Jiang Shangzhen raised his head and looked at the night. After the drizzle stopped, the clouds opened and the moon gradually came. Thank you for the moon's pity on me. I can't bear to be round tonight.

Meeting, missing, and missing are all good luck, just on the mountain, not down the mountain.

The man with white temples held an umbrella and looked at the dark night, with gentle eyes, and murmured: "Life is not hard enough. I already have a lover, and I still want to live forever."

The girl felt that the man's words were much better than the previous limerick. She timidly looked at the boy in white and shouted softly: "Brother."

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Don't worry, he is a famous lover."

It seems that in Luzhou in the north, there are many mountain fairies and river and lake heroines who have never given up their bodies by mistake, but have long since given up their sincerity by mistake.

The ferry docked. From a distant place the size of a mustard seed, it became

The girl Peanut was shocked to see the huge thing in front of her. It turned out that this was the Xian family ferry.

She looked back at the Qingwu Peak of Zhengyang Mountain. The girl remembered that her brother had traveled through mountains and rivers to treat her illness, endured all the hardships, exhausted all his money, and still could not go up the mountain. She couldn't help but feel angry. What kind of Zhengyang Mountain was the leader of the Yizhou Immortal Family?

, what an invincible mountain-moving ancestor who conquered a continent.

Cui Dongshan waved his hand, "Go home!"

Near the Confucian Temple, at Mao hour on this day, a middle-aged Taoist priest and a child who had left home stayed here last night. He called the child from the tent, and then sat together by the water, one big and one small. The child was fascinated.

Dazed and dozing, the Taoist priest did not rush to let the child learn to do his homework. In fact, the child just sat aside and practiced.

This Taoist priest from Jingwei Temple folded his hands on his abdomen and asked with a chuckle: "Jing Xiao, have you ever heard of a saying, don't drink Maoshi wine or you will be drunk to the point of drunkenness?"

Among the Taoist secret books of Bai Yujing in the Qingming world, there is a "big book of high truth" called "Jingxiao Great Leilang Book".

The child named Wu Jingxiao reached out and patted his mouth, "I've never heard of it. I don't even know when Mao Shi and You Shi are."

This makes many Taoist manuscripts useless.

His name is Zhao Wenmin, and his Taoist name is Songxue Taoist. He is a Heavenly Lord of the Middle Earth Taoist Sect, Zhao Wenmin's master, and one of the six direct descendants of Fu Lu Yuxuan.

Before Zhao Wenmin went to the mountain, he had been a Confucian scholar for generations. He was a young prodigy. He was successful in the imperial examination and served as the editor of the Hanlin Academy before he was even young. Later, he met a lame old Taoist in the market who called himself a Taoist. Later,

After encountering several opportunities with the Immortal Family, he finally entered the Jingwei Temple and practiced Taoism. Over the years, three hundred years ago, the master resigned from his secular duties and devoted himself to practice. He succeeded him as the temple master and took charge of the overall situation.

Later, Zhao Wenmin mistakenly thought that his master was in seclusion in the back mountain. He didn't know that his master had died in the battle on Nan Posuo Island until a news came back to the Taoist temple.

Jingwei Temple is a first-class sect in the Middle-earth Divine Continent. Although it is not the top, it is not comparable to other sects.

Zhao Wenmin breathed in slowly. If there were any Qi practitioners in the upper five realms nearby, they would find that Songxue Taoist was refining water at a rapid pace every time he breathed and inhaled. However, every time a trace of water condensed,

The water transport will be returned to the river one by one. It seems that the Taoist priest's practice is just the refining process, not the result.

Zhao Wenmin said: "Jingxiao, we Taoist cultivators usually do morning lessons at Mao hour, because at this time Yang Qi is rising, Yin Qi has not moved, food has not been eaten, and Qi and blood have not been disordered."

It doesn’t matter whether you can talk about it like a chicken or a duck. There are some truths. Maybe if the elders talk too much, the children will be influenced by them and silently keep them in their hearts, just waiting for one day to understand.

The child was very sleepy and said, "As for homework, I don't know about it. I just memorize books in school. If you can't memorize them well, you will be punished by the master. If you become a Taoist priest, you still have homework."

Zhao Wenmin nodded with a smile and said: "Those who do their homework should learn their own merits, understand their true nature, and cultivate their own Tao. Of course it is important. You can't be lazy. Cultivating your mind and tempering your nature is the way for all of us in the Taoist sect to practice and seek truth."

The gateway is located. But you don’t have to worry, it’s not too late to go up the mountain to practice.”

The child became sleepier after listening.

Zhao Wenmin smiled and said: "But it's not my turn to play the game. You are now my little master...brother."

He didn't tell the truth, but actually according to the genealogical hierarchy, he was his junior uncle. The Taoist master of Jingwei Temple was afraid of scaring the children.

Despite the fact that this kid has a constant runny nose, he is actually quite active.

The child wiped his nose with the back of his hand, "What? You are quite old. You must be at least forty or fifty years old, right? You are my senior brother? Come on, it seems that there are not many experts in our sect."

Zhao Wenmin smiled and said nothing. The monk did not mention his name, and the Tao did not mention his longevity.

The child's parents, with the secret instructions from the county government official, did not tell the child too much about the Jingwei Temple and the Immortal Mansion.

The child smiled broadly and started to feel happy, "That's good. Since the sect is small and there aren't many people, the study rules won't be so strict. I can stay in bed from now on."

"Senior brother is right about schoolwork and everything. Don't be in a hurry. You won't be in a hurry when you get to the mountain."

"Senior brother, tell the truth, how much money did you secretly give to my parents? It must be a lot to be so happy after selling your son. When I first went out, it made me very sad."

The Taoist priest laughed dumbly and could only comfort him: "Your parents have given you some money, but not much. The reason why they are happy is that they trust your senior brother's sect and will not worry too much about your practice in the mountain.

"

The child yelled, "Senior brother, can our sect take a wife?"

"OK."

"Then after I have been up there for a few years, I will go down and marry that stupid girl from my neighbor. She is very stupid at studying and her handwriting is crooked. She always climbs out of the grid, which makes my husband sigh when he looks at her."

If she doesn't look as good-looking as when she was a child, then let's talk about it.

The child's little calculation was crackling.

He cheered up and asked softly: "Why do you want to be a senior brother? Why don't you become my master?"

It's still a small calculation. The guy next to me seems to have a good temper. When he is a senior brother, he doesn't care about things. If he does something wrong in the future, he will be scolded and beaten. He can't protect himself. But if he becomes his own master, haha.

Right, senior brother, I think you are a good person, with a good temper, nice words, and very nice. My master, you will be the one from now on. Let’s make an oath on whether we can hook up..."

Zhao Wenmin had a headache. The way the Patriarch picked his disciples was as cunning as ever.

In fact, when he was able to go up the mountain to practice, it was because his ancestor helped his direct disciples to collect and pass on the teachings.

Does this count as repaying the debt this time?

An old Taoist in purple clothes with a wine pot hanging from his waist suddenly appeared at the side. Zhao Wenmin was about to stand up and beat the judge. The old Taoist waved his hands and asked in vain if he was annoying.

Yu Xuan and the Confucian Temple found an excuse to go out and relax.

This discussion took too long and was really tedious.

Now that I have finally acquired a new direct descendant, I always come over to take a closer look.

Yu Xuan thought for a while, coughed, rarely kept a straight face, and acted like an old god on the mountain.

Zhao Wenmin reminded in a low voice: "Your master is here."

The child raised his head and saw that old face that was extremely awkward to talk to. How was it any different from the teacher at school who could hit himself with a charcoal pencil with his eyes closed?

The child wrinkled his face and wanted to cry. This time he was not acting, but he was really scared. The child's idea was very simple. The school was so close to home. How could he run when he reached the mountain? He had to eat a lot to be able to run in one breath.

Are you still hungry when you get home?

Yu Xuan hurriedly knelt down and glared fiercely at the boy who couldn't do such a small thing as a junior master. Then he comforted the child and said, "Jing Xiao, I am the master."

The child was stunned, why did he seem to be the old liar who couldn't even afford candied haws?

He hesitated and took out a handful of copper coins, which was almost all his belongings. He only left the money for buying candied haws on a stick, and handed the rest to the senior brother, "That's it. Give it to him. I'll go home and take more."

I'll give you some money. Just wait for me here. I know the way, so there's no need to give it away..."

He slapped the copper coin on the Taoist priest's hand and the child ran away.

The Taoist priest was stunned and looked at the old patriarch carefully.

Yu Xuan smiled and shook his head, indicating that there was no need to stop him and he would just wait here.

The child walked backwards, turned around, walked slowly, looked back several times, and then ran away.

After running far away, the child stopped, panted, and turned to look at the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The child scratched his head, as if he felt a little sorry, and hesitated to speak. Finally, he was too timid and turned around and ran away.

Two Taoist priests of different seniority stood side by side by the water.

Zhao Wenmin asked in a low voice: "Grandmaster, why don't I hide my body and protect my junior uncle when he goes home?"

Yu Xuan said angrily: "Who is his master? Is it your turn? A person who practices Taoism must have character and character. You can't do anything to flatter others!"

Finally, he had the opportunity to have a proper Taoist meeting with the Patriarch. After Zhao Wenmin stood up, he said: "I almost forgot the Patriarch's teachings. A person's virtue is the talisman, courage and sincerity in the heart, which is the root of Taoism." "

Yu Xuan narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "Wen Min, you helped me accept a disciple this time. I need to remember you for your merit. Go back to your uncle who is in charge of the money at Jingwei to receive the reward. I started with a semi-immortal weapon, and my rank is not high. , the quality is so different, it’s nothing to say. Just tell him, this is not what I meant, he can figure it out by himself. As for who your uncle should talk to, anyway, I am about to go to the outer galaxy, and I have nothing to do with you. The chirping is crooked."

Zhao Wenmin made an inspection.

His Jingwei Guan is the most shabby among the founder's sects when it comes to money and wealth. Therefore, there is a saying that "the Jingwei Guan is the best at complaining about poverty".

According to the Patriarch, is it because he wants his uncle to go to Zushan and use his special skills in Jingwei Temple? Then this is acting according to the will of the Patriarch. His uncle's voice in the Patriarch Hall will not be reduced.

Yu Xuan asked: "Wen Min, although our world is now at peace and prosperity, are you willing to go down the mountain and travel far away to kill thieves?"

Zhao Wenmin smiled and said: "Master, originally the disciple thought of returning to Jingwei Temple and writing a letter to Zushan. No matter whether the other party nodded or not, the disciple would go to the wild world. The few masters and uncles in Zushan would never So that I can be captured back to Jingwei Temple. As for the post of temple master, I have a suitable candidate in my mind, and the inheritance will not be delayed. Since I told the master today about this matter, I can go back to Jingwei Temple this time, so I can skip sending letters. ."

Yu Xuan nodded, "Blessings are immeasurable."

The old Taoist glanced at Zhao Wenmin, who was standing still, and said: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you go and protect the way for your little uncle? Jing Xiao has such a small child, you, the nephew of the apprentice, can you rest assured, ah?" !”

Zhao Wenmin smiled and said goodbye.

Yu Xuan raised his head and looked at the sky.

Taking off the scarlet gourd from his waist, the old Taoist priest took a sip of wine.

Forgetting things and myself, refining the stars and rivers, and entering the Taoist countryside.

Yu Xuan looked away, damn it, those old thrones in the wild world like to fight, right? They all stretched their necks and waited, sooner or later a galaxy would hit their heads.
To be continued...