Towering courtyard walls with moss-green tiles and gray tiles loom on the mountain road, and a wood door is hidden by green bamboo along the road. At this time, with just a little push, you can walk into the ancient Taoist temple and smell the rising smoke.
After experiencing the turmoil that night, Jiang Wen was wary of things with fragrance, always feeling that he could smell something ominous.
Walking close to the main hall, the cold wind quietly surrounds the room, and the sound of chanting can be heard faintly.
Although they were nearly killed by soldiers that night, the White Lotus Sect's behavior was more upright than that of the Qing soldiers. They did not do any dirty things like scraping gold powder and searching their stomachs. The clay statues in the main hall could still enjoy the incense with their eyes slightly closed, making waves. Not surprised but also a little lucky.
Jiang Wen sent his disciples to play in the courtyard. He walked into the main hall and immediately saw the old Taoist priest who was chanting sutras with his head lowered. From behind, his hair looks gray, like a weathered pine.
"Jiang Wen."
Before he opened his mouth, the old Taoist priest seemed to have eyes in his back, revealing his identity.
"Ma'am, you're fine."
The two of them greeted each other tacitly and fell silent. Jiang Wen sat casually on the futon, looking at the top of the Sanqing Hall of the Taoist Temple, slowly counting the number of rafters on it.
I don’t know if this ancient hall has a spirit, and whether it knows that in the future there will no longer be little Taoist priests wearing ill-fitting robes, pretending to be sophisticated and asking pilgrims about their coming every day.
And Jiang Wen could no longer see the child who pestered him all day long to read strange stories.
Yuan Huazi recited a sutra, added sesame oil to the oil lamp, and when he stood up to get some incense, he interrupted Jiang Wen's reverie.
"Jiang Wen, your health seems to have improved a lot."
Jiang Wen nodded, leaned on the futon without getting up, stretched out his left hand and held it in concentration, and a powerful suction force came out of thin air, and he inhaled a handful of incense sticks in the air.
"It can be said to be a blessing in disguise. My Qi disorder has healed much better than before. Although I still have some hesitation when it comes to taking action, I have been able to regain some of my power every day."
As the saying goes, if you play the erhu with full health, you can play the whole picture with residual health. Jiang Wen was very satisfied with the fact that he had recovered a successful result by accident. At least it would be easier to beat people up. And a certain Tianjian who seems to be awesome is not as good as himself.
The general formula of Dugu's Nine Swords was completely too weak. That night, with just one sword, Wang Mang's withered head was cut off on the corpse wall.
The mirage snail seemed to be trying to survive by cutting off its tail, and it spattered out a stream of smelly mucus like blood, which instantly burned into Jiang Wen's skin before he could dodge it.
Jiang Wen did not expect that taking the Immortal Zhi internally would be dangerous, and the liquid applied externally would also be extremely dangerous. In just a moment, the spores on Jiang Wen's body spread and penetrated inside. The body on the verge of collapse seemed to have its own consciousness, and each one wanted to fall apart.
However, the most terrifying aspects of the elixir of life were the dissolution of the five internal organs and the transformation of green energy, but Jiang Wen was defeated.
Although Hongyang Saint Child's skills are pure, he only practices the Heavenly Master's Pill Breathing Technique diligently, and the body-protecting Gangqi cannot protect his lungs and internal organs. And Jiang Wen possesses countless internal skills, including some of the most wonderful and top-notch internal skills. He has already tempered his internal organs and meridians countless times.
Before the sudden intrusion of the elixir of life could trigger the transformation of flesh and blood, the internal energy including Nine Yang and Nine Yin, Yi Jin Marrow Cleansing, and Northern Ming Bahuang were counterattacked by their own movement, forcibly suppressing the tendency of the five internal organs to dissolve, like a millstone. Eliminate abnormalities and feed yourself back.
"I didn't expect you to come back alive."
Yuan Huazi did not hide anything and always spoke straightforwardly, "Since ancient times, those who can come back alive from the Jiahe Immortal Banquet are considered to be the best in the world - now that you have come back, it is difficult for the old Taoist to admit this."
Jiang Wen laughed.
"Master, haven't you come back alive? Isn't it interesting to praise yourself in such a roundabout way?"
After speaking, Jiang Wen was silent for a while, and then said calmly, "To be honest, if I were to do it again, I'm not sure I would be willing to draw the sword, let alone be able to come back alive."
When Jiang Wen swung that sword, he didn't know how far it could go.
He just feels that this eternal life is too heavy, like the most ridiculous ambition hidden deep in his heart. If he is not willing to let go, it will only drag him down.
At that time, Jiang Wen believed that he could at best use the power of his sword to drive away the barbarians, and even prepared to be kind like a knight of the Western Jin Dynasty.
But now, looking at the scene of rocks and landslides on Manting Peak, Jiang Wen clearly succeeded.
Using the Beiming Divine Skill to use the Dugu Nine Swords, he used the Taoist secrets of the free world to activate the exquisite external skills of Yili. While the power increased step by step, it also brought him into contact with a mysterious and mysterious realm - this is the avenue of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. , seems to have the meaning of chasing people out.
What's more important is that his sword also awakened a sleeping existence in the "Void Immortal Realm".
As the entire chaotic universe began to boil, the mirage conch that forcibly opened the passage to the fairy world was seriously injured and eventually torn apart by the backlash.
Jiang Wen knew that martial arts alone could never create such power that shocked the world, but what if Shen Miaoxi only sensed the existence of these martial arts at that time?
For example... Liu Tu! ?
"Master, why is there such a thing on Manting Peak? Why did Yao's archer hide the elixir here? Why did the Queen Mother of the West have to give away the elixir?"
Jiang Wen had so many questions, but he didn't know where to start. Everything seemed to have answers, but he didn't seem to understand anything.
Suddenly a chime sound sounded, and the sound of gold and jade vibrated in the hall.
"How can you know that immortality is not a disaster? Do you really know the story of Dayi?"
Jiang Wen nodded affirmatively.
"Houyi shot the sun and Chang'e flew to the moon. I just reviewed it again recently, which made me think that what I read before was a fake book."
"Without learning or skills, I think you are reading fake books! I usually ask you to read more and less of the notes of the Strangers!"
Yuan Huazi said very ironically, slowly opening his eyes and brushing away the incense ashes in front of him, "Houyi is not the great Yi, and Chang'e is not the same as Chang'e!" It is recorded in "Lingxian" by Zhang Heng of the Han Dynasty that "I will not die if I wish" The medicine was given to the Queen Mother of the West, and Chang'e stole it and flew to the moon. Later, she gave it to Youhuang, and Huangzhan called it auspicious. Chang'e then put her body on the moon, and it became a toad."
After speaking, he glanced at Jiang Wen meaningfully.
"Now, do you know the meaning of the story?"
Jiang Wen and the old Taoist priest looked at each other. Their mouths slowly grew larger and could no longer be closed. They didn't even have time to retort to the old Taoist priest's sarcasm.
After knowing the truth about the elixir of immortality, Jiang Wen easily interpreted the story into different meanings. Chang'e was curious about the effect of the elixir of immortality, and she thought she hoped to be immortal and youthful forever. However, she was unsure before taking it, so she asked a wizard for divination.
To this day, it is still unclear whether the "good luck" in this divination refers to whether your wishes will come true or if your life will not be in danger after eating it.
But Jiang Wen could imagine the surprise and anger in Dayi's heart when he returned home and saw a large, transformed toad lying in his house, alone and wanted to talk to him...
"Well, if it were me, let alone stuffing it into the cracks in the rocks of Wuyi Mountain, I would even have the determination to dig out the Moho interface and throw it into the mantle!"
Yuan Huazi said no more. Although the secret of immortality that the master had kept for many years had no meaning in keeping silent, there was no need to tell it to everyone. So he slowly sat back on the futon and recited it again. Scripture.
"What sutra does the real person recite?"
"The old Taoist vows to recite the "Supreme Suffering Sutra" thousands of times to help all living beings go astray and save them from the suffering of being lost."
The old Taoist priest spoke calmly as usual, but Jiang Wen saw a hint of loneliness in his rickety figure. Even though the warm winter sun was still shining on him, there were no more lazy and distracted disciples who could listen to his nagging. Talked.
Reciting the sutra thousands of times is still not worth calling Master face to face.
Jiang Wen looked at Ningdie running wildly in the yard, Wen Ding practicing martial arts, and Xiao Shitou in a daze, and fell into silence.
The sound of sutras, the sound of the wind, the rustling of tree branches, the shadows of people, the shadows of window lattice, and the curling shadows of light smoke.
You can hear a needle drop in the main hall, but you can't tell which sounds are real and which sounds are illusory. It seems that the treasure sutra of rescuing people from suffering can transform reality into emptiness, penetrate barriers, and resolve the depression in people's hearts that is difficult to see with the naked eye.
Listening to Yuan Huazi's low-pitched singing, Jiang Wen suddenly remembered a saying that there are actually three times of human death.
The first time is when the vital signs disappear, as death with its own biological significance; the second time is when cremation mourns and the registered residence is canceled, as death with social significance in the eyes of relatives and friends; the third time is when the last person who remembers him dies, can When everything that proves his existence disappears, this is the final silent death.
The funny thing is that some people carve their names into stones, and the names rot earlier than the corpses.
After a long time, as Yuan Huazi rang the bronze chime, Jiang Wen also stood up from the futon and asked casually, "Master, I still don't know the name of the little Taoist priest."
"Originally, I delayed officially accepting him into the entrance wall because I was afraid of something unexpected."
Yuan Huazi was a little thirsty, so he stopped reciting the Sutra of Rescue from the Suffering and looked at Jiang Wen with eyes that were so clear that he didn't look like an old man.
"According to the order set by Immortal Master Bai Yuchan that 'all living beings will look up to the benevolent, all things will become good, and nature will learn Yuan Gong', the old Taoist Taoist name already has the character 'Yuan', so my disciple's Taoist name was originally planned to be called Gong. mysterious."
"...The co-authorship is arranged according to Journey to the West? Give me back my touch."
Jiang Wen was silent for a while, then took out a folded rice paper from his sleeve.
"He was originally most afraid of listening to the scriptures. You actually wanted to recite the scriptures to him ten thousand times. It is simply heartbreaking. This is something I owe the Taoist Priest. You have great magic power, so just burn it to him during class. "
Jiang Wen threw the paper away and walked out of the hall without looking back.
"If he still wants to hear stories about strange things in the future, let him come to me with his dreams. My personal experience is much more interesting than hearsay. Forget about the outsiders, Ningdie, Wen Ding, Xiao Shitou, the Wuyi sect is gathering!"
"Yes, Master."
"Master, I asked where to go..."
"Anyway, I will go wherever Master goes!"
Silently listening to the laughter and footsteps outside the door gradually disappearing from Huixian Temple, Yuan Huazi stood there for a long time before picking up the rice paper on the ground.
I saw a poem written on it with crooked calligraphy and clear lines -
I also came to ask who always wanted to be surprised. Who advised him to take bait and cook quartz? It's hard to look back on the beauty that has passed away. In the moonlight, the laurel in the toad palace holds the ice. Empty mountain place, listen temporarily. Is there anyone in the world who lives forever? Xi Ru looked back at Beichen Xing.
Yuan Huazi didn't know what Jiang Wen meant when he wrote this poem. Maybe it was a tacit understanding between the two of them.
In fact, there was one thing Yuan Huazi didn't tell Jiang Wen.
I don’t know why the water tank in the backyard has always been full even though I have never drawn water.
The one who was originally responsible for drawing water.
Just the little apprentice.
