"The "Tao Te Ching" that people are accustomed to today is just a brief deletion of the book of the Three Qing Sect Masters' 'refining gods and transforming fiction'. ”

I just heard Qinghe's quiet words, but Xingyan was stunned for a while. It took a long time for him to come to his senses again -- if Lao Dao Qinghe was talking about other rare classics, I am afraid he would not be so shocked; but the two Tao Te Chings of Lao Tzu have been passed down since ancient times, and they are known in the streets; now they suddenly know that there is a third part of this Tao Te Ching, how can they not surprise him?

I was stunned for a long time, and when my buzzing head calmed down again, I asked Qinghe with suspicion: "Then why has it been handed down for thousands of years, and this "Tao Te Ching" only has two articles, Tao and Virtue?

Seeing that Qinghe Lao Dao, who had just uttered earth-shattering words, seemed to have expected him to have such a reaction, and replied with a long twist: "This matter is a long story; ”

It was not until this time that Qinghe Lao Dao finally admitted for the first time in front of Xingyan that he came to Raozhou not to enter the WTO to practice, but to really make mistakes and depreciate. I only heard him say: "Actually, do you know that the three Qing Sect masters incarnated as moral saints, and the manuscripts and scrolls of the moral scriptures left behind were hidden in Luofu?"

"Oh? yes!"

At this point, hearing these unheard words again, the awakening words are no longer as surprising as they were at the beginning.

"yes!"

In the mountain wind, Qinghe continued: "Lao Tzu's hand-carved Tao Te Ching on Xiangzhu, called 'Shangqing Jian', is collected in the Tianyi Pavilion of Luofu Mountain Feiyunding. The name of the Shangqing Palace actually comes from the treasure of this gate!"

"Yikes!"

Hearing this, the astute young man immediately remembered something, and shouted in a lost voice: "Could it be that you burned the manuscript of the Three Qing Sect Masters?!"

"yes!"

Today, I can finally tell the secret that has been buried in my heart for decades, and the old Qinghe Dao, who was originally indifferent, couldn't help but become excited, his face was pale, and he trembled his lips and said: "Thinking of me Qinghe, what kind of majesty was it back then? The first disciple of the head of the Shangqing Dynasty, rich and chic, has a unique Taoism, and has dominated the Jiayuan Conference for three consecutive sessions -- the 'Shangqing madman' of the year, what a majesty that is!"

"Alas, it's a pity ......"

Speaking of this, Lao Dao sighed faintly: "It's a pity that until now, only I have such a good appearance and figure, and my look is not bad back then, and the others are all old......"

"Hah!"

Speaking of it seriously, the old man of Qinghe, who was familiar with the laughter and scolding, has finally reverted to his old ways. However, although it was a joke, the content of the description still moved the young man: "Lao Dao was only thirty years old at that time, and he received the position of the chief of the Tianyi Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, what a glory is that......?

"Burned the original manuscript of the Tao Te Ching?"

"Yes, that's why I was relegated to your small town of Raozhou later. But what happened back then, today I say that I know about it with you alone-"

Now Qinghe didn't sell it, he looked around, closed his eyes and listened carefully, knowing that no one around could hear their conversation, so he lowered his voice and continued: "The Shangqing bamboo slip, what is written on it, is just a moral scripture that is circulating at the moment. Although the handwriting is ancient and heavy, in the eyes of those of us Shangqing disciples who are familiar with Taoist classics, the content of the bamboo slip has long been familiar, and there is nothing new. It's just that once I was patrolling in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and I happened to use my mind to look at Shangqing Jian, but at the end I found that there was an extra line of words than ordinary scriptures - 'If you want to study the truth of heaven and man, you can burn this Jane'!"

"Huh?!"

When he first heard this, he was shocked, but then he blurted out: "Could it be that the 'refining of gods and the transformation of the void' must be burned to see it?"

"yes!"

After listening to the words, Qinghe glanced at him approvingly and said: "This truth is actually quite clear, and the last line is also written quite large, and the handwriting is the same as the previous handwriting." Thinking about the elders of the previous generations, I don't know how many times I have seen it. ”

"It's just that the bamboo slips handed down from the handwriting of the three Qing sect masters are the first-class treasures of the Daomen, who dares to burn the bamboo slips just because of this line of words? Not to mention what kind of person is the ancestor of the Daomen? How could he be like an ordinary Jianghu person, and perform such a boring method? If it is just a joke of the patriarch, try the respect of the disciples of the younger generations, in this case, if you burn it according to the words, maybe a catastrophe will come immediately, it is not impossible. ”

"Furthermore, even if there is no heavenly punishment, the burning of the patriarch's manuscript alone is enough to be pointed out by a thousand people!"

"Yes, it is!"

After listening to Qinghe's analysis, I thought about it clearly, and I felt that this was indeed the case. It's just that Qinghe's next words opened his eyes: "I am the head of the previous generations of the Qing Sect, and most of them think so." It's just that in the current line, my master Lingxu is in charge, and he doesn't think so. ”

"Huh?"

"Well, since I found that line of handwriting, and then I talked about it casually with the head of Lingxu, I didn't expect him to be very serious, and even when he told me, in fact, he had already kept it in his heart, and after thinking about it, he had thought about it for a long time, and now since I mentioned it, he had something to ask me for. ”

"Please burn the bamboo slips?"

"yes!"

"Oh...... Got it!"

Although Qinghe has not yet said it explicitly, Xingyan has roughly understood what is going on.

Then, naturally, the first disciple of Shangqing, who was already a little crazy, stole the scriptures according to the words of the head teacher, found a place where no one calmly burned the Shangqing bamboo slips, and looked into the air to write down the two articles of "refining gods and transforming voids". Then, naturally, he was found to be drunk, with a pile of bamboo slips left beside him, and a pile of black ash under the still warm wine jug......

Thinking of this, Xingyan suddenly realized, and said to Qinghe: "Yes! It is precisely because the head of the sect wants to do this scene with you, so he will resolutely punish you! In this way, the other elders in the sect will not suspect that your master and apprentice are colluding, and will keep persuading the head to calm down his anger. After all, the moral scriptures have long been handed down; although the Shangqing bamboo slips are noble, since they have been burned, they are a fixed number, and the majority of the Shangqing faction are open-minded and Taoist, so they will not be too concerned -- not to mention that the Taoist holy relics are destroyed in this sect, and it will be difficult for the Shangqing faction to get rid of their involvement, so naturally they must keep their mouths shut. In this way, if the head of the Spirit Void who originally advocated severely punishing you wants to recover you again, there will be very little resistance!"

"Haha, maybe that's exactly the case!"

Qinghe burst into laughter when he heard this: "Haha! Sure enough, he is worthy of being the successor of the Taoist scriptures personally selected by my old Taoist, this vision is really not bad!"

"Heh~"

After hearing Lao Dao's words, Xing Yan really remembered something, so he asked: "Lao Dao, ask seriously, why did you pass on the scriptures to me in the first place? Why don't you practice it yourself?--Could it be that it is really because you see that I have a great heart for the Dao?...... Ha~"

Speaking of this, recalling his true motivation for being keen on apprenticeship back then, he couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing him laughing, Qinghe also laughed, squeezed his eyebrows and said, "Of course, of course, it was because I saw that the little brother of the Zhang family had a strong heart for the Tao, but,"

Qinghe suddenly changed his words and said seriously: "But do you remember that once you told me that you had a strange encounter on the white stone of your ancestral mountain one night?"

"yes!"

After being reminded by Lao Dao, Xingyan remembered some past events, and said hatefully: "You seemed to mock me that time, saying that I was stupid!"

"Uh...... In fact, Lao Tao has always been loyal and honest, maybe you are mistaken. ”

Qinghe blinked, looked innocent, paused and said: "Actually, after that time, I found that you are already full of spiritual power, maybe you can practice the method of refining gods and transforming void passed down by the ancestor......

"Oh?"

This old man, as he walked the streets and alleys to do business, was honest and cunning! I saw him say proudly: "Although the old Dao was confined at that time, his vision was the same! At that time, I could see at a glance that you had a divine light on your head and a clear aura around your body, and you must have had an extraordinary encounter!"

"And after listening to what you said later, I am more and more sure that you must have obtained the fairy mountain spirit contained in Horseshoe Mountain——"

Speaking of this, Lao Dao Qinghe's words were a little ethereal: "Actually, the blessed land of the immortal family, Horseshoe Mountain, I don't know how old I am, I actually hide in the shape of the mountain and shrink to the ground, which is also a big unsolved case in Xuanmen." I don't know why, or which god cast a spell, the blessed land of Horseshoe Mountain recorded in the classics can cover up all the spiritual energy immortals!"

"It's just that after hundreds of thousands of years, the huge spiritual power contained in the blessed land cave always has to come out at the right time. Originally, the head of Lingxu calculated that the Raozhou horseshoe should have been born earlier, but people are not as good as heaven, and they were actually killed by you halfway, and they responded to the power of the stars and moons, and absorbed many immortal essences, and it dragged on for a few months before they broke through the ground!"

"Oh, I see!"

Wake up and hear the words, and suddenly realize. Qinghe then said: "And the two chapters of refining gods and transforming voids, I have already read them hundreds of times, and I can recite them backwards, but I can't practice them." At that time, I suddenly saw your divine light, and I thought that I might as well be a dead horse and become a live horse doctor......"

“......”

Listening to the old Tao's ridicule, Xingyan didn't fight back, but suddenly thought in his heart: "No wonder, on that Luofu Mountain, the head of the Lingxu sect looks at me, a new disciple, differently everywhere!"

However, although Qinghe didn't let him know the inside story until today, Xingyan didn't have any resentment in his heart. After all, the stakes are very high, and if it leaks casually, not only will Qinghe be unlucky, but it will also affect his equally informal head teacher. If one is not careful, maybe these two masters and apprentices will be spurned by the world's Taoist sects. And think about it, he himself was originally just a small guy in the market, he can get such an opportunity, and he should be more grateful to be in such a situation today, how can he have the slightest complaint?

So after thinking about it for a while, Xingyan bowed down and sincerely thanked Qinghe Zhenren.

Seeing his thanks, Qinghe Lao Dao, who was originally unruly and unruly, also stood up and accepted his worship calmly.

It's just that when Xingyan straightened up, he suddenly saw the uninhibited Shangqing maniac in front of him, and suddenly bent down and bowed down, and then said with a solemn expression: "Master of the Four Seas, today's old Dao also has something to ask you for." ”

"Ahem! Why are you so polite with my junior! What's the matter, just say it!"

"Okay! That's ......"

It turned out that listening to Qinghe's words, he originally wanted Xingyan to teach him the experience of refining gods and turning voids.

Lao Dao's request is naturally reasonable, and he immediately agreed. It's just that just as the old man of Qinghe was running around when he heard the words, diligently looking for a suitable mountain rock for the young man to sit on, he suddenly felt a gust of wind hit, and in a blink of an eye, he threw his whole person to the sky!

"This is?!"

In this burst of clouds and mist-like flying, the first disciple of the Shangqing Dynasty was dizzy, and vaguely saw the young man on the ground below standing with his hands in his hands, his eyes calm, as if he was asleep.

"You're not playing tricks, are you?"

Just thinking like this, Qinghe suddenly felt that from the ever-changing and swirling green mountains and rocks in front of him, hundreds of huge wind breathing machines suddenly blew, like a great river, rushing towards him!

Qinghe's body, which had been blown up by the strong wind, was suddenly like a child falling into the water, whirling and struggling in the fierce whirlpool, and it was like a leaf that had just been blown up by the merciless autumn wind, and his body couldn't help himself, turning uncertainly, and he couldn't help but float in the sudden qi.

And at this time, if anyone's eyesight is good enough to see the old road in the sky that is like a bird falling leaves, he will find that hundreds of thousands of powerful wind hurricanes, every time they come to the old road, they do not penetrate the body, but * pass by at once, and fly towards the endless distance, until they are invisible.

"Uncle!"

Qinghe's situation naturally fell in the eyes of those Shangqing disciples nearby. Suddenly, many disciples who were collecting medicine and chopping wood halfway up the mountain blurted out exclamations. And this kind of situation, those tourists who sing back and forth in the valley of Siguo Cliff naturally see it. For a time, these literati were frightened and did not know what to do.

It's just that after these people nearby found out, before they could figure out how to react, they saw the old Taoist priest who was flying in the air and seemed to be very dangerous, and his violently turbulent figure suddenly slowed down, and gradually seemed to be supported by an invisible giant hand, and gradually floated to the ground. Seeing that the old Taoist was safe and sound, the people nearby knew that the two people on the observation deck were just testing the Taoism, so they put down their hearts, praised a few times, and continued to do their own things.

And the old Dao who had just turned around in the Nine Heavens Cloud Mist was lifted back to the ground by the clouds, and before he could stand firmly, he hurriedly roared and asked, "Wake up! What did you just make?" -- You haven't explained to me how to 'refine the gods and transform the void'!"

“......”

Seeing that the old way was eager, Xingyan didn't answer for a while, just laughed and didn't say anything. It wasn't until Lao Dao was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks that he said slowly: "Qinghe Lao Dao, you just said that the Tao is Tao, very Tao, famous, very famous." If the truth passed down by such patriarchs can be spoken, it will not be a great way. ”

"This ......"

When Qinghe heard this, he was dumbfounded for a while, and after a while, he muttered, "Yes, yes...... Didn't I already memorize the chapter of refining the gods and turning them into fiction, and my eyes were dizzy when I thought about it? Why do I need to say more at this time? ”

The old Tao, who had been dormant for many years, fell silent and began to carefully recall the mysterious feeling of the majestic heaven and earth spiritual machine surging just now. When I think about it, I realize it, and I want to speak, but when the words come to my mouth, I just laugh out loud.

The boy also laughed and said, "Then go to my house and drink!"

Lao Dao was also delighted: "Okay, good, good! Drink and drink!"

The old and the young finished their gossip, and when they set foot on the way home, it was already the dawn and the twilight was rising. The pure mountain moon casts a white moon into this silent mountain field. A cool mountain breeze blew from the ravine next to it, blowing the two people's clothes fluttering. When walking, if there are few trees, the mountain road under your feet will be white, as if a plain white ribbon stretches into the distant rocks; if the trees are towering, the young man and the old man will fall on the shoulders of the mottled moon shadow, the pattern is finely blurred. When he was halfway through, the old Taoist suddenly became interested, and he sang loudly again, singing: "Ten years of traces have gone to the red dust, looking back at the green mountains and falling into dreams."

Bring the fairy book back to the city, and the spring flowers and autumn wine are generally ......"

The song was pale and frightened several mountain birds.

Somehow, the simple song lyrics of Lao Dao fell on the ears of Xingyan, but he felt infinitely sad. In the past, he was proud of the Taoist pride of Qingshan, and he had been in the pawn of the peddler for twenty or thirty years, and the burden of forbearance and humiliation, if you think about it carefully, it is really thrilling - looking at the lonely back in front of him, listening to the aftermath of the vicissitudes of the mountain song, he woke up for a while and said that his nose was sour, and he was a little to tears.

Walking and singing like this, I saw my own mountain house after a while. In the white moon and clear wind, the young man could see clearly, in the moonlight like water, there were two girls leaning against the door and looking at each other, waiting for him to return......

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