"The Tao often does nothing but does nothing,"

"If the prince can keep it, all things will be self-transforming. ”

"If you want to do it, I will make it a nameless simplicity. ”

......

The young man's brows stretched more and more, and the pen fell faster and faster, the blank paper chapter was already full of ink, and the sound of Lang Lang's book echoed in the hall, and the aftermath was endless.

"The so-called Tao is natural, and all things grow?"

"Buddha is the Tao?"

The old monk who was sitting cross-legged on the side muttered after hearing this, and carefully pondered the words read by the young man, there is a saying that the Buddha is the way, and there are many commonalities between the Buddha and the Tao, and the sentences in the morning have benefited him a lot, and now it is even more so, and he can't take care of meditation, and he came to the side of the young man and looked at the distorted scriptures, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he still watched the young man put down the pen seriously.

The old Taoist priest on the side also stopped what he was doing, and found a futon to sit not far behind the young man, so as not to disturb, but he could just hear the voice that contained the Great Dao.

"Brother Taoist, are you chanting?"

Xiao Daogu pointed her finger between her lips and said like a mosquito, picked up the smaller futon and stood on tiptoe and walked gently behind the young man, I don't know why, the young man at the moment is inexplicably close, although I don't understand the meaning, but when the clear voice reaches the ears, it is extremely comfortable.

Outside the main hall,

There was a squirping of insects,

But when the clear voice came, the sound of insects was much quieter, and the moonlight was gentle, whether it was Ximen Blowing Snow or Ye Gucheng, they all listened attentively, and Yan Shisan's hands were pillowed behind his head on the branches of the dead wood in the distance, and his hearing was open to listen to this Taoist scripture, and the residual death qi in the body of Jian Fifteen was actually dissipating at an extremely slow speed......

The morning sun falls through the holes in the hall,

The young man licked his chapped lips and unconsciously read it all night, and the paper chapter on the table still had a faint fragrance of ink wafting out, sprinkled with more than 2,000 words, and the first part of the Taoist Sutra jumped on the paper.

The old Taoist priest was just shocked, originally thought that it was just an ordinary Taoist friend to spend a night, but he did not expect that he was fortunate to witness the birth of such Taoist scriptures, and after listening to it all night, he did not feel drowsy at all, but his mind was extremely clear.

"Fellow Daoist, this scripture is ......"

The old Taoist priest got up and sat cross-legged all night, although his mind was clear, his legs and feet were a little numb, and he fell to the ground with a stumble, but he still couldn't care about this.

"Written by the saint, I also carried it from Taoist friends. ”

The young man looked at the appearance of the old Taoist and gently closed the Tao Sutra, and had a clearer definition of the value of this Tao Te Ching in his heart.

Moreover, the Tao Te Ching never thought of being shelved in the later period, and many classics in the long history of the book are unlearned, which are the reasons why those sects cherish themselves and would rather be lost than easily revealed disappear in the years, although there are reasons, but ......

In the previous life, whether it was the Mojia machine technique, or all kinds of martial arts cheats, they were all chiseled, illustrated and prepared, but they did not know how to recover, so that it was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, whether there was really a flying wooden bird in the world, a wooden cart and a cow and horse that could walk, whether there was really a light skill of flying eaves and walls, and the martial arts of breaking mountains and rivers, all of which could not be verified, and could only be regarded as nothing, and it was just a pity that there was no right or wrong.

And at present, even if this "Tao Te Ching" is given to Wudang Mountain, according to their temperament, it will not be hidden, and it is not uncommon for the whole river and lake to be widely advertised after studying it thoroughly, even if they don't do it, it will be a matter of time.

"Master, Brother Daoist, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Daogu woke up slowly, half of her body was leaning on the back of the young man last night, and now she just woke up and looked at her master so flustered.

"Written by saints, written by saints!"

The old Taoist priest did not answer, but muttered softly to himself, and his eyes fell on the statue of Taishang Laojun, one of the three Qings, but then he shook his head and left this ridiculous idea behind.

"Dare to ask, what is the value of this book in Taoism?"

The young man asked casually,

"Immeasurable!"

"But I still want to come to the old road, although the old way is only the realm of seven grades, but last night a few hours of hard work, I also feel that the avenue of my cultivation is a little refined, although it is only a trace, but the leopard in the tube, it can be seen!"

"Dare to ask Daoyou is a disciple of that Taoist temple?"

The old Taoist priest said solemnly.

"Let's count it as Wudang Mountain. ”

The boy replied.

"Wudang Mountain?"

"No wonder there is such a descendant, whether this classic is written by you or by yourself, if you get the relics of your predecessors and sages, I hope that you will keep it properly and not lose it!"

The old Taoist priest solemnly performed a Taoist etiquette.

"Dao Chief, I can reflect on myself. ”

"This trip to Wudang Mountain is to hand over this classic to the master. ”

After the young man put the "Tao Sutra" into his arms,

"This is very good, this great blessing cannot be broken. ”

The old Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, it was also an opportunity to sigh at himself, although he only remembered a few of them now, but it was also a great blessing for a cultivator like himself.

"Fellow Daoist, remember to cherish it!"

The old Taoist priest said goodbye to the old Taoist priest in front of the broken Taoist temple.

"Dao Chief, rest assured!"

After the young man raised his hand, the group continued to rush in the direction of Wudang Mountain.

"Master, is the scripture that Brother Daoist read last night very important?"

Xiao Daogu looked at the carriage that disappeared at the end of the mountain road, raised her head and asked softly, her own master's temperament is not understood, although he is a little cheesy on weekdays, but he is indeed a real cultivator in his bones, and he can still distinguish between right and wrong, and it is rare for such a gaffe to occur.

"Two Temples, Three Mountains ......"

"The two temples of Buddhism are in front of them, and the three mountains of Taoism are behind. ”

"Xiao Qing'er,"

"Doesn't this ranking already say a lot about it?"

The old Taoist priest turned around and touched the little Taoist aunt's head and said slowly.

"Now my Taoism is in decline, although Buddhism has been suppressed by the imperial court inexplicably, but it is not a matter of a while, my Taoism wants to completely suppress Buddhism and have to rely on its own efforts, and this "Tao Jing" can be said to be a sign of the prosperity of my Taoism. ”

"It's more than important!"

"Originally, last night was the opportunity of our master and apprentice, but it's a pity that your little ancestor didn't listen carefully, but dozed off...... Alas......"

The old Taoist priest sighed.

"But master, Xiao Qing'er has already written it all down before she sleeps. ”

Xiao Daogu said aggrievedly.

"Little Ancestor, have you written it all down?"

"It's no joke. ”

The old Taoist priest exclaimed.

"Hmm!"

"It's a good way, it's a very good way. ”

......

"The nameless simplicity will have no desire. ”

"If you don't want to be quiet, the world will be self-determined. ”

My sister-in-law learned the appearance of the master in the school, shook her head and recited it loudly, from the first chapter to the end of the thirty-seventh chapter, there were more than 2,000 sprinkles, and it was word for word.

"My little ancestor!"

The old Taoist priest hurriedly covered Xiao Daogu's mouth.

"How did the little ancestor write it down?"

"I have to memorize an ordinary article of three to five hundred words on weekdays for two or three days, why do you memorize thousands of words of obscure scriptures in one night now?"

The old Taoist priest squatted down, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"Xiao Qing'er, I don't know, I just remember last night I heard the Taoist brother put down the pen, the voice was very good, but the writing was ugly, I felt bored, and I was about to fall asleep when I listened to it, but I knew that the sleepiness had just hit, and the word was like coming to life, and the golden light drilled into Xiao Qing'er's head one by one. ”

Xiao Qing'er just thought she was asleep, but when she woke up, the scripture was like engraved in her mind, and she couldn't forget it. ”

"The master always says that it's not good for sugar people to eat too much!"

"Last night, did Xiao Qing'er eat too much sugar and fall into evil?"

"Do you want to burn a bowl of runic water to drive away evil spirits later?"

Xiao Qing'er raised her head and asked.

"This is a great opportunity!"

As soon as the old Taoist priest finished speaking, a thought suddenly jumped into his heart, could it be that his own apprentice was the legendary natural Taoist embryo?

"Little ancestor, promise the master one thing,"

"Don't tell anyone what is in your head!"

The old Taoist priest said solemnly.

"Isn't it okay for the master?"

"No, you can't!"

After the old Taoist priest hesitated for a moment,

Still shook his head firmly.

"Guilty of sin,"

"Before Wudang Mountain makes this classic public, the little ancestor must remember not to leak the slightest rumor. ”

"What's more, this is your chance, little ancestor, since I didn't write it down last night, it means that I have no fate, and I can't force it, if I want to do it in the future, I might as well ponder the scriptures I wrote down last night. ”

"If you succeed in cultivating in the future, the master is saying that if, if Xiao Qing'er becomes a cultivator at the top of the mountain in the future, remember to repay the Taoist friend last night and return this fruit. ”

After the old Taoist priest was overjoyed,

After calming down, he spoke again.

"Hmm!"

"If Xiao Qing'er can become a great cultivator in the future, he will definitely repay the Taoist brother!"

Xiao Dao Gu nodded very seriously, maybe she didn't think it was enough, and then stretched out four fingers to Qingtian and assured, her little face was full of solemn looks.

In front of the dilapidated Taoist temple,

Two Taoist priests, one big and one small,

Looking at the end of the mountain road, I pondered for a long time.

......

At the foot of Wudang Mountain,

Leaning on the vast mountains and forests for thousands of miles, surrounded by rivers and lakes, looking up at the verdant forests, the mountains and obstacles, the winding paths are winding, but you can still faintly see the golden palace hidden in it.

Under the mountain gate,

A moss-covered mottled stone staircase winds up, there is a mist rising, the hazy is not like the world's scene, pavilions and pavilions, like the heavenly palace.

"The fairyland peaks are full of mountains, and thousands of gullies are gazing at the golden palace. ”

The young man stood on the steps and lightly rested his palm on the handrail, looking at the looming temple in the mountains and muttering, all of them were the temples that were cultivated when Wudang Mountain was prosperous in the previous dynasty, and now it can still be seen in the grand state of the past.

When the young man raised his feet and was about to take a step,

"Your Highness, this scripture can reach half of the rivers and lakes!"

"Do you really want to give it away?"

The old monk's eyes opened and looked at the palace, his eyes were scorching, in his own cognition, the rivers and lakes are only divided into Buddhism and Taoism, as for the other sects that have been changing for thousands of years, there is no comparison between the two at all, and this "Tao Te Ching" is really worth more than half of the rivers and lakes in the long run.

It doesn't seem like a supreme cultivation method, it is indeed the cornerstone!

"Naturally. ”

"Passing on the merits,"

"It's a lot better than this half of the rivers and lakes for me. ”

The young man turned around and chuckled.

"What's more, the master wants to destroy the Buddha, this scripture is also very important, the "Tao Te Ching" out of the main hall dare not say that Taoism will flourish, but it is conceivable that if it is used properly, at least it can get rid of the current decline, and this is the reason. ”

"Since His Royal Highness has made up his mind, the old monk is not persuading. ”

"What is Your Highness's state of mind now?"

The old monk looked at the young man wearing a blue shirt and a loose robe, his eyes were full of brilliance, and his mood was greatly improved by relying on a scripture that came out of thin air in the past few days, and now he can't see that he has reached various points.

The young man did not answer, but abruptly took out the "Tao Sutra" that had been written from his arms.

"Whoa......

There is a breeze in the mountains,

There was a sound of flipping books,

Falls to Chapter 8.

"Good is like water. ”

"Water is good for all things. ”

"Dealing with the evil of all people, so it is more than the way. ”

......

The old monk looked at the distorted font and stretched his brows, but his eyes moved away from the page and fell on the breezy young man in front of the steps, and he felt more and more that he couldn't see through it.

"Master, it's time to climb the mountain!"

The young man looked in the direction of Wudang Mountain,

Step out, the heart is like stopping water.

The winding steps do not know tens of thousands of steps, but the young man is still unhurried, and even has the mood to look at the surrounding scenery, the dark green leaves of the ginkgo biloba fall from the sky, lying quietly on the fingertips of the young man, looking up at the grate three-pointed cedar, the money pine, a rare ancient tree falling in the forest, with the red bricks and green tiles of the quaint palace, that is a kind of precipitation of Taoism.

The boy did not stay,

Instead, he went straight to Tianzhu Peak,

When climbing the mountain, it is not the beginning of the time, when climbing the Tianzhu Peak, it has reached the end of the unitary time, looking up at the sky is the surging cloud tide, and the sunset is dyed with a layer of color, and the real feeling of the glow filling the sky.

Turning around and looking back at Taiyue Taihe Palace,

Wudang Mountain was originally Wudang Mountain, named Taihe Mountain, it is rumored that the Emperor Zhenwu in the north once cultivated here and ascended to the Emperor of Heaven, so it was renamed Wudang Mountain.

"It's not enough to be a real martial artist!"

The name of Taiyue Taihe Palace is also related to this, it is also the most noble place in Wudang Mountain, the whole palace stands on the lonely peak, the palace is close to the mountain and the rock, the sunset is a layer of golden light for the layers of tiles, shining brightly, the top of the golden palace is like glass, there is a flow of light, the gods are very, as if hanging in the sea of clouds.

Next to the Taihe Palace,

An old Taoist priest wearing a white robe sat cross-legged on the top of the cliff and boulder on the top of the mountain, sitting cross-legged, pressing down with his hands, exhaling in his mouth like a long dragon and exhaling more than ten zhang, one point two, two points three, the long breath is diffused between heaven and earth, and there is a faint meaning of stirring the sea of clouds.

"Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things. ”

"All things are negative yin and embrace yang, and they are impulsive and peaceful. ”

......

The young man looked at the cloth-clothed old Taoist priest who was not stained with the slightest dust and dirt, and muttered softly.