A Qi-refining martial artist in the Nine Transformation Realm, a non-traditional martial artist in the virtual extreme realm, one who can absorb the good fortune of heaven and earth, and one who can be called an immortal in the world and enjoy the happiness of the world in one step.
Coupled with the strange mental method that can mobilize the energy of the surrounding heaven and earth to fight across borders, and the punch filled with decades of skill, the topless Taoist priest who had not made a move for a long time boldly took action to resolve this earth-shattering blow, even though he was of a special lineage. The technique was transferred next week to eliminate the powerful power, but most of it is still in the body. If it weren't for the Taoist mental method that transformed the three pure states into one qi and magically moved the three flowers together at the top, cleverly releasing that arrogant energy, I'm afraid it would have been a little later. You have to go see your master.
The little Taoist boy who only knows fortune telling and is not very familiar with it naturally does not understand the mystery. He only thinks that the master is injured. Now even if he sees that the master has recovered as before, he thinks that the master has nothing to do at a young age and keeps pestering the master. It is necessary to learn new skills other than the five arts of metaphysics.
The two masters and apprentices were making jokes here, and they were still following in the footsteps of the four of them at midnight. They were obviously watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously, but they saw the gray-bearded Zhang Jiue at the corner with his hands folded under his belly. , the whisk is tilted horizontally, standing aside respectfully.
When he saw the master and the apprentice, Zhang Jiue bowed respectfully, "Master's uncle, master's uncle."
It was obvious that he was deliberately waiting for him. The topless Taoist priest habitually reached into his arms and rubbed the old mud without asking. He just waited for the old Taoist, who was known as the "Mountain Guardian" by outsiders, to speak first.
Zhang Jiu'e, who had learned a lesson before, hesitated to speak and looked at the little Taoist boy beside him who was looking at him curiously. The little Taoist boy who was as big as a kid also understood. He snorted, followed suit, and sat down under a tree beside him with his hands behind his back.
The topless Taoist priest just waved his hand, and the little Taoist boy pouted, but he obeyed and stayed away.
Zhang Jiu'e bowed again. It might be strange for others to see such a reserved middle-aged Taoist priest at such a sixty-year-old age, but in Wudang, where there are many rules and regulations based on seniority, it is normal.
Zhang Jiu'e said: "Uncle Master gave me some enlightenment yesterday, but today he said something that he did not explain. Jiu'e is really confused. I wonder if Uncle Master can give me some advice and calm my mind."
This is indeed difficult for the Wudang mountain guard who almost took the position of leader. Ever since he was persuaded by the girl outside the mountain to have the Taoist heart of Wuwei yesterday, this extremely senior master uncle has been talking about it again and again. Tell yourself some obscure words.
Naturally, he understood the almost heavenly ability in this lineage. Zhang Jiu'e didn't dare to ask deeply. However, if he kept thinking about it like this, it was really confusing and he got deeper and deeper. For example, those who seek Tao pay more attention to their state of mind. They were confused by the four words "no destruction, no establishment" just on the mountainside, and they were still puzzled until they returned to Xinan.
Zhang Jiu'e, who was immersed in his own world of meditation, did not come back to his senses even when there was a huge fight on the mountainside. Only at the end did he realize that he was an unstable Taoist who had gone too far. He had been looking down on Yunjuan Yunshu for sixty years. The old Taoist priest did not dare to neglect, fearing that if he persisted in going his own way, his cultivation would be completely ruined, so he hurried back to the mountain in an attempt to untie his knot.
Naturally understanding the mysterious actions of his great uncle just now, Zhang Jiu'e could only suppress his anxiety and calm down.
He had almost guessed the purpose of this veteran Taoist's visit. The topless Taoist priest deliberately took a few steps to keep a sufficient distance from his extremely curious disciple to prevent the brat from eavesdropping. After confirming that he was far enough away, he just He put his arms around the old Taoist's shoulders, turned his back, and said softly: "Everyone knows which hammer is responsible for the Night Overthrow of Wudang. Why is it spread so widely?"
This straight-to-the-point sentence was like an enlightenment, and Zhang Jiue suddenly realized it.
Although he was a little uncomfortable with such an intimate act, Zhang Jiue still bit the bullet, kept his figure as low as possible, and said respectfully: "Teacher, when my uncle passed away, he pointed out that it was this night. Everyone in the Wudang Taoist sect knows that Teacher My great-uncle has spent his entire life meditating on the words of the old master Zhang Xutuo. To reach this point can be regarded as a great achievement. I think Wudang cannot just follow the trend and let them do whatever they want."
The topless Taoist priest curled his lips and said, "Fart, tell me how you put them up last night."
"This..." Zhang Jiue was speechless for a moment.
The topless Taoist priest, who was half a head taller than Zhang Jiu'e, looked even taller after the other person bent down. At this time, he had to bend down and raised his hand to touch the other person's heart, "What are you thinking about, you old boy?" Just don't hide it from me, I can't figure it out, and I still don't understand what you, a hammer, are going to do?"
There was no way a bare-chested Taoist priest could be polite when he spoke in an insipid manner. Even so, Zhang Jiue listened respectfully and did not dare to interrupt.
"Let me tell you, you old boy rejected Zhang Shangfu in order to devote yourself to cultivating Taoism. Apart from Zhang Jiuding, there was no suitable person in Wudang to do this thankless business. How should I say, Zhang Jiuding just picked it up? Even if you get an advantage, your brothers and sisters are not as good as him. Those who practice swordsmanship, those who practice medicine, those who practice medicine and those who draw ghost talismans, none of them are successful. You may want to borrow a sword to kill people, but have you ever thought that these four words you borrowed, It’s just a fart. I told Zhang Yunji about the Hammer’s Night Overthrow of Wudang. Zhang Xutuo knew the prophecies of a fart. When the thunder struck his head, he saw my strength in Wudang five hundred years later. It’s not bullshit. Fa. You have good intentions, but the downhill path our Taoist sect has taken in the past few decades is bad at the root and has nothing to do with anything else. It’s not Zhang Jiuding’s fault, Zhang Shangfu’s fault, or that girl Zhang Yunmei’s fault. But you Put all the blame on Zhang Jiuding. According to what you said, the fault ultimately lies with you. It was you who didn’t become the leader back then that led to everything happening now. Isn’t that right?”
Zhang Jiue was obedient.
"That makes sense." The person who spoke was not Zhang Jiu'e who was said to be the center of things, but the little Taoist boy who had arrived behind the two of them at some point.
The topless Taoist priest was startled and scolded: "Get out of here! Did I tell you to listen?"
The little Taoist priest said: "You two are hooking up with each other as if you are plotting something. Why don't people listen to it?"
The bare-chested Taoist priest raised his hand to strike, but the little Taoist boy quickly dodged him. He said angrily: "Do you understand? Just listen and let's play."
The little Taoist Tonghun didn't care and said: "I don't understand, but I know that there must be a cause and a result. Jiu'e made Jiuding make a mistake because he was not the leader."
"Because you are the fruit of a hammer!" the topless Taoist priest scolded, "When adults talk, children should stop interrupting."
The little Taoist boy rolled his eyes, obviously not listening.
The topless Taoist priest had nothing to do with his apprentice, so Zhang Jiu'e suffered another disaster. The bare-chested Taoist priest frowned and said, "Stop asking around here from now on. Go down to see your mountain. I don't know what day it will be in a few days. You still have time to ask me questions."
Zhang Jiu'e was even more submissive and left in a hurry, fearing that the war between master and disciple would affect him if he was too late.
The topless Taoist priest looked at the disciple who didn't take his words to heart at all and mounted the leopard. He shook his head and sighed, "Oh, no matter what, I have to give up a lot of life this time."
Looking down the mountain again, the topless Taoist priest pinched his fingers and frowned deeply, looking like a mountain with ravines and ravines.
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The sky was gloomy, with thick black clouds rolling down from the northwest.
Two young Taoist priests, one Kun Dao female crown and one Qian Dao feather robe, are wearing golden-yellow ring robes that are not common even among Taoist sects. You must know that this color is not only authorized by the imperial court in Taoist sects, but also It's outside the mountains, not to mention ordinary civilians, even relatives of the emperor, if their clothes have such colors, beheading is a minor punishment. It is no longer transgression, but a major crime of transgression and disobedience.
Moreover, upon closer inspection, the Qiandao Yuyi's robe was covered with patches of different sizes, with several patches stacked on top of each other. Such attire made several pilgrims who went up the mountain point and whisper.
Obviously, these outsiders who do not understand the hierarchy within the Taoist sect and only focus on the perception of seniority do not understand the identity that this piece of clothing should have.
Golden yellow means that this person has received the great ordination from the gods, has become a master of Taoism, and has the ability to open forums and lectures, so he is qualified to wear this color. The key is that this man and woman are so young, even those in the Taoist sect must be skeptical when they see him.
Especially the patchwork but clean as new robe. Most of these clothes are passed down from generation to generation. Some little-known Taoist temples are not known to have such a golden one. Taoist monks, even if they have the humblest ordinary gray robe, they have to burn high incense every day.
At such an age and with such an identity, it is really difficult for people to understand and understand.
The female crown supported an old woman and said, "Wu-Dang has arrived."
This was a fellow traveler they met while taking the boat. They said they were coming to Wudang to petition. Because the family members were old and worried, they wanted to do something big this year, so the old lady came to Wudang to offer incense and pray for blessings. .
Seeing that the old woman had difficulty moving, and being on the way, the two came with her out of good intentions.
When we got to the bottom of the mountain, no matter what the reason was, it was inconvenient to continue walking.
The old woman also saw that the status of these two people was aloof and different from the rest of the world, so she said goodbye politely and left alone slowly. The direction we looked at was not to go to Tianzhu Peak Laojun Temple or Yuxu Palace where there are many pilgrims, and bypass the three four-column and five-floor archways. Instead, we were going to Zangxianyan Huilongyuan, which has such a long history that almost no one cares about it now. .
Watching the old woman leave, the man tidied up his clothes, wore a free scarf and a patchwork of clothes, clasped his hands on his lower abdomen, walked very respectfully, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes.
The female crown carrying a bamboo box on her side followed suit and complained in a low voice, "I told you to wait until you get up the mountain before changing into this beggar's clothes. Look at us now. All the men, women, old and young are looking at us. It's embarrassing." No shame.”
Qiandao Yuyi's steps were a little faster, the ribbons were swaying and fluttering, as if he was alone in the world, turning a deaf ear and just moving forward.
Nu Guan was still complaining, "Brother, let me tell you, Li Zhang Jiutian and his wife are not in the mountains at this time. Even if we go, we have to wait. Just listen to me and go out for a walk, okay?" It’s easy to go out once and go home once, but you just don’t listen to me.”
Midori Hagoromo stopped, causing Nu Guan to stumble as she followed closely with small steps. Turning to look at Nu Guan who called him "brother", Kandao Yuyi said without any change of expression: "If you make any noise again, just go back by yourself."
Although it was not a scolding, the female crown still kept silent as if she was afraid, and secretly stuck out her tongue.
Under the archway engraved with the four characters "Zhishi Xuanyue", a Taoist priest guarding the mountain saw this strange male and female Taoist priest. He was surprised and stepped forward to stop him. However, before he could speak, Gandao Yuyi bowed and bowed.
An elderly Taoist priest came forward, bowed respectfully, sang "Blessings are immeasurable", and said, "I don't know which mountain gate my fellow Taoists are visiting, please allow me to go and report something."
Naturally knowing that the status of these Taoist priests who patrolled the mountain was low, they did not recognize the weight that their clothes should have. Qian Dao Yuyi still had the calm look of looking at his nose and heart, and said: "This visit to Wudang, although it is abrupt, But it is also a rule of the Taoist sect once every five years, so without bothering the master, I will go to the Taihe Hall and the head of your sect will know about it."
Although the older Taoist priest was unfamiliar with this Taoist robe, the aura revealed by the other person's words and deeds made them, Taoist priests of the past few months, somewhat unsure of their identity and did not dare to neglect. However, they could not break the rules within the sect, so they had to bow again. Shen Shen said: "I hope fellow Taoists will tell me, don't make it difficult for poor Taoists to do it."
In view of the private agreement between the two families, it was inappropriate to visit the mountain gate with such a big fanfare. Gandao Yuyi naturally had his own thoughts and said: "How can we make it difficult for fellow Taoists when we go up the mountain?"
Looking at the two Taoist priests, a man and a woman, who were about to go up the mountain, the older Taoist priest carrying a long sword stepped forward to stop them without thinking, with a troubled expression.
But before he could open his mouth, a young Confucian scholar wearing a flowing hairband like a scarf said, "The Miao Taoist master of Longhu Mountain visited the mountain gate. Ninety-nine percent of the time, it was a dispute between the ancestral families."
Leaving behind a word without beginning or end, the Confucian scholar tightened his hands on a masterpiece of historical work "Gou Shen" compiled by a partnership of great virtues and famous Confucian scholars of this dynasty, and entered the stone archway of the mountain gate without looking back.
The Wudang Taoist priest who was so shocked by the Confucian scholar's words looked at the two young Taoist priests in front of him, dumbfounded.
I don’t recognize this piece of clothing, but the title of Miao Taoist is one that is superior to the head of a sect.
Preaching and preaching are what all Taoist priests call "Sir".
The Miao Taoist master of Longhu Mountain, whose identity was exposed, looked at the Confucian scholar striding up the mountain with doubts in his eyes.
As if he felt the gaze behind him, the Confucian scholar turned his head, tapped the "Gou Shen" in his hand, and said with a smile: "It's better to choose the day than to hit it. Xiaosheng depends on your ability and youthfulness."
After finishing speaking, the Confucian scholar tied up his hair and strode up the mountain.
The Miao Taoist bowed down and said, "Please."
