Xuanyuan Qingfeng and his party entered Yunjin Mountain and picked a secluded path to search for spiritual objects. Apart from the Song family's young phoenix and the young man with a saber, there were more than a dozen powerful retinues from the Xuanyuan family. As the ancestral home of Taoism, Longhu Mountain naturally no one would dare to make mistakes here. Xuanyuan Qingfeng came from a family of martial arts, and his foundation is not bad, but walking along the Rolling Stone Beach is still very difficult. Song Keli, a Confucian scholar in poetry and writing, is unexpectedly relaxed and leisurely, stepping on rocks and crossing streams, very light and agile, as if practicing superior internal skills and returning to the original, this makes the young swordsman put away his contempt and carefully watch with cold eyes.
Unknowingly, they walked for two hours. Xuanyuan Qingfeng is looking for three spiritual objects on this trip, giant salamanders, giant salamanders are not uncommon, but horns on forehead are rare. The second is the red-backed salamander, and the third is the black-footed snowbeaver. The latter two are relatively easy to find. The giant salamander is hard to come by. Ancient books say that this salamander lives for a hundred years to produce horns, and it can be found in another five hundred years. Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't expect to be able to succeed in the mountain jelly, she had searched dozens of times in the mountains tirelessly.
While sitting on the rock to rest, Song Keli glanced at the sky and said with a smile: "Miss Xuanyuan, if you don't return, I'm afraid you will have to spend the night on the mountain."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng hummed. This trip did not yield much, only a few salamanders were caught, as for the black-footed snowbeaver, it is also reasonable. This kind of little guy usually only comes out at night, shaped like a fox, but harbors Natural musk is the best quality boudoir sachet, but the process of picking musk is very bloody and cruel. Xuanyuan Qingfeng stretched out his fingers to tease the cute salamander in the glass bottle, thinking that he could almost go home. At this time, the taciturn young swordsman squinted his eyes into the depths of the mountain forest, and said calmly, "Go another five miles."
Song Keli smiled gently, noncommittal. Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at the swordsman who spoke with certainty, remembering that her father said that this person's keen intuition was rare in her life, she thought about it, nodded and said: "Then go another five miles."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng did not forget to turn his head to look at Song Keli, and asked, "Mr. Song, how are you doing?"
Song Keli smiled and said, "You can still walk."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng got up and exhaled, and took the lead.
Still searching to no avail, when Xuanyuan Qingfeng was about to turn around and go out of the mountain, he saw a small pool of green water in the distance. A middle-aged Taoist sat with his back to everyone.
Song Keli frowned. The young swordsman sneered.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was not worried about bad people haunting Longhu Mountain, not to mention that the more than ten people around her were all powerful in martial arts. The Taoist man wearing the Taoist robe of Longhu Mountain has a plain face, and the Taoist robe is patched, so it can be regarded as simple and clean. , deliberately increased the pace, but the middle-aged Taoist didn't notice it immediately, and his breathing skills were only average. The Taoist priest looked focused, facing the secluded pool, holding a green bamboo fishing rod in his hand, as if he was fishing. The long line of the bamboo pole sinks into the pond, not those romantic and famous people who hold a pole and wirelessly play tricks, Xuanyuan Qingfeng is really tired of those scholars who are fishing for fame. If this Taoist throws out a fishing rod but has no bait, with Miss Xuanyuan's temper, he will definitely be beaten!
A small bamboo cage was placed beside the Taoist priest, and a few fragrant vermilion wild fruits were placed in it.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled and said, "Did you disturb the fairy chief's fishing?"
The middle-aged Taoist couldn't take his eyes off, smiled, shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, I won't disturb the fish that the poor Taoist wants to catch."
Song Keli looked around, sat down and said softly, "I don't know what to use as bait? I don't know how deep this pool is?"
The young swordsman is already holding the handle of the knife.
Even Xuanyuan Qingfeng sensed the murderous aura of this reckless man who was expected to compete with Gu Jiantang in sword skills in the future.
After he made a decision, he always went straight to him. This was the case at Guniu Dagang in Shanghui Mountain, and it was the same after he saw her. Xuanyuan Qingfeng had nothing to do about it.
The middle-aged Taoist seemed unaware of the murderous intent, pointed to the wild fruit in the bamboo cage, gave the first answer, and then calmly said: "I don't know how deep this pool is until now."
Song Keli was still gentle, courteous and frugal on the surface, and asked: "Dare to ask what the boss is fishing for?"
The Taoist didn't hide it at all, and told the shocking truth in a calm tone: "It's a giant salamander. It once swallowed a utensil. The poor Taoist wants to get it back."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked tentatively: "Is the immortal chief fishing for that giant salamander?"
The middle-aged Taoist was really ignorant of the world, nodded and said: "Exactly."
The young swordsman sneered, and he went straight, and was about to draw the knife. If he didn't move the knife, he would see blood. He also didn't care at all whether the Taoist priest, who pretended to be a ghost, sensed the killing intent.
I have a knife, which head in the world can't be cut off? !
The Taoist sighed softly, put down the bamboo pole, glanced at the bamboo cage, turned his head and said with a smile: "I can't catch this year, and there are a few fruits left. If you don't think the wild fruits are dirty, they can satisfy your hunger and thirst."
Song Keli smiled without saying a word, motionless.
The young swordsman who inexplicably let go sat down, grabbed the wild fruit, and handed it to Xuanyuan Qingfeng first. She shook her head, and he threw it directly into her mouth. There were three or four remaining in the cage, which she swallowed together.
The middle-aged Taoist smiled.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked: "Which Taoist temple in the mountains does the Immortal Master practice?"
The Taoist priest shook his head and said, "Lonely ghosts are like ghosts, living in no fixed place. Fortunately, such a big Taoist ancestral home can accommodate the poor."
Song Keli asked abruptly: "My boy, I don't understand something, please ask the Taoist priest to clarify."
The middle-aged Taoist nodded and said, "Please tell me."
Song Keli waved his sleeves and sat down, as if he wanted to sit down with a Taoist priest and discuss the Tao. He said in a deep voice: "My father talked about the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. He once said that Buddhism is gold, Taoism is jade, and Confucianism is food. Gold and jade are expensive, but It is not much, and without it there is not much, but the world is like a human body, one cannot live without food for a day."
The middle-aged Taoist interjected in a staid tone: "It doesn't matter if you don't have food for a day, you can't die from starvation."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng was dumbfounded, disappointed in his heart, how could there be such a nonsense debate, the godly demeanor that was originally born because of the Taoist priest fishing for giant salamanders in the deep mountains and Bitan was swept away.
The swordsman laughed.
Song Keli's skill in nourishing Qi is not weak, and he is not angry at all.
Fortunately, the Taoist added a sentence: "But if there is no food and no cooking for a long time, something will happen."
Song Keli continued to speak calmly: "My father admits the difference between good and evil, but denies that there are three religions. What do you think?"
The middle-aged Taoist nodded and said, "Good."
Song Keli's face became serious, "But my father is afraid of the unconfirmed dispute between the ruling and opposition parties, he only dared to openly say that the purpose of the three religions is to find a way out for all people, and he put forward the four words of self-cultivation and benefit, which is biased by Confucianism. This way is not Confucianism, a Buddha is not a Buddha if you leave this way, and an immortal cannot be a fairy if you miss this way. Regardless of the three religions, as long as you always practice yin virtues, be loyal, filial and sincere, and follow the human way, you will not be far from the great way."
The Taoist smiled and said: "A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. This is what Master Zhang said two thousand years ago. It is not easy for your father to have such vision and courage. The poor Taoist secretly thought that people can correct their body and mind, gather the true spirit, It can breed great talents and great virtues. As for where the roots are, whether it is on the side of Confucianism, the side of Shimen, or the side of Taoism where the poor Taoist is, it doesn’t matter. Speaking of people, after all, it has an innate advantage. As for the sage book compiled by the disciples of the master, it can be regarded as making sense, but the bookishness is inevitable. It is a good thing to set the rules and set up a cage. Doubt, look up to the height, but no matter how high the sect is, there are also views from the sect. If you can be born two thousand years earlier, the poor Taoist will have to face to face and say a word: Master thinks Meng Lang's words, and I think it is a wonderful practice."
Not to mention Song Keli and Xuanyuan Qingfeng, even the young swordsman who had never touched a book in his life was stunned.
This Taoist priest seemed to be struggling to death and was only forty years old, but his tone could put the world into his mouth!
The master had exhausted the truth two thousand years ago, but this Taoist priest has almost exhausted his words today.
Song Keli stood up and bowed respectfully, but he didn't know what was going on in the heart of this young son of the Song family who had a young Fengqing and an old Fengyin.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng said goodbye and took the lead to leave.
After walking a certain distance, she subconsciously turned her head to look, and the Taoist whose martial arts should be ordinary but who spoke frighteningly still remained silent.
When the crowd left, the middle-aged Taoist flicked his wrist, and the fishing line was dragged up and thrown into the sky.
There is no end, and I haven't seen the hook for a long time.
How long is this fishing line
Baizhang
Two hundred feet
The middle-aged Taoist waited quietly for the fishhook to come out of the water, and said softly, "Forget it, wait another ten years."
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The bamboo raft enters the Longwang River from the Qinglong River. The river is turbulent, but the bamboo raft is still stable. The old Taoist Zhao Xituan’s trip is just to take his apprentices out to see the scenery of the Shejiang River in Jianzhou. Xu Longxiang squatted on the raft, no longer as afraid as before water.
The old heavenly master felt very relieved, Huang Man'er was born in the Vajra Realm, which is a rare majestic bone in the world. Compared with Wudang's young teacher, Hong Xixiang, he was born with a little more heart and soul, and Hong Xixiang had one more. The disciple Huang Man'er is just the opposite. He lacks one, so he doesn't have to worry about the saying in the Taoist scriptures, "I don't realize my long-term physiology for a long time, and my heart is full of yellow dust." Therefore, the old Taoist gave Xu Longxiang the The Dream Spring and Autumn Dharma is to teach students according to their aptitude. People in the world practice Taoism in order to nourish their spirits. Zhao Xituan practiced it in the opposite way. As long as Xu Longxiang has only one breath left to support his vajra physique, and when he reaches a good state, he can achieve what the ancestors said, "Three hundred years of the Spring and Autumn Dream, Lightly blowing through Kunlun", Xu Longxiang had previously learned the rest of the Taoism of Longhu Mountain and could not make any progress, but now he is gradually restrained in his violent aura, and he is only half a line away from the Taoist real person's "life and death in his hands". , now Zhao Xituan just needs to wait patiently for his apprentice Linyuan to leap, can Zhao Xituan be unhappy? This is happier than the people under the mountain who are old and have children!
I spent two years with Xu Longxiang in Xiaoyaoguan at the foot of the mountain, and I fell in love with him. Now I don’t need the threat of letters from His Royal Highness. Whoever dares to bully Huang Maner, he, Zhao Xituan, is the first to refuse. The second great celestial master surnamed Zhao is just an old tablet? The old Taoist burst out with arrogance, and the strength of the raft increased, like an arrow flying, suddenly saw the apprentice standing up, stretching his neck to look in the direction of the demon-slaying platform on the peak, and let out a deafening roar, Zhao Xituan was stunned for a moment, and then cut Then there was a roar from the magic table, like the roar of a wild beast. The old Taoist was startled for a while, clapped his hands and laughed, and said, "Okay! I can feel emotionally connected with the black tiger under Qi Xuan's seat. You are indeed my disciple. There really is no room for two tigers." .”
Xu Longxiang made a gesture to jump out of the bamboo raft and rush across the river, Zhao Xituan hurriedly shouted: "Disciple, don't be in a hurry."
If Xu Longxiang had just jumped into the river when he first went up the mountain, he would have had a good time fighting with that beast. When he was young, he would have torn several tigers, leopards, and bears apart, and his physical strength was astonishing. The fierce generals of the flag have to feel ashamed. But at this time the old Taoist stopped him, and the idiot who was not enlightened by nature really stopped, but still dissatisfied, he turned his head and glared at the old Taoist, and squatted beside the raft in a daze. The latter was in a good mood like drinking wine, smiled heartily, and said earnestly: "Apprentice, that black tiger is not a simple beast, it is the king of beasts in our Longhu Mountain, and its body frame is almost twice that of an ordinary big insect. The whole body is pitch black, and for some reason, I went to Zhanmotai to listen to Qi Xuanjiao's lectures. After listening for many years, I was very spiritual. Hey, in terms of seniority, this guy must be a quiet person on the mountain. You don't have to rush to fight him, sooner or later you will have a good fight with him."
Xu Longxiang snorted.
About to mention the black tiger under Immortal Qi, Zhao Laodao's thoughts drifted away, and he said softly: "Disciple, master told you some secret things, and you can't vomit quickly, and you always feel uncomfortable when you are depressed. From the perspective of the master , there are very few Daoist real people in the contemporary era. If it weren't for the flood phenomenon in Wudang, once Wang Chonglou left, there would be even fewer. For Longhushan, the family has been dominant for too long. It's not a good thing for me to be number one. Rong Wei is the teacher. Of course, my brother is, and Danxia can also be counted. Zhao Danping is too smart. I can't wait for everything to be done, but it will damage my luck. Bai Yu The two juniors with Qi Xianxia are both wonderful, one is like the father who is a teacher, and the other is like Lu Dongxuan. I believe it will be no problem to become a real person in the future, but it will take time. , it will be difficult to be a big job in the future. There are still two Sanxian characters in the Northern Territory, but they are both very old, and they may disappear one day. Sigh, after all the calculations, there are only a few of them. They can be counted on one hand, how can it be a tragic word, it is far inferior to Shimen."
God knows whether Xu Longxiang is listening, Zhao Xituan didn't care, turned the head of the raft back, looked at the rolling hills, suddenly smiled, and said slowly with pride: "It's okay, there are still land gods in Longhu Mountain."
Xu Longxiang turned his head sideways.
Zhao Xituan saw that there was an audience for the first time, he stroked his beard and squinted his eyes and smiled: "People in the world only know my father and Qi Xuanjiao before Jiazi, but they don't know that there are gods above real people."
The old Taoist wanted to show off on purpose to whet his appetite, but when he saw his apprentice immediately lowered his head and continued to catch fish, he smiled coyly, and quickly said, "However, it's hard for me to say how this god is a god. Yao, I met a middle-aged Taoist priest. Later, Qi Xuan frame became immortal for more than 20 years. Master ran into that Taoist priest again. He seemed to have never aged at all. I was very curious. Ask the old ancestor, you know what your master said The old ancestor said that he also met this person many times when he was young! Disciple, think about it, how old is this? Will be older. Of course, this matter is similar to whether there is a Daobao jade seal at the bottom of the mountain 'Fengtian Chengyun', and it is not easy to verify."
Xu Longxiang rolled his eyes, this habit was learned from his brother.
Zhao Xituan chuckled, stretched the pole slowly, smacked his lips, and said, "When your father and king brought troops to Longhu Mountain, the situation forced us to block the way, and everyone in the world knows that there are several postmen. The pawn ran to the death of six post horses before sending the imperial decree to the foot of Longhu Mountain, but he didn't know that the last post pawn died of exhaustion with the horses sixty miles away. He was an unknown middle-aged man. The Taoist took it over, held the imperial decree in his hand, and the arrow rain did not invade, and the sword and halberd were all broken. During this period, more than 20 top masters under Beiliang failed to stop him, and he even failed to see the Taoist priest's face clearly. Half a stick of incense Then I went to the King of Beiliang, and the Taoist robe was not stained with a speck of dust."
The old Taoist looked dazed and said: "Isn't this a land god? I wonder if we can meet again in this life."