I saw that there is a stele on the left side of the mountain gate, and the stele is engraved with ten Taoist cloud patterns and painted divine characters, which is "the blessed land of Wanshou Mountain, the cave of Wuzhuang." "There is a couplet on the door: Immortal Immortal Mansion, the same longevity Taoist family as the sky.

Walking to the door, I heard a hearty laughter coming, "Early this morning, the poor road heard the sound of magpies on the tree in front of my Wuzhuang Guan, and knew that there was a great virtue to visit, and now the nine days of clouds will move, if it is really a moral cultivator to come, Zhen Yuanzi has lost his welcome, and please forgive the sin." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw that among the heads of the door, a moral cultivator came out, a good immortal, wearing a purple and gold crown, and wearing a worry-free crane. Shoes are placed under the feet and ribbons are tied around the waist. The body is like a child, and the face is like a beauty. The three whiskers flutter under the chin, and the crows fold the sideburns. Holding a jade deer, the dust silk flutters in the wind, swaying the sparkling treasure light, and the end is the Taoist Qing monk, the mountain immortal.

Seeing this, Hongyun immediately smiled and said, "Brother Zhenyuan Dao, Poor Dao is here to bother you again today, your spiritual root and spiritual fruit, but it has already been prepared?"

Seeing Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun immediately greeted him, and the no-return Taoist hurriedly followed.

I saw Zhen Yuanzi glance at the red cloud, and said angrily: "Okay, you are a lazy Taoist, you don't think about cultivating well, and you are concentrating on my few fruits, if it weren't for the fact that there are great virtuous Taoist friends here today, the door of these five villages will not let you in." ”

Looking at the two of them making fun of each other, the returnless Taoist secretly said, these two people are really close friends, and the novels of their previous lives are honest.

But seeing that Zhen Yuanzi was angry, he immediately tidied up his clothes, walked in front of the Taoist of no return, and said: "Fusheng Immeasurable Tianzun, poor Dao Wanshou Mountain Wuzhuang Guan Zhen Yuanzi, I have seen Taoist friends, I don't know where Youxian Mountain is, where is the immortal name?"

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, I have heard for a long time the name of Zhenyuan Daxian in Wuzhuang of Wanshou Mountain, and the poor Dao Xuangui is a scattered cultivator without returning, and I have seen Brother Zhenyuan Dao. Seeing this, the returnless person also hurriedly returned the salute.

"Where is it, there is no return to the Taoist friends to praise it, the poor road is only the mountain village repair, there should be so praised by the Taoist friends, it is said, I have a spiritual root in the mountain, and now it is ripe, the two Taoist friends came, but they are enjoying it, please quickly enter the view and rest for a while. Zhen Yuanzi waved the dust in his hand when he heard this, and laughed repeatedly.

"Oh, but the ginseng fruit tree, one of the ten innate spiritual roots? Poor Dao has always heard that this ginseng fruit is the first division of chaos, the beginning of Hongmeng's judgment, and when the world first opens, this spiritual root is produced, and it is called the name of the grass and the pill, and the famous ginseng fruit. It blooms once in 3,000 years, bears fruit once in 3,000 years, and is ripe in another 3,000 years, and it takes 10,000 years to eat. It was as if in ten thousand years, only thirty fruits were produced. The appearance of the fruit is similar to that of a child who is not yet full of three dynasties, with all four limbs and salty facial features. If a person is destined to get that fruit and smell it, he will live to be 360 years old, and if he eats one, he will live for 47,000 years. The returnless man said.

Hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi was stunned, the matter of having this ginseng fruit tree in his hand is a top secret, and only Hongyun knows about it in the world.

Immediately, Zhen Yuanzi looked at Hongyun, only saying that Hongyun had told the innocent Taoist about this matter, but he saw that Hongyun was also looking at the Daoist with a shocked face, and he didn't know where he learned about such secrets.

Looking at the stunned eyes of the two, the Daoist hurriedly smiled: "Brother Zhenyuan Daoist doesn't need to look at Hongyun Daoyou, but this matter is not told by Hongyun Daoyou, but Poor Dao learned by chance, speaking of which, Poor Dao also has a spiritual root in his hand, called Bitter Bamboo, and the ginseng fruit tree, but it is in the same vein, so I know a little bit of the secret, and please Zhenyuan Daoist Brother Don't misunderstand." ”

Saying that, a little green light flashed in the hands of the no-return Taoist, and he saw that the six pure bamboos fell in his hands, which was really scattered with green flowers, infinite vitality, sealing people's six senses, showing his own mystery, and the more supportive of the no-return Taoist immortal was outstanding, which was extraordinary.

Originally, hearing the returnless Taoist say the heel of his spiritual root, Zhen Yuanzi was still more guarded in his heart, and he didn't want the returnless Taoist to blow himself up in the next moment.

If it is said that the politeness with the Daoist of No Return just now was just for the sake of Hongyun's face, at this time, looking at the Daoist of No Return, Zhen Yuanzi had already regarded him as a friend who was also like-minded, and a kind smile appeared on his face, "So that's the case, it seems that the poor Dao and the Taoist friend are also fated, come and come, quickly enter and rest, quickly enter and rest." ”

Seeing this, Hongyun also breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded yes, "Yes, yes, yes, let's get into the view, so that Brother Zhenyuan Dao can take out the ginseng fruit, and it is only ten o'clock in the deliciousness of it." ”

As he spoke, a group of three people walked to the view, and the people who had no return looked around, and saw that the pine slope was cold and the bamboo path was quiet. The white cranes send floating clouds, and offer fruits when they go up and down the apes. The pond in front of the door is wide and the shadow of the tree is long, and the stone cracks and moss flowers are broken. The palace is extremely high, and the towers are ethereal. It's really a blessed spiritual area, Penglai Cloud Cave. There are few people in the void, and the silence is born. Every time the blue bird transmits the queen mother's letter, Ziluan often sends the old king's scripture. I can't see the majestic moral wind, and I can't help but secretly envy the house of the gods.

The three of them walked through the second portal and walked towards the main hall. Originally, it was five halls facing south, all of which were carved lattices with bright and dark tops. Zhen Yuanzi shook off the jade deer, and no one opened the lattice, so he invited the two of them to enter the hall. I saw that in the middle of the wall hung the two big characters of "heaven and earth" in colorful pretenses, set up a vermilion carved lacquer incense table, a pair of gold furnace bottles on the several, and there was a convenient whole incense by the hearth.

Seeing this, the no-return Taoist naturally will not be like Tang Sanzang in Journey to the West, asking the question of why the other party worships heaven and earth, but said that now is the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, not to mention that the name of the three Qings is not obvious, and the four emperors have not yet returned to their positions, so it is impossible to appear on this case.

Immediately, the non-returning Taoist stepped forward, poured incense into the furnace with his left hand, and bowed three turns, so that after three bows, the three of them walked to the inner room together, and it was another lecture to confirm the cultivation, and so on, and a hundred years passed in a hurry.

A hundred years passed in a hurry, and the three of them had their own gains, but Hongyun was the first to sit still, and couldn't help urging: "Brother Zhenyuan Dao, now that it has been a hundred years, hurry up and take out the ginseng fruit for hospitality." ”