Mo Fei smiled slightly: "Brother Guo is too polite.

I wanted to visit as soon as possible, but I have been delayed by mundane things, and I am afraid that Brother Guo will be anxious to wait!

Only then did he use a little trick, but he didn't go through the report of Brother Dao, and went directly into the room, and where he was disturbed, he also looked at Brother Dao Haihan. ”

Under the pine and bamboo, Mo Fei smiled and saluted, and he looked more and more handsome.

The fluttering, as if riding the wind away, is very consistent with this ancient and simple Taoist temple with the sound of bells and drums.

Looking from afar, in the ancient courtyard with interlaced arches, gilded copper tiles, and high eaves, a handsome and extraordinary young man, dressed in simple clothes, stood under the pine and bamboo, and was talking with a smile.

In front of the Dan room, the old Taoist priest wearing a light yellow shirt and hair like snow hugged his fists and signaled, the autumn wind blew, and the hem of his clothes fluttered, looking fairy and full of Taoism.

This scene is like a painting scroll of ink and water.

Under the autumn sun, surrounded by high-rise buildings, the ancient palace view in the downtown area of Hongchen seems to have added a bit of leisurely Taoism.

Mo Fei saw that the old Taoist priest Guo Daozhen greeted him, and he did not be polite to him, and after a few words of greeting, he walked into the Dan room.

Carefully calculated, the first time Mo Fei and Guo Daozhen met was at the once-in-a-decade Xuanmen Festival, and officially entered the field of vision of many monks.

Tongbai Mountain preached the Dharma in all the ways, Mo Fei opened the door of convenience when the door was in decline and the mysterious wind was sluggish, and guided the immortal monks with his own cultivation experience, which was regarded as the identity and status of the second generation of the patriarch of the second generation of his Taoist hidden real person Yuxiaoguan, and was respected by the Tao.

The second time was in the Sanqing Palace of Jicui Mountain, on the advanced celebration of Xu Xinyou and Xu Zhenren. It was at this time that the Immortal Dao monks learned about the little-known secrets of heaven and earth.

The third time was not long ago, when Mo Fei first arrived in Jinghua City, he came to visit in person. Then there is the international exchange of traditional Chinese and Western medicine held by Jinghua University.

It's all over, and this time is just the fifth time we've met. Despite this, the two hit it off at first sight.

If there are changes today, the monks of the immortal path are becoming more and more difficult in the pursuit of the road to immortality, and it is extremely lucky to be able to meet such a reincarnated and recultivated predecessor in the end of the Dharma period.

The two walked into the Dan room, sat down, and the little boy who was waiting by his side had already brought fragrant tea.

Guo Daozhen made a gesture of please, holding a small teacup in his hand, gently blowing the tea leaves floating on the water, and said with a smile:

"Brother Dao, you are promoting our Taoist medicine inheritance at Jinghua University, but you pushed my Baiyun Temple out, you are hiding from Qingqing, I am afraid that my small view will not stop in the future."

Mo Fei smiled and said: "Don't say that you are a Baiyun Ancient Temple, is it possible that you think that if I cultivate in Gujing Village, I will be able to attain purity?"

Old experts like Zhang Zhongjing and Mr. Zhang, who are obsessed with medical skills and the revitalization of traditional Chinese medicine, may be thinking about going to see me now, and I am afraid that there will be no peaceful days in the future. ”

After that, Mo Fei sighed and said: "Our Xuanmen has been falling for a long time, and if we don't have all the expressions, I'm afraid we will completely disappear from everyone's field of vision." I originally had a plan, hoping to expand some of the influence of my Dao Sect, and catch up with this opportunity, which can be regarded as a smooth sailing. ”

Listening to Mo Fei's words, Guo Dao said secretly in his heart: "Brother Mo is a senior of Dao Yin, with subtle Taoism, unpredictable power, and deep meaning in every word and deed. At that time, I was still puzzled, but today I heard that it really had ulterior motives. ”

Thinking of this, Zhengse said: "Brother Mo, but is it about the inheritance of my Xuanmen incense?" ”

It's no wonder that Guo Daozhen is obsessed with this matter. For thousands of years, there has never been an immortal monk who can ascend above Shenzhou.

The immortal veins are cut off, there is no way forward, and above the Shenzhou, there are no more resident immortals. Many monks every time they build a foundation, there is no way to go, how many people who are interested in the immortal path, the green mountains are buried in the bones, but I don't know if this time can turn around.

With his thoughts flowing, the old Taoist priest couldn't help but have a few traces of expectation, and his eyes were full of eagerness when he looked at Mo Fei. (To be continued......)