The little Heavenly Master rowed the boat, rowing towards the distance, and suddenly frowned, as if he had thought of something, and looked at the old Heavenly Master sitting there and said, "Grandpa, if you ascend, will we still meet?"

The old heavenly master leaned on the bow of the boat, a little idle, looking at the grandson rowing the boat, he didn't think that Zhang Liang would ask this question, tilted his head, and thought for a while, "Yes, as long as you are successful in cultivation, we will see you in the sky." ”

The little heavenly master asked again, "Then father, mother, second uncle, eldest brother, and Uncle Huang, will we all go to see you?"

The Celestial Master was speechless, he didn't know how to answer, and looked to the north. The Old Heavenly Master was a little stunned, "Old fellow, today I only learned why you don't want to ascend. ”

Although the little heavenly master didn't know what his grandfather meant by this, he saw that his grandfather was in a low mood, and he also knew that he was in trouble.

"Little guy, do you yearn for the rivers and lakes?"

When the little celestial master heard his grandfather talk about the rivers and lakes that he longed for the most, he hurriedly asked: "Grandpa, what are the rivers and lakes like, and where is he?" I always see these words in the books on the mountain, in the classics written by those Confucian sages, but I have not seen them with my own eyes, so I will be curious. ”

The Heavenly Master took a sip of wine and said slowly: "Good question, where are the rivers and lakes, and what are they like, grandpa doesn't know." ”

The little heavenly master obviously didn't believe it, "It's impossible, the pilgrims who came to the mountain yesterday all asked me about my grandfather, and that grandfather is very powerful, if my grandfather didn't know, I still wouldn't go down the mountain." ”

The Heavenly Master laughed, the corners of his eyes were a little moist, "Grandpa is also a person, and he can't know everything in the world." ”

Xiao Tianshi was obviously a little depressed, he thought that his omniscient grandfather didn't know where the rivers and lakes were, and it seemed that his plan to go down the mountain was going to be postponed.

The old heavenly master suddenly called Zhang Liang, the little heavenly master looked over, and the old heavenly master said slowly: "Since grandpa doesn't know, then can you go to Wudang and ask the old Taoist priest who faced the gate of heaven and smashed the gate of heaven with one palm knows what the rivers and lakes are?"

For more than 20 years, except for going to Luoyang with his parents to accept the canonization of Emperor Ming, he has never gone down the mountain, and he does not dare to easily agree to his grandfather's words.

"Then why didn't Grandpa ask for it himself?"

The old heavenly master said with some reminiscence: "Grandpa asked back then, and the old guy sent me away without knowing anything. ”

The little celestial master covered his mouth, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, he didn't expect that his grandfather still had an unknown side.

"Okay, then when my ability is a little bigger and my cultivation is a little higher, I will go down the mountain to Wudang. ”

The Heavenly Master shook his head, obviously dissatisfied with this answer, "When you send grandpa away, you will go down the mountain, and you will say that grandpa said it, and I will see who dares to stop you." ”

The little heavenly master patted his chest, with a firm face, promising that he would definitely go.

As he spoke, the boat slowly came to a misty place, but a portal slowly appeared not far away, the portal was snow-white, and the two pillars supporting the gate of heaven emitted a golden light, slowly rising from the surface of the lake and extending out of the sky.

The little Heavenly Master looked at the portal and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "This is the Heavenly Gate." ”

The old Heavenly Master snorted, and the Little Heavenly Master looked at the Heavenly Gate not far away, and said, "It's not as beautiful as I imagined." ”

The Old Heavenly Master turned his head, looked at the Little Heavenly Master and asked, "Then what do you imagine the Heavenly Gate to look like?" ”

The little Heavenly Master couldn't say it for a while, anyway, he always had a faint feeling that he had seen the Heavenly Gate.

The old Heavenly Master no longer joked about the little Heavenly Master, and sat upright, his mouth like a heavenly constitution, "Zhang Liang, continue to move forward." ”

The little Heavenly Master nodded vigorously, and poured all the qi into the bamboo pole, and the speed of the boat on the lake began to get faster and faster, gradually connecting into the Heavenly Gate.

On Wudang Mountain, in a thatched house, when the old heavenly master was slowly marching towards the gate of heaven, an old Taoist priest walked out, holding a hoe in his hand, putting the hoe on his shoulder, and looking in the direction of the south.

"So that's your choice?"

The old Taoist priest looked at it for a while, lost interest, and bent down to continue weeding in the vegetable patch he had planted.

In a certain village in the Ming Dynasty, there was a gentleman who had just come out of the school, dressed in white, holding a book in his hand, standing at the door of the school, looking in the direction of the south, and looking at it for a long time.

"It turns out that you are also very disappointed in this world and are leaving. ”

A voice from his own student came from behind him, "Mr. Bai, I don't know how to tell this article today, can you teach me." ”

The man, known as Mr. Bai, turned around, looked at the little guy with a sincere face holding the book, bent down to take the book from the child's hand, and patiently explained.

In a wine shop in Yizhou, there is a middle-aged man in a blue shirt, with his favorite long sword hanging from his waist, holding a wine gourd in his hand, facing the south, drinking freely for a while.

"It's a pleasure, it's a pleasure. ”

The little heavenly master thought of something, and asked the grandfather who was sitting at the bow of the boat: "Grandpa, when you ask the sword with that Li Taibai, who won." ”

The old heavenly master, who was about to leave this world with great interest, suddenly heard his grandson's question, and said a little depressedly: "That drunkard won, as the leader of the rivers and lakes and kendo after the Spring and Autumn Period, Li Taibai is worthy of the long sword on his waist." ”

The little heavenly master's eyes lit up, and then he said: "Then who won the quarrel between the grandfather and the golden-bodied Arhat who is known as the Buddhist." ”

The old heavenly master coughed twice, and deliberately said in a loud voice: "Of course it's grandpa, I beat the bald donkey, when it comes to quarrels, your grandpa has no one who can win against me except for your grandma." ”

The Heavenly Master listened to his grandson's question and asked with some curiosity, "Zhang Liang, why are you asking Grandpa so many questions today?"

The little heavenly master said a little sadly: "If you don't ask again, grandpa will leave, and Zhang Liang will never see grandpa again." ”

The old heavenly master who has been worthy of the world all his life looked at his grandson and sighed lightly.

In Longhu Mountain, there are five people standing here near an immortal stone stele, watching the old heavenly master from afar.

Zhang Yiling crossed his arms and said angrily: "Big brother, what are you doing standing on the stone tablet, will you look at your father more carefully." ”

The Taoist who was called the eldest brother by Zhang Yiling, Zhang Yifeng, smiled and was not angry.

Knowing that the eldest brother was about to soar today, the only remaining veteran of the Longhu Mountain Lingzi generation who broke through the pass in advance, Zhang Lingsheng sighed with emotion: "The cultivation of the eldest brother in this life can have been able to soar a long time ago, but somehow he has to suppress the realm. ”

Zhang Danqing, who was a generation taller than Zhang Lingsheng next to him, nodded, "Zhang Lingren, this kid is for the practice of producing an immortal real person for a hundred years in Longhu Mountain, and I am afraid that Longhu Mountain will lose all the power of the Dao Sect before because of this." ”

"After all, it's still me who is not an uncle. ”

An old man dressed in a Tai Chi yin and yang pattern who was even more excessive than Zhang Yifeng squatted on the stone tablet on the side, and Huang Wen, who had no master's demeanor, looked at the old heavenly master who had personally selected himself as the Great Heavenly Master with the surname of the Great Heavenly Master who was about to ascend, and he was a little emotional.

I can finally stop playing chess with this stinky chess basket, and I am finally liberated.

Zhang Lingsheng, who usually lives in a house built by himself at the foot of the mountain, said: "Big brother, this time, although the momentum of Longhu Mountain is destined to reach its peak, the amount of qi in the secret must be reduced a lot. ”

Huang Wen rarely spoke, "The old Taoist on Wudang Mountain who farms in his own vegetable garden will not die for a day, and the Taoist qi will not be less than a point." ”

Zhang Lingsheng nodded and agreed, "I heard that a few years ago, the Buddhist master of the Dust Suppression found a successor before the retreat and is practicing in the Little Buddha Temple. ”

Zhang Yiling and Zhang Yifeng knew that what the two of them were talking about was a battle involving the number of qi between the two families, so they decisively did not interject.

Zhang Danqing looked at the juniors who were about to arrive at the gate of heaven, and slowly spoke: "Not to mention the master of the dust abstinence, let's just say that in the Spring and Autumn Period, with the power of one person, with the remarks that killing people is not as good as educating the world, Taizong at that time gave up slaughtering the remnants of Great Qin, but generously changed Fangzhou to Qinzhou and rewarded those descendants of Great Qin." ”

Huang Wen admired a little, the Buddhism of the master of the dust is really profound, he only visited in private once, and he almost couldn't stand it, and turned to Buddhism, so there is no longer a foreign surname Great Heavenly Master, Huang Wen.