Chapter 18: A Magical and Coherent Dream (1)

In the evening, the mountain breeze gradually cooled and the sun set early, and the disciples of Tiejianmen and Sanjianshan had to light a large bonfire and command the captives of Koi Village to clean up the battlefield overnight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Although the battle was won cleanly, the losses on both sides were really not small, not to mention the destroyed Koi Village, just said that the Iron Sword Gate entered Luliang Mountain with a total of sixty-three disciples, and in the end, only more than 20 people were not injured, and there were nearly 30 people left who were slightly injured, seven or eight who were seriously injured, and five senior brothers who died on the spot. The lightly and seriously injured were bandaged on the spot, and because the medical conditions in the mountains were poor, they sent people to drive the carriage before it was dark to send the injured to a nearby county for medical treatment.

The three companies of Tiejianmen, Sanjianshan, and Longmen Dart Bureau jointly sent people to count all kinds of valuable items in the cottage, intending to convert all the seized items into money and divide them. All the captives who surrendered were screened and arranged, and most of the most heinous or seriously injured prisoners were secretly dealt with, and those who were forced to fall into the grass and did not want to return to their hometowns were taken in by several families as servants. The rest will be given some travel expenses and repatriated to the township on the spot. As for whether these people go home to farm or fall into the grass again, it is not under the control of the heroes of Zhang's Sanying and Guozi Face, so they don't have the black heart to sell them to the mine.

Several coalition forces occupied the Koi Village, and the good barracks of several big village owners in the village were unceremoniously occupied by a few bigwigs, and the national character face was also divided into a big house, and Situ Xuan was arranged in the house. The national character face has been busy outside and has not come back until midnight. Although Situ Xuan did not draw his sword to kill during the day, he watched a day of fighting in the rivers and lakes, and witnessed the death of several senior brothers who got along day and night.

I don't know how long I slept, Situ Xuan vaguely heard someone talking, but no matter how he moved, he couldn't really hear it, even if he unconsciously operated his internal force in his dream. It wasn't until he found himself in a mountain where birds and flowers were singing that he was finally able to make a move, and he followed the sound to a cave.

The closer he got to the cave, the more real the sound became, and he could tell that the voice was a man chanting a mantra, and only heard a Qingyue voice chanting repeatedly:

The love of the three worlds has returned to the dust, and no one knows the flowers that bloom and are unknown.

Tianjiao stands outside the avenue, and it is difficult to cut the earthly fate with a sword.

There was loneliness and unwillingness in his voice, and he was even more embarrassed, as if he was really disturbed by the love of the three worlds. Situ Xuan's heart moved, and slowly entered the cave, it is said that the sky outside the cave is bright, and the light inside the cave is withering, he should adapt to the light in the cave to distinguish carefully, but somehow, he saw an old Taoist sitting in the cave at a glance. This old Taoist beard is all white, wearing a purple and gold gossip robe, sitting cross-legged on a piece of bluestone, the front placket is a little crooked, but it shows a sense of freedom and dust. Holding a silver-white tail in his hand, it was swinging leisurely. Kneeling in front of him, this black-haired old Taoist seemed to be listening to the white-haired old Taoist preaching.

The white-haired old Taoist seemed to be very happy when he saw Situ Xuan enter the cave, his eyes flashed, and he immediately chanted a seven-character quatrain:

The god of grain is immortal, and he must establish a foundation based on the mystery. The true essence has returned to the golden house, and a pearl will never leave.

Although this seven-word quatrain is only a short twenty-eight words, but the true meaning of it is mysterious and mysterious, Situ Xuan, a semi-literate person, feels that this poem is not only like the mantra of the inner strength, but also seems to contain the edge of the Taoist door, and the Buddhist proverb has the same effect, but Situ Xuan's heart can't help but feel that this old way is blowing hard, and he actually has the face to pick up two sentences from Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching".

The black-haired old Taoist who was kneeling down chewed this quatrain repeatedly, and then said with admiration on his face: "The master is a great way!"

The white-haired old man laughed proudly when he heard this, and the tail in his hand shook more and more leisurely, but his eyes looked at Situ Xuan, as if asking Situ Xuan if he understood.

The black-haired old man was aware, and then looked back at the entrance of the cave, but there was nothing, and he looked at the white-haired old man with a confused face, and the white-haired old man smiled mysteriously, and said: "Yes, this person has a relationship with you, as for whether there is a goodbye fate, it depends on your future practice." ”

Situ Xuan listened to this 'gain' in his heart, thinking that it was the black-haired old Taoist Taoist number or table word, he was furious by this old god who was chattering with the gods, but the magic did not feel afraid or anything like that, but said unceremoniously: "The words of the Taoist chief, the kid can't hear it clearly, the dialect accent is slightly heavy, the kid dares to ask the Taoist chief to speak again." This old man only cares about his own pleasure, he doesn't speak an ancient language, and he also has some dialect accents from Lingnan in his previous life, Situ Xuan really can't understand it, let alone ponder the mystery in the old man's words.

The white-haired old man was stunned, thinking that he had lived most of his life, read books that ordinary people had never read in two lifetimes, and answered countless questions, but he didn't expect to be so saddened. However, Lao Dao seemed to think of something in his mind, and sighed: "Time flies, time flies, and the years are fleeting." A hundred years of Shaohua have passed in a blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, the sky has changed. "The old man has a bit of magical kung fu, not only does he speak like reciting a poem, but three or two sentences are a limerick poem, and he has really changed it to a dialect similar to Situ Xuan. Then he chanted the quatrain of 'the god of grain is immortal, and the foundation is established'. Although the black-haired old man was full of surprise, he didn't ask again, but carefully understood the white-haired old man's limerick.

Situ Xuan understood the words this time, and involuntarily leaned against the mountain wall to ponder carefully, not realizing that his body was actually 'inserted' in the mountain. "Tao Te Ching" has "the god of grain is immortal, is called Xuanyi", he knows that this is a Taoist metaphor, although he can not fully comprehend the subtlety, but he can go back to find the relevant part of the "Tao Te Ching" to read and understand, but this "golden house" and "pearl" What the hell, it is definitely not a house made of real gold, since it is "true essence" to return to the "golden house", then think that the "golden house" must be a part of the body, because Taoism has always had the term "refining and refining gas, refining gas and transforming gods", this' 'True essence' definitely refers to the essence of the body, and the essence of the body returns to the 'Golden House', could it be that the 'Golden House' refers to the Dantian Qi Sea?

But on the other hand, since it is said that 'the god of grains is immortal, and the foundation is established', then the 'true essence' is definitely not something lower than the true qi, so the 'golden house' should not be a simple dantian qi sea. The more he thought about it, the more chaotic it became, Situ Xuan really couldn't understand it, and unconsciously said the analysis in his heart one by one.

The old Taoist was very happy when he heard it, and when he opened his mouth, he chanted a song from Xijiang Yue:

There is no birth and no destruction, and it is strong to distinguish between life and death. Just as sin and blessing have no roots, and how can the wonderful body increase and loss.

I have a round of mirrors, and I have never been here to get points. Today, the mill shines brightly, and Vientiane is transcendent and difficult to hide.

The black-haired old Taoist wants to have a deep foundation, and at the beginning of the seven-word quatrain of 'Ceres' is immortal, he has already comprehended most of it, and now when he heard the two corresponding pairs of Xijiangyue, he immediately couldn't hold back, struck each other with both palms, and exclaimed: "The teacher is clever! ”

Situ Xuan's face darkened, and he said in his heart I will go to Ni Daye, can you talk well, whether it is good to talk about people, don't play dumb riddles with me, I am most annoyed that others treat me as illiterate. Situ Xuan was still about to speak, but he felt that his body was light, and the mountain wall couldn't stop him, so he fell straight back over the mountain wall.

At this time, Situ Xuan, who was in Koi Village, suddenly sat up, was scared and sweated profusely, and when he came back to his senses, Situ Xuan wiped his forehead and muttered: "Two old bastards, can you speak human words, no, no, I have to go back quickly, find a few more Taoist scriptures to read, at least I have to understand the various allusions in the Tao Te Ching, these two old men are not boring to entertain me, in case what they say is really the heart method of cultivating immortals or cultivating internal strength, I actually don't understand, it's terrible tight." ”

At the moment when Situ Xuan suddenly woke up, the Ziwei Emperor Star hanging high in the middle of the sky suddenly flickered, covering all the stars in the four poles and eight directions in an instant, but then it returned to its previous dim state.

All the great masters in the world were shocked, and they looked at the sky one by one, staring at them silently. Because the Emperor Star twinkled so suddenly, no one could calculate the direction of the Emperor Star's shining. Dugu, who lived in seclusion in the self-styled Sun and Moon Divine Sect, sought defeat, Master Zhengyuan, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and the real person of Wudang Sect Miao Yizi all looked up at the sky and muttered: "The emperor star has descended." ”

Only the two people on the Jade Maiden Peak of the Huashan Sect said different things, and if they were heard by several other great grandmasters, I am afraid that it would be another turmoil.

An old man in a green shirt, a young man in a blue shirt, the old man's face was pale, and his body was sick, fortunately, the mountain wind was not strong tonight, otherwise it would be difficult to guarantee that this old man would not be blown down the mountain, but this old man, who seemed to be able to be blown down by a gust of wind, had a pair of eyes that saw through the world and Shenhua was introverted, and he also murmured: "The emperor star has come to the world again, I don't know if the Ziyang Avenue of my Daomen can be glorious again." ”

The blue-shirted young man was only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes and an elegant face, but his qi was very sharp, although he had the intention to hide it, he still looked like a sharp sword out of the sheath, it was Yue Buqun, the head disciple of the Huashan faction. Yue Buqun listened to the old man's sigh, and immediately asked: "Master, since the Emperor Star is a Dao Sect, do you need a disciple to look for it, there is a Ziyang relic engraved by the Southern Sect, and it is not difficult to find the trace of the Emperor Star."

That old man is the current head of the Huashan faction, the leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect, the last peerless great master of the Qi Sect, and Ning Qingcheng who is known as Mr. Ning Da in the rivers and lakes. I saw Ning Qingcheng smile disapprerovingly, and said, "Usually let you read more, otherwise you won't make jokes." ”

Yue Buqun didn't know why, so he bowed down and said to the old man, "Please ask the master for advice." ”

Ning Qingcheng said softly: "In the preface of the "Returning to the Source Chapter" written by Xinglin Shitai, the second ancestor of the Southern Sect, I recalled some stories of serving Ziyang Zhenren, Ziyang Zhenren once said that 'Ziwei went west into the giant gate', which should be on the Ziwei Emperor Star of the generation after him, and you are the destiny of the giant gate. We don't need to do anything, he will come to Huashan and worship under your door. ”

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