Songtao Temple is a small Taoist temple, in the world's Taoist gates, there is no fame at all. So few people know that in the depths of the northern foot of Qingcheng Mountain, there is such a place.

I don't know how many years the small Taoist temple has existed, and the color of those wooden walls and bricks has turned black, but I am afraid that the time will not be short. Outside the view is a large area of needle pine forest, lush all the year round, standing on the stone steps at the entrance of the view and looking at it from afar, you can't see the edge.

The stone steps are very high, and when you count them, there are one hundred and twenty steps, implying the number of heavenly and terrestrial branches. It's just that the top level, but only half of it is left, and the slightly oblique section is as smooth as a mirror, as if it has been cut out with a sharp weapon.

The perennial pure Taoist temple has visitors today.

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Wudu Hou Yuanshao is very proud. Since I occasionally met that immortal chief eight years ago, my future has been like a ship with sails up, and it will be smooth sailing. Lao Tzu died five years ago, and the family was in a lot of trouble, and the eldest and fourth and fifth beat their heads to bleed, and they didn't admit it, but in the end, they let his younger brother take advantage of him, and he attacked the title without danger.

In the first month of the seventeenth year of Changhua, that is, at the beginning of this year, Yuan Shao received an edict from Beijing, and His Majesty the Emperor suddenly remembered to meet this clan relative who was far away in the Western Domain. Since Emperor Taizu ascended to the pole and Yuan Shao's ancestors were divided into Xichuan, this branch of Wudu Marquis has never entered Beijing. It is difficult for the emperors of all dynasties to think that there is such a clan in Xichuan, and the Marquis of Wudu in the past dynasties has also fallen into a comfortable place, and he is silent as his own soil emperor in Xichuan.

When he first received the edict, Yuan Shao was very worried. The one in Luoyang City is now a well-known faint king, and he wants to summon him today, but he is afraid that he will not have any good intentions. The immortal chief of the year had already left the house, and the good fortune of entering Beijing became unpredictable.

Who knows, after half a year in Beijing, I didn't receive an edict to meet him. The emperor was just idle and bored that day, occasionally flipped through the roster of the clan, and when he saw the title of the Marquis of Wudu, he said casually, I didn't know that there was such a family of relatives, and I would like to see him when I have time. Although the emperor said it casually, the eunuch on duty did not dare to be careless, this master was moody, how do you know if there is any deep meaning in his words. You must know that over the years, there have been many relatives who have killed Guan. So a piece of edict went to Xichuan, but fortunately, the eunuch was still cautious and did not arrange for the forbidden army of the brigade to accompany him, otherwise Yuan Shao might be so frightened that he hung a white silk directly on the beams of the house.

After the emperor said that, he never mentioned this stubble again, and of course the people below did not dare to make decisions on their own. So Yuan Shao lived in Luoyang for half a year, and his heart hung in his throat all day long, and he almost didn't get scared. He didn't dare to spend money to go to the door, for fear of being accused of making friends with bad intentions by a foreign vassal and an internal eunuch. Later, I really couldn't get through it, and with the idea that stretching out my head and shrinking my head was also a knife, I went to the road with a hard head.

After receiving the excerpt, the foolish emperor didn't bother to think about whether he had summoned this Zongjia, and since he came, he would see him. It is also Yuan Shao's high fortune, his round fat face is already a little pleasing, and he played a few words correctly, which won the sacred heart, not only let him go back to Xichuan, but also greatly promoted his title.

After returning to Sichuan, Yuan Shao remembered that the immortal chief had mentioned the Songtao Temple of Qingcheng Mountain, so he sent someone to find here, wanting to come and ask for a blessing.

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"Senior brother, do you see it?" Songtao Guanguan Lord Sanxin Dao Chang is sitting in front of a low table, wearing a pure white robe, with a purple wood hairpin on the black bun on his head, and three strands of long hair hanging down, which will fall on the Taiji Liangyi diagram on his chest, which is really like a fairy among the gods. However, he was looking at the other side at this time, and his face was full of respect.

"A dying person, what is there to see? If a good Wudu Marquis doesn't do it, he just wants to be the king of Xichuan, so he will inevitably end up with three horizontal and vertical swords. The one who spoke was an old man, the triangular eyes were slanting a book with a broken cover in his left hand, I don't know if the sound of the cicadas in the pine forest outside the view was getting louder and louder, the old man's brows were furrowed, and the broken pu fan in his right hand also accelerated the rhythm of the shaking, as if to drive away the scorching heat and the noisy cicada chirping.

The Three-Heart Dao Leader pondered for a moment and said, "It's okay." Such mundane things are not worth the trouble of senior brothers. I also saw that the second senior brother had some earthly fate with him back then, so I let him into the view. And this called a man and sent him away. ”

The cicadas are singing noisier.

Lao Dao was even more impatient, "I know, I have lived all my life, and I haven't figured it out, but you can know? Mu Bing, you go and drive those annoying insects away." provoked the old-fashioned nature, not to mention those hundred-year-old needle pine, even this broken Taoist temple, I burned it to see if you can still make noise here. ”

The Three-Heart Daoist smiled bitterly and shook his head silently.

The little Taoist boy who was boiling medicine outside put down the bamboo fan in his hand, picked up a bamboo pole beside him, and walked towards the ancient pine in the courtyard. Looking at his movements, he is unusually skilled, and he must have done no less work.

The sound of cicadas suddenly stopped.

"Don't mention that thing that doesn't make it. I just had a few words with him back then, but it was good, so I went down the mountain and went to be the idle cloud and wild crane. That's fine, but I got into these troubles again, and I want you, who are junior brothers, to wipe your ass. Lao Dao's mood seemed to calm down a little, but his mouth did not relax at all.

"I'm going to get rid of that mundane thing, so as not to trouble my brother. "The three-hearted Taoist knows that when he mentions the second senior brother who went down the mountain, the senior brother who is usually as calm as water will lose his temper for no reason, and if he doesn't go faster, he is afraid that he will hurt the pond fish.

There was a wind blowing in the courtyard, as if it were coming from the northwest.

Lao Dao's heart moved slightly, and his brows furrowed even more. The wind blew through the courtyard, blew open the small window, and blew the old oily green shirt.

"This world is going to be chaotic. ”

"Huh?" The Sanxin Dao Chief, who had already walked to the door, heard this, and was a little confused. When he turned around, his senior brother was gone, and there was only a broken book and a fan left on the low table in the room.

The sound of cicadas outside the courtyard suddenly sounded happily again, and with the fluctuation of pine waves, it spread all over the northern foot of Qingcheng Mountain.

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There is a temple in Hanshan, which is a famous Hanshan Temple.

There is no Gusu City outside Hanshan Temple, and naturally there will be no bell for the passenger ship in the middle of the night.

Today is the day of the opening lecture of Hanshan Temple, eighteen morning bells have sounded, and the futon in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall has long been full. The first one was a young monk, dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, with his hands folded, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes closed, but he couldn't see his face clearly.

There was a sudden wind in the hall, and the yellow bell of one hundred and eight catties slammed, and no one hit it, but it shook suddenly, resounding through the cold mountain. Rao is class of senior monks can not help but be taken aback. Only the young monk of the first seat did not move, but just sighed lightly, and the original palms of the original folded changed their gestures slightly.

The bell slowly stopped, and the afterglow was just gone, and the moon-white monk's robe was gone, as if it had disappeared into the air with the bell.

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Hebei County, Daliang City.

The Guandi Temple in the north of the city has long been cut off from incense, and in these years, there are more and more people worshipping Buddha and believing in the Tao, but this righteous martial saint seems to have been forgotten.

It's May, and although it's not as hot in the north as in the south, it's already past the sunbathing season. But at the root of the broken earthen wall of the Guandi Temple, a man basking in the sun was sitting. Looking at it, he was obviously a beggar, with messy withered hair, tightly wrapped in a shabby cotton jacket, only no shoes were worn underneath, and the naked feet were crystal like jade, and they were not as white as words.

Outside the wall, a wind suddenly blew the hem of the torn cotton jacket, vaguely revealing the colorful inside. The big man looked up, and the sun in the sky was still dazzling. He squinted for a moment, sighed softly, and then rose with the wind and disappeared.

Only the earthen wall that was originally leaning against the man rejoiced, and after being blocked for a long time, he could finally see the long-lost sunshine, although the day was really vicious.

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Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise.

At the end of the long waterfall, where the white clouds are born, there stands a grass house. The roots of the thatched grass around the house are all green, three fingers wide, and all of them point obliquely to the sky.

"There seems to be something going on by the East Sea, and the three have already rushed over. I don't know when the master will leave?" The middle-aged scribe standing in front of the Lu was gentle and elegant, bowing slightly, with infinite respect.

The big man in the house has a linen ancient crown, a bearded face, and the roots are like swords and thorns, so that when people see it, they will think of the four words of heroic and dry clouds.

"The world is going to be chaotic, and it's not a big deal. If it is not broken, it will not be established, and if it is not chaotic, those people will not be worried about the sky. Besides, even if it's going to be messy, it's not in front of you, so why be in such a hurry. Don't bother. ”

"What the master taught. It's just ......"

"Qin Yi, Master knows that although you have been in the Tianshan Mountains all these years, you have always cared about the world. If you don't take a look, you won't be reassured. Well, you can go and have a look. ”

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A boulder by the East China Sea, a monk, a beggar, all standing with their hands in their hands. Only the middle-aged scribe leaned back slightly, standing respectfully and bowing slightly.

"Your master didn't come?"

Without waiting for the scribe to speak, the old man laughed at himself, "The world says that he is the closest man to God, and such worldly trivial things naturally can't move his mind." ”

"The family teacher didn't ask about the world, so he sent a late birth to serve the three seniors. The middle-aged scribe still looked respectful.

"Senior Brother Qin is too humble, with the cultivation of the senior brother as the seniority, he is above the little monk, and the word senior, how can the little monk afford it. The voice was like a yellow warbler out of the valley, but it was the young monk with a white beard.

"Your old ghost master is too, why did you let such a young monk inherit the mantle?"

"What the Taoist chief said is very true. The little monk is stupid and knows that it is difficult to take on this great responsibility, so he is really afraid. It's just that the teacher's order was disobeyed, and he had to do his best. Amitabha Buddha ...... "The young monk is still calm, like an ancient well.

The wind came suddenly.

The originally calm sea suddenly became undulating, and the waves came with the wind, smashing viciously on the boulders, scattering into countless splashes in an instant, but not a drop of splashes fell on the bodies of the four people.

In the distance, a faint starlight suddenly appeared in the originally dark sky, but it gradually brightened, and Orr divided into two points, one south and one north, and drew two red tracks in the dark sky, as if someone had cut the sky twice with a knife.

The faces of the four of them were slightly condensed and silent.

"I see. The beggar, who had not made a sound, spoke at this time: "I just don't know where the qi should be." ”

"Luck is born, and today I can't see the clues, and when that luck condenses into fruit, I will know it. ”

Another wave came, and the cliff was empty.

No one noticed that soon after the scar that had been cut by the two points of light healed, a faint light appeared in the sky, and it struggled to go north and south, but it was swept away by a black undercurrent, and finally sank into the vast sea.

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The seventeenth year of Changhua of the Great Wei Dynasty, the year of Bingshen. In autumn, there was a riot in Luoyang, Kyoto, and Emperor Changhua was killed, which was the "Bingshen Change". However, the turmoil came quickly, and it subsided faster, and three days later, His Royal Highness Prince An, the younger brother of Changhua, cleared Kyoto, spread the word to the world, and ascended to the position of the Ninth Five-Year Plan. In the following year, the Yuan Shaotong was changed, and the Emperor of Changhua was called the Emperor of Filial Piety.