What is a monk, that is, a person who worships the idea of immortals and worships magic, which is the predecessor of Taoism. Legend has it that the gods of heaven have given the vast Dao Law, and only the monks of the mortal realm can establish the Dao Court and cultivate the Dao of Heaven, so that a land immortal can be born out of thin air and ascend.

Most of the ancient Taoism has undergone the evolution and perfection of generations of ancestors, so that there is the glory of today's Taoism, and some Taoism is too profound and profound, and mortals do not know their way, so they are violent and ruined, and in the torrent of years, they are lonely and abandoned.

There is a Tiantai Mountain in the north of Yicheng, majestic and majestic, the high place of the mountain is not like the ordinary clouds and mist, but is scorched by the scorching sun all the year round, there is no tree and no grass, it is all barren rock, the main peak is thousands of zhang high, the top is cut off for no reason, so it is called Tiantai.

The Yanlong Empire is located in the extreme south, which is a hot country, and Tiantai Mountain in Yicheng is said to be the closest place to the sun. Therefore, 10,000 years ago, when Yicheng was still called Jinwu City, a Taoist monk made great achievements and built a Xihe hall at the highest place of Tiantai Mountain, in order to seek the blessing and blessing of the sun god and see the sun god's Taoism.

This Xihe hall is built by the South China Sea golden silk nanmu, the project is huge, it costs a lot of money, and then the sun god Tao law flourished for a while, and the monk also cultivated the way of heaven, created the Prajna Sun Jingjing, and turned Lin Yu into an immortal.

But the near sun is extinguished, with Jinwu City as the center, there is no rain in a radius of thousands of miles, suffering from the scorching sun, the grass and crops are scorched, when the people are not able to survive, a monk named Yi appeared, with the ability of the land gods to step on the Xihe hall, so far the top of Tiantai Mountain was burned for seven days, and everything was reduced to ashes.

After that, Jinwucheng was renamed Yicheng, although it is mainly dry and hot all year round, but it is moistened by heavy rain from time to time. Five hundred years ago, there was a Taoist priest with a group of disciples to Tiantai Mountain, built a simple Xihe small hall, because these Taoist priests all day long down the mountain to do good, the local people are grateful, and let it go, but unfortunately the Taoist priests can no longer get a glimpse of the sun god Taoism, the Taoist door withered.

Zong Yang inquired that Xihe Hall was on Tiantai Mountain, and went straight all the way, whether to stay on the mountain first, or then go to Qingqiu immediately, he was going to make plans after going up the mountain.

There is a small pavilion at the foot of Tiantai Mountain, there is an old well in it, Zong Yang pulled the well rope, Fei Lao pulled up a small bucket of cool well water, washed his face, took out two baked cakes, and ate them with the well water.

For Zong Yang's weak body, it is as difficult to climb the mountain as the sky, but compared with the hardships of his life, this cannot be regarded as an obstacle. What's more, the last time he climbed the Red Mountain, he found that although his body was weak and weak, his endurance was excellent, he took off his black jacket, lowered his head and stepped forward step by step.

There was nothing but the craggy barren rocks on Tiantai Mountain, and occasionally a few mountain ants could be seen climbing among the rubble, and the strange thing was that they did not die suddenly after encountering Zongyang, which made him very strange. Fortunately, there is still a mountain road after 10,000 years, which does not require him to climb hard, and the scorching sun has no feeling for him, which should be the only advantage of this waste body.

As the sun set, when Zong Yang stepped onto the top of Tiantai Mountain, the twilight was getting thicker, and a very small palace was isolated in front of him.

There is no mountain gate here, there is no bluestone paved ground, and there is no huge incense burner that the Taoist gate must have, and this small hall has no tall beams and columns, exquisite eaves and corners, and there is no moving figure.

"The door of death is against life, and Xihe Temple cultivates the Sun Essence Sutra."

This divine sentence sounded in Zong Yang's mind for no reason, and he couldn't imagine what kind of life experience he would have when he approached this small hall in front of him, which was smaller than the Heavenly Daoist Temple? Could it be that there is a bigger Xihe Hall in the world, and he just came to the wrong place?

Putting aside distracting thoughts, Zong Yang approached the Xihe Palace.

The width of the hall is less than five zhang, the front and back are worn through two doors, the center is a clay statue, the mottled painting can be seen under the dust, the portrait stands dignifiedly, the hands are sealed, but it is a pity that the original temperament is weathered by the years without a trace, even the face is blurred and does not know the beauty and ugliness, but from the appearance and posture, it should be a beautiful fairy.

The four walls were empty, because of the dimness, Zong Yang couldn't see the patterns and words on the wall, and suddenly, he saw a bonfire burning outside the door of the small hall.

Crossing the stone threshold engraved with runes, there was a fenced courtyard below the small hall, but the houses on three sides had collapsed and destroyed, and by the bonfire in the center of the courtyard, sat a swordsman dressed in pink peach blossoms.

The swordsman's long hair was simply tied behind him, leaving only the first two strands of his square forehead flowing, a pair of deep Danfeng eyes under the sword eyebrows, his face was extremely handsome, and the sloppy stubble revealed his age, about thirty years.

Zong Yang didn't walk down the stone steps, just stood silently, keeping the distance that strangers should have.

The swordsman had already noticed Zong Yang, but he didn't care, and his eyes fell on the corn cob in the bonfire, and this corn cob was actually inserted in his long sword.

"Crackle." Sparks exploded in the bonfire, and the swordsman exaggerated and dodged, for fear that a spark would fall on his clothes, he grabbed the wine gourd on the side, raised his neck and took a sip, but his eyes swept towards Zong Yang, as bright as the bright moon in the dark.

Zong Yang met the swordsman's gaze and had an intuition that this rooftop was the other party's territory.

After pouring the wine, the swordsman finally spoke, and asked, "Can you bake corn on the cob?" ”

Zong Yang was stunned, he never thought that the first words of the other party's mouth would be like this. "Yes." He replied bluntly that he had been wandering the rivers and lakes with the dice since he was a child, and he was naturally familiar with this kind of ability.

"Then you can roast it." The swordsman gives people a feeling of familiarity.

Zong Yang also had a momentary sense of defensiveness, but he was used to seeing all kinds of people, and the essence of the "three looks" of the old Taoist people of the dice had also been inherited. The so-called "three looks" are to see the doctor in the face, the life in the hand, and the person's eyes. His intuition told him that the swordsman in front of him was not bad.

Zong Yang walked to the campfire and carefully put his bags aside, the swordsman was still staring intently at the corn cob, and there were a few fresh sepals under his feet, just kicking over a piece of wood, which was considered a stool. Zong Yang took it and sat down slowly, looking at the corn cob in the fire, it turned out that it was already a little burnt.

"Aren't you wearing a jacket, isn't it hot?" The swordsman turned his head and asked, not wanting to see Zong Yang's face, and exclaimed, "Ouch, look closer than me." ”

Zong Yang sweated profusely on the top of his head, avoiding the swordsman's sight, and replied, "It's not hot." ”

The swordsman smiled evilly, turned to hand the long sword in his hand to Zong Yang, and said, "Come, you can roast it." ”

Zong Yang smiled slightly, waved his hand and refused, regardless of the weight of the long sword and the corn cob that he couldn't hold with both hands, this method of roasting corn was originally a layman. He leaned over and picked up a fresh corn cob, and without tearing off the sepals, he placed it directly by the campfire, and said, "As long as the ears are charred and gone, they can be eaten." ”

The swordsman was surprised, presumably Zong Yang's method was unheard of by him, and he was a little displeased: "Your method is too earthy and too unfan, you want to bake corn cobs with a sword, so that it will be looked at, causing a burst of praise in the rivers and lakes, and this is the wind." ”

Zong Yang can guess the swordsman's personality, and he replied lightly: "On the top of this mountain, there should be no one but you and me, and besides, no one on the rivers and lakes knows me." ”

"Haha." The swordsman laughed heartily, and on the top of this rooftop mountain, there was a feeling of resounding through the sky. He picked up the wine gourd and handed it to Zong Yang, the latter shook his head, he was no longer polite, and he took another sip of it.

Except for the occasional "crackling" sound in the bonfire, these two people, one silently looked at the corn cob, and the other poured wine from time to time, and each did not speak.

Perhaps a little drunk, the swordsman's cheeks were slightly red, he clasped his hands to his chest, drooped his head and asked comfortably, "Boy, what are you doing on Tiantai Mountain?" ”

"Come to Xihe Temple to learn the Prajna Sun Essence Sutra." Zong Yang was blunt.

The swordsman shook his head and shook his head a few times before holding back a sentence: "Ambitious, not bad!" Then he opened his eyes and asked seriously, "Then do you know why I live on this Tiantai Mountain?" ”

Zong Yang was speechless, just waiting for the swordsman to sell Guan Zi and explain it himself.

"It's because of a woman, a woman I love the most, haha, I came here to think about it."

The swordsman's face was full of happiness, but a big man, he ran up to the rooftop and thought about it, and took a sword to roast corn on the cob on the bowl, such an absurd thing, Zong Yang is no longer surprised.

"What's your name?"

"Zong Yang."

"My name is Mu Tian, the reputation of the rivers and lakes is the peach blossom showman, remember, if you mix the rivers and lakes, you have to have the name of pulling the wind, and I will help you get one another day." The swordsman got up as he spoke, stretching his back.

Zong Yang vaguely saw by the light of the fire that there were any tattoos on the swordsman's exposed chest, which seemed to be a pattern on the right and a few words on the left, which was not very clear.

"Oh, by the way, do you believe I'm an immortal?" When Mu Tian asked this, his expression was serious.

Zong Yang didn't answer, just smiled slightly, and changed the topic and said, "The corn cob is ripe." ”

Mu Tian didn't wait for that answer, Jian Mei picked the two of them meaningfully, and asked, "Let's go pee with me first, how about peeing farther than anyone?" ”

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Later, after Zong Yang and Mu Tian ate some corn on the cob, they didn't talk anything, and they rested. Mu Tian originally slept on the roof beam of the small hall, and after Zong Yang studied the furnishings in the small hall and determined that there were no lights to light on, he found a corner and slept too.

The next day, four rays of light shone from the top of the hall, Zong Yang got up with sleepy eyes, but saw Mu Tian still lying on the top beam, I really don't know what this guy thinks, if he turns around in a deep sleep, he will have to fall into a meatloaf.

Looking around, Zong Yang finally saw the contents of the left and right walls of the figure, and on the left wall, the mental method of the Prajna Sun Essence Sutra was recorded, as well as a complex and profound rune map. On the right wall, there is also another script that records the Prajna Sun Sutra, as well as an identical rune map, this kind of unfamiliar text Zong Yang has never seen in his life, but he can fully understand it.

"How is it that the same is the mind of the Prajna Sun Essence Sutra, but there are a few places where the words are different?" Zong Yang muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" From the top of the hall, there was an exclamation from Mu Tian, this guy actually woke up. Immediately jumped down from the top of the hall along the scattered beams and pillars, came to Zong Yang's side, looked at the words on the wall on the right with the look of reading the book of heaven, and asked in great confusion: "Can you understand the words on this?" ”

"Yes." Zong Yang was actually very puzzled.

"According to my speculation, the content on these two walls, the right is the original text, and the left is the translation, but the original text should be a divine text, and mortals can't understand it at all, so they can only rely on their natural will." It was the first time Mu Tian had been so serious.

"It's the first time I've seen this kind of writing, but I can really recognize every word on it." Zong Yang replied equally seriously.

"!" Mu Tian scratched the back of his head, jumped to the top of the hall by himself, and lay down again, and after a while, there was a snoring sound around the beam.

Zong Yang walked to the third wall in the middle with puzzlement, with the door as the boundary, the mythical story of the sun god Xihe is recorded on the left, and the portrait called "Visualization Realm" on the right, the person in the painting meditates cross-legged, with mudras on both hands, and around this person, several black three-legged birds are flying, and the picture is very expressive.

"This should be what it looks like when cultivating the Prajna Sun Essence Sutra." Zong Yang's eyes lit up, igniting a raging hope.