When Zengzhu was studying in the Potala Palace, he had a brief friendship with Phags-pa. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Zengzhu is older, but he is a living Buddha, not a reference to Shi Neng. After receiving this secret order, he naturally promised to help with his mouth. The leader of this team, that is, the strong lama, is called Ngawang, which means "language freely" in Tibetan, and this name was given by the national teacher. In terms of the level of Buddhism, Ngawang did not increase the pearl height, but he had the status bonus of the envoy, and he also commanded seven servants. And poor Zengzhu has become a master of the light pole, and he can't be obedient if he wants to.

Zengzhu led the team to a big tent under the slope, and introduced Ngawang to the local big toast, Ern was afraid of the might of the Mongolian army, and was also bent on flattery, so he immediately slaughtered two black mountain pigs, stewed a lamb, and set up a banquet to catch the wind for the Tonglian envoy. During the banquet, the guests and hosts talked and laughed happily, using a language that everyone understands - the official dialect of the Great Song Dynasty. Ngawang toasted Ern with a glass of wine and said, "Zhaojue has come out with such auspiciousness, which is the blessing of Daliang Mountain and the blessing of Da Tusi. My lord Wokotai Great Khan has already leveled the Western Xia, hit the Jurchens hard, and the Song family is in danger. I don't know what Lord Tusi thinks about the current situation?" Erne's dark face was cloudy and unmoving, and it changed a few times, Fang Shi looked up and laughed, "I, the people of the Yi family, respect the heroes of the world the most. If Wokotai Khan comes to Daliang Mountain, he must be extremely popular!" Ngawang's mind was not complicated, and he decided that this Hei Yi Tusi was expressing his obedience, and he was very happy, and first made a note in his credit book. The two sides began to shout for a new round of toasts.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the tent, and the sound of gold and iron was heard. Everyone was strange, and when they walked out of the tent to watch, they saw a group of Han people and Tusi Jiading were merging, and this group of Han people only went out of the battle of two people, fighting with more than a dozen family members. Others seemed laid-back, standing outside the circle and pointing. These two people are less against more, and they do not fall behind at all, and the two sword dances without leaking, and they beat the family members very embarrassed.

Erne was furious and called the housekeeper to inquire, and learned that this group of Han people had just arrived and had also come to worship the "miracle". just flouted the rules, ignored the obstruction of the family, and insisted on breaking into the "gate of heaven" to find out, so that the two sides started to fight. Erne had long regarded this "miracle" as his private property and a source of his own wealth, so how could he let others blaspheme? waved his hand to let ten guards set up their crossbows, and ordered the two sides to stop fighting. The family members retreated, and among the Han people who were watching, one person came out, dressed in a cyan Taoist robe, and waved his hand to Erne, "This benefactor, but the lord of this place?

When Da Tusi heard this, he sneered, "It turned out to be a refugee from Chengdu Mansion, are you unable to protect your own family and come to Jianchang Mansion to find trouble? With such kung fu, it is better to go back and protect Qingcheng Mountain." Every plant and tree in this place belongs to my family, and miracles are no exception. Wait for you to leave quickly, don't be vain and lose your life!"

The two Han people who shot before heard this, and took a step forward to say something. The big toast misunderstood, after all, seeing that they were still carrying long swords in their hands, they hurriedly waved their hands, and ten giant earth crossbows were fired together, the sound was terrifying, and the arrows shot over like meteors!

One of the Han people quickly jumped out, raised his hand and threw a phosphorus fire, the flame burned out in the air, collided with the first crossbow arrow, the two burst instantly, and the scorching wave of air also lifted the other nine arrows into the air, losing their crosshairs.

Thirty meters away in the woods, Zhang Liao blurted out, "I know this person!" It is the deacon of the Qingcheng Daomen Outer Hall, and he is one of the people who repelled the Mongolian army in the desperate valley!" Indeed, it was none other than Luo Baiyan who made the shot.

On that day, Ba Lao and his party of ten people went to the main peak of Qingcheng to find the traditional Daomen, and along the way, they were excited and apprehensive. I don't know what kind of foundation the Taoist ancestors of the Great Song Dynasty established here, and how the exercises are different from those of later generations, are they more wonderful? or are they inferior?

At this time, Qingcheng Mountain is more beautiful and beautiful than later generations, and the scenery is unobstructed as the sky shines. The crowd sighed as they walked along the gravel roads, which gave them confidence that there must be people on them.

Suddenly, a gong sounded, and more than a dozen boulders fell from the sky overhead, and everyone was scattered, and hurriedly hid under the mountain rocks and avoided the attack. Those boulders have completely blocked the mountain road, and the road ahead has been lost. When everyone was in shock, a small Taoist head appeared on the stone pile, looked at them, and then shouted, "Take the obsession with the body, and break the world with one word - it is not my way, and then move forward." ”

Ba Lao patted his head with disappointment, "The most worrying thing has happened." The Taoist gate on this mountain belongs to Zhengyi. Luo Baiyan understood Ba Jinsong's mood, they have been fighting and killing Maoshan over the years, in the final analysis, the main thing is the battle between Quanzhen and Zhengyi. Now that he knows that the base is in the hands of his opponent, his feelings can be imagined. His heart moved, and he whispered, "We are all Zhengyi. Without waiting for Ba Lao to understand what he meant, he also shouted loudly, "The remnants of the Chengdu Daomen, take refuge here, please take care of the Qingcheng Immortal Chief." ”

After a long silence, a small passer-man climbed over the stone pile and appeared in front of everyone. He looked at the group, left and right, very curious. It is no wonder that in the deep mountains of the Great Song Dynasty, there were nine guys in strange costumes, with strange dresses, short hairstyles like Toutuo, and the guys in their hands were still exquisite. The most special thing is the backpack behind him, the surface of which exudes a matte silver color, like a large turtle shell.

The little Taoist asked, "Are you from the Tartars, how do you prove that you are from the Daomen, why are you dressed like this?" Luo Baiyan gave a deep salute, "This fairy child, we were originally scattered people in the Qingcheng area, and we have been preaching in the north for many years. Now that the army is in chaos, we have been expelled by the Tartars all the way and withdrawn to Bashu. I didn't think that Chengdu would fall, so I had no choice but to go to Qingcheng Mountain to find the immortal master for guidance. ”

The Taoists listened to them, and they did have a local accent, although they looked weird, at least they were Han Chinese. I guess I have been in the north for a long time, chasing fashion, and my clothes have become nondescript short-placket clothes...... What made him feel most comfortable was that Lao Luo's "fairy child" was called extremely naturally and without reluctance. So he summoned up sympathy, took out a short bamboo tube, pulled the lead, and shot a firework into the sky.

The shaman high priest Banza listened to Luo Baiyan's words, and his mind was confused, and he wanted to ask these "messengers of the gods", but he was pinched by the guards of the outer hall behind him, and he couldn't help but not speak.

The ground where the falling rocks were located suddenly creaked, and driven by the elastic mechanism, turned up a super wide iron leaf wooden row sideways, throwing all the falling rocks on it into the mountain on the other side, and the road was immediately unimpeded. This is obviously not a technique, but a physical principle. The crowd was amazed by the wisdom of the ancients, and they were surprised that they could make a mechanism of such a scale.

Everyone followed the Taoist, and was just about to walk up the mountain, when they suddenly heard a long howl in front of them, not a human voice, like the roar of some animal. When the Taoist heard this, he hurriedly instructed everyone to stand against the mountain wall, and he also respectfully lowered his hands and waited. After a short time, four green mules rushed down and stopped in front of everyone, and the mules sat on top of the four young and strong Taoists, and they did not speak, but just looked at this group of uninvited guests with their eyes. The Taoist lowered his head and did not take the initiative to talk, and the others were a little puzzled. After a while, a sound of ticking hooves came from far and near, and a white-mouthed black donkey slowly walked down, sitting upside down on the back of the donkey, with a white robe and a black crown, skinny as firewood, and a snow-white beard under the chin that was two feet long.

When the donkey encountered a mule blocking the way, he was a little dissatisfied, and stopped and hissed, full of confidence, and actually had a slight dragon and tiger sound. Everyone knew that the roar they heard just now was actually made by the little black donkey, and they immediately accepted their contempt.

The little Taoist took a step forward, and he didn't look up, he still lowered his hand and said, "Zhang Tianshi, these people are from the north who are scattered cultivators, and they have taken refuge here in Chengdu and want to go to my view." Look at ...... old man who rides a donkey upside down, opens his eyes from his sleep, and clutches the long fishing drum in his arms. With a twist on his legs, he turned his body to sit upright on the back of the donkey, looked at the appearance of everyone, and frowned.

Luo Hengnian, who had been following his father, saw such a fairy figure, and then heard the title of the old man by the Taoist, his heart was hot, he forgot the etiquette, leaned out and asked, "This grandfather, are you Zhang Guolao?" The question was extremely abrupt, and both sides were stunned.

The four mule riders looked at each other for a few seconds and couldn't help but laugh. That Heavenly Master also seemed to be very useful, and he felt that his careful dressing was not in vain. So he freed up one hand, stroked his long beard, and looked at this young man who was like a flower. Among these nine people, only Luo Hengnian wore a full set of Taoist robes, and the cut was slim and fitting, and the fabrics were better than usual. The two looked at each other, they were both fashionistas of their respective dynasties, and they naturally sympathized with each other. Zhang Zhenren didn't answer the young man, but he loved the house and Wu, and was much kinder to the others, and said to Ba Jinsong, who looked the oldest, "You guys, which Dao method are you cultivating?"

Ba Jinsong had already understood Luo Baiyan's instructions, stepped forward and bowed with his fists, "In the chin Jinsong, these are my protégés." Originally, it was a casual practice, making a living by doing a business of feet. In the north, he met an unknown immortal master and granted him a method. Although he did not enter the door wall, he did not dare to forget his roots, and he has always regarded himself as a successor. "The lie is extremely pertinent, and the true colors of the old rivers and lakes are revealed.

Zhang Tianshi listened and bowed slightly. Seeing that Ba Jinsong was not young, and he was also a master, he didn't trust him and gave enough face, "Basan people are exempt from courtesy, and contemptible people are being generous." Since I am a fellow Taoist, I often Taoist temples should help each other, but in this eventful autumn, the world is catastrophic, and Qingcheng Mountain has to be guarded against. The Lord has already issued an order to close the mountain, and it is obviously inappropriate for you to rush into the view. As...... So, I'm going down the mountain to go to the Zhaojue Festival and pay homage to the legendary miracles of the fairies. The location is southern, and there is no rebellion of swords. If you are interested in getting started, you can travel with me. When the task is completed, return to Qingcheng, and the poor road will return to the Lord for you, and pray for acceptance. What do you think?"

Ba Jinsong lowered his head and rolled his eyes, knowing that this so-called co-tour obviously wanted to take the opportunity to investigate us. Raised his head and asked, "I don't know what this fairy miracle looks like?" Zhang Chenghou smiled slightly, "It is rumored to be a so-called 'Gate of Heaven'. Folk miscellaneous discussions, not enough to believe. You have to see it with your own eyes to know the authenticity. Hearing the words "Gate of Heaven", a glimmer of hope swelled up in Ba Jinsong's heart, he thought the same as Zhi Zheng, could it be that this is also a crossing portal? The timing is so coincidental, could it be closely related to the fate of us traversers? ”

Zhang Chenghou was very satisfied, "There is really no queen horse, but it is okay after the donkey." Without further ado, let's hit the road—"