Using his footsteps as a measuring stick to measure the mountains and rivers of the Da'an Dynasty from south to north and from east to west, Zhang Wenfeng walked around the world with his sword, whether it was a barren mountain wilderness or a prosperous city. He did not deliberately or pretentiously rest wherever he went.
He is a trafficker and a pawn, a fisherman, a woodcutter, a farmer and a reader, and has met people from all over the world.
Those who encounter robbers and robbers kill them casually, and those who encounter illness and poverty readily heal them.
He does not seek fame or profit, and he gives alms as he pleases. After cultivating to his current state of mind, he has long lost the worldly thoughts of rescuing people from danger and rescuing the world. What he pursues in every word and deed is to coincide with his own path and the wider scope. If there is any deviation from the way of heaven, correct it and follow it.
Artesian fires pass from midsummer to midwinter, rarely staying in one place for more than ten and a half days.
You Meng Chang's ghost is so busy that he wants to stay somewhere longer before he appears. Other times, he can't see his shadow.
The sky was gray and the days were short in winter. You Meng Chang appeared next to Taoist Zhang who was climbing the mountain. He said with a smile: "Since we have arrived at the famous 'Moya Ancient Sutra Wall' today, we will stay here for a few days and see more than five thousand people." In the past few years, what kind of talented people have been added to the cliffs?"
Zhang Wenfeng looked up at the towering rocky mountain like an axe, nodding his head and saying "good".
Now he is content with whatever comes his way, and when he travels thousands of miles, he treats it as reciting thousands of scriptures.
Many years ago, he accompanied Yun Qiuhe to spend some time at the Moya Ancient Sutra Wall. He was inspired by a certain verse on the sutra wall and realized the meaning of the silk-wrapped sword. When he revisited his old place, he didn't have much emotion, only feeling the sutra. There are more and more monks observing in various parts of the mountain. There are crowds of people everywhere, and there is a bit of noise.
You Mengchang appeared as a middle-aged man and led Taoist Zhang to the valley in the southeast. Ignoring the other monks who were concentrating on each other, he pointed to the deep valley and said: "There are paths in the mountains, let's go to the hinterland of the mountains. Look. Back then, there were still some bad assessment rules, and it was not easy to get into the Scripture Mountain. Nowadays, things have changed a lot, but it has made it easier for me to know the way."
Clinging to the rugged rocks, he really used "walking" methods to find a path downwards.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the nearby monks who had not noticed their presence at all. Knowing that Old Man You had used unpredictable dream techniques, he quickly followed him down, spiraling all the way down into the darkness. As he walked, he walked into a In the quiet passage, strange rocks hang upside down, and water drops occasionally fall.
You Mengchang stopped in front of a mottled ancient stone door, grabbed the stone ring and knocked, "Dongdong...dong, dong," and shouted: "Ms. Jingmei, open the door. It is not the way to treat an old friend without seeing him. I want a drink of water and see if there is anything new on the scripture wall, so I won’t interrupt you much.”
Zhang Wenfeng was very surprised, there are still experts living in seclusion in this place?
He is now considered well-informed and has never heard of it.
After a while, a soft white light lit up in the deep passage, and there was a faint sound of silk and bamboo music coming from nowhere. It was pleasant to the ear. The closed stone door slowly opened with a heavy "creak" sound, and two teams of girls in white white skirts greeted them. out.
"Welcome to our distinguished guest, please come in!"
The girl in the palace skirt bowed neatly, revealing a large area of dazzling white skin.
You Mengchang laughed and cupped his hands and said, "Ms. Jingmei still talks about pomp and politeness, and You Mousheng has suffered."
He strode into the strange stone door with familiar steps, ignoring the shadows in the dark depths.
Zhang Wenfeng saw that the six girls who bowed down to welcome the guests were the bodies of world spirits. Somehow, they were able to completely dissolve the ghostly aura. He became more and more curious about the charming lady who lived in seclusion here?
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After walking through the door, the normally empty hall turned into a colorful garden from the outside, with orange lanterns lit everywhere and stars in the night sky above.
Zhang Wenfeng looked around at the strange flowers and trees, and walked along the shimmering jade path under his feet to an attic, where a maid in a pink skirt knelt down to salute.
"Invite you!"
Zhang Wenfeng walked into the attic. It was very spacious inside. He saw Chang You Meng, who looked like an old man, sitting cross-legged behind a jade table, talking to a woman covered in white gauze. He bowed and bowed. Zhang Wenfeng walked to the right. He sat down on the empty jade table.
Listening to the conversation between Mr. You and Lady Jingmei, it was obvious that they were familiar with each other. What they were talking about was the ancient almanac of more than five thousand years ago.
A maid came forward with a jade pot and poured a small glass of wine for You Mengchang and Zhang Wenfeng respectively.
You Mengchang picked up the wine cup and said with a smile: "I borrow flowers to offer to the fairy. I wish the fairy can get out of the cage as soon as possible and gain enlightenment and ascend to the fairy world!"
The charming lady's voice was as sweet as a ball of gold and jade, and she said with a smile: "I don't know how long or how long it will take, but today I have an old friend coming to visit me. I am overjoyed, and I am so happy!"
"please!"
Zhang Wenfeng said one word, and saw Lao You drinking it all in one gulp. He drank it happily. He checked it again and again with his consciousness and spiritual eyes. There was nothing wrong with the milky white wine, so he drank it slowly. The taste of the wine was light, as if he had drunk it. A cup of cold spiritual energy liquid is very nourishing for Yuan Qi.
After drinking the wine, a maid brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread them out on the jade table, and knelt down on the side to grind the ink carefully.
You Mengchang smiled and explained: "Young Daoist Zhang, do as the Romans do when you are in your hometown. Guests who can be entertained by fairies using 'Heavenly Spirit and Earthly Liquid' are qualified to leave calligraphy treasures. All the inscriptions that can be displayed on the 'Cliff Sutra Wall' came here." Left by the guest.”
The implication is that even if the text is carved on the stone wall, it cannot be done without the consent of Lady Mei.
You Meng held the pen long and dipped it in ink. He opened and closed the pen and wrote four words in ink: "Life is like a dream."
The maid held the scroll dripping with ink in front of Madam Jingmei. The woman did not comment and looked at the Taoist priest who was thinking with his chin crossed.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't know what the significance of this was. He thought for a while and wrote down a few ancient seal characters: "Noisy beats cold, quiet beats heat. Tranquility is the right thing for the world." Just as he was about to put down his pen, Lady Jingmei suddenly reminded her: "Dear guest, please leave your name."
You Mengchang looked astonished. It was a supreme honor to be able to mark someone's name with a stone. Silly boys are blessed with stupid blessings.
Zhang Wenfeng wrote his name on the side as instructed.
Lady Mei received the two calligraphy scrolls, said a few words, and served tea to see the guests off.
A maid led the two of them out of the attic. The outside had transformed into a valley with a forest of steles, with waves of bamboo waves and the faint fragrance of flowers.
You Mengchang walked among them and pointed out: "These are the authentic calligraphy works of the Forest of Steles that have been 'rubbed' by Madam Mei with her magical powers. It is your first time to come here, and it is easy to find an opportunity that suits you. Don't miss it. It's a good time to look for it. Don't delay." It doesn’t hurt to take a while.”
Zhang Wenfeng wanted to ask more, but saw that Old Man You was running faster than a rabbit in three or two circles and had disappeared in the middle of the forest of taller and taller steles. He had to rely on his own sense to search slowly. He wanted to quit and start looking again, but he couldn't find the original source. road.
The forests of steles on both sides are as tall as mountains, criss-crossing each other, and the fog is gradually rising.
He was lost in it, and the words he saw were as big as a house, and he couldn't get a full picture.
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