Further to the west of Yalonglin, there is a towering mountain, which is a geomantic treasure land. The mountain cage is green and pleasant all year round.
The height of the mountain is hard to describe. I can only feel the long clouds passing by my feet. Standing on the top of the mountain, I can see the world. From the foot of the mountain, everyone looking at the top of the mountain can look at each other from a distance through the sea of rolling clouds. It is a fairyland below the mountain, and it is also a fairyland on the mountain. There is a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. Different from other Taoist temples, it is really a small sparrow with all the internal organs. Putting aside the splendor of exotic flowers and plants, the entire Taoist temple is made of mutton-fat jade. Even the statues of the Sanqing Dynasty in the main hall are not ordinary clay sculptures, but are made of a mixture of gold and silver. They are extremely magnificent. , there are many nobles and wealthy people around Caixiantan, but there are only a few who can decorate the Taoist temple so magnificently.
There is only an old Taoist priest and a young Taoist priest on the mountain. The two of them have been here for ten years. But the strange thing is that apart from the old Taoist, the young Taoist boy rarely comes down the mountain, and there is usually no one there until two or three years. I saw this little Taoist boy carrying a bamboo basket that was taller than him, staggering down the mountain. The mountain wind was swift, lifting up the Taoist boy's hair and robe, carved with pink and jade, but it had a dusty meaning. Very rich.
"Master, I'm free today, so why do I have time to watch what's going on down the mountain?" The Taoist boy sat down on the cliff, holding two vermilion fruits in his hand, handed one to the old Taoist, and put the remaining one on the hem of his clothes. It's so raw that you can rub it cleanly and chew it with relish.
"Why, the poor Taoist is tired of staying on the mountain. He can't even take a look at the scenery. Isn't he going to suffocate the poor Taoist to death?" The old Taoist was not angry. He put a pair of old hands on the Taoist boy's head and rubbed it hard. As a result, the Taoist boy attracted the attention. After a long pause, he put his hands back into his Taoist robe angrily and sighed, "My disciple is too old to be in charge. God is unfair, so let me, a poor Taoist priest, die in the mountains. I can be considered an infinite deity."
The Taoist boy sneered: "Master, it's right for a monk to show off his dignity. Looking at the extremely extravagant furnishings in this Taoist temple, he has the nerve to say that he is poor and trapped. Tsk, why did Da Feng get so confused in the first place and choose such an unreliable person? Master."
The old Taoist frowned, his dim eyes widened: "Nonsense! If you didn't have money, how could you still eat that little holy fruit? That tree is very valuable, but it was transported thousands of miles away from Nanli. If the roots were accidentally lost, the whole tree would wither. It cost a thousand taels of silver to get such a tree, just so that our master and disciple could have something sweet to eat on the mountain. You said this, you are a real master. It’s heartbreaking.”
The Taoist boy snorted and said, "You shouldn't use gold and silver to build your body. Taoist temples are supposed to be places of purity. It's outrageous that they are always contaminated with worldly money." He was a famous young genius in the Taoist sect. Naturally, he highly respected Taoism and Taoist rules, but his master's actions were too outrageous. Not to mention being tainted with the secular world all day long, he was very tired of putting a Taoist temple in such a state.
The old Taoist smiled, spit out the fruit core, and buried it in the gap in the soil under his feet. He carefully covered it with soil, took out a kettle and poured a little water into it, and said softly: "There is a Buddhist saying, which means that meat and wine pass through the intestines. The Buddha kept in his heart that if people in the world follow me, it will be like entering the devil's path. Although people in the world always forget the second half of the sentence, the first half of the sentence is not unreasonable. You might as well think about it carefully. If you wear gold, silver, and a luxurious house, can you not be a good Taoist priest? The world pays attention to purity and asceticism, but no one has ever thought that if they really regard money as dung, then why should they avoid it like snakes and scorpions? In the final analysis, it is not the fault of the money, but the uncertainty of the human heart."
"Look at the young man in the depths of the forest. He has the same virtue as his master. He likes to travel around the world with an empty cloth pocket. Isn't he still full of joy and full of chivalry?" The old Taoist straightened his left hand and put it on the awning to look down.
In the caged forest, the young man was silent.
There were all broken feathers of birds in front of them. It was obvious that the cicada net was not damaged by the impact of the group of birds, but almost destroyed the bird formation. In the conflict, the giant spear collapsed, but the shield was not affected. What was even worse at this moment was that the cicadas seemed to have noticed that the young man was at his wits end. No matter how loud the cicada chirping was, the net-like cicada curtain would already be within ten steps of the young man. The young man could even clearly see the hair on the cicada's belly. Moiré.
Immediately, the young man who was retreating smelled a fragrant fragrance, like orchid and musk deer, which made his whole body feel comfortable, and he felt as if he had transformed into an immortal. The young man had a bad heart. If there were strange things emitting fragrance in the desolate forest, it would be okay. But the terrible thing is that the cicadas finally couldn't bear the murderous intention and released the strange poison, which spread with the wind in the forest. Then the consequences would be ,it goes without saying.
Do you really want to die here? The young man jumped over a bush with a determined look on his face. Since I can't escape and hide, it's better to turn around and fight, which will be more satisfying. With the thought coming together, the young man concentrated his mind, pulled out the broken sword, turned back and glared at the oncoming group of cicadas, and straightened his body.
"Another master who is not afraid of death." On the top of the mountain, the old Taoist shook his head, his eyes full of memories. I think there was such a young man back then. Like most charlatans, he took life and death lightly and traveled all over the world with one man and one sword. It is estimated that those old guys at that time did not expect that the young swordsman who was like an ant in their eyes would stumble around in the rivers and lakes, just strolling up to them, and even stepped on some people's heads to reach the peak of swordsmanship. decades.
"The poor swordsman of the poor Taoist is very poor, but I guess your master has no time to take care of him at the moment, so I have to do it for you and lend you some bad swordsmanship." The old Taoist took off his hair crown, took out an animal bone hairpin, and walked down the mountain. He tossed it and laughed loudly, "At worst, your master owes Pindao countless geniuses, treasures, silver, wine and food. You can pay it back for him in the future."
Amidst the sound of laughter, the bone hairpin fell off the cliff, and after a few breaths, it was close to the bottom of the valley; the strong wind blew the bone hairpin like a willow in the wind, swaying unsteadily. The Taoist boy was curious and quickly leaned over to take a look. Ordinary people know that from the beginning to the end, the size of the hairpin has not changed at all, until it is close to the bottom of the valley and can be settled.
A hairpin is still a hairpin, but how can there be a three-foot-long hairpin in the world, and how can there be such a majestic hairpin?
Yun Zhongfu, who was unknown how many miles below, reached his heart and slowly said, "Go back." There was a stream at the foot of the mountain, and when the three-foot bone hairpin was about to fall, he stopped gently. The tip of the hairpin touched the water, making waves, and then flashed like thunder, rushing into the sky until it disturbed the clouds.
The sea of clouds rolled and rose, covering the old Taoist crane's white beard, leaving only a long mark between heaven and earth.
Then the young man raised the broken sword in his hand and threw it gently. What was surprising was that the sword did not fall, but hovered in the young man's hand and moved forward slowly, bypassing the cicadas.
The boy in white was smiling broadly.
"Come here."
The bone hairpin flew back into Lao Dao's bun in an instant.
The broken sword also returned to Yun Zhong's palm in an instant.
The chirping of cicadas stopped abruptly.
In the caged forest, heaven and earth roar.
