I haven't seen him for a few days, and this old Taoist priest of Sanqing Palace is no longer what it used to be, although it has not fully recovered, it is not as weak as I saw a few days ago.

The old Taoist priest walked slowly from the path shaded by flowers, the wide Taoist robe hunted and flying in the mountain wind, the white hair was like snow, and the eyebrows were lowered, which became more and more immortal.

Seeing this, Mo Fei smiled slightly. said: "Brother Xu Dao, I haven't seen you for a few days, but my body is very good." I contemplate that Brother Dao's breath is mellow, and his breath is faint, and I am afraid that he will be blessed by misfortune, and he has already comprehended it in cultivation. ”

"Brother Mo Dao's eyes are like torches, and he really can't hide it from you."

The old Taoist priest Ha Luha smiled: "Although it has been controlled by the rules of heaven and earth in the past three years, and the cultivation has dissipated, but it is not broken or established, and with the help of Brother Mo Dao, there is a faint tendency to break through the bottleneck." As the saying goes, great grace does not say thanks, I will not say any more words of thanks, if Brother Mo Dao will have a place to use the old way in the future, even if he speaks, the old way will never shirk. ”

The two exchanged a few words, and the old Taoist priest Xu Xinyou pointed to the elegant old man beside him, and said with a smile: "This is an old friend of mine, surnamed Mei, named Hexuan, is a professor of the Chinese Department of Tianshui University, presumably Brother Mo Dao has already seen it a few days ago." ”

Mo Fei arched his hand and said with a smile: "Fortunately, fortunately, the old gentleman has a natural rhyme, a song "Gull and Heron Forget the Machine", light and dexterous, the breath is elegant, and the rhyme is wonderful. Like gulls, herons, and water birds, far away and shallow, flying back and drinking. In a natural and relaxed state, the dust and annoyance are all gone, and the mind is comfortable. It is a blessing in life to be able to listen to such a good rhyme by the bamboo forest. ”

The old man surnamed Mei heard Mo Fei's words, but his face showed a look of Hao Ran, and said: "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I don't know that Mr. is a master of Xuanmen Taoism, but that day he was a little contemptuous, and he needs not to be surprised." ”

Mo Fei glanced at the old Taoist priest Xu Xinyou, the old Taoist priest already understood, and said with a smile: "Brother Mo Dao, although my old friend is not a Xuanmen monk, he can also be regarded as a member of my generation, and his ancestors have also been inherited by my Daomen Jicui Mountain, but Mei Lao is limited by his own qualifications, but he has no immortal fate. ”

"There is such a reason. Even so, there is nothing hidden at all. Mr. Mei doesn't have to blame himself, although my cultivation is slightly higher than everyone else, but the actual age in this life is still young, and the old gentleman calls him a little friend, but it also makes it. If you don't want to, you can also call it like Brother Xu Dao. ”

The old man surnamed Mei was still a little hesitant, but the old Taoist priest Xu Xinyou scolded with a smile: "You old thing, when did you become so twisted, Brother Mo Dao is a bold person, he doesn't mind, what else do you have to hesitate." You are also half of the Xuanmen, is it possible that you don't know that my Taoist monks have always been innocent and never hypocritical. ”

In this way, I am a little hypocritical, thinking that I have always been conceited and open-minded in the past, and today I realize that I have always sat in the well and watched the sky. Brother Mo, Brother Xu, but it's not mine, don't be surprised. ”

"That's right, don't be polite when you have a relationship with Brother Mo Dao."

After that, the three of them looked at each other, and they all laughed.

The clear laughter floated in the mountains, and some colorful mountain birds seemed to be attracted by the laughter of everyone, and flew into the green shade next to several people, making pleasant calls from time to time, as if they were also echoing the Chinese people.

But it is the birds that have spirits, and they sense the natural and agile charm of several people, and they unconsciously give birth to the meaning of closeness. Taoism has always admired nature and is close to nature. All things have animism, and it is normal to be born with such induction.

Qingliu, Bitao and Danzhu saw that the flowers and plants here were abundant, and they were completely different from the outside of the courtyard, so they were a little curious, and a few little guys laughed and played among the flowers, making this world more and more vibrant, natural and smart.

After greeting a few people, the old Taoist priest said: "Brother Mo Dao, I have instructed the child to boil water and cook tea in the Heart Cultivation Pavilion, and come to the pavilion with me to talk about it." ”

Anyway, take the lead in leading the way. A few people divided the flowers and brushed the willows, and walked along the path of the flowers to the depths of the small courtyard.

This courtyard looks from the outside, but it is only the size of two courtyards. But in it, it seems to be vast and boundless, but it is also surrounded by mountains and rivers, green bamboo and beautiful forests, quiet and elegant. Obviously, someone with great magical powers has laid down the magic circle of Sumeru mustard seeds, which is so mysterious.

The old Taoist priest led everyone through a flower tree, and then went up along the stream, and after a while, a corner of the eaves and arches could be faintly seen in a piece of verdant bamboo, but it was an octagonal pavilion.

There is a small red clay stove on the stone table in the middle of the pavilion, and two children in Tsing Yi are boiling water, and the milky white water vapor slowly floats out, and soon it is scattered in the mountain breeze.

Mo Fei followed the old Taoist priest to the pavilion, and couldn't help laughing: "Brother Xu Dao, you are indeed a good Yaxing, every day in this green bamboo and flowing water, cultivating the true nature, but I want me to recall the poem "Title Poshan Temple Houzen Temple" by Wang Maha Jie, one of the ten friends of the immortals in the past

Early in the morning into the ancient temple, the first sun shines on the high forest.

The bamboo path leads to the secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep.

The mountain light is pleasing to the birds, and the pond shadow is empty.

Wan Lai is silent here, but Yu Zhong chimes.

Although the poem is a temple where the monks live in the mountains, it is also quite consistent with the scenery here. It makes me so envious. ”

Several people sat down in the guest room, there were already children holding tea, and the faint fragrance of tea permeated in this small pavilion for a while, becoming more and more quiet and empty.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the melodious sound of the bell chime in the main hall of the Sanqing Palace in front of him faintly came. For a while, as if it was vivid in the quiet, it naturally gave birth to an ethereal charm that was far away from the breath.

Everyone in the pavilion makes tea with no hands, which is natural and leisurely. Contemplating the environment and understanding the subtlety.

The leisurely and diffuse Dao rhyme slowly seeped into the state of the mountains and waters, as if the mountain breeze that came with the breeze turned into the sky and clouds, diluted and ethereal. (To be continued......)