
"well……"
Although Song You had already made a guess, he still sighed.
Guang Huazi, the old temple master of Fuqing Palace, was an old acquaintance of his family. Before he came down the mountain, the only person in Fuqing Palace who could be called a familiar person was Guang Huazi.
Now there are two more, and the two young Taoist priests have become two middle-aged Taoists.
The world is a big dream, and there are several cool autumns in the world.
"The master was very peaceful when he left, without any pain or disaster. He also had a dinner. After the meal, he told us that his life was over and the messenger who came to invite him had arrived at the mountain gate. If we are wise, we can see him
Don't stop others from doing things impartially. It is not only rude, but also the ghost officials and spirits who come to the ghost city will blame you." Izumo Taoist priest said, "Then he asked us to go out. In a short time, we saw someone coming from the mountain gate.
We walked in through the wall and accompanied Master to leave. When we entered again, Master was sitting cross-legged on the futon, and only his body was left."
"That's not bad."
"My master has been practicing for many years and has his own way of doing things. He has never done anything wrong in his life. He has also defeated demons and eliminated demons for the people at the foot of the mountain. He will probably be an official in the underworld. When we go down, we may not be able to meet him again."
"Maybe……"
"Fellow Taoist, don't stand here anymore, please go inside." The current temple owner of Fuqing Palace said quickly.
"good."
The Taoist followed them inside.
The girl next to her was carrying a baby girl on her back, and a bay-red horse followed silently behind, with bells jingling around its neck.
The leader of the temple led the way, accompanied by two Taoist priests Ying Feng Chuyun, who couldn't help but turn around and look at the horse behind him.
It has a big head, short neck, strong body, wide chest, long mane, thick skin and thick hair. It is a rare Bei Yuan horse in Yizhou. However, it is shorter and thinner than the ordinary Bei Yuan horse, and has some congenital deficiencies.
It was the same horse that the two of them braved the cold wind and fog on a winter night to deliver in person.
The most common horses in Yizhou are the southwestern horses. Although they are good at climbing hills and ridges, they are short, not good at running, and are not as good as the Beiyuan horses. Their skins are not as good as those of the Beiyuan horses. At that time, the master expected that the Taoist brother in front of him was going to travel far, so he specially entrusted his connections with him.
I got it from a pilgrim I've known for many years. Although it has congenital defects, it's as good as it gets.
I never thought that this horse would follow the immortal for twenty years.
At the same time, the bay-red horse also tilted his head slightly and glanced at them, but he didn't know if he still remembered them.
The two looked at each other with complicated expressions.
Living in Qingcheng Mountain, in the Fuqing Palace, I often hear wind and rain legends floating around in the world. Fortunately, in the past few years, most of the legends were vague and different from each other. It was difficult to tell whether they were true or false, let alone others. The following few years
As the legend traveled farther and farther over the years, more and more legends were left behind. When these legends were brought together, they gradually eliminated differences while retaining similarities, and eliminated falsehoods while retaining truth, and they became increasingly clear and true.
Those legends are frightening and fascinating at the same time.
There is a horse in the legend...
This horse's blessing is indeed deeper than theirs.
…
As night falls, there is a dinner in the palace.
The smoked cured pork ribs were shiny with oil, the fish fillets cooked with vine peppers were very appetizing, the wild vegetables cooked in sour soup were also very appetizing, and the preserved egg and lean meat porridge was specially cooked for Xiao Jianghan, most of which was meat.
The Taoist people in this mountain are very good at cooking.
"Brother Taoist returned to Yizhou this time. It's the end of his travels. Are you going back to Yin Yang Mountain?" Taoist Master Ying Feng asked.
"Exactly."
"The Fairy Mountain in Lingquan County is finally about to open." Taoist Master Ying Feng said with emotion.
"Ever since Taoist brother traveled down the mountain, Taoist Master Duoxing closed the Fairy Mountain. I heard that people have been coming here since then, as far as the Western Regions, Hanzhou and Zhaozhou. I don't know where I heard the rumors, even in the past two years.
There are still people who go to Yinyang Mountain in Lingquan County to look for Taoist temples, but they can't find them." Taoist Master Izumo paused as he spoke, then sighed, "Later, Taoist Master Duoxing stopped even receiving us."
As soon as Director Izumo's voice stopped, Director Yingfeng's voice rang out again:
"When the Patriarch was still alive, he often said that he had not visited Fulong Temple in Yinyang Mountain for many years, and he did not know how good Taoist Duoxing was. He wanted to ask for advice on some questions, but could no longer find anyone to ask him.
Even after I passed away, I still couldn't fulfill my wish."
Empress Sanhua is feeding Xiao Jianghan.
The Taoist sat and listened carefully.
Those who specially go to Yinyang Mountain in Lingquan County to look for Taoist temples. If they are from Yizhou and surrounding areas, they have probably heard about the efficacious Taoist temples, or that the Taoists in the temples have abilities, strange things, etc. If they come from as far away as the Western Regions and
In Hanzhou, Zhaozhou and other places, most of the ancestors of Fulongguan once walked there and left some information. After many years, most of the legends in the world have been washed away and blurred. Only the descendants of those who experienced it will still remember it.
Remember, you will travel thousands of miles to find it.
As for what the two of them mean...
Song You also roughly heard it.
"My master liked to be alone in his later years, so he closed the mountain to no visitors. Now that we are back, the mountain gate will naturally be opened again." Song You said, and couldn't help but glance at Xiao Jiang Han beside him, who was feeding Xiao Jiang with a spoon.
Empress Sanhua, who was drinking porridge in the cold, said, "At least for the next few decades, Empress Sanhua and I will stay on Yin Yang Mountain. Since we are old friends, it is a rare fate that we should not break easily after so many years."
"In the spring of next year, Pindao will definitely come to visit you." Upon hearing this, the current patron quickly raised his hands and said.
"We are waiting for you."
Song You also returned the gift respectfully.
This is also one of the reasons why he came to Qingcheng Mountain.
He just told them that he had returned to the mountain and Yin Yang Mountain was about to open again. If he was still interested, he could come and visit.
It would be a pity if our old acquaintances and many years of fate were broken.
When Song You thought of this, he couldn't help but feel strange.
Twenty years ago, when I first came down from the mountain, although I came to Qingcheng Mountain to visit Fuqing Palace, part of the reason was to ask the Taoist priests from Fuqing Palace to help bring a letter back to the mountain and hand it to the master.
I don’t have much sense of the old friendship between my classmates. Even though I met Guang Huazi many times, I actually didn’t have much friendship. When I came here, I was still unfamiliar.
The Taoist who was quite aloof back then was now willing to take the initiative to maintain this friendship, and even went to the door to inform him.
The changes are really interesting.
"this……"
Taoist priest Ying Feng looked at the girl.
"A young child floated from the river during the heavy snow and cold last year. I thought she was related to me, and she happened to have the talent to practice Taoism, so I picked her up and named her Jiang Han."
"Is this the next generation of Fulongguan?"
"If nothing else, it should be." Song You said with a smile, "We just happened to have returned to the mountains, so it's time to accept a disciple."
"..."
The temple masters in the temple, the two Taoist priests Ying Fengchuyun, and several Taoist priests who were slightly older and had a slightly higher status in the temple couldn't help but open their eyes for a moment, feeling that they had witnessed the succession of Fulong Temple with their own eyes, and
Only they know that this is really an extraordinary thing.
"We haven't seen each other for many years, and senior brother Yingfeng and I are no longer as young as we once were." Daoist Master Izumo said, "Back then we were still apprentices, but now we have become other people's masters."
After saying this, he called his disciples up.
They were two Taoist boys, a boy and a girl, in their teens. The boy was the one who opened the door for them today.
Upon seeing this, Taoist Master Ying Feng also called his apprentice.
There are two Qian Dao and one Kun Dao.
Several young Taoist priests and Taoist boys were sitting at the end of the banquet, near the door, listening to their words. They were confused, guessing and anxious. As soon as they heard their master's words, they all hurried over, but they lowered their heads and did not dare to look at them.
Famous young Taoist.
"You haven't met Master Song yet?"
Taoist Master Ying Feng said to them.
"I've met Mr. Dao."
Several little Taoist priests and little Taoist boys lowered their heads and acted honestly.
"And Taoist Sanhua."
Priest Izumo said to them again.
"I have met Taoist Sanhua."
Several little Taoist priests and little Taoist boys still shouted honestly, but they couldn't help but glance at Sanhua Empress.
Sanhua Empress sat upright with a serious face.
"Don't look at Sanhua Empress. She doesn't look very young. We have already seen her when we were young, before you were born." Izumo said a long sentence, which made them immediately look away.
"Remember, the Fulong Temple in Yinyang Mountain in Lingquan County is a family friend of our Fuqing Palace. This is the current temple owner, named Taoist Master. The person held in the arms of Sanhua Taoist Master is very likely to be
When you succeed the next generation of Fulong Guan in the future, if you can take over Fuqing Palace, you must recognize her."
"remembered……"
Song You looked at them with a smile and boasted a few words.
There is an inexplicable feeling of alternation of inheritance.
There is another sense of reincarnation.
Unknowingly, it is a new generation again, and I have become an elder that the younger generation must deal with respectfully. Twenty years later, the next generation will come down the mountain, and they don’t know who they will meet here.
Was Master like this a few decades ago?
…
As the night progressed and the banquet dispersed, the little Taoist priests and Taoist boys were still busy cleaning up the mess.
There is a Taoist boy in front of the hall looking for answers to questions.
"Master, where is Yin Yang Mountain in Lingquan County? What kind of temple is Fulong Temple? Why is that Taoist master so young, but you and the temple owner are so polite to him? And you still call him Brother Taoist?"
"Since he is called Dao Brother, he is naturally older than us. Don't look at his youthful appearance. He was like this when your uncle Yingfeng and I were as old as you."
"Ah? Could it be that he is immortal?"
"As long as a human being is alive, there is no immortality. However, this Taoist master has nothing to do with immortality or old age."
"Why?"
"You just need to remember that the descendants of Fulong Temple are all immortals on earth."
"A human immortal?" The little Taoist boy couldn't help but widen his eyes, "Is he a person with profound Taoist practices and vast supernatural powers?"
"The Taoist practice is naturally profound, and the magical power is naturally vast, but it is also different from generation to generation." Izumo Taoist Master said and smiled slightly, as if thinking of himself back then, "You are too young and your cultivation is too shallow. No matter how I interact with you now,
You said you can't feel it deeply. You won't know until you become successful in your practice and have a profound understanding of magical powers, heavenly ways and divine ways. When you are my age, Taoist friend Jiang Han will probably have learned enough and come down the mountain.
I don’t know what kind of temper she is, but if you have the chance to meet her, it will be a great blessing in your life.”
"knew."
"Be respectful to them."
Priest Izumo couldn't help but turn around and look at the main hall behind him. There was originally a row of shrines in the main hall, and the one in the middle should be the Lord of the Heavenly Palace, Emperor Akane. But now this seat is empty.
Not only that, there are quite a few vacant divine places in the temple.
"What a powerful and powerful person."
Priest Izumo narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but murmur to himself.