Qi Jingzhi first looked at the couplets in front of the door, and then looked at the main entrance of Xuandu Temple.
This is a white stone archway with a verandah-style roof. It is lofty and majestic, with angled eaves and decorated with glazed tiles. It looks magnificent and dazzling.
In the middle of the wall, there are three golden characters "Xuan Du Guan" written vertically. On both sides stand a gorgeously decorated screen wall with reliefs of clouds and cranes.
Under the screen wall stands a pair of jade cranes, both carved from sapphire. Their bodies are filled with green energy, and their eyes are made of rubies, which glow faintly with red light.
Seeing these two jade cranes, Qi Jingzhi grinned, thinking that he was indeed one generation of temple masters and one generation of cranes. His previous thought was not only not to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors, but that every master must have his disciples.
He pursed his lips, but the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily, trying not to look at Feng Zixu, in case his emotions were revealed and the careful master noticed, which would be very bad.
As Feng Zixu and Qi Jingzhi approached, the gate opened without any wind.
The two masters and apprentices walked into it and faced the front hall of this palace, called Lingguan Hall.
As Feng Zixu passed through the hall, Qi Jingzhi's eyes were attracted by the statues enshrined in the hall.
I saw this god with a red face and beard, wearing golden armor and red robes, with blazing golden eyes on his forehead, three glaring eyes, holding a golden seal on the left, a golden whip on the right, and stepping on two wheels of wind and fire. He was extremely powerful and brave.
The tablet in front of the statue reads the title of the deity: "The First Heavenly General, the Protector of the Way with His Heart, the Third and Fifth Train King, the Heavenly Lord, the Powerful Spirit Manifested Heavenly Lord."
Seeing the admiration in his disciple's eyes, Feng Zixu explained: "The so-called Lingguan is the Taoist sect's protective and mountain-protecting general. There are always five hundred of them."
"This one is the Great Spiritual Officer of Dutian, ranking first among the five hundred spiritual officers. He is the god of thunder, fire, and the god of demons. He is responsible for monitoring the heaven and earth, collecting plagues and poisons. He is said to be able to see the world with three eyes. Things, a whip will wake up the world."
Qi Jingzhi nodded when he heard the words, but in his heart he remembered Sheng Qing, whom he had met at Jiao Po Long's mother's birthday banquet.
The gentle green python refused to even be the mountain god of Daqi, but in order to repay his past kindness, he went to a small Taoist temple to become a protector. I don't know if he took the same path as the Five Hundred Spirit Officers.
The two masters and disciples passed through the Lingguan Hall, and in front of them was a more magnificent hall, with an auxiliary hall on the east and west sides.
"Dao Wuji Hall?"
This should be the main hall of Xuandu Temple. Qi Jingzhi whispered the name of the hall and immediately thought of Wuji Wilderness.
He raised his eyes and looked in through the open door of the temple, but saw that the temple was quite empty, and there seemed to be no statue of a god enshrined.
The entire hall was simple and heavy, without any carvings, and there were even no couplets on the front pillars. When Qi Jingzhi saw it, he always felt that something was missing.
Just listen to Feng Zixu say: "The Dao Wuji Hall is a place to pay homage to the Taoist ancestors. The realm of the Taoist ancestors is incalculable and indescribable, so there are no statues of gods in the hall, only the four characters "Yujing Yuanshi" are enshrined. "
As a native of Qi State, Qi Jingzhi had heard the most about the three emperors, three emperors, three holy kings of the Tiandi Temple and the eight gods consecrated by King Wucheng Sheng since he was a child. He was not familiar with the Taoist gods.
He had never heard of the five hundred spiritual guardians who guarded the mountain before, and he had never heard of the Wuji Hall of the Great Dao without a statue in front of him. He didn't know if all Taoist temples in the world were arranged in this way, or if it was just a special arrangement of Xuandu Temple. Act independently.
He couldn't help but feel curious, and turned to look at the side hall on the east side, wanting to see which Taoist deity he had never heard of was enshrined in it.
"That place is Donghua Hall, which is dedicated to the Emperor of Donghua Purple Mansion and Duke Dongwang of Yuanyang. Legend has it that this innate god is the essence of Yuanyang, and he controls the energy of Donghua to the true Qingyang, and is the source of Yanghe Lord, who rules over all the spirits in the east."
Feng Zixu took the trouble to explain to his disciple in detail: "Since Yang Gong is an innate god born from essence, he should not desecrate the god's form by carving clay and wood sculptures, so there are no statues of gods in this temple either. , only four characters "Zifu Yuanyang" are enshrined. "
The Master of Xuandu Temple paused, and then added in a nonchalant manner: "By the way... the Tiantai Mountain Bihai Immortal Sect claims to be the orthodoxy of this great god."
Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but nod. When he heard "Donghua Zhizhen Qingyang Qi", he thought of "Qinghua Qi" in Tiantai Mountain.
"Essentials of the Golden Elixir" and Qinghua Shaoyang Qi.
Feng Zixu then looked to the west again and continued: "The one to the west is the Xiling Hall, which enshrines the Great Sage of Xiling Yaochi and the Taiyin Queen Mother of the West. Legend has it that this god was born from the essence of Taiyin and controls the Western Spirit. The Qi of Miao Shi Yin is the master of Yin spirits and controls all the saints in the West."
"This Yin Mother has quite a few divine forms spread throughout the world, but our Xuandu Temple treats them all equally. We also don't have statues of gods and only enshrine the four characters "Yaochi Taiyin". "
"Tao Ancestor, Yang Gong and Yin Mother are all innate gods. They do not need mundane incense. You can just worship them in your heart. There is no need to kneel down to pray or burn incense to offer sacrifices."
Upon hearing this, Qi Jingzhi could basically conclude that if the practice of erecting only temples without statues like this was not unique to the Xuanduguan lineage, it should be rare among Taoist sects in the world.
"Is it really out of respect? Maybe it's because these idle cloud cranes in Xianyu Mountain are used to being lazy..."
While the young man was cursing, Feng Zixu's eyes fell on Changdao Jianrenshou.
Then I heard the Xuandu Guan give some advice: "It is said that the Yin Mother once killed a candle dragon, suppressed its remaining spirit under the Zhongshan Mountain in the Kunlun Ruins, and then named it the God of Zhongshan Mountain. Zhu Jiuyin, ordered him to hold the essence of Dinghuo in his mouth to illuminate the dark and sunless country under the mountain."
After hearing this, Qi Jingzhi's heart immediately moved, and he felt a little bit behind the scenes.
Previously, my master was afraid that Lord Langya would do something to Ruomu Daoling, so he checked Jian Renshou carefully. Although he didn't say much afterward, he mentioned it once when he taught "Quegu Shiqi Pian". Long, for the second time now, had obviously seen through the origin of this long sword.
"There is a Ruomu tree in the east of the sky, with a dragon holding a candle underneath. I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew its meat so that it will not be able to return in the morning and will not be able to lie down at night..."
Qi Jingzhi recited it softly and continued: "Langya Lord once encouraged his disciples, asking me to hold this wooden sword, cut off the dragon's feet, chew the dragon's meat, climb the sea to the Mekong and suppress the water flowing eastward, and approach the Yuquan to draw in the west. The day of return..."
The young man's face was full of wonder, his tone was exciting, and he said happily: "I didn't expect that such a feat has already been done by someone!" qs
Seeing this, Feng Zixu immediately sneered: "There is no reason for you to be so happy and praising! Just because the Yin Mother can kill Zhulong, it doesn't mean that others can do it, and it has nothing to do with you, a little crane!"
Qi Jingzhi laughed after hearing this, but he didn't respond, didn't refute, and didn't utter any wild words.
Next, Feng Zixu really did not enter the Great Avenue Wuji Hall, but took his disciples to bypass it.
There is another hall at the back of the hall, called the Patriarch Hall, which is much smaller than the main hall in front, a little less grand and solemn, a little more elegant and leisurely. There are no side halls on both sides, but two pavilions, one is the East Sword Pavilion, and the other is the East Sword Pavilion. One is called West Flute Tower.
Qi Jingzhi noticed that this ancestral hall was different from the simple style of the first three halls. The couplets that were most loved by the disciples of Xianyu Mountain appeared on the front pillars, and the number of words was the largest among the couplets he had ever seen.
"The sword leans against the blue sky, the flute leans against the tower, the shadows of clouds linger, and the shadows of cranes linger. We go to Yingzhou hand in hand. We are in Jambu and our work is in Jambu."
"A period of red clouds and green trees is sad. It has no rest now and it has no rest in the past. When the sun sets in the west and the water flows in the east, what is the need for wealth and wealth?"
Qi Jingzhi read it again, but still didn't have any deep feelings in his heart. He was only attracted by the first sentence, and he already understood the origin of the names of Dongjiange and Xidilou.
His eyes turned to the long sword with jade handle and green sheath on Feng Zixu's waist, and then he looked towards the East Sword Pavilion and saw a couplet outside the pavilion.
First couplet: "The white rainbow flies up and down, and the green snake roars in the box."
Second line: "The lightning filled the room with light, and the dragons walked around."
Seeing his disciple looking around and his eyes darting around, Feng Zixu couldn't help but smile and said: "The Patriarch's Hall, as the name suggests, is for worshiping the Patriarch. However, there are no statues, portraits or tablets of the Lord of God inside. They are all the same. Just be sincere."
"This apse is also the residence of the temple master, but I don't like it very much, so I still live in the Zixu Pavilion further back."
After saying that, the master of Xuandu Temple raised his finger and pointed at the East Sword Pavilion and said: "The sword light comes from the secret box, the nature of the crane and the clouds
high. "
"This East Sword Pavilion is where our swords are hidden. It's a pity that you don't want to learn the Hong Lu Ding Huo Sword Intent, so you have no chance of using the divine sword in the pavilion."
Feng Zixu's tone sounded a bit sad, but her eyes were full of cunning, and there was a gloating smile at the corner of her mouth.
Hearing his master mention this matter again, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but feel a little dizzy, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity and immediately asked: "Master, how many divine swords do we have in Xianyu Mountain?"
Hearing this, Feng Zixu did not show off, and answered simply: "The four swords mentioned in this couplet: Baihong, Green Snake, Tingguang, and Panjiao, now only the green sword in my master's hand is left. It’s a snake!”
"The swords hidden in the pavilion, including the other three swords, are either damaged, lost, or wandering outside, or they have completely left the world with the sword master and have lived in the wilderness for a long time. Most of them will never return."
"Living in the wilderness forever?" Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but be stunned.
Although this sounds like being lost in the wild, it doesn't seem to be the same as Ding Lingwei's feeling of being lost in the wild.
At the same time, this also aroused a question in Qi Jingzhi's mind.
So, he directly asked: "Master, I am the first disciple of your sect. It's okay if I don't have any brothers of the same generation. But I see that the cave in Xianyu Xuandu is empty. Is it possible that I don't even have a disciple?" Don’t you have any uncles or uncles?”
"Langya Jun also told his disciples about the Feng Clan of Xianyu Mountain, saying that they were inherited from the Lizheng Fengniao Clan in the ancient heaven. Why are there no Feng Clan members in the cave?"
Hearing his disciple's question, the arc at the corner of Feng Zixu's mouth quietly disappeared, and he said in a calm tone: "There are some things that you should not know before, so just pretend that there are only two of us, master and disciple, in the Xuanduguan lineage." yes!"
"When you are qualified to become the World Traveler of Xianyu Mountain and even the young master of Xuandu Temple, I will tell you everything."
"As for this East Sword Pavilion, it will be empty if it is empty. From now on, the two of us, master and disciple, will either collect or refine it. Sooner or later, we will be able to restore the sword energy to the sky as it once was."
It was rare to see his master like this, so Qi Jingzhi naturally shut up and turned to look at Xidi Tower on the other side.
"I borrowed the alchemy stove to boil the stone spring, and lived in the building one day to be close to the gods."
"I accidentally played the flute and went down the mountain, and lived another five hundred years."
Compared with the vertical and horizontal sword intent of the couplets in the East Sword Pavilion, the couplets in the West Sword Pavilion are obviously more fairy-like.
Feng Zixu took out the red lacquer and gold flute that had never left her body, waved it in front of Qi Jingzhi, and smiled again on her face: "Although there are no swords in the East Sword Pavilion, there are many flutes in the West Flute Pavilion. !」
As she said this, she turned around and walked towards the west flute tower: "Little He'er, come up quickly, I will take you to pick a flute."
Qi Jingzhi immediately followed him, but there was confusion on his face: "Master, do you still want to learn to play the flute after joining the Immortal Feather Mountain?"
Speaking of which, although he came across the charm of the two pieces of music "The Flying Dragon Calls the Rain" and "The Wind in the Pines" by chance, and benefited a lot from it, he himself was not familiar with the music, and he was not very interested in it.
"That's natural! The disciples of Xianyu Mountain must not only learn to play the flute, but also learn to make the flute."
Feng Zixu nodded matter-of-factly, and finally added: "Just be content, learning music is an elegant thing. Looking back a thousand years ago, the disciples of Xianyu Mountain had to learn to weave straw sandals!"
"Knitting straw sandals?"
Qi Jing was startled, but he immediately realized that his master must be talking about crane shoes, so he muttered in a low voice: "Actually, my disciple would rather learn to knit straw sandals than learn to play the flute..."
Although his voice was small, the master of Xuandu Temple was such an expert, and his eyes immediately showed ill intentions, and he struck Qi Jingzhi on the head with a flute with his backhand.
"Ouch!"
The young man followed the trend and groaned in pain. Then he realized something was wrong and asked doubtfully: "Master, what is your flute made of? Why does it feel light and airy, not like gold, iron and jade, but the texture is quite tight?" Really, it’s not like wood or bamboo.”
While they were talking, the master and the apprentice had already entered the West Dilou.
There is a row of shelves against the wall in the building, filled with flutes of different sizes and lengths. Some of them have been decorated with gold and color like Feng Zixu's flute, and many more have not undergone this last step and are still the same. The color of the original material is maintained, and without exception it is the bone white color that Qi Jingzhi is very familiar with.
Qi Jingzhi walked closer, picked up a primary-color flute and looked at it carefully. After confirming that it was correct, he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "These flutes are actually made of bones?"
As he spoke, he looked around and saw that there were white bone flutes on the shelves beside the wall. There were just big differences in the degree of whiteness. For example, the one he was holding in his hand must have been made for a long time. , has already turned yellow and brown.
Feng Zixu nodded lightly: "These flutes are made from local materials, made from the wing bones of cranes that have expired in the Crane Valley."
Next, without any pause, the Xuandu Temple Master directly taught the making method of the Crane Wing Bone Flute.
"When making a flute, you must first remove the skin and flesh from the crane's wing bones, then saw off the joints at both ends, smooth the upper and lower tube openings, and then remove the marrow inside to make the wing bones hollow."
"Then we have to polish it carefully so that the openings at both ends of the crane wing bone are oval-shaped, with the upper opening larger and the lower opening smaller."
"The next step is drilling. Depending on the length of the wing bones, five to eight holes can be drilled, especially the seven-hole flute. This process requires the highest skill, the location and spacing of the holes. It also has the greatest impact on the timbre..."
Qi Jingzhi became somewhat interested as he listened. He felt that it was similar to skinning prey. He had the illusion that he had returned to his old profession. When he looked at his master again, he felt a little more cordial inexplicably. .
Feng Zixu naturally discovered the change in his disciple, but he couldn't think of the reason for a moment, and his eyes showed suspicion, and he continued: "Because a crane has two wings, it can usually be made into two bone flutes, which happens to be It’s a pair of male and female flutes.”
"The male flute is slightly thicker and its sound is slightly higher, while the female flute is slightly thinner and its sound is slightly lower, which is exactly the yin and yang rhythm in the music."
"Speaking of the yin and yang rhythms, there are twelve musical rhythms made by the ancient sages, which are also called Liulu and Liulu. The odd numbers are yang and are called Liulu, and the even numbers are yin and are called Liulu."
"As the saying goes, the sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is primitive. The sun and the moon are waxing and waning, and the stars and constellations are arranged. The cold comes and the summer goes, the autumn harvests and the winter hides. The leap year is full, and the laws and regulations adjust the sun..."
"Our Xianyu Mountain's Lu Lu Yang Adjusting Technique is a secret passed down by the Feng Niao clan in the ancient heavenly calendar. It can harmonize Yin and Yang, correct the calendar, calculate solar terms, and cultivate all things."
"As for the specific practice method, it is naturally the making of male and female bone flutes and the study of yin and yang laws. It can be said that it conforms to the way of heaven and the principles of human beings. It is in the same vein as the practice of our Xuandu temple..."
Feng Zixu was clearly teaching flute making and music rhythm one moment, and then turned back to the principles of nature and humanity the next moment.
As she was talking, she suddenly remembered that Qi Jingzhi did not choose Honglu Dinghuo Sword Intent, so she immediately stopped talking and glared at her disciple fiercely.
Upon seeing this, Qi Jingzhi immediately shrank his neck, lowering his eyebrows and lowering his eyes, showing an extremely obedient and submissive expression.
While secretly observing his master's face, he thought to himself: "I didn't learn the Hong Lu Ding Huo Sword Intent before. Although my master didn't seem to care, I couldn't help but feel angry..."
"Hey! There's nothing we can do about it. She always has a big furnace burning in her heart. She has a sharp sword and unrivaled killing power. It's strange that she has such a good temper!"
"I have to be more obedient from now on. I must also learn the art of making and playing flutes, and the art of regulating yang and regulating the yang. Don't give her a reason to have an attack!"
