All the way, my father carried me to Kuishan, who was very weak.

The road to Kuishan is extremely rugged and steep along the way. Finally my father was out of breath, and he wiped the beads of sweat with his hands. I think he was extremely tired.

It's a very weak me, and it's hard to breathe, maybe because of the high altitude, I think. Finally, when I reached a relatively gentle cliff break, I almost said to my father, "Dad, let's rest for a while." Besides, it's not far to go up to Yunfeng Tower. "Indeed, our father and son have walked two-thirds of the way, and we are not far from the summit. Looking up at the peak, you can vaguely see the legendary white old Taoist cultivation treasure - Yunfeng Tower.

My father turned his head to look at me, nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, let's rest for a while." With that, he put me off his back. We came to the bottom of a large banyan tree only about two meters away from the cliff, and my father sat down first. He quickly took out the dry food from his pocket, looked up and said softly, "Little Damu, eat some dry food." ”

I stood next to my father, took the dry food he handed him and ate it. The dry food was nothing more than some boiled corn with some sauerkraut, and I ate it without caring about the image. I've been walking for nearly three hours, and I'm really a little hungry.

After a while I finished eating a corn cob, and my father ate it neatly. I wiped my mouth and said to my father with a smile, "It's delicious, now let's go." ”

My father quickly stood up and said to me, "When you are well, go back and ask your mother to cook more delicious food to fatten my good son." Not to mention corn on the cob. With that, my father laughed. It seemed like I had a new hope. It's been the first time I've seen his smile so naturally since the last time I contracted this strange disease, and I'm really happy. Then he flew into his father's arms like a horse. He took me in his arms and then turned his hand and carried me on his strong, broad back. His clothes had already been air-dried during our break, and there was still a faint smell of sweat. But I felt warmth on my father's back, maybe it was fatherly love. I think.

We didn't talk much along the way. But it is obvious that my father's previous depression and sorrow have been swept away. He said to me, "That old white Taoist is a Taoist priest who is extremely high in Taoism today, and his cultivation is extremely high. There are also many acts of righteousness and courage." In short, it means that the old white Taoist is a powerful person, and his cultivation is close to the level of a god. It can be auspicious and foggy, not ordinary and very good-hearted. I only heard my father say that a person and gave him such a high evaluation, I think this person must be extraordinary, at least different from mortals.

Before I was twelve years old, I had no idea that there was a master of the White Old Dao, and I didn't hear anyone talk about it on a mountain on our Spirit Island. I was completely blinded by what my father told me today. But I don't seem to be listening, I should tell everything my father said about the old white Taoist. I "uh-huh, uh-huh", in short, it's just perfunctory and recognizable.

My father still had a hard time going up the mountain, and he told me the story of the old white Taoist, how he practiced, how he became enlightened that day and became a master outside the world, etc. Father was talking, but he fell asleep in a daze, you say it's funny.

But it was true that I was so asleep, breathing evenly, for an hour, two hours. I don't know how long it took, my father and I finally came to the place where the old Bai Taoist practiced, the Yunfeng Pagoda. There is a custom in our country that the most sincere and practical way to ask for it is to kneel down and worship. Moreover, Bai Lao Dao is regarded as the elder of me and my father, and the younger generation worships the elders and goes with the flow, which is natural.

My father knelt under the Yunfeng Tower, and I was also kneeling together. Look at the Yunfeng Tower is extremely majestic and magnificent, the ancient octagonal hanging tower, the front door is about 5 meters high, and the door plaque reads: Yunfeng Tower. The handwriting of these three characters is extremely vigorous and powerful, and I feel that the person who writes this word has thousands of troops and horses in his chest, and he is very courageous, not for the master, nor for the layman. Yunfeng Pagoda is surrounded by cliffs on all sides, towering and precipitous, long pines and big cypresses, lush and green, each with its own posture. Those who live here will enjoy the essence of the world, and these benefits are the best way to cultivate one's nature.

My father and I knelt in front of the Yunfeng Pagoda and waited for the old white man. After about a quarter of an hour, the door finally opened. The man who opened the door for us was an old man, whose eyes were dignified and extraordinary. I can't tell his specific age, although his head is full of silver, he is also so full of energy, and his eyes are bright. He walked out quickly to greet our father and son, and said to my father with a smile: "I can't help it, hurry up and talk about it." When my father heard this, he did not insist, but immediately stood up and helped me to rise with him. Without waiting for my father to say anything, the old Taoist said directly: "The two of you have come from afar, there must be something." Please go back to the house. ”

Hearing this, my father was overjoyed, and felt that there was hope for my strange illness, and the smile was wiped on my father's depressed face. And said with a smile: "Thank you, Old Daoist." ”

"You're welcome, Bai Lao Daoist will do his best. After speaking, the old man invited our father and son back to the house to talk with a posture of "please".

Yunfeng Tower indoors.

After Bai Lao Dao and our father and son sat down, my father was about to open his mouth to speak, but he didn't expect Bai Lao Dao to wave his hand and say quietly: "Brother Wei, junior brother, don't say it first." I already knew about you last night. When I woke up this morning, I knew eight minutes. And as soon as your father and son knelt in front of the gate of Yunfeng Tower, I already knew very well about your Wawei Damu. ”

After listening to the old Taoist Bai, my father asked anxiously: "I want to ask the old Taoist Bai, can my son Weidam be saved?" After about ten seconds, Old Daoist Bai opened his eyes with extraordinary light again. Then he said, "Let me tell you the story of the legend of Lingdao to your father and son." "Before we could speak, he was already telling his story. I thought to myself, this old white Taoist is really not a mortal, this is mysterious and mysterious. He said: "Lingdao is a place where the spirit of war is, that is, more than a hundred years ago, Lingdao launched an inexplicable and terrifying war, and many soldiers sacrificed their lives bravely. And Luo Wengang, the commander of our race tribe, is a brave and good fighter, but he was unexpectedly murdered by the original clan, and it is said that he died unjustly. Because Luo Wengang is also a person who has learned Taoism, he is eighty percent of his soul and wants to find someone to suffer on his behalf. And your baby Dam is extremely weak, and it is likely that she will become the puppet of the war spirit Luo Wengang. ”

After saying this, Old Daoist Bai took a short rest. And when I heard him finish this, I didn't feel a little scared in my heart. My little heart also beat violently inexplicably, and I shivered several times unconsciously.

When the old man Bai finished telling the story about Luo Wengang and the big battle, it was almost six o'clock in the evening. The sky was already slightly dark, and the four fields of Yunfeng Tower were unexpectedly blowing a gloomy and cold wind.

In the end, it was Bai Lao Daoist who gave instructions, and said very calmly: "Brother Wei, junior brother, I think it is better to let you stay in Yunfeng Tower, I will teach him some strong body skills and some cultivation methods." When his physique improves, he will naturally be so wronged and the ghosts will no longer look for him. What do you think?"

Father seemed to have no other choice, so he replied: "It seems that this is the only way, Brother Bai is tired of you." Bai Lao Daoist also said politely: "You're welcome, if any of the people on the island are in trouble, I have the obligation to help." Since your father and son are destined for me today, why don't you worship me as a teacher with your doll Wei Dam, at least you and I have a mutual affection. What do you think?" "Wouldn't it be a good thing for the old man Bai to just say that he would take me as a disciple, I thought to myself. I can not only learn the kung fu of cultivation, but also satisfy my curiosity about Bai Lao Taoist. So I happily said to the old Taoist Bai: "Meet the master!"

Bai Lao Daoist said: "It's really good enough to be alive and well-behaved, I like it! Okay, I'll take you as an apprentice today." At this time, the father who was standing aside naturally smiled.

In the days and nights to come, I will follow my master, Bai Lao Daoren, to learn the principles of cultivation. I never imagined that in the future, I would become the first generation disciple of Bai Lao Daoren, the first person to revitalize Lingdao and open up the Lingdao borderland, dispel evil and promote good, and become a legendary figure of the first great Lingdao that has been recorded in history.