Zhao Rang usually hates others telling him the truth, or speaking unclearly and ambiguously, waiting for him to figure it out. You should speak clearly and clearly, whether you are making a request or asking for something, it is not difficult to speak clearly in a few sentences. Therefore, he didn't buy the old man's "deliberate" and roundabout "advice". He calmly broke off the roasted rabbit leg that he had been staring at, took a big bite, and chewed it in his mouth. , said vaguely:
"Old man, don't tell me these inexplicable things. I walked up so many steps because of your disciple. That little girl said, 'Uncle Master wants to see me.' As for what you are talking about after the steps, I don't understand. , too lazy to think about it.”
As he spoke, he swallowed the rabbit meat in his mouth, wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth, pointed to the golden statue of Lu Zu and continued:
"You also said that I am not a disciple of Baihe Mountain, and I don't believe it. Coming here to eat a rabbit leg of yours is what I should have eaten all the way up. If you have nothing else to do, I will be very busy. See you later, I’ll take my leave now!”
After that, Zhao Rang took the rabbit leg bone, bowed lazily, and was about to get up and leave.
The old gentleman did not try to persuade him to stay, but simply asked:
"Are you so anxious to go to the river?"
Zhao Rang smiled.
I felt in my heart that I was right.
How could the most senior master-uncle in Baihe Mountain want to see such an unknown person like himself for no reason?
Now he said "riverside" openly. This place name is known only to Zhao Rang and the people on the first floor, Zhang Zong and Aunt Shu. It shows that he has been aware of Zhao Rang's arrival for a long time. .
Zhao Rang didn't know who this great uncle was and what his name was. But his status in Baihe Mountain is so transcendent. You don't need to think about it to know how brilliant he must have been at the age when he was once so heroic.
Just because he dared to eat and drink freely in the hall where Lu Zu's golden body was enshrined, he could feel that this old man was not pretending to be cool, but he really didn't care.
If Zhao Rangxin had to be forced to order something, instead of worshiping the stories and statues of dead things that were unknown whether they were true or false, it would be better to have a good drink and chat with the old man.
If you stay with open-minded people, even if you do nothing, your temper will calm down and your mood will become leisurely.
“Since you also know that I’m going to the river, that’s perfect!”
Zhao Rang said.
The old man followed the words and said:
"You don't need to explain anymore, do you?"
Zhao Rang smiled and nodded.
"Have you ever thought about what you were going to do by going to the river, whether it was right or wrong?"
Zhao Rang suddenly fell silent.
He glanced at the closed door of the palace, and seemed to be able to see the wind and snow in the courtyard outside through the door panel.
"I can't tell whether it's right or wrong. I only know that all my friends are there. If I don't go there, it will look like I don't understand the style."
The corners of the old man's mouth turned up slightly, as if he was extremely satisfied with Zhao Rang's answer.
"The change after the steps is me lighting the fire and roasting meat in this hall. The change for you is what you martial artists call 'power'."
Zhao Rang narrowed his eyes. The old man rambled on for a long time and finally got to the point.
Combined with the fact that Aunt Shu had asked him to come up the mountain before leaving, it seemed that it was just to help him solve this problem.
Frankly speaking, Zhao Rang didn't think what this thing could do. Even if it can indeed make Zhao Rang's reaction and judgment to a certain extent, even the areas that have been awkward for a long time in the past are greatly improved and integrated in the blink of an eye.
It's like gambling.
Zhao Rang did not dare to rely too much on it before he fully mastered this indescribable power.
If you don’t spend thousands in gambling, it all depends on luck, and you win and lose half of the money. In the battle between martial arts cultivators, there is no such thing as a duplicate on the gambling table, because there is only one life.
If someone is seen dead and then comes back to life, then she must not be really dead, and she must not have one more life than others, such as Aunt Shu.
Zhao Rang knew this truth very well, so he didn't want to bet his life, which had only one chance, on something he had no control over.
"Someone told me that this thing came from Hachiwangji Temple. But the time on the first floor was too short and I was in such a hurry that I didn't bother to ask Master Shiding."
Zhao Rang sat back down and said.
"He wouldn't tell you if you asked."
"Ok, I know."
Zhao Rang nodded in response.
It is best for one person to say something, otherwise even if it is well-intentioned, it will make the listener confused and it is easy to go the wrong way.
"Do you know what the sect's foundation is?"
Zhao Rang asked:
"Are you talking about Taoism in the world, or just Baihe Mountain?"
The old man explained:
"There is only one foundation for all Taoism in the world."
"I have no idea."
"The great road is fifty days long, and its expansion is forty-nine."
Zhao Rang was a little disdainful.
He didn't know how many times he had heard this sentence.
Nine out of ten charlatans and magicians on the streets use this sentence as a way to fool people, so that Zhao Rang doesn't think it contains any profound truth. It is nothing more than a way for them to flaunt themselves, as if they have many talents. It’s amazing, it can deduce the “glimmer of life” that Dao Dao misses.
"Cultivation is a process of competing with heaven for luck, competing with earth for time, and competing with oneself for the first place. What those liars said is correct, but it's just their incorrect stance that makes you think this statement is crooked."
Zhao Rang frowned and said:
"Why, is it possible that this person also believes this?"
As he spoke, his eyes turned to Lu Zu's golden body.
The old lady replied:
"Of course he believes it, otherwise how could this statement become the foundation of Taoism? If there is no chance of survival, how can we achieve the three points I just mentioned?"
Zhao Rang pursed his lips, thinking that maybe no one could do it at all. The legend of Lu Zu happened many years ago. Who can still stand up and pat his chest to vouch for it, saying that he personally watched him open the gate of heaven with a flying sword and then ascend in the daytime?
However, he did not say this, because he also wanted to hear about the "power" thing, and what profound understanding the senior uncle in Baihe Mountain in front of him had.
"What you call 'potential' is the immortal fate left in the world after Lu Zu ascended to heaven."
"There are three thousand strands of immortality in total, and they never fade away despite all the tribulations. They always wander in the world."
"etc……"
Zhao Rang finally couldn't help but interrupt the old man's story.
"Three thousand strands of immortal fate, that is, there are at most three thousand people in this world who can have such a thing as 'power', right?"
The old man nodded calmly, indicating that Zhao Rang was right, but before Zhao Rang wanted to continue speaking, he grabbed the topic and said:
"I know what you are going to say, but haven't you seen the backlash of that little pill? Ask yourself, have you ever felt any discomfort after such a long time?"
Zhao Rang thought about it carefully and shook his head in denial.
This great uncle knew so much, even his experience in the Western Regions, he knew everything about it. I don't know if Aunt Shu or Zhang Zong told him, or if he has been practicing Taoism for a long time, and he really has some magical abilities that are different from ordinary people.
"In worldly affairs, there may be no right or wrong due to different viewpoints, but one must definitely distinguish between true and false."
"Fake ones may seem like they are in the limelight at first glance, but sooner or later they will fail."
Zhao Rang said with a smile:
"This is what is called true and can't be faked, and false can't be true? So I am real?"
The old man nodded very solemnly.
"But you still didn't tell me how to deal with this thing!"
After going around in circles a thousand times, Zhao Rang no longer cares whether this thing is good or bad, he just wants to know how to get along with it. After all, there are too few experienced people. So far, he has only met Ye Sanniang. But she was also a little shy about it. She never talked about it in depth with Zhao Rang, but only touched upon it briefly.
"Every strand will develop according to the unique karma and fate of the person it is attached to, and it has the possibility of becoming that 'ray of hope'."
Zhao Rang sighed and muttered:
"I know why the boss lady didn't tell me more...because it would be in vain..."
However, Zhao Rang changed his mind and felt that this meeting with the old man was not without gain.
Regardless of whether his so-called "immortal fate" is true or false, Zhao Rang at least knew for the first time where the "power" thing came from and what it could do. Otherwise, he will always want to carry other people's things around him, which will make him feel awkward and at a loss.
Zhao Rang felt extremely comfortable, and the old man handed over a bottle of wine at the right time.
A small blue-purple glazed porcelain jar filled with a full jug of wine.
The jar is not big, but the belly is very round.
Such a jar can often hold more wine than meets the eye.
Zhao Rang took it and weighed it a few times in his hand. He felt that this small jar definitely weighed more than a pound.
But he doesn't care either.
As soon as he raised his neck, the jar was half empty, and then he spit out the smell of alcohol.
“The wine is good!”
"I brewed it myself."
"Who taught you this?"
"That's a lot!"
The old man counted them with his fingers, and found that they were all girls' names, eight in total, and each girl's name was a repeated word, which sounded very romantic.
"These eight girls are all..."
"These eight girls are all prostitutes. A simple town, a simple brothel, but there are eight girls who are good at making wine."
The old man said sadly.
No matter what age a man is, when he talks about a girl, his face will burst out with a different look.
"Then you're so awesome, you've learned all the other people's special skills."
The best skill of these girls should be to make guests drink. If they can make their own wine, then they will be even better at making wine.
Drunk guests are always particularly generous with their actions, so they all want them to drink more and get drunker.
"This recipe for brewing wine was obtained by me in exchange for an iron throat and an iron stomach."
When the old man was young, his drinking capacity was like a big ocean tank.
It's a pity that those eight girls are all like a big ocean tank.
No matter how big a large ocean tank is, it can be filled to the top if eight tanks are filled in turn.
Since then, his iron throat and iron stomach have disappeared without a trace. Although I got a very good wine recipe in exchange, my drinking capacity has become no more than three taels at a time.
"After drinking this pot, let's go out for a walk."
The old man who had been sitting still suddenly straightened his back.
"It's very windy and snowy outside!"
Zhao Rang said.
"I know, but someone's coming."
The old man continued.
Zhao Rang didn't say anything else and drank the rest of the wine in one go.
Although he did not have an iron throat or an iron stomach, he also knew that with such a heavy snowstorm and so many and difficult stone steps, the people who came up to see my uncle must be in trouble!
Very important, very important!
