As evening approaches, the rain is heavier than during the day. It rains heavily on the oil-paper umbrella and makes a dull sound, which is very calming.
Song You thought as he walked, walking very slowly.
The technique on the Horseshoe Mountain was really clever. Even with his Taoist training, he only saw the path and the pavilion, but failed to notice the mystery.
I just feel that the organizer must have a lot of relevant attainments.
Of course, that’s not necessarily true.
There are all kinds of magic in the world, each with its own mystery, just like all kinds of knowledge and countless professions, who can cover them all?
Especially in this world where information is blocked, after reaching a certain level of knowledge and knowledge, if you want to make progress, you really can only use your eyes to see, use time to accumulate, and use your own heart to understand on your own. Even a thousand-year-old immortal dare not say that he knows everything about the mysterious laws of the world, not to mention that Song You has only been here for more than 20 years. There are many methods in the world that he does not know and that Fulong Temple has not recorded.
There is no principle that a profound Taoism can defeat all things. Taoism is Taoism, knowledge is knowledge, knowledge is knowledge, and cultivation is cultivation. Old gods may also be deceived by small tricks they have never seen before.
This is reasonable and self-consistent, and it is also a mysterious mystery.
But Song You still thought of someone——
Anqing's "Yanxian".
I talked with Qingyangzi about Yanxian a few days ago.
It was he who asked Qingyangzi.
It is said that Yanxian has lived in Anqing for an unknown number of years. Qingyangzi has only met him once, but his master had had several cups of tea with Yanxian.
At that time, we also talked about Yanxian Pavilion outside the city.
In fact, there is also a Yanxian Temple outside the city.
It is said that this Yanxian was in Anqing at least before he went to Jiao Temple. At that time, he had already achieved a high level of Taoism. He has not lived for a thousand years, but he has lived for at least eight hundred years. But everything must come to an end, and now The growth of Taoism could not keep up with its own decline. In order to extend his life, Lao Yanxian, who was approaching his end, had to change his path, so he began to seek the incense and fire Taoism.
Although it is difficult to become immortal even if you become a god, the incense can last for one day, and your life can be extended after all.
Decades ago, there was a severe drought in Xuzhou and there was no harvest. Yanxian's method protected the people's livelihood in this peaceful place. Although the weather is not smooth, it is much better than the surrounding counties. Later, when there was not enough food, he transformed into countless swallows and brought grain and rice from other government warehouses, saving many people.
The people of Anqing were grateful for his merits and built a temple statue in his honor.
This is the Yanxian Temple outside the city, now a Datongpu shop for Jianghu people.
There was a lot of incense in this temple, and there was also money for sesame oil. However, the Yanxian came down in a dream and asked the abbot of the temple to buy less sesame oil. He used the money to build a road for people to walk, and built a pavilion to provide shelter for passers-by.
It can be said that I am really working hard to attract incense.
What a pity, what a pity...
When Yan Xian took grain from the official warehouse, it does not necessarily mean that he offended the imperial court, but after all, the imperial court did not like it, and this kind of example could not be allowed no matter what, so he never received the imperial title.
After all, they are aliens, and they are not allowed to come to the Heavenly Palace.
One is in charge of the mortal world, and the other is in charge of ghosts and gods. The combination of the two means that the name of Yanxian has always been limited to Anqing. Even Lingbo, which is not far away, does not have a temple for him.
If he hadn't practiced cultivation for thousands of years and could calm the hearts of the people, he would have been known as a prostitute in a temple long ago.
"The thousand-year-old demon..."
Song You was also a little emotional.
How many thousand-year-old demons are there in this world?
Don't underestimate the word "thousand years".
There are often shadows of thousand-year-old demons in the world's rumors, but except for a few animals and plants that can live for thousands of years and become spirits by chance, the others are mostly rumors and exaggerations. Just like the immortals and gods in this world, it is said that they have tens of thousands of years, but in fact, most of them only eat incense for a few hundred years. Please note that if Dayan goes back one or two thousand years, there is no history recorded in books. Most of the gods believed in by the people of the world at that time have disappeared from history.
Most of the gods worshiped by people today are not as good as this Yanxian, regardless of their power or ability, just their age.
When Song You thought of this person, he felt even more stressed.
It's not about Taoism or magic skills.
First of all, a thousand years does not mean a thousand years of cultivation, nor does it mean a thousand years of Taoism. Secondly, cultivation and Taoism are not all for the service of force. Even the gods in the Celestial Palace are actually mainly civil servants.
It is the weight of thousands of years itself.
Human beings have come this far by supporting each other and have the instinct to respect the elderly and love the young. Even a virtuous emperor would respectfully call an eighty-year-old man when he was traveling. That's the ancient cypress that has been planted on Jinyang Road for thousands of years. As long as it lives for a long time, many people will subconsciously respect it more, and even the government will legislate to protect it. What's more, an elder who has witnessed thousands of years of history with his own eyes.
This pressure is essentially a form of respect.
And this Yanxiantai is probably related to him.
But since Anqing has this person, why has the water demon in Lingbo not been eliminated for so long?
While I was thinking this, I suddenly heard someone shouting from behind me:
"That Taoist Priest!"
It was a rough female voice.
One person and one cat stopped immediately and turned to look at the same time.
There was a figure coming in the mist and rain.
Wearing linen clothes, with disheveled hair, and holding a long knife in his hand, his face was no longer wrapped, revealing a round oval face with distinct black and white eyes.
"Nvxia Wu, be polite."
"What a coincidence."
"What a coincidence."
"Are you here? I thought you weren't here. I searched for you for a long time and couldn't find you."
"We stand far apart."
"My eyesight is fine."
"Relatively far."
"How's it going? Does it look good?"
"Eye-opener."
"Hehe..." the woman grinned and walked forward with them, "If I had known you were watching, I would have gone up to play, so that I could show you my skills."
"Having met many of my brothers and sisters, they are all masters of martial arts. I can already imagine some of my demeanor."
"They're a little worse than me."
"sharp."
Song You complimented, paused, and then asked: "This bluestone clearing is quite well built, and there is a Yin-Yang fish picture in the middle. I'm afraid it cost a lot of manpower and financial resources, right? But why is it called Yanxiantai?"
"Hey! I just asked Master today!"
"Appreciate further details."
"Isn't this done by humans?"
"That is……"
"It is said that when the Jianghu people used to locate this place as the address of the conference and came here to attend the conference, it was still a flat piece of land. On the second visit, a man came, claiming to be a descendant of Yanxian, and said that he was moved by the Jianghu people The heroic spirit of the seniors is willing to build a platform here for them to use for exchanges and competitions in the future. I only hope that they will be grateful for the gift from Yanxian and just burn two sticks of incense when they come and go." The woman said and looked back at the riverside. The platform at the foot of the mountain, "When the seniors in the world heard that there was such a good thing, they agreed with some hesitation. So the place changed once every night, one layer at a time. It took seven, seven and forty-nine days to build the Yanxiantai. "
"magic."
"I feel so too……"
The woman suddenly frowned:
"Oh, right! Do you Taoist priests have a special liking for numbers like seven, seven, forty-nine, nine, nine, and eighty-one? Why does everything always take so long?"
"Most of us do whatever we want, regardless of these. How long is how long, how much is how much. But when people hear about it, they think these numbers are nice to say and full of mystery, or the Taoist himself wants to use these numbers to tell the world, or maybe the Taoist himself wants to use these numbers to tell the world. Is it following the habits of the predecessors, or something else, so..."
Song You said with a smile.
"oh……"
The woman trailed off in a long tone and nodded repeatedly.
The rain in the sky didn't stop, her hair had already been soaked and stuck to her face, and her clothes were soaked and stuck to her body, but she didn't notice it at all and just walked forward, not feeling bad about being caught in the rain. I don't think there's anything wrong with Song You holding an umbrella. He just shakes his head, wipes his face, or blows a breath when the rain bothers him, that's all. .
Seeing this, Song You couldn't help but ask:
"Would you like an umbrella?"
But I saw this woman waving her hands and saying with a smile: "People in the world are the gods themselves, so why should I hold an umbrella..."
That moment of chicness made Song You look at him several times.
His pace couldn't help but slow down a bit.
…
Green tile ancient temple, rain hits the bamboo forest.
Song You handed the umbrella back to the little boy and said respectfully, "Thank you fellow Taoist for the flowers."
"Brother Taoist, thank you..." The little boy put away his umbrella. Although he was young, he spoke very maturely, "Master is old, so he likes to stay in the Taoist temple to make tea and drink. We don't go out on rainy days. I haven't used the umbrella for a long time and it's almost worn out. Brother Taoist, bring it out and use it, which saves me from taking it out and getting wet again."
This sounds really comfortable.
Song You couldn't help but smile and said: "That is my fate with it."
"Yes……"
The little child also smiled, but he didn't have the cold face he had in front of the Jianghu people a few days ago.
Just after receiving half of the umbrella, he suddenly remembered:
"Brother Taoist, won't you go out tomorrow?"
"Going out."
"No need for an umbrella?"
"I guess it won't rain tomorrow."
"That's the best. You can go to the mountains to look for fungi tomorrow. It's already February, and I don't know if they will come out." The little boy didn't become suspicious, so he just put away his umbrella and walked into the house, "Brother Taoist is coming for dinner soon."
After dinner, Song You returned to the room.
Light the oil lamp and spread out the hemp paper.
Song You originally wanted to ask Empress Sanhua to help with grinding, but she could see that she was fighting the air alone on the bed. After just a short while, she got carried away and couldn't bear to be disturbed, so she took the inkstone and went out to pick it up under the eaves. Put some rainwater on it, take an ink stick and grind it out patiently.
Picking up the pen and dipping it in ink, I thought for a while before writing.
The ink used is also fragrant.
Although it is the most top-quality ink and its price is comparable to gold, he has no intention of collecting it. He still uses it as usual every day, or it should be said that he keeps it somewhere else.
Suddenly, the cat jumped on the table.
"Taoist, what are you writing?"
"Remember something."
"what?"
"In early February of the second year of Mingde, I traveled to Anqing County, Xuzhou County, and happened to encounter a grand event in the world, the Liujiang Conference..."
"What's this?"
"Written stuff."
“What are you doing writing it for?”
"I wish I knew I had come to this world for a while."
"Well……"
The calico cat only looked closer at the paper.
Even though he was illiterate, he still wanted to read. Just read, and he also used his paws to pull Song You's hand out of the way.
There is really no way to write this.
But what can be done?
…
After finally finishing writing, I wanted to blow out the lamp, but found that the oil in the lamp had reached the bottom. I had not intended to use so much oil.
Although the oil lamp is expensive, it is still worth it if it is used in these places.
"Miss Sanhua."
"do what?"
"Go to bed and get up early tomorrow."
"do what?"
"Go to Horseshoe Mountain."
"Are you still going to watch those people fight?"
"Go and meet Anqing Yanxian for a while."
"Is it a swallow?"
The calico cat immediately came up to him, so close that its muzzle and nose almost touched his face.
"It's a thousand-year-old demon."
"A thousand years?"
"yes."
"..."
The calico cat gradually calmed down.
