Qiu Jin was rescued by the immovable Zen master, got out of the cage, stepped forward and bowed down and said: "Thank you master, the younger generation is very virtuous!" ”

The short old monk in the big red robe smiled and said: "Lord Qiu, the fate between you and me is destined, the old man has nothing else, I will give you four verses today, are you willing to listen?" ”

Qiujin was interested, and immediately lowered his head and said: "Listen to the younger generation!" ”

The Fudo Zen Master nodded and said slowly: "The fire is scorched, and the leaves fall and are defeated; If you encounter an island, you will lose, and if you split the river, you will open. ”

Four proverbs, a total of 16 words, can be described as mysterious and mysterious, containing great and profound meaning.

Qiu Jin knew that he had gained the benefits, and hugged his fists and saluted, "Thank you for the master's words, the younger generation must remember it!" ”

"Okay, the old man will take his leave, and he will see you again one day."

Fudo Zen Master beckoned, "Yuankong, we should go back." ”

The yellow-clothed monk whose real name is Xing Jiao answered, carried the black iron rod, and followed the master down the mountain.

Qiu Jin lowered his head and thought about the meaning of those four verses, when suddenly someone punched him hard at the waist and eyes, and turned around to see the red-haired and blue-eyed princess of the Western Regions, who was looking at him with an angry face at the moment.

"Why are you still beating people?!"

Qiujin shouted dissatisfiedly.

"You're the one who hits! I've been crushed for so long......"

Ye Yi said with a gas drum, "Come on, will you play pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger in the future?!" ”

Qiu Jin thought for a while, and said with a smile: "You must still play when you play, but you need to be cautious, so as not to encounter something like today." ”

"The surname Qiu, you!"

Ye Yiran saw that he was unrepentant, so he raised his hand and went to fight again.

Qiu Jin predicted her movements in advance, easily dodged, ran to the big chair that had been crushed down, picked up the white tiger skin on the chair, kneaded it with his fingers a few times, his face was full of face, and praised: "It's really a good fur, it's been cold lately, it's not bad to go down the mountain and find a tailor to make a warm fur!" ”

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After descending the mountain, Qiu Jin put on a white tiger fur fur that was in excellent condition and very thick and warm.

This image.

It was hard for Ling Zhen not to think of someone.

A certain old-timer surnamed Ying who is footed with two swords, black and thin like iron, and even Ling Fengge, the eldest sister of the Ling family, has to shout "Master".

Then when the young man in the green robe faced Qiu Jin, he praised it sincerely: "Wearing a tiger skin on his shoulders, the avenue can be expected!" ”

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A gray-haired, withered old man tilted his head slightly.

The old man glanced at the white tiger skin on his body, smiled and nodded, "Boy, the road is wide!" ”

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There were many Taoist factions within the Longshu Dynasty, which can be described as mixed and confused.

However, if it is said that among them, the most powerful is enough to bear the four words "Taoist orthodoxy", it is none other than the orthodox faction.

Zhengyi faction was originally known as Mengwei Dao, dedicated to the god of Taishang Laojun, the founder of the sect surnamed Zhang Mingling, the word Dao Lin, and the number of five buckets of rice real people.

When Zhang Zhenren was nearly 100 years old, he happened to get a copy of the "Nine Ding Dan Method" left by Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor in ancient times in Yunjin Mountain.

On that day, the sky above Yunjin Mountain was covered with brilliant smoke in the shape of a dragon and tiger.

Zhang Ling, who cultivated for a great rise, provoked the banner of founding a sect with the strength of one person.

He first renamed Yunjin Mountain as "Danxia Mountain", and then poured all his wealth to build a towering dojo on the top of the mountain, named "Dragon and Tiger Palace".

Li Er, the ancestor of Taoism, is the god of Zhenjiao, and the Tao Te Ching is the supreme classic, and the "Mengwei Dao" was born.

In the next few years, Zhang Daochang will collect disciples from all over the world, carry forward the culture of Mingwei and good governance, pioneer the "prismal well" technology, and teach the people the method of boiling salt.

With the magic power of rune water, spells, etc., the plague was lifted in many places, and tens of thousands of lives were saved, and all the people in the world were deeply grateful, and they all religiously called him "Taoist saint".

Later, in order to comply with the emperor's will, Zhang Daolin changed the name of Mengwei Dao to "Zhengyi faction", taking the meaning of "Zhengda unification".

With the strong support of the Zhou royal family, Zhengyi derived from a wide range of sources, higher than all other side doors, and soon became a well-deserved first sect in the Central Plains.

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Danxia Mountain Dragon and Tiger Palace.

Inside the Hall of Peace.

In front of the glazed throne that only the master was qualified to sit on, there stood an old man wearing a yellow and purple robe.

The elder was more than nine feet tall, very burly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and white hair.

With a gentle and kind look on his face, he looked down at the ground.

On its shoulders, two small dragons with short arms are lying on their stomachs.

One is pale blue, and the other is red and blue.

An elder wearing a yellow and purple robe.

It is today's "Taoist saint" - Zhang Ling.

And those two little dragons, one is the descendant of the Qinglong, the head of the four ancient holy beasts, and the other is the descendant of the Candle Dragon, the god of Zhongshan.

There was a person kneeling in front of Zhang Ling.

This person has a majestic face and a solemn expression, and he is the eldest son of Wudou Mi Zhenren, Zhang Hao.

"Dad, if you fly away like this, there will be no leader for the Zhengyi faction!"

Zhang Hao opened his mouth and said, "For the sake of the world's Taoism, please stay in the Dragon and Tiger Palace!" ”

Zhang Daolin stroked his long beard with a smile and shook his head, "Your father and I have lived to be one hundred and twenty-two years old, and I don't know how many hearts I shouldn't have in this life, and it's time to retire and enjoy my happiness!" ”

"Dad, if you want to retire, wouldn't it be ......the same if you stayed here?"

Zhang Hao is still trying to keep his father.

Zhang Ling's face changed in a blink of an eye, raised his hand, rewarded his son with a sturdy chestnut, and reprimanded loudly: "If I stay here, you will come to find you if there is anything going on in three days, and I will retire from the fart!" ”

After a pause, he continued: "Besides, how can the heavenly realm be compared to the human world? Isn't your father and I practicing all our lives just to one day be among the immortals and become holy? ”

Zhang Hao knew that he was determined to leave this time, and said in a low voice: "Dad, since you insist on ascending to heaven, the child is powerless to stop it...... I wonder what else you have to say before leaving? ”

"Yes."

Wudou Mi Zhenren smiled slightly, and put one hand on the little green dragon on his left shoulder, so that one hand pressed the little candle dragon on his right shoulder.

The interior shines like the sun and the moon.

The green dragon and the candle dragon both turned into a ball of light and shadow and flew away from Danxia Mountain.

"I've dispersed two-thirds of my qi into the bodies of those two little dragons, and they have been given the opportunity to transform into human bodies."

Zhang Ling Zhengse said, "In the future, if a young man with blue hair and golden eyes comes to the Dragon and Tiger Palace, you must accept him as an apprentice and teach him his lifelong skills without reservation, remember?" ”

Zhang Hao arched his hand and said: "Remember, child! ”

Zhang Daolin said "um" and raised his hands above his head, palms facing up.

Another great wave of qi suddenly surged out!

"I have dispersed the last part of my qi and given it to the cultivators of the world."

Zhang Ling said with relief, "Come, good son, dad will give you something good at the end!" ”

Zhang Zhenren recited the mantra, and suddenly, two paper talismans with strange brilliance flew out of the wide sleeves of the coat.

"These two talismans, one is called 'warding off evil spirits' and the other is called 'exorcism', if you keep them well, he will be of great use in the future!"

Zhang Hao listened to his father's words, respectfully took the rune paper, and responded: "Thank you, Dad!" ”

Zhang Zhenren patted his eldest son on the shoulder, and finally instructed: "If you have time, you can practice the thunder method more, and there will be more Lu Xu in the Five Thunder Palace." ”

Then without waiting for his son to say half a sentence, Zhang Ling took a step to the outside of the temple gate, raised his eyes into the distance, and shouted happily: "Finally liberated!" Bai Chuan, farewell, the poor road is one step ahead of the sky! ”

As soon as the words fell, purple qi came from the east.

Above the hall of peace, the sun is shining.

The old Taoist priest lightly jumped on top of the thick purple qi, and the sun rose and soared.

On this day, there was one more god in charge of the thunder department in the heavenly realm, called "Thunder Ying Yuan Puhua Tianzun".

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"Brother Ling, you still know this magic palm thunder?!"

Qiu Jin asked with some surprise.

There are five thunderbolts in total, divided into five colors, mixed into a ball, crackling.

Contained in the palm of the green robe, it is dazzling and gorgeous.

Ling Zhen nodded and said with a smile: "This is the 'Five Thunder Righteous Method', which was passed on to me by one of my brothers-in-law, and it also has some killing power. It's just that I'm not a Taoist priest, and now I have that natal sword 'guiding thunder', so these five thunder tricks are basically not used, and I occasionally use one to use it as a game to kill my leisure time......"

The young man raised his head and looked at the sky.

The clouds were thick, and there was thunder roaring, as if there was going to be a torrential rain pouring down on the world.

Ling Zhen stopped talking.

In his eyes, there was a trace of loneliness and loneliness.

The "world" beyond the sky seems to be getting farther and farther away from him.

Like the worldly mortals and the lightning in the clouds.

Hopeful, but unattainable.