Li Sheng drank a bowl of wine at the shop, and asked: "How to say?"

  The old Xiucai smiled so that his entire old face was wrinkled together, and said: "This is a rare opportunity. Let me take a break and drink a little longer. The emperor is not hungry."

  Now the Confucian Temple and Gongde Lin are actually old talents who are in charge of large and small affairs, saying "sleeping from the busy", which is not too much.

  Li Sheng hesitated for a moment, but still reminded: “Remember not to do things that are too small. The Confucian Temple can’t help you, I’ll look for Chen Pingan.”

  There are very few people who can make the saints of rituals such an extra “reminder”.

  After all, with them, the principles of ritual saints make sense.

  The old scholar complained: "This is superfluous."

  The outsiders are still there, how much to give me some face.

  Li Sheng said: "Then please trouble Wen Sheng to give a sentence, I don't want the next Confucian Temple meeting. Chen Ping'an took the initiative to intercede with Confucian Temple for the first time, just to help his husband clean up the mess."

  The reason why Jing Sheng Xiping called to himself was not because he was worried that the old scholar would have an impulse and that no one could hold it back.

  The old scholar sternly said: "How can I not understand this point, only the students do things, but there is no reason why the students do things."

  Li Sheng said: "Drink your wine well."

  The old scholar slapped his chest and promised: "Of course a good wine must be good!"

  As soon as the saint of ceremony left, the old scholar cocked Erlang's legs, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to drink.

  A young man in his early forties can talk to a barren Throne Great Demon who is ten thousand years old at a wine table, negotiating business, and turning over old accounts.

  The green shirt and hats, the leisurely mind, and lively chatting and laughing.

  No matter what he said, he had to listen carefully, and he had to think carefully, think twice, hoping to chew some aftertaste.

  For old scholars, there is such a dish of wine and dishes, and any wine table in the world is good wine.

  The old scholar picked up the wine bowl, took a sip of the wine, suddenly narrowed his eyes, shrunk his shoulders, gave a sharp shot, and burst into laughter.

  Is drinking really that fun? Drinking alone is of course meaningless, it's the people at the drinking table, it's the thing outside the drinking table.

  Seeing the little girl who is Chaoqiuhe Poss, she wanted to say several times and then stopped. The old Xiucai smiled and asked, "What do you want to ask? Just ask, there is no identity on the wine table."

  The old mountain **** began to wink again, reminding Ganzhou not to talk nonsense.

  Ganzhou has always been unable to hide words, "Master Wensheng, why are you not like the ones in the Confucian Temple at all?"

  Before I heard that Wen Sheng had restored the Confucian Temple shrine, she once sneaked out and went to a county once,

  The Confucian Temple is of course to go. The Wensheng on the portrait is a clear-looking old man, with a dashing appearance, and he really doesn't touch the scrawny short old man in front of him.

  The old talent laughed and said: "It's because of Wu Lao'er's poor drawing skills."

  The little girl lay on the table and asked curiously: "The embroidered tiger Cui Yang, who was good back then, why did he betray the Wensheng line?"

  Laoshan God has begun to watch his nose and his heart.

  Even Yang Zhi had to cough to remind this little girl not to be too presumptuous.

The old scholar was not at all angry, looking at the desolate scene of mountains outside the wine shop, high and low, layer upon layer, silent for a moment, the old scholar smiled and slowly said: "When a student, I was hurt by my husband. My heart, a wise man can't deceive himself, and he doesn't want to talk badly with his husband, so he had no choice but to leave without saying hello."

  What is regret, what is no longer available, and the person no longer met, is regret.

The old scholar twisted his beard without saying a word, sighed, picked up the wine bowl, drank a sip of wine, and wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, "Our words will not only be a thousand mountains and rivers, but also pave the way and build bridges. Therefore, when you stay with people you are close to you for a long time, you must not speak angry, ironic, or silent."

  Gong Xinzhou sincerely praised: "Wen Sheng's words are really unbreakable."

  The old Xiucai smiled and said: "It is the insights of my closed disciple, I just borrowed it for a use."

  Gong Xinzhou saw the wind turn the rudder and said: "No wonder Chen Yinguan can become the closed disciple of Master Wen Sheng."

  The old scholar hurriedly waved his hand and said, “Chen Ping’an, the closed disciple, was abducted by me with great difficulty, because he was very picky.”

  Laoshan God only thinks that this sentence is really wonderful, and he deserves to be the Master Wensheng who has never lost the debate on the three religions.

  Ganzhou asked again: "It is said that the emperor loves Yaoer, is that also the master of Wensheng?"

  Because the girl Hepo remembered the former foreigner, she didn't look like a scholar, she was more like a gangster who used to eat black.

  A gesture of shaking the palm of the hand, with just one sentence, the Lord Mei Fu was suffocated.

  The old scholar smiled and said, “I don’t have many students and disciples, so I don’t think it’s a particular favoritism. They have their own preferences.”

  My own students, a few disciples entering the room, plus Mao Xiaodong and others, all of them are of course excellent, and there is no need to say anything.

   Asked about the sword earlier, there was a left nerd. Ask about the fist, there is Junqian. Later, Cui Yang was among the planners. The breaker is Qi Jingchun.

  Then, as the closed disciple of Xiaoqi’s apprentice, Chen Ping’an can be said to be a master of their respective strengths. Of course, there may still be some gaps, but what will happen in the future is worth looking forward to.

  I just said that now, whoever sees Chen Ping’an will question who you are the younger brother of whom? Would you question that you are the closed disciple of the old scholar?

  The students are so nice and outstanding. In addition to being pleased, they are also a little ashamed.

  Ganzhou felt that Master Wensheng had said something about the scene, and it was not easy to make an official statement with himself, so the little girl drank a sullen wine.

The old scholar grinned and looked at the desolate scene outside the shop. The ordinary scene, two moods, are two styles. Probably this is the human mind and practice. No matter how powerful your ancient gods are, you will never have such a mind. Thinking, hard-hearted, involuntary, wouldn't it be sad.

   Haoran Jiuzhou, death is like life, so there are many burial customs. And the vast starry sky above all beings is probably a water funeral cemetery.

  The old scholar quickly put away these thoughts, and said with a smile: "Brother Gong, can you lend me the imprint of the sword fairy?"

  Gong Xinzhou hurriedly took out the imprint from his sleeve and handed it to Wen Sheng, panicking: "I can't afford it, I can't afford to be called a brother."

  The old scholar joked: "I can't afford it. I am not often called old."

  Gong Xinzhou nodded like smashing garlic, his face was flushed, and his words were incoherent, "Little God and You Rongyan, and You Rongyan."

While drinking, the old scholar turned the pages of the book and quickly turned to the last page. He saw Chen Ping’s square seal, smiled knowingly, and returned the seal to Gong Xinzhou, “Treasure it, and one day later, Mr. Gong will rise. If you are an official, you can learn that Meihe can open a mansion on the mountain. As usual, you can ask for something from your local academy. Let me see. Those sage books from the Confucian Temple are all dead after all. Why should Brother Gong give up near and far away..."

  Gong Xinzhou said in a deep voice: "The little **** must be enshrined as the treasure of Zhenshan."

  The old scholar pondered for a moment, drank two bowls of wine, and could not hold back his thoughts. He looked at the mountain shrine on the top of Gong Xinzhou and chanted slowly.

  Who has a good mountain, I am willing to be my neighbor, the mountain will turn the day and the night, and the birds will return together. The strange peaks are the most impressive, inviting you to share the scenery.

  Thousands of people stand on the wall, the peaks are moving the sun and the moon, the beauty breaks through the blue sky, and the hand is raised in the nearest month. Support the world and people, open the sky for me.

  The painted clay sculpture of the mountain **** in the ancestral temple was golden for a while, and Gong Xinzhou at the wine shop immediately stood up and bowed to Wen Sheng, as if receiving a decree.

  This is the verbal constitution of the Confucian Temple merit saint.

  If you are in the land of the three continents where the old scholars are in harmony, you can lift the gods of the mountains and water gods with just one sentence, and instantly raise the rank of the golden jade genealogy.

  The old scholar hurriedly raised his hand and pressed twice, “You’re welcome, it’s a trivial matter, and didn’t raise the height of Brother Gong’s idol. I’m just a few good words, a trivial matter without expense.”

  After all, it is in the Divine Continent of Middle Earth, where the sub-sages are located, and old talents should not cross the boundary.

  Lao Xiu looked at Po Qiuhe. Only when he was happy for the Laoshan God, and there was no envy or jealousy, the old Xiu nodded secretly, then glanced sideways and stopped.

  Yangzhi immediately understood, and said in his heart: "I am willing to take Ganzhou as an anonymous disciple, and teach her several water methods."

The old scholar smiled and said: "In this Taoist alchemy furnace site, there is a river woman with a snake mirror in her arms, and she stays with you day and night. If this is not Dao destiny, what is Dao destiny? Chen Ping’an reminds you of this matter, you probably still think it’s difficult for a strong man, not too serious. Have you ever heard the phrase “things have the bottom line, things have the end”? You don’t want to think about why the saints detain you here. , It doesn't seem to restrict your freedom too much. What is it for?"

When the old scholar said that, he drew a circle on the table, "Yin and Yang alternate like a circle, and the personnel cycle is like a snake plate. In the past few years, you have only been complaining about the heavens and others, and the Taoism is dim, but you don’t know whether the saint of rituals will give you something. Little kindness, he hopes that you can be here, make a new face, find another way, not in the magic, but in the heart of the Tao, and embark on a broader path. That is the real opportunity for the fourteenth realm, and it is no longer just relying on invading the body. As the way to break the realm, you haven’t thought about it carefully. Why are you wild throne big monsters compared to the other three mountain monks in the world? Because of the long life of the sky, it is so easy to enter the ascending realm, and in the end, it is ranked ten. The four realms are so difficult, where is the crux?"

The old scholar smiled and said: "First, I have to pay off the debt. Moreover, because you have trained in human form, but in fact, you don’t look like humans. Liu Cha has to do better than you in this matter. You all think he is a sword. It's unique because of cultivation, but it's not because of Liu Cha's Daoism."

   Yang Zhi faintly sighed, got up and gave a blessing to the old scholar. She was indeed grateful for the other party's guidance, "Thanks to Wen Sheng for the advice."

  In fact, this old throne is even more relieved. Finally, there is no need to worry. I was in this alchemy furnace site, and suddenly one day was "refined" by someone.

The old scholar shook his head and said: "I am just pointing out the direction of a path for you. From now on, you will still not be easy to practice. For the sake of drinking, I might as well send you another sentence. Kung fu is only in the stubbornness of nature. Dao Xin's "boil" is above the two words."

   Yang Zhi is like taking a big reassurance pill.

  The old scholar is so amiable and pleasant to herself. When I want to come here at the Confucian Temple, does it mean that I have an extra amulet?

  In the past few years, selling alcohol here is like being in a drought, waiting for it to rain every day. It’s not easy.

  This is also one of the reasons why Yang Zhi is willing to do a business with Chen Pingan. As long as he has a relationship with this young man who is a hidden official, it is tantamount to a bond with Wen Sheng.

  And the guardian of Wensheng's lineage, several worlds are clear. Especially the old Xiucai's love for the closed disciple, it really reached the point of lawlessness.

  Furthermore, since Chen Ping'an is the closed disciple of the old scholar, then he is the little brother of those "monsters".

Because Yang Zhi is very clear about his current situation, among the sages of the Confucian Temple, and even among the three leaders of the Confucian Temple, there is no objection. If it were not for the saints of rituals, he would only say that he had joined hands with Liu Qi at sea to take himself. The vice-master under the command would definitely kill the killer directly.

Unexpectedly, the old scholar smiled again and said: "It's still the same sentence, doing good and meritorious, making mistakes and making mistakes, good or bad, all have to be repaid. Just to say that this is a mistake to make up for is not necessarily easier than being in the fourteenth stage. I advise you to do it earlier. Be mentally prepared so that you won’t blame me for turning you into the ditch in the future. I am scolded by others. I have always been a good temper, but I can’t stand the road. The goodwill and kindness of the world are strengthened The powerful will trample in the mud wantonly. As long as I see it, I will get angry, and if I get angry, you will be at your own risk. Not to say that it is the saint of rituals, even if the Holy Master is interceding for you, it won't work."

  Anyway, the saint of rites is not there, and the old man is nowhere to be found. What's wrong with me talking a few drunk things when I drank too much.

  Yangzhi heard the straightforward threatening words, she was not at all annoyed, nor dared to be annoyed at all. In any case, Wen Sheng is still a fourteenth-level monk who restores the Taoism of the Confucian Temple.

She took the initiative to get up and filled the old Xiucai with a bowl of wine. The old Xiucai thanked her, and then laughed: "Besides Lugu wine and reading miscellaneous books, I still have to read a few more serious books. I don't even know that it is a word."

  What else could be done, I just nodded and said yes.

   Qingtong did leave her with a lot of miscellaneous books for playing Luminous Yin.

   Chao Qiu Hepo was stunned. Master Wen Sheng was insinuating, saying, what about me?

  When I was young, I felt that studying was annoying. Naturally, Master Wensheng blamed me. I blame who will go.

Gong Xinzhou noticed Ganzhou’s face and worried that she would misunderstand Master Wen Sheng. He immediately echoed: "A fair lady, a gentleman is so charming. A good heart is a slender heart, and a beautiful appearance is slender. Therefore, reading a book is enough to add color to a beautiful woman. Of course, read more. The book of sages, which is like white jade burning and cold, the writing is like a Zhu string percussion deeper and deeper, so in the article "On Etiquette", there is the "Song of the Qing Temple, one sings and three sighs". Linguistic, deafening, and thought-provoking, it echoes the phrase "The lyre of the Qing Temple, the Zhuxuan and sparse" of the Lord of Ceremony. Nowadays, the so-called poetry and singing between literati and scholars, how can it be compared, and the difference is far behind. ."

   Yangzhi frowned. The old saying goes that listening to your words is better than reading ten years, but listening to this Gong Shanshen dragging his books out of the book bag, it is really hard to listen to him, and he has been reading for ten years.

The old scholar changed his view and said with a smile: "If you want to jump out of the Three Realms, not among the Five Elements, you just read. If you want to go to the next level, there is no Three Realms and Five Elements in your eyes, only the book is finished, and there is no more words. barrier."

  The girl heard the cloud in the mist, the old mountain **** was thinking about how to keep up with the flattery, but he looked up but suddenly looked awe-inspiring.

  Old Xiucai planned to return to the Confucian Temple after drinking three bowls of wine at the liquor store, so he drank slowly with the last bowl of wine in his hand.

  The world gathers and disperses in a hurry, meet once and get old again.

  History is like a brazier, filled with a pile of ashes with remaining warmth.

  All the ashes are the dead people who have been completely forgotten, and those sparks are the traces of the dead people still remaining in the world.

For example, the lettering of the Great Wall of Jianqi, the works handed down by the sages, the poems of Bai Ye Suzi, the hanging statues of the Patriarch Hall on each mountain, the cliff carvings and stone steles between the famous mountains and the big rivers, and the names of the gravestones of future generations... A hundred years and thousands of years later, all the stories of the ancients that are still missed by posterity.

  Yangzhi suddenly said, "Wen Sheng has accepted a good student."

   "This kind of nonsense..."

  The old scholar paused for a while, drank the drink in the bowl, "Listen again

  Thousands of times, I don’t feel annoying. "

  The affairs of heaven cannot be long, the friends are full of friends.

  Now there is guest Pili on the seat, driving the mountains and rivers effortlessly.

  Old love can still be pursued, and the mountain wind is surging like a rush.

  He is like a Qingshan Yujian in the white clouds, overlooking Wuyue Qiuqier.

  In the middle of Tongyezhou, in the town demon building, under the plane tree.

  Chen Ping’an closed his eyes and concentrated, sitting cross-legged, like sitting in the heart of a house, wandering thousands of miles in dreams.

Both the   qingtong real body and the Yin God have followed the young hidden official into their dreams and traveled around the world. Only the burly old man outside the Yang Shen body stayed in place, fearful.

  Because of that Xiaomo, he once again assumed a pinnacle posture, condensing an illusory figure to a height of more than ten feet, white clothes and white hair, barefoot holding a sword, staring at the **** of green Tongyang, and occasionally glancing at the towering ancient tree.

  It is clear that you can't believe in Qingtong. As long as there is a slight difference, this pinnacle sword repairer will cut the plane tree.

  The burly old man said with no good air: "I'm already an ally, like a thief, as for?"

   Xiao Mo Hengjian was in front of him, his **** wiped the pure sword light, and he smiled and asked, "Where is Swordsman Pei Min now?"

   Qingtong shook his head and said: "After asking the sword in the rain, Pei Min disappeared."

  For some reason, Xiao Mo always felt that the deserted town monster building was a bit weird.

  It's just that he split his mind several times, inspecting the corners of the vast building, but he still couldn't find the slightest trace.

  Xiao Mo asked: "The twelve picture scrolls you carefully set up before were all arranged by Zou Zi in advance. You just copied them?"

   Qing Tong remained silent.

  Xiao Mo asked again: "How did Zou Zi take back these twelve'answer sheets'?"

   Qingtong remained silent.

  Xiao Mo's eyes were indifferent, "If you ask you something, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb. Only when I ask you the sword can I speak?"

   Qingtong no longer dared to be dumb, and said helplessly: "Where do I know what Zou Zi thinks and how he will do things in the future, he is Zou Zi! Zou Zi is not that ordinary monk of the fourteenth realm!"

   Qingtong’s comment on Zou Zi is almost as high as the sky.

There are only a handful of monks in the fourteen realms of the world, but in fact, how can one say "ordinary"? Wei is really this Zou Zi who owns half of the Yin-Yang family alone, which is too weird.

   Qingtong then whispered: "Maybe the mention of Zou Zi's name here is a kind of resonance of heaven and earth. It has already fallen into Zou Zi's ears and can completely ignore the isolation of heaven and earth."

  To avoid taboos, in some dynasties under the mountains, not only the emperor and the monarch, but also the elders of the family must be avoided in the books, and their names and names must be avoided. On the mountain, only a small group of great monks on the top of the mountain will receive this treatment. If a gas trainer rashly calls his name, it is very likely that it will be immediate. High, like "the louder the voice", the higher the possibility of the other person's feelings.

At this moment, Chen Pingan, who had been immersed in dreams, still did not open his eyes, but smiled and said: "I deliberately made it easy for Zou Zi to collect the answer sheet from the beginning. Xiao Mo, remember that we just came here, Qing Tongdao What did your friend say?"

   Xiao Mo suddenly realized.

  This Qingtong asked Chen Ping’an at the beginning, “Have you ever heard of a saying from Zou Zi?”

  Maybe from that moment, it has spread out like heaven and earth.

  Like an imperial examination, Qingtong is just the scoring officer of the examination room, the real person who writes the questions, and the chief executive officer of the abbot, are all Zou Zi.

  The test question is that sentence of Zou Zi's words.

  So looking back at Chen Ping’an’s remarks, he also put his pen on the scroll paper a long time ago.

  It is to borrow Zheng Juzhong’s words, "It’s just not serious."

  This means that when you are not serious, it is up to you to believe it or not, Zou Zi.

  After that, in the twelve worlds, Chen Ping’an’s various words and deeds, and the ups and downs of Taoism, whether they came from Chen Ping’s original heart, whether they were true or not, just like Chen Ping’s questioning to Zou Zi.

  Since his son had been aware of it a long time ago, and had a way to deal with it, Xiao Mo would not bother himself with mediocrity.

   And Qingtong took the initiative to mention "", which can barely be regarded as a leaked secret to make up for it.

  Xiao Mo just looked at Qingtong with an idiot look.

   Qing was speechless at the same time, okay, I'm an idiot.

  It’s just you, Xiaomo, where is it better than me?

  Xiao Mo smiled.

  Unfortunately, I am Jian Xiu.

  I am not good at thinking about things and solving puzzles, but if you ask about swords and hacking people, you have to count me.

  And in the corridor of the top floor of a hall in the town demon building.

  The Most Sacred Master and the Taoist Chunyang stood by a railing, but both of them are the identities and perspectives of the former people. Looking at the future, the current Xiaomo certainly can't find it.

  A middle-aged Taoist named Lu Zu by Chen Ping'an, he flicked his sword on his back, and praised when he saw it: "This fellow Taoist Xizhu has a keen sense of spirit."

  The Most Sage Master nodded and said, "Of these ascending realm peak sword repairs, none of them are vegetarian."

After the real person Chunyang heard Chen Ping’an’s words, he was quite surprised for a while, and couldn’t help but sigh with emotion: "If you are careless, if your steps slip, you will fall on the cliffs and be crushed. Conflict with Zou Zi like this is dangerous and dangerous."

The Holy Master smiled and said: "This is what Kou Ming said, "the one who is safe is natural, and the one who is the body understands itself". Of course, it can also be regarded as the old scholar's sentence, "The one who knows himself does not blame others, and the one who knows his fate does not blame the sky. ', if you speak more bluntly, it is nothing more than drying clothes on three poles in the day and going out to collect clothes on rainy days, but if you... forget it, forget it."

  Princess Chunyang wants to spread these words, take the opportunity to ask the most holy teacher for more information about the roots of the three teaching questions.

  However, the Most Sacred Master doesn’t seem to want to talk more about this. He has changed the subject and asked with a smile: “You have been wandering in the Qingming world for a long time, so you haven’t sneaked to the Jade Emperor City to listen to Kou Ming’s preaching?”

  In the dim vision, it is vaguely visible that earlier, a Taoist priest was drinking alone under the phoenix tree. The weather was slanting and the wind was cold, so the friends did not come, and the phoenix shadows stood up.

  This middle-aged man has a high and honest appearance, and has the charm of "yushu is near the wind, and the tree attracts the wind".

  Chunyang Taoist smiled and said, "I have listened to it three times, but I have been accompanied by Master Lu every time."

  Sage Master said: "Because Lu Chen had anticipated the future at that time, he was still worried that you would return to Haoran in the future and divide too much of the Dao Qi of Qingming Tianxia and Bai Yujing."

  Chunyang Taoist said: "If Lu Shen never left his hometown, at least one and a half Dragon Tiger Mountain could be created for Haoran."

  The Most Sage Master smiled and said: "I am lucky if I get it, but I lose my life. The flowers bloom outside the wall, and they are also blooming."

  Chunyang Taoist sighed: "Lu Chen Daoxing is unpredictable, but he is willing to look at him with admiration."

  According to what Lu Chen said back then, his master is a natural method, almost one. No matter how high the Taoism is, how great is the fighting ability.

And Lu Chen also respected the big brother who accepted his apprentice on his behalf. He never concealed the reason why he left Haoran and went to the Qingming world. He went to ask the head teacher Bai Yujing. Before he arrived at Kou's name, Lu Chen had many beautiful words about him, "Suspect is to go to the void, not to be a prisoner of heaven and earth", "A true man is the same in all directions, and my generation has no way of seeing it", "A person is cold and has nowhere to defend the wind. Yi, scratching your shoulders to take the road trip is too imaginary"...

  Lu Chen even kept threatening to write a book for his brother.

  Probably in the eyes of Lu Chen, the senior brother Kou’s name is exclusively "real person".

   Therefore, after Lu Chen became the third master, to the two seniors in Bai Yujing, Kou was always called "brother", but Yu Dou would be called "brother Yu".

  In addition, about this senior, Lu Chen also had some odd and odd words, which others still have no explanation. For example, the root of heaven, one becomes seven, seven becomes nine, and returns to one, dummies...

  When the Taoist of Chunyang traveled to Bai Yujing for the first time, Lu Chen had just become a young disciple of the Taoist ancestor.

  At that time, Lu Chen was still relatively "young and energetic." He told the real man Chunyang that he would go down the Taoist law that day, starting from the Taoist ancestor, continuing the incense on the Kou's name, and flourishing in my Lu Chen.

  Lu Shen has always played the world, he likes to speak colloquialisms with the laymen, and talk to the masters that terrifying the heavenly people.

  When the Taoist Chunyang visited Bai Yujing for the second time, Lu Chen had successfully entered the fourteenth realm, and had the "five dreams and seven minds" of no one before or after.

  In fact, the fellow Daoist who traveled to the Jade Imperial City with the real person Chunyang at that time was the real person with bones, one of the incarnations of Lu Chen.

Taoist Chunyang guessed that one of Lu Chen’s avenues, such as the Seven Mind Forms outside of the Five Dreams, is most likely the phrase “one, the beginning of the transformation, and the beginning of the transformation,” seven".

  This kind of thing is rare in the mountains, but it does have some precedents. Just like the predecessors put forward a certain hypothesis that seems to be hanging in the air, it is absurd and a loft in the air. Later, someone really did it.

  The Most Sage Master tapped the railing and slowly said: "If Kou Ming was born a few years earlier, I dare not say that one of the world's top ten is a thing in the bag. Among the candidates, there must be a place."

There are two theories about the origin of Taoism that first created the "borderless man" in the current world. One is derived from the Western Buddhism, and traced back to the theory of "wuwu"; the other is from the great palm of Bai Yujing. The teacher's name "walks above all things, walks in the sky as if it is true, and sleeps in a vacant bed."

  Because of this, certain Taoist scholars in the Qingming world always feel that the Taoism taught by the head of Bai Yujing often "seems to be related to Buddhist scriptures" and occasionally "closes to Confucianism."

  It's just that they respect the Great Master Teacher. This kind of disrespectful thought will naturally not be publicized. They will only mention a few words when chatting among their friends on the mountain.

In Qingming, there is a legendary novel that is widely circulated. It is written by Wumingshi and is called "Shu Yizhi". It is said that in ancient times there was a real man who had attained Taoism and traveled around the world in the cold of the first spring, and returned to the wind in the first autumn. In the cave, when the wind comes, the earth will grow and the world will fall.

This tall old man, who was very powerful, turned his head and smiled and asked, "Do you think that in the future, if there is a saying similar to the world's top ten, Zou Zi previously selected ten young people and ten alternates in the world, totaling Twenty-two, how many people can make the list?"

The Taoist Chunyang thought for a moment, and said, "From the perspective of the poor Tao, at most 20% can be reviewed. Moreover, before this, a battle of various origins, without a thousand years, I am afraid it will be difficult to settle down. Except for Ning Yao, who is in the colorful world, and the savage co-owner, because they are well-known, no one dares to say that they will win."

  The implication is that there are probably only four or five young people who can successfully rank among the fifteen or six people on the "most mountain".

  The words of Taoist Pure Yang actually have a deeper meaning, that is, among the fourteen realm monks in the world today, some people will definitely lose the election.

  This is also coupled with the stepped ascent of some Ascension Realm Consummation cultivators, and they will also occupy a few places in the same way.

  The Most Sage Master joked: "Chunyang Lu Yan, how come you have to count as one?"

  Chunyang Taoist shook his head and said: "Pan Dao is a stray person, so I don't want to join in the fun, I want to find the avenue from a young age."

  The Most Sacred Master didn’t seem to be surprised at all, and asked, “Just because I feel that the Dao cannot be asked for love, so I plan to cut the love with Huijian? Have you chosen the dojo?"

Taoist Chunyang nodded, "I'm afraid I won't be able to go if I have chosen it, so I fell into it, and the catastrophe will be lost. Therefore, I may need the help of the Most Holy Master to select a person, protect the way for a while, and only say a few words at the critical moment. Foreign Talk'."

  The Most Sage Master smiled and said: "It's a coincidence, but it's not a coincidence, to answer the old saying, far away in front of you?"

  Lu Yan was a little helpless.

  It's not that you are dissatisfied with the selection of the Most Sacred Master, but once you choose this person, you probably have to come up with something. It's not that this "what" feels distressed, but that a cultivator who has reached Lu Yan's realm will actually be more troublesome when it comes to forming a relationship, whether it is good or bad.

  Lu Yan said: "Look at the poor road again?"

The Most Sage Master said: "What is this, it sounds like I’m forcing you to nod, it’s something that both of you must love and I want, take a step back and say, even if you agree, I have to ask Chen. Peace is good, if he doesn't agree, can I force it?"

  Heavy rain, some people wearing bamboo hats, wearing green clothes, walking on the riverside, when encountering a mountain, only need a tip toe, the body shape is like a touch of green smoke, and they came to the top of the mountain in an instant.

This Qiantang River, named Zhejiang in ancient times, is divided into two sources, north and south, and has many tributaries. At this moment, Chen Ping’an is standing at the opening of the Qililong, the old Qiantang is long Cao Yong, and today’s Baopingzhou Qidu Lin Libo, Daochang Located nearby, is an ancient broken secret realm called Fengshui Cave. It is rumored that the dragon is full of vitality, and it is the place where many dragons of ancient Shu are collected and buried. However, nowadays the dojo has set up several layers of interlocking blindfolds. Normally, immortals are proficient in the arts of geography. If you have a geomancy map in your hand, you will only go around the ghost and hit the wall, and you will not be able to enter.

Chen Ping’an deliberately restrained his energy, suppressed his fist, let the rain beat him, and supported the hat, overlooking a prosperous commercial county with many shops on the shore, and building many clubs for water travellers from the same township. Resting and discussing matters, besides the various merchant ships docked on the shore, there is also a flower boat called Jiao Bai Chuan. According to local county chronicles, fishermen of the nine surnames lived on the water, all of whom were lowly registered, and were not allowed to participate in the imperial examinations and were not allowed to wear shoes to go ashore.

  Even if they disembark and land on the ship, their clothes and clothes must be distinguished from the civilians, just like the umbrella in their hands and the identity of the shipowner at a glance.

The entrance of that old Jiao Taoist Temple is different from the ordinary Xianjia Cave Mansion built in secluded mountains and deep water. Its "mountain gate" is actually located near the county government, just at the Xuanmiao Temple and Zhaode Temple on the northwest corner. between.

   Qing Tong raised a corner of the power fence, glanced at the one over there, and whispered softly: "It is rumored that this old Qiantang bird has a violent temperament, and he controls it cruelly."

  Chen Ping’an nodded and said: “The rivers in the world have their own water, just like being born with a kind of nature brought from the mother’s womb.”

  For example, Hongzhu Town, where the three rivers converge, is the impermanence of the Yuye River. As for the water quality of the trunk of the Qiantang River, only those poems chanting the great tide are proof. Before Cao Yong became a member of the Yuan Ying, he used extremely harsh methods to manage the waters under his jurisdiction. With the neighboring Jiangshui Zhengshens that were enshrined by the court in the early days, he often killed him, killing hundreds of thousands of aquatic creatures and injuring hundreds of miles of crops.

   Perceived the strangeness of the heaven and the earth, there was an old man admiring the old man, and he strode out of the dojo aggressively.

  This uncle Dadu Li who has been in Feng Shui cave almost all year round, narrowed a pair of golden eyes, held the jade belt around his waist with both hands, and looked at the blue color on the top of the mountain.

  Operating the magical powers of his life, I can see that ordinary Qiqi practitioners can't see, I saw the green shirt on the mountain, with a vague face, and there was a woman entourage wearing a power fence nearby.

   Cao Yong said loudly: "Since the Daoists are here, they have to hide their heads and show their tails. Is it so shameless?"

  Without waiting for the words to settle, the supernatural powers have been activated, condensing the rain in the sky into a water method, turning into a long azure dragon of hundreds of feet, and heading straight to the pair of dog men and women on the top of the mountain.

   How dare you, on your own turf, and a Dadu Gonghou who is equivalent to the Jade Pu Realm, shaking up this...The illusion secret method of the sea city hall?

Only the next moment, Cao Yong became serious, and saw that the green shirt only raised his hand and played with a fairy magical power similar to the sun and moon in the universe pot in his sleeve, and put the water dragon in his sleeve without mentioning it, and then changed it. Shaking his sleeves, his left hand goes in and his right hand goes out, as if pouring all the water into the rolling river at the foot of the mountain.

  Qingtong is a bit gloat. In this dream, Chen Ping’an is God. You, a jade water dragon, have long lost the advantage of being in a small world. How can you fight with it?

  Chen Ping An took a step, shrank the mountains and rivers, and went straight to Cao Yong, took off his hat, clasped his fists and smiled: "Junior Chen Ping An, I have seen Uncle Li Li."

  Junior?

  Cao Yong was surprised when he saw the opponent's face clearly, especially the self-humble address of the other party, which was even more surprising.

  Neither party has seen it before, and there is no incense to speak of, why bother to surrender your status and obey the younger generation?

   Cao Yong pressed his doubts in his heart, and bowed his hand in return.

   Cao Yong turned sideways, stretched out his palm, and said with a smile: "Hidden officer please."

  A small door appeared in the cave. The front of the door was "Don't have a cave" in four golden characters and a pair of couplets.

  Have in the hole to see the hole in the hole. The outer sky becomes the outer sky.

   Qingtong looked through the power fence, glanced at the couplet, and whispered: "The hole in the hole, see the hole in the hole. The sky is beyond the sky, the sky is beyond the sky."

  It’s just that Qingtong quickly changed his words, "In the hole, see the hole in the hole. The sky is beyond the sky, the sky is the sky?"

   Cao Yong laughed and asked: "Dare to ask this fellow Taoist, is it Ning Jianxian?"

  Chen Ping’an choked for a while.

   Inside the power fence tulle, Qing Tong also rolled his eyes severely. What kind of look is this old Jiao.

  It’s no wonder that now is a half-bucket of Jade Pu realm.

   Cao Yong knew that he had made a mistake, so he just assumed that he hadn’t said anything, and led the two of them into the Feng Shui Cave together.

  In the cave, the three of them walked through the corridors, and saw the white jade steps with beams and pillars, the coral bed and the water curtain, the glazed door lintel and the amber bridge...there are all treasures in this world.

  The only flaw in the beauty is that in this Feng Shui cave, although the aura is full and thick as water, it is just empty, not even the Fuluo puppet, and it looks lifeless.

   After learning that the young hidden official came, Cao Yong did not rush to express his position, but asked: "Why did the hidden official look for me?"

  Chen Ping’an said: “We have a senior in Luopo Mountain. He taught most of the boxing skills of my disciple Pei Qian. He and Mr. Cao are old friends who do not know each other.”

   Cao Yong pondered for a moment, then tentatively asked: "Is that Cui Cheng?"

It’s not hard to guess that the pure martial artist who can teach Chen Ping’an and Pei Qian on the continents of Aquarius is not Dali Song Changjing, or Cui Cheng, who has been missing for many years. In addition, Chen Ping’an is in the line of Wensheng, and Cui Sincere’s grandson, Embroidery Tiger Cui Yang, who once had the identity of the first disciple of Wensheng’s line, is obviously more likely than Song Changjing. Moreover, Chen Ping’an has said that this person does not know him if he does not know him. It could be Cui Cheng.

As expected, Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.

In fact, as the Qiantang elder Jiao, Cao Yong could have been in the Jade Realm a hundred years ago, but at that time, the Qiantang River waters encountered a drought that was rare in a thousand years. The Qiantang River was poured back, and this brought a shower of rain. Such behavior is tantamount to rebelling against his own Dao, that is, because he has lost his immediate superiors. Therefore, the old Jiao "only" has suffered a loss of three to five hundred years of Dao deeds. Years ago, Cao Yong could walk straight to the Dragon Slashing Platform where he was skinned and cramped.

  Before this, Cui Cheng was not very impressed with the irritable Qiantang Chief, and because of a storm, he went to find Cao Yong and had a fierce questioning boxing.

  After that, Cui Cheng's impression of Cao Yong changed a little, and he took the initiative to visit again, not asking for boxing, just...as for wine.

  However, Cui Cheng taught boxing at the Luopo Mountain Bamboo Tower back then, and Chen Ping’an never mentioned any past, as if not once.

  On the contrary, when the old man came to Nuanshu and Millet, there was no shelf at all, and he was willing to talk to the two little girls about the stories of walking in the rivers and lakes in their early years.

Hearing what Pei Qian said, Sister Nuanshu listened carefully every time, and the millet grains were incredible. After hearing some stories that had been told once or twice, she shook her head vigorously, without giving any face, she just said something. , I have said that, let’s change to a more exciting and frightening landscape story... After the story, the elderly never let the millet grains be disappointed. Of course, the support of the millet grains is also very amazing, and I was surprised to hear it. At a glance, there will be countless interjections.

  Chen Ping’an introduced to Cao Yong the fellow Taoist next to him, the name Qingtong, from Tongyezhou.

  Cao Yong naturally had never heard of this person, just as someone from outside the world who didn't show up easily.

  Qingtong’s first sentence made Cao Yong more and more look at this person.

   "Uncle Dr. Li, I seem to have had a great relationship with Taoist Chunyang."

Cao Yong didn’t feel that this was an unspeakable secret. He nodded and said, “I was once fortunate to hear a Taoist man who called himself Chunyang, explaining the "Fire Scripture". Based on this, I was able to prove that Dao Xiaocheng was able to become a Nascent Soul. It is a pity that Chunyang. The Taoist's kindness in preaching has never been repaid."

  The Taoist from a foreign country, when he was preaching to Cao Yong in Feng Shui Cave, the avenue was manifested, the witty words were like beads, and a rain of fire fell.

After this fire rain tempering, after Cao Yong walked the river, it was extremely easy and smooth, like a Jinshi master named in the palace examination gold list, turning his head to participate in a government test or even a county test, of course, it is a trivial matter to get it. NS.

   After Cao Yong learned about the relationship between the young hermit and Cui Cheng, he did not hesitate to agree to the matter of Xinxiang.

  Cao Yong suddenly asked, “A visitor has come to the door again. Two people in a boat are all my old friends from the water house. Would you mind meeting Mr. Chen Shan?”

  Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “It’s good to listen to it.”

  In fact, Chen Ping’an was aware of the whereabouts of the group earlier than Cao Yong.

In a small boat on the    River, there are three gas trainers from other continents and two local water gods from Aquarius.

  Seeing that Chen Ping'an was so polite and thoughtful on the side of a water dragon, Qing Tong was a little bit guilty. On his side, the hermit-sama didn’t mean to be casual.

Cao Yong naturally did not know the inside story, and still first introduced the identity of the passengers on the ship to the young hidden official.

  The two gods of water are both qualified to open a mansion. One of them is Qingcao Lake near the Qiantang River, located near Longyou County and Wushang County. The female water **** is named Zhuxiang.

  Another lake monarch, named Wang Xiangjin, was governed by Biluo Lake in Nadangtu County.

  The other three are not local monks in Aquarius. Among them is Chen Zhenrong from the Tanru Chen family in Nanpo Suozhou, who is good at drawing dragons.

  In addition, there are two female monks from the Middle-earth Shenzhou, named Qin Buwei, and a man who claims to be Luoyang Muke, who is a Baozhai.

  The three monks from other villages had actually been here before, but Chen Zhenrong made a temporary intention and said that he was going to visit Longyou County. In the ancient times, it belonged to the land of Guzhu and was set as Taimo County. Later, it was renamed several times and finally named Longyou.

  Heavy rain, the sky is gloomy, floaters sit in danger, and go alone.

   There is a Upeng boat in the river that undulates with the waves, and the white rain jumps into the boat randomly, and it seems to be worried about capsizing at any time.

  There are five people on the boat who are drinking, talking and laughing freely, they are naturally Taoists, people among gods.

  The matter of small talk is also related to practice. It is just sticking to one's own opinions. It means that there are a total of twelve realms under the ascent, which realm is the most important.

  Some people say that it is the state of staying in the lower five realms, through the creation of Liu Qi, and then someone widens the way, allowing the monk to ascend to the sky in one step.

Some people say that it is the first level of the Dongfu realm in the middle five realms. The reason is that my generation has practiced. It is difficult to say that there are more than hundreds of roads underfoot. There are two things to close the door. When the door is closed, the body and the Taoist mind live in a secluded mountain. Once the door is opened, the red dust and the red dust will roll, and it is the practice. It is similar to the Mahayana and Hinayana of Buddhism.

It is also said that the sea-viewing state is the most important thing. The practitioners start to climb the mountain. The state is not high, but it is the most energetic level. They only say half of the words passed down by the nameless family." "Nine continents in the center, like a snake pan mirror", is such a broad field of vision. After that, many realms, even the jade and immortal realms of the upper five realms, are located at a high position. In fact, they still cannot be compared with it. .

Seeing that Chen Pingan did not reject the matter, Cao Yong took him and his fellow fellow daoists out of the cave and came to the shore to welcome the boat that was about to dock.

  Her wind and showers, day is like night, the three of them don't have to use any tricks.

Five people on the boat, after seeing the three people on the shore, there was a scent swirling in a moment. There was a woman with a graceful figure, natural water, without any rain gear, floated to the shore, looking at the man wearing a hat and a drape. , Was actually a bit shy, she stretched out her fingers and stroked the corners of her temples, her eyes were shining, and she said softly: "The water mansion is deep and secluded in the corner, the little **** is dark, the wind and rain, it is terrible to watch."

  Qing is in my heart tweeting endlessly.

  Chen Ping’an lowered his head slightly, clasped his fists and smiled, “I have seen Mr. Zhuxiangshui in Qingcaohu Lake.”

  Biluo Lake Water King Xiangjin, with a slender figure, only covered with a mask, after going ashore, he saw the green shirt guest, such as a scholar and a scholar, saying, "Mr. Chen laughed."

Before his death, Wang Xiangjin was a weak scholar who had no merit or fame, nor was he a hero on the battlefield. He belonged to the most typical kind in Zhiguai novels. Before Long Jun's death, Bian Xun was located in Wang Xiangjin. Because of his gentle appearance, Long Jun was worried that Wang Xiangjin would not be able to frighten the water monsters. He presented a ghost face. After putting it on, it was red-faced and fangs, like a Yaksha. It is a treasure of water law. Wearing day and night, not only can assist in spiritual practice, but also can shock the heroes. Following the throne of Shuijun, the statue of his **** is a face covered with ghosts, and the rest of the temples and temples are the same as the gods.

  Chen Ping’an made a polite return, smiled and said: "I have heard of the name of Biluohu Shuijun for a long time."

  The middle-earth female cultivator with a wooden spear and a white poplar blade on her waist, and the dull-looking Baozhai, all just nodded to the young hidden official, and Chen Ping'an also nodded in greeting.

  The old man surnamed Chen with the rosacea smiled heartily: "Master Chen, are we considered distant relatives?"

  Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “I can count, but it’s more reluctant.”

  The old man joked: "No wonder Ruan Tiejiang dislikes talking about you the most."

  Chen Ping’an smiled as usual, and did not say anything.

  The old man suddenly asked: "A few of us, we were talking about the twelve realms on the boat, which one is the most important, and what is Chen Shanzhu’s opinion?"

  Chen Ping’an looked serious and said: “It’s all important.”

  The old man was taken aback, and gave a thumbs up, "See you!"

After   , Cao Yong asked them to go to the mansion first, and he had to send a mountain and river journey for the young hermit.

   Before Chen Ping’an left Qililong, he asked this uncle Lili if it was feasible.

  The old Jiao held the jade belt around his waist with both hands, and his expression was free and said: "It is a matter of heaven and earth for a person of Taoism to prove the Tao and achieve the Tao."

  After obtaining the old Jiao’s consent, Chen Ping’an waved his sleeves, and the wind and rain suddenly stopped for a while, and the golden light turned into a long golden river into his sleeves.

  In history, there were more than 1,000 literati and poems, leaving more than 2,000 poems.

  The poems and poems recorded in the local government chronicles and county chronicles are as many as hundreds of thousands of words. If they are ordered, they seem to be "stripped" out of a book.

Cao Yong saw this vision, even though Chen Ping’an and the fellow fellow daoist had left, they still stood where they were. They hadn’t recovered for a long time. He was deeply moved. He never thought that the young hermit was in addition to swordsmanship and boxing. So good.

In the corridor, Lu Yan asked, "Have you seen Zou Zi before?"

   "I saw it, and chatted a few more words. Finally, Zou Zi said a hard thing to me, "Eating at the same table, serving each bowl.""

  The Most Sage Master nodded, "Because I first said something soft to Zou Zi, ‘You are a fortune-telling yin-yang sorcerer, don’t bully our Confucian disciple.’"

  Chunyang Taoist found that the Most Sacred Master beside him seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on his face, and finally managed not to laugh out loud.

  Chunyang Taoist asked: "Holy Master, what did you see... the future?"

"Looking at the past, I saw all the cultivators, all the ordinary masters, each of us, standing on this earth, like...mountains, we are all standing upright, without exception, Each has its own highs and lows. No matter what we encounter, even if we bow our heads and bend down, we will still step on the ground and bear the blue sky on our backs."

   The Most Sacred Master smiled and said: "As for the future, it won’t work if you see it through and say it."

  It is countless subtle trajectory routes, creating countless ambiguous pictures, but in the end they overlap and gather into one place.

  The clouds and mists dispersed between the heaven and the earth, and some people were faintly seen leading them, followed by several figures, gradually ascending.

  But before that, the Holy Master saw something unusual.

  The Most Holy Master couldn’t help but laugh.

  The picture disappeared in a flash. It was the ancestors of the three religions who had joined together to go to the old site of Lizhu Cave. At that time, in the small town, among the three, only the Taoist ancestor saw Chen Pingan.

  Taozu and Chen Ping'an walked side by side, and walked towards the mud bottle alley together.

  Finally, Daozu stopped outside the alley.