In the evening, He Zhai.
A car came from a distance and stopped slowly in front of the gate. As soon as the door opened, two people came down, it was Wang Yao and the Taoist. He Zun and Li Yan were already waiting in the courtyard, and hurried up to meet them.
"Haha, you haven't lost any weight."
"You are always the same... Oh, Mr. He, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
Wang Yao greeted Li Yan, shook hands with He Zun, and then introduced: "This is the master of the Lianhuashan Wuliang Temple, Daoist Mo."
The two of them didn't change their expressions, they first took a closer look, and saw that the old man had a childish face, his eyes were clear, and although he was dressed in an old gray robe, he had an air of being out of the world.
They are all big names in shopping malls, they know countless people, and they are pretty on the outside, but they are more idiots. Immediately, He Zun put on a smile and said, "It's an honor for Daoist Mo to come out of the mountain in person, please hurry up!"
With that said, several people entered the main hall. Li Yang was also waiting inside, sitting in a wheelchair with a gloomy expression.
Both parties sat down, neither mentioned business, but chatted casually. Li Yan first said: "I heard that there are real immortals on Lianhua Mountain, and today I saw them, and they really deserve their reputation. I don't know which lineage they are descended from?"
Daoist Mo said with a smile: "The master of the poor Taoist is from the lineage of Master Zixu of Quanzhen Nanzong. Counting from the first ancestor, it should be a thousand years."
"..."
He Zun twitched the corners of his mouth, these words sounded too awkward, as if the other party was about to spit out flying swords in the next second, spreading clouds and rain. He didn't believe this, he just felt that he was pretending to be a ghost and pretending to be mysterious.
Li Yan was very interested, and asked again: "I know that Quanzhen is divided into northern and southern sects, but I don't know the details. Today is a rare opportunity, can the priest explain it?"
"this… "
The old Taoist stroked his long beard, and said with a smile: "That's fine, but the poor Taoist will simply talk about it."
"Today's Taoism is divided into Zhengyi and Quanzhen sects. Zhengyi was established by Zhang Tianshi, and it is divided into Maoshan, Lingbao, Qingwei, and Jingming. , Tan Chuduan, Qiu Chuji and other seven disciples, named Quanzhen Seven Sons. The first ancestor of the Southern Zong was Ziyang Zhenren, the second ancestor Cuixuan Zhenren, the third ancestor Zixian Zhenren, the fourth ancestor Cuixu Zhenren, and the fifth ancestor Zixu Zhenren. They are the Northern Qizhen and the Southern Five Patriarchs."
"Both the northern and southern sects pay attention to the inner alchemy Taoism, and they belong to the same origin and different streams. Therefore, at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the southern sect merged into the Quanzhen sect, and its momentum rose sharply, leading the world's Taoism."
"Pindao became a monk in the south of the Yangtze River since he was a child, traveled around the world at the age of forty, and then opened a temple in Lianhua Mountain to accept disciples..."
Speaking of this, Li Yang interrupted suddenly, saying: "I heard that Wuliang Temple has been built for more than 30 years. I don't know if you..."
"Heh, the poor are seventy-five."
As soon as this remark came out, everyone present was shocked. This Taoist is not old at all, if he dyes his white hair black, it is no problem to say that he is a middle-aged man. He Zun also thought about it secretly, and couldn't help being a little more solemn.
"Didi!"
"Boom!"
At this moment, he heard the sound of a car outside, and then a person walked in, but it was He Tian who had arrived.
"Ah Tian, come here, this is Daoist Mo."
He Zun beckoned, intending to introduce one or two.
Unexpectedly, that guy ignored him, went straight to Li Yang, sat down, and said: "I don't care who you are, as long as you can cure our illness, I will kowtow to you. If you can't cure it, just put on a show, don't Blame me for being rude."
This guy was already perverse, but after he got blown up, he became even more violent, and he was a bit daring.
"you!"
He Zun lost face and was about to reprimand, the old Taoist waved his hand and said with a smile: "There are no absolutes in the world, and poor Taoists dare not talk too much, whatever, just look at your troubles."
"snort!"
He Tian snorted coldly, turned his head to look at his good brother, it was even worse, his spirit was listless as if he was dead.
One is on the legs and the other is on the lower body, so naturally we should look at the former first. Li Yan squatted down, rolled up his son's trouser legs, and saw that his legs were frighteningly white, and there seemed to be no blood circulation.
Daoist Mo took a look, then diagnosed the Huimai, and said: "It is true that the meridian is damaged, and the Qi and blood are stagnant."
Afterwards, he also squatted down, pinched the opponent's calf, and spit out his fingers, asking, "Does it hurt here?"
"It doesn't hurt." Li Yang shook his head.
"What about here?" He moved up half an inch.
"It doesn't hurt either."
"What about here?"
"Well… "
Li Yang frowned and said, "It's sore and painful."
The old Taoist nodded, and took out the roll bag from his bosom, in which were pinned dozens of silver needles of different thicknesses and lengths. He took out a slender silver needle and stuck it into the acupuncture point.
Then I picked out another one, this one was slightly different, the tip was triangular in shape, and it was specially used for bleeding and purging fever. He twisted lightly, and a little blood gushed out, but the color was quite dark, almost black and purple...
After such a few procedures, it took about half an hour before the inspection was completed.
"Daozhang, how is it?" Li Yan asked hurriedly.
"Not surprisingly, that person's condition is similar, both of which are damage to the meridians."
"Can that be cured?"
"Difficult! Acupuncture and moxibustion every day, followed by luck massage, may have some effect."
The old Taoist seemed unwilling to talk more about this topic, put away his paper bag, and sat down again: "You guessed right, someone did something wrong, and this person is very skilled, it's not easy... Listen, they suddenly fell ill?"
"Yes, very suddenly." Li Yan said.
"Have you experienced any physical contact before that?"
"What kind of contact method?" He Tian couldn't help asking.
"As long as the opponent's hand touches any part of you."
"Fuck! Where the hell am I going to remember?" He swears again.
"..."
Everyone didn't bother to talk about it, He Zun didn't believe it at first, but he was a little shaken by this meeting, and asked tentatively: "Master Daoist, do you think you may have fallen into an evil spell?"
"It's not evil, it's just some special means. If the person wants to use it, he will touch it with his hands. You can follow this clue to find it... Oh, the time interval will not be too long, it should be on the same day."
"..."
The two looked at each other with joy, and the scope of this search was greatly narrowed. He Zun hurriedly said: "Just stay with me for a few days, and I will notify you as soon as there is a result."
"No, I'll just go to the Taiqing Palace to place the order." The old man waved his hand.
Taiqing Palace is a Taoist temple in Shengtian City, where incense is quite prosperous. In the past, there were rules for placing orders, first you have to dress neatly, and shout "Master number room, be merciful!"
You can only enter after the equal sign room responds.
When entering, there are questions and answers, such as "Where did the old practice come from?" "The disciples come from somewhere." "Which school is your old school?" "The disciple is a certain school" and so on.
After that, you have to return the gift and participate in the stove, so that you can successfully place the order.
Of course, it's saved now. With the name of the master of Wuliang Temple, he has to be warmly entertained wherever he goes. Daoist Mo sat for a while, then got up to leave.
Li Yan went to see him off in the same car, and He Zun and others followed behind. As soon as I left the gate on the first floor, I heard someone screaming from above:
"ah!"
Everyone raised their necks in unison, only to feel that a black object fell from the second floor, directly facing the top of He Tian's head. Everyone didn't react, and He Tian was also in a daze, and didn't know how to dodge.
Just when the thing was about to hit the top of the head, I saw a large puffy sleeve flung out, gently supported the bottom of the pocket, and then turned again, the gray sleeve was like a loose cloud, and it flicked upwards.
"then!"
With a soft drink, the thing flew back to the second floor and landed steadily on the railing.
Hiss!
Only then did everyone see clearly that it was a huge colored porcelain flower pot and a female nanny who was still in shock.