Thousands of years ago, it was just an ordinary Daoist temple. There were only two Daoist priests, an old Daoist and a young Daoist. The Yang Yang Temple has now become a Daoist sect with a very high level of secluded sect. It is rarely known to others. The disciples in the sect all need to practice the three talents and the most perfect state of mind to move forward step by step. In the past thousand years, less than half of the top monks in the Daoist sect came from this.
Today, the Hundred Schools of Thought is calm, but the name of [Great True Person Ming Xin], who originally recorded the Daoist Scriptures and spread throughout the world, is extremely prominent and is vaguely respected as the leader of the Daoist sect. People have always only known the name of [Louguan Dao], and it is difficult to get started. However, although this sect has a very high reputation, it has extremely strict requirements for entry, and there are not many disciples from generation to generation.
Refining Yang Temple There are only a dozen Daoists in it, so there is no need for expansion.
It is still the same small Daoist temple as it was back then, located on the mountainside. When you look out every day, you can still see the old street and the bridge, with the smoke coming from the cooking pots and the world of mortals as before. A man in a black robe and a jade crown is sitting where he used to cross his legs to breathe, holding a cup of tea, and Yang Jian standing on one side, telling him everything Longevity Cult happened today.
Then he said in a deep voice, "Because of the emperor's order, Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole's backhands have been eliminated continuously for thousands of years. As for the past hundred years, Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole's arrangements have appeared less and less. This time, according to the interrogation of the younger generation, it is because Bodhi seed has matured in the Buddhist country, so it was moved."
The Buddha's Bodhi Tree was also born when Creation of Heaven and Earth was born. After Buddha appeared in this world, he once talked about Buddhism. Later, Buddha died. Then, that Bodhi seed appeared, bathing in Buddha light and the Dharma veins. Until now, it has been several eons. Any ordinary thing that has survived for such a long time can be regarded as an extraordinary spiritual treasure.
What's more, that Bodhi Tree is originally the spiritual root of heaven and earth, which is absolutely extraordinary.
It also vaguely matches the attributes of A Yi Wood, the attribute of immortality.
"Jian thought that Mr. Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole would not let go of such an opportunity."
"This time, I'm afraid..."
Yang Jian's voice was deep, and a look of worry appeared on his face. True Martial Great Emperor smiled slightly and said gently:
"Don't worry, that's why I'm here."
The previous message from Ran Deng had been delivered to the True Martial Manor, so he came to the human world, holding tea and looking at the sky with a peaceful expression, Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole concentrated on making him dao companion recovered, and he took over the former responsibility of Beidi, guarding the six realms. True Martial Manor swept across all directions, but Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole never had a direct conflict with him.
He was drinking tea from a teacup and looking out from the Daoist temple on the mountainside, he saw that the world of mortals was as old as ever.
In a daze, it seemed that the young young Daoist was still walking through the street carrying a bamboo basket on his back. There were crowds of people on both sides, and a Young Daoist Attendant was walking beside him. He was holding his stomach while walking back to the mountain. Yang Jian paused in his voice and saluted. "But I don't know when Martial Uncle Yin, Martial Uncle Xi will come back."
"At this time, New Year's Day is approaching, why isn't he here?"
A Daoist who recognized Yang Jian walked by and said with a smile:
"Martial Uncle hasn't been back for some years, so I don't know."
"Master, he left the mountain a few years ago and has only come back occasionally over the years."
"This year's Chinese New Year, I don't know if I will come back."
Yang Jian was surprised and said, "Is that so? Martial Uncle Where did he go?"
"I don't know about that."
"However, before leaving, the Patriarch once said that when he was looking for energy that day, he heard the whistle of Qi Mountain, which meant that an old friend had returned. He said that it was time to keep the appointment he made back then."
Yang Jian looked at this worldly city and said to himself:
"Old friend, promise..."
Yongzhou is one of the largest states in the world. Taking into account the territory of Yongzhou, it does not cross the river in the east and the black water in the west. Later, the world is unified was renamed Jingzhao Prefecture. It is considered a wealthy and prosperous place. However, no matter how wealthy and prosperous the place is, there are always relatively remote and poor areas.
Under the Dahong Mountain, under the Yunyang County City, it is divided into counties. The farther away from the center of the city, the more remote and poor it becomes. Finally, by the time Liang Village arrived, it could not be more remote, and the place was relatively desolate. Although Liang Village was named Liang, not all of them had the surname Liang. About half of them had foreign surnames, including Zhao Qiansun and Zhou Wu Zheng.
There is also a family named Gui, which is rare. It has been about a few decades since they moved here. The original Lao Gui has passed away and his grandson has also started a family. Poor Lao Gui held his breath and closed his eyes when he saw his great-grandson. However, I don't know if Lao Gui's appearance frightened the child at that time. Although this child has a quiet personality, he is very late in enlightenment and did not speak until he was six years old.
The couple who returned home thanked God that they finally did not give birth to an idiot, and they went to the land of this small village to express their gratitude. Liang Village Earth God actually had a meal of wine and meat happily. Now according to the rules of the human world, even in such a remote place, there will be a wife from the academy coming to guard it.
The academic practice in the human world is divided into two streams, one is to cultivate one's own Tao and Buddha, and the other is to cultivate Human Dao Destiny simultaneously. Although Human Dao Destiny is many and complex, if you easily take this Human Dao Destiny into your body, I am afraid it will pollute your own spirit and be detrimental to your cultivation.
However, Human Dao Destiny is huge, and Spirit Charm, which can score three or two points, can also be used with considerable power.
At the same level, the strength of practicing Human Dao Destiny is far greater than that of simply practicing Buddhism and Daoism.
Long Suffering of Birth, difficult to practice.
Everyone is literate, but few can become great sect members.
Most people practice for a long life and light physical strength. If they have the opportunity to practice Human Dao Destiny, it will be a great good thing. Not only will their strength improve quickly, but if they take the road of court in the future, it will also be a path. However, ordinary people's induction of Human Dao Destiny is not that strong.
The master who came here had not seen many qualified people for more than ten years, but that day when the child went to touch the jade plate, the light emitted made the master who was frustrated and excluded from the academy almost froze. When others asked, he simply said that this child has good qualifications and is worthy of practicing.
But only he himself knows that such qualifications are no longer good.
That is unique!
Others are practicing Human Dao Destiny, but this child turned out to be Human Dao Destiny and came to me.
It's simply terrifying.
I just don't know why, but the child refused to go on the Human Dao Destiny road that everyone longed for. He burst into tears. His parents loved him very much and couldn't bear to ignore the child, nor could they bear to put their own expectations on the child. So one day a year ago, his father visited the master with several kilograms of bacon.
After indicating his intention, the Master was silent for a while and said, "Do you know his qualifications?"
The father of the child who returned home scratched his head and said with a simple smile, "I just know that my child is not happy to do this. If he doesn't do it, he won't do it. In this life, he must have fun."
The master was silent for a long time and asked the child what he wanted to learn.
The child pointed to a Daoist book and a flute on the table, and his eyes almost shone. "I want to learn this!"
The master was silent for a long time, handed the scroll to him, and then asked the child's name. The man who returned home said, "None of us can read the name. It was the book of words that my father had read when he was young. He had seen it when he was in Fucheng. After flipping through it for a while, he found the first word."
"It is said that there is no end to the world. It seems that we have forgotten the opportunity. Learn from me and return to the mountain sooner."
"I often laugh alone in the forest at the foot of the mountain. Human Heart Who can arrive without realizing it?"
"People who have forgotten their words all day long are quiet. When evening comes and morning comes, there is no time to worry. Cherish the treasure within the body of the True Yang."
He remembered the poem from which his son's name came, and he remembered it very clearly. When he was reciting the sentence "There is no end to the world", the child was playing with the Daoist scriptures. The Master looked at him and said:
"This is [Butterfly Loves Flowers]'s word card."
"Yes, yes, Butterfly Loves Flowers, also called Phoenix Perches on Wutong."
"My father said that if it is his daughter's family, he will call it Gui Loves Flowers."
"If it's a boy, let's call him Gui Qiwu."
The master looked at the child and said to himself, "Gui Qiwu..."
"Phoenix returns and lives in Wutong."
"It's a good name."
So the man who returned home showed a happy smile on his face, as if he had received great praise, and said, "Really? Hahaha, my father has never accomplished anything in his life, except giving this child a good name."
The master didn't answer and watched the man walk away with the child. When he raised his eyes, he saw old Daoist coming to the door of the village.
It is said to be old, but it is not old either.
If we look at the facial features, he is in his early thirties, with a full head of white hair and pale eyes, which makes people subconsciously think that he is an old man. Then, when he takes a second look, he sees that this person's face is also full of wrinkles, making people wonder if they saw it wrong just now.
Liang Village Master Zhang Shu originally came from a school. When he saw a monk coming to this village, he naturally wanted to go up and ask. Firstly, it was to prevent some extreme practitioners from causing trouble, and secondly, it was also a matter of etiquette. Then old Daoist said gently, "I am a latent monk Refining Yang Temple. I went out to walk in the world this time to find an old friend."
"I came to this village and want to stay and rest for a few days. Is it possible?"
Zhang Shu Seeing that this Daoist seemed to have the Primordial Prenatal Qi realm, and knowing that the Daoist sect Primordial Prenatal Qi must have a clear mind and is considered an expert, he said, "It's a good thing that the Daoist Master can stay in this village for a while, please." He paused in his voice, thinking of the boy who returned home, so he said:
"But I do have a child. He should have good qualifications and is dedicated to the Tao."
"If Daoist Master is serious, why not give me some advice?"
"It would be great if I could be accepted as a disciple."
Old Daoist looked at the retreating father and son, and after a long time, he just whispered, "Old Daoist will not accept him as a disciple." Then Zhang Shu sighed in his heart, knowing that he was a Daoist disciple after all, and Primordial Prenatal Qi was considered an expert. How could he be accepted as a disciple so easily?
I didn't care much about it immediately, I just arranged a place for this old Daoist.
Old Daoist didn't hesitate and just settled down in the village. This stay has been more than a year. The people of Liang Village were very happy because there was an old god who seemed to be quite virtuous in their village. This was especially true when one day they saw the local Earth God come to see him.
After the fame spread, many people from the surrounding cities and towns came to visit, but they were all rejected. However, the people in this village got along well with old Daoist. When children came here to disturb the old god, the old god would not say anything, but would give him some tips on boxing and kicking, and talk about some Daoist knowledge.
It's just that children rarely make up their minds. Daoist knowledge is difficult and certainly not as attractive to children as a round bead or a straight branch. Only Gui Qiwu, who has returned home, likes to listen here.
On this day, old Daoist used to talk about Daoism, accompanied by local masters Earth God and Zhang Shu.
The child sat next to the stone table, holding his chin with his hands, blowing the breeze, and asked, "Is it difficult to practice?"
Old Daoist replied, "If you can make progress in practice, it is a good thing."
Gui Qiwu sat on a stool with his feet unable to touch the ground. He swayed a few times and said, "The world outside is very big. I heard that there are so big and big cities, especially Fucheng. Is it really that big? In the past thousand years, has the world become bigger and better?"
Old Daoist looked into his eyes and said, "Well, in the past thousand years, the world has become very good."
Gui Qiwu said happily, "Yeah, I guess it's very good outside."
The old man said gently, "Yes, I made an agreement with a friend back then to let me see the world over the years. After he left, I would see this Mortal World."
Gui Qiwu asked curiously, "After reading it, what happens next?"
The old man smiled gently and said, "After reading it..."
"I feel that the world is prosperous and magnificent, and everything he did thousands of years ago was correct."
Zhang Shu and Earth God's expressions changed suddenly.
Gui Qiwu didn't understand. He just nodded confusedly. His parents called him to eat, so he jumped down, respectfully saluted old Daoist and his wife and said goodbye. Then he walked a few steps and suddenly thought of something. He turned around and took out something from his small pocket. He asked old Daoist to stretch out his hand mysteriously, then covered it with his hands and put it in the palm of his hand.
It's roasted chestnuts.
Old Daoist was stunned.
Gui Qiwu smiled brightly, patted old Daoist's palm, and said, "No matter what, you must be very tired in the past thousand years, so you should have a good rest." He waved to the old man, turned around and jumped down the mountain step by step. The old man was stunned and lost his mind.
It was as if I saw the back of another person, but there was nothing there.
Zhang Shu and Earth God already have scalp numbness.
Earth God swallowed his saliva and said, "The little god heard that Louguan Dao, the head of the Daoist sect in the world, used to have a place Refining Yang Temple... and the founder who followed my master to heaven is still there."
Old Daoist nodded slightly and said, "It's me."
Earth God stood up abruptly, neither standing nor sitting, and Zhang Shu looked at the child's retreating figure, froze, gritted his teeth, and said, "Thousands of years ago..., I heard that among the reincarnations, there were people with great achievements and extremely high merits, who might be able to reincarnate unchanged in their own souls. Could it be said that this child's qualifications are Emperor Taizong..."
This time, old Daoist just looked at Gui Qiwu's back quietly and shook his head:
"I don't know."
This is already the answer.
Zhang Shu's body was stiff and his lips were trembling. He just turned his head and looked at the child's back. He didn't know whether to ask the Daoist priest to take Gui Qiwu away or to report it to the academy immediately.
The New Year has come, old Daoist did not return to the mountain, Zhang Shu and Earth God did not dare to tell his identity, but on the fifth day of the first lunar month, he returned home to his parents But they came to the mountain to pay New Year greetings. They carried several kilograms of bacon and newly made dumplings. Old Daoist welcomed them back with peaceful expressions. However, the couple who returned home hesitated for a while, then gritted their teeth and said:
"Old Immortal, this child in my family doesn't really like to study and learn Confucianism, but only likes to practice Daoism."
"I don't know if you have any qualifications. Take a look, old god. If you don't mind, just stay by your side. There is someone who can serve tea and water."
Old Daoist said softly, "I am a poor man, but my heart is clear."
Just like it was a thousand years ago.
Gui Qiwu wanted to become a disciple, but was stopped.
Old Daoist did not accept this disciple.
But he did agree to take him away.
Soon I returned to the capital of Zhongzhou. It snowed heavily and the city was closed by wind and snow. The city, which has changed rapidly in the past thousand years, seemed to be covered up again when the snow fell. Old Daoist did not use Divine Ability, but just walked on the snow with the child on my back, but it seemed as if I had lost my power. I walked one foot deeper and one foot shallower.
The cry of roasting chestnuts was heard in the distance, and the child fell asleep on his back.
Gui Qiwu was half asleep and half awake. He had forgotten something and just said:
"Where are we going, Mingxin."
Old Daoist paused and said softly, "Go and practice."
"Don't worry."
"There won't be those annoying things, what needs to be done is done..."
"In the future, the only ones who will accompany us are Pure Wind by the River, Bright Moon in the Mountains..."
After a thousand years of separation, when old Daoist said her first words, her nose was already sore.
When it snows, this city will be the same as it was thousands of years ago.
The wind blew across the city, and the sounds of banging clappers and conversations in the distance, as well as the faint sounds of laughter, the sound of children reading, and the sound of playing silk and bamboo, were all mixed in with the cries of roasted chestnuts. The clear moonlight fell across the world and fell on the shoulders.
Gui Qiwu, half asleep and half awake, murmured:
"Have I finished what I want to do..."
Old Daoist paused, hugged the child behind him tighter, and choked out:
"Hmm."
He said, "You can practice."