"Genius is not the same as a master. Geniuses need time to grow."
"Xiangjun, do you understand?" Although Wang Laodao was very serious, he was already a little drunk and said with his tongue curled up.
"I understand, master, it means to be steady, don't waver, and you can win!" Mr. Lanxiang said with two fingers pointing at scissor hands.
"Huh? What are you talking about? Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow for the Chinese New Year." Wang Laodao shook his head and walked out of the lobby, his body floated up and flew towards the roof.
"Old Wang, can a top-notch expert get drunk?" Xu Qing asked.
"Everyone gets drunk without being drunk, hehe, man." Wang Shouyi, whose eyes were also dim after drinking, looked at Xu Qing and said with love in his eyes.
"Mom and dad, don't let me eat dog food during the Chinese New Year. I'm already full for the New Year's Eve dinner."
As Mr. Lanxiang spoke, he looked at Wang Laodao standing on the roof, feeling that the lights around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. Under the bright moonlight and in the cold winter wind, the Taoist robes were blowing loudly; Wang Laodao The whole person looked ethereal.
Suddenly, she remembered a poem.
"Floating as if left alone in the world, transformed into immortality."
"A middle-aged man with a story is really handsome." Mr. Lanxiang extended his thumb and gestured towards Wang Laodao.
Lanxiang Jun looked at Wang Laodao's somewhat forlorn back and wanted to go up and ask his master what the story was.
But after thinking about it, I gave up. After all, the Chinese New Year is not suitable for sadness.
After bidding farewell to Wang Shouyi and his wife, Mr. Lanxiang came to his room, opened the door, and felt a rush of warmth. There was a red-burning coal stove next to the table; The chimney stood tall, extending beyond the roof.
This was specially requested by Mr. Lanxiang, and the entire palace used such chimneys. People in this world had no awareness of precautions against gas poisoning. This made Mr. Lanxiang talk to his parents for a long time.
Compared with the cold weather outside, the temperature in the room makes people feel particularly comfortable.
Lanxiang Jun took off his cotton-padded jacket and wore the shirt underneath. He picked up a book from the bookshelf, sat in front of the table and read it carefully.
In six years, Lord Lanxiang has completely adapted to the current ancient life, but he still can't let go of the earth in his previous life.
So in recent years, she asked Wang Shouyi to collect a lot of anecdotes and official geography books. She wanted to understand the world better and see if she could have a chance to find a way back.
After all, life without the Internet, air conditioning, and mobile phones is so boring.
The book I am reading now is called "General History of the Dynasty", which was written and published by the government.
The above mainly talks about the history and geography of some Central Plains dynasties and miscellaneous notes on surrounding countries.
Of course, Mr. Lanxiang chose to take a rough look at history. History is written by the victors, and it is of little use to look at these histories carefully.
Mainly focusing on anecdotes and geographical locations, she looked at them very carefully.
"The Great Wu Dynasty, five continents in the world? It is almost the same area as the motherland on the earth."
"The main sect Chunyang Palace is ranked first? Tianhong Temple is only third??"
Lanxiang Jun was a little confused. She spent one night in Tianhong Temple when she was young. She knew how powerful the two old monks Dingwen and Dingwu were in the temple. Xiao Jin even beat them away. Just this, the third place?
"How powerful is the legendary Chunyang Palace? However, this fairy is also a disciple of Chunyang Palace."
Lan Xiangjun read a book and thought about it. Two hours later, she put down the book in her hand, feeling a little weak inside.
People in this world are too small to explore their surroundings, so small that she can't even imagine it.
To the east of the Dawu Dynasty is the Tianji Mountains. It is said that the mountains are so high that no one has ever been able to climb over them, so people never know what kind of world is on the other side of the mountains.
To the south is the endless ocean, called the Endless Black Sea. I don’t know how big it is. There was once a master of the innate realm who determined to cross the ocean. However, he could not find any other land during his whole life on the ocean. The longest time he stayed at the ocean. It took nearly a hundred years to come back.
To the north of the dynasty is another country, the Dachu Dynasty, and to the north of Dachu is the Tianji Mountains. . . .
To the west is the Daqian Dynasty, which fights with Dachu every day, but is always pushed to the ground and rubbed by Dachu.
However, there is a sect in my country that can compete with Chunyang Palace, called Hidden Sword Villa.
According to rumors, this Hidden Sword Villa is very, very wealthy. You can tell from the name that this sect is a sect that specializes in making weapons.
Any disciple who works as a sweeper is a rich man! This made Mr. Lanxiang really envious.
And to the west of Daqian is Chenxi Grassland!
A group of people called barbarians live on the grasslands. They are nomadic people who believe in the Immortal Heaven. Their biggest wish is to invade the Central Plains Dynasty.
"The most terrifying thing is not this, but that there are only three countries in the Central Plains? Plus Dawn Grassland, four? Is this the whole world?"
"Surrounded by the Sky Ridge Mountains and the endless black sea?"
A scary world. . .
Lan Xiangjun took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.
She was sure that there must be a whole new world on the other side of the sea and mountains!
This discovery inspired her endless desire to explore.
It seems that fellow Lu Dongbin has gone outside?
Mr. Lanxiang feels more and more that this is possible.
After all, this world is a sphere, with the sun, moon, and stars in the sky. For those who have traveled through time, as long as they have some ability, they will explore the outside to find a way back.
Lan Xiangjun shook his little head, cleared his mind, and climbed onto the bed with his short legs.
"Whether you are seeking revenge against Xiao Jin or exploring the world, you need strength!"
"No matter what the reason is, let me travel through time and be reborn in this world."
"I want to live well! Find a way back, and it's best to go back with the people I care about."
"Lanxiang-kun, come on!"
As if under self-hypnosis, Lan Xiangjun felt full of energy all over his body.
Then she started practicing the Zuowang Kung Fu.
The mysterious and vast inner force gently nourished the petite body, and soon she was immersed in it.
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Lingtai Mountain, Tianhong Temple.
Unlike other places celebrating the New Year, this thousand-year-old temple has already entered tranquility. Occasionally, you can see faint candlelight in several rooms. In front of the candlelight, young or old bald monks are studying Buddhist scriptures.
Once you enter the Buddhism Gate, the ancient Buddha with green lantern will follow you for the rest of your life.
Behind the temple is the Main Hall.
Under a Buddha statue tens of meters high, two old monks sat opposite each other.
"Senior brother." Monk Dingwu looked sad and wore cassock.
"Junior brother, it doesn't have to be like this." Monk Dingwen looked older than in previous years.
"Buddha wants to take me to the Western Paradise. Why should I not go there? You should be happy." Dingwen said with a smile.
"Amitabha" Dingwu said the Buddha's name.
"Senior brother, I entered Buddhism for one hundred and thirty-seven years, and you protected me for one hundred and thirty-seven years."
"Senior brother, today I will enter the innate realm, and then help you enter the realm of a master, and then protect my Tianhong Temple for thousands of years!"
After Dingwu finished speaking, he closed his eyes and crossed his legs.
The next moment, the aura around his body began to rise steadily, and bright Buddha lights shone out from all around his body. For a moment, the sound of Sanskrit in the Main Hall was faint, as if the Buddhas from all heavens had descended.
Dingwu's internal strength cultivation is also constantly rising.
The early days of tomorrow.
The middle period of the day after tomorrow.
Dzogchen the day after tomorrow.
And it is still climbing towards a critical point.
The whole temple woke up, and there were ethereal Sanskrit chants everywhere, and a wisp of lotus fragrance slowly emerged.
The ethereal lotus flowers beside Dingwu kept flickering and fading.
Just when this momentum is about to break through a certain critical point and move towards a new realm. A voice interrupted the onslaught.
"Junior brother, stop."
As Dingwen spoke, he waved his hand and the strange phenomena around him slowly disappeared.
Dingwu's momentum also dropped rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he returned to the early stage of acquired life.
"Don't do anything that hurts your own foundation. Even if you forcefully enter the innate realm for a stick of incense and pass on the innate true energy to me, I will not enter the realm of the master."
"What about you after that? Your cultivation has disappeared, and there is no possibility of cultivation anymore. Junior brother, you have become obsessed."
"I have lived four hundred and twenty-eight years."
"enough"
"Who among the Grandmasters can survive me the longest?"
"Like you, I am a monk who became a monk on the way."
“I was the only one of my generation back then.”
"I know that my time is coming, and I will never be able to achieve the status of a master in this life."
Dingwen's expression was neither sad nor happy, as if he was recounting someone else's affairs.
"Junior brother, after I leave, Tianhong Temple will be handed over to you."
"Now, if I can still fight, let me do something for my Tianhong Temple and the sentient beings in the Central Plains. I know that Xiao Jin from Dongchang is not determined to give up. I will go and beat him first, and then go to the grassland to beat him." What a barbarian."
After finishing the final sentence, he stood up, his golden cassocks fluttering, Sanskrit sounds coming from all around his body, and hazy Buddha light coming out of his body.
Dingwu looked at his senior brother with sad eyes.
It stands to reason that people who practice Buddhism will view matters of life and death much more plainly than ordinary people.
but.
This senior brother has been protecting me since he went up the mountain.
This senior brother has not been to Lingtai Mountain for more than four hundred and nearly five hundred years.
This brother is known by the world as a senior who can't fight.
We are going down the mountain today.
I want to intimidate some people, I want to fight, I want to kill people.
Also, he is about to leave himself.
Dingwen looked compassionate, looked at his junior brother, and smiled slightly.
"Junior brother, take care."
Dingwen takes one step, stepping on the air out of thin air, rising step by step, petals blooming on the soles of his feet.
In Buddhism, lotus grows at every step.
"Senior brother."
Dingwu looked at Dingwen who was walking away and said sadly.
He couldn't help but think of the time he went to Lingtai Mountain more than a hundred years ago.
On the winding mountain road, heavy snow was falling, and the master carried him step by step toward Tianhong Temple.
Approaching the mountain gate, a snowman next to him suddenly jumped up, and then the snow fell on him.
My younger self was so frightened that I cried.
"Dingwen, this is your junior brother, don't be naughty!"
That snowman turned out to be a middle-aged monk.
"Master, he is so old, I don't want him to be my senior brother, and he still bullies me!"
The young Dingwu cried loudly and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Oh, it turns out it's my junior brother. It's his fault, Dingwu, right? Don't worry, no one in the world will bully you in the future. Senior brother will protect you!" middle-aged Dingwen quickly apologized.
Then, the senior brother who never knew how to fight started to learn how to fight.
In just one hundred years, his cultivation reached its innate peak.
When other monks bully me, my senior brother beats them.
When evil pilgrims make things difficult for me, my senior brother comes forward.
The master passed away and other Zen sects came to make trouble, but the senior brother protected himself behind him.
The governor of Dongchang beat him, but his senior brother drove him away.
Now, senior brother's death is approaching, but he still wants to protect himself.
"Amitabha, senior brother, come back soon." Two lines of tears fell from Dingwu's old face.
In the night sky, the silver-covered mountains glowed with silver light, and a golden figure quickly passed through the air, often hundreds of meters away from jumping vertically and horizontally.
The biting cold wind howled, blowing on Dingwen's face. His eyes were calm, and the golden cassock rustled. Before his deadline, he burned his cultivation, his life, his spirit, and everything about him. .
This is the last arrogance of an old monk who has never been down a mountain in his life!
Slowly, his speed became faster and faster, and the terrifying innate wind field rolled up snowflakes, like a long golden dragon flying in the air, approaching quickly towards Kyoto.
Lotus flowers were scattered everywhere he passed, and everyone was horrified at the cities he passed, the bandit's stronghold, and the addresses of some sects.
"This is the innate peak master! What is he doing!?" A man with a long sword on his back couldn't help but exclaimed as he looked at the golden figure passing quickly in the air.
"Look in the direction, is it Tianhong Temple? Master Dingwen???"
"Is the world in chaos? You are at the peak of Xiantian! What are you going to do???"
Everyone who saw it was horrified.
Innate masters are equivalent to a country's strategic resources.
Now, in the sixth year of the Apocalypse, on the night of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the text of Tianhong Temple comes down the mountain.
Passing wildly all the way, across the entire Taizhou Prefecture and entering Zhongzhou.
Without any cover, sprint towards Kyoto.
Daimu Dynasty, Kyoto.
The huge city was brightly lit, countless people were playing in the streets, children set off firecrackers, ordinary people put on brand-new clothes to welcome the new year, ladies were guessing lantern riddles in groups, and scholars holding folding fans shouted. Call friends, recite poems and have fun.
The river in the middle of the city was dotted with flower boats, which made even the usually strict patrolman of the East Factory smile.
After all, it’s the Chinese New Year.
The whole city was noisy and noisy, dissipating every bit of the winter chill.
"Tianhong Temple, the text is here to give to the Queen Mother and New Year's greetings to the Emperor!"
In an instant, a powerful voice resounded throughout the world, and the entire Kyoto fell silent for a moment.
Then, a golden stream of light crossed the sky and the earth, stepped on the city wall, and swept straight towards the imperial city.
The next moment, people saw an old monk wearing a golden cassock walking down from the air, with lotus flowers growing every step of the way, and the faint sound of Sanskrit, landing in front of the imperial city gate.
"Is this, the Buddha has arrived?" a little girl said blankly.
"This is the Living Buddha!"
"Meet the Buddha." A vendor in Tsing Yi knelt down excitedly.
The next moment, countless people bowed down to Dingwen.
Only some scholars or people in official clothes looked horrified and did not kneel down, while some Jin Yiwei and Dongchang fans hurriedly ran towards the gate of the imperial city.
At the entrance to the imperial city, the guards on both sides tightened their spears, not knowing what to do.
"Boom"
The gates of the imperial city are open.
Xiao Jin, who had flowing white hair and was wearing a dark golden python robe, walked out first, with a dark cloud on his fair and handsome face.
"Dingwen, what should you do? This is the imperial city of the Dawu Dynasty!" Xiao Jin's eyes were serious.
"You dog slave, why are you talking to your ancestors?"
A young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, walked out with an air of nobility, followed closely by four or five eunuchs.
"Emperor Tianqi, you look good." Dingwen smiled and nodded.
"My descendant, Zhu Qingzhao, pays homage to our ancestors." Emperor Tianqi Zhu Qingzhao said with his hands folded and his body bent slightly.
"My mother, Tang Xiaoqin, is a direct descendant of my ancestor. Unfortunately, my mother is in very poor health. Before she came out, she specifically asked me to apologize on my behalf and not to visit my ancestor in person."
Zhu Qingzhao had a kind smile on his face, like a boy next door, without any airs of an emperor.
"Okay, don't worry about it. The old monk married eight wives before he became a monk. Now I have lived for nearly five hundred years, and I have more than a hundred direct descendants, if not two hundred."
"I came here today just to see Xiao Jin unhappy. He arranged for people to be around my Tianhong Temple during the Chinese New Year. Do you really think that the old monk won't fight while eating fast and chanting Buddha's name?"
Xiao Jin squinted his eyes, and a murderous look flashed through his slender red phoenix eyes. When did he, Xiao Jin, become someone else's punching bag? If you don't like it, why would you blatantly beat yourself up?
"Haha, you can't make our ancestors unhappy during the Chinese New Year. Xiao Jin, stand still and get beaten!" Zhu Qingzhao laughed loudly.
Xiao Jin's fingers clenched together instantly, and his knuckles turned white.
After hearing Zhu Qingzhao's words, Xiao Jin started walking towards Dingwen on his black-soled gold-trimmed boots.
"You don't have to stand still. My old monk never bullies others. Just attack with all your strength!"
