The tea was steaming slightly, and Mr. Yun on the stage was talking. What he was talking about was not in the same category as Cao Fa. Although they were master-students, their styles were completely different.
Cao Fa talks about supernatural beings, while Mr. Yun is better at adapting some historical allusions or real events and then telling them through storytelling.
Often, such stories are actually more representative.
Both master and apprentice have their own strengths.
"The book continues from the previous chapter, saying that the young minister led a powerful general to die in the north..."
Chen Changsheng was not only shocked when he heard this familiar story.
Mr. Yun let out a long sigh and said: "Young Qing has a peerless talent, both in literature and martial arts, which can be said to be rare in this world. It's a pity that God doesn't care about him, which is really sad."
Mr. Yun only dared to say that this person was Shaoqing, but he did not dare to say his real name. This was because the time had passed and some words were taboo.
Listening to this story, Mr. Jin San said: "I have heard people talk about this young minister before. When I was in the Southern Region, I heard that this young minister was a monk when he came to Beijing. After coming down, he studied for one year and got the second place. Later, he went to Beijing to return to the Hanlin Academy. After he came out, he worked in the Ministry of Punishment and was later promoted to Shaoqing of Dali Temple."
"Chang Shaoqing." Chen Changsheng said.
After hearing this, Mr. Jin Sanye paused and asked, "Sir, do you know?"
"I met him in the early years." Chen Changsheng said bluntly.
After hearing this, Master Jin San was stunned for a moment and said, "Well, doesn't that mean that as early as Jingshi..."
Chen Changsheng nodded and said: "It's not something that can't be said. You have a lot of knowledge and you have probably guessed a lot of things."
Jin Sanye's lips slightly opened after hearing this.
Although he had expected it, what he knew now still made him feel a little shocked.
Mr. Jin couldn't help but think about it and asked, "Sir, you should recognize this young lady, right?"
Chen Changsheng nodded.
Mr. Jin Sanye continued: "When I traveled south to Qiuyuefang, I met an old man who was sweeping the mountain gate. I heard some stories from his mouth. This story was related to a Taoist temple called Liuyun."
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said: "Liuyun Temple, in the early years, the temple master was Hong Sancai, and he had three disciples, Xuantian, Xuandi, and Xuanhuang. After the old temple master Hong passed away, the two disciples of Tiandi came down the mountain. Go, Xuanhuang stayed alone on the mountain, and the next year there was a snowstorm, Taoist Xuanhuang adopted five disciples."
"In the name of the medicine, Changshan, Phytolacca, Scrophulariaceae, Perilla, Nanxing."
"It's a pity that Nanxing lost her body temperature in the heavy snow, and the cold was too severe, and she eventually died young."
Mr. Jin Sanye was stunned when he heard this.
Then he suddenly came to his senses and said, "Sir, can Jin San write these down?"
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng said: "Then Chen will tell you slowly, there is no need to rush."
Jin Sanye was overjoyed and immediately ordered people to prepare pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
In the midst of this noisy teahouse, he started writing and wrote down everything his husband said.
Everything must be done from scratch.
"Taoist Master Xuanhuang is a dull person..."
Chen Changsheng talked about Taoist Master Xuanhuang who liked to eat peaches. He was also the only monk in Chen Changsheng's mind who got it.
Maybe it doesn't matter in the eyes of others, but to Chen Changsheng, it definitely does.
Jin Sanye’s writing never stopped.
As he listened to what his husband said, his eyes became brighter and brighter.
'This is the monk...'
Mr. Jin Sanye was hearing what he thought of as a monk from his husband's mouth.
He believes that this is how monks should be in this world.
It's not about killing or practicing hard work. It should be like Taoist Master Xuanhuang, with a different temperament and a living person.
After talking about Xuanhuang, Chen Changsheng talked about those disciples again.
"Chang Shan practiced in the mountains in his early years. He had an excellent understanding and a very good character. Seeing that his disciples had their own abilities, Taoist Master Xuanhuang didn't want to delay them, so one day he drove them down the mountain. go……"
"You also know a little bit about what happens next."
"Chang Shan later became Chang Shaoqing and led his army to die in the northern border. Zisu and Shangluca followed the caravan to Mobei."
Jin Sanye asked: "What happened to Zisu and Phytolacca?"
Chen Changsheng paused and said: "In this matter, maybe you can check the historical data of Xi Xiao, and you may be able to find out something about Phytophthora silivia. Zisu was accepted as a disciple by the Immortal when he was in the Northern Desert. He is no longer in this world.”
"As for Scrophulariaceae..."
Chen Changsheng paused, shook his head and said, "After they came down the mountain, Chen didn't see him again. In his early years, I heard that he was in the northwest army, but later I didn't know where he went."
Mr. Jin Sanye asked: "Sir, according to Xiangshi records, Chang Shaoqing went to die in the north, but he actually did not die. He was later captured and imprisoned in prison. In his early years, I heard that Chang Shaoqing went to the capital to The Yin Shen Day Tour talked about this, saying that those people were supposed to be beheaded, but something went wrong that day. It was said that an immortal came down to earth and rescued Chang Shaoqing, and Peach Blossom Shang. The immortal came and rescued one person."
"Could it be Zisu who rescued Chang Shaoqing?"
Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "Not bad."
Mr. Jin suddenly understood and asked: "What about the Peach Blossom Immortal?"
"The peach blossoms are like immortals..."
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "Do you still remember the peach tree I just told you about?"
After hearing this, Mr. Jin paused and asked, "The peach tree Mr. planted in Liuyun Temple?"
"To be honest, sir, back then, I went to the temple to take a look. There were indeed peach trees, but they were already dead."
Chen Changsheng said: "That peach tree is the so-called Peach Blossom Immortal. It was also that day that the peach trees in the temple withered."
Chen Changsheng talked about Tong Zhihuan again.
He suddenly felt something strange.
These experiences of mine really seem like a book.
He told the story one by one.
"Demon?"
Mr. Jin Sanye was startled after hearing this and said: "That's it, that's it..."
He quickly started writing and recorded these things in short sentences, for fear of missing anything.
He was inexplicably excited.
If you tell such a story, it is not actually a good story, but it is a real story about immortals and mortals.
This is a real thing in the world, not something vague like rumors.
Although Jin Sanye met many people and heard many things along the way, he never recorded the story told by an 'immortal'.
The further he went on, the brighter Jin Sanye's eyes became.
Chen Changsheng took a sip of tea and asked, "Is there anything else you want to hear?"
Mr. Jin was a little embarrassed and said, "Can I still ask?"
"Of course, it's not an intrusion."
"Sir, can you tell me about the two Taoist priests Xuantian and Xuandi?"
"The two of them..."
