The old lady did not give up and continued his great cause of training.

Zhao Ping patiently explained while stopping his mother's evil hand: "Mother, this is an advertisement, it must be easy to understand, understand?" ”

"What kind of advertisement, if you don't explain it clearly, you will let your mother know what family law is?"

Zhao Ping's ears continued to feel pain one after another, so he had to lean his head and cover his ears and said: "Mother, advertising is to advertise widely, that is, to let the fairy soap be told by the general public, referred to as advertising." Since it is an advertisement, it must be easy to understand, and its efficacy can be known through advertising. Mother, take a look to see if you have made people understand its cleansing and beauty effects. ”

That kind of mother was not so easy to be fooled, and the evil slender hand still did not stop, "No, if you don't give your mother an explanation today, you will let your mother know what family law is." ”

Zhao Ping looked at the scenery outside, today's dark clouds are like ink, and a heavy rain last night brought spring back to the original shape of winter, thought about it, and said in his mouth:

"Momo dark clouds and cold rain lines, heavy ancient trees and no buildings. The remnant candle is sleepless, and a cluster of saffron is spring. ”

The mother recited carefully a few times, then changed the direction of the battle, and gently touched Zhao Ping's forehead with her finger: "So-so, but I can still compromise, I will spare you for the time being." ”

The mother suddenly frowned, looked at Zhao Ping and asked, "How did you find this Dafa of fairy soap making?" ”

Zhao Ping raised the peach wood sword in his hand and pointed in the direction of Chaoyang Cave, and said solemnly: "It was the immortal of Chaoyang Cave who told me." ”

The mother thought about it, bowed three times in the direction of Chunyang Cave, and then said: "Chunyang Cave helped Ping'er, I have to go to Chunyang Cave tomorrow to thank the gods." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Ping couldn't help but think to himself, the immortal is a basket, maybe anything can be filled into it, but he has to make this lie so convincing.

The next day, the mother who had not rested well all night, covered her eyes with dark circles and makeup, and led Zhao Ping to the Chunyang Cave on a mile of road, followed by the housekeeper Wu Jie's family and two maids, whose burdens and boxes carried a full set of sacrificial supplies such as pigs, chickens, fish, biscuits, and wine.

Due to family difficulties, pigs were replaced with pigs with heads and tails.

There is a unique Taoist temple next to Zhaojiazhuang, which is the Pure Yang Cave in the Pure Yang Mountain next to it, and it is said that Lu Dongbin has practiced here.

On the way to Chunyang Mountain, green wheat seedlings and yellow rape flowers are intertwined on both sides, and happy bees are constantly dancing among the rape flowers.

Suddenly, the sound of "chirping" came from far and near, and it turned out to be a few swallows passing over Zhao Ping's heads.

The shepherd boy's flute sounded slowly, the children were mowing the grass in the fields to find vegetables, the farmers were digging the ground with their hoes, the yellow ducks were quacking and chasing in the fields, the big white geese were walking slowly on the avenue with their heads held high, and the chickens were looking for food in the bamboo forest.

This situation reminds Zhao Ping of Meng Haoran's "The Old Man's Village" and Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia", which is indeed a paradise scenery.

Zhao Ping's eyes passed through the stone path of the green bamboo, but saw that the bamboo tops were hidden, and a small arch bridge appeared and disappeared, the arch bridge separated the bamboo forest and the pine forest, and divided into two branches here, one continued to stretch into the distance, and the other pointed directly to the Chunyang Cave.

The breeze blows, the bamboo tips dance lightly, and the arch bridge is faintly revealed.

There is a small waterfall next to Chunyang Cave, even if the weather is dry now, a small amount of water splashes straight down, along the mountain through the small bridge, and flows to the Lijia River with a small stream ditch through the field.

Zhao Ping also saw a few white cranes circling by, and then stopped next to the waterfall, which made it even more immortal.

About the height of the person "Pure Yang Cave" three big characters, under the illumination of the morning sun, Zhao Ping is also faintly visible after the golden light shines for a mile.

On the road, Zhao Ping also saw many good men and women passing by worshipping at the top of the Chunyang Cave, and piling incense to the Chunyang Cave.

Zhao Ping couldn't help but sigh in his heart, there is a scene full of vitality here, which can't be said to be poetic and picturesque, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Zhao Ping was looking at the scenery in his eyes, and in his heart, how to fulfill the lie of his own fictitious immortal in Chunyang Cave.

In the midst of Zhao Ping's anxiety and worries, they had unknowingly come to the foot of the mountain.

Among the dozens of people, some teenagers glanced at Zhao Ping, the sick man, with a sneer in their eyes.

A very sturdy young man looked at the stairs, then at Zhao Ping, squinted at him and asked contemptuously, "The sick seedlings are also coming for the assessment?" I don't know if I can climb up, right? ”

From the foot of the mountain to Chunyang Cave about fifteen zhang, the path is all stone steps, the slope is very steep, and the stone steps are a total of 9981 steps!

This is difficult for normal people, let alone Zhao Ping, who is sick.

After resting for a quarter of an hour, Zhao Ping, who had no way to retreat, gritted his teeth, opened the firewood gently with a "squeak", and resolutely embarked on the road of worshipping the gods regardless of the ridicule of others.

Less than halfway up, the sweat on Zhao Ping's forehead came out like rain, covering his eyes, and his eyes were hazy.

He really wanted to stop climbing the stairs and really wanted to sit down and rest, but he finally bit his teeth and bit his lip and continued to climb the stairs.

My mother has always been on the same stone level with Zhao Ping, although she was out of breath and kept wiping Zhao Ping's sweat with a sweat towel, she didn't have the slightest intention of persuading him to rest, just said some words of encouragement.

Later, Zhao Ping felt that his steps were as heavy as stones, and it was difficult to lift each step, but he kept saying words of encouragement to himself in his heart, gritted his teeth and continued to climb.

Finally arrived at the Chunyang Cave, Zhao Ping had to gasp for breath and sit down to rest.

Zhao Ping saw that there was also a large platform in this cave, and there were more than a dozen Eight Immortal tables, chairs and stools in one corner, and there were already many believers resting here.

There are also more than 20 cave halls on this floor.

The Sanqing Hall is naturally the middle.

On the left side of the Sanqing Hall is the Lingxiao Hall where the Jade Emperor's Queen Mother and her ministers are located, on the right is the immortal hall of the group of immortals such as Chang'e, Erlang Shenyang Chun Baixue, etc., and on the left side of the Lingxiao Hall is the Earth Immortal Palace, which is closely related to the ordinary people The land father-in-law, the stove prince, the god of wealth and the earthly immortals.

Sure enough, it is worthy of being the Pure Yang Cave, this pure Yang son of the God of Medicine, Lu Dongbin, has a large Pure Yang Hall on the right side of the Lingxiao Palace.

Under the leadership of his mother, Zhao Ping also wiped it clean, straightened his clothes, and brought sacrificial incense, candles, and paper money to worship the gods and goddesses.

When Zhao Ping finally came to the statue of Lu Dongbin, a pure Yangzi with immortal wind bones, he found that there were already dozens of people surrounding here, most of them were teenagers under the age of fourteen, looking at the front and thinking hard.

Seeing Zhao Ping, they were all dumbfounded, they didn't expect that a child like a sick seedling would be able to walk up!

After all, even if they walked up, they were all exhausted, panting, and sweating profusely.

They thought that Zhao Ping was carried up, but when they looked, there was no sedan chair, and there was no shoulder (slide bar)!

Obviously, Zhao Ping climbed up on foot completely on his own ability.

Zhao Ping even saw Wang Ziyi, a prodigy in Wangjia Village.

Wang Ziyi was a little surprised when she saw Zhao Ping, and finally thought of Zhao Ping's performance a few days ago, and understood in her heart.

He nodded slightly to Zhao Ping, and made a gesture of invitation, sure enough, he was born in everyone, and his bearing was indeed good.

It's just that the sneering young man at the foot of the mountain saw Zhao Ping coming, and his sarcastic smile became even stronger.

When these teenagers saw that a sick boy had also come in to solve the problem, their faces showed a look of stunned and disbelief.

The sarcastic young man even asked, "Sick seedling, in the past three hundred years, no one has ever been able to answer this verse, do you want to try it too?" ”

Zhao Ping smiled bitterly in his heart, he couldn't answer and there was no way, otherwise how could he explain to his mother.

When the teenagers saw an ugly appearance, they also came to explain, curious to get out of the way.

Zhao Ping found that on the yellowed hemp paper on the right side of the statue was written a vertical banner of four lines and sixteen characters of dragon and phoenix dance, which seemed to be a poem but not a poem:

"Tai Chi gives birth to two instruments, and two instruments give birth to four elephants. When was Dao Dao born? When will the Tao be completed? ”

There is also a desk and stool next to it, and there is pen and ink inkstone on the desk, which is obviously intended for the person who interprets the verse.

Zhao Ping thought to himself, it seems that in order to round out a lie, do you have to tell more lies?

But the current assessment must be solved, otherwise the matter of saying that he is a disciple of the gods will have to be revealed by his mother.

Zhao Ping read and read, his eyes kept staring at the words, and suddenly he didn't move.

Seeing Zhao Ping's obsessive state, his mother didn't dare to wake him up, so she had to find the housekeeper Wu Jie.

Wu Jie walked a few steps and said as if he had realized something: "Didn't Xiao Langjun say that he met an immortal? Maybe it's an opportunity for edification. ”

Sure enough, it's not easy to be an immortal disciple, even the housekeeper in his own family is also guessing in this regard!

It's just a physical assessment, I didn't think of an intelligence assessment!

And it's a puzzle that no one has answered for hundreds of years!

Zhao Ping pondered for about a pillar of incense, and finally came to the desk and sat down.

Suddenly, they all stretched their necks, and dozens of pairs of eyes shot at Zhao Ping together, as if they didn't believe that this sick man could answer it.

Zhao Ping slowly grinded the ink while thinking.

After a pillar of incense, under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, Zhao Ping began to write slowly.