Walking into the territory of Xiangzhou, as far as the eye can see, the wild Gobi, which is located in the northwest of the land of Hexi, pierces the throat of Xiqiang and Beiban like a dagger, and is the last territory of the eighteen states of Dafeng, Xiangzhou.

A rare kindness came to his face, and the young Ning Xiaochuan grew up in this condition of loess flying sand.

After walking for half an hour, a ruins appeared in front of him, which was the battlefield where Ning Zhi defeated King Chiying among the Eight Kings of the Northern Barbarians.

Ning Xiaochuan came to the edge of the ruins, the ruins were broken, the flying sand in the air was full of the breath of slaughter, walked up the back hillside, and saw that there was a miscellaneous building complex on the back mountainside, there were vendors, small shops, tea stalls and restaurants, and even a storyteller who told the story of the Liguo Gong and the Chiying King.

This site can support a lot of people, and look ahead, there is a tattered Taoist temple next to a few sand date trees, and the Taoist priest in blue and white robes is recruiting pilgrims.

Ning Xiaochuan turned over and dismounted, Xu Ziqian just wanted to open his mouth but was stopped by Ning He raising his hand, signaling Xu Ziqian not to say much, Xu Ziqian nodded, speaking of which, this Taoist temple can be regarded as having some fate with Ning Xiaochuan.

Ning Xiaochuan came to the vendor and bought a handful of Xiangzhou's unique red dried dates, which are big and round, and taste fragrant.

When I was a child, I was very greedy, so Mrs. Ning always put a pot of dried red dates at home, and Ning Xiaochuan stuffed a few when she was greedy.

Gnawing on red dried dates, or the taste of the year, but things are not people and everything, people are no longer the people of the year, bypassing the vermilion paint falling off the outer wall, standing at the door of the backyard, on the back door of the Taoist temple, there is a bright red peach charm hanging from the Taoist gate, the couplet is the ancient text of the Central Plains, the iron painting silver hook, at a glance it is not written by ordinary people, the world is natural, and the filth dissipates.

Ning Xiaochuan crossed the threshold, and at dusk, a group of Qingbai Taoist priests sat on the ground in the Bagua Square of the outer hall, preaching the Dharma, and the elderly Taoist sat cross-legged and meditated, and the Buddha dust was placed on his hands at will.

The young Taoist children are only seven or eight years old, and some of the children who have a temperament are lying on the red railings around the square, because they are in disrepair, and the railings make a squeaky sound, and the older ones are holding the Buddha dust with different expressions, and their eyes are as clear as the stars.

The same is true for bystanders, Ning Xiaochuan did not approach, and he had also heard of the Taoist lectures, but when he went to Wudang in Jingzhou, he didn't catch up with the time, and it was about to be the day of Buddhism and Taoism debate.

Leaning on the red lacquer pillar in the corridor, listening to the Taoist scriptures, the afterglow of twilight was sprinkled, and a few little Taoist priests saw Ning Xiaochuan, bowed their heads, and turned their heads to continue listening to the debate, the small threshold inside and outside the courtyard was only a few feet high, and it could be crossed in one step, but this was the world from one step.

Ning Xiaochuan continued to walk along the wall, and during this time, he met many middle-aged Taoist priests, with calm faces and saluting with one hand.

Ning Xiaochuan politely returned a few salutes, came to the main hall, burned incense and prayed for blessings, for the deceased father and mother, for the three hyacinths who sacrificed at the border, and for himself.

Looking at the sitting statue of Taishang Laojun in front of him, Ning Xiaochuan saw Zhang Duan, who was sitting on the Lotus Peak at that time, and sighed in his heart, re-entering the Dao Gate, can the old man still remember himself.

Ning Xiaochuan tore off the rags, wrapped the injured palm, fastened the rope, and walked forward.

In the main hall, he walked in slowly, and when a few little Taoist priests saw Ning Yanhou, they got up and saluted, just as if he was an ordinary pilgrim.

Ning Xiaochuan sat cross-legged on the futon, and swept to the gilded bronze statue in front of him, and after a while, an old Taoist priest dressed in a green robe and holding lotus dust walked out, the two met, Ning Yan Xiaochuan smiled, the old Taoist priest was stunned at first, and then his eyes were tearful, and he bowed his head gently.

When the prayer was over, the old Taoist priest and Ning Xiaochuan stood beside the Ding furnace next to the Taoist temple, and the Ding furnace that he climbed up and down when he was a child was still standing in the courtyard, and he said in a deep voice, "Daoist, you still remember me!" ”

"Of course, Gongzi is a person who is destined for my Daomen, and Poor Dao naturally remembers it." The old Taoist priest looked old and said quietly.

Speaking of the relationship between Ning Xiaochuan and Daomen, it is not just Wudang's "Xuanyu Neijing".

When he was a child, Ning Xiaochuan was greedy for fun, once the army drove to the ruins, it was late, the army was encamped, Ning Xiaochuan and the old lady were also among them, taking advantage of the old lady Ning's inattention, he sneaked into the Taoist temple, Ning Xiaochuan was three years old that year.

What do three-year-old children do in Taoist temples? In Ning Xiaochuan's words, his mouth is too greedy, go eat some melons and fruits.

And these melons and fruits are the tributes enshrined in front of the Daomen Sanqing, and while it was dark, Ning Xiaochuan took advantage of the tribute fiercely.

After being discovered by the little Taoist priest on duty, the little Taoist priest was taken aback, and Ning Xiaochuan was also bold, and climbed directly to the top of the head of the Sanqing Taishang Laojun, the enshrined golden statue was ten meters high, and he was able to climb up directly It also scared the Taoist of Nagarjuna.

However, at the moment when Ning Xiaochuan climbed the Buddha statue, the moonlight sprinkled down and shone on him, and Ning Xiaochuan's shadow was just projected on the gossip behind him.

The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and finally held the lotus flower in his hand, bowed his head and said: "The Taoist seeks immortality, and he has his own immortals to help him." ”

Later, after learning of all this, Mrs. Ning apologized to the monk Nagarjuna.

Since then, every New Year's holiday, Ning Xiaochuan will let Xu Ziqian take him to this small temple to play, and Ning Zhi has also rebuilt the Taoist temple a little.

However, the monk Nagarjuna said that this Taoist temple was erected here to seek opportunity, and that a large construction project would destroy the opportunity, so he would rather not force it.

Ning Xiaochuan then returned to Yindu until today.

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"Dao Chief, I have something to ask you, you said that I have a relationship with Daomen, not long ago, I met a monk from Faxiang Temple, he said that I also have a relationship with Buddhism, I always feel as if I have been pushed to a road that I am not willing to take since Xiangzhou.

Into the rivers and lakes, into the temple, into the Northern Barbarians, to the current Buddhism, Taoism, until now, I don't know who I am. Ning Xiaochuan said in a deep voice, a little confused and helpless in his tone.

The old Taoist leader held the lotus flower in his hand, looked up at the moon, and said in a low voice: "Young man, do you know that there are hundreds of Taoist priests in this Taoist temple, and less than half of them sincerely seek the Tao and seek opportunities, and most of them are swindlers who are indiscriminate and escape from life.

They don't know what the Tao is, but they still recite the scriptures here, meditate on the Tao, and that's the chance in the world, and if they can live a satisfying life, who wants to come here and suffer these things? ”

Ning Xiaochuan nodded and looked up at the stars in the sky, "In the end, I am still me, but I am no longer the person I used to be." ”

The old Taoist elder bowed his head slightly, "You have a fate with the Daomen, but this fate is not here, but farther away." ”

"Wudang?"

Nagarjuna didn't speak, quietly bowing his head.

Ning Xiaochuan didn't ask, he sat on the steps in front of the Ding furnace, meditating and closing his eyes, perhaps because he was in a Taoist temple, he felt that his inner "Xuanyu Neijing" was running faster than usual.

Purple qi lingered, light and shadow were mottled, Ning Xiaochuan just sat quietly, and there was a faint purple light behind him.

A little Taoist priest held the scriptures and looked at Ning Xiaochuan sitting on the steps in a daze, Ning Xiaochuan behind him came with purple qi from the east, and the golden light on his body was shining, and the little Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, only to see the little Taoist priest come to the bottom of the steps and look at Ning Xiaochuan quietly.

At this moment, Ning Xiaochuan's exploration of the heaven and earth qi machine was close to the realm of heaven and man, and he did not notice the arrival of the little Taoist, and the little Taoist priest was also silent, standing there watching Ning Xiaochuan distracted.

It took about an hour of kung fu before Ning Xiaochuan slowly opened his eyes, and the moment he opened his eyes, the true qi was pervasive, the golden light was turbulent, and the purple qi behind him converged and was subsumed into the dantian.

Looking at the little Taoist priest in front of him, Ning Xiaochuan was slightly stunned, and the little Taoist priest also realized that he might be a little rude, smiled awkwardly, and touched his head, "Big brother, your true qi is so pure." ”

"Huh?"

Ning Xiaochuan couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, ordinary martial artists could judge how much true qi there was, and use it to estimate the strength of the opponent.

However, there are very few people who can perceive the purity of true qi, and generally only the martial artist himself can weigh one or two, how can a little Taoist priest who looks like he is in his early ten years old have such a keen feeling?

Is it nonsense, or is it really a weird encounter?

The little Taoist smiled, "I have been very sensitive to the true qi of martial artists since I was a child. ”

Ning Xiaochuan nodded, smiled lightly, took out a few red dried dates from his cuffs and handed them to the little Taoist, the Taoist temple was in tatters, and he relied on that little incense money to make a living, thinking about the red dried dates, it was estimated that the little Taoist priest had not eaten them a few times.

Therefore, after seeing the red dates handed by Ning Xiaochuan, the little Taoist priest was still a little embarrassed, but seeing that Ning Xiaochuan was dressed extraordinarily, he had never been an ordinary son, and he didn't care about these small money, so he didn't worry about it, but grabbed it and sent it to his mouth.

"What's your name?"

Ning Xiaochuan asked curiously.

The little Taoist priest said while eating, "Qi Huaizhen." ”

"Qi Huaizhen." Ning Xiaochuan muttered, "It's so late, you don't go to rest, I heard that the night ban of your Dao Gate is very strict, be careful of being caught by your master to hit the board." ”

"The master is reluctant to beat me, by the way, big brother, what you just cultivated is the "Xuanyu Neijing"! I have seen it in the house of the Tibetan scripture party, refining the great achievement, but Nirvana transforms, and the true qi rises eastward. Qi Huaizhen said while eating.

Ning Xiaochuan stretched out his hand, a ball of true qi appeared, and the corners of his mouth rose, "You know this?" ”

"Hey, hey."

Qi Huaizhen smiled, but quickly restrained his expression, and with a big brother I left first, so he hurriedly left with the book, Ning Xiaochuan retracted his true qi and looked back, it was Nagarjuna Dao Chief.

Before Ning Xiaochuan could speak, the old Taoist knew what he was going to ask, and said softly, "That kid's future achievements will definitely be above Zhang Xingrui." ”

This is such a bold statement, but Ning Xiaochuan is convinced of it!

This is not Wudang, not Shushan, not the Heavenly Master's Mansion, here is an ordinary small Taoist temple, but how can it not be a top genius.