Everyone saw Wuxu drinking and enjoying himself there, wandering elsewhere, and knew that it would be difficult to find out any news at the banquet tonight. Chang Qingzi, a man with long sleeves and good dancing, sat under Zhang Tianshi, frequently inviting people to toast and drink, and from time to time he told some stories
The local customs and customs in the south of the Yangtze River, as well as anecdotes and strange records, made the guests and hosts in the pavilion on the pool happy and happy. However, two lamas, Gesanghu and Gesangli, who were re-sent by Qiangba Mule, the imperial master of the dynasty, came to visit them on the way.
Taking an opportunity, he also sold a good deal to the Tianshi Mansion. He seemed to have no memory of the scene when the two of them were trapped under the Royal Mountain Talisman, in a state of embarrassment and despair. On the contrary, the people next to him were secretly despised.
Wuxu looked at it with cold eyes, touched the yellow silk in his arms, and felt lost for a while. The first two sentences of the yellow silk written by Pa Siba were obviously talking about himself. On the surface, he said that he survived the catastrophe and succeeded in cultivation.
Dharma Realm gave him the name Huiming. In fact, Wuxu knew it well in his heart, implying that he already knew that he was not Mo En. As for the last two sentences, it is obviously a metaphor for the struggle between the southern and northern Taoist gates, secretly showing favor to the Longhushan sect.
Let himself be presented to Zhang Tianshi; although he didn't say it explicitly, Wu Xu had a vague feeling that he wanted to hand it over to him secretly. The strange thing is why he put these contents together, and why he wanted to kill his disciple with unknown origins
Someone came to hand it over? Wuxu came out from the third prince Baltsoda. He has been thinking about these questions until now. He is puzzled and hesitant to follow the trend and find an opportunity to hand this thing to Longhu Mountain.
Zhang Tianshi. Until the night banquet was over, Wuxu still couldn't understand it thoroughly.
However, not long after the night banquet ended, a long bell rang in the Tianshi Mansion. At first, it only echoed in the mansion, but by the seventh hour, the bell spread to the peaks of Longhu Mountain, seeming to cleanse those who were practicing Taoism.
All kinds of mundane things were endured in the hustle and bustle during the day. And the Tianshi Mansion suddenly fell into silence with the sound of the bells that had dispersed for a long time.
Wuxu was sitting in a quiet room, about to enter the Mandala Dharma Realm to practice, when he heard Xuanjizi whispering outside the window, "Can Master Huiming come out and talk?" Wuxu thought for a moment, then got up and walked out.
, saw Xuanjizi standing under a peach tree with a smile on his face. Wuxu held a blue sea pearl in his hand, looked at it for a moment, and slowly asked, "I don't know, Master, I came to visit late at night, what do you want to teach me?" Xuanjizi held a whisk in his hand, lightly
He smiled and said, "Xuanjizi has no ill intentions towards the master, why is the master so unconcerned? Thanks to the help of the master that day, you and I just got rid of Brother Baltu and Balzan. Since Nabaltu blew himself up to death, Poverty
Dao was also seriously injured, and Ping Dao was even more helpless under the restrictions imposed by the Patriarch. Master, please don’t misunderstand that Ping Dao didn’t help.” Wuxu knew that Xuan Jizi’s words were half false and half true, so why was he seriously injured? Wu
Xu didn't say anything, he just put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, "The little monk can't help but worry about what happened that day, so why should I worry about it? The master also said that I escaped from death, so I gave him the name Huiming." Under the words, I thought eight times.
Ba Ye pinched his nose and recognized himself as a fake disciple. You Xuanji Tong Yuchun should stop thinking about using these nonsense to coerce him.
The Xuanjizi seemed to have figured out this connection a long time ago. He was not surprised when he heard Wuxu's words. He shook the whisk in his hand and gave a one-handed salute, "Master, not only is he blessed with great fortune, but he also has the opportunity to understand the legacy left by the ancestor."
The hundred-character inscription that came down was awarded the title of Huiming by the old master Basiba, which is really gratifying and congratulatory." After a slight pause, he straightened up again, pointed to a mountain peak behind the Tianshi Mansion and said, "Speaking of which, the whole family of Buddhism and Taoism
, you and I can be considered fellow Taoists. Today in the main hall, the Master had a battle with the Tianshi Mansion, which was really exciting. The poor Taoist also saw that the hunter was happy, so he boldly asked the Master to move to the mountain peak while admiring it.
Yue, while talking about Buddhism and Taoism, how about it?" Although Wuxu knew that Xuanjizi had ulterior motives and that his cultivation level was far above his own, he vaguely guessed that Xuanjizi was just trying to find out Pasiba's intentions.
The calf was not afraid of tigers. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and followed Xuanjizi to quietly fly out of the Tianshi Mansion and headed straight for Longhu Mountain.
In a quiet room in the Tianshi Mansion, Tianshi Zhang was wearing a silk robe with gold threads. He was sitting on a soft couch covered with tiger skin, his eyes slightly closed. In the middle of the soft couch, there was a thousand-year-old sandalwood tree.
There was an antique three-eared incense burner placed on the small table, in which agarwood from the depths of the East China Sea was burning. A refreshing aroma wafted out. Suddenly, the wooden door opened without any wind, waiting for it.
Chang Qingzi, who was outside the door, walked in, walked through the rows of arm-thick red fragrant wax, came to the soft couch, and said respectfully, "Xuanjizi invites Huiming to fly to Tianren Peak in Houshan Mountain."
Go." After hearing Chang Qingzi's report, Zhang Tianshi slowly opened his eyes, two rays of light shot out, looked at the carved beams and painted walls on the roof, and said quietly, "Southern Zheng and Northern Quanzhen are one family, but some people always feel that this day
The master's residence has carved beams and painted walls, making it comfortable to live in." Chang Qingzi knew that the ancestors of Longhushan Zhengyi Sect had their own ideas. Hearing Zhang Tianshi's words, he didn't want to talk randomly, so he just stood there in silence.
And stand.
The Heavenly Master Zhang raised his eyes and looked at the roof, as if he had already wandered into the starry sky outside the house. After a while, he said again, "Forget it, we will report it to the ancestors and see how they decide." After that, he stood up and changed into a Taoist robe, wearing a long robe.
With a flick of his sleeve, Chang Qing Zi disappeared.
Let's say that Wuxu followed Xuan Jizi to the top of a peak in the back mountain of Tianshi Mansion. However, he saw a full moon in the sky, a cloudless sky, strong winds blowing above the peak, and twilight below the surrounding steep cliffs.
Cang Mang. That Xuan Jizi smiled softly and said, "This place is wonderful and difficult for ordinary people to visit. The bright moon shines on it. It is exactly where the master and the poor Taoist sit and discuss the Tao." Wuxu smiled, found a huge stone to sit down, and sat down for a while.
Looking at Xuan Jizi meaningfully, he said, "The real person's cultivation is far better than that of the young monk. How can the young monk dare to sit down and talk with the real person? The young monk guessed that the real person has doubts in his heart. If you ask, the real person, the young monk can only solve the doubts, but he is not happy.
"Xuanjizi was startled, clapped his hands and said with a smile, "I'm just being hypocritical." After saying that, he waved the whisk lightly in his hand, pondered for a moment, turned his back to Wuxu, and walked straight to the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain.
He whispered, "Master, how do you feel after entering the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain recently?" Wuxu looked at the large and towering Taoist mansion at the feet of Xuanjizi, and blurted out without thinking, "It is solemn and magnificent, and the atmosphere is endless."
Xuanjizi turned around and asked again, "Master, do you know the name of this peak?" Wuxu shook his head, "The young monk is ignorant, so I ask the master for advice."
"The name of this peak is Tianren Peak, which is named after Zhang Zhensui, the 20th Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain. He takes the virtue of good life from heaven and the righteousness of all people in the world."
Wuxu nodded.
Xuanjizi suddenly turned around, looked at Wuxu, then held up a whisk in his hand and pointed at the Tianshi Mansion with layers of carved beams and painted buildings at his feet, "Master, when you entered the mansion today, did you see many ragged civilians still building the building?"
Repair this magnificent Celestial Master's mansion covering hundreds of acres?"
Wuxu tilted his head slightly, recalling what he saw and heard when he entered the Tianshi Mansion in the morning, and nodded slightly.
Xuanjizi stood under the moon, with a solemn expression, his Taoist robes swinging in the wind, looking like a god. Seeing Wuxu nodding his head, he said loudly, "I, the Quanzhen Sect, live in the north with me, but I dare not forget the sufferings of the world. That day,
The emperor of the Song Dynasty was dissolute and immoral, and the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty was in power. Therefore, the founder Changchun Zhenren entered the account and taught the Tao Te Ching of purity and non-action, which taught the way to the great governance of the world. He did not receive rewards and did not hand over to lamas. But now the Yuan Dynasty is unruly and the world is suffering.
He is the master of the Taoist sect in Longhu Mountain, but he ignores the common people in the world and only covets the worldly glory and wealth."
Wuxu knew the many meanings behind Xuanjizi's words. He hesitated for a moment, picked up the Buddha beads in his hand, and said, "Master just asked me to come up to Deshan to say hello on his behalf. He didn't say anything else. The Quanzhen religion doesn't need to be used, and I secretly have doubts.
"
However, Xuanjizi became more and more excited as he spoke, and snorted softly, "That Ba Siba is the imperial master of the Yuan Dynasty who has long since retired. I am sending you up the mountain to say hello this time. It is obvious that we have been in contact for a long time. Master should know it well."
Wuxu thought to himself, I don’t care what your Xuanjizi Quanzhen sect’s intentions are, but I am just assuming the identity of a lama who is a disciple of Pasiba, and really I don’t want to get involved in this kind of sectarian struggle, so I was about to take out the
In the arms of the yellow silk that Basiba gave him, he heard a soft hum in the air.
Although the sound was like mosquitoes and ants, it was like thunder in his ears. Wuxu could hardly sit upright and was on the verge of falling off the boulder. He finally stopped, but Xuanjizi shouted loudly and drew out the Huanglong Sword.
Flying in the air.
As the saying goes
The mysteries are gathered at Tianren Peak, and the bright moon shines upon each other to tell the truth.
A soft hum came out slowly, and the whisk shook and the yellow dragon rose.