"Sir, are you going back to Lingzhou?"
"No, let's go to Wudang Mountain first."
Calculating the time, Xu Fengnian should be practicing swordsmanship in Wudang Mountain after Lao Huang's death.
Jiang Ni, the young apprentice who is obsessed with losing money, must be on the mountain too.
If you don't go to Wudang Mountain to take a look, you won't be at ease. This silly girl has been with Xu Fengnian for a long time, and she doesn't have a strong desire to restore the country. Western Chu is no longer a kingdom, how can he gather his luck?
As for the new calendar, without Li Dangxin, wouldn’t there still be the scholar Xuanyuan Jingcheng from Jiangdong Longhu and Xuanyuan Jiangxi?
It would be a pity for such a scholar to die if he could read about the celestial realm and greet his ancestors as they ascended to heaven. He would have to sacrifice his life for Xi Chu for a few years.
The carriage left the Liangchan Temple and headed northwest.
On this day, in front of the "Xuanwu Dangxing" archway at the gate of Wudang Mountain, many Taoist priests were attracted by Hu Kui. The Taoist priests were all young, the oldest looked to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old, and he was holding a broom in his hand. He was probably a Taoist boy cleaning the mountain gate.
The little Taoist priests who grew up in the mountains often heard their masters talk about these strange beasts. After all, they had a group of yellow cranes on Wudang Mountain. One of them was said to have been left by Lu Zu in the past and could carry people down to the south of the Yangtze River. There used to be a black tiger on Longhu Mountain, which was full of spirituality. It was left by the Immortal Qi, but I don't know what the magic was about it.
Several old pilgrims who were over fifty years old and whose appearance had gone through many changes had temporarily lost their inclination to burn incense. They listened to a few young Taoist priests talking in low voices, and occasionally added a word or two.
They have never seen the black tiger or crane that the immortal is sitting on, and they don't know what the spiritual beast raised by the immortal family is like. But this armored and horned beast is definitely not in the category of spiritual beast, but the strange beast sitting on it is The young man on top of his head has his hair tied up with a jade hairpin and his purple robe is not stained by dust. He looks a bit like the boys who serve the immortals.
As for why he is not an immortal, look at whether it is Wudang leader Wang Xianren or several heavenly masters on Longhu Mountain, which one is a hairless young man?
Jingzhou chuckled a few times. The reasoning behind these old pilgrims' eating salt was really dumbfounding. He could only be a boy serving the immortals.
"Little Taoist priest, when will the person who went in to report come back? It's been three cups of tea." Jing Zhou asked.
The little Taoist who was standing at the front, only two steps away from Hu Kui, tugged his fingers, raised his head and replied seriously: "There are only three cups of tea. The prince seems to live next to the White Elephant Pond on the top of the mountain. The third brother comes back every time." , it still takes two hours."
This person came at the wrong time. An hour ago, several noble people came. The uncles and masters all accompanied the noble people up the mountain. Otherwise, the third senior brother who thought mountain climbing was a laborious job would not have been asked to go up and report.
If it were someone who came to offer incense, it would be easy to say that they could make the decision without informing them, but this person said that he was here to find the evil demon king Beiliang Crown Prince. This was not something they, who were usually not even qualified to interpret, could do. The Lord's.
After arriving at Wudang Mountain, Jingzhou asked Baihu'erlian and Qingniao to go back to Lingzhou first. If Baihuerlian wanted to perfect the Nineteen Stops, he still had to go to Tingchaoting to read. After all, when Xu Xiaoma set foot on the rivers and lakes, half of the secret books in the world were known. It was included in the Northern Liang Palace.
It was a bit boring to be alone across from a group of Taoist priests who only knew how to chant scriptures, interpret fortunes and tell fortunes, but it was better to have someone to talk to than no one. He chatted with these little Taoist priests who didn't know what was going on down the mountain.
A few old pilgrims got over their fresh energy and walked up the mountain step by step, no longer bothering to argue with a group of young Taoist priests. When people get old, not only can they no longer urinate against the wind, but they also have no desire to fight. While they can still climb the mountains, they can go to the mountains to burn incense sticks. Maybe they can meet an old Taoist priest who has immortality. Fairy spirit.
The young Taoist boy had the liveliest temper. After asking a few questions about the foot of the mountain, he became bolder. He didn't think there was anything scary about the man or beast in front of him, and he even had the courage to touch Hu Kui. , only to be frightened back by a low roar that stretched out his hand, so he had no choice but to start chatting with the purple-clothed young man who had a temper similar to that of the great uncle.
"I heard from my uncle, the Grand Master, that the women at the foot of the mountain are all tigresses, and they are very scary. But why is it not written like this in the book?" A little Taoist boy asked, dragging his cheeks.
Well, he finally asked a question that he, Mr. Jing, knew quite well. What was the taste of the beef before? Did rich people eat meat all the time? He really didn't know how to answer it.
It can be seen that the Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain are indeed relatively poor. They don't know the taste of meat until March. These little Taoist priests have not eaten meat for about three years.
Jing Zhou cleared his throat and solved the confusion of these curious Taoist priests: "I think what is written in the book is probably correct. Women are not scary. The white steamed buns are delicious. They taste good and they fill you up. But You have to eat the steamed buns early, otherwise they won’t be chewy anymore.”
"Have you ever touched a woman's little hand? You can't tell the difference when you look at how sad you are! You are so weak and boneless, and extremely tender. When you can come down the mountain, you have to give it a try. Otherwise, you have never touched a woman. Not a true Taoist priest."
"Some of them also carry a strange fragrance. Did you see it? It smells better than the flowers over there. I hug them to sleep and keep them safe and sound, even without the quilt."
In front of the archway that says "Xuanwu is in high gear", more and more Taoist priests gathered together, each one nodding along from time to time. They felt that the young man in purple who was sitting on the strange beast and chatting was very knowledgeable, at least not as knowledgeable as his own master. What about that? Guns, what waves are rolling, what poems are written by the grassy stream, they only understand a little bit about it, they probably only listened to some warm and fragrant nephrite, which is much harder than the Quanzhen Dao Jing that they have to recite morning and night. .
A little Taoist boy with a red face and a pounding heartbeat had just memorized a few new words, and suddenly felt that there was an extra person beside him. He turned around and saw that Immeasurable God, the great uncle of the Supreme Master!
Suddenly, his heart, which was scratched by a cat, suddenly became anxious and uneasy. Just when the little Taoist boy was about to explain that he had just arrived, he heard nothing, so he went to clean the way up the mountain, but was stopped by the great master. The uncle stopped him with a look, and then under the astonished gaze of the little Taoist boy, the frightening young Taoist priest with seniority sat down next to him and listened to the young man talking about great principles that would make people blush.
After half a cup of tea, amid the pleading and reluctance of all the little Taoist boys to stay, the purple-clothed young man flew up the mountain dragging his uncle, the Supreme Master.
Although all the young Taoist priests were envious of their great uncle for being able to be given a little more attention and listen to more secrets, they didn't feel too sorry because there were still many things densely written on the ground.
Just now, a group of people imitated the behavior of the Grand Master and their great uncles and wrote down the highlights on the ground with branches, intending to keep them for later. Didn't the master say that the road is far and long, and the only way to enlighten it is day and night.
And what the young man said is right, in the future, if you are afraid of being chased by the master with a stick to chant sutras, just buy a copy of "Su Nu Sutra" from the foot of the mountain, come back and tear off the covers of "Quanzhen Dao Sutra" and "Beidou Huangting Sutra", Posted in "Su Nu Jing".
It's no wonder that the purple-clothed young man has such a high level of cultivation. He took the Grand Master's uncle to heaven with just one stamp of his feet. It turned out that he worked hard day and night to understand the Tao. How come they couldn't think of this method?
Wudang Mountain has two pools, four pools and eighty-one peaks. The mountains are extremely beautiful. Looking from above, the scenery is even more beautiful. But at this time, the little Taoist who loves riding bulls to look at the mountains, water and clouds is not in the slightest mood. Looking at the scenery, my mind is full of the twenty-four bridges on a moonlit night, and the beauties in the sky of ice and fire. This sentence is difficult and obscure, and must be understood carefully.
Seeing the little Taoist priest glance at his fan from time to time, Jingzhou asked, "Want to see it?"
Hong Xixiang's face didn't turn red, his heart didn't beat, and he didn't feel any shame at all when he was caught doing bad things. He said seriously: "I want to enlighten myself."
Apart from anything else, when was the time when the little Taoist priest was caught by his senior brother reading forbidden books that Taoists despise, and he didn't look calm?
In terms of face, it is probably three points thicker than the Turtle Support Monument on Little Lotus Peak.
"Hahaha, you are really interesting as a Taoist priest. You are right about enlightenment. As you practice Taoism and practice Taoism, in the end, you cannot avoid the word love. How can you destroy human desires and preserve the way of heaven when you are born as a human being?" Jing said. Zhou touched in his arms and took out a book written when the night was long and he couldn't fall asleep.
The little Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and then laughed a few times. Isn't this a member of my generation?
It's a pity that many senior brothers always feel that reading banned books is shameful.
"I heard that you can make elixirs. Every book you write is no worse than this one." Jing Zhou casually turned the pages of the book, and the little Taoist priest shouted "Deal!"
After just one glance, Hong Xixiang knew that this strange book was definitely not comparable to the books Xu Fengnian gave him.
Third Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, this time I will blow up the bronze alchemy furnace for you, and I will have to replace him with ten or eight books.
At Hu Kui's speed, he went up and down the mountain, and in just a moment, he arrived at Little Lotus Peak.
After getting off Hukui, the little Taoist priest led the way while flipping through the "History of the Golden Vase" with paintings on it. He read the two pages back and forth five or six times, but he was still interested. It was really written by a famous scholar. Great book! This book is a thousand times better than those little blue books given to him by the ill-intentioned prince.
The little Taoist turned to the homepage again, looked at the big words "It's time for Da Lang to take medicine" and asked, "Is Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng a young master?"
Jingzhou said honestly: "No, he wrote the book, I drew the pictures, and I ghostwrote the words."
After walking for a while, the little Taoist priest who had been reading with his head down suddenly pricked up his ears and said worriedly: "There seems to be trouble ahead."
Jingzhou narrowed his eyes and said, "It's okay to be a little troublesome."
Hong Xixiang wanted to walk in a hurry, but Jingzhou walked neither hastily nor slowly. He had no choice but to slow down as well.
The bamboo forest was not long at first, but Hong Xixiang was stunned to read "The History of the Golden Vase" from beginning to end before the two of them finished it.
In the hut next to the White Elephant Pond at the end of the bamboo forest, two groups of people looked at each other. When they heard the sound of footsteps, everyone looked aside.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who had blood on his lips, was overjoyed. He didn't feel the pain in his hand, which had a big gaping hole in the tiger's mouth. He hid his joy the next moment and rolled his eyes to think about it. This bastard Mountain Ghost has caused quite a stir in Qingzhou. Kill him. Thousands of people are considered rebels in the eyes of the imperial court. Beiliang should not be involved with the imperial rebels at this time.
After thinking about it for a moment, Xu Fengnian was too lazy to think about it. What the hell, Xu Xiao would be the one to clean up the mess in the end.
The little clay figurine standing aside had red eyes, and her thin lips were bitten with a few traces of blood. When she saw the familiar figure, tears welled up in her eyes.
The fish young Wei who was protecting the little clay figure was slightly distracted. The next moment, she hugged Wu Meiniang and ran forward with tears in her eyes: "Master, Wu Meiniang is going to die."
Jing Zhou consoled him: "Cats have nine lives, how can they die so easily?"
"Really?" Yu Youwei choked and sobbed. Wu Meiniang was kicked by the white-faced and beardless old man just now, and she flew more than ten feet away.
"Look." Jingzhou picked up the white cat that was stained with a lot of mud in Yu Youwei's arms, and slapped it twice on the back, as if the dead cat meowed again.
Fish Young Wei took the white cat and cried with joy.
Hong Xixiang tilted his head and glanced at the situation, then stepped back consciously and hid in the bamboo forest, sighing: "Why should a woman embarrass a woman?"
This woman who came down from the mountain just destroyed Jiang Ni's vegetable garden and slapped her in the face. It was really terrible.
This is the woman in the book who is lovely, not fierce but obedient, I would be shocked to see her more.
Standing aside was a young man with a pair of jade beads in his hand and a few tiny freckles on the tip of his nose. Seeing the man in purple treating himself and the others like nothing, he became even more angry with Xu Fengnian, a bastard who couldn't spit out ivory. Up three points.
It's okay for Xu Fengnian to be arrogant. After all, she is the prince of Beiliang. This person in purple clothes can't even look at her. Who can borrow the courage?
She was just about to give instructions to the burly man beside her to break the hands and feet of the purple-clothed boy in front of her. The old eunuch accompanying her whispered in her ear: "Princess, look at the evil beast in the bamboo forest. This man is very likely to They are the people who caused trouble in Qingzhou a few days ago."
Princess Sui Zhu, who was disguised as a woman, kicked the old eunuch and said angrily: "So what, does he still dare to hurt me?"
The Crown Prince, who looked at Princess Sui Zhu all over, glanced at Jingzhou. Seeing that the ghost didn't respond, he threw two more words in succession and made a few small movements, which probably meant that the woman wrapped in cloth in front of her had an origin. Not small, killing is a hassle.
He was sure that the mountain ghost could understand what he meant, but Xu Fengnian couldn't figure out what this guy was doing. Who knew what the mountain ghost would do, but he was also the favorite princess on the dragon throne, so don't It really killed me.
After comforting Yu Youwei, Jingzhou took a few steps forward, looked at the red and swollen face of the little clay figurine, and said softly: "Girl, I didn't give you sword skills, why don't you practice it?"
Come on, I don’t know what this silly girl has been thinking about all day long. She was the same as she was when he left, and she is still the same now, with not even a little bit of inner strength in her body.
Sure enough, the profession of master is not a good job. It's okay to meet a lazy apprentice, and you can always use bamboo shoots to stir-fry meat to spur him on. But it's troublesome to meet a stupid apprentice who doesn't want to learn the sword.
After living in the prison of Beiliang Prince's Mansion for a long time, this girl probably thought that except Xu Fengnian who dared to bully her, no one else dared to point fingers at her, let alone slap her on the ear?
Jiang Ni said aggrievedly: "This bastard Xu Fengnian orders me to do this and that all day long, where does he get the time?"
Xu Fengnian said anxiously: "Little clay figurine, don't talk nonsense. Every word is worth a penny. Who is it that Pidianpidian took the initiative to read to my son?"
