Qingcheng Sect is located in the west of Dujiangyan, and is divided into front and back mountains. The palaces on the front mountain are majestic, and people usually come here to burn incense and worship candles. The peaks on the back mountain overlap, and there is a pavilion every ten steps, and temples and Taoist temples can be seen every hundred steps. This place is quiet and clean , most of them are Taoists who cultivate themselves and avoid secular life.
The entire mountains are covered with lush green trees, winding roads and streams, and there are canyons, deep pools, and waterfalls everywhere in the mountains. Since ancient times, it has been known as "Qingcheng is the most secluded place in the world."
Zhao Zhengli entered the mountain gate, bypassed the crowded front mountain, and set foot on the back mountain. The forest was deep, the mountain road was steep, and winding like a coiled dragon. Vigorous old vines lay horizontally in the mountains, tall ancient trees towered into the sky, and birds and insects chirped. He sometimes Enjoy the shade in the viewing pavilion, and sometimes sit on the boulder slope to rest.
The inscriptions on the four beams and eight pillars of the viewing pavilion with flying dragons and phoenixes are endlessly charming. The patterns carved on the boulders in the narrow path between the streams are vivid and flexible, just like little people dancing happily, which is very interesting.
After traveling like this for more than half an hour, he reached the sixth peak.
Climb up the peak, enter the temple through the side door, avoid the statues dedicated to the gods, and walk through the attic corridor to the innermost room.
It is extremely quiet here, with bricks, tiles, moss and rare and exotic plants, and you can overlook the mountain scenery through the windows.
Entering the room, there was a futon, and a Taoist with white hair and beard was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. His plain Taoist robe was as white as his hair and beard. His face was as calm as a deep pool.
Almost the moment Zhao Zhengli saw him, his originally closed eyes opened instantly, and the reflected light came directly to him. The young uncle waved his Taoist robe, and the waves of true energy smoothed everything.
Then he took out the book tied to his thigh with a serious look and said, "Senior Brother Yuan, your practice of Yin and Yang Taoism is a bit fast. This is the health book I brought you. Cheng Rehu, go back and think about it!"
The so-called "yin and yang method", this method is divided into three levels, the first level is preliminary gathering of things, the second level is yin and yang gathering people, and the third level is sublimation gathering heaven and earth.
Taking oneself as the origin, gathering the essence of heaven, the spirit of earth, and the creation of mountains and rivers, to achieve the immortality of the body, the immortality of the mind, and the endless integration with heaven and earth.
Yuan Taoist is now the second level of yin and yang recruiting people. Because of the strict rules, he cannot really find people to practice practice. Therefore, he asked Zhao Zhengli to bring health books from the mountains and practice based on "Thousands of miles of spiritual communication, thousands of miles of heart communication".
As for who Qianli has a spiritual friendship with, and who Wanli has a spiritual connection with, Taoren Yuan himself doesn't know.
Everyone you meet is a destined person!
Taoist Yuan couldn't help but blush as he took the health book: "It's a waste of time to ponder these shabby pictures while it's hot!" Then he asked, "Where are the pig's trotters?"
Zhao Zhengli then took out the braised pig's trotters from his trouser pocket and said, "Senior brother, please eat more. It's probably very nutritious to practice your exercises."
"..."
An old man and a young man started chewing on the window sill of the inner room, admiring the beautiful scenery of the mountains.
Naturally, chatting is indispensable.
Zhao Zhengli, who has not completely lost his youthfulness, looked sideways at Taoist Yuan, who has gray hair and a silver beard: "Senior brother, will you tell me more about the rivers and lakes at the foot of the mountain?"
Taoist Yuan wiped the oil stained on his beard: "The rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes, are terrible to watch, dancing on the sword, and the wrapping cloth falls off the head..."
Zhao Zhengli shook his head: "I'm tired of listening to limericks. Last time I talked about the story about the ranger Zhang Shidong who passed through Bazhong and saw the Buddhist cliff statues and learned the stick method of "one stick goes out of a thousand holes". What happened to him afterwards?"
"Later, he faced challenges from various factions in the world and fought hundreds of battles in a row. He aspired to be among the top 100 warriors of the year. He was recruited by the imperial court to serve as an official. Finally, he was sent to guard the barbarians in northern Xinjiang."
"Then did he become a general and a marquis in Northern Xinjiang?"
Taoist Yuan gnawed on the pig's trotters and shook his head.
Zhao Zhengli lamented: "Isn't it possible that he was bribed by Beijiang?"
Taoist Yuan was still chewing on the pig's trotters and shaking his head.
Zhao Zhengli didn't get the answer, and the pig's feet were tasteless in his mouth: "Then what happened to him in the end? Did he run away?"
Taoist Yuan picked up the last remaining pig's trotter, then sucked his finger and said: "Dead!"
This result surprised the young junior uncle: "Dead? Didn't you say that there are few opponents in the grandmaster realm? Could it be that you have met a great master?"
"He is just a man from the Jianghu. He mistakes the temple for the Jianghu. He does not understand the way of being an official. If he leads an army beyond the Great Wall and does not know how to hide from the enemy, then he will be afraid of others. If he is afraid, he will naturally die."
"Don't you often say that rivers and lakes are deep, and temples are more dangerous than rivers and lakes?"
"Of course! It's deeper than the rivers, lakes and seas combined!"
"Isn't it okay if you don't go?"
"It's best not to go, because I'm afraid I have to go."
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The two of them cleaned up the battlefield like thieves.
The weather in June is unpredictable. One second the sky was clear, and the next moment there was heavy thunder, dark clouds were pressing down, and heavy rain followed closely. The bushes and tiles were beaten with a rattling sound. An old man and a young man looked up at the sloping rain through the window and sighed, fearing that it was the sky. The result of being exposed!
That night, Zhao Zhengli pulled up a futon and meditated in the Sixth Peak Taoist Temple. After getting sleepy in the middle of the night, he occupied Taoist Yuan's soft couch and fell asleep.
Yuan Daoren was accustomed to this. After all, this junior brother who was more than a year younger than himself was just a child in his eyes.
But in his eyes, this child gained more insights after a nap than he did after a few nights of meditation. Sometimes he felt confused and had to ask him for advice. This may be the reason why several other Taoists did not want to get along with him.
It's so insulting after all!
Summer thunderstorms are very interesting in the mountains, and mushrooms are one of them. This young uncle likes to carry a bamboo basket into the mountains to pick mushrooms.
So every time after a thunderstorm, he would get up early for the first time, just to pick the tenderest and freshest mushrooms, and then make a big pot of soup to share with the Taoist priests at the mountain gate.
Of course, I would also hide my secrets. When I had free time, I would secretly catch some pheasants and tits in the back mountain with Taoist Yuan, or take out a few eggs and stew them together. The taste was better than anything in the world.
Today, he naturally got up early, before it was fully light, and walked into the mountain with a basket in his hand.
We had been there all day, and there was no one in sight even though the sky was almost dark. Yuan Taoist followed his footsteps and found him in a pine forest in the back mountain. The guy was sitting in meditation with his back straight and his legs crossed. The Taoist charms all over his body were undulating, and there were endless mysteries. , obviously this guy has temporarily gained enlightenment.
Taoist Yuan didn't bother him, and sat cross-legged beside him in meditation. After all, it was rare to find such a bargain. The two of them sat there all night. Early the next morning, they heard Zhao Zhengli shouting in the forest: "My mushroom! What's wrong with me?" Are they all broken? The trail hasn’t been picked yet!”
Taoist Yuan looked at Zhao Zhengli, who had been reborn again, and his unfathomable state of Taoism. He couldn't help but feel a little panicked. Is the state of improvement in one night not worth a basket of mushrooms?
The sadder Yuan Taoren looked at him, the more uncomfortable he became.
Taoist Yuan couldn't stand it anymore, so he said: "There must be fresh mushrooms in the farmers down the mountain. Senior brother, you can go down the mountain and buy them if you pay for them!"
Only then did Zhao Zhengli stop and happily accepted the money he handed over. Taoist Yuan scolded him, "If I hadn't followed you to take advantage of him, I would have been taken advantage of by a ghost!"
Although Zhao Zhengli was young and unworldly, he was not stupid. Seeing that his eyes and expressions were inconsistent, he squinted and smiled mischievously: "Senior Brother, are you slandering Junior Brother again?"
Taoist Yuan stroked his beard and smiled loudly: "How could it be possible? It's too late to praise you!"
The junior brother then spread his hands and said, "What about the money for your pickled pig's feet?"
Taoist Yuan's beard was curled up, and he honestly paid the money, saying that it was the sauced pig's trotters he brought for himself, but he was too old to be able to chew up Zhao Zhengli, who was young and agile and had a good tooth. I had no choice but to find some topics to distract him while gnawing on the pig's trotters. However, recently I felt that this kid was much smarter. He was not as easy to fool as in the past few years. Now he has to think of ways every time.
Junior brother Zhao Zhengli spread out his other hand: "Do you want some health books?"
Taoist Yuan tossed his robe and sleeves: "My body can't bear it, so I won't do it this time!"
"Then let me bring you some tonics?"
"..."
The brothers, who were nearly the age of their grandfather and grandson, returned to the mountain gate under the early morning sun.
