Chapter 1 A little cinnabar and a laugh

Liangzhou was originally a mixture of fish and dragons, the Buddhism on the grassland took the lead, the emperor had to make a big deal of Northern Wudang, and even in less than three years, he successively enshrined the Zhenwu Emperor Yousheng Zhenjun Xuantian God, and the Demon Tianzun, but for Longhu Mountain, it was scoffed at and made a small fuss. Xuantian God is dead but straight to the nine heavens, the dragon and tiger mountain is dedicated to the three Qing patriarchs, the thirty-three heavens of the iron nail, the old gods and immortals are extremely high, naturally disdain in the main hall for the northern emperor of the North Wudang, the temple is too small, and the ceremony is not in line.

In addition, the old fairy did not want Li Jinglan to be too ostentatious, until he left Liangzhou, he found a small Taoist temple under the Dragon and Tiger Gate, bathed, burned incense, opened the valley, cleaned clothes, visited the Sanqing patriarch, prayed to the ancestor, and performed three bows and nine bows.

Only then did the old immortal explain his name to Li Jinglan one by one.

Longhu Mountain was formerly known as Yunjin Mountain, the peaks stretch for dozens of miles, it is said that ninety-nine dragons gather here, the mountain is like a dragon plate, like a tiger, the dragon and tiger compete for the male, the momentum is not compatible; Shangqing Creek floats in from the east distance, walks slowly according to the mountain, turns the peak around the mountain, seems to take a break, seems to love the scene, crosses the beach and is white, meets the pool and is green, or whispers elegantly, or meditates quietly. Ninety-nine peaks and twenty-four rocks, take the water to the softest, around the mountain and turn the peak of the stream, all over the ninety-nine dragons of the masculine, the mountain and the water green, pleasant and quiet, the south of the Yangtze River is unique. A thousand years ago, the two immortal cranes guided the patriarch Zhang Daoling and his disciples to enter and exit the mountains and practice alchemy. The mountain god is conscious, and the dragon and tiger appear. Since then, Longhu Mountain, clear water and Danshan Mountain, the Taoist rhyme is clear and strangely beautiful, ranking first among the famous mountains of Taoism, known as the first fairyland of Taoism.

After Zhang Daoling ascended in Longhu Mountain, the fourth generation of Heavenly Master Zhang Shengshi, the Heavenly Master of the past dynasties, lived here, guarded Longhu Mountain to seek immortals, sat in the Qing Palace, lived in the Heavenly Master's Mansion for self-cultivation, hereditary Taoism unified thirteen generations, Yishi followed the guard for more than 1,200 years, let the world change dynasties, honor and favor undiminished, officials to a grade, a very good minister, yellow and purple nobles, abound. Today, how the Zhou Dynasty values Confucianism, but the two great families of "Nanzhang (Daozun) and North (Master)" cannot be ignored.

The old fairy is more than 100 years old, surnamed Zhang Zongxi, in terms of generation, he is the uncle of Zhang Chengqian, the ancestor of the Taoist of this generation, and the ancestor of the tenth generation Zhang Baoyuan, just because he once wrote a poem when he was young:

Thirty purple and thirty poor, thirty plugged on a getaway.

Life is full of green mountains, and the Jade Emperor Tower at the end of the world.

A word into a poke.

Thirty years trapped in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, praying for the first emperor Zhou Wenping's blessing and longevity, Qing words to buy peace; Zhao Yushui, a person of Yuding Dao, entered the road with a sword, slashed the dragon and Zhenhai for 30 years, watched the sea and realized the sword, and achieved the immortal. Thirty years, plugged the sermon, and the right side of the mountain road on the mountainside of the Cangjing Landa, built a small temple, non-Guru is not enough to speak, not enough to argue, not to argue can not go south, with his own strength to block the southward movement of the Landa Mountain. So much so that the previous emperor is now all overwhelmed by it. It is called: the true man.

Although Zhang Zongxi is more than 100 years old, but his own realm is still in the realm of a celestial phenomenon, one is the nature of the old Taoist, the other is the old Taoist monk a line of cultivation of the Xuanmen authentic Jade Emperor Building, the Jade Emperor Building was originally the ancestor of Longhu Mountain to Longhu Mountain Seven Star Building clouds around the sunrise, sitting on the cliff and watching the Tao and born, the old Taoist priest since the age of eleven into Chang'an, thirty years back to the mountain, thirty and thirty, but dozens of days, sitting and watching the Seven Star Tower only a few times, naturally is missing some luck.

Zhang Zongxi told one by one, and Li Jinglan was dumbfounded.

Fortunately, the two saints, one south and one north, seem to be determined by heaven, otherwise the two old men often get together, Li Jinglan suddenly jumped out, surprise is not surprised?

Li Jinglan was so cranky, his face was suddenly happy, suddenly sad, sometimes fascinated, sometimes twisted, the old Taoist priest couldn't help rubbing his sideburns, and the brain hurt when he was such a disciple who jumped out of the stall!

After the apprenticeship, Li Jinglan's hard days came, not that the old Taoist never brought a few more pennies on him, but that Li Jinglan was a well-known loser, and the old Taoist was better than him.

Li Jinglan only saw the master's extraordinary at this time, chanting scriptures, playing Jiao, and divination, all of which are hand-to-hand, and he can't be idle, the master recites the scriptures, Li Jinglan helps the master clean up the odd and miscellaneous work, the master calculates, Li Jinglan helps chop wood and pick vegetables at the inn, all the way, the master of a product does not see, and he removes a gold medal and foot coolie.

Zhang Baoxi is leisurely, and Li Jinglan has never been so relaxed.

I don't think about the past, I don't think about the future, a rare period of leisure, six hundred miles of travel, the world is hot and cold, the waves are rising, the wreckage of the sunset is seen, the purple air is seen in the east, the arrogance of the state officials and officials, the fierceness of the women in the countryside, the difficulty of the profiteers and soldiers, the generosity of the small people in the market, Zhang Baoxi is happy in it, and Li Jinglan has something to gain.

On this day, relying on Zhang Baoxi's spit splash and the shocking child's face and crane hair, only to catch a medium passenger boat, the master and apprentice went down the Yanzi River, the next morning, the boat passed through the mountain range, the cliffs on both sides were like a knife, the passenger ship went straight downstream, the thirty-mile waterway passed in half an hour, the mouth of the gorge was narrow and turned up a few feet long white waves, the river was turbulent, the passenger boat drifted with the waves, its momentum was like an arrow, through the peaks.

The terrain suddenly opened up, the river surface was wide, a golden light flashed out from the east, spreading out half of the river golden scales, Li Jinglan in the bow of the boat couldn't help but let out a long roar, the mountains and thousands of ravines echoed together, the chest was bored for thousands of miles, the 38,000 pores were all comfortable, and there was an extra cinnabar mark the size of a jujube core at the center of the eyebrows.

Zhang Zongxi stroked his palms and laughed:

Yunzhang jade pattern ordinary pen, five flavors and nine songs purple Chentian.

The Jade Emperor looks at the tide upstairs, and a little cinnabar is too mysterious.

On this day, Li Jinglan went straight to the third floor, full of energy, a proper second-grade little master.