Daomaguan, this year's spring is particularly cold. Although it is not an exaggeration to freeze and kill young people, some old people in the villages near the pass have managed to survive the cold winter, and they have not been able to survive this cold spring that the common people say is a ghost gate. It's just that such a quiet death can't cause any waves. Anyway, he didn't die in the chaos of war. He died in bed at home. Who is willing to take care of him? Only some retired veterans can be arranged by the government. In the end, compared to Liyang's side, it is already considered a great luck. The two riders came to Daumaguan and took a rest before leaving the pass. Taking advantage of the aftertaste of the Lantern Festival, the market in the pass was still lively. The children were all staring at the old crow playing chess and other tricks. The dusty Xu Fengnian was chewing A big pancake, walking with a horse, saw a familiar little fat man in the pile of children with sharp eyes, walked over and kicked the little fat man's ass lightly with his feet, the child was watching him enthusiastically, and kicked him without turning his head Butt stuff, nothing more than three things, Xiaopangdun turned his head angrily, and was about to yell, when he saw a handsome young man with a horse and a knife, he was stunned, and finally recognized that he was given a meat bun back then Xu Fengnian smiled and asked, "Where is You Song, didn't you play with you?"
The little chubby looked around, and said with a smile: "It was still there just now, Song Zi and his mother came to the market to buy some leftover satin, and now his mother must have dragged him away by the ear. Young master, how about I Can you call me pine nuts?"
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said: "No need, I have to leave the customs right away, just tell You Song when you turn around and tell him."
Then Xu Feng saw the fat man swallowing his saliva and staring at half of the meatloaf in his hand, Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "If you don't mind being bitten by me, take it."
The little fat man smiled shyly and shook his head vigorously. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two sabers of different lengths on the young man's waist, and his eyes became more and more greedy. Xu Fengnian handed the boy the meatloaf, and while biting the meatloaf, the latter mumbled: "Young master, I heard from my father that it is very difficult to get out of the customs now, it seems that there are many generals in the mouth of the big gourd outside Daomaguan. Death, there are not many people entering the customs during the period around the New Year's Eve."
Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "I have some relationship with the officials who closed the door, so I'm not afraid."
The chubby man smiled and said: "Let me just say, son, you must be a big shot. Song Zi often talks about you in private schools, but no one else believes it. I just help Song Zi and say with Song Zi that you are a hero who has gone through the rivers and lakes."
Xu Fengnian rubbed the little fat man's head, turned and left. Behind the back, the little fat man immediately bragged to his playmates how familiar he was with the young man with a horse and a knife. Most of the children who were educated together in the private school did not believe him and Zhao Yousong. A friendship can never be faked, and the little fat man's "status in the rivers and lakes" suddenly rose to several floors.
For nearly twenty years, the military parade at the North Liangbian Military Academy has always followed the old rules of a year, a small school, and a three-year parade, but last year’s parade was postponed to this year for no reason, and it was also scheduled for the unprecedented spring season. Two rules were broken in succession, and the scale of this military parade was particularly large, which made many border guards feel an unusual atmosphere. Daomaguan is a small border pass, the temple is small, but there are many Bodhisattvas. Zhou Xian, the deputy lieutenant of Zhechong, and Han Tao, who has a meritorious rank and a school lieutenant, want to pass through the customs smoothly, especially if the goods are valuable. , need to be careful to deal with this pair of rivals. At this time, Zhou Xian and Han Tao, the top snakes at Daomaguan, were standing on the top of the wall respectfully, not daring to take a breath, not to mention the two top snakes that were only in the top class, even the dragon was crouching obediently, because the people around them Standing are two great Bodhisattvas who can truly determine life and death with a single word. Youzhou Deputy General Shi Qiangao and Youzhou Biejia Li Guiweng are both senior officials of the third rank. Han Tao and Zhou Xian, the old enemies, have no intention of stumbling each other at this moment, so they can only pinch their noses and cooperate, thinking about how to deal with this errand, they don't have the capital to know the inside story, only the news is important People exit from Daomaguan.
Zhou Ziru, the son of Lieutenant Zhechong, has the status of a frontier soldier and can stand on the top of the wall to wait, but he is far away from the two powerful ministers of Youzhou. The bright armor with high eye stones, and the official uniform embroidered with peacock patterns on Li Guiweng's body, the eyes are filled with awe and passion. Shi Qiangao is a veteran of the Spring and Autumn Period, and he is old and strong. Originally, he was the most hopeful to take advantage of the trend to become the general of Youzhou this time. However, Huangfu Cheng, who was only the captain of Guoyi at the time, took the lead. The extent is because of this reason, for fear of being used as a punching bag by the hot-tempered Shi Qiangao. On the contrary, Li Guiweng has always been kind to everyone as rumored, deliberately walked behind Shi Qiangao when climbing the city wall, and took the time to exchange a few warm words with Zhou Xianzhou Ziru father and son. For some reason, Zhou Ziru carefully noticed that General Shi Li Biejia, who had a very different personality, was a little nervous. This time he chose Beiliang Dayue on the gourd mouth. Luan and Yuan Zuozong, the commander of the cavalry army, had already arrived outside the pass early. The upstart Gu Dazu from Northern Liang, the general of Liangzhou who was not in the ranks of the frontier army, and the two lieutenants also rushed north on the third and fourth day of the first lunar month. Even if Li Gongde is no exception, it can be said that almost all the important figures in Beiliang have arrived at Hulukou around the Lantern Festival. Zhou Ziru can't guess who can make Shi and Li treat him so cautiously. It is half a rank higher than theirs, but it should not have this majesty. Daomaguan Shi Qiangao and Li Guiweng were naturally waiting for His Royal Highness.
In fact, Xu Fengnian could have entered Daomaguan earlier, but he was stopped by a wandering Taoist, and he was so shameless that he wanted to test his characters, fortune tellers, and palm reading. Xu Fengnian looked at Xu Yanbing calmly, but the latter did not give an answer immediately for the first time. Xu Fengnian was a bit playful, and Xu Yanbing could not tell the depth, either this sloppy Taoist really has no internal strength, or he is an expert in the astronomical realm who is good at disguising, or he is just a land god. What a big win! Xu Fengnian smiled and came to sit in front of the roadside stall with the old Taoist with mischievous eyebrows, straight to the point and joked: "Old man, with your face, it is very difficult for people to believe that you are a master of Taoism. "
The old Taoist sighed and said, "It's the same as the name. It was given by parents. What can I do? The poor Taoist is really hungry and cold, so he has no choice but to set up a stall to do this dangerous business of telling people's fortunes. The secret must not be leaked, no! If you earn money, you have to starve to death, and Pindao is risking his life for his life, no matter what, it’s a hard life.”
Xu Fengnian was about to speak, but the Taoist seemed to be able to pierce people's hearts, and he already said with emotion: "One thing in the sky can only be rotated endlessly. This one, in the eyes of Pindao, is himself, so don't ask me why Pindao can tell fortunes, but it doesn't count. Count your own fate."
Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "Old Master, apart from other things, his skills in observing words and expressions are quite good."
The old Taoist who called himself Sifang glared and said: "Where is the observation of words and expressions, it is clearly the master's mind. The right time, the right place, and the harmony of the people, the heaven and the earth are the people's hearts. The poor way is different from those gods who came from the Taoist ancestral home. They are not heaven and earth." It’s just people’s hearts.”
Xu Fengnian was surprised, and said with a smile: "Then I have to take this opportunity to ask the old master. The Buddha cannot be said, and the Tao cannot be taught. How can ordinary people become Buddhas and Taos?"
The old Taoist and Xu Fengnian sat opposite each other across the booth, Nian Xu smiled and said: "The poor Taoist doesn't talk about the truth of the words and the mist, but just talk about the truth that he has realized from the road he has traveled, how about it? This young master, Do small things without sticking to small details, and be more generous when it comes to big things, so you can calm down and listen to Pindao's narration."
Xu Fengnian nodded and said, "Okay."
Turning to Xu Yanbing, he said, "Go and buy a drawer of steamed stuffed buns."
The old man nodded in relief, and he didn't know whether he was pleased with the steamed stuffed bun that could fill his stomach, or he was relieved that the son in front of him had finally entered the urn. When Xu Yanbing turned around silently, the old Taoist straightened his clothes, and said slowly: "Cultivating the Tao is like climbing a mountain. Half a hundred miles away, the more difficult it becomes. The Longhu Mountain only wants to climb to the top, as if every Jiazi It is not right or wrong to lose the face of the ancestors without a real person ascending to the top, but Wudang Mountain does not practice such a way. I do not know when the world practiced Taoism only focusing on the word "longevity". Officials are looking forward to what is the difference between the word "Yipin"? We practice Taoism like reading books, like a young man who reads those novels about gifted scholars and beautiful ladies. Love each other, red makeup to white hair, unlucky people hate each other, and talk about it more bluntly, that is, from under the bed to the bed. If you talk about it in a big way, people's life is even more miserable, and it is nothing more than life and death. Two words, thinking about it this way, it’s too boring. What do you think, my lord?”
Xu Fengnian nodded with a smile, "I deeply agree."
The old Taoist continued: "From the point of view of the poor, this person, reincarnated in the world and walked once, the essence is to walk, walk through mountains and rivers, walk through rivers and lakes, walk through east, west, north and south, it doesn't matter where you go Meeting interesting people and boring things on the road, whether it’s hard work or good fortune, it’s just a hundred years of life. When you encounter a beautiful scenery, you can stop and take a look. When you have strength, go on. If you don't want to move your feet, then don't move, Gentle Township Hero Tomb? Hey, those are the people who can't eat grapes and are crying. How about you only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals? Poor Taoist travels all over the world in this life, It has been many years, and those who seek immortals envy the one day in the mountain that has been in the world for thousands of years, but the poor like to walk down-to-earth in the rolling world of mortals, and they are not afraid of dying suddenly on the road one day. If they are afraid of death for longevity, How to get real longevity? In this lifetime, I have visited more than 600 Taoist temples, large and small, and there are no less than 300 people who went to temples to ask monks for advice on the principles of Buddhism."
Seeing that Xu Fengnian was silent, the old Taoist coughed and reminded in a low-key cheeky voice: "Young master should agree with me at this moment, it is reasonable."
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "I'm busy calculating how old the old man is now, so that he can finish the six hundred Taoist temples and three hundred temples."
The old Taoist shook his head and sighed: "The poor Taoist has long forgotten, I only remember that he married three women."
Xu Fengnian couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth. Xu Yanbing brought back a drawer of buns and put them on the stall. The old Taoist picked up a steaming bun, blew a few breaths, swallowed it whole, his face was full of intoxication, and he wiped the grease on the corners of his mouth with his sleeves , smiled and said: "Frozen muscles and bones in spring and frozen meat in autumn, even if the youth is full of energy and blood and is not afraid of the cold spring, the days are particularly difficult."
Xu Fengnian asked with a smile: "The real old man can figure out who I'm going to see?"
The old Taoist was about to grab the second meat bun, and said casually, "The gray old woman."
Xu Yanbing's breath froze.
The old Taoist was still indifferent, and said with a soft smile: "Walking in the rivers and lakes, you can't overwhelm yourself with many skills, so the poor Taoist knows a little bit about everything. Knowing this is because of his age, so he is not very capable."
Xu Fengnian calmly said: "I know who the old man is. It's just that the real man doesn't show his face, and the old man seems to be against the rules. Why, you want to avenge your Northern Mang Empress, and use my head to pay off the debts Xu Huainan and No. Five raccoon heads?"
The old Taoist smiled and said, "Do you really know who the poor Taoist is?"
Xu Fengnian frowned and said, "I'm really confused. I heard that Li Beangxin of the Two Zen Temple is in the Taoist sect, and he has dragged down the Fushan mountain and crushed the real Qilin with the sword to death."
The old Taoist laughed, lightly flicked his fingers on his left shoulder, and with his right hand "floated" a charming young Taoist, about 27 or 28 years old, with a long sword on his back, and bowed to Xu Fengnian.
The old Taoist changed hands and flicked his fingers, and another elderly Taoist "floated" from the left, with a fairy-like bone, holding a dust whisk in his hand, and smiling with his beard.
This real Qilin was clearly killed by the Yellow River after crossing the river by Tuoba Bodhisattva.
The old man who had been sitting on the stool clapped his hands, and a childish Taoist priest "run out" in front of him, it was the child who appeared next to Xu Huainan, the King of the North Court. The old Taoist held the bun in one hand, and stroked Xiao Daotong's head with the other, "Xu Fengnian, this is the second time we have met."
The scene here is eerie, but passers-by on the street are unaware of it.
The old Taoist swallowed the steamed stuffed bun, clapped his palms and said with a smile: "The three Beimang national masters were beheaded by Li Beangxin, Tuoba Bodhisattva and a section of willow respectively. They just died but not dead. Worm, the sage didn't speak clearly, the world is full of things, like falling clouds, not knowing why, poor way wandering around, thinking that it is the desire of reason and reason in the past life, present life and future life. These three Daoist kylin masters are me and not me, and I am them. It is true. They are very busy, and the poor are very busy. They are so busy that they travel to Beimang Liyang Sanjiazi. They are so busy that they see three married women slowly from young age to old woman. .”
Xu Fengnian didn't seem to know what to say, so he had to reach out to grab a steamed stuffed bun to "suppress the shock". He never wanted to be slapped off by the childish national teacher who was playing around his knees, and a burning pain came from the back of his hand. The diffuse Xu Yanbing still didn't make a move.
The old Taoist knocked on the head of the little qilin real person, bent down and picked up the bun and handed it to His Royal Highness, "Reading to see the competition, how much you get from the book, how much you lose from the competition. Asking about Qingshan, there is nothing outside the Tao, but there is something about Qingshan. The poor Daoist named Sifang Taoist, whose real name is Yuan Qingshan, has practiced Daoism for three years, and is about to ascend to ascension, we meet today, and we do have something to ask for."
Xu Fengnian stretched out his left hand to take the steamed stuffed bun, without trembling at all.
Yuan Qingshan said sternly: "Pin Dao is an unnamed disciple of the Daodezong, asking His Royal Highness for a copper coin back."
Xu Fengnian held the bun and remained motionless.
The old Taoist smiled and said: "Your Highness has tasted the steamed stuffed bun, so it's not too late to reply."
After hesitating for a moment, Xu Fengnian also imitated the old Taoist and swallowed the bun in one gulp, and slapped the copper coin on the stall.
The old Taoist twisted up the copper coin, flicked his fingers, and the copper coin flew thousands of miles away. Standing up, the three Qilin national teachers "melted" into the body of the Taoist surnamed Yuan one after another, and left four golden and jade words of advice before the sloppy old Taoist left.
"His Royal Highness goes to Wudang Mountain more often, which is beneficial and harmless."
"Xu Longxiang is destined to die. Before Pindao soars, there will be a glimmer of life left for him, but it's only a glimmer of hope."
"Zhenwu was born in heaven, why did he come to the world with troubles? You will die if you underestimate Wang Xianzhi, who will be ranked among the immortals in the future and will not lose to Zhenwu."
"After Li Yuax exhausted his own merits and blessings to help others ascend, he cut off all the clouds and fished for immortals, so no one in the world can ascend. Human beings do human things, it's wonderful. Poor Dao Yuan Qingshan is not as numerous as Wudang Li Yuaxe!"