Wu Yugang looked at Yang Wushuang's confused expression and thought about the ins and outs of this matter. He said to Yang Wushuang: "People often say that those involved are confused. This Buddhism is very mysterious, and it is not easy to understand its meaning. The Dharma is unclear, so don't pay too much attention to what it says. The Yellow River and the Yangtze River are mostly thousands of miles apart. It seems to me that what he said is not the truth, but there is something hidden. It would be better to take me to check it out in person, so as to clear up the doubts in my mind."
Although Yang Wushuang is a womanizer, she has a chivalrous heart that is not comparable to that of ordinary housewives. It is this chivalrous heart that cares about the safety of the sect that makes this female disciple of Tai Chi Sect even more unique.
"The Dharma is not relevant. Although the Buddhist teachings are profound and profound, they may not have nothing to do with us. You can go and find out, but there are many difficulties and dangers. You need to pay more attention to avoid falling into other people's traps." Yang Wushuang said worriedly. With.
The person involved is confused, and it is difficult to escape from the doom of this body. There are many difficulties and dangers on this path of cultivation. If you don't survive the disaster, it will be difficult to achieve the true form of immortality. Although Yang Wushuang saw something strange, he could not stop what was going on in this avenue. After all, all matters of cultivating Taoism are personal and cannot be replaced.
Since Wu Yugang is a Taoist, of course he understands the strangeness. It's just that the stakes are high. If you don't know whether it is true or false, you will probably have difficulty achieving success. Therefore, he got up and rushed to the place where the incident occurred.
Ever since Elder Jingtian failed to attack Wu Yugang, he disappeared. However, the elder's disappearance was not a real escape. But he has his own arrangements. For a while, I was just afraid that Wu Yugang would do something bad. This escape concealed the true behavior, making it difficult for Wu Yugang to detect it, and it was also a strategy to hide the truth.
Far away from Yangjiayu, Elder Jingtian fell down in a secluded place. After confirming that no one was chasing him, he put down his cautious attitude. However, he hated Wu Yugang, the Tai Chi disciple who ruined his life even more.
It still takes a lot of effort to remove this thorn in the side. Elder Jingtian thought silently. In the past, when he was in Shushan, he could still recruit all the Taoist monks in the world, but now it is no longer the same as before. How could those Taoist monks listen to his arbitrary changes? Knowing people, their faces, but not their hearts, they still need to find a way to keep these Taoists in trouble, and then they may be able to obtain the highest position in the martial arts world, or they may be able to obtain the position of elder in the Taoist sect.
But now that I don’t even have a place to stay, how can I make a comeback? The only way now is to use chickens to lay eggs to achieve their goals. There is no other way. Elder Jingtian thought secretly and changed his makeup. Looking for a place to start again.
Although Elder Jingtian no longer has any nostalgia for the former Shu Mountain, he unknowingly came to the Shu Mountain that had brought him glory and failure. Seeing the dilapidated scene, he felt a surge of sadness in his heart. Come to mind. He thought to himself: Could it be that I am really at the end of my rope? Now my great wish has not been fulfilled. How to give up!
Elder Jingtian watched in the air for a long time, and unconsciously flew away from Shushan. But not far away, I saw only one place with green pines, green cypresses and bamboo trees. Although this place looks a bit deserted, there is spiritual energy hidden in it, and it is also an excellent place for cultivating Taoism.
Elder Jingtian was hidden in the clouds, but he was not far away from the Lingshan Mountain with green pines and green cypresses. Looking around, although there is no bamboo forest here, there are mountains like crouching tigers and valleys like coiling dragons. It is also an excellent Feng Shui treasure land. Not far away in the valley, a roof of green bricks and green tiles was exposed. Although the sky was also dusk, it was still visible. There is a temple hidden here.
Elder Jingtian was happy when he saw this temple in the deep mountains. He couldn't help but secretly thought: Heaven will not destroy me, but this is where I live, and this is where I will make my comeback. Thinking of this, Elder Jingtian quickly stepped forward to the outside of the temple door and knocked on the door knocker.
Not long after, I heard the sound of the mountain gate, creaking, the mountain door opened a gap, and a little Taoist boy showed his head. He looked up and down at Elder Jingtian in front of the door. He said in his mouth: "Donor, what can I do?"
Elder Jingtian said to the Taoist boy with a smile: "Little master, I am a traveling Taoist. I would like to stay here for one night. I hope it will be convenient for the master."
At this moment, the door opened. An elderly Taoist priest appeared at the gate. The Taoist made inquiries and said to Elder Jingtian in front of him: "Donor, although the temple gate is narrow, there is still a place to stay. Taoist Master, please!"
After the old Taoist finished speaking, he said to the boy: "The monks are tolerant, so hurry up and prepare."
Elder Jingtian followed the master and apprentice into the temple gate. Although this small temple is not big, it has three courtyards and east and west wing rooms. Above the main hall, Elder Jingtian put incense on the statue of Sanqing God, and went to the guest room with the Taoist Priest. It turns out that there are only two masters and apprentices in this temple, but the incense is not prosperous.
"What kind of area is this? The Milky Way is so depressed!" Elder Jingtian didn't know the name of this place and couldn't help asking.
The old Taoist listened to Jingtian's words and smiled and said: "The non-weird way of monks is the foundation of Taoism. Although the incense here is not very prosperous, it is passable. This place is called Sigui Mountain. It is not far from here, and behind it is Mogan Mountain. . This Mogan Mountain was originally the place where Gan Jiang Mo Xie made swords. There are many temples in this mountain, but Mo Xie Temple is the most prosperous, but it is also the work of Gan Jiang Mo Xie!
It turned out that the general Moye once forged swords for the King of Wu in this mountain. In three years, he forged a male and female sword. Gan Jiang presented the female sword to the King of Wu, and the King of Wu found out and killed Gan Jiang. Moye, the wife of Gan Jiang, was pregnant and soon gave birth to a son named Chibi, nicknamed Meijianchi. In the deep mountains, Moye raised his son and told him where the heroic sword was to avenge his father.
Mo Xie understood the righteousness well, and his son learned the true story, practiced the unique skill of killing people with sword energy, and sought revenge on the King of Wu. However, King Wu had a dream at night. He saw a child with eyebrows about a foot apart who wanted to kill him. A bounty of a thousand taels of jade was offered to capture and kill this man. When Meijianchi had no idea, he met a stranger who told him that as long as he gave you your head and sword, I would have a way to avenge you.
After hearing this, Mei Jianchi said: If you can avenge your father, you will die without regrets. After saying this, he lowered his head and raised his sword to offer it to this man. The man took the head and sword and said: I will not let you down. also. After saying this, Mei Jianchi's body fell to the ground. The stranger presented his head to the king of Wu, who was overjoyed. A stranger said: This is the head of a warrior. It should be cooked in a soup pot. The king is true to his words. Boil the head for three days and three nights and it won't rot. His head jumped out of the soup, his eyes closed and he was furious.
The guest said, "This boy's head is not dead. I wish the king would come and see it, but it will definitely die." The king was about to come. The guest imitated the king with his sword, and the king's head fell into the water. The guest also imitated his own head, and his head fell into the water again. All three heads were rotten and unrecognizable. Then he was buried with his soup and meat. Therefore, it is commonly known as the Tomb of Three Kings. The monuments still exist today. In order to commemorate this narrowly defined general, Moye, people named the place Mogan Mountain, and building a temple was also a pious act.
"Oh! That's it." Elder Jingtian nodded and said, but he thought to himself that this place is an excellent place for revenge, but it requires death, but it is unlucky. Even so, this place looks different. Although it is not far apart, perhaps there is some hidden story hidden here. (To be continued)