"There is a mystery behind this kid's move."
In the woods in the mountains, the topless Taoist priest, who had been watching the movement, rubbed his chin and squinted his eyes, thinking deeply.
"..."
Not hearing what his nagging disciple was saying, the skinny, bare-chested Taoist priest turned to look at the little Taoist boy next to him, who was called teacher and uncle by his disciples at a young age. He saw his only disciple squatting under a towering ancient tree. , shoulders rise and fall.
"Are you crying?" the topless Taoist priest asked in confusion, "Are you crying while watching people fight?"
The bare-chested Taoist priest stepped forward and saw branches and grass stalks on the ground in front of the little Taoist boy, three copper coins with round square holes that were so old that the writing was blurred, and an insider could tell at a glance the shiny bag at the door. The tortoise shell was thrown aside casually, and the treasured book "The Essence of Dropping Heaven" was also thrown on the ground; in his hand was a bamboo tube the size of an adult's fist, with one hundred and eight bamboo sticks shaking randomly, making a slight rustle. Even the very restless oriole fell aside at this time, and from time to time it pecked at the casually thrown aside.
At this time, the little Taoist boy frowned, exactly like the Taoist priest who had just exposed his chest, rubbing his chin and mumbling something.
The bare-chested Taoist priest stood aside and stopped talking. He watched quietly as the little Taoist boy slapped him again. A bamboo stick came out from the bamboo tube with two tiny characters "无码" on it. There was another small pile of withered grass and three copper coins. There is no pattern in the pros and cons, and the tortoise shell is taken and put away.
"Master, I can't calculate it anymore." The little Taoist boy finally raised his head and was about to cry.
Even though he knew that the disciple's appearance was just a disguise, the master was still the master. He felt heartbroken and knelt down to pick up the three coins, "What do you want?"
"Wu-Tang Luck."
The little Taoist boy said it lightly, but the bare-chested Taoist priest who had just held his right hand to make a divination was startled and directly opened his mouth and cursed: "You bastard, Wudang is the ancestral home of my Taoism. It has been inherited and accumulated for thousands of years. Lu The old man, my ancestor, worked hard to combine the three essentials of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism to create today's great energy. If you can calculate it with a hammer, you can calculate it."
At this time, Li Xiaodao Tong obviously no longer pretended, and he really shed tears, "Then our Wudang... won't be so ruined, right?"
The bare-chested Taoist priest was confused. He looked at his young disciple who had been so carefree in the past and had been chasing evil spirits these days, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Destroy for what?"
"Master, please don't hide it from me." The little Taoist boy wiped his tears and felt aggrieved, "I heard Jiuding and Jiu'e talking about it a few days ago. I even went to the bookstore to check. Five hundred years ago, I was Wudang Zhang Xutuo, the 15th generation master, failed to ascend and glimpsed the threshold of heaven. He saw that my Wudang Qi had become empty after five hundred years, and he left a prophecy before the army was dismissed. There were no footless birds on the mountain, and the Dayue Temple was covered at night. Five hundred The year is about to change, and you can’t wait until spring arrives.”
The topless Taoist priest was speechless. He tugged at the corner of his mouth and uttered two words, "Bullshit."
The little Taoist boy stood up angrily. He resented his master for being so careless even though he was used to it. He pinched his fingers and said stubbornly: "You reckon, it has been exactly five years since Zhang Xutuo was dismissed from the army. It has been a hundred years, and spring has not yet begun. This family named Ye has come to our Wudang. This is not... this is not..." He didn't say anything in the end, and Xiao Daotong's eyes turned red again.
The topless Taoist priest sneered and asked, "Then what do you mean by telling me about the footless bird on the mountain?"
This time, the Taoist boy was a little speechless. He tilted his head and thought for a long time. He looked at the Ye family siblings who were already drifting away in the distance and wondered, "I can't figure it out."
The topless Taoist priest sneered again and spit out the mantra, "You are a hammer." He walked towards Huixin Temple and asked: "The whole Taihe Dayue Mountain is worse. Each of you, one leopard and one bird, in the past ten years, can be regarded as After wandering around, have you seen a footless bird?"
"Then let me ask you again." Regardless of whether the disciple followed or not, the topless Taoist priest continued, "What does it mean to not wait for spring to come?"
When asked again, he was speechless. The little Taoist snorted angrily and muttered in a low voice: "Why do I need you as a master?"
Hearing this, the topless Taoist priest pretended not to have heard anything. He put his hand into his arms and lazily rubbed the old mud that had not been washed all winter. He said: "Heavens and beings have been unable to sense for thousands of years. Zhang Xutuo only How can a person who has glimpsed the threshold of heaven predict the future? Furthermore, the old guy has practiced Taoist martial arts and knows shit about prophecies. He has to go to the canteen to ask about what to eat for dinner. .”
Regarding the rebellious and insulting remarks made by the master, the little Taoist boy who was packing up some objects on the ground was obviously very sensitive and stopped him loudly: "Bah, bah, bah, God will thunder and strike you when he hears that you are so disrespectful of the teacher!"
The topless Taoist priest didn't care at all, and said: "That old guy Zhang Xutuo keeps talking like a mountain across the street. The five Taoist arts involve three branches except ours. In the whole world, anyone who can master one of them is regarded as a favor by the immortals. Your master once said that Wudang has been cherished by Taoists for thousands of years, and it is our ancestral home of Taoism. How could it be easily overthrown? Although the power of the world has been gradually diminished in the past five hundred years, and attaining the Great Dao has become a dream, but in five hundred A few years ago, my Taoist sect became ascensed and ascended, but there was no way I would have ruined the incense of future generations."
After stuffing copper coins, tortoise shells, bamboo tubes and bamboo sticks randomly into the bag, the little Taoist boy ran towards his master who spoke freely. The leopard followed closely, and the oriole, which had been combing its ginger feathers on the branches, swooped down and landed on the flower. On the leopard's head, the big pet, which was about half a man tall, shook its head uncomfortably.
This little Taoist boy, who was called the teacher's uncle by the disciples of the Yue generation, followed the topless Taoist priest and asked: "At that time, the old master Zhang Xutuo was expected to ascend and join the ranks of immortals in the heavenly gate. It is understandable if he has the influence of heavenly beings. It’s reasonable to know what happened before and after, so why can’t it be trusted?”
"My Taoist door proves the great road, and there are four realms of awakening, enlightenment, sudden enlightenment, and thorough enlightenment, just like the seven realms along the way to martial arts. In the last stage, they are all inseparable from returning to the truth and returning to nature. Zhang Xutuo spent fifty years in vain in the realm of full enlightenment, and finally forced himself Breaking through the realm and returning to one's true state will naturally lead to divine punishment. It's good that he can bear those thunders from the sky. He still has time to look at the five hundred years before and after. Are you really as capable as an immortal on earth? No matter how powerful you are, no matter how good you are Invincible, he is also running rampant under the Nine Heavens, fighting against the law of heaven, he is a hammer."
The bare-chested Taoist priest talked eloquently and well-founded. The little Taoist boy listened and thought about it and agreed with it.
The topless Taoist priest continued: "Just read the book honestly. Don't think about what you have and what you don't have every day. If the sky falls, there will be a tall man holding it up. You are afraid of a hammer."
The little Taoist boy nodded sympathetically, looked up at the master who was three or four heads taller than him, and said with something in his words: "Thank you, master."
Naturally, he didn't pay attention to his apprentice's ingenuity. The bare-chested Taoist priest put his hands behind his back and shook his head, "Your master said that you can achieve the Tao. We don't know whether it is true or not. If you become the first person to achieve Tao in five hundred years, We, Wudang, also have a bright face. When the time comes, wouldn’t it be a good thing for you to be active with those gods and immortals in heaven and let them take care of our Taoist ancestral family?”
The little Taoist boy said seriously: "What about Qingcheng Dragon Tiger Qiyun Maoshan?"
The topless Taoist priest replied with a confused mind, "Those are all distributed by us. If Wudang is good, they will be fine too."
"Then Longhu Mountain is trying to steal the ancestor named Zhang from us."
The little Taoist boy choked out something untimely, which made the topless Taoist priest speechless. After hesitating for a while, his brain collapsed again, and he said: "In the future, read some serious books on the Eight Classics, or else I will follow Zhang Jiuxiang, the gatekeeper. Said I won’t let you in.”
The little Taoist boy curled his lips and rubbed his head, ignoring the master's threats.
In Huixin'an, Zhang Jiue saw two masters and apprentices, one old and one young, coming over. He hurriedly stepped forward to say hello, "Master's uncle, master's uncle."
The respectful attitude of this old Taoist in blue with white hair, white eyebrows and white beard is enough to show the rules of the mountain sect.
Seeing Zhang Jiue, the topless Taoist priest scolded him without any reason: "Be careful in the future. If you should say something that shouldn't be said, check if there is anyone around you before you say it. If you shouldn't say it, leave it alone."
The old Taoist Shoushan, who had just been told by Ye Xieyou that he had suffered a secret loss, was not sure why. Without asking for the reason, he saw that Zhang, the most senior person in Wudang, had already climbed the mountain. Only the Taoist boy who was senior and younger was rushing to do it for him Made a face.
The old Taoist Lanyi, who had been guarding the mountain for more than 20 years, couldn't help but make a sad face and said "Infinite Heavenly Lord". This Taoist heart may have been damaged again.
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"That old man is very powerful, isn't he?" Ye Xiayou asked on the mountain road.
"Taoist Master Jiu'e is the first successor designated by the current leader Wu. He is the one who has cultivated the path of inaction. He really sees through the mortal world and has nothing to do with the world, but I don't know why he gave up the position of leader to Zhang Jiuding. I wholeheartedly want to be the guardian of Wudang Mountain."
"This is the inaction that practitioners pay most attention to. To put it bluntly, there is no permanent thing in the mind, which is inaction. This old man may be able to realize the Great Way in the future."
I don’t know what the mountain guard who returned to the Xin’an Temple would think if he heard this.
It was already dark when Ye Xie and Ye Xie arrived at Fuxingyou Pavilion in the middle of the night. They tied up their horses in the middle of the night and helped my sister into the pavilion. They picked up some dry wood and started a fire. They also took some dry food from the package and ate it with their sister. .
"We'll stay here for the night tonight, and we'll go up early tomorrow." Ye Sangen chose a corner with a leeward wind, hugged her sister into her arms, and said, "Go to sleep quickly."
"The hut with the sky and the earth, it seems like it hasn't been like this for a long time, right?" Ye Xiayou opened his dull eyes, looking towards the starry sky outside the pavilion.
Midnight was stunned for a moment, as if he was pondering, and said: "It's been three years, the night when Master Rabbit and the old dog caught up with us. In that ruined temple, there was air leaking from all directions."
Ye Xiayou nestled in his brother's arms, tightened the wooden box in his arms, closed his eyes, and seemed to be thinking.
"I even asked for a knife that night."
Three years ago, Beijing.
I originally thought that the most dangerous place was the safest, and I also figured that after I hid for a while, the old man at home who always told me about it would deny the matter, so I took my sister out of the house in the middle of the night and didn't go very far. So he hid in the capital, not far from the capital.
Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, a big incident happened because of the girl whom they had not known for long and whom they were quite close to. The old man in the family was furious and sent twelve soldiers to look for his siblings.
That fierce battle on the hilltop in the north of the city, which was mentioned many times by everyone from high-ranking officials to peddlers, severely injured her internal organs in the middle of the night. She was in a coma for several days. When she woke up, her sister was blinded by tears all night long.
Fortunately, a few maids in the courtyard of the Ye family sent a message at midnight to tell her that after waking up, she took her sister to avoid the first pursuit of the twelve horsemen and prepared to go south without waiting for the wound to recover.
It was snowing heavily that night, and the sister and brother hid in a ruined temple at the foot of Nanshan Mountain in the capital. They also kept themselves warm by the fire. They held their frail sister like this in the middle of the night. The best tracking dog and doctor among the Twelve Horsemen. Rabbit, who is both poisonous and masterful, knocked on the temple door.
Ye San didn't know when the other ten people of the Twelve Horse Guards, who always weighed each other when going out, would show up, so after settling her sister in the temple, she forcefully snatched her away, shook her head, and held her tightly in her arms without letting go. wooden box.
This was the first time he disobeyed his sister.
He also refused to listen to his mother's repeated instructions before she died, "You must be willing to ask for a knife."
Twelve horsemen and twelve front soldiers have really watched Ye San Geng from his birth to the present, and they can even be regarded as Ye San Geng's master to a certain extent.
Now the swords are facing each other, not to mention Ye Xiayou's disapproval, even the rabbit and the dog who are the twelve horsemen cannot be so cruel.
Walking out of the ruined temple at midnight, the snow fell harder and the wind blew faster.
Ye Xiayou, who had just adapted to the darkness, scratched the doorpost and didn't know what to say.
In the middle of the night, he threw away the wooden box and took out the knife, which he had only seen and never touched before.
The name of the knife is Luanhu.
The sword is five feet long, the handle is two feet five, and the blade is two feet five.
The wind and snow are even worse.
It hurt even when the snowflakes hit my face.
Ye Xiayou didn't know how long she waited. Whether it was the blink of an eye, a cup of tea or a stick of incense, she was picked up by her younger brother, and the wooden box was stuffed into her arms.
"What's wrong?" Ye Xiayou remembered that her tone was a little confused, and she also remembered that her brother carried her on his back for a long time without saying a word.
It was not until a long time later that Ye Hao found out that when the Luanhui was swung down, Master Rabbit and the old dog, who were 100% sure to avoid it, were stabbed abruptly.
The two of them fell into the snow without saying a word, but Ye Xiayou knew that his brother and sister owed their debt to the twelve pawns.
Ye San tightened his grip on his sister, rested his chin on her forehead, and said, "Stop thinking nonsense. You will never move unless absolutely necessary."
Ye Xia's voice sounded like a dream, "Luan Hu heard it too."
When I visit the Youting Pavilion, there is a low sound of knives.
