I reluctantly continued his great work of training his son.
While Zhao Ping stopped his mother from doing evil, he explained patiently: "Mother, this is an advertisement. It should be easy to understand, do you understand?"
"What advertisement? If you don't explain it clearly, my mother will let you know what family law is?"
Zhao Ping's ears continued to feel pain after waves, so he had to tilt his head and cover his ears and said: "Mother, advertising is to spread the word, it is to let Xianzao be advertised to the general public, it is called advertising. Since it is It is an advertisement, it should be easy to understand, and its efficacy should be known through the advertisement. Mom, please see if people have understood its cleaning and beauty effects."
That kind of mother is not so easy to be deceived, and the evil hands still do not stop, "No, if you don't give me an explanation today, I will let you know what family law is."
Zhao Ping looked at the scenery outside. The clouds were as dark as ink today, and a heavy rain last night brought spring back to its original state of winter. He thought about it and chanted:
"Ink-black clouds and cold rain lines, numerous ancient trees without towers. The thin candles make it difficult for people to sleep, and a cluster of red flowers announces the coming of spring."
Mother recited it carefully several times, then changed the direction of the battle and gently touched Zhao Ping's forehead with her finger: "It's so-so, but I can make do with it. I'll spare you temporarily this time."
My mother suddenly frowned, looked at Zhao Ping and asked, "How did you find this magic soap making method?"
Zhao Ping pointed the peach wood sword in the direction of Chaoyang Cave and said seriously: "The gods of Chaoyang Cave told me."
My mother thought for a while, bowed three times in the direction of Chunyang Cave, and then said, "Chunyang Cave helped Ping'er. I have to go to Chunyang Cave tomorrow to thank the gods."
Hearing this, Zhao Ping couldn't help but think to himself that the gods are like a basket, and maybe anything can be put into it, but he has to make this lie so round that people can believe it.
The next day, my mother, who had not rested well all night, put on makeup to cover up the dark circles under her eyes. She took Zhao Ping by the hand and walked towards Chunyang Cave, a mile away, followed by the housekeeper Wu Jie and his family and two maids, carrying their burdens. and boxes carrying a complete set of sacrificial supplies such as pigs, chickens, fish, biscuits, and wine.
Due to family difficulties, pig heads and tails were used instead of whole pigs.
There is a unique Taoist temple next to Zhaojiazhuang, which is Chunyang Cave in Chunyang Mountain next to it. It is said that Lu Dongbin practiced here.
On the road to Chunyang Mountain, green wheat seedlings and yellow rapeseed flowers intertwined on both sides, and happy bees kept dancing among the rapeseed flowers.
Suddenly, a "chirp" sound came from far and near. It turned out to be a few swallows flying over Zhao Ping and the others.
The sound of the shepherd boy's flute can be heard, children are cutting grass and looking for vegetables in the fields, farmers are digging in the ground with hoes, yellow ducks are chasing each other in the fields, big white geese are walking slowly on the road with their heads held high, and chickens are looking for food in the bamboo forest.
This scene reminded Zhao Ping of Meng Haoran's "Visiting the Old Friend's Village" and Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia". It is indeed a paradise scenery.
Zhao Ping's eyes passed through the green bamboo part of the stone path, and he saw that the bamboo tops were hidden, and a small arch bridge appeared and disappeared. The arch bridge separated the bamboo forest and the pine forest, and was divided into two branches here. One continued to stretch into the distance, and the other One points directly to Chunyang Cave.
The breeze blows, the bamboo shoots dance lightly, and the arch bridge is faintly revealed.
There is a small waterfall next to Chunyang Cave. Even if the weather is dry now, a small amount of water splashes down. It meanders along the mountain through a small bridge, and flows through the fields in a small gully to the Lijia River.
Zhao Ping also saw several white cranes circling past and then stopping next to the waterfall, which looked even more fairy-like.
The three characters "Chunyang Cave", about the height of a person, shimmered in the morning sun, and Zhao Ping was faintly visible a mile away.
On Zhao Ping's road, he also saw many faithful men and women passing by to worship Chunyang Cave and offer incense to Chunyang Cave in groups.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what a vibrant scene here, it's so poetic and picturesque, it makes people feel relaxed and happy.
While Zhao Ping was looking at the scenery, he was thinking about how to fulfill the lie of his fictitious god in Chunyang Cave.
Amidst Zhao Ping's uneasiness and worries, they had arrived at the foot of the mountain unknowingly.
Among the dozens of people, some teenagers looked at the sick Zhao Ping with sneers in their eyes.
A very strong young man looked at the stairs, then at Zhao Ping, squinted and asked disdainfully: "A sick man is here to take the exam too? I wonder if he can climb up?"
It is about fifteen feet from the foot of the mountain to Chunyang Cave. The path is all stone steps. The slope is very steep, and there are ninety-nine and eighty-one stone steps in total!
This is difficult for normal people, let alone the sick Zhao Ping.
After resting for a quarter of an hour, Zhao Ping, who had no way out, gritted his teeth, gently opened the firewood door with a "squeak", and embarked on the road to worship the gods regardless of the ridicule of others.
Less than halfway up the climb, sweat came out of Zhao Ping's forehead like rain, covering his eyes, and his vision became hazy.
He really wanted to stop climbing the steps and really wanted to sit down and rest, but in the end he bit his lip and continued climbing the steps.
My mother had been climbing the same stone steps with Zhao Ping. Although she was out of breath and kept wiping Zhao Ping's sweat with a sweat towel, she had no intention of persuading him to rest. She only said some words of encouragement.
Later, Zhao Ping felt that his steps were as heavy as stones, and it was difficult to lift each step. However, he kept saying words of encouragement to himself in his heart, gritted his teeth and continued climbing.
Finally arriving at Chunyang Cave, Zhao Ping had to take a deep breath and sit down to rest.
Zhao Ping took a look and saw that there was a large platform on this level of the cave. There were more than a dozen Eight Immortals tables, chairs and stools in one corner, and many believers were already resting here.
There are more than twenty cave halls on this level.
Sanqing Hall is naturally the center.
On the left side of the Sanqing Hall is the Lingxiao Hall, where the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother and their ministers are located. On the right side is the Hall of Immortals such as Chang'e, Erlang Shen, Yangchun Baixue, etc. On the left side of the Lingxiao Hall is the Earthly Immortal Hall, which is closely related to ordinary people. The land father-in-law, the kitchen god, the god of wealth, the down-to-earth immortals, etc.
Sure enough, it deserves to be called Chunyang Cave. Lu Dongbin, the Chunyang son of the god of medicine, has a larger Chunyang Hall on the right side of Lingxiao Hall.
Under the leadership of his mother, Zhao Ping also wiped clean, straightened his clothes, and brought sacrificial offerings, incense, candles, paper money, and knelt down three times and knelt down nine times to worship the gods.
When Zhao Ping finally came to the statue of Lu Dongbin, a pure Yangzi with immortal style and Taoism, he found that there were dozens of people surrounding it. Most of them were teenagers under the age of fourteen, looking at the front and thinking hard.
When they saw Zhao Ping, they were all stunned. They didn't expect that a sickly child could actually come up on foot!
After all, even if they walked up normally, they would be exhausted, panting, and sweating profusely.
They thought Zhao Ping was being carried up, but when they saw it, there was no sedan and no carriage (sliding pole)!
Obviously Zhao Ping relied entirely on his own ability to climb and walk up.
Zhao Ping even saw Wang Ziyi, a prodigy from Wangjiacun.
Wang Ziyi was a little surprised when he saw Zhao Ping. Finally, he thought about Zhao Ping's performance a few days ago and understood.
He nodded slightly to Zhao Ping and made a gesture of invitation. As expected, he came from a well-known family and had a good temperament.
But when the sneering young man at the foot of the mountain saw Zhao Ping coming over, his sarcastic smile became even stronger.
When these teenagers saw a sick boy coming in to interpret the verses, they all had expressions of dumbfounded disbelief on their faces.
The sarcastic young man even asked: "Bingyangzi, no one has been able to answer this verse in three hundred years. Do you want to try it too?"
Zhao Ping smiled bitterly in his heart. If he couldn't answer, there was nothing he could do. Otherwise, how would he tell his mother?
When those young men saw something ugly, they also came to explain the verses, and out of curiosity made way for a passage.
Zhao Ping found that on the yellowed hemp paper on the right side of the statue, there was a vertical scroll with four lines and sixteen characters of "dragon flying and phoenix dancing", which was like a poem but not a poem:
"Tai Chi gives birth to the two rituals, and the two rituals give rise to the four images. When will the Taoism be born? When will the Taoism be achieved?"
There is a desk and stool next to it. There are pens, inks and inkstones on the desk, which are obviously prepared for those who understand the gatha.
Zhao Ping thought to himself, it seems that in order to fulfill a lie, do you have to tell more lies?
But the current assessment must be resolved, otherwise the fact that he is a disciple of the gods will be revealed to his mother.
Zhao Ping was reciting it, his eyes kept staring at the verse, and suddenly he became motionless.
Seeing Zhao Ping's obsessive state, her mother did not dare to wake him up, so she had to call in the housekeeper Wu Jie.
Wu Jie took a few steps and seemed to have some enlightenment and said, "Didn't Mr. Xiao Lang say that he met a god? Maybe this is an opportunity for good fortune."
Sure enough, it is not easy to be a disciple of an immortal. Even the housekeeper at home is also guessing in this regard!
It's just a physical test, I didn't expect an intelligence test!
And it’s a difficult problem that no one has answered for hundreds of years!
Zhao Ping meditated on a stick of incense for about a while, and finally came to sit down in front of the desk.
Suddenly, everyone stretched their necks, and dozens of pairs of eyes shot towards Zhao Ping, as if they didn't believe that this sick man could answer the question.
Zhao Ping slowly rubbed the ink while thinking.
After a stick of incense, under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, Zhao Ping began to write slowly.
