April of the first year of Tianxi

Chuzhou, as the place where the north and south of the Dayu Dynasty meet, the south ships and the north horses, the economy and culture are all beyond the dust, and it has been the feng shui treasure of Zhonglin Yuxiu since ancient times.

Since the founding of the Dayu Dynasty for nearly 400 years, Chuzhou has produced many talents to lead the way, and it is really a place where the Dayu culture gathers.

Although the land of Chuzhou is steaming, the academies and teaching houses are lined up one after another, and the talents are like carp crossing the river, but the scholars all over the world only recognize "Wenyang" as the ancestral court of Confucianism in the world.

Scholars all believe that one side of the water and soil nourishes the spirit of one person.

The wind and sand in the north sharpen the heroic atmosphere of the north, and the smoke and rain in the south also infiltrate the elegant atmosphere of the south.

Chuzhou, which lives at the intersection of the north and the south, because of its prosperous commerce and trade, the local scholars are more or less contaminated with the temperament of a philistine.

Therefore, the Dayu officialdom, whether it is the southern faction or the northern faction, is more or less intimately close to the officials of Chuzhou.

Therefore, the officials of Chuzhou are generally in their own way with the officials of Andong Dao and Longyou Dao.

However, unlike the slightly discriminatory attitude of Confucianism towards Chuzhou, Taoism, as a spiritual belief in the south, has a deep-rooted influence in Chuzhou.

Since the establishment of the Han Dynasty, Daomen has been imperceptibly preaching in the south for nearly a thousand years, and many branch sects have evolved in the succession of the Han, Wei and Jin dynasties.

In the territory of Chuzhou, there are more than a dozen different branches of Daomen.

However, among them, only the Tianyi faction and the Lingyu faction were considered orthodox by the Dayu royal family.

And the ancestral court of the official Lingyu faction in Chuzhou is located.

The ancestral court of the Lingyu sect lives on the bank of Taize, according to a total of fifty peaks, fifty peaks are spread out with the two main peaks in the center as the center of the circle, if you look at it from above, it looks like a natural Taiji diagram.

On each mountain peak is the attic palace, the corridor waist is back, whenever the clouds and mist rise, the Taoist people walk on the corridor between the mountains looming, just like the fairyland on earth.

At dawn and dusk, the mountains are always filled with the smell of aroma and the low sound of prayers, which seem to have the power to wash away all the ordinary energy of these peaks.

And between these mountains, there is a small peak, but there are only four or five bamboo houses, and there are not many acres of fields on the middle of the mountain, and there are patches of bamboo forests under the mountain.

Compared to the fifty fairyland-like Spirit Feather Peaks, this place seemed to be a crude mortal realm.

But this out-of-place mountain was like a nail nailed between the fifty peaks.

In the bamboo hut on the mountain peak, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe stroked the beard on his chin with one hand, and a sleeping child on the bamboo bed with the other.

This person has a meridian bun on his head, and his temples are about a little white, but his facial features are extremely upright, his sword eyebrows are sharp, and his nose is like a gall.

It's just that there is a squeak on the bridge of his towering nose, which is slightly abrupt.

His brow furrowed, thoughtful.

The child on the bamboo bed was full of vegetables at this time, his lips were chapped, and the two horns on the top of his head had been completely scattered, and he looked unkempt.

His smaller body was covered with a garment that had been completely torn into strips of cloth, covered in dirt and patches, and the original material and color could no longer be seen.

At this time, one person pushed open the bamboo door, holding a bamboo tray in his hand, on which were placed a bowl of boiled porridge and two wheat bran cakes.

"Dad, don't you toss this kid, okay? Do you know how to heal? “

The person who came in saw the middle-aged man in the robe with his hand on the child's wrist, and he couldn't help but remind him helplessly.

"You kid knows a! Don't think that the old bull nose of the Lingyu faction has taught you some fur, and you can pretend to be garlic in front of Lao Tzu. “

The middle-aged man in the Taoist robe let go of the child's hand and lectured his son with a disdainful expression.

It's just that this tone and demeanor don't look like a Daoist sage at all, but like a scoundrel in the market.

"Dad, you said that you are wearing a Taoist robe and claiming to be a member of the Daomen, but you open your mouth and nose all day long and close your mouth and smell the Taoist priest, this is disrespectful to the Daomen, if the Sanqing Sage knows that you must be punished!"

"You know the! If there really is a Sanqing Daozun, your father and I have to ask them why they want to punish me like this. ”

The middle-aged Taoist flicked the sleeves of his robe and turned to lie on a bamboo recliner.

The Taoist's son shook his head helplessly, put the tray on the bamboo table at the head of the bed, and carefully stirred the bowl of thick porridge, the curling heat constantly steaming.

"Yu'er! I don't think this kid's face is premature, and I feel that he and I have a master-apprentice relationship. ”

The middle-aged Taoist kept pinching his fingers, and his brows frowned slightly.

"Dad, you are not kind like this, I am your own son, you don't accept me as an apprentice, but let me go to the Lingyu Sect to apprentice. Now you want to take this orphan from Sizhou as an apprentice? ”

The Taoist didn't answer, and looked at his son who was sitting on the edge of the bed stirring the porridge bowl a little gloomy.

If you want to say that this son is actually fourteen or fifteen years old, he was born with red lips and white teeth, but he is a boy and a girl, and his face is much softer than the angular face of the Taoist.

And his limbs are slender, his body is a little thin, and his body is loose, which naturally exudes an extraordinary and elegant temperament.

"Lao Tzu has calculated for you, the fate of your life is the head of the Lingyu Sect. What is in Lao Tzu's belly is not for you. ”

The Taoist gently shook the rocking chair, looking at ease.

"Dad, I'm your biological son, can you not fool me! I don't know your tricks. ”

The Taoist's son pouted and put his hand on the child's wrist.

"Hey, I said that your kid is not big or small, your father and I are really talented and learned, how can it be regarded as a cheat!"

The Taoist sat up from the recliner and was extremely dissatisfied with his son's statement.

"Let's just talk about our Guigu Mountain, I remember my mother secretly told me when I was a child that you won by betting with the head of the family."

The boy who was called Yu'er didn't care.

"Doesn't this mean that your father and I have real talent and real learning!" The Taoist stroked his beard and was triumphant.

"Come on, my mother said back then, when you made a bet with the head of the family, you cheated on you, and you were out of the house." The boy snickered.

"What do you know, it can only be said that the father is witty, and that Yu Zhenzi is a fool. Otherwise, Daomen will compare with those scholars in the court! The Taoist lay back on the chaise longue again.

"That's because my Taoism needs to do nothing, and the purpose of Confucianism is to cultivate one's self and rule the country and level the world, and the court is naturally the home of Confucianism. I'm not here. ”

The boy pulled out a bamboo pole next to the bed and shook it a few times, and one end of the bamboo bed began to slowly rise.

The child on the bed also became a semi-recumbent position, but he had not yet woken up.

"Bullshit, these stinky Taoist priests of Daomen do some things that are not doing their jobs."

The Taoist has a look of hatred that iron is not made of steel.

"You don't wait for more alchemy, write green words, and get the top level of the imperial court, and then engage in more superstitious activities, and jump the gods to burn talisman paper to expand the mass base."

"Dad, you better look at the top of your head, I'm afraid that the Sanqing Saint will really rain thunder and rob you."

The boy ignored his father's crazy words, and he took out a pack of acupuncture needles from the pouch around his waist and carefully pricked them one by one at the child's acupuncture points.

"I'm afraid of a fart, it's not like I haven't been struck by lightning."

The Taoist muttered like a mosquito, but his son did not hear it.

"What's going on outside the mountain now?"

"Hey, now there are thieves outside the mountain, people are displaced, and it is said that some people in Puzhou in the north have begun to organize and openly rebel against the imperial court."

As the boy's needle continued to twist, the child's eyebrows on the bed began to wrinkle, and beads of sweat began to seep out of his sallow skin.

"It's almost over, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao is renewed, and the prosperity of this era is coming to an end, and the Tianfa Killing Machine doesn't know how many innocent people will die in vain in this catastrophe."

The Taoist sighed and shook the bamboo chair helplessly.

"Dad, what do you mean troubled times are coming?"

Although the boy was surprised, the needle in his hand did not stop.

"Since ancient times, there have been changes of dynasties, there are traces to follow and there are rules to check, today as a father, I can talk to you well, and in the future, after becoming a Lingyu Palm, I can also use it to fool your disciples, and I will definitely have the demeanor of a master outside the world."

The Taoist picked up the purple clay pot on the bamboo table and took a sip, and then continued leisurely.

"Since there is history, there have been twelve dynasties since the beginning of Xia, and my Dayu Dynasty is the thirteenth great unified dynasty."

"You've taught me this before, and I remember it."

The movements in the young man's hands did not stop, but he was obviously too disappointed with what the Taoist said.

The Taoist ignored his son and continued to explain.

"However, the first twelve dynasties have all gone through roughly the same process in the process of survival, the change of dynasties is a small catastrophe in a hundred years, and those who have not died in a hundred years can continue to enjoy a hundred years of national fortune, but three hundred years is a big limit, and there are few dynasties in the past dynasties who can pass this number."

"Do you remember any dynasties?" The Taoist asked his son as he spoke.

"Shang, Zhou, Han and I Da Yu Chao" The young man rolled his eyes, obviously the question was very simple.

"So do you remember the years of these dynasties?"

"Xia, 471 years of enjoyment, Zhou, 791 years, Han Dynasty, 407 years. As for my Dayu Dynasty, it has been 394 years since the country. ”

"Yes, but there are two mistakes."

The Taoist got up and pulled out a black wooden board under the bamboo table, then hung the template on the bamboo wall, and casually pulled out a white strip from the bottom of the wooden board.

"The Dayu Dynasty and the Han Dynasty were all interrupted, the Han was divided into east and west, and Yu was divided into north and south. Between the Eastern and Western Han Dynasty, there were fifteen years of puppet emperor reign and two years of warlord melee, so the Han Dynasty only had 385 years. ”

The Taoist wrote on the template the Xia, Zhou, Han, and Yu, the duration of these four dynasties.

"In this way, my Dayu Dynasty has not enjoyed the country for 394 years, but only 382 years." The boy's brow furrowed.

"Yes, the number of changes in these dynasties is actually traceable."

The Taoist knocked on the template with the white strip in his hand.

The young man who was called Yu'er frowned, looking thoughtful.

"Liu Yu, how did I give birth to such a stupid person as you, the family is unlucky!"

The Taoist dropped the white stripe in his hand and sighed and sat back in his rocking chair.

"Could it be that all the dynastic qi numbers have ended up in the number of hundreds?"

"Finally, you can look through the history books, but most of the qi numbers of the dynasty ended in nearly a hundred, and it is difficult to exceed 300 years. The four dynasties of Xia, Shang, Han, and Yu can be regarded as beyond the number of 300. ”

"In the Daozang, it is said that the Great Dao is fifty and forty-nine, is the number of the Tianyan you are talking about the number of the Tianyan in the Daozang?"

"It can be understood in this way, and it can also be said that the number of Tianyan I am talking about is more specific."

"Father, please!" Liu Yu immediately put down the silver needle in his hand and saluted.

The man picked up the white slip in his hand and threw it out.

"Lao Tzu is your father, not those hypocritical stinky bullnoses of the Lingyu faction!"

was smashed by the white stripe, Liu Yu reacted immediately, scratching his head a little ashamed.

"Dad, this is all a matter of habit and nature, and it is usually like this at the master's place."

"Sooner or later, I'm going to drag Yu Zhenzi's stinky cow nose into Chang'an's Yichun Courtyard! The Taoist priest saw if he could still be hypocritical. ”

"Daddy! You'd better fix your morals! ”

"Brother Li, you remember! In the future, don't be as serious as your brother Yu, as Lao Tzu's apprentice, you must learn to be thick-faced and black-hearted. ”

The Taoist said to the half-seated child on the bed.

Liu Yu also relieved himself at this moment and looked at the child on the bed.

Listening to the child's somewhat disordered breath and slightly trembling eyelids, Liu Yu could also see that the child on the bed was pretending to be asleep.

The child, who felt that he had been exposed, could only open his eyes timidly, and he immediately looked around his surroundings.

"Who are you, and where am I?" The child's voice is crisp and timid.

"I'm your master!" The Taoist only responded with five words.

Liu Yu's face was full of black lines, he was completely accustomed to his father's out-of-the-box way of thinking and behavior, but for outsiders, especially the people of the Lingyu faction, it was simply wonderful.

"Don't worry, we're not bad people."

Liu Yu first went to comfort the children who were full of vigilance and panic.

"I rescued you from Sizhou. We are now in Chuzhou. ”

"How do you know my surname is Li?"

After making sure that he was safe, the child did not let his guard down.

"Nonsense, your master and I, as the head of the Guigu Gate, are not easy to come to such trails as Qimen Dunjia, I Ching divination, and plum blossom easy number!"

"Don't listen to my dad's nonsense, I found this in you when I brought you back."

Liu Yu handed him a wooden sign at the head of the bed.

Seeing the yellow wooden card in Liu Yu's hand, the child grabbed the wooden card with a slam hand, and then hurriedly put it into the already shabby clothes.

His urgency was as if the wooden sign was a treasure more important than his life.

Liu Yu can understand this child's behavior very well, because he has seen so wooden cards before.

On both sides of the wooden plaque are written a column of words in small block letters.

On the front reads: First test the spiritual position of Li Gong to inquire about the monarch of the house.

On the reverse side is written: The tablet of the ancestor Li Mu's wife and her daughter's name Xiulian.