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The old Taoist priest Zhang Mingjun has been very depressed recently. Although he has lived for nearly two years, it stands to reason that he has long been accustomed to the ups and downs of the world, and the cheesy point is that he has eaten more salt than most people in the world have eaten. But he does feel very depressed now.

The old monk Wenkong is his old friend for decades, he is a light character, and he doesn't love the rules of Confucian scholars, so he makes friends completely according to his own temperament. However, the old monk quarreled a lot, Zhang Mingjun is a famous real person on Wudang Mountain, and his reputation in the rivers and lakes is even higher after becoming the head of the sect. However, people who are familiar with Zhang Mingjun know that he has some eccentric temperament, if you are good at fighting, then I will fight with you, if you are good at chess, I will compete with you, you are good at poetry, I will accompany you in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the world thinks that Wudang is omniscient, so many people call him a perfect real person.

In fact, Zhang Mingjun is not proficient in everything. Anyway, I didn't win a single argument with the old monk.

Sometimes you can't get back to the field when you lose so badly, and you will grit your teeth in disregard of the demeanor of the real person, waving your fist and saying viciously and saying believe it or not, I can beat you all over the ground to find your teeth.

The old monk Wenkong was never annoyed, but said with a smile: "Of course the poor monk believes that you can win a fight in this world, it is estimated that you can win a fight with a pair of hands, and I won't fight, I will definitely not be able to beat you." ”

Whenever this happens, the perfect real person is like a punch on the cotton, no matter how strong you are, you will be like a mud cow into the sea.

However, the old monk who is estimated to be the first in the world in the world is no longer there after all.

The old Taoist priest Zhang Mingjun sat on horseback and looked up at the sky full of yellow sand from time to time, and from time to time glanced at the little monk who followed him with a horse's head behind him, and Mu Qianliu, who had just become his little apprentice, smacked his lips and sighed when he saw it, and his saliva was almost out of water along the way.

"I said three thousand, from Disha to Wudang is to the east, do you know why we are going north instead of east now?"

The old monk Wenkong entrusted Mu Qianliu to himself, this child is good, Zhang Zhenren thinks it is good when he sees this child from afar, he is like a transparent jade, if he carves it carefully with a good master, he will definitely be able to amaze the heavens and people in the future.

Emperor Qiyuan sent troops to Emperor Sha, not to mention the destruction of Buddha, at least he wanted to weaken the secular influence of Buddhism, and the Emperor Tsar royal family has always respected Buddha. So after receiving the message from Monk Wenkong, Zhang Zhenren had already guessed that the old monk would definitely have something to ask for him, but he didn't expect to find that it was a complete problem after meeting.

Jianghu people, but all the Jianghu people who have made achievements, when they are older, they want to have a favorite disciple who can take over their mantle, so that what they have learned and understood in this life can be inherited.

Mu Qianliu was born with Huigen is undoubtedly the most ideal candidate for discipleship, but because of his identity, even if he inherits his mantle in the future, it will be difficult for him to bear the burden of martial arts, not to mention that the identity of the emperor and tsar prince is destined to take on more things.

In a dilemma, Zhang Zhenren made an exception to deduct his fingers, but he found nothing.

Wenkong was still laughing at Zhang Zhenren's extra move at that time, Mu Qianliu's fate was determined, how could ordinary people easily see through the heavens before they entered the sainthood.

Since the old monk said so, it seemed that he had tried it before, and Zhang Zhenren also knew that he probably had no way of knowing what Mu Qianliu would do in the future before he took that step, but he still calculated a hexagram, which was for the old friend sitting in front of him.

"I took him. ”

After the hexagram was calculated, the old Taoist priest no longer hesitated, and it could be regarded as agreeing to the last entrustment of his old friend.

Monk Wenkong called Mu Qianliu down from the old locust tree, pointed to the old Taoist priest Zhang Mingjun and said: "From now on, he is your master, this is what I mean, and it is also what your father means." ”

Mu Qianliu didn't ask why he had to worship another master if he was good, since the master's life and father's life were like this, then he honestly kowtowed to the old Taoist priest three times, which was regarded as a bow to the master.

Zhang Mingjun thought to himself that since he recognized himself as a master, of course he would bring him back to Wudang, but then again, if his senior brothers saw Mu Qianliu, they should drool with envy.

Mu Qianliu didn't cry or make trouble, and after saying goodbye to the old monk and master, he set off with the old Taoist priest and returned.

"Master, when will I be back?"

When they were about to part, Mu Sanqian stopped and asked.

"You'll know when it's time to come back. ”

The old monk said a word of meditation and waved his hand to signal them to leave quickly.

When Zhang Zhenren took Mu Qianliu to the last town on the border of Disha, he found someone to buy two thin horses, and then suddenly turned around and headed north. Before changing direction, the old Taoist priest calculated the third hexagram of the day for the first time.

"Being a monk has a law name, although a Taoist priest also has a road name, but it is not as strict as being a monk, you still have a lay name, but the name Mu Qianliu is still not used for the time being, you can call Mu Sanqian. ”

"Master, are you testing me?"

"Oh?

"Taoism has clouds, there is Tao in the world, there are three thousand avenues, master, you named me three thousand, how can I choose?"

"Well, yes, yes, I know that our avenue is three thousand. ”

Zhang Zhenren was overjoyed, and the more he looked at this new apprentice, the more he liked it.

Continuing northward, Mu Sanqian gradually fell silent. Zhang Zhenren sighed quietly in his eyes when he saw it, and said that early wisdom is easy to die, this child has guessed something a long time ago, otherwise he will not become sullen, and he will hide his heart at a young age, which may not be a good thing.

"Three thousand?"

Zhang Zhenren asked and didn't hear a response, so he looked back. The little apprentice who is half a horse's head behind him may not have adapted to his new name, or he may be thinking about something. The old Taoist priest shouted again.

"Ah, master, you called me?"

"Master just asked you why we changed direction and went north instead of east. ”

"My master said that the most difficult thing to practice is to close your mouth and meditate, if you have doubts in your heart, it is useless to ask others for yourself, you have to experience it yourself. As for the master, why did you take me to the north, there must be a reason for the master, I, when I get to the destination, I will naturally understand, master. ”

"Li'er is this reason, I didn't expect that the old monk would not only fight. But if you call him the master, then am I not the second master?"

"I didn't say that you are the second master, if you don't like the size of the call like that, I will say monk master, you are a Taoist master. ”

"Forget it, forget it," Zhang Zhenren immediately thought that the old monk was very likely to be dead at this time, so there was no need to fight for the size. "He is still your master, after all, he taught you first. The kindness of the master's teaching should be remembered in his heart for a lifetime, although it is very likely that he will not have any chance to repay it, and it is estimated that the old monk will not care about this. ”

Saying that, the old Taoist priest took the reins, and the thin horse under the ass took a step slower just like Mu Sanqian, and the old Taoist priest couldn't help but reach out and touch Mu Sanqian's still bare little head, sad for no reason.

Mu Sanqian let the Taoist master's rough palms rub back and forth on his head, just lowered his head, and let the tears burst out uncontrollably, scattering on the ground covered with yellow sand like beads with broken threads, imprinting traces one by one.

He knows that he is very smart, he didn't hear it from the ears of others, maybe it was the natural wisdom root that the master said, so he knew a lot of things, he knew his father who was not majestic, he knew how to dot on his mother since he was a child, he knew that the beautiful sisters who really regarded him as a younger brother, and he knew that the master who would be approached by someone to quarrel all day long.

The Qiyuan soldiers committed the emperor, no matter how far-fetched the reason is, it will not change the final outcome, and Mu Fang wants to know this before he orders the dismissal of the monks. It's just that he didn't know that when he wrote the edict, Mu Sanqian was hiding behind the screen.

"I won't see them anymore, master. Mu Sanqian sat on the back of the horse and finally cried, no longer deliberately forbearing, "I want revenge! Kill all the bad people who bullied our family! If they don't come, my father won't dismiss the monks, I won't let the master send me out of the city, and the master won't leave me!"

"Apprentice, the master will not lie to people, and will not say anything about the nonsense that you can see them in the future. If you want to take revenge, the master will not stop you, but do you know that your father and the monk master said before they parted that if Qianliu knew that I died because I resisted the enemy by myself, he would definitely want to avenge me, I don't allow it, if he insists on revenge, it's fine, but first think about why I died and why he took revenge. Master, I know that your father said this, and I really admire your father. Besides, Li Xian weakened the influence of religion on the secular by destroying the Buddha, which caused the entire Emperor Sha to be implicated, and what he did was not authentic, why should he want to bully people, we have to swallow our anger when we are bullied, there is no such reason in the world, and it is not who has a big fist and who speaks hard. The master loves to reason with his fists, and whoever dares to bully you in the future will reason with his fists. If you want to cry, cry, let's continue on the road, I will accept you as an apprentice when I live so big, let's go north I want to give you a meeting gift, your master is a Wudang master, this meeting gift can not be too cold!"

"Then master, what are you going to give me?"

When Mu Sanqian vented his emotions for a while, he asked what kind of gift the master wanted to give him.

"Hehe, a great fate and insight!"

"What's that?"

Wood three thousand do not know why.

"You'll know when you see it. ”

The old Taoist priest began to sell Guan Zi again.

"Master, I thought about what my father said. ”

"Got it?"

"No, but I'm still going to get revenge!"

"Yes, but you still have to figure it out first. ”

"Oh, got it, master. ”

An old man and a young man with two thin horses, the old man who was pulled by the shadow of the yellow sand.