Since the death of the old headmaster Wang Chonglou in Wudang, the few incense sticks have been reduced. Fortunately, nearly a thousand old Taoists, middle-aged priests and Taoist boys behind the archway are used to living a poor life. There is no complaints about sewing leaky stools, sewing old clothes, cultivating a few vegetable fields, and raising a few cages of chickens and ducks. But at this moment, a young Taoist was squatting behind the Xuanwu Dangxing Memorial Archway and sighing, and beside him squatted a few naughty Taoist boys from nearby Taoist temples, each of them vying for the Taoist to tell some love stories in the book. It sounds much more interesting than Taoist scriptures, but it’s just too bleak. How come none of the men and women in it have a good end. Listening to the storyteller next to me near the end, I feel more and more worried. Even if the master draws with a stick, he will also escape the Dao class and sneak out
"Uncle Grand Master, how come there are so many lantern riddles, drinking orders and poems in this book? Is it possible that they were all thought up by one person? If it is true, how knowledgeable is the person who wrote this book? Almost Comparing it with the Grand Master's uncle?" A little Taoist boy who has only been in Wudang Mountain for less than two years asked timidly, the little Taoist was born with red lips and white teeth, very aura. Putting his hands on his cheeks, he looked at the master's master's master's master's uncle vigorously. It should be called the head teacher, but it seems that everyone in the audience said that the grand master's uncle didn't like it very much, so he still called it according to his seniority.
"Nonsense, how could the person who wrote this book be as knowledgeable as my uncle!" A little Taoist priest who entered the mountain a little earlier hit a chestnut with a serious expression on his face. .
"It's not nonsense. If the person who wrote the book debated Taoism with me, it would probably be unreasonable, but these love affairs, I am far behind. This is the reason why there is a specialization in art, you guys In the future, when you study the scriptures with the masters, if you encounter difficulties, don’t think that what the masters say is right. Some things that the masters punish but you don’t think are wrong, you can go to the Lianhua Peak to find me. If I still say If you are wrong, if you are still not convinced, you can go down the mountain to find out what is right or wrong. If one day you feel that you have found the answer, the masters and I are wrong, you can go back to the mountain and tell us that we are really wrong. If you find that you are wrong Don’t feel ashamed, remember that our Wudang mountain gate will never be closed.” The young Taoist smiled and rubbed the head of the youngest Taoist with a warm smile.
"Uncle Grand Master, I think it's wrong for Master to hit us when he's upset, what do you think?" Xiaodaotong asked innocently.
The young Taoist laughed softly and said: "I was beaten a few times when I was young, but now I know that most of the time it was indeed my fault, and a few times were wrong. Tempered saints will inevitably make some mistakes. For thousands of years in Wudang, there have been tens of thousands of Taoist priests recorded in the book, but there is only one sculpture of Xuanwu Tianzun. We, including me, are all ordinary people. If you make mistakes, don’t try to get into the horns, then you will not be happy. It’s hard to walk around in this world, and you’re always bored and angry. You are a high-ranking emperor and general, and you’re boring. What, it’s nothing more than a fleeting cloud, Dao becomes rubble and gold, there is spring in the elixir furnace, Wudang is my pillow, my pillow is Wudang, that’s enough.”
A little older Taoist priest whispered: "Master Uncle, I heard that rich people eat meat every day. I'm so greedy. I always drool just thinking about it when I'm hungry."
The handsome young Taoist with the highest seniority smiled and said: "Isn't it the same to eat meat every day and light tea and light meals every day? Qingfeng, Master Uncle gave you ten steamed buns. The first one tastes delicious. What's the taste of the tenth steamed bun? "
The little Taoist priest named Qingfeng said with a bitter face: "Ten steamed buns, they are too stuffed."
The young master uncle laughed and said: "That's right, it's the same principle up and down the mountain. The master teacher said that the moral is not as high as the human heart. If we are greedy, there will be no limit. Lu Zu on the mountain hung his sword at the moon corner of Nangong Head, do you know what the most powerful part of that sword is?"
"I heard from the master that you can fly a sword for thousands of miles!"
"It must be demon slayer!"
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The answers were all kinds of strange, the young master uncle smiled and said nothing when the silence subsided, and then said softly: "Lu Zu seems to have left a three-foot sword, but in fact he left Daogen and Wudang. He taught us to use Qingfeng The sword cuts away afflictions, greed, hatred and lust."
"Lust?" The youngest Taoist boy looked blank. The rest of the ignorant young Taoist priests all laughed.
"The book I'm reading is called "Snow on the Head of the Eastern Chamber", and there are some things about men and women that I skipped in it." The young master uncle said with a smile.
"Does Grand Master Uncle have lust?" The little guy asked the bottom line.
Before the master and uncle could reply, the little guy was beaten up by the junior brothers and uncles.
The young master uncle rubbed his little head again, and said softly: "Yes."
Surprised voices sounded from around, but no one felt that the young ancestors on Wudang Mountain who claimed to be lustful were not tall, educated, or kind.
The young master uncle laughed and said, "It's not a bad thing to know that it's not good. This is the same as our Taoist priests seeking the way of heaven. We know that we are not in my hands, so we go to seek the way."
"Uncle Master, haven't you sought enlightenment yet?" A young Taoist priest asked anxiously.
"It's hard to say." The young master uncle said sincerely.
At this time, a group of elderly pilgrims from Yongzhou finally walked through the Shinto for more than ten miles, and came to the archway out of breath. The young Taoist priest immediately got up and called the young Taoist priests around him to help carry their bags. When going up the mountain, the Taoist boys skillfully introduced the scenery and Taoist temples of Wudang Mountain. The old pilgrims thought that the little Taoist priests were cute and cute, and they all showed vicissitudes of life. After arriving at the top of the mountain, let them go down the mountain first, and pick up all the bags alone. The old people feel sorry for it. The young Taoist priest who didn’t talk much along the way smiled and said that it’s okay. , It really doesn’t seem like you’re pretending to be relaxed, so you feel relieved. Without the little Taoist priests, the old pilgrims finally asked a slightly sensitive question. It has been more than ten years since I came to Wudang, and this is almost the last time in my life to climb a mountain to burn incense. Most of them have a good impression of Wudang, but their children and grandchildren are more willing to go to Longhu Mountain. If they can be twenty years younger, maybe this trip will really go to Longhushan, where three national teachers have been produced in a row.
The young Taoist priest with many bags on his back didn't speak when he heard this, but just smiled and looked naive. In the eyes of the old pilgrims, it is much more pleasing to the eye than trying to say good things to Wudang Mountain.
Walking slowly all the way up the mountain, near the top of the mountain, I met an old Taoist who was sitting on the sea of clouds and enlightened.
The old Taoist managed to recognize the appearance of the young Taoist who was carrying a heavy load up the mountain, so he quickly stood up and gave a respectful slap, saying, "I've seen the head teacher."
The young Taoist smiled and nodded as a greeting.
More than a dozen old pilgrims didn't believe their ears, and they all looked at the young Taoist priest who had accompanied him all the way and listened to how great Longhu Mountain was and how cool Wudang Mountain was.
They have indeed heard that the head teacher on Wudang Mountain is surprisingly young. The main reason for this trip to Wudang to burn incense is that they hope to meet the new head teacher, and take a look at it from a distance, just as if they were imbued with fairy spirit .
No matter how Wudang has declined in the past hundred years, it is the ancestral home of Taoism that once overwhelmed Longhushan. With the immortal Wang Chonglou Zhuyu in front, the pilgrims still regard the new head teacher as a god.
But this young god, why did you pack your bags for us old bastards? !