Wudang since the death of the old master Wang Chonglou Xian, there is not much incense will be reduced a few points, fortunately behind the archway nearly a thousand old Taoists, middle-aged sacrificial wine and Taoist children are used to living a poor life, the house leaks and sews, the old clothes are sewn, a few depressions of vegetable fields, raise a few cages of chickens and ducks, but there is no resentment. At this time, a young Taoist squatted behind the Xuanwu Dangxing archway and sighed, followed by a few stubborn sweeping Taoists in the nearby Taoist temple, one by one scrambling to ask the Taoist priest to tell some love stories in the book, this story sounds much more interesting than the Taoist scriptures, but it is too desolate, how can none of the men and women in it have a good end, listening to the storyteller next to him said that it is near the end, more and more worried, this is not forced to be pulled by the master with a board to escape the Taoist class and sneak out?

"Uncle Tai Master, why are there so many lantern riddles, wine orders and poems in this book, shouldn't they all be thought up by one person, if it is true, how much knowledge does it take to write this book? It can almost be compared with Uncle Tai Master?" A young Taoist boy who had not worked hard in Wudang Mountain for two years asked timidly, and the little Taoist priest was born with red lips and white teeth, and was very aura. Holding his cheeks with both hands, he looked at the master's master's master's uncle on the side, and it stands to reason that he should have shouted to teach him, but it seems that this master and uncle don't like it very much, so they still shout according to their seniority.

"Nonsense, how can the person who wrote this book have the knowledge of his uncle and ancestor!" A little Taoist priest who entered the mountain a little earlier shot a chestnut, his face was awe-inspiring, and the young Taoist boy who was taught held his head and did not dare to refute.

"It's not nonsense. If this person who wrote the book debated the Taoist doctrine with me, he would not be able to say it, but I am 108,000 miles away from these feelings and loves. This is the reason why there is a specialization in the art industry, and if you study the scriptures with the masters in the future and encounter problems, don't think that what the masters said is right. If I still say that you are wrong, and you are still not convinced, you can also go down the mountain to find a right or wrong, if one day you feel that you have found the answer, I and the masters are wrong, you can go back to the mountain and tell us that we are really wrong, if you find that you are wrong, don't feel ashamed, remember that our Wudang mountain gate will never be closed. The young Taoist priest smiled, rubbing the head of the youngest Taoist priest, and smiled warmly.

"Master Tai Ancestor, I think it's wrong for Master to hit us when he's unhappy, what do you think?" the little Taoist boy asked innocently.

The young Taoist priest laughed softly: "I was beaten a few times when I was a child, but now I know that the Daoist is indeed wrong many times, a few times wrong, over time, I don't care about it, the master and brothers are not temperless saints, it is inevitable that there will be some mistakes." In the past thousand years in Wudang, there have been tens of thousands of Taoist priests on the record, but the sculpture of Xuanwu Tianzun is only one, we, including me, are ordinary people, we have to allow others to make mistakes, we have to make mistakes, we have to make mistakes, don't drill the tip of the horns, then we will not be happy. It's hard to come to the world for a while, always sullen and angry, you are the emperor and general who is high, and it's boring, besides, we are born in the world, glory and wealth or something, it's nothing more than a passing cloud, the road is full of rubble and gold, there is spring in the pill furnace, Wudang is my pillow, my pillow is Wudang, it's enough. ”

An older Taoist priest whispered: "Uncle Shi, I heard that rich and noble families eat meat every day, I am greedy, and I always drool when I am hungry and chanting." ”

The young Taoist priest with the highest rank in the dust smiled and said: "Isn't eating meat every day the same as coarse tea and light rice every day, Qingfeng, Uncle Shi gave you ten steamed buns, the first one tasted delicious, what does the tenth steamed bun taste like?"

The little Taoist priest with a clear wind said with a bitter face: "Ten steamed buns, it's going to die." ”

The young uncle Zu Ha said with a smile: "Yes, this is the principle on the mountain and down the mountain, the senior brother in charge said that the Tao is not as high as the people's hearts, if we are greedy, there will be no end, Lu Zu on the mountain hangs the sword in front of the immortal in Nangong Yuejiao, what is the most powerful sword in the Dao?"

"I heard from the master that you can fly a thousand miles of swords!"

"It must be a demon slayer!"

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The answers were all kinds of strange things, and the young uncle was silent when he heard it, and when the silence came down, he said softly: "Lu Zu seems to have left a three-foot sword, but he actually left Daogen and Wudang, teaching us to use the Qingfeng Sword to cut away troubles, greed, hatred and lust." ”

"Lust?" the youngest Dao boy looked dazed. The rest of the ignorant young Taoist priests all laughed.

"The book I read is called "The Snow in the East Chamber", and some of the men and women who have been skipped in it are just that. The young uncle said with a smile.

"Does the Supreme Master Uncle Ancestor have lust?" the little guy asked.

Without waiting for Uncle Shi to reply, the little guy was beaten by the little brothers and uncles.

The young uncle rubbed his little head for him again, and said softly, "Yes." ”

There was a sound of surprise around him, but no one thought that the young ancestor figure on Wudang Mountain, who claimed to have lust, was not tall, unlearned, and unkind like this.

The young uncle said with a smile: "It's not a bad thing to know that it's not good. This is the same as our Taoist priest seeking the way of heaven, knowing that the Tao is not in my hands, so I want to seek a way. ”

"Uncle Shi, haven't you yet attained enlightenment?" a young Taoist priest asked worriedly.

"It's hard to say. The young uncle said sincerely.

At this time, a group of elderly pilgrims from Yongzhou finally walked more than ten miles of Shinto, panting and came to the archway, and the young Taoist priest immediately got up and beckoned the little Taoist priest around him to help carry his bags. When going up the mountain, the Taoist children skillfully introduce the Wudang mountain scenery and Taoist temple, the old pilgrims probably think that the little Taoist priests are amiable and cute, all show the vicissitudes of life, stop and go, fatigue gradually fades, the young uncle and ancestor know that the descendants of the Tao can not be sent to the top of the mountain, let them go down the mountain first, pick up all the bags alone, the old people don't want to go, the young Taoist priest who doesn't talk much along the way smiled and said that there is no thing to do, the old pilgrim saw him go up the mountain like flowing water, the magical style that can not be said, it is indeed not like pretending to be relaxed, so he is relieved a lot, without the little Taoist, the old pilgrim finally asked a slightly sensitive question, can not avoid the new and old Wudang MountainThe last time these old pilgrims from Yongzhou came to Wudang was more than ten years ago, this time it was almost the last time they climbed the mountain to burn incense in this life, most of them had a good impression of Wudang, but the children and grandchildren of the family were more willing to go to Longhu Mountain, their bodies and bones could not walk, but the words revealed that if they could be 20 years younger, maybe this trip would really go to Longhu Mountain of three national teachers in a row.

When the young Taoist priest with many bags on his back heard this, he didn't speak, but just smiled and looked naïve. In the eyes of the old pilgrims, it is much more pleasing to the eye than trying to say good things to Wudang Mountain.

Walking slowly all the way up the mountain, near the top of the mountain, I met an old Taoist priest who was sitting and watching the sea of clouds to enlighten the Tao.

The old Taoist priest finally recognized the appearance of the young Taoist priest who was carrying a weight up the mountain, and quickly got up and made a respectful look, and said, "I've seen the master." ”

The young Taoist priest smiled and nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.

More than a dozen old pilgrims didn't quite believe their ears, and they all looked at the young Taoist priest who had accompanied them all the way and listened to how Longhu Mountain was so cold in Wudang Mountain.

They did hear that the master of Wudang Mountain was surprisingly young, and a big reason for burning incense on Wudang this trip was that they hoped to meet the new master of the sect.

No matter how Wudang has declined in the past hundred years, after all, it is the Taoist ancestral court that once overwhelmed Longhu Mountain, with the immortal Wang Chonglou Zhuyu in front, for the new head of the sect, the pilgrims are still regarded as immortals.

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