Ancient times, Qin and Han, Tang and Song Dynasties, wilderness, battlefields, towns.
A page of gold paper and a black ball are constantly in conflict.
Lu Zhengkang struggled to suppress Xiang Shu, while also trying to break free from the seal of hell.
He can guarantee that he will break free before Xiangshu. After all, the pure land is much stronger than hell.
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The thirty-two peaks of Ranshan Mountain are each unique and beautiful. The people of Ranshan Mountain built houses and practiced Taoism in this large mountain range.
In the vast Ranshan Mountain, many old forests cover the undulating hills. Many places are rugged and difficult to navigate. People who practice Taoism tend to live in seclusion in secluded places in order to adapt to nature. In the vast territory, there are countless Ranshan predecessors.
Many of the talented people from the same discipline have never met once in their lives.
It's like old age and death.
The lowest-level disciples in Ranshan are called Sanren, and they are often responsible for chores and taking care of the daily lives of nobles.
The next level up is the sword slave. Before practicing the sword, you must first be a slave, be sincere and upright, and then you can find the path. Most disciples at this level have a master to guide them in their practice.
The three sects of Ranshan, the Yin Yang Sect, the Divine Sword Sect, and the Jade Talisman Sect, are rising steadily. If the Taoist disciples can pass these three levels, stand out, and have good conduct, they can be separated from the wanderers and promoted to the position of heirs of the three sects.
The highest level of a disciple is the successor of the three sects, also known as the true disciple.
After reaching the third sect, Taoist priests are qualified to teach and accept disciples. Although they are called disciples, they are actually servants. After becoming a master, the happiest thing is to instruct the younger disciples to do things.
The old Taoist Song Kaixiu is a very mediocre guy, and his martial arts attainments are very poor. However, his master is the former Ranshan Immortal Master. With this relationship, it is logical for him to become the master before his master's death.
True biography.
This step consumed all his luck. After that, for decades, he was never promoted and could no longer serve as Qinglang's protector. His mentor also died of old age. Gradually, he gave up on his ambition to make progress and planned to find a disciple to take over.
He has "good skills".
Stinky sweet potatoes are only worthy of rotten bird eggs. Song Kaixiu recruited several Sanjin people one after another. They all ran away because of their poor martial arts skills and joined others.
Finally, the aggrieved Song Kaixiu decided not to accept any more disciples. This continued for another three to five years, until one day he found a baby in a wolf den on the mountain. The boy was not afraid of him at all and was raised by the wolf mother.
After several years, there was no trace of wildness in him, and he looked like a pure and innocent child. The old Taoist was extremely happy, thinking that God had given him a good disciple, so that he could be proud of his lineage.
He took the baby back and took good care of it. As the days passed, the child grew up and followed the master every day. I don't know if Song Kaixiu's education level was too poor. In short, the child was ruined by education.
It's not necessarily better when he is young. The old Taoist priest comforted himself with this reason. It was not that he was not good at teaching, but that this kid's talent matured prematurely and his potential was exhausted when he grew up.
After having this understanding, Lao Dao Zhi made his disciples feel more at ease.
"Peace, go get the foot-washing water, don't make it too hot."
"Ping An, let's make some rice. Go and heat up the plate of fried pork with garlic sprouts that you didn't finish last night..."
Peace this, peace that, peace do everything you have to do.
Wang Ping'an.
The little Taoist asked the master, why should he be named Wang?
The old Taoist priest coughed a few times and was confused.
The reason is actually very simple. The little Taoist's biological father's surname is Wang.
Song Kaixiu knew his apprentice's life experience. When Wang Ping'an was first discovered by him, he had a brass longevity lock hanging around his neck, with his birth date engraved on it.
Although the old Taoist's professional level in Taoism was not high, his basic skills were pretty good. He spent several years finding his apprentice's biological father, a beggar named Wang San Mazi. He was dressed in rags and his body was covered with pus-oozing sores.
As for Wang Ping'an's mother, she died long ago.
"Stay in Ranshan, stay by Master's side, for the rest of your life, I don't expect you to be outstanding, just be safe."
The little Taoist priest lived an unhappy life, unhappy in every sense of the word.
He has poor martial arts skills, weak magic skills, and a weak personality. He is oppressed by his master at home and ignored by his peers in the sect. He feels like a transparent person.
In the 109th year of the Pure Land Calendar, he was eight years old and on June 13th, he went up the mountain alone to collect medicine.
It rained a little last night, and the soil in the mountains was still moist. The forest was filled with mist. Walking on the mountain road full of thorns, a few drops of raindrops fell from the tree canopy above his head. It fell on him, on his robes, and on the medicine.
In the basket, the water was so cold that it felt like small ice beads on the skin, making people shiver from the cold.
Wang Ping'an walked along the familiar road. He only planned to go deep into the forest to find some eldergrass. However, the fog was too heavy and he accidentally turned onto an unfamiliar animal path. This was wild boar, hare and other animals in the mountains.
The trodden path.
At the end is a cave.
Wang Pingan's eyes widened. In the dim light and misty fog, a large group of wild beasts were gathering at the entrance of the cave. A tiger, six or seven foxes, three wild wolves, a few groups of hedgehogs, a nest of rabbits... There were hundreds of them in total, almost all together.
All the animals from the nearby mountains are here.
They lay quietly and silently, looking into the darkness inside the cave.
Predators and prey, carnivores and herbivores meet, but they live in peace and harmony. The scene is extremely peaceful.
What is in the cave?
His arrival was noticed by a tiger. The beast turned its head to look at him, and then suddenly stood up. Wang Ping'an was stunned, thinking that the tiger was going to eat him, but he intuitively understood that the tiger was spiritual and had feelings.
Maybe they don't even eat the rabbits in front of their mouths, so they just catch people and kill them, right?
Sure enough, the tiger looked like it was listening, and then roared a few times. The animals moved out of the way, and Wang Ping'an could step straight into the cave.
Do you want to go?
Of course I want to go.
There were so many fairy tales. After reading them, he dreamed of having an adventure. Now that the opportunity was right in front of him, how could he let it go?
Having the courage to pass through the herd of beasts, he entered the cave. It was not pitch dark here, there were small holes above that let in light, and there were no living creatures in the cave. Wang Ping'an moved forward with confidence, as he didn't want to end up after just a few steps.
A stone wall blocked the way, it was wet and covered with moss.
The little Taoist priest looked around and saw no immortal. He suddenly became anxious and kept groping on the stone wall. The rough rock was cold and hard, and there was also a layer of sticky water stains. He got closer to the stone and looked at it carefully.
Go all the way down until your right hand touches a smooth jade-like wall.
Wang Ping'an was so happy that he took out his herb-picking hoe and started to dig the stones along the edge of the jade. These were limestones and were quite crunchy. The little Taoist priest had been busy for an hour and was exhausted. Then he saw clearly that embedded in the stone was a
The black square pyramid was obviously an artificial artifact, imitating Mount Sumeru. He was so happy that he forgot about his physical fatigue and dug even harder.
At three o'clock in the morning, most of the stone was cleared. Wang Ping'an pulled out the pyramid from the stone, and this time he also pulled out a piece of gold paper.
As soon as the gold paper came out, the beasts screamed outside the cave. Wang Pingan held the pyramid and stared blankly at the gold paper on the ground. The paper rolled out at a corner, vaguely revealing an iron-black arm and a skinny palm.
Evil and terrifying.
At this glance, he felt as if his internal organs were being grasped, and he felt severe pain.
The cry of "ah" soon became low as the air in the lungs was drained.
He felt like he was going to die. This was not an immortal destiny, but a death disaster.
At this moment, white light emitted from the pyramid in his arms, gently soothing his body and mind. Wang Pingan gasped for air as if he was drowning, and did not dare to look at the gold paper again.
The light in the pyramid became brighter and brighter, causing the Taoist priest's epiphyllum seal to become hot.
Calm words rang in his ears, "When you pick up the hilt, remember to deliver it to Taiwu's successor. Stop running around and move faster."
What sword hilt? The Taoist priest couldn't understand.
Suddenly, the pyramid shook violently. Wang Ping'an couldn't hold it anymore and immediately let go. The black jade-like square pyramid suddenly pressed against the gold paper on the ground. Then there was a muffled groan and both disappeared.
Nothing was caught.
A whole morning was wasted.
Wang Ping'an was dazed for a while, and then came to his senses. There was a lot of noise outside just now. He was afraid that someone would come later, so he quickly picked up the medicine basket and prepared to leave.
After exiting the cave, all the animals lying on the ground were dead.
Chapter completed!