In the Shenzhou Continent, there are many bizarre legends, but the most talked-about one is still about Xiyang.

It is said that this soil is the second continent, boundless, "Classic of Mountains and Seas" recorded: "The flood is monstrous, the land of the emperor is stolen by the flood, and the emperor does not serve the emperor's life, and the emperor ordered Zhu Rong to kill the fish abyss." ”

At this time, in the place where the legend of Kun (gun) was killed, there was a mountain bag with an altitude of five or six hundred meters, and on it stood a minimalist Taoist temple, why is it said to be a minimalist style? This Taoist temple is built with adobe bricks and green tiles to build a small mountain gate with a dougong arch, and there is a plaque full of traces of time hanging on the door, and the three big characters of Guiyuan View can be vaguely seen on it.

Entering the door, it is a half-person high round tripod, a wisp of green smoke in the tripod seems to be nothing, indicating that the incense in the view is not endless, surrounded by adobe courtyard walls, the main hall is also an adobe structure, a section higher than the gate, compactly divided into three rooms.

There is no statue of the Sanqing god enshrined in the main hall, only on the main wall, there is a mixed yuan two words that I don't know what age and who wrote it, and there is a long case below, there is an incense burner on the case, indicating that these two words are the objects of their worship.

In the Taoist temple, there is an old Taoist priest who is about to die, and a bald little Taoist priest who is about five or six years old and eccentric.

Of course, the bald head of the little Taoist priest is definitely not allowed to be shaved by the old Taoist priest, and a monk runs out of the Taoist temple, who can want this? It was this little Taoist priest who felt that it was troublesome to wash his hair every day, and it was easy to get lice if he didn't wash it, so he still had a bald head, so he secretly shaved his head behind the old way.

He is refreshing, but this Taoist view is nondescript.

I don't know how many times the old Taoist priest who was sitting on the threshold of the main hall and basking in the sun leaning on the door frame told the bald little Taoist priest about it, but the little Taoist priest still listened to it with relish.

"Master, you always say that our Guiyuan view is a remnant of the era when the great god Kun (gun) controlled the water, but why is the inheritance almost broken now? If you hadn't picked up my orphan six years ago, I'm afraid you wouldn't have even been able to receive an apprentice. ”

"Who doesn't have a few unfilial sons in the family." The old Taoist priest sighed for a long time: "We also had a prosperous incense, but later those who were able to split up and stand on their own, and those who were not able left the Guiyuan Temple after the disaster, and passed it on to your ancestors of the previous generation, and it became a single transmission, and the inheritance was broken hundreds of years ago." Now there is only one method of breathing called divine guidance, and no one has cultivated it yet. Ay! - I hope you get something. ”

I don't know how many generations the ancestor of the previous generation in the mouth of the old Taoist priest is, anyway, the confused master teaches, and the confused little bald Taoist priest learns.

The old Taoist priest replied for a while and said: "According to the ancestral fax, it is said that among the mixed elements of this main hall, there is the treasure of my Zhenguan of Guiyuanguan, and I got it。。。。。。 After a long time, the old Taoist priest said: "If you get it, it will be very beneficial." ”

The co-author of this old Taoist priest is also hearsay, and the ancestors faxed it, isn't that the last word.

"Master, is it too early for you to give me your last words? Five years ago, you were in this situation, so you pulled me in front of me and confessed your last words, and after a night, you said, in our yard, thieves are rarely patronized, what is worth nagging. ”

The old Taoist priest seemed to be accustomed to the tone of the little bald head talking to him, and he was not angry when he heard the words, and said happily: "If you can live, who doesn't want to live for a few more years, but I have a feeling, I'm afraid I can't survive this winter, after I feather, if you really can't support the façade, go to the Guiyuan Sect thousands of miles away, their ancestor Gui Buyi is my Guiyuan Guan out, the name is still given by the ancestor, and now a huge mountain gate has been set up, reading the love of the year, I will take you in." ”

The little bald head nodded, he is not pedantic, it is better to have someone to take in than to suffer here.

The name of this bald little Taoist priest is Lu Xiaohao, and he was given by the old Taoist priest.

Because Lu Xiaohao was placed at the door of the Taoist temple, he was found by the old Taoist priest who got up early in the morning to clean the courtyard and took in the orphans.

Although the old Taoist priest took him in, he still cautiously visited the surrounding area for a few days, making sure that there were no outsiders in this place recently, and there was no situation of the great monk killing nearby, so he was relieved.

The old Taoist priest saw that the baby was white and handsome, and he was too lazy to spend more brain cells, and Lu Xiaohao didn't have anything on his body that could show his identity, so he let him follow his surname, and casually named Lu Xiaohao, hoping that he would be good and that the Taoist temple would be good. In the future, someone will inherit the mantle, and the old Taoist priest will be beautiful.

Before meeting Lu Xiaohao, the inheritance of the Guiyuan Sect has always been the heart disease of the old Taoist, the small door and small household, not popular, if it is not for the fact that this Taoist temple is old enough, there are still people to take care of it, it is estimated that this place has already turned into a barren.

The old Taoist priest is now old, and what he is most afraid of is death, and after December, the old Taoist priest suffered another year.

But on the third day of the first lunar month, there was a heavy snowfall and an accident occurred.

The old Taoist priest got up at night and went to the pit, slipped and fell under his feet, and he couldn't afford to fall ill, and he was feathered after half a month. Lu Xiaohao was extremely sad, although the old Taoist priest was already very old, but he was also a companion when he was alive.

With the help of nearby hunters, Lu Xiaohao put the old Taoist priest into the ground.

Late at night, Lu Xiaohao sat alone on the futon in the main hall, staring at the word mixed yuan on the wall, thinking about the past with the old Taoist priest and his future way out.

I don't know if he was thinking about it or his eyes were dizzy for a long time, he seemed to see a dark light flowing at the bottom of the bottom of the three points of water on the left of the word "mixed" on the wall.

Lu Xiaohao thought that he had been staring at the wall for too long, his eyes were spent, he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes to look again, but there was nothing, he was extremely bored, he jumped on the incense case and lay on the wall to look carefully.

For this kind of evil behavior, if the old Taoist priest is still there, he will have to beat him, just kidding, no matter how much the Guiyuan view declines, the majesty of the ancestor cannot be blasphemed.

Lu Xiaohao pouted his ass, touched his left button and right, froze his hands on the cold wall, there was nothing, and he tossed for a long time and still found nothing.

"It looks like I'm really dazzled." He jumped off the incense case in a dejected manner and walked towards his own grass nest in the corner, the reason why he slept was a grass nest, in the words of the old Taoist priest, it was soft and warm, in fact, Lu Xiaohao knew that this girl just had no money.

Thinking back to all the things with the old Taoist priest, I fell asleep in a daze, and it snowed heavily at night, and in some places it was almost waist-deep, and the roof beams of the hall that had been in disrepair for a long time occasionally made a creaking sound that was difficult to bear.

Lu Xiaohao slept soundly, and in his dream he saw the old Taoist priest again, I don't know why the two of them were fine a moment ago, and suddenly the old Taoist priest changed his face and chased him with a bald tail dusty buttocks, wanting to teach him a lesson for the evil deeds of disrespecting the ancestor just now.