In the thirteenth year of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty, Xuanguang Temple of Qingcheng Mountain, Sichuan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The mountains are quiet and the wind is refreshing. There are two masters and apprentices playing chess in the entrance view. Among them, the master has a childish face, wears a Taoist robe, and smiles and holds a cup of tea leisurely. It's a good fairy wind. The little Taoist boy is white and chubby, wearing a wide Taoist robe, which is quite cute. It's just that at this time, Xiao Daotong was frowning, and his whole body was devoted to the chessboard, galloping across the board to see that there was a university question. After a while, Xiao Daotong suddenly raised his eyebrows and put a white piece into the chessboard with a smile. Lao Dao fixed his eyes and his face changed greatly. After watching it for a long time, a few of his beards were cut off and he still hadn't decided how to fall.

"Master, the apprentices have all slept, you should hurry up." The child's voice is crisp, but it makes the old way like a talisman. His face changed slightly, and he suddenly looked at Tiandao: "Well, it's getting late, it seems that there is no business coming to the door today." It's time to get ready for evening class. After speaking, he got up and left, without waiting for the little Taoist boy to react, and disappeared into the depths of the Taoist temple with the agility that an old man should never have.

"Master, how can you do this again?" Xiao Dao Tong let out a sad cry and looked helplessly at the place where Lao Dao disappeared. I can only put away the chessboard by myself and walk in the direction where the old way disappeared.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door of the Taoist temple, and the little Taoist boy hurriedly put down the chessboard and ran to open the door.

The knocker was dressed as a farmer, his feet were covered with mud, and he had obviously just come from the field, panting and sweating profusely.

"Amitayus, I don't know why Shanfushou is in such a hurry?" Xiaodao Tong secretly came to the door for business, pretending to be a serious look.

"The chief of the trail is good, I am looking for the old Taoist of Mingwei, our owner has an urgent matter to find the old Taoist chief, and I also ask the chief of the trail to pass it on my behalf." Although the farmer is dressed up, the person who comes is obviously very good at talking.

"Please come in" Xiaodao Tong let go of the door and invited people to come in. While shouting at the temple: "Master, someone is looking for you." The loud voice may not have the intention of venting dissatisfaction inside.

Speaking of Xuanguang Temple, it is now on the verge of extinction. There is not an acre of land, there are pilgrims, and the great Xuanguang Temple is a master and apprentice. Because no one takes care of it all the year round, it becomes more and more dilapidated, and there is no progress in the view on weekdays, so it is all dependent on the master and apprentice to take some nearby villagers to live by the Dharma of Jiao, which is simply a loss of Taoist face.

Xiao Daotong's master, Dao Mingwei, is the twenty-first master of Xuanguang Temple. When he took over the Taoist temple, he was already quite a failure because of poor management, and after Mingwei Lao Dao took over, his disciples were scattered. Fortunately, one day the old Taoist went out to fight Jiao and returned, and picked up a baby boy at the foot of the Taoist Temple. There will be successors". He brought the baby boy back to the mountain as his heir and the future viewer. And gave the road name "dust".

The dust gradually grows up, Su Hui has it, the Taoist scriptures can be memorized at a glance, the medical hexagram is divined, the mountains and rivers are good, the Taoist rituals are learned as soon as they are learned, and the old Taoist of Ming Wei is like a treasure, and he hides it tightly on weekdays, and never lets the dust show his ability outside. Afraid of being guilty, let others abduct their precious apprentices. But he didn't know that his apprentice was a soul from three hundred years later, and it was the Xuanguang Temple's Xuanxuan disciple grandson, and the Taoist name Xuanxu was.

The voice of the little Taoist is not small, but the old Taoist is late. The dust Dao Tong invited the visitors to sit under the big tree for a while before he appeared with a profound face.

Lichen secretly despised his master. handed over the guest to the head of Mingwei Dao, and got up and went to the back to fetch water and make tea.

When the dust came out with the tea, the people who came had already left, leaving Mingwei Daoist to sit alone under the big tree in a daze.

"Master, why did the people leave?" Lichen Xiaodaotong asked.

"Hey~~ Self-inflicted, you can't live" Daoist Ming Wei did not answer his apprentice's words, but sighed and said: "Pack up your things tomorrow, let's go down the mountain to Zhujia Village."