This trip to Wudang can be cultivated so carefully by the great people of Wudang, although Chen Letian does not say it, he is very grateful in his heart. He was thinking that after this period of cultivation was over, he would have to repay these great people with some benefits.

The great real people of Wudang are really too poor, so poor that they are famous all over the world, and they can't afford a new robe every year.

Chen Letian has been in Wudang Mountain for so long, and he has never seen a big real person wearing new clothes and new shoes, and if you look at it, it is all a bunch of patches. The food is also very ordinary, most of them are vegetables grown by the Wudang Taoist priests themselves, and the rest are pickled dried goods sent by the people.

As for the residence, the residence of each great real person is not small, but it is a pity that there are not many valuable things in the house, and even the bed is old and broken things that have been passed down for many generations.

As for the line, let alone mention, the great heavenly masters of the grass house are all riding horses or ox carts, but the great people of Wudang Mountain are good, and the journey within 300 miles is all on foot. Chen Letian has been in Wudang for a few months, and he has never seen a horse, if he hadn't heard someone say yesterday that his master bought a horse for Wang Chongyang, who was going to travel far away, he would not have even heard the word horse.

But in the final analysis, Wudang is not poor, and there is a lot of silver in the treasury, but those silver are used to do the so-called business of the great people.

And the private money bags of the Dazhen people are shriveled and pitiful.

You must know that Xu Xiaoxu Dazhen, who has the highest rank in Wudang, even his favorite Jiannan Yaochun, can't drink it once a year with the silver in his own pocket, it is conceivable that in addition to being famous and prestigious, this group of Dazhen people is really a poor person who has to weigh even inviting someone to eat a drink.

Chen Letian felt sorry for them when he looked at them. What age is this, the Great Song Dynasty is rich and the people are strong, especially around the capital, the real natives, who will be really poor?

Do you need such hardship and simplicity?

It's no wonder that the people of Longhu Mountain on the side of Liang always mock Wudang's petty family and Wudang's poverty openly and secretly, this is not groundless.

So Chen Letian was thinking about whether to send hundreds of thousands of taels to Wudang when he went back, as pocket money for the master and uncles, and to buy a few new clothes. However, they are afraid that they will not want it, and it is even very likely that they will beat him up, and then throw him into the Heavenly Dao Forest for him to reflect on, which is very troublesome.

Of course, Chen Letian is now inseparable from Wudang. He is a closed disciple of the Great True Sect and is already a member of Wudang.

No matter how much he repays, it is not enough.

It is said to be a reward, but in fact, it is just a matter of doing your best.

In the future, there will be a better chance, and even, if necessary, he can live and die with Wudang. One day is a teacher, one day is a father, one day is a disciple of Wudang, and all his life is a disciple of Wudang.

I am very fortunate that after I was admitted to Qingtian Pavilion, I was favored by the real people of Wudang, and I was able to worship under the master of the great real people that many people dreamed of. And among them, how much of a role the general played, Chen Letian didn't know, but what is certain is that if it weren't for the general's words in the middle, I am afraid that the master of the great real person would not accept himself as an apprentice no matter how much he appreciated him.

After all, the master of the Great True Sect has confiscated apprentices for more than ten years, and Jianghu has already tacitly acquiesced that he no longer accepts apprentices.

Chen Letian now thinks about this incident, and it can only be attributed to his own luck.

It is often said that when luck comes, you can't stop it, and this is really true.

From the moment he was rescued by the general and joined the Northern Army. From a small orphan who lost his parents, to today, a disciple of the Qingtian Pavilion Cultivation Institute, a disciple of the Wudang Sect, and a confidant of Li Rongsheng, the commander of the Northern Army, along the way, he has met so many nobles and so many people to help him. What is there not to be satisfied with? The blessings that others can only cultivate in a few lifetimes have all come to oneself.

Chen Letian felt that he had made any great merits in his previous life, at least saving hundreds of thousands of people's lives, so that he could have the blessings he has in this life.

Today is Mu Day, and the personnel of the Great Song Dynasty government are all on the fourth day off, and they have a day off for four days.

A long time ago, the imperial court designated this day of rest as Mu Ri, just to give everyone home to bathe and wash their hair, so it was called Mu Ri.

Over the years, Mu Ri has gone from a ten-day rest at the beginning, to a seven-day holiday, and now, it has reached a four-day holiday. This kind of evolution represents the prosperity and strength of the Great Song Dynasty and the perfection of the imperial court institutional system, because it runs freely on weekdays, and everyone does their own things step by step, so that they can take turns to rest for four days.

Because it is Mu Ri, there are many more people who come up to the mountain to make incense than usual.

There are at least five or six hundred people in front of Qiongtai Temple, if it weren't for the large enough open space outside Qiongtai Temple, so many people really couldn't let go.

"The sun is out, not bad. A son-in-law brother dressed luxuriously and wearing white jade on his waist looked up at the sky and said with a smile.

The man was very young, and he came down the mountain with a fat horse, gave the horse to the servant to graze and graze at the bottom of the mountain, and came up on foot. All the way to Qiongtaiguan, the servants around him were tired and out of breath, but he seemed to be fine, and he seemed to be in good health.

The attendant next to him answered: "Childe went up the mountain, of course the sun came out." ”

The noble son laughed and said, "Your sycophant still needs to be improved." ”

Before the words fell, the noble son sighed, it turned out that an eight or nine-year-old child passing by next to him walked without paying attention and stepped on his foot.

The kid looked up at your son, and hurriedly said, "Childe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." ”

"Blind!" the attendant grabbed the child by the collar and lifted the child up.

At this time, the child's father came over panting, dragged the child from the hand of the noble son's entourage, and said, "Don't be afraid, son!

"You are his father? He stepped on my son's feet, look at it, a pair of white boots inlaid with gold and jade have been stepped on with footprints, can you afford to pay for it?"

The child's father looked like an honest farmer, and when he saw that the young man was dressed luxuriously and the entourage around him was like a wolf, he panicked and said to himself: "The child accidentally stepped on your shoes, I am here to say sorry to you, sorry to the child." But you can't hit a child. ”

"Who the hit him, he stepped on someone and wanted to run, so I grabbed him. The entourage glared at the farmer, and several other retinues behind him stepped forward one after another, ready to do it at any time.

The noble son looked at the Wudang Zhangzhen who was setting up a fortune teller in front of Qiongtai Guan, turned his head to look at the scared appearance of the father and son, and suddenly showed great compassion and was too lazy to talk to this poor man, waved his hand and said, "Forget it." ”

The attendant snorted and said to the farmer: "Get out, spare you today, otherwise these shoes will be enough for you to lose your money." With that, the entourage immediately squatted down and carefully polished the shoes of the noble son. The leather boots were easy to wipe off, and the gray marks on them were wiped off in three or two clicks. The attendant blew and touched the jade inlaid on the boots, enviously tight.

The farmer was pardoned, and quickly carried his son into the crowd.

Gui Gongzi looked at the few tables in front of Qiongtai Temple, in addition to the teaching, there were also Zhao Dazhen and Lu Dazhenren.

The table of the three big real people was crowded with people, and the old man of the line of people who unsigned the lot.

The noble prince smiled contemptuously, these people are too ignorant, they can ask for wealth by asking for a signature? Wealth can be obtained so easily? Too naïve and too naïve.

But Daddy is right, the reason why ordinary people are ordinary people is because their way of thinking about problems is too simple, so they are just small people who let others slaughter and mermaid meat all their lives. Because the way of thinking is backward, so the life is also backward, the truth is as simple as that, that's all.

Because of his father, this noble son has been influenced by his father since he was a child, so although he doesn't believe in Taoism, he often comes up to the mountain to incense and send some silver.

In Daddy's words, even if you send some money, you have to give it, after all, we are first-class people in the capital, we don't respect Wudang, and we can't get by in the court and in the saint, and we can't get by in terms of face.

In case this matter is played by a good deed, it will not be good for the saint to see that this dignified scholar family is not polite to Wudang, leaving an impression that the saint does not help Wudang.

Although the saint is wise, he will definitely not demote his father because of this, but it always returns to the saint's heart, leaving a not so good trace.

You must know that now the saint inherits the will of the first emperor and is very good to Wudang, although it is not said on the surface, everyone is united to hold Wudang up and compare the Liangguo Longhu Mountain Grassland, but the court officials, which one does not know the mind of the saint.

Ordinary people don't understand, but the court officials are all shrewd ghosts, and everyone understands this truth.

Therefore, the eldest son of the Shangshu family of the Ministry of Industry often went up the mountain to send money, and each time he made a shot, it was more than 100 taels of gold.

But this noble boy was a little unhappy.

Because of this, he was afraid that the incense money he donated was no less than tens of thousands of taels of gold, but every time he came to Wudang, he didn't see anyone to entertain him, and even those Taoists didn't even have a smile when they saw him, so they just saluted him expressionlessly. There is no indication of the benefits of donating so much money, let alone any privileges.

Besides, even if you put aside the donation of money, this son is also the son of the Shangshu of the Ministry of Works, and the Dazhen people in Wudang have a general attitude towards me, so you ordinary Taoists who eat the incense money I donated, can't you give more smiles?

But there is no way, even if Daddy comes, these Taoists are still so tepid, Daddy can endure it, and he, as a son, must also endure it.