Chapter 473 Junior Yang Yu, please give me some advice from Master Zhang!
In the main hall, the old Taoist paced back and forth, his clothes fluttering, and there was a strong spirit surging that made people dare not look directly. 1
Looking at the old Taoist who looked happy, even happier than he was after suppressing the Andao people, Yang Yu suddenly had an idea in his heart.
Continuing the unique learning for the Holy Spirit...
With his current martial arts skills, he still couldn't understand the surging waves in Zhang Laodao's heart, but he was still vaguely touched.
If there were no sages like Lao Tao, how could a systematic martial arts path be established thousands of years later?
"I am not alone in my way, I am not alone!"
Zhang Laodao was in a very good mood. He waved his sleeves and robes, sat down on the ground, and patted the ground casually: "Come on, come on, sit here..."
Yang Yu Congshan Ruliu also sat on the ground.
The old Taoist slightly admired:
"Your talent and character are considered to be top-notch in any era. What's even more rare is your luck. The level of recognizing the master of Daoguo alone is better than ninety-nine percent of ordinary people in the world. In front of the Martial Saint's Gate, there is a sea of
Smooth road..."
"The real person is overly praised."
Facing the old Taoist's praise, Yang Yu also found it useful. 1
This is an evaluation of a martial arts monument. If it is recorded in a book, it can be passed down to future generations...
"There is actually no conflict between the Immortal Way and the Martial Arts. It's just that compared to the Immortal Way, which has the footsteps of previous generations to follow, the path of the Martial Arts is too rugged and difficult..."
The old Taoist sighed slightly:
"I just hope that you won't give up on martial arts in the future, even if you can practice it concurrently like that boy Wang before?"
"How could you give up?"
Yang Prison shook his head.
"I just hope you can still have this intention after the weather changes."
The old Taoist's eyes are bright and clear, and he has a penetrating sophistication:
"It's a pity that you are not a sincere martial artist."
"good."
Yang Yu responded calmly:
"I am only true to myself." 2
People with different backgrounds and circumstances have different hearts.
Unlike Zhang Suluo, in his two lives, his encounters were far more bizarre than ordinary people's imagination. He was asked to be like Zhang Xuanba, abandoning the Tao and fruit and rushing towards the unknown future.
He asked himself that he couldn't do it, at least not now.
"Be honest with yourself... you are a naughty boy, but you can still be honest."
The veteran smiled dumbly and changed the subject:
"When the old Taoist was young, he had no way out, so he traveled all over the world. By chance, he entered several secret realms, which are what you call the fantasy realm of immortals and demons..."
Zhang Laodao talked eloquently, while Yang Yu listened quietly.
As he knew, the life of an old Taoist was not complicated. In the first half of his life, he was in troubled times, carrying a sword and practicing martial arts. Until he faced the huge pressure of Da Chan Temple and founded Xuankong Mountain, he was alone.
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He likes good food, he likes walking, and rarely stays in one place for long. He travels all over the world, advancing when he encounters mountains, and stopping when he encounters scenery.
Occasionally I left writings and ink, and I also described mountains and rivers...
"At that time, I didn't have any thoughts about martial arts. I was bent on seeking immortality and visiting the Tao. I steeply entered the secret realm and saw ancient visions. I was also very excited, but later..."
The old Taoist's expression is uncertain:
"Do you know what it was like before ancient times, when immortality was prosperous?"
Yang Yu's heart moved slightly:
"It doesn't seem as good as expected..."
"In the ancient times in our imagination, immortals were aloof from the outside world, traveling to the North Sea in the morning and evening in the sky. They did not care about the mortal world, ate the wind and drank the dew, left the world and were independent. However..."
There is complexity in the old Taoist expression:
"In that era when immortality was prosperous, one immortal sect could shepherd and guard many kingdoms, and trillions of living beings depended on it to breathe.
There are immortal sects ruling above, and evil spirits running rampant below. At night, there are hundreds of ghosts walking around at night. Everyone is like grass and grass, and everyone is like a walking corpse..."
With a long sigh, Zhang Laodao closed his eyes:
"Do you know why mortals like us could exist in that era..."
Yang Yu was silent for a moment. In fact, in the illusion of "the land returns to its true form" in the Tianhai Realm, he had a faint contact:
"ceremony."
"good."
The old man's eyes became sharp:
"The mortal world is not the mortal world, and the human world is not the human world. In those fairy gates, where we live is also called 'pasture'!" 1
"Pasture..." 1
Yang Yu chewed on this word.
He remembered that in Wang Muzhi's mention, Longyuan Road seemed to have been one of the 'Yinsi Pastures'...
"Martial arts, compared with the immortal way, has countless shortcomings. Even if martial arts is great, it can only be compared with magical powers. The way forward is slim, even broken, dead end..." 1
The old Taoist's expression was a little dazed. After a while, he finally woke up from his memories:
"However, if there is a great change in the world in the future, demons dance wildly in the world, mountain demons and tree demons laugh proudly in the mountains and forests, and hundreds of ghosts walk around the world every day,
Will martial arts be the only foundation for ordinary people of our generation to establish themselves?" 7
silence!
The hidden worries about the change in the sky were suddenly torn away in his heart, and Yang Yu's heart couldn't help but sink.
Whether it was in the tide theory or the files he collected from other places, it all foreshadowed the coming changes.
As Zhang Laodao said, if that day really comes...
"We can't place our lives and deaths on the conscience of others, right?"
The old Taoist gathered his thoughts and took out a yellowed leather roll:
"Your martial arts has been well established, and you have read a lot of classics in Xuankong Mountain. The old Taoist can't teach you much. This parchment contains the old Taoist's experience of martial arts, as well as the method of observing the precepts, which may be of some use to you. …”
"Thank you, real person."
Yang Yu stood up and took it with both hands. He felt that this thin piece of sheepskin seemed as heavy as a mountain.
Gu Ling
"It's not that I broke my promise and didn't want to give you the Seven Tribulations Sword."
Zhang Laodao stroked his long beard:
"You probably have to take four steps to become an immortal. The method of observing the precepts is better than the Seven Tribulations Sword for you, and..."
Lao Tao didn't clarify the second half of the sentence, but Yang Yu naturally knew it.
He can take away anything in this illusion, but not the Seven Tribulations Sword alone.
It's not that the old Taoism doesn't allow it, but that future generations of Xuankong Mountain will definitely not allow an outsider to use the ancestor to deploy troops.
"Although the Seven Tribulations Sword is good, the younger generation will naturally not be greedy when using the sword." 1
Yang Yu patted the long blade on his waist.
Although limited by the material, this two-edged sword is still at the ten-forged level, but with the blessings of various fates, it is not inferior to any hundred-refined magic weapon, and it is also connected to his bloodline, making it the most advantageous. 1
"You can also take away Feng Hao's Taoist Fruit. Although this flying sand and walking stone is not the best magical power, but you don't need it, you can also exchange it with the right person for something useful..."
The old Taoist was quite generous and took out another gray stone sculpture from his sleeve.
Yang Prison did not refuse, thanked him, accepted it, and then asked:
"This junior has some doubts about upholding the precepts, but I still hope for guidance from the real person..."
He actually has the method of observing the precepts. Yu Fengxian once gave him a method of observing the precepts that was treasured by the Longyuan Palace. However, he was not willing to do it rashly before thoroughly considering the pros and cons.
"Keep the precepts..."
After the old Taoist thought for a moment, he said, "How much do you know about observing the precepts?"
Yang Prison answered without hesitation:
"Heaven and man collide, and the gods and immortals lose me." 2
"Huh?"
The old Taoist's spirit was slightly shaken, and there was surprise in his eyes: "I see you walking, sitting and lying, you don't seem to be from a big family, but you have unique insights..."
When the old Taoist asked, Yang Yu naturally knew everything.
Over the years, he has carefully collected information about the method of observing the precepts. Although it is not comprehensive, it is not completely unknown.
Some of the records made Zhang Laodao couldn't help but marvel. This was obviously information from later generations.
"You are right. The method of observing the precepts is not a method used by immortals and Buddhas to restrain themselves, but a secret method created by immortals and gods to counteract the "lost self" of immortals and gods..."
The old Taoist thought for a moment and then replied:
"But of course things in the world cannot be as everyone wants. No matter what the reason for this 'precepts' was created, in the final analysis, it has advantages and disadvantages."
After a pause, he continued: "These pros and cons are naturally for those ancient immortals and Buddhas..."
As a true Taoist who has spent most of his life searching for immortals and Taoism, the old Taoist naturally has a very deep understanding of the law of observing the precepts.
In his opinion, this method of observing the precepts is really wonderful, although the original intention was for immortals and Buddhas to maintain their original minds and not lose themselves when the world collides with them.
But the result is that the immortal Buddha himself is also bound.
"If you observe the sexual precepts, you must not violate them throughout your life. Otherwise, all the years of keeping the precepts will be in vain, and you will most likely fall into the calamity of 'losing yourself'..." 2
As he said that, the old Taoist glanced at Yang Yu:
"You probably think this is a restraint, but if people don't have restraint, how are they different from wild beasts and monsters?"
"Lost me..."
Yang Yu stood quietly for a long time and then bowed: "This junior has learned a lesson..."
"go Go."
The old Taoist waved his hand as a farewell.
only……
"Junior, I have another unkind invitation..."
Yang Yu carefully put away the parchment and bowed slightly: "Please give me some advice..."
"Education?"
There was suspicion in the old Taoist's eyes: "Are you confused by the fever?" 6
"..."
Yang Yu coughed lightly, took a few steps back, pressed the knife with his five fingers, and bowed slightly:
"Later generations will learn from Yang Yu, so please give me your advice without hesitation from Zhenren Zhang!"
At this moment, Yang Yu's momentum changed, instead of rising passionately, it fell slowly. This was because all his magical powers had been absorbed into his soul.
The ritual of Long Yuan Sword was the reason why he had to come to this day to compete. 1
"you……"
The old Taoist wiped his oily palms with his sleeves and felt a little enlightened: 5
"Is it a ceremony?"
…
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"The sky has changed..."
The light of the sword rose and fell again, sending away the interesting juniors from later generations, and the unkempt old man slowly walked out of the hall.10
Behind him, the great hall made of fine bluestones became dim until it disappeared.
The old Taoist walked slowly to the edge of the cliff. As far as he could see, the billowing clouds and mist became thinner, and the cold wind gradually stopped...
The mountains in the distance, the city even further away, and the people, birds and beasts that should have been on the mountains gradually lost their breath.
Once upon a time, at this moment, he would hear the unwilling and manic roars of the Andao people, but at this moment, the world has completely quieted down.
In the illusion of chaos, everything disappeared except for the old Taoist who filled the wind with his sleeves and robes and walked alone...
"I really want to see the future generations..."
Lying on his side on the edge of the cliff, resting his chin on his hands, the slovenly old Taoist let out a long yawn, bid farewell to the dissipated illusion, and wished himself: