At dusk, in the middle of the night, I led the horse without any hurry or delay.
Several Taoist priests, who were several feet behind the two siblings, stood ready.
They deliberately kept a "safe" distance so as not to interfere with each other, and went up the mountain unimpeded.
After passing the sheep intestine mountain road leading to Xiaolianhua Peak, more than twenty feet higher, the road turns around. The mountain road is suddenly empty, surrounded by ancient trees, with a radius of 100 feet. There is an old well inside, and there is only one tree around it. The locust tree stands alone and is an eyesore. Next to the tree is a large cauldron, covered in bronze green and covered with incense ash, which shows that the incense is strong.
Further inside, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple that is obviously inconsistent with the aroma of this incense. It has been in disrepair for many years and has fallen into disrepair. The hard mountain top has a beam-lifting structure, the owl kisses and swallows the ridge, and there are intrigues, the front porch and the back eaves, and the square bricks on the ground, leading to a zigzag-wide path that leads to the main mountaineering trail here.
Halfway up the road, two cracked logs stood up out of place, like two old men standing on either side. There were fourteen characters on them, and the iron hooks and silver strokes were very sharp.
"The iron pestle is ground into a needle for a thousand years, and once you gain enlightenment, you must change your mind." After reading it lightly, Ye San couldn't help but praise, "It has the will of a sword."
"This was written by Lu Zu who abandoned Confucianism and turned to Taoism in a flash. He only saw the sword intent on his face, but couldn't see the secret behind it?" Ye Xia immediately said.
Ye San looked further away, touched his chin and muttered: "Are you telling us to go back?"
Naturally, my sister was feigning anger and had a brain breakdown.
Ye Xiayou said: "Thousands of years ago, China was in turmoil and the people were in dire straits. Lu Zhaoxian, the founder of Wudang, wanted to learn the Tao to help the world and save the common people. So he cultivated his mind and nature and understood the Tao. However, the Tao is not the Tao, so he practiced hard in Wudang Mountain for countless times. Zai couldn't see any light, his mind wavered, and he stopped moving forward, so he sat under the locust tree to the east, thinking hard, almost giving up. It was Li Laojun, the ancestor of Taoism, who came from thousands of miles away and transformed into an old man, grinding a pestle in front of the nunnery for three days. Non-stop. Lu Zhaoxian watched like this for three days and nights, and he had an epiphany under a tree. He went to Fuler Mountain to practice Taoism with great concentration. He gained enlightenment in one move and founded Wudang Taoism. These fourteen words were written by Lu Zu before returning to the mountain."
Having heard this beautiful Taoist talk before, Midnight joked: "I wonder if I will have an epiphany if I sit under the locust tree."
"It's not embarrassing." Ye Xiayou scolded with a smile, "It's all talk without practice, then why not go to enlightenment under the locust tree and see what you can understand."
"Lu Zu, who has attained Taoism in a thousand years, carries a swan in the belly of a sparrow. Young Master Ye has no Taoism in his heart, how can he realize anything?"
An old Taoist dressed in blue with white hair, white eyebrows and white beard walked out of Huixin Temple. He flicked the fly whisk in his hand and said "Infinite Heavenly Lord".
In the middle of the night, he stopped and looked at the old Taoist who had finished speaking in front of the dilapidated Taoist temple and remained motionless. He was wearing a slightly faded crimson purple dress, with wide sleeves folded over his collar, and he was looking like a fairy, with a fly whisk in his hand resting on one elbow. , the two dragon beards and the long beard are even more like a fairy with a fairy spirit.
It was just an unprecedented pressure of energy that made Ye San frown even more.
He is very powerful, Ye San thought so.
"How do you say this?" Ye Xiayou, who didn't wait for Ye Sanjiao to speak, but couldn't see his brother being spoken to, turned towards Lao Dao and said in an aggressive tone, "Tao is very Taoist, how can it be compared to others?"
The old Taoist still didn't step forward, but looked from a distance, "The Tao is in the heart but not outside the body. What kind of Tao can it be by preaching alone?"
"The old man guarded his possessions and understood inaction, the master taught him the doctrine of the mean, the great master defeated the enemy with both knowledge and love, the disciple observed the sky and knew yin and yang, Han Feizi gathered the three schools of magic and power to understand the rule of law, the supreme scholar penetrated the three thousand prosperity and saw through reincarnation. Which one is not If you start your own family and preach to the world, if you don't talk about it, how can you call it preaching? Isn't the so-called solving doubts just a matter of paper?"
Ye Xiayou followed the sound and shook the reins to follow it, but was caught by Ye Midnight again.
Of course, she wasn't afraid that this veteran would have bad intentions, Ye Sangen just simply didn't want her sister to argue with others.
The old Taoist over there laughed loudly and said again: "The word Tao is connected from end to end. Only by shrinking your head and walking along it can you achieve great things on the great road."
"Then how do you determine that my brother is innocent in his heart?"
Obviously, Ye Xiayou didn't take it seriously at all when trying to stop him at midnight, and he was fierce and seductive.
"The third young master achieved his ambition at a young age, and the opportunity was gratifying. At such a young age, he was able to turn nine heavenly signs and control his energy with his own energy. He is truly gifted. However, his martial arts path is similar to my cultivation. It is only through step-by-step that he has a positive result. Such an opportunity was brought about by fate. All he wanted was a castle in the air. , there is no foundation, how can we attain the great path if our state of mind is damaged in the future due to the reincarnation of cause and effect?”
Ye Xiayou touched the reins and dismounted from his horse. He walked forward alone and said: "My brother is very talented. The national master is especially famous for his martial arts. This martial art has been around since ancient times, but it is complicated and complex. My brother has watched hundreds of schools. After integrating it, why can't I understand it? Why do you think there is another cause and effect?"
I couldn't see the change in the expression of the old Taoist, but his tone was still calm and he said: "The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is not good. I should have been serious about martial arts, but because of the worldly affairs, I was thrown into the three thousand glitzy world, which messed up my mind. How can he understand the right path if he disturbs his wisdom roots?"
A few feet apart, Ye Xiayou and Lao Dao faced each other from a distance, "How can I say this when I work hard and work hard, and then I can stand up after a long period of accumulation?"
The old Taoist observes the eyes, the nose, and the heart, without desires or pursuits. "It is also the accumulation of small streams that accumulate thick and thin hair, and it is broken and then established after accumulated steps."
Ye Xiayou looked as if he was stunned, "According to what I said before, you can only attain Taoism by shrinking your head and walking away. But according to what I, a little girl, have heard, the Taoist master's interpretation of the words is far from the sages."
After all, there was a slight expression on his face that was not easy to detect. The old Taoist looked at Ye Xiayou attentively and said, "I have only read a few shabby books for decades. I don't know why I am inconsistent with what the female donor knows. Please enlighten me."
Ye Xie turned sideways, put her hands behind her back, and looked like a scholar, and said: "Since I just mentioned the word Tao, I shrink my head and walk away. It is unreasonable for a young woman to explain the meaning of the word without going into the details, but the inner meaning is Don’t act in a showy way. Yes or no?”
The old Taoist heard what Xian meant and thought he understood what Ye Xiayou said, but did not reply.
Ye Xiaer continued: "Laojun kept the Tibet and established the theory, and then transformed it into Hu Hangu, leaving five thousand words in "Taode". The Master taught knowledge and solved doubts, traveled around the world for thirteen years, and the "Six Classics of Spring and Autumn" will be famous throughout the ages. Master Mo participated in the Spring and Autumn Period. Hundreds of families are fighting, and the earthworms shake the trees to repel thousands of enemies, and end the war with fighting. Mr. Zuo has lived through the floating life, and his past and future events have lasted for hundreds of years. The Eight Diagrams and Five Elements are all over the world. The Han family was envied by others and endured the humiliation and burden, and merged magic in the prison. The three schools of power form a lineage of their own. The Supreme Master has gone through the vicissitudes of life, and has seen through all the troubles and grudges in this world. Under Bodhi, the Tathagata comes and goes. I dare to ask, which of these people didn't live in the world for decades before they realized the great way? Even Lu Zu was the same. In the world of mortals, fate will turn you to Taoism, how can you retreat from this and dare to say that your brother cannot achieve enlightenment?"
The old Taoist chuckled and said: "Don't bother me, an old fellow buried up to your neck in loess, to dig at these words. It's all about your heart and mind. Having the Tao in your heart is the Tao. How can you prove the Tao if you don't have the Tao in your heart?"
Ye Xiayou choked back, "Then how do you know that my brother is innocent in his heart?"
The old Taoist finally began to take a serious look at this strange woman whom he had only heard about before but never had the chance to see. "The third young master has an unstable mind. Now he has been hiding for three years, and he went to Wudang as soon as he was born, with an overwhelming momentum. How can he have Tao in his heart?" How can it be praised?"
"The God of Killing Bai Qi killed 400,000 Zhao people in a trap. How can he be praised? How can he become a god? He has become a Taoist, but he has become a god!"
Ye Xiayou was aggressive, his godless eyes staring straight at the old Taoist not far away, "I dare to ask, sir, how do I compare with my brother-in-law and Bai Qi?"
The old man was speechless.
Ye Hao raised his head and looked at the old Taoist who was in the upper hand with an attitude that was almost contemptuous, and said: "The most important thing in martial arts is concentration. When I was young, my younger brother studied hundreds of martial arts schools in the library and felt the celestial phenomena. Just like Wudang. As for cultivating the Tao, if there are no sages who have written books, cut out the complex and simplified it, how can you realize it? Looking at hundreds of schools of thought, how many people have sudden enlightenment? Aren't they all figured out step by step? Even Wudang has come up with it for thousands of years. He met Lu Zhaoxian. Once he was fully enlightened, it took more than twenty years for his enlightenment to soar. My younger brother had only been exploring the realm of celestial phenomena for a few years, and he dared to ask the Taoist priest. He was Han You, the so-called outer sect of the noble sect. Fish, how long did it take for you to devote all your spiritual energy to transform from transparent light to celestial phenomena?"
The old man said nothing.
Ye Xiaer didn't expect the old Taoist to reply to her, and said: "Now that the Taoist master is silent, is it possible that I can still practice inaction at this time? Are you thinking about controlling by doing nothing, or stopping by doing nothing? Thinking about not fighting is fighting. , or did you act recklessly before remembering to avoid disaster and act with caution and a pure heart and few desires?"
The old Taoist shook his head and laughed and said, "It is said that the second Miss Ye is very good at speaking. She once argued with Master Daoji of Shengren Temple about drinking and fighting skills, and they were equally good at it all day and night. She is very powerful."
Ye Xiayou bowed and made a blessing. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked back to Ye Xiaowei. He looked proud and said, "How about it? Praise me now."
Ye Sangen gave a wry smile and said, "You are so old, how can you still act like a child? How can you fight so hard?"
Ye Xiayou raised her head and smiled as if she had brought back two little sparrows from a bird's nest in the middle of the night when she was a child. She was proud and said with joy on her face: "No one can say anything about you in front of me. Even I, Ye Xiayou, can't tell you."
The old Taoist priest in front of the nunnery seemed to be talking to himself, "This woman has murderous intent when she opens her mouth."
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On the Little Lotus Peak, the little Taoist boy riding a leopard was hiding, looking at the mountaineering figure of two people and one horse through the dense forest, and was in a dilemma.
"Master, can I make a suggestion?"
"No." The topless Taoist priest, who was squatting by the tree and looking at Huixin Temple but never spoke, refused simply.
The little Taoist boy felt quite embarrassed, holding the hem of his clothes with both hands and felt very embarrassed, "But I've figured it all out."
The Taoist priest, who was so thin that his ribs were clearly visible, sneered and asked about his only disciple, "Who told you to forget about it? You used to have one hexagram every month, but now you have one hexagram a day. You must be sick."
The little Taoist boy was aggrieved by the unreasonable remarks made by his master, and said dissatisfied: "Whoever made the first lottery this month made a welcome lottery, and by chance, these two people came."
The topless Taoist priest curled his lips and said: "You are just enlightened, not open to the world. From now on, go to the bookstore to read some useful books. I can't even understand this "Drip of Heaven's Essence", but you can understand it like a hammer."
While talking, he reached for the bamboo slip from the Taoist boy's waist, opened it, and shook his head when he looked at the obscure and incomprehensible gestures on it, like ghostly symbols.
This kind of disrespectful behavior towards the master made the little Taoist boy very angry. You must know that the bamboo slips in the Wudang Mountain Book Pavilion have been passed down for thousands of years. They are the Taoist masters of the past generations who have inherited the teachings of their sages and spread them to great effect. New, which book does not carry the essence of Taoism and is steeped in the blood of our ancestors?
The rough behavior of the topless Taoist priest caused the little Taoist boy to grab it with his hands and said anxiously: "If you can't understand it, you can't understand it. Why did you snatch it away?"
I also know that my only disciple has been addicted to books since he was a child - or in other words, he has been addicted to books since he was literate. Although the inheritance of his family has relied mostly on oral tradition, after all, what is written in this book is only a superficial knowledge that can be understood. Who would pay attention to the profound contents? Books to make it widely circulated?
It's just that this disciple doesn't seem to have any other preferences, and as his master, he doesn't seem to be able to control him, so he lets this only disciple who has been recognized by Hua Leopard since he was a child go back and forth between Little Lotus Peak and Tianzhu Peak every day. While picking up the books, it’s also good to order some meat and fish as a toothpaste.
"Look at your hammer-like appearance. When I'm free, I'll write a book too. When the time comes and I've attained the Dao, you can make more money by selling it out." The topless Taoist priest stood up, feeling proud of his idea. .
The little Taoist boy rolled his eyes, "Whether you write a book or ascend to heaven, why don't you resolve this matter first? We are about to start a fight. Do you have to wait for trouble to happen before letting the people from the mountain come out to clean it up?" The little Taoist boy said bitterly. That perfectly fair face looked very depressed.
The old Taoist priest with a bare chest said, "Why fight? Zhang Jiu'e has such a naughty temper, it's strange that he can get into a fight. You unravel the numbers every day and pinch your fingers. What do you figure out? Break and then stand. Break and then stand. Don't break. How can we stand? If we want to break the situation, we must first create chaos. The more chaos, the better. Maybe we can break the chaos."
The little Taoist boy rolled his eyes and disagreed with the master's statement, but he was the master, so even if he didn't agree with it, he couldn't object.
"The mystery lies in this..." The bare-chested Taoist priest, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, deliberately made a long note and grabbed the apprentice who was trying to sneak away, as if to give him a pass, but then added, "You know what? hammer."
