In those years, the reason why I didn't listen to my mother's words and moved to live in the county town was that in addition to learning Taoism from the master, I actually wanted to accompany the master more.

Because when I woke up one morning, I saw a small line of writing on the master's head. Wu Zhenqing, ancestral home in Hunan, born in the ninth year of Guangxu of Qing Dezong, is the sixty-third generation of the protector of the legal person, the second generation of Taiyin Guan. The Taoist Innate Wuji Twelve Ways of Venerable Command to Hold the Elders......

The master seemed to sense something, and opened his eyes to look at me. The small lines of writing immediately disappeared in the white light above the master's head.

I remember that I couldn't read the small print on the top of my master's head anyway, even when he was asleep.

The master didn't say anything, he would always come and scold me when I was like this before, but this time he didn't.

I turned around and walked to the door of Taiyin Temple. Tears secretly flowed.

Since then, I have noticed that the master's body has less and less qi, I have found that the master's bed, who has always loved cleanliness, has hair falling out, and when I was drying his quilt, I smelled a smell that scared me, which is only found in the old man in the twilight.

The master sometimes flew to the top of the Taiyin Guan Guan in the early morning when the breeze was blowing to accompany me to practice the purple qi in the east, and our master and apprentice were like that, and he looked at me with satisfaction at the body that I had practiced for ten years.

But I sat at the top of the view, watching the birth of the great day, and my eyes were red.

Now, although my Taoism is not as brilliant as my master, I have learned it well, and all I owe is the heat.

Sometimes I would follow the example of a master standing on the treetops blown by the breeze and looking into the distance, watching the smoke curling from some farmhouses in the distance, watching them rise and rest at sunset.

My relationship with my master was maintained in such silence. I still insisted on my homework every day, but the master rarely came out to practice qi with me, and the qi in his body began to fluctuate uncontrollably from that day on, and would dissipate on its own, and when I woke up the next morning, there was always something destroyed in the Taoist temple.

For example, the candlestick that was cut off, the yin and yang hexagram that turned into fragments, the merit box that ran down the mountain, and the black jade hairpin that was nailed to my bedside one morning.

The master said. He has lived for more than a hundred years, practiced qi for more than a hundred years, has practiced qi to the extreme, practiced to the innate, there are rules in this world, and there is cause and effect, he is invincible all his life, and in his later years, the qi in his body has been so strong that it is somewhat uncontrollable.

The master was afraid that his anger would hurt me, so he asked me to move out, so that he could be quiet and quiet, I didn't agree, the master looked at me for a while, and then moved to the front hall of the Taiyin Temple to live, I was afraid that the master would catch a cold, sometimes get up in the middle of the night to help him cover the quilt, those nights, the master often dreamed, chanting the names of some people, and occasionally hummed a few times like the old man.

But one night, I suddenly heard a loud noise from the front hall, and I hurriedly got up to see what was going on, but found the master sitting on the edge of the bed with sleepy eyes, and the head of the statue of the ancestor was rolling at his feet.

That was the first time I saw the master panicked, he was in tears, saying that the merits of the good men and women that the ancestor had accumulated with great difficulty were destroyed by him, and he pulled me next to him and asked me to kowtow to the grandfather, he said that we have a good seedling in Taiyin, and we will be able to keep the Daozun order in the future, and order the world Xuanmen, and the heart of Kunyu.

The master's body grew old day by day, and sometimes he could not hear him when he was called during the day, and it was then that he began to have a vague memory, often forgetting some things, or confusing some names. Zhuang Hua Demon Talent.

The master's memory is unforgettable when he was young, he has traveled all over China, large and small, and met countless people, big and small, he can remember their names, but now, he sometimes even forgets my name, and after thinking for a long time, he can only call me: "Disciple." ”

The master told me that he had taken in three apprentices before, and the eldest apprentice was a descendant of Confucius named Kong Decheng, who was loyal, talented, and filial.

The second apprentice is called Yuan Menyin, who followed him for eight years when he was a child, and then had to join the army to fight, and then there was no news of him, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The master told me a lot of stories about the senior brother and the second senior brother, but he never mentioned his third apprentice, I don't know why, the master didn't say, and I didn't ask.

The master said that among his apprentices, the highest talent and understanding is Yuan Menyin, but his ambition is too great, the master did not dare to hand over the ultimate method of Taiyin secret art to him, that is, he was afraid that he would do whatever he wanted if he practiced to the extreme one day, but then he regretted it, he was afraid that Yuan Menyin would die on the battlefield, the master said, no matter how strong the Taoist art is, it is no match for the artillery machine gun, unless it is the ultimate method of Taiyin secret art, if he handed over this method to Yuan Menyin, maybe he will not die, maybe now he has grandchildren.

I asked the master what the ultimate method of the Taiyin Secret Art was, but the master didn't say, he said that my qi was not enough, and if I used it rashly, I would definitely lose my life, and I might be devoured to death, and he would find a suitable opportunity to pass it on to me.

The master said that the Taiyin secret technique can reverse yin and yang, change the reincarnation, even he has not practiced to the highest level, so that I must not relax in the future, he said that the number of strange people in the world is beyond my imagination, so that no matter what enemy I encounter, I can not take it lightly, sometimes, wisdom may be more terrible than the power of Taoism.

The master told me to always remember that when I don't fully understand a person, don't look down on anyone, and don't disdain to make friends with ordinary people, sometimes an inconspicuous person or thing may be the key to turning the tide in the future.

At that time, the master would often sit in front of the Taiyin Guanmen, looking at the sunset and flying birds, and sometimes the good men and women in the villages around the mountain would go up the mountain to ask for signs, and they would see the white light emitted from the master's body, and they all said that the old gods were about to ascend to the sky.

Every time I hear them say this, I always feel sad, and I know that the master must be able to hear it, he is aging day by day, and his physical functions are becoming more and more decayed, but he is still much stronger than ordinary people.

Sometimes the master saw me casually use my own qi to smash those mosquitoes, cockroaches, mice and other small things, his eyes showed confusion, but he didn't say anything about me, but once I sat on the Taoist temple and killed a butterfly that flew towards me, the master became furious.

"Okay, you Wang Yang, mosquitoes and rats will bite you, you can just kill them, what is the butterfly hindering you?"

I pursed my lips, I didn't understand why Master made such a fuss and killed a butterfly, just out of fun, not that I wanted to kill a butterfly when I saw it, or that I didn't know that everything in life was life.

The master said: "You kill flies and mosquitoes, because you think it is annoying, killing butterflies is because you think it is small, I am not afraid that you will kill butterflies, nor do I want to educate you that all things are animist, but I am afraid that your ability will become bigger and bigger, when you pinch people to death is like pinching dead mosquitoes, others will not find you, you will become a demon if you regard yourself as a superior person, or even a god." The human heart is a bottomless pit, if you don't think like this now, but it will be imperceptibly affected because of this, and the most feared thing about Taoism is to pass it on to such people! ”

After speaking, the master shook his head, he coughed a few times, and his waist bent down.

I hurriedly went over to support the master, and the master sighed and said: "Your Dao Qi is only the beginning, not yet refined, and the people who came with me at the beginning are all Xuanmen bosses in Guangdong, and you may not be able to get one." They came with me at the beginning, just to know who I will pass on the 12 Dao Orders of the Congenital Wuji, this Zun Decree has been passed down from the first generation of Taoist patriarch Zhang Daoling to the present, almost every person who holds the order can live to be more than 100 years old, or even 200 years old, the Daozun Decree has been hanging above my head for more than 70 years, and I have not yet figured out the mystery, it is a symbol of the Taoist Dazun, everyone in the Xuanmen wants to get it, you are now my closed disciple, many people think that I will pass him on to you, in the dark, When the time comes, if I die, they will definitely rebel in order to compete for the Dao Venerable Order, and you regard all things as dogs, which will not benefit your Dao Qi at all, and no matter how strong you practice, it will not end well in the end. ”

The master said: "Wang Yang, the so-called Tao is natural, if one day, you can bloom with a thought, your Tao will be completed." ”