Xu Xiake wanted to continue talking to them, but another layman wearing a hundred-pin Taoist robe came up behind him: "Senior Brother Xu, Master Yunyang is looking for you."
"Just in time, I also want to ask Master Yunyang something. I'll be back later."
Then, Xu Xiake looked at the crowd and led them into the main hall. Yue Guanchao looked at the hall, where the statues of the Three Pure Ones were enshrined, with golden walls and painted walls, and incense curling up. Many Taoist priests in blue coats held yin and yang rings with their hands, and were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, meditating. There was a constant buzzing and singing in the hall.
"Master Yunyang, this friend of mine wants to ask for some advice!"
Just as Xu Xiake was about to step into the hall, Master Yunyang suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yue Guanchao with a ray of light. He quickly raised his hand to stop: "Wait a minute, evil things must not pollute the Taoist Holy Land."
"ah?"
This sentence made everyone confused. Yue Erpao thought he was talking about a few of them, with a look of displeasure on his face: "Why does this old man look down on people? Why have we become dirty things?"
Xu Xiake was slightly embarrassed and asked for proof: "Master, these people are all my friends, they are all living people. If they come to ask you for advice, it does not count as desecrating the Taoist Holy Land."
"You Jian!"
Youjian is the name of Xu Xiake's refuge.
"Being a teacher does not refer to these benefactors, but to the things in their hands."
The old Taoist priest's words made everyone's scalp numb. They all looked at the black golden pheasant held in Yue Guanchao's hand. Unexpectedly, they guessed correctly that this golden pheasant was not a good thing.
A Taoist priest came from the door, and the Taoist Immeasurable God looked at Yue Guanchao: "Good believer, please give me this thing. When you come out, I will return it to you."
Do as the Romans do, and guests do as the host does. The Taoist holy land cannot be tarnished. He handed the rope to the blue-coated Taoist priest and wanted to continue crossing the threshold. The old Taoist priest snorted again: "There's more~"
"besides?"
No one knew who else had dirty things on their bodies. They looked at each other in confusion. Yue Guanchao remembered the tiger talisman in his arms. He already knew in his heart that the old Taoist priest had something to say. He searched the bag on his heart and took out the jade bag containing the tiger talisman. Pass it to the Taoist priest aside.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, good believers, please come in."
As soon as this little episode ended, they were brought into the side hall by Xu Xiake and came to the old Taoist priest.
When the ritual was held just now, Yue Guanchao and the others only had a general look, and did not bother to ask what the old Taoist priest looked like. Now they were standing next to the old Taoist, and only then could they clearly see Yunyangzi's white-haired childlike face.
According to Sun Daqiao's description of Yunyangzi, Yunyangzi was already in his forties or fifties at that time. Now thirty years later, the old Taoist is at least seventy or eighty years old. Most of the old people are old and young, with silver hair and pale eyes. Although his skin was turbid, his skin was sagging, his back was rickety, and he was even incontinent, the old man in front of them was still decent:
The silver hair on his head was thick and oily, and the hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head. His eyes seemed to be filled with starlight, exuding clarity and righteousness!
His skin is slightly saggy, definitely not wrinkled, and he is twenty or thirty years younger than his actual age. He is fair and rosy, with no signs of sun exposure. The most important thing is that he Standing as straight as a pine tree and sitting as upright as a clock, this spirit of martial arts training always shines through his body, making it easy for people to tell at a glance that he is an expert.
As the old saying goes, people live by breathing. If this breath is gone, hope will be lost. In Yue Guanchao's view, Yunyangzi belongs to this type of Taoist whose clear breath always fills his heart.
"Master Yunyang, what do you want from me?"
Xu Xiake asked Xiang Laodao.
Old Taoist Yunyang looked at Xu Xiake and said, "You Jian, even though you have undergone the conversion ceremony and are now considered my lay disciples, before you go down the mountain, I still want to give you a few pointers about your personality." If you are too playful, hate evil as much as enemies, and have a righteous nature, you can act chivalrous and righteous in the future, and leave after you have achieved success. Do not get too involved in the world, so as not to be contaminated by karma and ruin your Taoist heart."
"That's it?"
Xu Xiake was a little disappointed: "I thought the master was going to give me a magical weapon."
The old Taoist didn't expect someone to take the initiative to ask for a magic weapon. Curiousness emerged from his brows and eyes, and he said with an attitude of hating iron for being unable to become steel: "You have to try the magic weapon by yourself. What I give you from the master is just the icing on the cake. Practicing is useless.”
Seeing that the magic weapon failed, Xu Xiake could only say in a perfunctory manner: "Okay, okay, I will go down the mountain after I finish taking care of these friends."
Seeing that the time was ripe, Yue Guanchao walked to the old Taoist side and said, "Master Yunyang, you just said that the black golden pheasant is an evil creature. What do you mean?"
He came today to find out the truth about the black golden pheasant. He suddenly heard the old Taoist priest saying that the black golden pheasant was an evil creature, and he wanted to find out more.
The old Taoist just said it was a dirty thing, so he must know something. He plucked the Tao beads in his hand and said solemnly: "This is not a black golden pheasant, it should be said to be a black pheasant."
