"Senior brother, this white grass root, recorded in "Qianjin Yin Yang Gengjiao Jue", is the most sweet and bitter taste, cold nature, starting with less yin, too yin, and also into the foot Taiyin, Yang Ming Sutra, with cool blood, hemostasis, heat clearing and diuretic effects. Lately, you've been waking up a lot late, so it's time to eat more."

"Oh, let the junior brother bother", the old Taoist priest replied vaguely, ignored him, and continued to look in the direction of Jiangzhou, chewing the bitter and sweet, sweet and bitter grass roots.

Wanglongxi came to Kunlun to decide, roaring thousands of miles to touch the dragon gate.

The old Taoist chanted Hongru Qiujun's poems, he saw that the little Taoist priest had not spoken for a long time, and the wind was strong on the mountain, so he brushed the white whiskers that had been blown away, and continued, "Senior brother, Jiangzhou is the place where Jiaolong dives, and last night a ray of dragon light projected the star of the northern bullfight. You see, after the Ou River bursts, the river that originally surrounded the city was diverted to the right side of Niutou Mountain and rolled east. The mountain on our left is bent like a bow, the mountain on the right stands like a sword, and Niutou Mountain guards the mouth of the Tongou River", which is the king's breath of "the left bow and the right sword, and the bull's head puts the water mouth".

"Well, senior brother wants to test my Lingbao Sutra?"

"Heluo Tuwei, Xingshu, Nine Palaces, Sanqi, Taiyi, and Feifu are the essence of the Southern Sect's Lingbao Sutra", Lao Dao nodded and smiled slightly.

"Senior brother, I don't know much about astral arts, but I see that this image of the original Yijiang Seal has become the image of the Seven Stars King Qi overnight. Looking at the seven high mountains in the past in the distance, arranged like the Big Dipper, corresponding to the Big Dipper", the little Taoist priest has never touched the sword in these years, but he has read the lone book hidden by the ancestors of the past dynasties in the pavilion of this Niutou Mountain, and accidentally found a book of "Qianjin Yin Yang Gengjiao Jue", which records obscure words, I don't know who wrote it, was abandoned in the corner, it was covered with a thick layer of dust, but it is the wind horn, Wangqi, Sanyuan, Dunjia, Liuren, and Taiyi of the Northern Taoist School.

"This river and lake is a huge dragon gate, and the things in this pool are afraid to go through a catastrophe", Lao Dao took off the dust on his waist and scratched his back.

"This whisk handed down by the ancestor has not been carried forward in my hands", he spat out a mouthful of chewed grass root crumbs, "In the future, I am afraid that this burden will fall on your shoulders, as well as the magic sword that hangs high in the Jade Void Palace." I'm afraid it will take a few years for the world to be clean."

The little Taoist priest looked at this unfathomable master brother and scratched his head, "Senior brother, I may still know a thing or two about this scripture, but let me be in charge of the huge Niutou Mountain, I can't control it, and Senior Brother Jiao and Senior Brother Lu are worthy of such a big responsibility."

"Senior brother, you are still in infancy, and Master has passed away. Although he didn't give you the mantle himself, he was the most proud disciple in his life", Lao Dao glanced at this immature and weak little junior brother, and felt a little distressed, "That's it, let's talk about it later", he hesitated in his heart, "Is this bullhead mountain heavy? Do you really want him to carry it alone?"

"Senior brother, Director Li of Jiangzhou has been waiting for you in Yuxu Palace for three days and three nights, vomiting blood in a hurry, like ants on a hot pot. You have been practicing in the thatched hermitage on the top of this mountain, but you can't get away with it. In the face of this great luck, shouldn't our generation bend to the dust, save the danger, and make all kinds of merits? Maybe we can revive the luck of my Niutou Mountain in the past?"

"Senior brother, when will your elm head be able to open up, the Tao can be Tao, the extraordinary Tao, all sentient beings in the six realms, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, karma, and other mortals who peep into the heavens can not change it."

"Don't say that our little Niutou Mountain can't stop the king's spirit, what if Shi Beiwu of Sumeru Mountain has touched the land fairy realm. Thirty years ago, the first battle of Panyue Tangqu was not to bow to the Yan King Shence army, kill 50,000 silver iron armor in the double whip pit, and slaughter 30,000 Hanmen scholars in Panyue Hongdumen. Whoever you are before the royal power must bow your head and bend your back. In order to compete for the luck of the world, Zhao Yanxiang of Wudang competed with Wang Daokun, the eunuch of Qintian, in the dynasty, and assassinated the people of the king's spirit, in an attempt to change the luck of the world.

Lao Dao untied the gourd in his waist, raised his head and poured a mouthful, moistened his throat, and continued, "This Jianghu is invincible with two fists and four feet, the trend of the times, the people's aspirations, how can ordinary people change their luck against the sky." The courage of the puppet will be delayed for a few years at most, and then it will be even more miserable, and the people will not be able to make a living."

The old Taoist talked a lot, so that the little junior brother who had not yet glimpsed the luck of heaven closed his mouth in surprise, looked at the old Taoist priest, with a look of admiration, and said softly, "If you want to carry it forward, isn't there still you in charge of the senior brother?"

Lao Dao didn't answer, he had already lived for two years, and he knew that the end was coming, but he didn't want this little junior brother to be sad.

"When Senior Brother goes down the mountain another day, can you bother to cut a robe for me? This robe of mine was also given to me by Senior Brother a few years ago. I'm not too young, I'm more decent, and I'm ...... hospitable."

"Senior brother, have you moved your heart again? We cultivators are the most frugal and thrifty. You're growing now, your clothes fit too well, and you'll be too small in a few days. Master Zu said that I have three treasures, one is compassion, the second is thrift, and the third is daring to be the first in the world, and thrift is the treasure of Qing Xiu."

"Oh", the little Taoist priest was not annoyed, blinked his deep eyes, turned his head sideways and smiled and said, "By the way, I was in a hurry to go up the mountain last night, and I accidentally broke your beloved seven-star jade ......."

"Oh", the old Taoist priest looked indifferent on his face, and his heart ached, that was his most proud teapot, every time someone went up the mountain to talk about the Tao, he always praised the treasures in this pot, but he didn't expect to give the little Taoist priest "excess" again.

"Good, good, junior brother, didn't you take it to alchemy for your second senior brother Hejia Nian again, right?"

A hint of cunning flashed in the little Taoist's eyes, "No." If I lie to you, my last name is written upside down ......".

"Frightened, the master said that you are honest and honest, and you will not deceive me", Tianningzi stood up and dusted off the dirt on his body, looking at the round of golden crows that climbed out of the east, the sea of clouds was churning, like a dragon going out to sea, covering the Jiangzhou City under his feet, and the sky was full of sunshine.

"It's not too early, it's time to go back."

Sixteen years have passed, and the incense of Niutoushan is indeed more prosperous than before.

But it's not because there are really some immortals, so that those ordinary people in the world worship and make wishes. But six years ago, Wang Chengyan had nothing to do in his spare time, and he unintentionally turned to a book of obscure "Qianjin Yin Yang Gengjiao Jue" from the pile of dust. The little Taoist priest is the only person in this Niutou Mountain who has finished reading the books in the Yizhang Pavilion collection, he is talented and intelligent, and he is naturally curious about this obscure book.

One day, in the year of the whale's back, in the year of Hejia, a Danjing was found in Chaoguanfeng, a mixed well spring, which was bottomless, and the color was more than Xuangui, and it was as sweet as a link.

So he took a group of disciples and grandchildren to alchemy in Chaoguanfeng every day.

I don't know how many times the Jiuding Dan furnace has been blown up, and it burns up and down without skin and hair, and it is miserable. The little Taoist priest secretly changed the medicinal materials for this senior brother's Dan furnace, but the pill he wanted to refine was like gold liquid, and the snow-white silver filaments of the crane year turned white to yellow.

This old Taoist, who had no hope of immortality, pestered the little Taoist priest to seek the secret recipe for refining the elixir.

Taoism to compassion, pilgrims and poor scholars, farmers and woodcutters who come up to the mountain, occasionally get some pills to save emergencies, and the more courageous disciples and grandchildren take the pills down the mountain to sell, and they are famous in Jiangzhou, and the incense is also a little better.

Niutou Mountain incense is not prosperous, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, for hundreds of years it is the avenue of Qian, Kun Taoist practitioners, Taoist priests have 10,000 people. In addition to the Jade Void Palace, it is the Ming Nunnery of Kun Dao cultivation who is in charge of cultivation.

At the foot of the mountain, on the bluestone steps, men and women come and go.

Originally, in this Niutou Mountain, Gandao (male Taoist) and Kun Dao (female Taoist) did not interact with each other, only because Wang Chengyan was too eye-catching, Kun Daoist Daoist masters put down their reserve and walked around each other.

In the Yuxu Palace, the head of the sect and his four junior disciples are respected.

At this time, the foot of Niutou Mountain trembled violently, and the two thousand-year-old locust trees under Niutou Mountain, the treasure of the town, are said to be the same age as Niutou Mountain. Shaken by the thunderous earthquake, the leaves fell like rain.

Many pilgrims were surprised and stopped to watch.

The iron armor of a hundred royal soldiers under the mountain is bright and uniform. Running to the front of the mountain, the light cavalry captain Luo Zi waved his gesture, a hundred iron armor dismounted and fell into the saddle, silent and silent, the discerning person knew at a glance that the government soldiers were mighty, enough to be one enemy hundred.

The only path up the mountain in Niutou Mountain is also in disrepair due to disrepair, and the cliffs are steep during heavy rains. Walking on this path, even the tiger who is good at drilling mountains and mountains is worried, so it is called "Tiger Cliff". At this moment, on the Huchou Cliff, a snow-white horse is extraordinary, and the horns are faintly visible behind the side of the ears.

A young man on horseback, carrying a sword on his back, urged the handsome horse to leap over the muddy mountain road, followed by three carriages. On the carriage were the old lady and the county lord Ye Qingxuan, and then the big shopkeeper Ji Moting, a few men and medicinal herbs.

On both sides of the mist-shrouded Huchou Cliff, there is a pair of majestic stone carvings:

One gas and three clear potentials are more strange, and the magic in the pot must be extinguished.

This is the founding patriarch of Niutou Mountain, Cheng Yi, who taught Niu Er on the Taoist.

"Brother, let me ask you, you are in the first half of the mountain, can he really cure all diseases now?", the county lord Ye Qingxuan changed into a cloud dress, a cloud bun like ink, and a golden bead hairpin swaying, very pretty.

She seemed to be a little uneasy, lifted the bead curtain, looked out with her eyes, and a few big characters with an imposing rainbow "one gas and three clears" loomed in the clouds.

I don't know when it started, the little Taoist priest was always nervous when he saw the county lord.

The county lord was mean, and when he saw this uncle and ancestor who was respected by everyone, he didn't agree with each other and taught a lesson of punching and kicking.

"That little Taoist priest herding cattle is too capable of learning, I guess he is studying tirelessly now", Yang Ze replied, and he remembered the first time he and the county lord went to Niutou Mountain ten years ago.

The first time I saw the little Taoist priest Wang Chengyan, at that time, the tiger-headed and cute little Taoist priest, followed behind the elder brother Tianningzi, timid, not like Tianningzi's junior brother, but like the jade palace tea boy, timid as Qingfeng, his only playmate on this mountain is the same timid calf.

There was nothing to do on Niutou Mountain, and the three children soon played together.

Wang Chengyan also pretended to be a "husband" to the milky Ye Qingxuan, when the little Taoist priest bowed his head and was silent, thin-skinned, and did not agree to live or die, and was dragged by Ye Qingxuan by the ear......

"Hmph, I don't believe it, how did that pair of words be written?", the county lord was surprised to find that the miracle of "one gas and three clears" was engraved on the cliff of Qianren, but there was no place to set foot around, smooth as a mirror.

"What's so strange about this, it's all the Taoist things that are tricked into the mystery, this Taoist ancestral garden, famous mountains and rivers, not everyone is willing to go to the rivers and lakes, many people are indifferent to fame and fortune, it is said that Cheng Yi is a master who has never been born, and later feathered and soared on the Wangjiang Stone in this Niutou Mountain", before the son of the world answered, the old horseman sat in front of the carriage, smiled honestly, and muttered to himself, "Immortal...... The immortal has an egg?"

In the battle of Tongou River, the white-clothed monks of the Lianhua Temple of Fanyin Mountain had 36 Bodhi seeds, and 20 were out.

Dao Rao, the sect leader of the Wind Thunder Sect, resisted twenty Buddhist chantings, but he was in rags, and he finally cultivated the Wind Thunder Xuantian Gong for hundreds of years, which was enough to regress a hundred years of skill.

Yun Hengjia is already a member of Buddhism, and he does not want to fight more.

Wei Zhongcheng is not easy to be strong, so let him go.

But the little girl has just become familiar with Yang Ze and others, and she is reluctant to give up, and she turns back three times in one step. Yang Ze and the county lord promised to go to Lianhua Temple to see her in the future, and the tears of grievance of the little girl before going out swirled in her eyes, which made Ye Qingxuan sigh for a long time.

"General Yunlu, who was so powerful back then, was not as good as a girl when he entered the Buddhist gate, and he didn't miss the old feelings at all", Wei Zhongcheng picked up the feather fan and shook it gently, and the past was like smoke.

Wei Zhongcheng rushed to make the silver iron armor can only trap the enemy, not hurt the enemy, but it makes the ten disciples of the inner gate of the Wind Thunder Sect frightened, presumably after this trap, these people will go to the next level of swordsmanship.

Since then, it has been rumored in the rivers and lakes that "Xishu Pan Yueman's silver iron armor has reappeared in the rivers and lakes".

As the mountain rises, the moss on both sides of the white marble stone is thick, and the steps spread upward, there are thousands of steps, and the momentum is magnificent. Baiyunsheng, several huge Taoist temples loom in the middle of the mountain shrouded in mist. Everyone got off the car and walked, and at the foot of the mountain, there was already a little Taoist priest who knew the guest and rushed up the mountain to show people from the Yang Mansion.

Everyone got off the car and walked, halfway up the mountain, a hundred zhang wide, and the marble square came into everyone's eyes.

A few troubled little Taoist priests stopped and watched.

This man and woman are even more eye-catching than their uncle Wang Chengyan. Especially the girl, dressed in colorful clouds, like a piece of transparent Hetian jasper, full of brilliance, bright eyes and bright teeth, annoying for the people, these little Taoist priests who have lived in the mountains for a long time can't help but be a little stupid.

"Lingyun, don't look at it, this is a tigress under the mountain", sprinkled the trail and patted him on the back of the head, Lingyun didn't realize it, looked at the girl's back stupidly, swallowed his saliva, and said unwillingly, "No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a tiger in the mountains."

Just passing by the road, the county lord found that there is really a Taoist temple called "Ming Nunnery" here, the word "Ming" is written as "Shu", and the word "Ming" is really written wrong.

Last time, Yang Ze said the reason for the typo, and Ye Qingxuan didn't care. "Day" is changed to "eye", not Tianningzi Lao Dao opened his eyes and wrote a typo, according to Master Wei's words, this is on behalf of "a pair of discerning eyes" to know all things, see white clouds and dogs.

Wang Chengyan saw that his "wife" Ye Qingxuan hadn't seen her for a while, and the eighteenth year of the female college had changed, with a cloud dress, and a golden belt around her waist, which was already budding and waiting to be released.

Several apprentices went down the mountain, took their own golden pills to swagger and deceive, and were taught a lesson by Ye Qingxuan, but didn't they touch their own heads? She is a "book of heaven" that is more difficult to read than the most obscure Gengjiao recipe on the mountain.

Ye Qingxuan always dragged his little uncle down the mountain to play, this little Taoist boy who was more stubborn than his green cow, he would not go down the mountain even if he was killed.

"Don't go down the mountain for the rest of your life."