Among the lush green woods.
A slovenly old Taoist priest with gray hair and beard, wearing a shabby green Taoist robe, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist and a bundle of firewood on his back, walked out with a gleam in his eyes and said, "Sir, I happen to have a poem here too, can I give it to you?"
When Taoist Qingyou saw him, he hurriedly said respectfully, "Uncle Jiulin."
Luo Qingzhou looked at the old Taoist who suddenly appeared and said nothing.
The old Taoist glanced at the women behind him and recited in a clear voice: "The rootless tree, the flowers are pure, the flowers and wine are immortal from ancient times to the present. The fireworks village, the wine and meat forest, there is no end to the fishy food but no adultery. If you commit adultery, you will lose the treasure of immortality, the wine and meat go through the intestines and stay in the heart. Open the door, tell you, too much lust and love cannot be achieved."
Luo Qingzhou frowned, pondered for a moment, and then bowed and said, "Master, I also have a poem to give you."
The old Taoist looked deep in his eyes and said, "I am all ears."
Luo Qingzhou recited: "A tree without roots, with lonely flowers, may I ask if there is any similarity between yin and yang? How can a hen hatch chicks when it has carried the yin and yang furnace on its back? A woman without a husband is a resentful woman, a man without a wife is a lonely man. Sigh, the lost disciple, on the Taihu Lake, sitting alone and cultivating, his energy is drying up."
As soon as this poem came out, Taoist Qingyou's face changed slightly.
Jiulin Laodao was stunned for a moment, a trace of contemplation appeared between his brows, and he murmured: "How can a hen's eggs hatch chicks? It has the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace on its back..."
Luo Qingzhou was afraid that he would continue to talk too much, so he said, "Master, I have a second poem for you."
After that, he recited directly: "A tree without roots, its flowers are straight and crooked, without yin and yang, the way is incomplete. Gold is separated from wood, mercury is separated from lead, and the yin and yang are separated on each side. In the world, yin and yang are paired with men and women, giving birth to sons and grandchildren, passing on from generation to generation. Following the way is mortal, going against the way is immortal, and it's just upside down in the middle."
As soon as this poem came out, Jiulin Laodao's eyes sparkled and he looked at him in surprise.
After a while.
He lowered his head, carried the firewood, turned around and left silently without saying another word.
Taoist Qingyou looked at his back, turned around and sighed, "Mr. Luo is a talkative person. Uncle Jiulin likes to discuss Taoism with others the most. I didn't expect that he would be speechless after being criticized by Mr. Luo with two consecutive poems as soon as he opened his mouth."
Luo Qingzhou said nothing more, "Master Qingyou, let's go up the mountain."
He was afraid of the long night and many dreams.
Taoist Qingyou nodded and walked out of the pavilion.
Everyone in the Qin family stood up tiredly and followed slowly behind him.
After Luo Qingzhou and Taoist Qingyou walked up the steps side by side, Nangong Xueyi, who followed behind, took Miss Qin's arm and said excitedly: "Wei Mo, your brother-in-law is really omnipotent. He is so amazing. He just casually recited two poems and sent away the troublesome old Taoist. In the world, yin and yang are matched with women. Without yin and yang, Taoism is incomplete. He said it very well. He can even make lust sound so pure and unworldly. I admire him, I admire him!"
Miss Qin Er: "..."
Nangong Xueyi suddenly whispered again: "Just now, the old Taoist took a look at us. Could it be that he mistakenly thought that we were all your brother-in-law's wives and concubines? No wonder your brother-in-law wanted to confront him."
Miss Qin Er smiled and said, "Of course not. The Taoist priest just gave a casual warning, and my brother-in-law just responded casually. The two were just discussing their own Taoism and expressing their own opinions. It was not an ordinary verbal dispute."
Nangong Xueyi looked at the elegant figure in front of her with burning eyes, and couldn't help but sigh again: "Wei Mo, your sister is so lucky."
Miss Qin Er glanced at her.
Miss Qin, who was following behind, also glanced at her.
Song Ruyue also glanced at her, frowned, and fell into deep thought.
Everyone followed Taoist Qingyou and reached the top in one breath, then rested at the door.
Just going up the mountain took more than an hour.
Even after walking and resting like this, everyone was still exhausted, with sore feet and weak legs, and was extremely tired.
Take a short break.
Taoist Qingyou led a group of people into the mountain gate.
The Taoist boy guarding the gate bowed to everyone but said nothing.
The Taoist temple doesn't look big, with ancient trees and old buildings inside. The red paint on the wooden pillars is peeling, and the stones on the bluestone slabs are worn, giving it a sense of antiquity and vicissitudes.
As we walked along, we didn't see many Taoists.
The entire Taoist temple is extremely quiet.
Taoist Qingyou led the group into the reception room, had someone make tea, and then said, "Young Master Luo, please wait a moment. I will go to the back mountain to inform the abbot. Usually, the abbot and the fellow disciples in the temple are rarely in the temple. They all practice in the caves in the back mountain."
Luo Qingzhou bowed and said, "Thank you, Taoist Priest."
Taoist Qingyou walked away quickly, whisk in hand.
The room suddenly became quiet.
Song Ruyue said, "Qingzhou, are you sure?"
Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment, and then said, "We are sure we can meet the abbot, but no one knows whether we can obtain Zhuyan's blood. After all, it is an ancient fierce beast, and even if the abbot does it himself, there is no guarantee."
Song Ruyue frowned, worried.
Nangong Meijiao suddenly asked: "Luo Qingzhou, you are a scholar, you usually just read the books of sages, how come you know so much about Buddhism and Taoism?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the Qin family looked at the young man in front of them.
Everyone is very curious.
Luo Qingzhou said calmly, "My lord, since I am a scholar, I will read all kinds of books, not just books by sages. I like all books, and I can remember them after reading them several times. I also study Buddhist and Taoist books."
Nangong Meijiao looked at him suspiciously and said, "But even the monks of Jinchan Temple and the Taoist priests of Qingyun Temple don't know about the things you mentioned. They even regard them as treasures. How do you explain this?"
Luo Qingzhou looked at her and asked directly: "Why should I explain?"
Nangong Meijiao narrowed her eyes, revealing a hint of anger.
Nangong Xueyi on the side said quickly: "Mei Jiao, Master Luo is right. Why should I explain to you? You are not his wife. Everyone has their own secrets. You shouldn't be so aggressive. If you have the guts, why don't you tell me the secret in your heart?"
Nangong Meijiao turned her head and looked at her coldly.
Nangong Xueyi said, "I am helping the right, not my relatives. You shouldn't have been digging into other people's secrets. If someone asked you why you used lime when you could have won a fight? And why you hid so much lime on your body, would you tell the truth?"
Nangong Meijiao said coldly: "Did I talk to you?"
Nangong Xueyi said, "You're being mean to me again? You have to understand that I'm your sister."
Nangong Meijiao snorted coldly and was about to retort, but Nangong Xueyi said again: "Meijiao, you don't want Daddy to know that you still have a lot of lime hidden in your body, right? You don't want others to know the name you often call out in your dreams, right?"
As soon as these words came out, Nangong Meijiao's face suddenly changed, and she glared at her fiercely and said, "I don't know what you are talking about."
Then, he turned his head away, with a cold face, and ignored her and didn't say anything else.
Nangong Xueyi smiled, and stopped when she saw that she was ahead. She restrained her momentum, and a gentle smile appeared on her face. She walked in front of Luo Qingzhou and said softly: "Mr. Luo, can you write a poem for me? Or teach me to sing a song."
Luo Qingzhou was thinking about something, and he declined politely: "Princess, I'm sorry. I don't have the time or inspiration at the moment."
"Miss, what does this mean?"
At this moment, the clear sound of a lark suddenly came from the corner of the wall next to it.
Luo Qingzhou turned his head and saw Miss Qin, who was wearing a snow-white dress, standing in front of the wall next to her, quietly looking at a picture on the wall.
In the picture, a green pine stands tall among the white clouds. Under the pine, a Taoist sits cross-legged on a rock, meditating with his eyes closed.
The whole painting is misty and hazy.
In the lower right corner of the painting, there are a few lines of small words.
Luo Qingzhou walked over, stood behind Miss Qin, and looked at the lines of small words.
All laws are originally without laws, and emptiness is not emptiness. Silence, noise, speech, and silence are all the same. In a dream, there is no such thing as dreaming. There is use in use, and there is no use in work. It is like a ripe fruit that turns red naturally. Don't ask how to cultivate seeds.
Bai Ling turned to look at him and said, "Son-in-law, what do you mean?"
Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment and said, "There is no law, and emptiness is not emptiness. Everything is natural, and there is no need to force it."
Bai Ling looked confused: "I don't understand."
When Luo Qingzhou was about to leave, Miss Qin suddenly asked, "What does it mean when you talk about dreams in dreams?"
Luo Qingzhou was slightly startled when he heard this, and after glancing at her flawless profile, he explained, "Talking about dreams in a dream is like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly."
Miss Qin turned her head, looked at him with her cold and beautiful eyes and asked, "What is Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly?"
Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment and said, "If you want to hear it, Miss, I'll tell you when we get back tonight."
Bai Ling, who was standing by, whispered hurriedly, "Uncle, my young lady loves to hear stories like this. Do you have a lot of them? Can you tell them to my young lady every night?"
“I want to hear it, too!”
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Nangong Xueyi suddenly appeared from the side, with burning eyes and an excited face.
Bai Ling was startled, turned her head and looked at her, and deliberately said: "Princess Xueyi, every time my uncle tells my young lady a story, he tells it on the bed. Do you want to go too?"
Nangong Xueyi blinked her eyes, her face full of anticipation: "Is it okay?"
Bai Ling: “…”
Nangong Xueyi quickly added: "I can move a small stool and sit next to the bed. I won't make any noise and won't disturb you. Just pretend I don't exist."
Bai Ling: “…”
"come over!"
Nangong Meijiao felt really embarrassed, so she grabbed her wrist and dragged her away.
Nangong Xueyi struggled and said, "Meijiao, what are you doing? I just want to listen to a story. Is that wrong? Even if it is wrong, it is not your turn to control me. I am your sister..."
"Don't even think about me taking you out next time!"
Nangong Meijiao said coldly.
Nangong Xueyi paused, then immediately begged.
Miss Qin covered her mouth and laughed.
The expression on Song Ruyue's face became more and more solemn.
At this moment, footsteps were heard outside.
Immediately, Taoist Qingyou came in with a whisk in his hand and said, "Mr. Luo, the abbot has come out of the cave. Please go to the back mountain with everyone to have a chat. He wants to go to Lingyuan Cave to check on Zhu Yan's condition first."