It is said that the moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round, but this year the bright moon seems to be full ahead of schedule, shining as big as a silver plate.
Mid-Autumn Festival, New Year's Day, Qingming Festival, and Dragon Boat Festival are the four major festivals, which are extremely solemn to the dignitaries of the imperial court and to the common people.
The same is naturally true for monks. Uncle Zhao and Taoist Yuan wear yellow crowns, cloud boots, and wide-sleeved purple robes. This robe is called a robe. It is inlaid with gold and silver threads and other gorgeous pictures and texts. The loose sleeves of the robe mean sleeves. In the universe, which contains all things, only seven Taoists in the entire mountain gate wear yellow jackets, blue coats, and green coats.
When they arrived at the Qingdu Hall, the Taoist leader Feng Zifeng was already in place. What was different about him was that he was wearing a star crown and the purple robe he wore was more complex and gorgeous, with a fairy-like temperament; he was just like the Taoist Lord from the Nine Heavens descending from the dust.
It was this master with a dignified demeanor who showed no dignity in the eyes of the two young and old brothers. Taoist Yuan, who was also wearing a purple robe, raised his forehead and looked at him with a victor's attitude. The master wearing a star crown Naturally, his face was not very pretty, and he glanced at his distressed junior brother, pretending to be disappointed.
Perhaps the entire Qingcheng Mountain Sect never thought that the first Taoist and the second Taoist would be jealous of the young master's uncle, including the young master's uncle himself.
In order to ease the balance, the young junior uncle quickly took out the Shu embroidered brocade robe that had not been given to Taoist Yuan in a hurry. It was also a sign that he had not forgotten the master brother when he came down the mountain. He said diligently: "Junior brother, how dare you forget the master brother."
The head Taoist twirled his beard and laughed loudly: "Let's just say, how can I hurt my junior brother in vain?"
Taoist Yuan beat his chest and stamped his feet: "You are wrong, little junior brother. I will give you a pot of wine and two pig's trotters for me, and give you the best Shu embroidery brocade robe for my senior brother. Don't you know that besides wine and meat, I only love Shu embroidery? You This is hurting my heart!"
The head Taoist took great advantage of the advantage of being a latecomer and accepted it happily: "It's okay. From now on, the old Taoist will often wear it and hang it out in front of you, so you can take a fancy to it." Then he grabbed the topic and said, "You said Have you taken the meat-and-eating diet?"
Taoist Yuan immediately felt guilty: "How can it be possible? Senior Brother, you heard wrong!"
The two old naughty boys exchanged words one after another, completely losing their usual Xian family demeanor. Before Cui Chengjiang, a fiery Fifth Taoist, showed up, he heard his voice: "What! Junior brother is back to prepare gifts for you both. Why?" Are you experienced?"
Third Taoist Gu Henglong also chided in: "Maybe we were too harsh on our junior brother, and he has a grudge!"
Even Pu Wei, a member of the Six Paths who was indifferent to everything and refused to fight, said sourly: "Why is the bright moon not full this year?"
While they were talking, three, five, and six Taoists appeared in the Qingdu Palace, wearing the same purple robes, the same yellow crowns, and the same cloud boots.
The 'culprit' Zhao Zhengli naturally did not dare to slack off and said hurriedly: "How dare I forget these senior brothers? We all have them!"
After saying that, he ran towards the front mountain in a few steps. Not long after, he came to the Qingdu Hall with the Bi sisters holding "silk" in their hands. He himself was carrying a large bag of mysterious objects. Several Taoists saw that he had brought two women full of Doubtful, although there are few pilgrims entering Qingdu Hall, it is somewhat difficult to say that it was their junior brother who brought them in this time.
The fifth Taoist was the first to ask: "Junior brother, are you a double cultivator specially brought by the second Taoist?"
After saying that, he seemed to feel that it was inappropriate to be frivolous, so he corrected him again: "Or are you preparing it for yourself?"
The three Taoists also took advantage of the situation and struck back: "Junior brother, is this the result of your downhill training?"
The sisters of the Bi family frowned coldly when they heard the first half of Wu Taoist's sentence, and then relaxed for the second half of the sentence. They didn't look good at the beginning, thinking that Taoist Zhao was going to be subject to sect rules on this full-moon Mid-Autumn night. Bi Rou's gentle temperament hurriedly Excusing him: "Several old Taoist priests have misunderstood. The Taoist priest has saved the lives of my sisters, so he temporarily serves to repay his kindness."
After speaking, several Taoists from the Qingcheng Sect showed strange expressions. Taoist Master Zhao slapped his forehead and corrected him: "Don't think wrong, the pure kind!"
Biyu, who has a slightly cold temperament, added: "We are seeking death and living with him, and it has nothing to do with the Taoist priest!"
Taoist Yuan stroked his beard and smiled mischievously: "Good boy, you have grown up!"
The three Taoists looked at the master's brocade robe with a sour look: "You are really better than the old!"
There was a hint of suspicion in the words that he was deliberately seeking trouble by not giving gifts.
This young junior untied the package unhurriedly and deliberately pretended to spill the tea leaves. This really made the three Taoist Gu Henglong beside him feel heartbroken. He completely forgot about the education and couldn't help but uttered: "Oh! My good boy, you kid!" Why are you so careless?"
The junior brother grinned his white teeth and took out a can of brand new tea: "Third senior brother likes to drink tea, and the junior brother naturally remembers that this is the best bamboo leaf green from Heishui Temple in Emei. Junior brother has spent a lot of effort!"
The third Taoist Gu Henglong burst out laughing when he heard this. He happily took the tea and said with joy: "Very good, very good!"
The Bi sisters on the side finally understood that these old men with white beards were "robbing" their junior brothers.
Then Zhao Zhengli took out another porcelain jar and said to the five Taoists: "Fifth Senior Brother, this is not tea. I know that you like to tinker with elixirs and charms. Junior Brother bought high-quality cinnabar in Chengdu Mansion. I hope it will suit your appetite!"
He threw another baggage to Yuan Taoist and said with a smile: "Why don't you prepare a Shu embroidered brocade robe for senior brother!"
Yuan Daoren opened it and found a brand new brocade robe with vivid patterns and soft silky texture. He couldn't put it down and stroked it back and forth.
After the Bi sisters figured out the situation, they gave the old Taoist priests a good look and put down the 'silk' they were holding. Taoist Master Zhao personally pulled down the satin, revealing a Qixuan Lei Gongqin. They were interested in the eyes of the six Taoists watching the excitement. Suddenly feeling bright, I couldn't help but step forward to play the piano and play Xuan. The lingering sound surrounded me and I said two words: "Good piano!"
The sisters of the Bi family thought to themselves; Nonsense, this cost several times the gift money, which directly made the wealthy Taoist priest impoverished.
Daochang Zhao offered it with both hands: "Sixth Senior Brother, this is for you, in return for teaching me the "Fearless Pill Method" over the years. It has added a lot to my experience this time."
Cui Chengjiang, the fifth Taoist who was holding the cinnabar jar, was anxious when he heard this: "You kid didn't use the "One Finger Returns the Void" that the old Taoist taught you, do you look down on your senior brother?"
The younger junior brother responded with a big head: "Use it, use it!"
After saying this, he did not forget to make gestures with his fingers to coordinate. This movement made several Taoists notice the clues.
Pulling his right hand and asking what happened to the black index finger, Zhao Zhengli couldn't help but truthfully explained his experience of going down the mountain. Except for the Taoist leader and Taoist Yuan, the other people were furious and threatened to destroy the Nanzhao survivors to vent their anger. Fortunately, Emei helped It was a blessing in disguise, but from now on the Qingcheng faction seems to be in debt to Emei.
This righteous argument ended when the Taoist leader spoke, and Zhao Zhengli introduced the Bi sisters and arranged two more seats.
As a senior brother, he would not accept a gift from his junior brother in vain. As a return gift, the master was the first to give him a 'Purple Yang Sword'. This sword is thirty-two inches long and three-quarters of a meter long. It is covered with dark purple patterns and is made of folded and forged purple gold steel. The finished weapon was the sword that became famous in the early years of the leader Feng Zifeng. It was not a peerless weapon, but it could still be ranked on the weapon list. As the leader retired, it also disappeared from the weapon list and became a "hidden weapon". among the list.
Yuan Daoren also taught in detail the "Yin Yang Tao Method" that was improved after becoming a great master. Although the three thousand Tao methods were all different, he also allowed him to absorb the essence of the Tao method.
The three Taoists had little experience to impart and no weapons to give as gifts. He gave him the "Sixty-Four Tai Chi Styles" he learned while traveling in Wudang ten years ago.
The Five Daoists had a lot of stuff, and there were countless kinds of elixirs. Although they were not comparable to the Dragon and Tiger Pills, they were very effective in treating internal and external injuries. He picked out one or two bottles as gifts in time, and also gave some random ones to him. Trick smoke pills, explosive pills, Mongolian sweat pills and other complex pills.
The Six Daoists directly took out the "Guiyi Immortal Jue". This was the original version of "Guiyi Dao" that he had painstakingly understood. It imprinted the most original "Fearless Pill Technique" and "Guiyi Sword" with the spirit mark.
This is like Puwei, a member of the Six Paths, who gave him his "Tao" for his understanding. Although other Taoists also taught him all the ways to understand, he was not as thorough as the Six Paths people.
How dare Zhao Zhengli take it? Although the three thousand avenues are different, they are also unique. If he realizes "returning to the same path", wouldn't it mean that he will be cut off from the path of pampas grass and will never be able to set foot in the realm of heaven and man for the rest of his life? The only person who can be so honest is Looking for a successor, Pu Wei, a member of the Six Paths, is only in his early thirties, and it is obviously not time to find a mantle to pass on.
Zhao Zhengli repeatedly declined, but in the end he only comprehended "Gui Yi Sword" and returned the original text.
The sisters of the Bi family were shocked by the generosity of several senior brothers. The two affectionate sisters came as witnesses. No wonder Taoist Zhao is so perverted, but with these five or six senior brothers who have taught him since childhood, no matter how bad it is, how bad can it be? Woolen cloth?
In fact, they didn't know that these gifts were all because Taoist Master Zhao was about to enter Beijing, and several senior brothers gathered together to discuss giving gifts for self-defense. In the past ten years, they had not given any external gifts except to supervise his practice. Otherwise, how could Taoist Master Zhao go down the mountain empty-handed?
Zhao Zhengli accepted the whole process dully and was stunned. These gifts in return were so valuable. Why didn't he get the idea after more than ten years? But I didn’t have much money at that time, so I had to curry favor with my senior brother Yuan Daoren even if I gnawed a pig’s trotter. It was so shabby when I thought about it, but now it seems that this money is really a good thing.
After the exchange of courtesy, everyone went to the table one after another to admire the moon.
The headmaster wears a star crown and takes the first place. The other Taoists sit on the east and west sides. Each table has pastries and fruits, as well as Qingcheng Mountain’s unique vegetarian moon cakes. Each table is equipped with a small pot of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed, which is more fragrant and sweet in the mouth. It is not strong and has a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth. It is deeply loved by the sisters of the Bi family.
At the end of the Youshi hour, when darkness had just arrived at the Xushi hour, the sound of bells spread throughout the remote mountains, and the Qingcheng sect entered into the moon worship ceremony. Except for Qiu Liang, the fourth Taoist who had not returned from the training, the other six gathered together. As in previous years, I went to Qianshan to worship, admire, and worship the moon with my younger disciples. Each of them spoke some Taoist language that was similar to official talk. After nagging, the disciples of the sect were left to stay, and most of them chose to go down the mountain to watch the lanterns, watch performances, and eat delicious food. After all, it was the Nine Heavens that smoked in the mountains, and only the fireworks of the human world existed at the bottom of the mountain. During the festival, it was natural to go to the human world.
The young junior uncle also wanted to go down the mountain to have fun as in previous years, but this time it was different. He was forced back to the Qingdu Palace by several Taoists, both hard and soft.
There is no other reason. It is this young junior brother who is about to enter the capital and wants to teach this 'little devil' who never follows the rules a formal lesson before leaving.
The sisters of the Bi family were smart enough to understand the inconvenience, so they found a reason to go down the mountain to go to the Mid-Autumn Festival that smelled like fireworks. Although the sisters were struggling on the surface, they were actually happy in their hearts.
The young master of Qingdu Palace tasted the mooncakes like chewing wax, and the excitement of receiving gifts from before was also immersed in him. Looking up at the bright full moon, he suddenly felt that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival had lost its flavor.
Several Taoists saw this in their eyes, but for his long-term consideration, they gave him various warnings and instructions, telling him to keep a low profile. Just like how Taoist Yuan talked to him at the beginning, he warned that the rivers and lakes are deep, and the temples are deeper than the rivers and lakes plus the whole world, and there is no bottom.
A few Taoists in the world may dare to pat their chests and impart their experience, but they have no experience in the temple.
All this was clearly expected by Taoist Yuan and the Taoist leader, but in the end they were still worried, and they kept saying it again and again.
Perhaps it's because the temple is not like the rivers and lakes, where you can't just let go of grudges, escape, or be too profit-seeking.
Controlling temptation and discerning murderous intentions are more thrilling than a 19-way chessboard.
In order to give the younger brother more protection, several senior brothers used their special skills, ranging from cultivation and enlightenment to worldly sophistication. Regardless of whether he was willing to listen or not, they all gave everything they had and even started arguing and arguing over issues. This little junior uncle was filled with love and yearned for the joyful Mid-Autumn Festival in the past.
The five old men besieged the young master's uncle until midnight. Zhao Daozhang returned to his room in a daze. His mind was filled with thoughts on how to behave in the world and the etiquette of officials and ministers. There was still the lingering sound of arguments and rebuttals in his head even when he went to sleep.
He had never thought that the taciturn and indifferent Six Paths were so talkative, and the usually stern Three Paths; the impatient Five Paths were so thoughtful; even the head brother and Yuan Taoist rarely scolded him for not being serious.
Taoist priest Zhao didn't fall asleep that night. He was thinking about a question. Is the temple really so scary?
This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is destined to be unforgettable for him, because he didn't eat Yafeng Village cakes and wine, and he didn't enjoy the lantern show.
The sun rose on time the next day, and everything was as usual at the mountain gate. The only difference was that there were two more beautiful women. During the day, they went to the back mountain to make medicine for the little uncle to take a bath, and at night they went back to the front mountain to stay temporarily in the pilgrim courtyard.
Soon the Qingcheng sect spread the news that the young master's uncle brought the maid back to the mountain. Naturally, some people did not believe it, but facts speak louder than words. It was obvious to all that the two beautiful women were running around the mountains every day. They were as cold as frost to outsiders, but they were cold to the young master. The uncle's thoughtfulness made the Taoist priests at the mountain gate envious. As for jealousy, no one dared to have it. After all, the young master's uncle's fists were too strong.
Time flies. In addition to being taught by five Taoists in turn every day, Taoist Master Zhao spends most of the remaining time in the back mountain taking tea oil and sulfur baths to refine the poison in his body. Soaking it all day long made his right index finger darker and darker, and his body gradually adapted to the poison. It has also begun to increase the speed at which the poisonous poison overflows, possibly shortening the overall refining time.
In the early twenties of August, he formally bid farewell to Qingcheng Mountain and entered Beijing, because the journey of more than a thousand miles was very time-consuming, there was no grand ceremony, and there were no tearful words. What the five Taoists should have said in the previous few days; what should be explained was repeated hundreds of times. He went down the mountain very quietly. The Taoist priests who accompanied him up and down the mountain gate took him to the mountain gate. They waved reluctantly and saw him getting into the carriage he had returned from and going down the mountain again.
I don’t care about my future when I come to Beijing this time; I don’t care about my return date, but I hope my junior brother is safe!
That's enough!
