Chapter 36 Up, down, middle, there are three opportunities
Qi Wuzhuo only wrote these four sentences, and then took up the pen.
The old man stroked his beard and recited this couplet in a low voice, or it should be a four-line poem. He felt that the words were simple and fairylike, and he suddenly laughed to himself, but with some joy, he smiled and said: "I still can't say it too much."
It’s full.”
"Wuhuo, did you write this?"
Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said calmly: "I don't have such talent."
"This is a poem I saw in my dream, written by a layman named Qinglian. I have not heard of his poems from anyone else, so it should be possible to make a couplet."
The old man stroked his beard and smiled:
"Good."
Immediately he said regretfully: "It seems that I can't give you this elixir."
The old man swept the sleeves of his robe and put away the life-extending elixir placed on the table. He reached into his sleeve again and took out something. It was a scroll of scripture. Its material was simple and simple, and all the words on it were
The one with the same words as the mountain god talisman is like clouds, changing constantly, and seems to show the mysterious principles.
The words fluctuate up and down, as if they are about to fly out of the book and turn into birds, clouds, moonlight, and so on.
The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "In that case, I'll give this to you."
"This is the first of all methods. If ordinary people practice it, they can achieve the point where the three flowers gather at the top and the five qi move towards the origin."
"Understand the secrets of heaven, understand all things, and know changes."
"Supernatural power, wonderful magic, freedom and mystery."
"If you practice it, you will be able to become a real person in this world within a hundred years. If you are willing to receive the talisman of the Emperor of Heaven, you can also become an immortal official. This is the end. Practice gradually. If you can practice hard, if you have another chance, you will be called an immortal in the future.
As the Star Lord Yuanjun, it is not impossible for you to have a dojo in the world to worship you. Until then, you can be considered free and at ease, how about traveling to Beihai and Mu Cangwu?"
Preach the scriptures directly.
Such classics, placed in several major sects in the world today, are already the top core inheritance.
If the previous elixirs were just for one person, then this sutra can open up a thousand years of Dharma.
Now it was placed directly in front of Qi Wuzhuo.
Qi Wuhuo naturally hoped to get this scripture, but he still asked:
"Are you satisfied, father-in-law?"
The old man stroked his beard for a long time and replied with a smile: "The immortal spirit is so powerful that it is beyond words that ordinary people can write."
"But after all, it was written as one person. From my point of view, the immortality is enough, but I always feel that some talented disciple wrote it. It is okay to be included in my collection, but it is bad to be used as my Taoist couplet.
A little more."
The young man is puzzled.
The old man replied with a calm smile:
"The heaven and earth are so vast, no one dares to say it throughout the ages."
"Grant me eternal life."
Qi Wuhuo opened his mouth and suddenly felt that this poem was inappropriate.
"And the atmosphere alone is not enough. There are also some Taoist sects in the world who write various couplets on the mountain gates, such as this..."
The old man tapped his fingers casually.
A drop of water flew out of the teacup, and then turned into a picture. In an instant, the wind and waves changed, and the surroundings seemed to be on the top of the mountain. Qi Wuhuo was stunned, looking around, he saw towering mountains, and there was a glowing glow in the sky.
Just like where the gods are, there are people who turn into escaping light, coming and going like lightning. The highest point of this cloud is actually a Taoist temple, simple and ordinary, with a couplet in front.
Qi Wuhuo widened his eyes and looked around.
The usually calm face revealed a bit of youthful excitement.
The old man smiled and said: "Come and try it."
Even before Qi Wuhuo knew what this sentence meant, he noticed a mysterious feeling, as if he could control the image of this drop of water. So he subconsciously moved his soul, and the image was instantly pulled in and crossed over.
After layers of mysterious Taoist temples on the mountain, we came to that simple Taoist temple.
Some of them were meditating.
The front is a couplet.
The Tao runs through yin and yang, and the three realms are channeled by Ksitigarbha.
The clouds are crossing Taidai, and thousands of mountains are bowing to the Lord!
Magnificent.
And Qi Wuhuo's own soul control made this picture hover over the Taoist temple. Seeing flowers blooming and falling, blue clouds and waves, he was overjoyed for a moment. After all, his cultivation was not enough. When he came up to see the couplet, he did not control it.
OK.
A hint of breath leaked out.
In an instant, this drop of water could no longer maintain its original harmonious posture and burst into pieces.
In the midst of the explosion, Qi Wuhuo seemed to see that the Taoist meditating in the Taoist temple seemed to be awakened and wanted to open his eyes.
However, Qi Wuhuo didn't see him open his eyes, but he saw the surrounding scenes collapse, and he had a faint feeling of falling from the nine heavens. He saw everything leaving me and the clouds and glow collapsed, and his face became slightly pale.
White, sleeves and robes were swept away, and even the white paper on the table on which the poems were written flew and fell, and actually fell into the sea of clouds, blue waves, and Taoist temple.
Qi Wuhuo almost thought he was about to fall, so he subconsciously reached out and grabbed the cuff of the old man next to him. However, he suddenly felt a chill between his brows. When he suddenly woke up, it was the drop of tea that fell, and that was it.
The old man laughed.
The young man's face turned red. He let go of the old man's cuffs and said, "I'm just a little... afraid of heights."
In front of the old man, he would still show off the energy of a young man. He raised his hands and wiped his forehead carelessly, then sat up straight, holding up his face, not squinting, but the pinnae of his ears were red.
"A little, a little."
The old man laughed loudly and pointed at him:
"Awesome, awesome!"
"I have never seen a mountain god who is afraid of heights."
Qi Wuhuo moved his lips, not knowing what to say.
The old man lifted this section and did not continue to tease the young and mature child. Instead, he stroked his beard and said with a smile:
"You also saw the couplet just now. Many Taoist schools in the world have such a style."
"It's either worshiping the Heavenly Lord, or going to the sky. It's not that it's bad, it's just that I don't like it very much."
"It's like if you have thousands of gold and silver in your home, you should tell the world about it."
"If it's not this style, it's like [Taiyue opens up Hongmeng, watching the sun rise in the purple sky, the golden palace glowing, the clear bells often ringing with several pestles] [the gentle wind blends into the righteousness, the enlightened hegemony disappears, the fairy trail is vague, and the righteous path will last forever.
Always lingering] and the like, not chic enough."
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"It needs to be pure and calm, and it needs to be unrestrained and fairy-like, but it shouldn't be too complicated and boring."
"Is it possible to do it without confusion?"
"Especially, if it's from my own perspective."
The old man made fun of him and made things difficult for him.
However, this volume of scripture must be given to him seriously, and it can be used as a basis for his protection.
The young man thought for a while and suddenly said: "Okay."
The old man was surprised.
Qi Wuhuo briefly recalled the words, but they were still Chinese characters in a dream.
In one volume of stories, one of the characters is also a Taoist, and his Taoist name is a couplet written by Zhen Yuanzi.
That was just what I saw in a dream. The words in the story are illusions rather than reality, so it’s okay.
His magical powers are vast, but the old man in front of him is no less powerful.
Qi Wuhuo dipped his pen in ink and started writing.
The old man was surprised, stroking his beard and lowering his eyes, but saw the young man writing the words, and said:
"The Immortal Palace."
"The Taoist family lives as long as heaven."
Overbearing? Not overbearing, just an ordinary person.
But the feeling of being leisurely, slowly, magnificently, and vastly immortal almost fills the page.
Live forever and live as long as heaven.
It’s just me, an ordinary person.
The writing is not as good as the previous one, but the charm is really that of a Taoist master.
Take your time.
Majestic.
The old man stroked his beard and recited several times, then suddenly laughed and said: "Good, the best!"
"I like it very much!"
"It seems that I can give you this volume of scriptures, hahaha."
The old man stretched out his hand and put away the scroll of Taoist scriptures. Then he stroked Wuhuo's head with his hand and said with great joy:
"Now, I [remember your name] too!"
"In three days, I will go see someone."
"That time."
"Wuhuo, you come with me."
"I won't give you pills, I won't give you Dharma. The gift I gave you is a fate, how about it?!"