Chapter 1: Young Taoist Priests

The flowing water in front of the rock is fishy, and the Ganoderma lucidum on the stone grows everywhere.

The cliff leans against the sky and is not chiseled, and Gao Luo hangs from nature.

Lan Feicui rainforest drops, cranes carry Yao Sheng and the moon sings.

Knowing that there is a fairy palace in the smoke, Qiao Ge replied in a false voice.

This is a fantasy monastic poem made by the history of the Ming Dynasty of China, the famous Taoist mountain "Wudang Mountain". A natural harmony between man and nature leaps into the poem, and the natural free and easy artistic conception of the immortal seeker in the poem makes people envious.

An unknown mountain and river, the same mountain and river as Wudang Mountain originates from the "Daba Mountains" in China.

There is an unknown broken Taoist temple in the mountains, the Taoist temple is not big, and you can see the main hall when you enter the mountain gate. The plaque that has already fallen off in the wind and rain can vaguely recognize the names of the four Han Liguan views of "Suishan Taoist Temple".

In September, the mountain stream is breezy and the sunset is sprinkled on the lawn in front of the Taoist temple. A young Taoist priest with a slightly slender body, but a heroic spirit between his eyebrows.

The little Taoist priest was holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth, lying on the lawn with his head on his back, looking at the sunset in the sky with his eyes, very comfortable.

When the sunset is about to sink into the mountains, an adult Taoist appears on the stone steps in front of the Taoist temple.

I saw this Taoist priest, with a Haoran scarf on his head, a cyan half-old Taoist uniform, stepping on green cloth ten-square shoes, holding a floating dust in his left hand, and a bulging cloth bag in his right hand, with an idle and uninhibited look.

When the young Taoist priest on the lawn saw the arrival of this adult Taoist priest, a "carp beating up" stood up and shouted excitedly: "Senior brother, you're back, what delicious food do you bring down the mountain this time?" ”

"Amitayus, junior brother, you don't light a fire, don't cook a pot, don't cook dinner, just wait for senior brother to bring you delicious food? Why don't you guess what good food my brother brought this time? Ha ha! The adult Taoist priest teased happily when he saw the young Taoist priest.

"Senior brother, don't buy Guanzi, I can't catch game in the mountains recently, and I haven't eaten meat for several days, and my mouth is about to fade out." The young Taoist priest is very casual and uninhibited.

The adult Taoist priest waved the dust in his hand, deliberately straightened his face and said: "Immeasurable view, you are not a monk!" And it's a sin to be fishy! ”

The young Taoist priest couldn't help but laugh when he saw his senior brother's unbearable appearance, and laughed: "Haha! Senior brother, your mouth is more greedy than mine, when the master is still there, who is always punished for facing the wall? ”

"Okay, I dare to expose my brother's shortcomings, I think someone has no luck tonight!" The adult Taoist priest raised the cloth bag in his hand and said.

"Don't, senior brother, are you bullying me again? I'm going to call the master, the master ......" the young Taoist priest shouted loudly in the direction of the mountain.

The adult Taoist priest looked at the direction of the little junior brother's shouting, and his whole body was shocked: "Oops! Little junior brother, stop shouting! Master...... You've already been riding the crane immortal tour, so don't make any more noise to his old man's house. ”

"Hey! Giggle...... Senior brother, do you dare to bully me? ”

The little Taoist priest is very complacent, this "nirvana" is on this mountain, in this Taoist temple, it is really a hundred tests.

The unknown mountain where the two Taoist priests are located and the unknown Taoist temple, there were originally three Taoist priests, the original owner of the Taoist temple called himself: "the 56th generation of the Suishan faction", he died in October last year, and the remaining adult Taoist priests are big apprentices, just thirty years old, named "Liu Daoxing". The young Taoist priest's age is unknown, he should be about fourteen or fifteen years old, and his name is "Jiang Fan".

Why is Jiang Fan's age unknown? That's because his background is unknown. Jiang Fan is a homeless child adopted by Liu Jingchun, the original owner of this "Suishan Taoist Temple", when he traveled five years ago.

When Jiang Fan was adopted, he was very miserable, his previous memories were basically all missing, and he was a little delirious, ignorant all day long, full of "strange words".

Jiang Fan, who has lost his memory, doesn't know his life experience, doesn't know his age, but fortunately he can remember his name.

Jiang Fan's Taoist temple in this mountain, after being carefully cared for by the old Taoist priest and his senior brother for nearly half a year, returned to "normal". I don't talk nonsense anymore, my body is slowly becoming healthy, and the key is that the whole person becomes lively and cheerful.

In the mountains in autumn, the night is very cool. In front of the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, the fire light from the bonfire is very warm, in front of the bonfire, there are two Taoist figures, one big and one small, and there are two fat chickens on the fire, and the oil fragrance of the roast is overflowing.

"Senior brother, are we really going to leave the Taoist Temple?" The little Taoist Jiang Fan stared at the cooked roast chicken with his eyes, and asked with his chin in his hands.

"Hey, little junior brother, this mountain is becoming more and more unlivable, almost all the people in the village under the mountain have moved to the city, and the incense in the temple has been broken for half a year this time, and there is a lack of offerings, and the Taoist temple cannot last long." Adult Taoist priest Liu Daoxing's face showed a sad look.

"Oh, senior brother, isn't it bad that we abandon the Taoist temple like this and don't guard the master?"

"Hmm...... No, Master said when he was there, the Dao heart is there, and you can practice there. Master also mentioned it before leaving, and he doesn't want us to stick to this temple. Especially you, junior brother, Master still hopes that you can retrieve your memories and find your own origin. ”

only vaguely remembered a name, and didn't know his life experience, which always made Jiang Fan very confused.

"Poof!" The fat of the chicken dripping down the sparks splashed in the bonfire, carrying the aroma of the chicken being roasted, pulled Jiang Fan back from his thoughts.

"It smells so good! Let's eat! Little junior brother, which one do you want? If you don't pick again, the senior brother will take it first! ”

"Don't! I'll pick first! I'll pick ...... first."

"Haha......"

The silent mountain tops, the peaceful Taoist temples, the cheerful words of the two Taoist priests, one big and one small, floated to the mountains, and there were bursts of echoes.

In the early morning, Jiang Fan's voice came from the wing room of the apse of the Taoist temple, "Where is this?" Are you going to wait for me? Who are you? Yes...... No! No! ”

"Little junior brother, little junior brother...... Wake up! Liu Daoxing grabbed his junior brother Jiang Fan's shoulders and woke him up from his dream.

"Senior brother, it's you...... It's dawn...... Practicing again? Jiang Fan rubbed his hazy eyes, and he looked ignorant when he just woke up.

"Little junior brother, are you having nightmares again?"

"Hmm...... It seems to be, senior brother, do you say that the world in your dream is real? ”

"How can dreams be taken seriously? What a child's talk! ”

"But the world in my dreams seems to be very real......"

"Don't be verbose! Get up and wash up, don't be lazy again! Every day's morning and evening classes and the cultivation of "Zhizhen Lu" still have to be done on time! Senior Brother Jiang Fan gave him a skull to give him a "chestnut".

"Got it! The master is gone, and the senior brother still asks for so much......" Jiang Fan muttered.

"Verbose? Our Suishan Sect's Taoist Exercise "Zhizhen Lu" is the best for you to practice, Master said before his death, we have been following the Mountain Sect for a hundred years, only you can cultivate it completely! Supervising your daily practice is an important task that Master has entrusted me! Liu Daoxing said with a serious face.

Senior Brother Jiang Fan was very strict with him except for this daily necessary practice, but he was very accommodating to Jiang Fan in everything else.

Jiang Fan's remaining veins of this branch of the Daomen actually belong to a branch of the "Suishan School". According to their preacher master, the patriarch of the Suishan sect was Liu Chuxuan, one of the "Northern Seven Truths" of the mainstream Taoist sect of Huaguo Taoism, Liu Chuxuan, so their inheritance has a great origin.

Master Jiang Fan has always regarded himself as the orthodoxy of the "Suishan School", and although the inheritance has been down, the "Zhizhen Lu" that Jiang Fan and their daily practice has always been considered by their master to be the real true transmission of the Suishan School, and it is the true "true meaning of the Tao" that the ancestor adheres to the whole truth of the Tao to pursue the "Yang God" and the "true nature is immortal".

Jiang Fan's frequent "nightmares" have a lot to do with his memory loss before the age of 10. The world in his dreams will be so real because of the reappearance of his past experiences.

Is it this life or past life memories? Jiang Fan himself doesn't know, and others don't know it.

Why is Jiang Fan's Taoist "Suishan School" practice more spiritual than ordinary people? Maybe it has something to do with his complicated origins.

Liu Daoxing looked at Jiang Fan, who was in front of the Taoist temple, blending into this mountain scenery, and forgetting himself, practicing Jiangfan.

"Hey, I'm going to take my little junior brother down the mountain, and the time for joining the WTO that the master said should be now. Perhaps, I can find the memory clues of the little junior brother in this mortal world, and I hope that the little junior brother can find his own life history and find his true self......" Liu Daoxing sighed faintly.

Dreams are illusory, reality is real. Life, a big dream of the void, who can tell the difference, how is it illusory? When is it true?

Jiang Fan, this young Taoist priest is going down the mountain, and he is about to merge into this rolling red dust, what kind of life will the world bring to this young man?