Mr. Wu smiled brightly, raised his head and said, "I am nearly sixty years old this year. I have done nothing in my life. In this life, I can do something insignificant for the people of the world. I am willing to do it. Even if I am punished by God, I am willing to do it."
The Taoist priest suddenly turned his head, looked at Mr. Wu with piercing eyes, and said in awe, "I underestimated you. It turns out that you already knew that such an act would be punished by God. You are indeed a man."
The Taoist priest turned his head to look at Yang Fan and let out a surprised sigh.
"This noble man, it's so strange to see that I can't see your luck. Are you not from this world?"
"Bold! You devil, you dare to be rude in front of Uncle Dingyuan, and if you dare to talk nonsense again, someone will pull out your tongue." Donkey Dan was furious. This bull-nosed man dared to say nothing and attack the master. It's terrible. What is unbearable?
Suddenly, the servants looked at the demon with ferocious faces. As soon as the master nodded, they immediately rushed forward and chopped him into seventeen or eighteen pieces.
"You are Uncle Dingyuan. Uncle Dingyuan has such a great name, why are you just a young boy?" the Taoist priest said in surprise.
Yang Fan smiled and said: "It's high and pure, spiritual and beautiful, and its tragic songs are bright and clear. Sir, you are persistent."
The Taoist priest laughed dumbly and said, "It's right. If you have ambition, it's not your age. If you don't have ambition, you will only live a hundred years in vain. It's just like a frog in a poor Taoist well."
This Taoist priest is familiar with Taoism and knows the origin of Yang Fan's two sentences.
It is high and clear, spiritual and beautiful, and its tragic song is loud in space. This sentence is quoted from the Taishang Cave Xuan Lingbao Immeasurable Man's Excellent Grade Miaojing, also known as the Yuanshi Immeasurable Man's Excellent Grade Miaojing, or simply the Saving People's Sutra.
The meaning of this sentence is that those with high moral standards should let nature take its course, be quiet and do nothing, and have a beautiful soul. Don't engage in adultery and sing tragic songs into the sky. That is to say, be pure-hearted, respect facts, and seek truth from facts. Don’t have preconceptions about things in the world, let alone use worldly perspectives to create discrimination.
Yang Fan cupped his hands and said, "Sir, you are walking on the wind, and you have a fairy-like posture. He must be an expert in this world. I don't know what you can teach me."
"Now in the grassland outside the Great Wall, Uncle Dingyuan is one of three people in the world. There are more than 300,000 string-controlling men in Monan Mongolia and millions of war horses. I am afraid that Uncle Dingyuan's territory in Zunhua has no less than 100,000 soldiers. This is Compete for the capital of the world. If you can hide it from the emperor, you can't hide it from the poor Taoist." The Taoist said with a solemn face. "Since the Qin and Han Dynasties, the Central Plains dynasty has never occupied the grassland. Now it is the first time in thousands of years. Uncle Dingyuan naturally has great luck, but it is a pity that the poor man cannot understand it. How dare you talk nonsense."
The corners of Yang Fan's mouth twitched and he muttered in his heart that this demon had good luck today. If Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru were here, he would definitely tell the truth. Those two ladies were so cruel that they would never allow anyone to know the Yang family's true trump card.
But the Taoist priest wasn't stupid either. He looked around. The servants around Yang Fan all seemed to be looking at where he could use the knife. He said helplessly: "But today, I can be of a little help."
Yang Fan cupped his hands and said, "Please give me some advice, sir."
"This tree must not move. This is the turning point. A big tree between heaven and earth is like a nail, nailing the air flow. Once it shakes, the air flow will be dissipated, which will be troublesome."
"A tree, a wood, how can it be nailed?" Mr. Wu shook his head. Gold and silver have been used since ancient times, and in the end they had to be metal objects. I'm afraid the effect of wooden nails is not satisfactory.
"Hmph! You are not convinced that you are not good at learning. There is a tree between heaven and earth. It plays the role of communicating between heaven and earth. It is the connection point between heaven and earth. This tree is probably a thousand years old. It has been struck by lightning. Can lightning suppress it? live."
Mr. Wu was speechless. There was nothing in this world that thunder and lightning could not stop.
Even in later generations, many people are opposed to building high-voltage power towers near their homes because they are afraid of damaging the feng shui. Electricity is very powerful. It is best to keep big windmills far away from your home. That thing belongs to the top-pressing evil, the flying knife evil, the sickle evil... All in all very bad.
Ordinary lightning strikes on wood have limited effects. But if it is a lonely tree on a mountain top or in a plain, it should not be underestimated. This is the bridge between heaven and earth. If the trees are struck by lightning, they are still lush and green. It is even more powerful, far beyond the comparison of ordinary lightning strikes.
This tree is blessed by the power of heaven and earth, and it has been struck by lightning and has the attribute of thunder.
Can really nail it.
Mr. Wu blushed for a while, bowed his head and said, "I'm so stupid, sir, please teach me."
"Hmph, forget it, I'll do it." The Taoist priest took out a talisman, held an ancient pine-patterned sword, and murmured words as he walked quickly around the big tree. After walking around for a few times, he suddenly stopped and slapped the talisman on the tree trunk.
The yellow paper was pasted on the tree trunk, and Yang Fan looked at it with interest. But the next moment, the yellow paper suddenly spontaneously ignited without wind, flashing a dazzling golden light, and the pop sound was actually absorbed by the trees. It's like nothing happened.
Then, everyone's eyes flashed. This sloppy Taoist priest also disappeared.
A word came from the distance: "Bury the bronze cannon in the pit on the east side."
Everyone turned to look and saw that the Taoist priest was already skiing down the uphill slope on a wooden board at a speed as fast as the wind and lightning. Everyone was stunned.
Yang Fan smiled bitterly and ran as fast as he could. He also knew that what he said was inappropriate, for fear that he would have murderous intentions.
"Go and find out. What this person said today is not allowed to be spread. Otherwise, military law will be engaged." Yang Fan said with a straight face.
Everyone was frightened and shouted, "Hey!"
There is indeed a crack in the mountain three hundred meters to the east. Just throw a hundred copper cannons in, and then let the engineers blow up the cliff next to it. It saves a lot of trouble.
Yang Fan said to Mr. Wu: "Sir, don't worry. The Taoist didn't know why. He was afraid that we would shoot holes in the tree and destroy the tree, so he told us to move to a safer place. You see, it is buried in the crack in the mountain. May I."
Mr. Wu took out the compass and examined it carefully, then pointed at the stars, and then nodded, meaning it had no effect.
"Although I don't know what is in this tree, or what kind of plane that man was flying on the tree just now. But as long as it does not affect our affairs, there is no need to destroy other people's arrangements. The beauty of a gentleman. Just do it in this crack." Yang Fan Said with a smile. I met an interesting person today.
One hundred bronze cannons were put into the crack with ropes, with the muzzles facing the direction of Shenyang. Then engineers blew down the stone wall and completely buried the place.
Mr. Wu was very satisfied with the work of the engineers and said to Yang Fan: "This arrangement can suppress the luck of the slaves for at least ten years."
Yang Fan nodded and said, "Then I'm relieved. Let's set out tomorrow morning and go up the river to see the source of the Onan River. Let's see what the place where the proud man of heaven, Long Xing, looked like."
Mr. Wu also stroked his beard and smiled and said: "I have wanted to see it for a long time, but I have never had the chance. This time it is thanks to the proprietor's blessing. Otherwise, I, an old man, would not dare to go wild in the territory of the Chechen Khan. It is to the east. The Daxianbei Mountains are the birthplace of the Donghu ethnic group, and the southwest is not far from the Dragon City where the Huns worshiped the heavens. It is really a mysterious land."
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