After Chu Haotian led Mei Gui, Jiang Qianru, and Little Butterfly back to Cuifeng Mountain, he originally wanted to go to the main hall of Zhongfeng to see the nameless real person first, but he was told by the disciples of Zhongfeng that the real person in charge was recuperating in the past few days and it was not suitable to visit him, so he returned directly to Nanfeng, and after settling down, he went to the tomb of Master Wushang Zhenren to order paper. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When he arrived at the tomb, it was just a cone-shaped mound, unguarded, unmanaged, only shaded by a few large trees, such a simple and unpretentious tomb, but Chu Haotian felt an invisible shock, the power of grabbing people's hearts rising from that ordinary tomb.

It is this simplicity that is more admired and revered than those who adorn their tombs with white jade and lavish decorations, and it is easier to live in the hearts of disciples, because this great personality is a monument in itself.

This tomb buried the master's life, and he was heartbroken but still insisted on being strong, so he pretended to be strong in order not to be hurt, and in order to be strong, he disguised himself as a hard shell. In fact, from beginning to end, Master just kowtowed to a wall in his own grave and was scarred.

So Chu Haotian began to bury his grief and indignation, hide his tears, bury them with sand and soil one by one, and close his grievances without revealing any gaps, so that Master's grave will not be excavated by others, even if it collapses and decadence, he must leave calmly, and slowly evaporate like a silent dissolution.

There is a flower in front of the grave, as if the mandala watered with blood is so enchanting, but Chu Haotian's heart is so painful, and with staggered eyes, a long journey to find love will end in the grave of the master.

Can a grave bury one's sorrow? Does a grave cut off the friendship between two masters and apprentices?

No matter what you are doing, you always have to bear the responsibility, which weighs you down so much that you bend over and add wrinkles to the years. It's like a dungeon, coldly watched, locking up your life.

Chu Haotian jumped from one stone to another in panic, trying to avoid the dust. The black hole in front of the tomb seemed to hear a bewitching sob. Chu Haotian squatted down and looked down at the black hole, but he could only see the bottomless pitch black, without any light.

This is the Master using time to sweep away the barren thoughts and pile up the dust and stubborn stones into a tomb. Standing on the grave and looking into the distance, there is still no legendary hope burning on the horizon.

In the simple tomb is buried an old man of Xiuzhen who is also simple and noble. The ordinariness of the tomb does not seem to match the master's fame, but this is where the intention of the real person in charge lies, the ordinary contains greatness, and the contrast makes people discover an unusual spiritual power, which is also the basis for impressing ordinary disciples.

Next to the grave was some unburned paper, and a collection of wildflowers and fruits were placed. The tombstone is an ordinary stone, tall and large, and the words engraved on it are golden. The tombstone was empty, and even the ground was paved with large stone slabs.

After Chu Haotian knelt down, he put the wine, food, fruits, paper money and other items in front of the tomb to offer sacrifices, sprinkled the wine in front of the master's tombstone, and then incinerated the paper money, cultivated new soil for the tomb, trimmed the tomb, folded a few tender green new branches and inserted them on the tomb, and pressed some paper money on it, and put bricks on it, so that others would know that there were still descendants in this tomb at a glance, and then kowtow and worship!

After the worship, Chu Haotian couldn't help but have a sour nose, tears flowed down, the master couldn't teach him anymore, and the past with the master appeared in his mind again......

The village where Chu Haotian is located is called "Caojiaping", which belongs to the jurisdiction of Xuzhou, and is more than 100 miles away from the city of Xuzhou.

When he was nine years old, he went to the mountains to chop wood, and at noon, suddenly out of the woods ten feet away, a huge coyote came out, one of them was tall, his whole body was purple and shiny, and the two eyes of the vicious wolf stared at him fiercely.

Haotian threw down the firewood, tore his legs and ran, the coyote roared, chased after him, and was about to catch up, but saw a green light shot in the air, instantly forcing the coyote back. Haotian fixed his eyes, but saw a kind gray-robed old man soaring down into the air and standing in front of him.

"Evil obstacles! come to plague the child again, see that the poor Dao will not accept you today!" Lao Dao took back the sword inserted in the ground as he spoke, and then cast a spell array, the lightning flashed, and the fierce sword qi stabbed at the coyote again.

"Hmph, it's a bad thing for you to be an old immortal, it seems that I will fight you to the death today!" The coyote dodged the sword and spoke, leaving the young Hao Tian aside, at a loss.

"Hahaha, just a little demon, he actually said wildly!" "The old Taoist looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and said, "Kill chickens with a cattle slaughtering knife to deal with a little demon like you who lacks cultivation, and the poor way will not waste your efforts!"

The coyote's teeth were bitten, and the purple hair on his body stood up in a moment, and with a muffled roar, his body suddenly increased several times, his eyes were full of hatred, and he had been brewing for a long time, and his limbs were slashed, like a cloud of smoke coming straight towards the old road!

But seeing that the old man sank slightly, there were words in his mouth, and suddenly a big white tiger with blue forehead and hanging eyes rushed out, and roared angrily and went straight to the coyote. is not impartial, a bite is right in the neck of the coyote, and the blood is pouring out. The coyote struggled desperately, the white tiger clenched on, and after a short period of rest, the coyote died of death.

Lao Dao snorted lightly, and the white tiger quickly disappeared.

Haotian stayed on the ground, speechless at the sudden event. Lao Dao came up and patted him on the shoulder and neck and asked, "What's your name!"

"Chu ...... Haotian!" Haotian said slowly.

"Hahaha, it's okay, go home quickly, and be more careful when you come out to chop wood in the future!"

"Wait...... Wait!" Haotian, who was frightened, hurriedly shouted: "Grandpa Fairy, what kind of magical spell did you use just now?

"Hehehe, the poor road is a person who has no Shang Dao in Cuifeng Mountain, passing through here. Just now it was just a small skill of carving insects, and every cultivator can do it, not enough to worry about!" said the old Taoist with a kind smile on his face.

"Ah! the cultivator is so powerful!" Haotian looked at Lao Dao with surprised eyes, "That's ...... Can I cultivate the Dao, Grandpa Immortal, where do I have to go to cultivate the Dao?"

Lao Dao lowered his head and was silent for a moment, and then said: "In seven years, when you go to the foot of Cuifeng Mountain, sixty miles south of Yuzhou City, there will be a disciple collection meeting! ”

"Okay! In a word, after seven years, I will definitely go to Cuifeng Mountain to find the immortal grandfather to cultivate!" Haotian was overjoyed when he heard this, and blurted out, "I still want to worship you as a teacher." ”

"Sure enough, if you have ambition, you can not only kill demons and demons, but also live forever! Seven years later, the poor path is waiting for you. After hearing this, Lao Dao shook his head with a smile, and then thought of something, took out a book from his pocket, and handed it to Haotian Dao, "This "Tao Te Ching" is a basic technique that cultivators must practice, and today you and I will give it to you if we are fated!"

"Dao...... Morality...... Thank you, Grandpa Fairy!" Haoran replied ecstatically.

He took the book as if he had found a treasure, and hurriedly opened this book of martial arts secrets.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, you go home and study it slowly! If you don't understand, memorize it first, and then study it again when he has the opportunity to do so!" Lao Dao smiled: "Today, Lao Dao still has important things to do, so I will say goodbye!"

"Grandpa Fairy, see you in seven years......" Haotian looked into the distance and shouted to the sky.

At this point, Xiao Haotian planted the seed of cultivating immortals in his heart, and he was out of control! For seven years, he has been reciting the "Tao Te Ching" day and night and cultivating, diligent and hardworking, only hoping that these seven years can come as soon as possible, but he didn't expect this old Taoist to really become his master after seven years, all of them are unsung real people.

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