The wind blows through the world, and the willows sway to both sides with ripples like waves. In June and July, the world is the busiest time. The city of Central Province Prefecture City is still towering, especially the main city tower, which stands here like a silent beast. Facing the world, warriors wearing strong armor and tenacity are arrayed here.
The cornices at the highest point are raised, and there are statues on both sides, which are Chao Feng and Jiao Tu.
These two statues, who had a friendship with Qi WuHuo two years ago, are still chatting in the world, talking about the rising and setting of the sun, the blooming of flowers in spring, the white snow in winter, and the golden color everywhere in autumn. They occasionally quarrel and occasionally get angry. It has been many years, but they don't feel tired at all.
It was sunset today, and the sky was flowing with gold. Chao Feng seemed a little bored. He yawned and said to the world, "Ah, I didn't see that young Daoist today."
Jiao Tu retorted almost instinctively, "Young Daoist?"
"There are too many young Daoists in this world!"
"There is a young Daoist on this mountain, and there is a young Daoist on that mountain. The young Daoist on this mountain became old Daoist after decades. After Master old Daoist goes down the mountain, he will pull another young Daoist up the mountain, and then after a few decades, young Daoist becomes Master old Daoist again."
"This new old Daoist will still bring a young Daoist up the mountain. The young Daoist you mentioned didn't come, which young Daoist is it?"
These tongue-twisting words seemed to make Chao Feng faint. He felt like stars were popping up in front of his eyes, spinning around his head. The one here is called young Daoist, and the one over there is called old Daoist. Chao Feng himself hesitated, and subconsciously stammered:
"Ah? Of course, um, Mr. old Daoist's family is young Daoist. No, young Daoist will become Mr. old Daoist?"
Jiao Tu suppressed a smile and said:
"Yes, yes, young Daoist is Mr. old Daoist. Mr. old Daoist will pull out a young Daoist, so that means young Daoist is Mr. old Daoist, old Daoist is young Daoist. What you want to ask me is, is it Mr. young Daoist or Mr. old Daoist? Is it Mr. old Daoist in the future or Mr. young Daoist in the past?"
Chao Feng was completely confused:
"Ah? Ah? Is it Master old Daoist, or is it young Daoist? Master old Daoist is young Daoist?"
"What I'm looking for is both Sir old Daoist and young Daoist?!"
When he was at a loss, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Jiao Tu over there, grinning widely. He immediately paused, and then a wave of fire Qi suddenly rose up, and he said angrily, "Okay, okay, are you kidding me?!"
"Jiao Tu You are here to make trouble with me, right?"
Jiao Tu was unreasonable but very angry, saying, "What are you looking for? Don't slander me. Have you forgotten about the young Daoist from before? It's the one who came two years ago!"
After a while, he remembered the little Daoist priest who would often climb up and sit on the tower of Zhongzhou City with raised eaves, watching the sunset and talking to them. That little Daoist priest waved his hand and left after the Zhongzhou disaster two years ago. Two years have passed since then, and I don't know how the little Daoist priest is doing now.
Jiao Tu was deliberately looking for trouble, but after mentioning young Daoist who would come to chat with them, and thinking about those days, he felt sad when he turned to it and sighed.
The two spiritual statues sighed together.
Chao Feng sighed, "I wonder if he is okay? Has he become a great True Person?"
Jiao Tu sighed, "Yes, I wonder if he is okay? Has he become a great True Person?"
It was quiet for a while.
The two Dragon Prince statues looked at each other and said angrily:
"Huh? Are you imitating me again?!"
"Shit, you are obviously imitating me!"
Jiao Tu and Jiao Tu were both furious and started arguing again, just like they did every day and every year in the past.
And the wind blows across the world, blowing over this Central Province Prefecture City, the rebuilt Fucheng can no longer see the traces left by the disaster two years ago, people are still living lively, the river that runs through the entire Fucheng is unhurried, flowing through every Market Ward in the world, and also flows through that mountain.
From the hillside, you can see the prosperity of the entire Central Province Prefecture City.
There is a Daoist temple on the mountain.
There is a old Daoist scholar in the Daoist temple, and there is also a young Daoist.
Young Daoist said seriously to old Daoist Shidao in front of him:
"Teacher."
"I want to go down the mountain."
Master old Daoist, who was chatting, couldn't catch his breath and almost choked to death at the words of his apprentice.
I almost choked on the noodles and came out of my nose. I coughed violently for a while, and then I finally regained my breath. I shook my hands and threw the taboo garlic head away from the Three Pure Dao Ancestors statue. Then I said, "You said--"
"What?!!"
Young Daoist has no father or mother. He was rescued by old Daoist when he traveled down the mountain. Whether his parents have passed away or were abandoned, this always means that his relationship with his parents has ended.
The Daoist sect is also a monastic cultivator like the Buddhist sect, but the Daoist sect specializes in looking for people with weak kinship in the sect. Even though old Daoist Shidang brought this little guy back, he liked his disciple very much. He almost felt that this was a gift from heaven, and even the Daoist title he took was mixed with some selfish motives.
Daoist disciples cultivate their mind and are named Mingxin, which shows their love and respect.
Old Daoist Never expected that his disciple finally made himself a bowl of noodles, and the next thing he said was that this kid was going to run away.
Old Daoist put the noodles next to him, put the chopsticks up, and placed the two chopsticks head to tail, not missing even the slightest bit. Then he looked at young Daoist in front of him. The little guy was very well-behaved, sitting there with a low eyebrow, but the scholar old Daoist who raised him knew that this kid had made up his mind, and even nine cows couldn't pull him back.
Old Daoist is not like a Primordial Prenatal Qi Daoist priest now, but more like an ordinary old man. When he heard that his child was going to travel far away, he felt worried and afraid of any danger. He almost instinctively wanted to keep the child by his side, and subconsciously objected:
"So, has something happened to you? Why do you want to go down the mountain?"
"How old are you?"
He looked at the disciples who had grown rapidly in the past two years, paused, looked away without changing his expression, and said earnestly, "Think about you Qi WuHuo Martial Uncle. At your age, you are practicing in the mountains and have never gone out."
"Didn't you always say that you want to learn your Uncle-Master Qi?"
"How come it's only been so many years and you've changed?"
In the past two years, old Daoist has always used Qi WuHuo, a child from another family, to teach Mingxin.
Tried and true.
No matter how the calf nose in front of him got a stubborn temper, if he used this trick, he would definitely have no problem and he would be obedient.
But this time it seems to be of no use.
Young Daoist Mingxin said, "I am fifteen years old."
After a pause, he added, "Uncle-Master Qi came to our Zhongzhou, and when our Refining Yang Temple settled down, he was my age."
So Master old Daoist was choked.
He paused for a moment, then slapped it on the table, making a clattering sound.
Old Daoist Masters all know deep down in their hearts that their disciples should go down the mountain and travel around the world, so that they can grow. How can Daoist disciples attain the Tao if they don't go to the natural world and indulge in peace of mind?
At that moment, my heart softened, and I had the idea of letting young Daoist go down the mountain, but I still said stubbornly:
"So what if I get older?"
"Can you compare with you Uncle-Master Qi? There are too many people in this world who are just old and have nothing else. Some of them know how to work hard when they are fifteen or sixteen years old, and some of them are still thinking about getting money from their parents for gambling and entertainment when they are fifteen or sixteen years old."
"When he came to us, he was already [Complete Three Talents]. His energy flowed and changed, and he broke through directly after a month and became [Primordial Prenatal Qi]'s True Person. The fifteen-year-old True Person, how can you compare with him?"
Master old Daoist gradually became more confident when he spoke, but the next moment, his voice stopped abruptly.
Young Daoist Mingxin stretched out her hand, and a stream of air flowed over her body.
Although it is still very light, it is extremely real. It is not the [Qi] of Primordial Prenatal Qi that has been consistent with its own will, but it is also lively, harmonious, and full of vitality, just like the morning light shining in the morning mist in the bamboo forest, making Human Heart relaxed and happy.
Young Daoist imitated the tone of a certain Martial Uncle, lowered his eyes, and said calmly:
"Complete Three Talents."
"I've got it..."
Complete Three Talents...
Fifteen-year-old Complete Three Talents?
Master old Daoist couldn't help but be stunned. He saw the faint morning light falling on this young Daoist. He was light Blue Daoist Robe, his hair was tied with a wooden hairpin, his eyebrows were clear, and he was even more excited. He was like the newborn sun, full of infinite possibilities, and his expression was peaceful and light. It was the state of Daoist Chongxu.
Old Daoist couldn't help but be in a trance.
What was I doing when I was fifteen years old?
I was lazy in morning classes every day, wanted to sleep a little longer, and quarreled with my brothers and sisters.
I'm looking forward to the half-monthly gathering at the foot of the mountain, calling on my friends and companions to go down the mountain together.
Spend some copper coins, buy some story books, buy some dried fruits, then find a herbal tea shop, eat a big bowl of herbal tea and sesame cakes for three pennies, read the story books for the day, go up the mountain at sunset, deliberately take a long way, and pass by the cowherd girl with two thick black braids and an oval face.
Deliberately stepping loudly and singing the tune of Daomen's "Picking Lotus Seeds", if the girl glanced at her and smiled, she felt that her steps were much lighter, as if she was about to reach the sky, and even the mountain road no longer felt painful or tiring.
And now, young Daoist, who is only fifteen years old, has already reached such a state.
Is it because he is extremely talented, as clear and as clear as Daoist title; or is it because when he was young and shaping his mind and laying the foundation, he spent several months with the Daoist named Qi WuHuo, and was influenced by him in a subtle way?
In any case, Complete Three Talents, who is fifteen years old, has a high probability of becoming a Daoist priest between the ages of twenty and thirty. It is very possible that he can become True Person within a year.
True Person ah...
That is a person who is absolutely amazing and talented in the world of Daoism. He can live freely in the world for three to five hundred years. If he gets the chance, he can either receive a talisman or overcome a tribulation by himself. He can even ascend to immortality and go to the nine heavens to enjoy purity and freedom.
Are we going to have True Person in our lineage?!
Patriarchs of all generations, our lineage is about to make a difference, it is about to make a difference!
Old Daoist couldn't help but think about it, but he was also faintly shocked by this young Daoist. He only felt that his disciple also had a third degree of ethereal energy. At this moment, he Seeing the little guy trying to lift his chin, his eyes were slightly narrowed, as if the wind was light and the clouds were calm, but he couldn't help but glance here, as if he was trying to imitate young Daoist two years ago, and he had a ethereal and cold demeanor.
Old Daoist was furious and gritted his teeth and said:
"Ha?! You have a calf nose, why don't you come here to install it?"
"You are really an old rooster with feathers. You came to my place to pretend to be Phoenix! I, my teacher, will teach you what it means to respect teachers, and why flowers are so red!"
Old Daoist grabbed the little guy and put him on his knees.
He picked up a bamboo board and gave Bamboo Slips fried shredded pork to young Daoist who had put it on his head. Just now, young Daoist, who had been pretending to be calm and calm, started crying and howling. There was a lot of chickens and dogs in the Daoist temple. The big rooster he raised two years ago flew to the corner. He glanced at the Daoist temple with disdain on his face.
Then he paced up and down, coughed, and started crowing.
It was night, the moonlight was clear, and the sky was full of stars. Old Daoist sat on the roof of Refining Yang Temple, looking at the world. The moonlight was clear, there were faint clouds and mist, and the stars were scattered everywhere. Fang, old Daoist rarely brought a pot of wine to drink, young Daoist also quietly turned it up, and made very little noise, but old Daoist still discovered it.
Old Daoist glanced at him and said angrily, "You are so familiar with the moves, you must have climbed over the wall a lot!"
"You little bastard, you won't be able to fix your roof for three days."
"Come here!"
Although he said it rudely, young Daoist knew clearly that Teacher had not risen, so he scratched his head, climbed onto the eaves, flew up, and landed lightly next to old Daoist. Master old Daoist took a sip of wine and was depressed for a while, then said, "Why do you want to go out?"
Young Daoist Mingxin pretended to be stupid and said, "I want to go out, I just want to go out."
"What's the reason?"
Old Daoist looked at him and said, "Tell the truth."
Mingxin then scratched her head and said, "More than half a year ago, just after the Chinese New Year, wasn't there a large piece of purple qi flying over from the sky? Do you still remember Teacher?"
Old Daoist remembered that he had just bought new year's goods at that time. Seeing purple qi stretching for thirty thousand miles and majestic, old Daoist said, "Of course I remember, your master and I are not old enough to even remember what happened half a year ago, but so what?"
Mingxin said softly, "After that day, I had a dream. In the dream, I saw purple qi floating in the sky, covering the sky and the earth. I stretched out my hand in a daze, trying to catch this purple qi, and then my body suddenly floated up. The sky was so close to me, and the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas on the ground were so small."
"I dreamed that I was flying on top of purple qi for a long, long time."
"Then I opened my eyes and saw the sunrise, with a constant streak of purple qi."
Young Daoist Mingxin sat cross-legged on the eaves of the Daoist temple and said with a slight smile, "At that time, I suddenly felt that I wanted to go down the mountain to see. My path is not on the mountain."
Old Daoist remained silent for a long time, just drinking sip after sip without looking back at young Daoist. Young Daoist didn't ask any questions either. Old Daoist reached out and patted his hair, rubbed it and said, "Then go down the mountain and see what's going on outside."
"But remember, you are outside and have no connections or background. You must be careful. When something happens, don't rush into it as soon as your head gets hot. Things outside are not as good as inside the city. You can make concessions and make peace. Don't involve yourself. Take care of yourself, you know..."
Old Daoist suddenly became chatty. He held young Daoist with his wrinkled palms and talked for a long time. He drank and ordered, and told everything again. Young Daoist did not feel impatient. He just smiled gently and waited for Teacher to say these words, and listened carefully.
Finally, Mr. old Daoist finished drinking and finished speaking. He fell drunk in a daze and fell to one side. Young Daoist clearly carried Mr. old Daoist on his back. Walking down, it was just like when old Daoist carried him up the mountain more than ten years ago. The old man's arms were folded together in front of him, and he was breathing heavily drunkenly, accompanied by the moonlight, the chirping of insects, and the sound of the clock.
Mr. old Daoist whispered in his drunken dream.
"I want to come back more often..."
Young Daoist Mingxin paused. "Yeah."
He sent the old man back to his residence, and then sat cross-legged in the Daoist temple where he had grown up and studied since he was a child. On the second day, the old rooster crowed for three times, and old Daoist woke up in a daze. Suddenly, he was startled, suddenly raised his head, and without caring about anything else, he put on his Daoist robe and strode out.
I opened the door with a bang. It was still a little cold at this time. The small Refining Yang Temple swept clean and the old rooster was pacing in the yard.
The wind is gentle and the sun is bright, and the morning light is warm.
Old Daoist was stunned and lost his mind, and then became depressed. "Are you still going down the mountain?"
At this moment, a curious voice suddenly came. "Teacher? What's wrong with you?"
"If you break out at this time, aren't you afraid of being drunk and getting paralyzed and having a stroke?"
Master old Daoist turned around and saw Mingxin wearing a Daoist robe, carrying a bamboo basket on her back, and carrying a bamboo pole. It was obvious that she was already thinking about parting.
Old Daoist sighed, after all, he saw the disciple for the last time before he went down the mountain. The old man suppressed the memory of farewell in his heart, with a smile on his face, reached out and touched his hair, took out a kit from his waist and handed it over, and said softly:
"Go, go."
Young Daoist Mingxin took the tip, had breakfast with Teacher, washed the dishes, and played with the big Three Yellow Chicken for a while. The latter pecked the hairpin impatiently, then he stood up with a giggle, patted the Daoist robe, turned around and walked down the mountain step by step.
He walked through the familiar streets, walked across the long river, walked past the big tree next to Nine-Eyed Bridge, and saw the chessboard under the tree.
I saw a one-armed man selling sesame cakes on one side, talking to his wife and daughter with a smile on his face.
He spread his arms and walked through the mortal world step by step. When he walked out of the city gate, he heard the two statues with raised eaves on the city gate shouting at him, "Young Daoist, young Daoist, are you going to the human world too?"
"Young Daoist, young Daoist, do you also want to be True Person?"
Young Daoist Ming thought for a while, didn't know, waved his hand with a bright smile:
"I'll go take a look. I don't know if I want to be True Person, so I want to take a look."
"Go to Capital City first!"
People couldn't hear the words of the two statues, and they all looked at the little boy curiously.
Young Daoist turned around and took out the kit. This kit was a bit old. It was given to him by Teacher when he was just taken up the mountain. It had not been opened for more than ten years. There were words of blessing written inside, as well as Daoist scriptures [Daoist name].
Daoism is divided into Daoist name and Daoist title. Daoist title is external and Daoist name is very solemn.
The paper inside is a little yellowed.
The word "clear heart" is actually a bit biased by Master old Daoist.
Young Daoist Mingxin saw the two prayers inside and whispered:
"Seek one thing with a clear heart."
"Rejoice in the Word."
With a youthful smile on his face, he put away the kit and put it close to his heart, and then walked on Yangguan Avenue. He was at the youngest age, and there was no haze in his heart. He opened all Mortal World in front of his eyes, walked briskly, and sang:
"Bai Yun Huang He Daoist family, a piano, a sword and a cup of tea."
"The feather coat is always smoky, but it does not stain the peach and plum blossoms in the world."
"Everyone in the world laughs and laughs. Why do you travel around the world?"
"In the end, you will endure all the suffering and correct the path, and you will not be stained by the peach and plum blossoms in the world."
The laughter was light and happy, with the tenderness of a young man. People looked at this little Daoist with curiosity and couldn't help but laugh. The two statues on the city muttered something. Refining Yang Temple Down the mountain, old Daoist looked at the little figure from a distance as it drifted away, with sadness and joy in their eyes.
The world of mortals remains the same as before, and that little figure eventually drifts away and becomes invisible.
Behind the scenes, thousands of lights and smoke remain as before.
Mingxin, born Refining Yang Temple, became Complete Three Talents at the age of fifteen, and dreamed of purple qi to travel around the world.
Later, Louguan Dao[ancestor].
Historical name--
Joyful True Person.