The first time the origin is like dust
Xuanyi fell into a trap and got into trouble, and Xiaohu was lucky enough to be free.
"In April in Yanzhou, it rains continuously on the sacred mountain."
Yanzhou is located in the eastern part of the Kyushu land of the human world. In April, it always rains here for the first time. This year is no exception. The falling dew also heralds the arrival of a good year for the people around you. Yanzhou is connected with Jizhou, Yuzhou and Xuzhou, which is where the three Taoist sects Xiaoyao, Tiangang and Qingxu are located. Sandwiched between the three righteous paths, where evil spirits and outsiders rarely set foot, but chivalrous people often come and go, Yanzhou can be said to be a land of outstanding people, and the people live in peace and prosperity.
As the saying goes, "You can rely on the mountain to eat the mountain." There is a beautiful fairy mountain in Yanzhou called Jiuyuan Mountain, which is the gathering place of Yanzhou's spiritual power. The mountains are covered with miraculous herbs, and the local people make a living by collecting and selling them in the mountains. This mountain has brought a prosperous life to the people, and the locals prefer to call it the "Holy Mountain". The rain in Yanzhou starts from here. The dispute between good and evil will continue here.
After the first rain every year, various elixirs and fairy grasses in the mountains begin to grow. It is a good time to collect them quickly. According to legend, there is an inn "hanging" a hundred feet above the top of Jiuyuan Mountain. At this time of year, masters and cultivators from all over the world will also gather here. If you are destined, you can also meet an immortal, get his guidance, or learn the secret to immortality.
The rain is getting lighter, but it is also falling sparsely. On the winding mountain road of Jiuyuan Mountain, five people wearing raincoats and bamboo hats were slowly climbing up the mountain road. Each of them carried a bamboo basket behind them, which also contained equipment for gathering herbal medicine. It must be that the people in the nearby villages wanted to seize the best time of the year and collect the precious things before others. These people have lived here for generations and know this mountain and the rain. Some experienced old people could calculate when the rain would stop, so they hurried on the road before it stopped, trying to reach the top of the mountain first.
On rainy days, the mountain roads are slippery and dangerous. If you accidentally fall into the abyss, your body will be shattered. The five people were extremely careful, holding on to the gap in the inner cliff, climbing up with one foot deeper and one foot shallower. The person walking at the front was an old man with gray hair. He used his own experience to find the way for the four people behind him. The four people followed closely behind the old man and did not dare to walk randomly.
Suddenly, there was a thunderous "bang". The middle-aged man walking behind the old man was so frightened that he slipped and fell to the ground. The people behind him hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up. Fortunately, he was not injured anywhere. One of the rough-looking men helped the man tidy up the bamboo basket behind him and said with a smile: "Thunder, what are you afraid of? Didn't our third uncle say that as long as we don't do anything harmful to nature, it's against the law?" There is no need to be afraid of thunder, lightning, gods and ghosts when it comes to the affairs of heaven. I asked you, have you done something wrong? Or is it raining today and God is also angry?" After the man said this, he laughed "haha". The other two people also thought it was funny, but they just laughed without saying a word. They didn't dare to make a sound. They only raised their heads and glanced at the old man in front of them from time to time.
"Okay, don't talk nonsense! Otherwise, you will break the rules!" The old man walking in front scolded him with a serious face. Seeing that the man was fine, he continued to lead everyone up the mountain. Several people had been walking up the mountain for nearly four or five hours, and finally arrived near the top of Jiuyuan Mountain. The old man looked up and saw a pavilion in front of him. There was a dilapidated plaque on the pavilion with the words "Jie Yuan Pavilion" written in seal characters.
The old man took a deep breath, wiped the rain off his face with his hand, lifted his bamboo hat up, turned his head and said to the four people behind him: "Okay, we will reach the top of the mountain soon. You four, hurry up Come up, let’s rest in this pavilion for now.”
"Oh, we're finally here!" The four people behind responded as they stepped up their pace and arrived at the pavilion. Everyone took off their raincoats, put the bamboo basket aside, and wiped the rain off their bodies. The pavilion is not big, with only an octagonal table and eight stone benches in the middle, which can accommodate five people to rest. At this time, the rain will stop, and the sun will squeeze out the dark clouds and reveal a corner.
The old man walked to the pavilion, put up the pavilion with his hands, and looked up. It turns out that there is a dangerous peak towering into the clouds on the top of Jiuyuan Mountain, known as Baizhang Peak. The peak is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, making it difficult for ordinary people to discover and even impossible to climb. At this time, when the sky cleared after the rain, a majestic building on Baizhang Peak was looming in the clouds and mist. Although the details were not clear, it stood tall. It must be the legendary "inn".
Seeing that the old man was fascinated, the four people also gathered around and imitated his example and looked up. Among them, an equally older man looked at it and asked, "Third Uncle, is that the Ruchen Inn? Is it the legendary gathering place of the Immortal Family?"
"Really? Are there really gods?" A rough-looking man squeezed in front of everyone, shaking his head constantly, trying to find a good angle to see the place of gods more clearly.
Seeing that the old man didn't answer, the older man continued to ask: "Third uncle, you have lived here for hundreds of years. Have you ever been to the Ruchen Inn? Is it really like what everyone said?"
The old man did not answer immediately, but turned back to the pavilion, sat on the octagonal table, took off his straw sandals, and poured the water inside out. The rough-looking man sat down next to the old man and asked hurriedly: "Third uncle, please tell us! I also heard that the shopkeeper of Ruchen Inn is a beautiful goddess from the Qingxu sect. Moreover, his husband is from our Jiangjia Village, right?"
The old man put on his straw sandals again, turned his head and looked at the Baizhang Peak. After being silent for a long time, he slowly said: "Although Ruchen Inn is not a real magical place, it is far from a place that we mere mortals can go to." "." He pointed to the top of the mountain surrounded by clouds and mist, and continued: "Look, the inn is built on Baizhang Peak. Baizhang Peak itself is a hundred feet high. If not a god, only the top masters in the world can climb it. Go up. How can I, a mere mortal, get up there?"
The four of them looked along the old man's finger, and saw that the rain and fog were getting thicker at this time, and the inn that was just looming was completely invisible now. The rough man asked again: "Uncle, it seems that this inn really exists. Even if we don't have the luck to go up there, we can still let our sons and grandsons work hard. Maybe they will transcend reincarnation and become Buddhas and immortals!" "
One of the men also echoed: "Yes, Third Uncle. You are always well-informed, so why don't you tell us about it! I also heard that this pavilion belongs to the man from our village and the owner of Ruchen Inn Where is the place of love!"
The four people gathered around the old man and looked at him eagerly. The old man saw that everyone was so curious, and felt that seeing the inn today might be fate, so he slowly said: "Okay, then I will tell you something. This Ruchen Inn, in the past hundred years, I have also But I saw it three times. Legend has it that the inn is often shrouded in clouds and mist, and ordinary people cannot see it. Only after the first rain every year, the clouds and mist will dissipate briefly, and only at this time can it be possible to see it. Just like... …Such as it is today. You four are all lucky. I remember that I first saw this inn when I was almost eighty years old."
The rough man blurted out: "Eighty years old?!" The four of them looked at each other, startled, and then turned their eyes back to the old man, waiting for him to continue.
The old man paused for a moment and then continued: "According to legend, this Ruchen Inn was built by a disciple of the Qingxu Sect Huiyin Zhenren. It is said that although that man learned a Taoist practice from the Qingxu Sect, he never had any chance of becoming an immortal. . Huiyin Zhenzhen ordered her to go down the mountain to find a destiny in the world, so she came here and found the Baizhang Peak, which is full of spiritual power. She felt that she was destined to this peak, so she decided to practice here.
The disciples of the Qingxu sect helped her build an attic, and this became the gathering place for the righteous path in the mortal world. Once people from the Four Great Paths come down the mountain to seek the Way, they will come here to meet. As time went by, more and more people came here. The disciple simply opened this place into an inn and named it after himself. "
One of the men asked: "Third Uncle, do you think this inn is named after the female immortal? Is the person from our village still in the inn?"
"That's right. The lay name of the female immortal of the Qingxu Sect is Ji Ruchen." The old man took off a gourd from his waist, took a sip of water, placed the gourd on the octagonal table, and continued: "It is said that Ji Ruchen One day after the inn was built, Ruchen traveled down Baizhang Peak and rested in this pavilion. It was here that she met a man named Jiang. It was fate, and from then on, the two knew each other. Shou, combined together. The name of this pavilion was also left by Ji Ruchen."
The four of them looked up at the plaque on the pavilion. The mottled writing seemed to have color, recording that fate. The elder asked again: "Third Uncle, why haven't we seen the man named Jiang and why has he never come back?"
The old man sighed and said: "According to legend, that man learned a skill from Ji Ruchen, and he has been a chivalrous and righteous man since then. There is also a Jiang Daxia in the world. Unfortunately, more than ten years ago, in Yangzhou, Jiang Daxia was taught by the devil Killed by a demon. What a pity, what a pity..."
The elder also sighed: "It's a pity indeed. After all, our small village has a hero. I didn't expect..."
"Yeah..." The old man sighed again: "Good people may not have a good life! Perhaps, that Jiang Daxia has completed his merits and became an immortal. We, mortals, still have to believe that God will not treat good people badly. Just Like the current four righteous paths, they devote themselves to cultivation, slaying demons and demons, and protecting us mortals. One day, they will also become immortals and attain the Tao."
"Yes." Several people nodded in agreement. One of the men who had never spoken suddenly said: "In these years, I have often walked outside, and I have also heard people often say, 'The happy immortal couple has a Taoist heart, and their pure and beautiful shadows escape from the world. The Tiangang sword array kills evil spirits, and the faint sound of Sanskrit spreads all living beings. .’ Come to think of it, these four righteous paths are really true——”
Before he could finish speaking, the rough man sneered "hehe" and interrupted: "I've heard it too. Many people are singing, 'Immortals and Buddhas come and go as freely as the wind, and it's difficult to walk in Xiaocun. It's difficult.' Don't leave a trace at all times, so as not to leave a knight's name in vain! "What's the right way and evil way? I only heard that they only care about their own practice and don't care about the life and death of us villagers. What kind of right way is this! In my opinion, it's still Not as good as Jiang Daxia from our village!"
The old man stood up suddenly, with an angry look on his face, pointed at the rough man, and scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about! The four righteous paths are the messengers of the gods in the world. They kill demons and protect the way of heaven. How can you do it?" Randomly arranged! You are worried that disaster will come out of your mouth, angering the gods, and not ending well! You are fifty-two years old, and you are still so lively and vigorous, climbing such a dangerous peak! What do you rely on? Isn’t it the spiritual power of Jiuyuan Mountain? It’s not the righteous path that gives us peace!”
The rough man didn't answer, just turned his head to one side, and whispered softly: "What, did I say something wrong? Except for practicing in seclusion, have these four righteous paths ever taken care of our mortal affairs?" . Our village can still live well by relying on this sacred mountain. There are still many injustices in the land of Kyushu!"
"You! If I had known you were so ignorant, I wouldn't have told you so much! I heard that the Demon Cult is now recruiting disciples everywhere. Why do you still want to join that Demon Cult?!" The old man pointed at this rough man, I wanted to teach him a few more words, but when I saw the man lowered his head, he didn't seem to be able to listen, so I simply rolled my sleeves and ignored him. The other three people lowered their heads and said nothing, each thinking. The few people were silent for a long time, and the rain outside the pavilion began to fall sparsely again.
The old man was worried that they would make arrogant remarks again, so he picked up the bamboo basket and said, "Okay, okay, the rain will stop soon. Let's go quickly. If we delay the opportunity, we will have walked such a long mountain road in vain. Let's go quickly, Let’s go!”
At the urging of the old man, everyone got dressed again, carried the bamboo baskets on their backs, left the pavilion, and continued walking up the mountain. Since there was no dangerous road ahead at the top of the mountain, the old man walked behind the four of them. The five of them continued walking forward, looking for the fairy grass. After walking a few steps, the old man suddenly stopped again, looked up at the Baizhang Peak in the mist, nodded slightly, and then quickly left, catching up with the four people in front of him.
The rain continues to fall. The top of the mountain is no different from the inn a hundred feet above.
