Before dawn, Ning Tao mixed with a group of tourists and climbed up the stairs to the golden summit of Mount Emei.
Emei is beautiful in the world and has been a famous mountain since ancient times.
But Ning Tao didn't feel how beautiful it was, but the densely packed heads made him feel quite spectacular.
In early winter, the temperature on the mountain is very low, coupled with the heavy rain, a thin layer of ice forms on the stone steps, making each step slippery. Along the road there are people selling disposable non-slip shoe covers, as well as people selling boiled bacon and grilled hot sausages, which is very lively.
Chinese people like to be lively. It doesn't matter whether the scenery is beautiful or not. What's important is that there are many people. You have to queue for an hour to go to the toilet. That's enough. It seems that only in this way can you enjoy the addiction of traveling.
Climbing to the Golden Summit, it was just dawn. A ray of golden light penetrated the sky and shone on the golden roof of Huazang Temple. In an instant, the golden light was so vast that the entire sky seemed to be painted with a layer of gold powder. The Samantabhadra Bodhisattva riding an elephant has a dignified appearance, kind eyebrows and kind eyes. Looking at it can make people feel peaceful.
Many people were worshiping Samantabhadra, but Ning Tao just looked at them and walked over.
Logically speaking, after becoming the owner of Tianwai Clinic and cultivating the Way of Heaven, he should believe in ghosts and gods, but what he believed in was not the gods made by craftsmen, nor the ghosts and ghosts legendary in the world.
Stepping past Samantabhadra riding an elephant on the square, Ning Tao walked to the sun viewing platform behind Huazang Temple. His eyes were looking for compassionate figures among the crowd, and he secretly said in his heart: "This is Mount Emei, yes. But is this the headquarters of the Emei Sect? If it is, with so many tourists every day, how can the Emei Sect’s masters practice so hard? If not, where is it? "
"Doctor Ning." A friendly voice came from one direction from the side.
Ning Tao moved his eyes and saw Master Cixinxiao standing in front of a canteen. The gray monk's robe and gray monk's cap were loose and simple, but they also showed off his graceful figure and looked very pleasing to the eye.
The owner of the canteen handed Ci Xin a corn cob. Ci Xin paid for it and trotted over to Ning Tao with the corn cob in hand.
Ning Tao said: "Be careful, there is ice on the ground and it will be slippery."
As soon as I said these words, I remembered that I am also a cultivator. How could I slip on a bit of ice on the ground
Ci Xin came to Ning Tao and handed the corn cob to Ning Tao with a friendly smile on her lips: "Doctor Ning, here you go."
Ning Tao smiled and said: "I'm not hungry, you can eat."
Cixin grinned: "Then I'm welcome." After saying that, he grabbed the corn cob and took a bite, looking very intoxicated.
Women are naturally greedy and like delicious food, but Buddhism prohibits meat and fish, so she can buy a corn cob to satisfy her craving.
Ning Taosi took a look and lowered his voice: "Little Master Cixin, where is your respected master?"
"Come with me." Ci Xin walked to the sun viewing platform, gnawing on corn cobs as he walked, and the speed of gnawing was obviously faster.
The sun viewing platform was crowded with tourists, each one taking pictures with his mobile phone.
Lively, must be lively.
Ci Xin took Ning Tao around the sun viewing platform and walked forward on a narrow stone mountain road.
Ning Tao followed Ci Xin and observed secretly. But in his field of vision, apart from the lush green peaks and the clouds and mist surrounding the peaks, he couldn't see any Emei sect buildings at all. Finally, he gave up and watched Metta secretly. Ci Xin's back is slim and graceful, with a unique beauty of being petite and exquisite. One buttock is round, plump and perky. He only glanced at it and then looked away, thinking guilt to himself.
"Doctor Ning, I heard from a senior sister that Liu Shiba died and his flea market was closed. Is this true?" Cixin looked back at Ning Tao and asked.
Ning Tao said: "It's true."
"Who killed him?"
Ning Tao was about to say Hai Dongfang's name, but in the blink of an eye he had already atone for his sins with death. It was inappropriate to talk about his sins again, so he said: "I don't know, but I opened a WeChat group. You If you are interested, you can join. There are many Taoist friends in the group who can buy and sell spiritual materials and exchange cultivation experience and alchemy techniques. I will also post information about purchasing spiritual materials for anyone who wants to repair broken magic weapons. You can tag me.”
Ci Xin looked very moved and hesitated before saying: "I want to go back and ask Master for instructions. Master does not allow us to play WeChat and TikTok, saying that it will disturb the Taoist mind and delay our practice."
Ning Tao smiled: "It's okay if you don't add it. There are indeed some fellow Taoists who like to talk nonsense and post pictures that are not suitable for children. It will dirty your eyes. If you have any questions, just call me or call me. You can also send text messages.”
Ci Xin nodded, and Ning Tao's words "not suitable for children" made her cheeks blush slightly.
The two of them walked forward in the sunlight. The mountain road gradually became more and more rugged. After turning a corner, the Golden Dome was no longer visible.
There is a sign on the roadside that reads: Tourists Stop.
Ci Xin, however, stepped over the stone monument without even looking at it and continued walking forward. Ning Tao followed her, and the mountain road began to go downwards. After walking another mile on the mountain road, the mountain road broke off at the foot, and there was a cliff in front of us.
Cixin stood next to the cliff, with a sea of clouds and mist in front of her.
Ning Tao took a look, but he saw nothing except the rolling clouds and mist.
Ci Xin said: "Our Emei sect is down there. This Mount Emei used to be the property of our Emei sect, but our teacher gave it away. Master said that family members should not be vulgar and make money, so we moved down there. We usually eat We grow our own rice and vegetables, and the cloth we wear is all our own weaving.”
Ning Tao praised: "Master Jiexin is really noble and upright, much better than the abbot of that temple. If you want to make money, why bother to become a monk? Money is something external to the body, but the world can't see through it."
Cixin looked at Ning Tao, her eyes unable to conceal the joy in her heart: "Dr. Ning, I like to hear what you say, and I think my master also likes to hear it."
Ning Tao smiled: "Then we will keep in touch and talk more in the future."
Ci Xin's cheeks turned red inexplicably again. She suddenly remembered something and hurriedly reached out to grab a rope from the edge of the cliff.
The rope was not a steel rope, nor a hemp rope coated with tung oil, but a rope woven from plant vines, with leaves still growing on it, and it looked alive.
"Doctor Ning, we have to slide down, are you okay?" Cixin looked at Ning Tao with a little worry in his eyes.
Ning Tao said: "No problem, you go first and I will follow you."
Ci Xin nodded, suddenly jumped up, and disappeared into the clouds in a blink of an eye.
Ning Tao stepped forward and grabbed the vine, and a spiritual material called Babel Vine that he saw in the "Spiritual Materials Compendium" suddenly came to his mind. It has very common alchemy value and is used in many low-level elixirs. It has the effect of expanding the meridians. Legend has it that the Babel Vine can grow very tall and even reach the heavenly palace. The legend is a legend after all and should not be taken as true, but its alchemy value is recognized by the world of cultivation.
Ning Tao didn't jump up like Ci Xin did. He twisted the Babel Vine with his legs, then grabbed the Babel Vine with both hands, loosened it and slid down slowly.
This slide lasted two to three thousand meters, and the vine grew thicker as it went down. Eventually, it was like a towering tree, and Ning Tao had no problem running on it. It was only at this distance to the bottom that Ning Tao saw clearly what kind of place he had reached.
This is a miniature basin surrounded by mountains, with a temple in the middle and farmland, rivers and forests surrounding it. The golden morning light swept across the sky, and the basin was covered with clouds and fog. It really felt like a paradise on earth, a fairyland on earth.
Ning Tao also sensed the existence of spiritual energy, but it was very thin. But this is already very rare. You must know that there are very few places with spiritual energy on the earth now. Those cultivators or monsters who have no sects or small sects have no conditions to have such a base.
Ci Xin was already waiting under the Tongtian Vine. Behind her stood several nuns, one of whom was holding Buddha dust. It seemed that she had a certain status in the Emei Sect.
Ning Tao came down from the Tongtian Vine and imitated Master Fakong's movements: "Amitabha, hello, masters."
Several young nuns burst into laughter.
The middle-aged woman holding the Buddha dust in her hand glared at the young nuns, who then closed their mouths.
Ci Xin introduced: "Doctor Ning, this is my senior sister, whose Buddhist name is Ci En."
Ning Tao clasped his palms together and said, "Hello, Master Cien."
Ci En pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, hello, Dr. Ning."
Cixin introduced the young nuns to Ning Tao, and Ning Tao also said hello to them one by one. It was during this process that Ning Tao learned that the Ci generation in the Emei Sect was second only to the Mie generation of Master Mie Xin. He guessed that Ci Xin might be a close disciple of Master Mie Xin or something, just like the kind of closed disciple described in Xianxia novels.
Ci En said: "Doctor Ning, you are our guest here, but I still want to remind you. Please turn off your mobile phone. You are not allowed to take pictures here. When you leave here in the future, please keep the secrets here. This is the Buddhist Tomb We don’t want to be disturbed by the outside world.”
Ning Tao nodded: "I won't reveal even a word, please don't worry."
"Okay, please give me your phone for safekeeping for now." Ci'en reached out to Ning Tao.
Ning Tao smiled, took out his cell phone and handed it to Ci En.
Ci En turned off Ning Tao's cell phone, put it away, and then said: "Doctor Ning, please come with me."
Ning Tao followed a group of nuns.
A muddy path extends to the temple in the middle of the basin. There are nuns working in the farmland on the roadside, sowing, weeding, and picking. There are also nuns practicing Qigong in the forest, sword dancers, meditating on the tree canopy, and flying Qigong in the forest. The nuns are integrated with the world and form a picture of their own. This picture scroll is natural, fresh and full of fairy flavor.
How have those sentient beings who are busy working from nine to five to make a living, ever experience such a life
Life is just a dream, and most people never wake up until they die.