However, he still had doubts in his heart and asked, "Senior, since Mao Xianjun calls himself an immortal monarch, he must be a god, right?"

"Don't ask, just go. Please use this site. Sun Ma said, "He lives in Maoshan, as for where he lives in Maoshan, he has to find his own limited time, which is a difficult thing, but you have Buddha's eyes, it shouldn't be a problem." ”

Zhang Jun arched his hand and said, "Thank you!"

"We don't owe each other any more." Sun Ma waved her hand, "Okay, you go down." ”

Although he had a stomach full of questions now, he knew that he couldn't ask anything more, so he got up and took his leave.

As Sun Ma said, time was limited, so he immediately started to deal with it, first took out the jade box containing golden light, handed it to Sun Ma, and then took the Du Zheng Dan, the Ghost Fu God Card, and the Dragon and Tiger Treasure Mirror to Maoshan Mountain.

Maoshan is located 60 kilometers west of Jinling City, with a long history, known as "the first blessed land, the eighth cave sky", and is the birthplace of Shangqing faction.

Ge Hong once wrote "Hug Puzi" here and circulated it all over the world. It is also the development place of Zhengyi and Quanzhen Religion, so Maoshan has an extraordinary status in Taoism.

Today's Maoshan is no longer a place where Xiuzhen gathers, and this place, like Longhu Mountain, has become a tourist area. Maoshan Scenic Area, there are nine peaks, nineteen springs, twenty-six holes, twenty-eight pools, usually visitors are weaving, rare tranquility.

Zhang Jun arrived in Jinling, Beijing, by private jet, and was provided by a local Fugui Gang brother for a car and then headed for Maoshan.

Due to the tight time, he did not dare to delay on the road, and drove himself, and it only took him half an hour to arrive at the sixty or seventy kilometers of road.

The brother here has been waiting for a long time, and as soon as the others arrived, they led him up to Maoshan Mountain. The brother who led the way was a native of Maoshan with the surname Mao and the name Mao Shaoshuai.

As he walked, Mao Shaoshuai introduced the roadside scenery to Zhang Jun. He didn't know that Zhang Jun was looking for someone, and he came to enjoy the scenery.

"Big boss, please look, there is the Nine Heavens Ten Thousand Blessings Palace in front. This place was burned down during the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, which was repaired later, but it was built well. Young Marshal Mao introduced.

Zhang Junshang had no intention of appreciating the scenery, and had been observing the surroundings with his eyes, but unfortunately he found nothing, this place seemed to have been thoroughly developed, not to mention Mao Xianjun, and not even a person who cultivated the truth had not found it.

He secretly felt strange in his heart, the inheritance of Maoshan should not be broken, how could it not even be as good as Longhu Mountain?

It's useless to be anxious at this time, he settled down and simply walked around, hoping to find something. When I arrived at the peak where the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace was located, I saw that the Jiuxiao Palace sat in the north and faced south, which was quite meteorological.

Mao Shaoshuai said that this palace has two pavilions of Tibetan scriptures and holy teachers in the palace at its peak, Taiyuan, Gaozhen, two saints, Lingguan and Dragon King five halls, Yuxiang, Huanxiu, Qiayun, Chongbi, Lizhen, Yihu six courtyards, more than 100 buildings on the left and right sides, guest halls and other buildings; The whole palace is majestic and magnificent, and it is splendid.

It's a pity that it was later destroyed by the Taiping Army, and what I see now is that it was built later, and it looks like it.

Since they came, Zhang Jun was ready to go up for a walk, and they walked around with the tourists, and Zhang Jun felt very bored. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a table set up outside the flower hall, and a dry old Taoist priest sat on a bamboo chair and set up a fortune-telling stall.

He was shocked, he had scanned it with his eyes before, and he didn't find anyone here! He hurriedly scanned it with his eyes, and felt that the old man's place was empty.

This discovery made him happy in his heart, and he took three steps and two steps to the fortune-telling booth, and said with a smile: "Master Dao, I want to tell fortunes."

The old man was very thin, his teeth had fallen out, his face was wrinkled, and he didn't know if he was eighty or ninety, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

His business didn't seem to be very good, but when the business came to the door, he suddenly smiled and raised his face to look at Zhang Jun. But when he glanced at it, he suddenly sank his face and said, "I don't count your hexagrams, and if you do, you will be unlucky."

The surrounding tourists laughed, and some said, "Look at this Taoist priest, he will still want to catch the tricks of the past."

Zhang Jun was taken aback, he waved his hand to let Young Marshal Mao, who was staring at the old Taoist about to reprimand, leave, and said sincerely: "Master Dao, hexagram money is easy to discuss."

As he spoke, he put Maoshan's ghost talisman and god card on the table, and the old Taoist stared at him in surprise and asked, "Where did you get it from?"

"I bought it from the Golden Table." Zhang Jun grinned, "Now the thing is back to its original owner." ”

Lao Dao sneered: "How do you know that I am from Maoshan?"

"The dust of Xianjun's game is indeed known to few people, but I know that you are always in Maoshan." Zhang Jundao is still smiling.

Lao Dao sneered: "If you have anything else on you, take it out, Jiu Niang is really getting older and more confused, and she actually leaked my identity."

Zhang Jun thought to himself, then Jiuniang is Sun Ma, right? He didn't say anything, and took out the Dragon and Tiger Treasure Mirror and Du Zheng Dan, and said sincerely: "Dragon and Tiger Mountain is in trouble, please ask Immortal Jun to help."

The old man did not deny his identity, obviously he was Mao Xianjun. Glancing at Du Zhengdan, he said lightly: "I already know about the reopening of the mountain gate of Longhu Mountain, you don't need to say it, I will go."

Zhang Jun was overjoyed, got up and bowed: "Thank you senior!"

"No need to thank me." He waved his hand, "You go." ”

Zhang Jun stood still, and he asked, "There is still something for the juniors to ask."

"Say." Lao Dao said lightly.

"Shangqing Gangqi, but Maoshan is unlearned?" He knew that Shangqing Gangqi must be the inheritance of Maoshan.

"Shangqing Gangqi has been circulating since more than a thousand years ago, and there are cultivators in the Quanzhen, Zhengyi and other sects." Mao Xianjun replied, "However, there are not many people who cultivate in the world, and there are no more than a dozen. ”

Zhang Jun asked this question because one of the holy masters of the Holy Sect was cultivating Shangqing Gang Qi, and he was worried that that person was related to the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan Mountain, so he asked this question.

Hearing this, he relieved himself, bowed again, and then said goodbye and left.

When descending the mountain, you have to go down the long stone staircase, step by step. As soon as his left foot hit the ground, there was a sudden thunder in his ear, and he entered another world.

He was shocked, knowing that he had fallen into an illusion, a situation similar to the too illusory realm.

In front of you is a majestic mountain, this mountain is more than 100,000 meters high, and this mountain is more than 500 miles in radius. The mountains are lush and green, opening up mountain roads, building Taoist temples and palaces.

There are birds and beasts on the mountain, there are flowers, grasses, fish and insects, there are people walking on the mountain road, and there are people in and out of the palace and Taoist temple. These people are dressed in very old, large-sleeved robes.

Zhang Jun was on the mountain road at the moment, and a fourteen or fifteen-year-old Taoist boy walked in front of him, and the little Taoist boy looked at Zhang Jun curiously, as if he was very strange how he could wear such clothes.

He asked, "Who are you?" Why did you break into my Shangqing Mountain?"

Zhang Jun had already calmed down and said, "I went to Maoshan to play before, and when I went down the mountain, I took one step and arrived here."

Dao Tong looked surprised, his eyes widened and he shouted, "Nonsense! Without my Guiding Spirit Talisman from Shangqing Mountain, how could you possibly climb the mountain?"

Speaking of this, he suddenly raised his hand and shot out a white light, as if a rune paper flew out. The rune paper rose into the sky, emitting a piercing screech.

Suddenly, dozens of figures appeared in all directions, including men and women, young people and young people, and they surrounded Zhang Jun and stared at him vigilantly one by one.

Zhang Jun's heart was furious, although he was in the illusion realm, he felt that these people were very strong, and several of them were Zhenli-level masters. Besides, this is a fantasy land, and no one knows what the consequences will be after doing it.

He smiled bitterly, and had no choice but to say: "I came to Maoshan to meet Mao Xianjun, who knew that I would enter the illusion when I left."

"What? Have you ever seen Xianjun? Where is he?" Dao Tong asked in shock, his voice trembling.

Zhang Jun was about to speak, when he suddenly felt that he had stepped down the steps and walked out of the illusion.

He looked at Young Marshal Mao beside him with a strange expression, and the other party looked as usual, obviously not knowing what had just happened.

"It's been a long time just now, and in reality I don't even seem to have stopped moving, it's amazing that a short step has lasted so long in the illusion" He was surprised in his heart, and couldn't figure out what was going on.

Not long after Zhang Jun left, a young man dressed in white sports came to the palace, exactly like the Taoist boy in Shangqing Mountain, and he looked around. It's a pity that Mao Xianjun has already left, and even Zhang Jun and Mao Shaoshuai are no longer there.

He showed a look of pity and muttered, "Immortal Jun must have been here, I can feel his breath." Who was that person before? How did you get into Shangqing Mountain? He obviously doesn't have a spirit talisman on him! ”

He muttered to himself for a moment, shook his head and left, got into a luxury sports car, and walked away.

Today's experience made Zhang Jun's mood very complicated. What is Shangqing Mountain? Is it just a fantasy? If it's a fantasy, it's too real.

Moreover, how can there be so many people in the illusion, and all of them are flesh and blood, and there are thoughts, and the illusion should not be like this. What's more, he was sure that he was awake all the time, and he shouldn't have fallen into a hallucination.

Along the way, his mind was very heavy, and he didn't say a word to Young Marshal Mao, and he didn't come back to his senses until the car drove to the airport.

When I returned to Longhu Mountain, it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening. He wanted to go to the Taiqing Hall to meet his grandmother, but the door of the hall was closed, and the people inside seemed to be asleep.

He had no choice but to return in vain and go to see Hua Buyi.

Hua Buyi was playing against the Great Bodhisattva, and the two went down to a critical place, and the situation was unfavorable to Hua Buyi.

Zhang Jun glanced at it and said with a smile: "Master, I'll give you a trick." As he spoke, Dai Hua Buyi took a step.

No matter how good the Great Bodhisattva's concentration is, this time it is also popular, but it is not easy for him to gain the upper hand, and he can't help but say: "Watching chess is silent, you kid will go aside."

Zhang Jun said solemnly: "What's the difference between victory and defeat, the seniors are in good shape."

The Great Bodhisattva snorted coldly: "Talk to me about the absence of phase, you are still a little behind, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, if there is victory or defeat in my heart, it is inferior."

Zhang Jun's heart moved, but he refused to admit defeat, and said: "If there is no victory in the hearts of the seniors, why should you win?"

The great bodhisattva smiled again and said, "I have no victory in my heart, and there is no defeat, and what I fight for is neither victory nor defeat. Or rather, I didn't fight for anything. ”

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