Thanks to Zen Master Fudo's rescue, Qiu Jin was able to get out of his cage. He stepped forward and bowed and said, "Thank you so much, Master. I am very grateful to you!"
The short old monk wearing a bright red cassock smiled and said: "Almsgiver Qiu, the fate between you and me is destined. I have nothing else in my body. I will give you four verses today. Are you willing to listen?"
Qiu Jin became interested and immediately lowered his head and said: "Juniors are all ears!"
Zen Master Fudo nodded and said slowly: "When fire rises, it burns; when leaves fall, it fails; when it encounters an island, it loses; when it splits a river, it opens."
The four lines of prophecy, with a total of sixteen characters, can be described as mysterious and mysterious, and contain great and profound meanings.
Qiu Jin knew that he had benefited, so he clasped his fists and saluted, "Thank you, Master, for your words. I will definitely remember this!"
"Okay, I'll take my leave now. I'll see you again someday."
Zen Master Fudo waved his hand, "Yuankong, it's time for us to go back."
The monk in yellow, whose real name was Xing Jiao, responded, carried the black iron rod, and followed his master down the mountain.
Qiu Jin lowered his head and thought about the meaning of the four verses. Suddenly, he was punched hard on his waist. He turned around and saw the red-haired and blue-eyed princess of the Western Regions looking at him with anger. Own.
"Why are you still beating people?!"
Qiu Jin shouted dissatisfied.
"You were the one who hit me! You actually caused me to be suppressed for so long..."
Ye Yi said angrily, "Come on, are you going to play pretending to be a pig and eat a tiger from now on?!"
Qiu Jin thought for a while and said with a smile: "You still have to play, but you need to be more careful to avoid encountering something like today again."
"You, the surnamed Qiu!"
Seeing that he refused to repent, Ye Yiran raised his hand to hit him again.
Qiu Jin predicted her movements in advance and easily dodged it. He ran towards the big chair that had been crushed and collapsed. He picked up the white tiger skin spread on the chair and kneaded it a few times with his fingers. His face was full of praise. Said: "It's such a nice fur. It's been cold lately. It would be a good idea to go down the mountain and find a tailor to make a warm fur!"
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After going down the mountain, Qiu Jin put on a white tiger fur that was in excellent condition, very thick and warm.
This image.
It was hard for Ling Zhen not to think of someone.
An old man surnamed Ying, who had two swords as his legs, was as thin as iron, and even the eldest sister of the Ling family, Ling Fengge, had to call him "Master".
Then when the young man in green robe faced Qiu Jin, he sincerely praised: "With a tiger skin on your shoulders, you can look forward to the great road!"
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A haggard old man with gray hair tilted his head slightly.
The old man glanced at the white tiger skin he was wearing, smiled and nodded: "Boy, the road is now wider!"
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There were many Taoist factions within the Longshu Dynasty, and they were a mixed bag.
But among them, the one with the most powerful force, capable of bearing the title of "Taoist orthodoxy", is none other than the Zhengyi sect.
Zhengyi sect was originally called Mengweidao, which worshiped the Supreme Lord. The founder's surname was Zhang Mingling, his courtesy name was Daolin, and his name was Wu Dou Mi Zhenren.
When Zhang was nearly 100 years old, he accidentally obtained a book called "Jiuding Danfa" left by Emperor Xuanyuan Huang in ancient times in Yunjin Mountain. Relying on the secret method passed down in the book, Zhang successfully refined the legendary "Dragon and Tiger Pill". ".
That day, the sky above Yunjin Mountain was filled with gorgeous haze in the shape of a dragon and tiger.
Zhang Leng, whose cultivation level had greatly increased, single-handedly raised the banner of founding a sect.
He first renamed Yunjin Mountain "Danxia Mountain", and then spent all his wealth to build a majestic monastery on the top of the mountain and named it "Dragon and Tiger Palace".
They respected Li Er, the founder of Taoism, as the deity who suppressed the religion, and regarded the Tao Te Ching as the supreme classic. From this, the "Union Weidao" was born.
In the next few years, Taoist Zhang will recruit disciples from all over the world, promote the culture of Mingwei and good governance, pioneer the "edge well" technology, and teach the people how to boil salt.
Using talismans, spells and other magical powers, he lifted plagues in many places and saved tens of thousands of lives. People in the world were deeply grateful and respectfully called him "Taoist Saint".
Later, in order to comply with the emperor's will, Zhang Daolin changed the name of Alliance Wei Dao to "Zhengyi Sect", which means "upright and unified".
With the strong support of the Zhou royal family, the Zhengyi sect spread far and wide, surpassing all other heretics, and soon became the well-deserved number one Taoist sect in the Central Plains.
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Danxia Mountain Dragon and Tiger Palace.
In Pingqi Hall.
In front of the glazed throne that only the head teacher was qualified to sit on, stood an elderly man wearing yellow and purple Taoist robes.
The elder was more than nine feet tall, very tall, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and white beard and hair.
With a gentle and kind expression on his face, he looked down at the ground.
On its shoulders lie two small dragons as long as arms.
One is green all over, and the other is red and blue.
An elder wearing a yellow and purple robe.
It is Zhang Leng, the current "Taoist Saint".
As for the two little dragons, one is a descendant of Qinglong, the head of the four ancient holy beasts, and the other is a descendant of Zhulong, the god of Zhongshan.
There was a person kneeling in front of Zhang Leng.
This man has a majestic face and a rather solemn expression. He is Zhang Hao, the eldest son of Wu Dou Mi Zhenren.
"Dad, if you ascend like this and leave, the Zhengyi faction will no longer have a leader!"
Zhang Hao said, "Please, for the sake of the world's orthodoxy, stay in the Dragon and Tiger Palace!"
Zhang Daolin smiled and stroked his long beard and shook his head, "Your father and I have lived for one hundred and twenty-two years. I have put in so many worries in my life that I shouldn't have had to worry about. It's time to retire and enjoy life!"
"Dad, if you want to retire, wouldn't it be the same if you stayed here..."
Zhang Hao is still trying to retain his father.
Zhang Leng's expression changed in the blink of an eye, he raised his hand, gave his son a firm chestnut blow, and scolded loudly: "If I stay here, you guys will come here every two days if you have anything to do, and I won't even give you a damn." Hugh!"
After a pause, he continued: "Besides, the heaven is so free and easy, how can it be compared with the human world? Your father and I have been cultivating all our lives, isn't it just to one day be able to join the immortal world and become a saint?"
Zhang Hao knew that he was determined to leave now, so he whispered: "Dad, since you are determined to ascend to heaven, there is nothing you can do to stop me... I wonder if you have any other instructions before you leave?"
"some."
Master Wu Dou Mi smiled slightly, put one hand on the small green dragon on his left shoulder, and made the other hand hold down the small candle dragon on his right shoulder.
The light in the room shines like the sun and moon.
The green dragon and the candle dragon turned into a ball of light and shadow and flew away from Danxia Mountain.
"I have dispersed two-thirds of my energy into the bodies of those two little dragons, and they have also gained the opportunity to transform into human bodies."
Zhang Leng said seriously, "In the future, if a young man with green hair and golden eyes comes to the Dragon Tiger Palace, you must accept him as your disciple and teach him your life-long skills without reservation. Do you remember?"
Zhang Hao cupped his hands and said, "Kid, remember this!"
Zhang Daolin said "hmm" and raised his hands above his head, palms facing up.
Another huge wave of air suddenly surged out!
"I have dispersed the last bit of energy and given it to all the Taoists in the world."
Zhang Leng said happily, "Come on, good son, daddy will finally give you something good!"
Master Zhang recited the formula, and suddenly, two paper talismans glowing with strange brilliance flew out from the big sleeves of his loose clothes.
"These two talismans, one is called 'Warning Off Evil' and the other is called 'Expelling Ghosts', please keep them well, they will be of great use in the future!"
After hearing what his father said, Zhang Hao took the talisman with great respect and said, "Thank you, dad!"
Zhang Zhenren patted his eldest son on the shoulder and gave a final instruction: "Practice more thunder techniques when you have time. There are too many Lu Xu in the Five Thunder Palace."
Then, without waiting for his son to say a word, Zhang Leng walked to the door of the palace, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and shouted with infinite joy: "Finally freed! Bai Chuan, say goodbye, I will go to the sky first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, purple energy came from the east.
Over the Pingqi Hall, the sun shines brilliantly.
The old Taoist priest made a slight jump and jumped onto the thick purple air, and the clouds soared up.
On this day, there was a god in the heaven who was in charge of the Department of Thunder, named "Thunder-Yingyuan-Puhua Tianzun".
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"Brother Ling, do you know how to use the palm thunder?!"
Qiu Jin asked with some surprise.
There were five streaks of thunder and lightning, divided into five colors, mixed together into a ball, crackling.
Contained in the palm of Qingpaoke's hand, it is truly dazzling and gorgeous.
Ling Zhen nodded and said with a smile: "This is the 'Five Thunder Zhengfa'. It was passed down to me by one of my brothers-in-law. It is somewhat lethal. However, I am not a Taoist priest, and now I have that The natal sword 'draws thunder', so the Five Thunder Techniques are basically no longer used. I use them occasionally, just as a game, to kill my leisure time..."
The young man raised his head and looked towards the sky.
Dark clouds were gathering, thunder was roaring, and it seemed like a heavy rain was about to pour down, drenching the world.
Ling Zhen stopped talking.
There was a trace of loneliness and loneliness in his eyes.
The "world" outside the sky seems to be getting farther and farther away from me.
Like mortals and lightning in the clouds.
Desirable, but out of reach.
