Seven Taoists in purple robes sat in the main hall, in the shape of a seven-star Beidou. They all closed their eyes and muttered Taoist scriptures in their mouths, as if they were performing an extremely important ceremony.
Sitting at the front was an old Taoist with immortal Taoism and white beard and hair. He opened his eyes first and shouted in a deep voice: "Go home!"
The other Taoists also opened their eyes one after another, and they discussed in low voices what they had seen in meditation after entering samadhi, with some uneasiness in their tone.
"What did you see?" The Sanqing statue in the main hall actually uttered human words.
The leader, the old Taoist, seemed to have been used to this for a long time and was not surprised. Instead, he hurriedly replied: "There is a fairy mountain among the misty clouds."
"Fairy Mountain? What next?"
"It was floating in the air, as if it was swimming on the sea. At first, the fairy mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, so it couldn't be seen clearly, but then it became more and more distinct and bigger. This shows that it is approaching us." Lao Dao replied.
"That's it." A tall figure walked out from behind the Sanqing statue. The man was also wearing a purple Taoist robe, but he was different from ordinary people. He also wore a lotus crown and held a whisk in his hand.
"Tao Lord!" The seven Taoists in the hall called in unison.
"Just now I was inhabiting the statue of the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty and wandering around the world in meditation, but I didn't see any fairy mountains, but a young man." The Taoist Lord smiled, "We are the leaders of the Taoist sect, and we can see the fairy mountains far away.
It should be a blessing, Senior Brother Xu doesn't have to worry too much."
"But..." the old Taoist said worriedly.
"It doesn't matter, maybe this time it will be different." Daojun said with relief.
The old Taoist sighed softly, shook his head and said nothing.
At this time, the door of the main hall was suddenly pushed open, and a child in Taoist robes ran in staggeringly: "Master, Master, a guest is here to see you."
"Mo Chen! Don't be presumptuous in Sanqing Palace! What kind of guest is worthy of being welcomed personally by Taoist Master Qingcheng Mountain?" the old Taoist scolded in a low voice.
The little Taoist boy's steps immediately slowed down, and his voice suddenly became much softer: "Oh... but the guest said he was a close friend of the master, and he has something urgent to ask for. I'm afraid that it will delay his important event, so I'm so anxious."
"What's that man's name? What does he look like?" the old Taoist asked.
The child thought for a moment: "That brother is pretty and handsome. He must be a few years older than me, but he speaks very calmly. He said his name is Dongfang Xiaoyue."
The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, then scolded: "It's ridiculous, your master has been in seclusion for more than ten years. He is a few years older than you, so isn't he just in his early ten years? Where did your master go to make such a close friend?"
The kid scratched his head and smiled naively: "That's right. But I just don't feel like this brother is a liar..."
Daojun smiled: "Dongfang Xiaoyue, this name has some meaning. Come on, Mo Chen, let's go see him."
"Taojun!" the old Taoist said in a deep voice, "I feel uneasy, so it's better to be careful."
"Don't worry, we are really an old friend." Daojun put his arm around the little Taoist boy, walked out of Sanqing Hall, and soon came to the gate of Tianshi Mansion.
There was indeed a young boy in his early ten years standing there, looking at the beautiful scenery of Qingcheng Mountain with great interest, whistling and teasing the sparrows on the pine trees.
"I have practiced the true Taoist method for many years, and now I am respected as the Taoist Master by Taoist sects all over the world. It is said that there are rumors in the world that I have become immortal and half-stepped to immortality. But in fact, I am over sixty years old, but I can barely maintain the appearance of about forty years old.
And you have simply reverted back to youth, and I don’t know whether to envy or lament." Daojun said with a smile.
Hearing this, the young boy turned around and saluted the tall Daoist in front of him: "Brother Daojun."
Taojun also followed his example and bowed: "Mr. Confucian Sage."
The little Taoist boy named Mo Chen scratched his head in confusion: "Mr. Confucian Sage? This brother is the master of the academy, Mr. Confucian Sage?"
Daojun smiled and pressed his head down: "This is Mr. Confucian Sage from the Academy. Haven't you been clamoring to meet him? Now that you have seen him, please bow quickly."
Mo Chen hurriedly saluted: "Mo Chen, the chief disciple of Lord Dao, has met Mr. Confucian Sage."
"He is a smart child." Dongfang Xiaoyue said with a smile, "I have been talking to people here for a long time, and they all thought I was crazy. Only this child was willing to inform me. I thought he was an ordinary little Taoist boy, but he turned out to be
Your apprentice."
"Isn't Mr. Confucian Sage about the same age as my master? Why does he look so much older than me? Could it be that Mr. Confucian Sage has practiced any magical skills that can restore youth to youth?" Mo Chen asked curiously.
"Go and practice today's sword. Mr. Confucian Sage and I have other things to say." Daojun scratched Mo Chen's head.
"Okay..." Mo Chen waved to Dongfang Xiaoyue and ran away with some reluctance.
"You finally accepted a disciple." Dongfang Xiaoyue looked at the cheerful back of the little Taoist boy and said with a smile.
Dao Lord shook his head: "This child has excellent aptitude and excellent bones. Unfortunately, he is too playful. He has been a beginner for a few years. His Taoist skills are average, his sword skills are mediocre, and he is the best in Qingcheng Mountain when he climbs trees and digs out bird eggs."
Dongfang Xiaoyue nodded: "Tao follows nature and conforms to nature, which is not a bad thing for you Taoists. Let's go to your Taoist mansion. I want to drink Taoist tea from your Qingcheng Mountain. I've thought about it.
It’s been a long time.”
"The last time I saw you, you were still an elegant young scholar. How come you turned into a little book boy not long after you passed?" Daojun led Dongfang Xiaoyue forward, frowning slightly, "Probably not.
It’s only right this soon.”
"I had a fight with someone on the road, which hurt my true energy." Dongfang Xiaoyue said helplessly.
"Who can hurt you?" Daojun asked confused.
"Bai Jile." Dongfang Xiaoyue said with a helpless tone, "That guy is stronger than I thought. I don't think even I could beat him back then."
"Bai Jile, the Hand of Tiangong, is indeed a very dangerous person." Daojun nodded, "But why would he fight with you? Ever since the second brother severely injured Ning Qingcheng, Shanglin Tiangong has been fighting against the students.
I respect you very much, how dare you fight with me?"
"It's a long story." Dongfang Xiaoyue said with a wry smile, "Anyway, I'm here to trouble you this time. I'm holding on to my last breath now. If this breath leaks, your apprentice will be here tomorrow.
He called me his younger brother..."
Daojun shook his head and sighed: "What you said is also tragic. I almost couldn't help but laugh out loud, but when I think about the reasons and consequences behind this matter, I can't laugh either."
Dongfang Xiaoyue looked serious: "I can't get any younger. If I get younger, I won't be able to fight."