Everyone knows that "Journey to the West" has been updated again!
The vision on Fangcun Mountain has already spread throughout the sky.
The demon clan is still looking forward to the new bloodline of heaven this time, but on the human side, Taoist masters suddenly came down the mountain one after another, making clouds and rain, paving roads and building bridges.
Don't ask, just ask because you want to do something for the common people in the world.
The false Buddha received incense in the Western Region, and the true God came into the world to comfort all living beings.
For a time, purple rainbows pierced the sky in Daxuan and white cranes flapped their wings.
In this regard, Confucianism expressed silence.
Although Taoist masters usually do some such things, such a large-scale dispatch is really rare. According to unknown sources, Daomen's move is to create momentum for the latest chapter of "Journey to the West".
No one believed it at first, especially some Confucian scholars who firmly denied this statement. After all, as of the writing of "Journey to the West", apart from Buddhism and the demon clan, the largest force is Heaven. Although Heaven looks like Taoism, it is actually Confucian court structure.
What does it have to do with his Taoism!
We are all familiar with each other, but we can’t force ourselves on each other.
But this statement was soon broken by the Taoist sect claiming to be "in the name of a great virtuous teacher" when accepting the people's gratitude.
Great teacher!
At first, no one thought of this title, thinking it was a certain Taoist priest who was not born in the Taoist sect. It was not until the people returned home and saw the "Zhong Kui Ghost Hunting Picture" hanging on the wall of their homes that they all realized it.
Damn it!
I almost forgot, isn’t the great sage and good teacher none other than Marquis Wu!
This gate is really aimed at Wuhou.
Everyone knows that the Taoist organization is like a dog protecting the country in troubled times, and like a cat sleeping in the forest in prosperous times.
What happened that actually made Daomen glow with such enthusiasm?
"Journey to the West"?
Suddenly, Daxuan set off a second wave of craze.
What was written in it that made Daomen take the initiative to such an extent!
On the other hand, something minor happened in the Southern Wilderness, which distracted some attention from "Journey to the West".
That is, the Wutong Forest is closed!
Externally, it was said that Emperor Qinglong was in low energy and needed to take a good rest.
Regarding this, Nanhuang's attitude was: bullshit.
If you, Emperor Qinglong, are not energetic enough, will the other ancestral monsters still be alive?
Didn't you hear that when the news came out, the person who laughed the loudest was "King Qilin who persuades people with virtue"?
However, according to the rumor that the well-known ancestral demon of the Crane tribe has a safe life, the great sage Jianjia suddenly collected a group of women who turned into demons from the southern wilderness and entered the sycamore forest.
Without exception, they are all women who are good at taking care of confinement children.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Among the monsters in the Southern Wilderness, there’s nothing I haven’t seen or played with.
My thoughts started to speed up normally.
Looking at the number of recruits, I'm afraid they won't be able to take care of twenty or thirty people.
Just like this, still old and feeble?
As a result, those monsters who thought they had a good relationship with Wutong Lin began to think about what kind of etiquette they should follow.
People are keeping a low profile when they close the forest, but if you don't show it, it's your problem.
Southern Wilderness is not about fighting and killing, Southern Wilderness is about worldliness!
The key is to find out who the mistress is!
Wutong forest.
"You did a good job." Emperor Qinglong said to He Haohao, holding the baby on his head.
He Haohao quickly replied: "Serving the emperor..."
"Shh!" Emperor Qinglong waved his hand and hit He Haohao's mouth with a ban. He Haohao's words were immediately suppressed in his mouth.
"Don't be so loud, these ancestors have just fallen asleep!" Emperor Qinglong pointed at the thirty sleeping ginseng fruits that looked like pendants on his head, and waved his hand, signaling He to get down well.
"That's right!" Emperor Qinglong said again, "What you saw today is not allowed to be told outside the world!"
He Haohao hurriedly patted his chest, and his soul sent a voice message: "Emperor, don't worry, I, He Haohao, keep my mouth shut!"
It wasn't until He Haohao left that Jian Jia's figure appeared next to the Qinglong Emperor.
"Emperor, those banshees are settled."
Emperor Qinglong sighed: "Oh, it's all that stinky kid. When has this old man ever had such a reputation!"
Jian Jia smiled and said: "Emperor, relax, let Nanhuang guess for now. When the new chapter of "Journey to the West" comes out, they will know that they have wrongly blamed the emperor."
"The focus has naturally shifted."
"Alas...that's why I don't like children..." Emperor Qinglong sighed.
"You go to Fangcun Mountain first and look for that kid..." Just in the middle of his words, a fruit tree suddenly opened its eyes.
"Yo yo yo, keep sleeping, keep sleeping..." Emperor Qinglong quickly moved a branch, gently patted the back of the ginseng fruit, and coaxed him in a kind tone. The ginseng fruit dozed off again and closed it again. eyes.
The Qinglong Emperor let out a long breath, looked at Jian Jia's face, and said in a faint voice: "Children are just annoying."
"Go and let the kid think of a way to get these fruits away from the old man's head!"
Jian Jia nodded quickly, turned and left.
so close.
If you go slower, you'll laugh out loud!
…
Square inch mountain.
"What? The publication hasn't started yet?" Chen Luo looked at Mastiff Lingling in confusion. The manuscript had been given out for a day, and he planned to wait for a wave of red dust. After waiting for a long time, there was no response, so he called Mastiff Lingling. After asking around, I learned that the manuscript has not been released yet.
"Yes!" Mastiff Lingling said helplessly, "This time the young master gave me three chapters at once, and the content is a bit more."
"Wenchang Pavilion replied that it involves the new avenue established by the young master, and Confucian students copied it slowly. If the new avenue is related to Confucianism, it may be faster."
"That's it..." Chen Luo recalled that he was indeed slower in writing those chapters than before. "Then when will it be released?"
"It will be ready tomorrow!" Mastiff Lingling said quickly, "Wenchang Pavilion has recruited a group of Taoist disciples who are good at 'ghost painting' to assist, and the speed has increased a lot."
"Five thousand taels of silver for a Taoist disciple."
Chen Luo was stunned: "The Confucian sect is bleeding heavily this time."
Mastiff Lingling's expression was not strange: "No, Master, you have misunderstood."
"It was the Taoist sect who took the initiative to bid, five thousand taels for each copy quota. This is paid to the Confucian sect."
Chen Luo: (*′□`σ)
The heart of Confucianism has never let me down!
"What Wenchang Pavilion means is that all the fees collected for this copying will be used by Confucianism to build martial arts schools in various places and support martial arts students."
"In addition, the Taoist sect also sent a batch of supplies to Fangcun Mountain." Mastiff Lingling continued, "The Taoist priest who came to deliver the gifts said that he heard that the young master likes to use boats to receive gifts."
"Just send a hundred ships first! Fifty ships will arrive at Fangcun Mountain soon, and the other fifty ships will be sent to Dongcang City!"
Chen Luo: (●?w?●)?
Dao Men’s writing never disappoints me!
…
late at night.
An unknown town.
There is no curfew in Daxuan. Some taverns and gambling stalls are also open all night, which is the most mixed place.
Suddenly, fierce shouting and cursing broke out in a tavern on the street, and then I saw a dirty drunk man being picked up by two tavern guys and thrown directly to the ground.
"You drunkard, are you drunk? Boss, when did I charge you for the drink?" A ferocious man with a sinister look on his face walked out of the tavern, "You want to drink my Bawang wine, but you are asking for the wrong drink. Grave!"
"I won't argue with you today, but if you step into my tavern again, I will break your legs!" the evil man continued to yell angrily.
The drunk man lying on the ground was now like a pile of mud, but he still had a trace of consciousness. He couldn't help but raise his hand and said: "I am poor... hiccup, I paid..."
"I paid an orb..."
"Bah! Orb, what kind of orb?" The tavern owner quickly looked around and said, "This drunkard held a stone and told me it was a treasure. Look at him, does he look like someone with a treasure? ?”
"If it's really a treasure, maybe it's stolen goods."
"I'll send it to the Yamen tomorrow!"
The drunk man stood up unsteadily, looked at the tavern owner with drunken eyes, and said, "Give me...the wine, and I'll...leave!"
"Fair trade!"
"You still want wine?" the tavern owner jumped to his feet and scolded, "I still have to settle the account with you for what you drank before."
The drunkard was reluctant and rushed towards me: "Give me back that handful of orbs. I'll go... somewhere else... to buy wine..."
The drunkard suddenly looked like a ghost and rushed in front of the tavern owner in the blink of an eye. He reached out to touch the owner's body, trying to find the orb he gave. The boss raised his legs and kicked the drunken man away. Just as he was about to walk in, his feet suddenly sank, and it turned out that the drunkard was hugging his thigh.
"Why are you standing there in a daze? Come on!" The tavern owner couldn't pull his legs out, so he became anxious towards the waiter, "I raised you in vain."
Hearing this, the guys rushed forward. At first they just pulled, and finally they punched and kicked him. Unexpectedly, the drunk man was also persistent. He let the guys attack him and refused to let go!
The tavern owner was so annoyed by the drunkard that he picked up an empty wine jar at the door of the tavern and smashed it on the drunkard's head.
With a "crash" sound, the wine jar shattered, and blood flowed out from the drunkard's head. The drunkard's face was covered with blood, but he still held on to the leg of the tavern owner.
"Boss, give him some wine and fool him." A waiter whispered to the boss for fear of causing death.
"Fart!" The boss, who was also a gangster, got angry at this moment, "Trying with me? You weren't even born when I did it!"
With that said, the boss picked up an empty wine jar and smashed it on the drunk man's head again!
At this moment, a arrogant shout suddenly came from the sky: "Stop!"
Immediately afterwards, a bolt of lightning fell from the air and accurately hit the wine jar in the hands of the tavern owner, instantly shattering the wine jar.
A Kun Dao with outstanding appearance fell from the sky and landed on this street.
"Walking in the air, he is a Taoist man!" Suddenly the knowledgeable drinkers blurted out.
Seeing Master Kun Dao walking towards him, the tavern owner quickly smiled and said: "Taoist Master, we are just teaching a drunkard, it is not worth your while..."
Master Kun Dao ignored the tavern owner and stared at the back of the drunkard who had his face hidden behind the tavern owner's calf. He asked tentatively: "Senior brother?"
The drunk man trembled all over, and quickly let go of the hand that was holding on to the tavern owner, but never let go, and stood up hastily, as if he was not drunk at all at this time.
He lowered his head, letting his messy hair cover his face. The blood from previous injuries was like a blood-stained mask, covering his facial features.
He didn't respond and walked away.
Na Kundao followed behind and shouted again: "Senior Brother!"
The drunk man's pace is getting faster and faster, but no matter how fast he is, can he be as fast as a real person?
As soon as the Kun Dao figure moved, it turned into a bolt of lightning and landed in front of the drunk man.
But the drunk man reacted very quickly and turned around, trying to escape. Kun Dao looked sad and shouted: "Situ Zhong! Stop!"
"Do you want me to call Master?"
The drunk man's footsteps suddenly stopped and stopped in place.
Kundao walked up to the drunkard step by step. She reached out and brushed away the messy hair that was blocking the drunkard's face. She wiped the blood on the drunkard's face with a handkerchief, and she could barely see the appearance of a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard and a depressed look.
Between those brows and eyes, the heroic spirit of the past is no longer visible.
"Brother, what happened?"
"How could you... be like this?"
As he said that, Kundao's voice became even louder: "Let's go, I'll take you back to the mountain!"
Kun Dao said, and took the drunk man's hand, but the drunk man stood motionless. Kun Dao turned around and looked at him in confusion.
The drunk man shook his head: "Taoist Priest, you have recognized the wrong person."
"Situ Zhong, he's dead."
Kun Dao was about to speak when suddenly a low figure came from above their heads.
"My eldest disciple is dead?"
"How come I don't know?"
Kun Dao and the drunk man suddenly raised their heads, and saw a majestic-looking Taoist with white hair and childish face floating in the air, looking at them.
"Master!" When Kun Dao saw the other party, his face showed joy, but the drunk man suddenly burst into tears and knelt heavily on the ground, unable to bend over.
Hefa Daojun ignored the drunkard, landed directly in front of the previous tavern, and walked towards the tavern owner step by step.
The tavern owner looked frightened and was about to pay homage, but Hefa Daojun gently supported him and stopped him from kneeling down.
Daojun's tone was gentle, without any blaming tone, he just asked: "How much money does my disciple owe you for wine?"
"No, no, I don't owe you anything!" The tavern owner waved his hand quickly, "The villain saw that he drank too much and had no identity, so he thought..."
"Do you want to touch that orb?" Daojun said lightly, then stretched out his hand, "Bring it..."
The tavern owner quickly took out a thumb-sized white jade bead that was snow-white without any trace of color and presented it to Daojun with both hands.
Daojun took the white jade bead, looked at it, and said with a smile: "This bead is called the Snow Return Pearl. Wear it on your body and it will protect you from the cold and heat. Not to mention that you can buy this tavern and this small town." "
With that said, Lord Dao took out a piece of gold the size of a baby's fist from his sleeve, threw it to the other party, and said, "Take the orb, and use this gold as wine money."
The tavern owner quickly excused himself: "It's too much, it's too much, that big brother didn't drink so much. My whole tavern is not worth the money."
"Pindao knows." Daojun nodded, "If it's too much, just think of it as compensation from Pindao!"
After finishing speaking, Daojun waved his hand, and all the drinkers in the tavern were suddenly moved out of the tavern. Then, Daojun pressed his hand down, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and landed directly on the tavern. Above, the tavern was reduced to ruins by lightning in an instant.
"If the compensation is not enough, go to the nearby Taoist temple and show the gold I gave you to their master. The Taoist temple will make up for it." After saying that, Taojun left the tavern owner with a panic look on his face and walked towards the kneeling man. Drunk on the floor.
"Situ Zhong..." Taojun looked at the disciple kneeling on the ground and sighed softly.
"Why is this so..."
…
Sitting in the tub, Situ Zhong washed his body.
Master asked, why is this happening?
Yes, why is this so!
The steam evaporated, blurring Situ Zhong's vision, making him seem to see his past.
Once upon a time, he was also a Taoist genius. He became a real person at the age of twenty. He reached the peak of the fourth level of real person at the age of thirty-six. He was ranked among the top ten in the Taoist list of those qualified to become a Taoist master!
However, the way of the soul is dangerous. Once he was too greedy for merit, he made a mistake in his practice. Although he was rescued in time, his soul was shattered by thunder. Even if the Taoist priest personally checked it, there was no possibility of healing. , I can only reluctantly re-glue it, that’s all.
The soul is broken, which means that the road to Taoism can no longer be walked.
So he packed his bags and took the initiative to go down the mountain.
He thought that even if he couldn't practice Taoism, there were always other ways to practice.
At that time, he didn't know that he would be disappointed again and again.
It is not an easy task to change cultivation, especially since he has a problem with his soul and often lacks energy when studying Confucian principles.
After ten years of hard training, I have not even entered the master realm.
He severed all past contacts, kept his name anonymous, began to give up on himself, and began to numb himself with alcohol.
I don’t know how I ended up in this situation today.
Master, I must be very disappointed...
"Senior brother..."
A message fell into Situ Zhong's ears.
"I'm here." Situ Zhong couldn't transmit his voice and could only respond in a low voice, knowing that the other party could hear him.
"Master and I were ordered by the Heavenly Master to go down the mountain to accumulate blessings for the great virtuous master. Passing by your former residence, the master discovered that you were gone, so he ordered us to look for you everywhere."
"When you meet Master, admit your mistake and come back to the mountain with us."
Listening to the junior sister's concerned words, Situ Zhong smiled bitterly.
Can you still go back?
…
After bathing, I put on clean clothes and followed the master's door, knocking on the door where the master was.
"Master, senior brother is here." Kun Dao announced as soon as he entered the door.
Dao Lord, who was sitting on the futon meditating, opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Situ Zhong, and said after a while: "Did the Taoist clan treat you badly?"
Situ Zhong quickly knelt on the ground: "It's the disciple's own problem. The Taoist sect has never treated me badly."
Cultivation of the soul is not easy, so every year many disciples have no choice but to stop practicing because of problems with the soul. For such disciples, the Taoist sect is willing to stay in the mountains, and can do some chores and deal with worldly affairs; If you are willing to stay, leave your address and a pension will be paid out every year, enough to live a lifetime without any worries about food and clothing.
In addition, there is now another option, which is to be supported by a Taoist sect and practice martial arts. For example, half of the disciples in Wudang Mountain are converted from Taoist sect disciples.
"Since I never treated you badly, how could you become like this?" Daojun continued.
Situ Zhong knelt on the ground, his throat rolling up and down. After a moment, he slowly said: "Disciple, I have lost my original intention."
"In the vast world of mortals, disciples have nowhere to go."
“If you don’t see the light, you don’t know the way forward.”
"Half of my life has passed now. I am mediocre and have nothing to seek in this life."
After speaking, Situ Zhong put his head on the ground and remained silent.
"Idiot..." Daojun sighed, "Why don't you write to me in the mountains?"
"The disciples have no face, and the letters have no words!"
"It's better not to say anything if there is nothing left to express but resentment!"
With tears in his eyes, Kun Dao looked at the figure kneeling on the ground and said softly: "Senior brother..."
"Confucianism values skills as well as soul. If your soul is damaged, it will not be smooth for you to switch to Confucianism." Dao Lord slowly said again, "More than a year ago, Taoist sects widely distributed Taoist letters, asking you, those of you who want to break the path, to Martial arts is the first choice.”
"You didn't do it?"
Situ Zhong raised his head and said helplessly: "Master, this disciple is forty-six years old this year."
"On the path of cultivation, the first sixty years are nothing. But in the eyes of ordinary people, forty-six years old means that a person has passed middle age and his strength has declined."
"Martial arts are magical, and the red dust energy does not require a thorough reading talent. But when you first start martial arts, you need to open the acupoints and open the meridians!"
"When you are in your teens or 20s, it may not be a big problem when you start practicing."
"But disciple..." Situ Zhong shook his head, "Without the innate purple energy to nourish the body, the meridians have begun to shrink, and the difficulty of opening the acupoints has become several times greater."
"This disciple also studied the great sage master's books on the world of mortals, and learned several sword skills from the books!"
"However, the meridians are blocked, the acupoints are not opened, and there is no intention but no power."
When Taojun heard this, he remained silent.
This is an objective fact.
In the past year, most of the Taoist disciples who were able to enter Wudang Mountain were under the age of twenty. Judging from current feedback, the younger you are, the greater your martial arts potential is.
Daojun sighed, and suddenly waved his hand, and a beam of purple energy shot into Situ Zhong's body. Before Situ Zhong could react, the purple energy flew back into Daojun's body.
But at this time, there was a smile on Daojun's face.
"Yes, the foundation of Taoism has not been lost."
Situ Zhong bowed again and said, "Although this disciple cannot practice the Tao of the Soul and produce innate purple energy, I will never forget the Taoist classics and the teachings of my master."
"Get up." Taoist Master gently helped Situ Zhong up, looked at him, and said, "If there is another chance to enter the spiritual path again, will you cherish it?"
Situ Zhong was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "Disciples have tried both Confucianism and Martial Arts. In my current situation, I can't find a way..."
"No!" The corners of Daojun's mouth raised slightly, "What if there is still a chance?"
"The world of mortals is the basis, and Taoism is the basis."
"Huh?" Seeing Daojun's appearance, Situ Zhong's eyes lit up, "Master, is it true?"
"Of course it's true." Kun Dao said, "Master and I went down the mountain just for this matter."
Dao Lord also nodded: "The great sage and good master's outstanding appearance has opened up a new avenue of Taoism in the martial arts."
"According to the deductions of the seniors of the Taoist Palace, this Taoist practice should be similar to the martial arts of Shaolin. It absorbs the energy of the mortal world as the basis, but it is my Taoist method that operates."
"The specific details are not yet clear, but what is certain is that the cultivation of my Taoist disciples will definitely gain."
"That's why my teacher is specifically looking for you!"
Hearing this, Situ Zhong froze on the spot. After a while, he knelt down again and said, "Disciple, I will never let Master down."
Daojun looked at his once most beloved disciple and sighed: "You have never let me down."
"Just don't let yourself down from now on!"
"The new road lies in the latest chapter of Wu Hou's "Journey to the West", which will be released to the world tomorrow."
"I hope you can gain something!"
Situ Zhong suppressed the excitement in his heart and replied: "Disciple, remember."
After a moment, Situ Zhong raised his head again. Daojun had disappeared, and only Kun Dao remained in the house.
"Senior brother, master arranged for me to accompany you to see what you can gain from the new way."
Situ Zhong nodded and looked out the window.
The night is deep, but the dawn will always come on time.
…
The red sun rises.
The clear singing voice resounded throughout Daxuan.
"La la la, la la la, I am a little expert in selling newspapers..."
The new chapter of "Journey to the West" is here!
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