The mountains are like whips, and there are always rugged and steep places. Not to mention a pair of hands and feet, even a good horse's hooves are like ax wedges, digging into the cracks in the gravel on the mountain road, and the soft soil in the middle will also make the black horse very tired. After running like this for these days, the horses were quite tired, and their steps were no longer as steady as they were at the beginning. Moreover, the mountains now stood thousands of feet high, and there was not much ground to stand on firmly. Therefore, the sound of the black deer's breathing was... It gradually became a bit chaotic.
When the woman heard the horse wheezing, she naturally felt distressed. She twisted her right arm, as if the pain was temporarily gone, so she turned over and dismounted, so that the horse could go up the mountain more easily. Although her strength was weak, she could only stop and go. You can probably approach the top of the mountain slowly.
The old woodcutter just now had already done his best to be kind and righteous. Even though the woman really couldn't lift much strength, it would be shameful for her to bother him again.
Since you are on the road, it is your duty to turn a blind eye to other people's troubles. If you help, it is a favor. Whether it is Ling Du, the current leader of Ziluan Palace, or the eldest lady in Ziluan Palace, they have been taught this since childhood.
Since the old man saved her life, it was a great kindness, and he would repay her in the future. But no matter how troublesome he was, he couldn't explain the emotions and reasons.
In Dayuan, even women are heroic.
So the woman and the black horse walked along a mere six or seven miles of mountain road for nearly an hour before they could even see the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.
"My little friend has a strong Taoist heart. I admire you, but if you want to go up the mountain, you have to wait for a while."
On the top of the ancient tree in front of the woman, an old man spoke loudly, his voice was like a bell, and he didn't look old at all.
When the woman looked up, she saw an old Taoist standing on one of the treetops. He was wearing a black feather Taoist robe, his hair tied in a Taoist temple, his hair and beard dyed with snow. He had a kind face and an immortal spirit.
But only the bald whisk behind his back looked particularly eye-catching.
In the Taoist sect, anyone holding a whisk must keep the whisk on hand properly and neatly, so that it is not stained with dust. Firstly, it is the time to travel around the world, so as not to let others see the mountain gate clearly. Secondly, there is always a saying in the Taoist sect that it is called "hands". "Holding a fly whisk, one is born in the world of mortals." If the whisk is not neat and tidy, you will inevitably receive a lesson from your master and brothers. Therefore, for most Taoists, even if their Taoist robes are old, their whisks are as clean as new.
With the whisker behind the old Taoist in front of me, I'm afraid I will have to get scolded by the master in the mountain, copy the scriptures of previous sages hundreds of times, and memorize several volumes of documents, just to be able to barely erase some of my sins. Although folklore says that the Taoist sect's rules and precepts are not complicated and cumbersome, if you are new to the Taoist sect, it is not easy to abide by the rules and regulations.
There are not many people in the Dayuan Taoist Sect, but the woman has also read many classics and books, which contain dozens of Taoist rules, including the one of not dusting the dust.
In the world, I estimate that only Feilaifeng Li Baoyu dared to be so casual.
"Wen Yu, a descendant of Ziluan Palace, has met senior Daoshou."
Wen Yu reluctantly stood up straight and saluted respectfully. The black deer next to him also knew that this old Taoist was probably a great person, so he lowered his head and flexed his hooves slightly.
"There is no need to be polite. Since you are coming from the Purple Palace of the Yuan Dynasty, I should treat you with courtesy. But I have been busy with things recently, so I ignored the etiquette and asked the old man who chopped wood just now to greet me. Monks live in the mountains and fields for a long time. , I'm not polite enough, I hope you can forgive me." Li Baoyu was quite polite. After all, monks are based on modesty and kindness. Since they have come all the way up the mountain, it is their duty to greet him with courtesy.
Of course, in this list, we need to exclude the fat swordsman who eats, steals and hides.
"Everyone knows that Buddhism talks about fate. In fact, Taoism also pays attention to fate." The old Taoist floated down from the tree, stepped on the mountain road, and tapped lightly with the sole of his foot. It was not much heavier than a green leaf, and there was no trace of fireworks at all. "Purple Luan Palace and my mountain gate have some connections, and since my little friend is being held hostage, I should have helped with all my resources, but if the fate is shallow, even if I am willing to help, it will not help."
The Taoist turned around, sat cross-legged on the mountain road, and said with a smile, "I have three questions for you, little friend. Just answer them from your heart."
Wen Yu nodded and slowly sat down on the ground with his feet crossed, "Senior, please give me some questions."
Outside the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, a Taoist boy put up a pergola with his hands, looked down the mountain, and muttered, "Master also has a lot of things to do, and he doesn't invite people to sit on the mountain. He insists on stopping on the mountain road to ask questions. It's a shame for them. I have a good temper, otherwise I would have to pull off two beards and pass out from the pain, so as not to prevent me from going down the mountain all day long."
The white crane next to the Taoist boy rolled his eyes and gave the former his beak on the forehead. However, the Taoist boy dodged it sideways, grabbed his wings, and shamelessly sat on the crane's back, not forgetting to take care of him. Pull off two white feathers.
Bai He felt the pain, jumped up, carried the naughty Taoist boy and rushed straight up, breaking through the sea of clouds.
The sky is big and the earth is big, and the plucked hair is the biggest.
The Taoist boy begged for mercy, but he looked quite enjoying himself.
"One question, if my little friend has achieved a high level of cultivation in the future, and the formation is perfect, and looking at the rivers and lakes of the Great Yuan Dynasty, there is no single enemy. What do you want to do when you return home after your achievements?" Hearing that there is a crane flying into the sky behind him. When he got up, Li Baoyu didn't pay much attention, but asked straightly.
"Of course, today's shame will be returned to the Xumeng Mansion, so that there will no longer be a place for him in the Yuan Dynasty." Wen Yu answered calmly, without hiding anything.
Li Baoyu looked curious and raised his eyebrows and asked, "This answer is true, but since you have entered my Taoist sect, shouldn't it be logical to say that you are doing things for the benefit of the people in the world and doing things for the people?"
Wen Yu shook his head, but his tone remained solid, "Junior, I think that I am also a common person. Of course I have to do the so-called conspiracy for the world and the safety of the people, but before that, there is absolutely no reason to repay grievances with kindness; if I repay grievances with kindness, how can I repay them with kindness? Virtue."
The old Taoist clapped his hands and laughed, "Your little friend's answer is very similar to that of an old friend of mine. If I hadn't known before that my little friend is the Young Palace Master of Ziluan Palace, I would have thought that this kid was marrying a wife and having children without telling me. Well, you answered this first question very well."
"Second question, if I accidentally left one hundred taels of silver behind, even though I know where the silver coins ended up, the cost of driving back would be close to one hundred taels. I wonder if I would be willing to turn back. Go look for it?" Li Baoyu stopped laughing, but his expression was kinder than before, and he spoke with a smile.
Wen Yu was stunned, "Of course I don't want to."
The old Taoist did not comment, but said slowly, "What about replacing the loss of money with doing something wrong? Even if you know that turning back is a mistake, little friend, are you willing to go back and make amends?"
"Juniors believe that in life, one should learn the art of chess without regretting every move." The woman answered loudly.
"Okay." Li Baoyu stroked his beard, "I shouldn't ask this third question, but it is related to whether I am a beginner or not, so I have to ask it."
Wen Yu lowered his head and said, "Senior, you can do whatever you want."
The old Taoist still had a smile on his face, but his smile was slightly narrow.
"In a few years, I think my little friend will reach the age of leaving the court. I wonder what the ideal husband will look like?"
