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The bright moon outside the window is as big as a silver plate, illuminating the square by the cliff like day. The guest room where the beggar lived was facing Hongqiao Square, but I saw that there were some Taoists scattered on the square, or dancing swords in the wind, or five hearts to the sky, or lying on the spot, doing evening classes in a very different posture.

At this moment, the beggar has long lost the surprise when he went up the mountain during the day, but more thinking about his whereabouts after tomorrow. He has lived alone for many years, his mind is already calm, he knows how to correct the difficulties of practicing the Dao, and he also understands that there is a difference between immortals and mortals, and being able to stay in the Chongzhen Sect is tantamount to ascending to the sky in one step, such a good thing, he can't even think about it. It's just that there is a trace of implication in my heart, lingering in my heart, and I can't solve it for a while.

Quietly looking at the crowd in the field, smelling the faint fragrance in the air, unconsciously, a wisp of annoyance has gradually driven away, the beggar's heart moved, and suddenly realized: "I am a little called Hanako, I can get away with my life, and have this adventure, I should be content, how can I force more?" So, looking up to the sky, "hahaha" laughed three times, as if all the worries were "laughing" out, the chest was empty, open and comfortable.

When the beggar was gone, he wanted to close the window and fall asleep. At this time, one person applauded and said: "What a clear laughter! There are such frank people here, and it is really strange that the poor people do not know it." As he spoke, a middle-aged Taoist came out from the corner of the room. The Taoist has three buns on his head, his face is like a full moon, his eyebrows are thick like ink, his eyes are like stars, he holds the dust in one hand and his long beard in the other, and his bearing is extraordinary, which is enviable. The beggar couldn't help but praise: "What an immortal!"

The Taoist looked the beggar up and down, and said strangely: "Xiaoyou is not a person in my Tao, but he has the mind and bearing of a person in my Tao, which is rare, rare." The beggar also said strangely: "The kid and the fairy chief have never met, but they just laughed three times in debauchery, how dare the fairy chief assert?" The Taoist said: "The first time I heard the laughter of the little friend, I was open-minded and comfortable, broad-minded, free and uninhibited, and my true temperament." There is no need to meet, and hearing is enough. The beggar didn't quite understand the words of the Taoist, but only slurred his words and laughed. The Taoist looked at the beggar again and asked, "What is the year of Xiaoyou?" The beggar was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly replied: "Thirteen or fourteen, my parents died early, and I don't remember it very clearly." The Taoist asked again: "Have you ever studied the Taoism?" Seeing that the beggar shook his head, he asked again: "Have you ever read the Tao Te Ching?" Seeing the beggar shaking his head again, he couldn't help but sigh and shook his head, and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity!" The beggar didn't know what the Taoist was sorry for, but he felt inexplicable, and he didn't care, so he went to rest and didn't mention it.

In the early morning of the next day, a little Taoist boy came, saying that the master of the Dao Sect had an invitation to the real person, and led the beggar to the Void Hall at the top of the peak. Along the way, after countless temples, all hidden and between the grass and trees, although the seats are ingenious and exquisite, they are all perfectly comparable to the surroundings, and there is a sense of Taoguang and obscurity. After thinking last night, the beggar has opened his mind, and his heart is calm at the moment, and he has the intention of visiting and watching.

After the last nine steps, there is a small square, and behind the square is the Hall of Nothingness. At this moment, there were many people standing in the square, dressed in different costumes, and there were as many as six or seven kinds except for those who worshiped the truth. When the little Taoist boy saw this, he stood at the edge of the square, not daring to enter further, and the beggar had to stop. Because they were far away, they couldn't hear the sound of talking, but they saw two people wearing one-color clothes and those who worship the truth and said a few words, hugged their fists, and made a move into the air with their hands, a wooden boat came out of thin air, and the two jumped on the wooden boat, and then hugged their fists, and suddenly sailed towards the sky, like a meteor, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. The beggar also flew in the air, but the speed was incomparable to that in front of him, and he couldn't close his mouth in shock, sighing "There is a sky outside the sky, and there are immortals outside the fairy."

Then, groups of people in different clothes went one after another, or riding wooden birds, or stepping on wishful, or sitting on bamboo fans, or riding jade horses, all of them were the same, and they were wonderful. A moment later, only the Chongzhen disciple in the moon-white robe was left in the square. The little Taoist boy continued to come towards the Void Hall with the beggar, and as soon as he arrived at the front of the hall, the door of the hall had opened from the inside, and several people came out of it. Xiao Daotong pulled the beggar casually and hurriedly stood aside.

But I saw two people in front of me, one was in a moon-white robe, more than half a hundred years old, his hair was already completely white, the breeze lingered between his gestures, the fairy spirit was full of immortality, and his demeanor was heartbreaking;

The white-haired Taoist said: "The matter is serious, and after the virtuous monk goes back, he will definitely report to Ji Zhangjiao." Then the poor road dealt with the things in the door, and he must come to the door to meet. The swordsman hurriedly said: "Although the boy is young and frivolous, he can still distinguish which is more important, and the boy will return in the starry night without delay." Then he hugged his fists and said: "Teach the real person to stay." The great grace is not grateful, if there is a dispatch in the future, the boy will never give up. "With that, he pinched a trick in his left hand, and the long sword behind him staggered out, circling in the air for a circle, growing with the wind, and when it fell to his feet, it was already a foot wide and narrow. The swordsman stepped on the sword, but he didn't see any movement, and the long sword suddenly accelerated, flashing, and then disappearing into the sky.

The beggar watched the swordsman step on his sword, and his heart was shocked and envious, and his excitement was beyond words.