Naturally, he stayed up all night in the middle of the night and ignored the group of pilgrims whispering outside the pavilion.
From the time when Lu Zu and Lu Zhaoxian integrated the strengths of Confucianism and Buddhism more than a thousand years ago in this world and established Taoism based on the essence of Taoism, to the time when the patriarch Zhang Jingyan spread Taoism to the whole world 700 years ago. , even if it goes without saying that Wudang is the crown of the Five Mountains, its status has long been transcendent in the eyes of Taoists and outsiders.
Regardless of whether it is the previous dynasty or the Great Zhou Dynasty, Wudang is the ancestral home of Taoism after all. For more than a thousand years, successive dynasties have continued to build momentum and have become a spiritual sustenance for advocating Taoism. What those pilgrims don't care about is the trivial oracle, which is dispensable and does not affect this blessed land from becoming a leader in Taoism.
Otherwise, for Zhenwu’s birthday on March 3 every year, those pilgrims from thousands of miles away would set out and travel across mountains and rivers a month or two in advance.
From the moment the mountain gate is opened at Mao Shi, Taoist temples of all sizes on the seventy-two peaks welcome those devout laymen who have been waiting at the foot of the mountain in the middle of the night just to burn a stick of incense as soon as possible. The whole Wudang, except for the Taihe Hall on Tianzhu Peak, began to be filled with incense and kept sleeping.
This is not an obsession, this is a belief beyond itself.
In the middle of the night, he ignored the pilgrims with strange looks outside the pavilion. After all, this group of people were the first to go up the mountain to offer incense today. Outsiders like them, who are familiar with Wudang sect rules, knew that unless there were any large-scale events on Tianzhu Peak, Outsiders are not allowed to stay overnight in the mountains during ceremonies or large altar sacrifices, let alone sleeping in the open.
Therefore, the sisters and brothers who were visiting the Youting Pavilion in the middle of the night were pointed out by dozens of pilgrims and whispered about their identities. They didn't know why they were here.
Some pilgrims who stayed overnight in the village of Wudang outer sect disciples at the foot of the mountain also heard the clear whistles at noon yesterday, and they also made some wild guesses in their doubts.
The morning dew in the mountains is heavy, which is the most freezing time in early spring. On the first day, Ye Xiayou suffered a heavy blow from Jiugongyan. He lost both his energy and blood for a while and could not recover. From time to time, a little bit of energy enters my sister's body, which can warm up her body to some extent.
Originally, I was still planning to wait for the sun to come out and the temperature to rise before walking. But until I passed by pilgrims with their families in small groups on the mountain road from time to time, the sky was still groggy.
It was calculated that the time should be past Chen hour. In the middle of the night, he helped his sister carry the wooden box and led the horse to help her up. As soon as she left Defuyou Pavilion, she heard a rumble.
"The night is far away. I haven't seen you for three years. Do you miss the monk?"
"Why are you missing you, you bald ass? If you are thinking, you are missing me."
"I'm going to throw away your mother, who do you think you are?"
"I'm your father, but I'm your senior brother!"
"You're a piece of shit."
Two rough voices murmuring at each other came from down the mountain. The sound was so thick that it made the forest rustle and made the pilgrims outside the pavilion lose their balance and sway.
In the middle of the night, he raised his hand to support Ye Xie, and looked closely. He could only hear the sound but no one was coming. Judging from the sound alone, he must be far away, but in the blink of an eye, he saw two figures rushing one after the other. When he came, there was another person not far away.
Another breath, and three figures arrived outside the pavilion without distinction.
Ye Xia could hear the voices of people coming from far away and smiled. He had been talking about these two monks a few days ago, but he didn't expect that they would come today.
"How did the great monk come?"
"Ye Xia'er, what you said is so unreasonable. When you two made such a big fuss in the capital, you didn't ask the great monk to join in the fun, which made you go blind."
"Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about, you idiot? If Ye Xiayou is blind, then he wants to open his eyes to see the big road."
Ye Xia You smiled even more happily.
"Go away, you have no right to interrupt what I'm talking about."
"Who are you, I am your father!"
"You're my fucking junior brother!"
"I am your senior brother!"
One was tall and thin, the other was short and fat, and the two monks were glaring at each other with beards and cold eyebrows, indicating that they were ready to take action.
Looking at the two monks in front of them, whose sloppy cassocks looked like they had been washed out of a mud puddle, Ye Sangen's disgust after frowning was obvious, but Ye Ya'er was laughing so hard.
The one standing behind the two monks was Wudang mountain guard Zhang Jiu'e, saying "Infinite Heavenly Lord", and said slowly: "Two Taoist friends, I, the Taoist sect, cannot listen to such filthy words, so please do your best. "
The fat monk, who sometimes called himself the Great Monk, sometimes called me Lao Tzu, touched his bald head that was even brighter under the sun, looked at the thin monk next to him, and asked, "Is he Zhang Jiu'e?"
The thin monk put his hand on his chin and raised his head slightly, seeming to think for a while before nodding and saying: "Probably."
"Yes, are you fucking explaining what should be?" The fat monk was very dissatisfied with the thin monk's answer, "Could it be that he is Zhang Ying?"
The thin monk clasped his hands at Zhang Jiu'e, said the Buddha's name, and said: "Taoist Jiu'e, you see, he has spoken dirty words again, which not only disturbs the purity of your Taoism, but also breaks my Buddhist precepts. Please take action, Taoist Jiu'e." Drive him down the mountain, or kill him directly, take his head off and play Cuju, if I intervene, I will be his child."
He was talking about horse racing, but the thin monk said it seriously, which made Ye Xieyou laugh again.
Zhang Jiu'e naturally ignored the two monks' crazy quarreling. He flicked his fly whisk and said "Infinite Heavenly Lord" again. He looked at his eyes, nose and heart with a carefree look. He said in a leisurely manner: "The two Taoist friends also want to prove the Tao." A great virtuous monk, please respect yourself."
The two monks ignored the Wudang gatekeeper at all.
"Ye Xia You, I miss you so much." The thin monk looked at Ye Xia You and smiled innocently, but he felt extremely vulgar no matter how he looked at her.
"The great monk is too busy thinking about food and tea." The fat monk said it seriously, but no matter how these words came out of his mouth, it felt like it had changed.
"Why the hell are you trying to imitate me!" The thin monk was immediately annoyed. He felt that the fat man next to him, whom he had disliked since childhood, was thinking the same thing as him that Ye Xiayou was taking advantage of him.
"Oh, you deserve a beating, right?" The fat monk's eyes widened, "What's wrong with imitating you?"
"Fat man, if you say you are itchy, I will slap you to death!" The thin monk stared at him unwillingly.
Two people are facing each other tit for tat, so they have to roll up their sleeves and get ready to fight.
"Two fellow Taoists..." Zhang Jiue was about to speak again, but was choked back by the two monks saying "Shut up."
"Can you two calm down for a while?" Although the two great monks had long been accustomed to endless bickering over trivial matters, seeing Zhang Jiu'e's ugly expression on the side, Ye San even tried to persuade him.
"Let's go and play!" The fat monk stared at Midnight and was very irritable, "Believe it or not, I'll beat you too!"
The thin monk then became happy. He took two steps back and crossed his arms across his chest as if to watch a show. He also added fuel to the fire by provoking: "Believe it or not."
Ye Xiayou couldn't help the two monks who quarreled and fought over nothing, and said: "Stop making trouble now, tell me, why are you two here in Wudang when you are not staying in the capital?"
The fat monk glared at the thin monk. He wanted to scold him, but he thought it was more important to answer Ye Xiayou first. He forced a smile on his fat face and said: "Since you and Ye Sangen left, we have been together every day. It was so boring in that ruined temple. Anyway, once the old man left home, he would have to wait for several months, so we ran out..."
The thin monk stepped forward and pushed the fat monk away, and said, "I heard you appeared in Lizhou City a while ago, so we went to look for you. On the way, we thought that you were angry with Wudang, and I couldn't help you. Come back. I turned a corner and came to Wudang, but I didn’t expect..."
The fat monk pushed the thin monk away again and said, "Then we were going up the mountain, and we happened to bump into this guy who said you were also on the mountain. Isn't it a coincidence?"
"How can you call someone Niubi?" The thin monk looked at the fat monk, "This is the Taoist priest in feather clothes."
The fat monk patted his bald head, then slapped himself in the face. He clasped his hands and apologized to Zhang Jiu'e who was beside him, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Taoist priest, I just can't handle my bad talk. Don't blame me." After saying this, he slapped himself several times in succession, but his voice was crisp and clear.
Zhang Jiu'e was about to speak before he could say anything. The thin monk over there saw that the fat monk was deflated. He was very proud of himself. He didn't mind the excitement and said with a smile: "You can slap yourself to death with more force, so as to save the weather." Lao Tzu.”
The fat monk snorted coldly and said: "I will die behind you, and I will feed your relics to the dogs when the time comes."
The thin monk said arrogantly: "Buddha said if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Just feed the dogs. If I die, I can still let the dogs fill their bellies and do good deeds."
The fat monk snorted disdainfully again and said, "I'm afraid even dogs won't eat it."
"If the dog eats yours, why don't you die first and I'll feed it?"
"The dog is your relative, why do you take care of it like this?"
"The dog is your relative!"
"It's your relative!"
"It's you!"
"It's you!"
"I think you two are both stupid." Ye Sangen was very annoyed at the two people who always bickered regardless of time and place.
"Shut up!" The two monks glared at Ye Sangen and scolded him at the same time. Regardless of Ye Sangen's reaction, they looked back at each other, apparently wanting to take action again.
"I'm telling you Yishui, when you passed the broken door at the bottom of the mountain just now, you argued with me. If I hadn't rushed to see Ye Xiayou, do you think I would have let you go?" The fat monk pointed at the thin monk with his big eyes. Like a shrew scolding the street.
The thin monk also pointed at the fat monk and said: "Yishan, don't think I'm afraid of you. I didn't tell you the difference just now. Let's fight again!"
"Come on, come on, make signs."
The reason why the two of them were so disgraced was because they had just had a fight.
Seeing that the two monks were about to attack again, Ye Xiayou, who obviously had no choice but to do anything, finally said: "Are you two still finished?"
It can be regarded as a disguised form of persuasion.
The two monks seemed stunned and touched their bald heads at the same time.
The fat monk finally got serious and said, "I almost forgot about the business."
"Opposite, opposite." The thin monk rarely refuted him this time. He agreed with the fat monk and said, "Business matters are more important."
Two extremely weird-looking monks shook off the sleeves they had just rolled up, put away their impudent expressions, walked to Zhang Jiu'e who had been watching the farce, and stood two steps away. They clasped their hands together and bowed slightly. Body, eyebrows lowered and eyes closed, "Sage Temple is surrounded by mountains and rivers, come to Wudang to transform into a vegetarian."
There was no more bickering like before, they all spoke in unison.
Zhang Jiu'e flicked the fly whisk and said calmly: "In the mountains, I don't know what kind of food can attract the attention of these two Taoist friends?"
"statement."
The two great monks who claimed to be one mountain and one river spoke in unison again, as if the sound of Sanskrit coming from the Nine Heavens echoed into the valley. For hundreds of miles, some Taoist priests and pilgrims in the field were shaken from side to side by the sound waves, covering their ears with their hands.
Zhang Jiuding frowned and said "Go", interrupting the soaring sound wave.
The two great monks have majestic treasures, and they seem to have golden light blooming, like lotus flowers.
In the middle of the night, he looked at the two of them intently, seeming to say to himself: "There is a Buddha image."
On the side of the mountain road, the topless Taoist priest kicked the little Taoist boy next to him who had an admiring look on his face and said, "This is the legendary Buddhist lion's roar." He said, "Go and call someone, this time it's going to be a big deal."
