The night gradually came, and the soft moonlight and the yellowish light were intertwined, pouring on the path of the ancient city of Yixian, and pouring on the dusty robes.

There is no chic dust, only the scorching of holding a peachwood sword; There is no long beard and flowing fairy wind bones, only raunchy righteousness!

The Taoist robed man who was walking on the path was none other than Fang Wenqing.

"Little Fire Snake, Taiji Diagram, Little Girl—" Fang Wenqing muttered to himself, "What is the origin?" I chased down the mountain and disappeared, in case of causing losses to the people of the ancient city of Yixian, I really failed the master's earnest teachings. ”

"Master." Thinking of his master, he was extremely excited in his heart, through the bright moonlight, his angular face was as dignified as a wood carving, but his eyes showed a little sadness and a certain perseverance and perseverance.

Fang Wenqing's thoughts were flying in the sky, as if he had returned to more than ten years ago in an instant:

"Master, please bow to the apprentice." The crisp sound surrounded the inside and outside of the Jade Emperor Hall. Lingxiao Daoist, dressed in Taoist robes, sat on the Taishi chair on the edge of the main hall, silently looking at the apprentice kneeling on the ground.

"Get up, apprentice, from today onwards, I will accept you as an apprentice, I hope you can follow the teachings of the ancestors of the past dynasties, and conscientiously guard every grass and tree here." Ling Xiao Daoren said.

"Yes, follow the teacher's orders."

"I'll give you a road name for the teacher, Fang Wenqing, what do you think?"

"Thank you, Venerable." Fang Wenqing said excitedly.

Inside and outside the main hall, the dialogue between the master and the apprentice was transmitted, the birds sang cheerful songs on the branches, and the clouds slowed down their hurried pace.

Fang Wenqing, a native of Zhuya Village at the foot of Yunmen Mountain, has been herding cattle and sheep for the production team since he can remember, and he never knew who his parents were.

Looking at those life-carved statues of gods, he himself was also drawing them on the ground with a branch pen, drawing their appearance, although it was not like it, but such fun accompanied him through an unforgettable childhood life.

At that time, it was the era of socialist transformation, and the production wind was set off in various places, breaking the four olds, and defeating all the cows, ghosts, snakes and gods, so there were almost no people in the Taoist temple, not even many Taoist priests, only Lingxiao Taoists.

Ling Xiao Daoist saw Fang Wenqing playing by himself, but he didn't say anything, he just did his own homework, and rarely talked to Fang Wenqing, for a long time, Fang Wenqing thought that the old Taoist priest here was a mute.

One day, Fang Wenqing was attracted by a book on the table in the main hall. It was a very delicately packaged book, with some large golden letters, and when I opened it, there were some dense black small characters, but he couldn't read it very well as being illiterate. So I wanted to know what was inside, and once the child's curiosity was generated, he couldn't control himself, so he secretly put the book in his arms, and prepared to go back and ask the teacher in the village.

He looked around, tiptoeing across the threshold of the main hall, his heart just relaxed.

Suddenly, an old voice came from inside the hall: "You can't touch this book."

He was startled, and when he looked back, it turned out to be Ling Xiao Daoren.

I saw that he was wearing a dirty robe, a scarf on his head, a pair of ten-square shoes, a gray beard, a thin face, and a burly figure that looked even taller against the background of the statue.

I wanted to know what was inside, but I didn't know how to read, so I wanted to take it down the hill and ask Mr. Teach. Fang Wenqing explained.

"You don't know how to read, come, I'll teach you." There was a hint of love in Ling Xiaodao's old voice.

So, in his spare time of herding cattle and sheep, Fang Wenqing seriously followed Lingxiao Daoren to learn literacy.

From the interaction between the two, Fang Wenqing learned that Lingxiao Daoist was the head of the Shenxiao faction, but as far as he was concerned, he managed himself, and in addition to meditating, he practiced the Five Thunder Mantra and drew the Five Thunder Talisman in the air. And more often than not, he sits outside, and his eyes are not far away from Phoenix Mountain.

Because there are no pilgrims, the incense in the hall has long been interrupted, Lingxiao Taoist people collected some Chinese medicinal materials, went down the mountain to exchange some cornmeal, dried sweet potatoes and other food, of course, flour can not be changed, that is the times belong to the hot goods, the average people can only eat a meal of dumplings during the New Year, which is also the reason why many children are very much looking forward to the New Year.

The production team also mobilized Ling Xiao Daoren, hoping that he would draw a line with this bull ghost and snake god, but he refused to betray his beliefs and persevered, and the production team did not embarrass him at that time, so he let him live in this hall.

During the time of learning literacy, Fang Wenqing made rapid progress and was able to recognize almost most of the words in the book.

Through the study of the classics of the Shenxiao School, he learned that this school flourished in the Northern Song and Southern Song dynasties, and then gradually declined. In terms of cultivation, the Shenxiao faction takes the practice of the Five Thunder Method as a thing, and practicing according to this method can serve ghosts and gods, cause wind and rain, and eliminate harm and avoid disasters.

He was gradually attracted by the records in the book, especially the mythical stories of slaying demons and destroying demons, which were extremely attractive to children. The idea of apprenticeship arose in his mind, so he expressed his thoughts to Lingxiao Daoren.

Lingxiao Daoist doesn't like this smart and clever child, but the rules of the Shenxiao Sect are too harsh, once you get started, there is almost no room for regret in the future, not to mention that you will face unpredictable risks in the future, and you may even put your life on the line.

"Aren't you just learning from a teacher?" Ling Xiao Daoist said.

"I want to learn the Five Thunder Method and benefit the people of Yidu County." Fang Wenqing said firmly.

"Don't worry, wait until you're older." Ling Xiao Daoist said slowly.

And why didn't he hurry to find a successor to the mantle in his heart. He is getting older and older, and the task passed down by the master does not allow him to wait, he actually wants to find a successor in his heart more than anyone else, but in this social atmosphere of socialist transformation and defeating all ghosts, snakes and gods, it is not easy to find an apprentice. Now it is no more than in the war-torn period, when the people live and work in peace and contentment, they have been able to fill their stomachs, and there are fewer and fewer people who want to become a monk. If you don't have a rock-solid belief in the Tao, even if you get started, sooner or later you will do something that goes against the teacher.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Fang Wenqing's body, the whip in his hand flickered left and right, shouting at the scattered cattle and sheep, and with a few cries of cattle and sheep gradually moving away, the Lingxiao Daoist in the main hall fell into deep contemplation.