After the waiter Pang Fengxiao and the girl of the Ministry of Rites went down the mountain late at night.

Zhangjiao Lu stood at the gate of the Taoist temple and did not turn around and return for a long time.

Ma Fufeng, the real person of Zhanglu, quietly came to this Taoist and asked softly: "Uncle Zhang, Pang Fengxiao finally promised Emperor Suzaku without authorization, not only to establish Taoism as the state religion, but also to support our Taoist Temple as the third ancestral court, is it credible?"

Lu said flatly: "Undoubtedly." ”

Ma Fufeng wanted to speak and stopped.

Lu said with a smile: "Do you think that Uncle Shi's move betrayed his allies and committed a big taboo, once the matter fails, Guan Daoguan will become the biggest street rat in Nanzhan Buzhou, and everyone can and pee on our heads?"

The old Taoist suddenly looked frightened, bowed his head and bent over, and said, "Master and nephew don't dare!"

Lu said: "After subduing that sky fox, Poor Dao will not only help her continue the heartstrings that implicate the Vermilion Bird Country, but also directly connect the Taoist Temple and the entire Yungen Mountain to the dragon vein and earth qi of the Vermilion Bird Capital!"

The old man's face changed drastically.

Lu patted him on the shoulder and said softly: "After a hundred years and a thousand years, looking back, how fortunate it is to gamble with the lives of his family tonight!"

Lu Lu suddenly smiled, his eyes were deep, "In the future, Yungen Mountain will be renamed Wudang Mountain, you will start to rebuild the mountain gate, and set up a memorial arch of 'Wudang Dangxing' at the foot of the mountain, which is not only a break with the luck of the former dynasty, but also a ......."

The mountain wind is strong and strong.

The crane chirps.

The old Taoist man Ma Fufeng was stunned and a little at a loss.

Changing the name of a mountain is like a person breaking his appearance, and it is easy to change his life.

It's just that the master has a deep sense of authority, and the old Taoist has been afraid of him since he was a child, and he doesn't dare to have the slightest dissatisfaction.

"You can rest and go. ”

Then the land used the magic power of shrinking the ground into inches, and at that moment he came to the outside of the pavilion of Linyuantai, and the sky fox curled up, closed his eyes and recuperated.

The painted puppet sat on the highest step outside the pavilion, and Lu hesitated to sit beside it.

The sky fox in the pavilion opened his eyes and closed them again.

Lu smiled and said: "Poor Dao knows that the two of you are both with big secrets, and Poor Dao is quite proficient in the evolution of the Great Dao, but he still can't crack your numerology, which shows how big you are planning." It's just that the poor road occasionally has enlightenment, so it doesn't bother itself. You have practiced for a thousand years, operated for 500 years, and now you are asked to give up by the poor way, which is difficult for a strong man. However, the poor Dao thinks that you have a good fate with this mountain, so he detains you here, not only to seek some creation for the Taoist Temple and Yungen Mountain, but also to seek a liberation for you.

Tianhu said slowly: "As long as you protect that person's life and don't die within three years, I will help you sit in Yungen Mountain." ”

The Taoist's five fingers silently pinched the trick in his sleeve, "Okay." ”

The painted puppet suddenly asked sadly: "Do you say that the hardships I have experienced are all immortals who are high up in the chessboard?" ”

The Taoist hesitated for a moment, "You are a little special, in the final analysis, it is a chess piece played by yourself, and the cause and effect of your own knot." But in the eyes of the poor road, it belongs to 'I am not me'. ”

It plucked the bamboo flute and played a melodious tune.

The Taoist closed his eyes, gently patted his knees with his palms, and made a small song.

Finally, he got up slowly and said with a smile: "Poor Dao wants to go down the mountain, so borrow a sword for this mountain." Hang on the eaves for posterity. ”

The Taoist got up but did not hurry down the mountain.

The painted puppet exclaimed, "Help me talk to him, and I'll say I have nothing to say." ”

The white fox muttered: "Tell him that he 'lit' it casually back then, turned into a charming Muye fox, and did not forget his master." ”

It turns out that this fox charm is the first chessboard in the world.

The chessboard attack was originally a silent battlefield.

The lips of the painted puppet move slightly.

began to glow with layers of halo ripples, and soon regained the appearance of the ghost in the wedding dress.

It turns out that it is the deity, and the red-clothed female ghost of the mansion is a wisp of soul remaining.

The Taoist glanced at her and laughed, "In this way, the poor Dao will have no worries." ”

The Taoist waved his sleeves suddenly, and the picture scroll of the mountains "Shanhaixiong Town Tower" swept out the big sleeves, "The mountains are flat and the high-rise buildings are rising!"

The picture scroll is thousands of miles long, surrounding Yungen Mountain.

In an instant, mountain peaks stood tall from the picture scroll, totaling eighty.

Eighty peaks are worshipped on this mountain.

Lu smiled, his cuffs fluttering, and strode away.

Got off the Linyuan platform, walked more than 100 steps, and found a little Taoist boy with red lips and white teeth behind a turtle monument, and after seeing himself, he quickly retracted the little head, and the Taoist lowered his head and smiled: "Little Taoist boy, what are you peeking at?"

Xiao Daotong blushed a little, but he still made a mockery, "Meet the real person in charge." ”

Lu smiled and asked, "How long have you been practicing in the mountains?"

The little Taoist boy who was in charge of sweeping the floor in the Guandao Temple said: "It's been six years. ”

Twice a day, in the morning and evening, accompanied by the morning bell and dusk drums, the little road children have to sweep from the west to the east, until they reach the easternmost near the Linyuan Terrace.

For the past few days, he will hold a broom and look at the gazebo from afar.

I vaguely saw a big white fox.

Occasionally, you can also see a strange colorful puppet, sitting on the top of this turtle monument stunned, only when you are in a good mood, you will say a few words to him, when you are in a bad mood, you will scold yourself for being a stinky cow nose trail.

Lu asked, "Who?"

Xiao Daotong smiled happily: "Back to the real person, my master is a Huangye Daoist, and his common name is Huang. ”

Lu thought for a while, "Oh, it's that kid from Huang Manshan, his qualifications are mediocre, but his temperament is acceptable." ”

The little Taoist boy puffed out his cheeks and puffed out.

A cute expression of "You are the master of the sect, I don't have the same knowledge as you, otherwise I will have to fight for the master".

The Taoist laughed, waved his sleeves, and signaled to the dozens of Taoist monks in the distance not to approach the Turtle Monument.

A picture of mountains and rivers surrounds Yungen Mountain, and there are more than eighty peaks with different styles out of thin air, the Taoist people who observe the Taoist temple, how dare they turn a blind eye and hear without hearing, and hurriedly walked out of the room, and even more than a dozen old people who have been in retreat for many years, were also alarmed, after pinching their fingers, everyone was pleasantly surprised, and decisively broke through the barrier, and finally this group of more than 30 people with the highest seniority, under the leadership of Ma Fufeng, the real person in charge, walked to Linyuan Platform together.

An old man who had been in retreat for thirty years looked around and asked with a smile, "Who is Huang Ye Zhenren?"

Walking out of a tall and simple-looking young Taoist, he bowed and said, "The path is, to meet the Tai Master Bozu." ”

This old man who is dying is the elder brother who is in charge of the land.

The old man glanced at the young Taoist and said with emotion: "You two masters and apprentices are very blessed, and my way is not lonely." ”

The nameless young Taoist in the Taoist Temple was stunned.

Compared with other Taoist temples in the Suzaku Dynasty, the number of Taoist priests in the register is too small, but there are too many talented people.

This Huang Ye Zhenren has a low level of seniority, and his cultivation is not high, he has always sought the Tao with peace of mind, and he was only able to officially accept the apprentice a few years ago, in fact, including the little Taoist boy, there are only two masters and apprentices.

This side of the turtle monument.

Lu smiled and asked, "Child, what is the Tao in charge of teaching and testing you?"

The childish little Taoist said seriously: "The pedestrian avenue is called the Taoist." The body and mind are reasonable, only the Tao is followed, and the Tao is the thing, so he is called the Taoist. ”

Lu squinted and said, "Why did you change the word 'Heavenly Dao' in the Taoist classics to the Great Dao without authorization?"

Xiao Daotong was a little weak-hearted, "Master said that there are three paths of heaven, earth and man, each with its own roots, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior, if you only cultivate the 'Heavenly Dao' that soars by day, it is biased. ”

Xiao Daotong didn't know that after he said the words "heaven, earth and people", the real person in charge of the sect in front of him secretly stomped his feet, and the sea of clouds on the top of the mountain surging together, invisibly covering the entire Yungen Mountain.

Lu Lu's face was solemn, "Then what is cultivation?"

Xiao Daotong became more and more timid, bowed his head and said: "Master happened to ask me this question a few days ago, how do I understand this, so I have been thinking hard about it these days, I went to the library to read a lot of books, and secretly asked a lot of senior brothers and uncles, but I always felt that what was written in the books and what the elders said was not quite right." But I'm just a sweeper, and I always feel that I must not have enough understanding, don't learn much, and read too little, so I haven't dared to tell Master the answer I have figured out myself, for fear that Master and his old man will give people jokes again, alas, Master is in our view, and he is often laughed at by his uncle and uncle, and even by his uncle and ancestor of higher seniority, saying that Master likes to 'talk nonsense', cultivating wild fox Zen, and practicing the side door method......"

Lu glanced at the Taoist priests in the distance, intentionally or unintentionally.

The real man of the palm law is sweating in the wind.

The "Uncle Ancestor, Uncle Ancestor" in the mouths of some little Taoist children is also extremely embarrassing.

This little Taoist boy is crooked tonight, and the "sue for the emperor" is very powerful.

In the Taoist Temple, all Taoist priests know a fact, whether it is cultivation, swordsmanship, or Taoism, the land of the real person in charge of the sect is a lot higher than everyone else, just like the sky is above, and all living beings bow their heads.

Huang Ye Zhenren, who had been standing at the very edge of the crowd, apologized: "The little apprentice child is unscrupulous, if you want to blame the poor Dao, this master, preaches and teaches indiscriminately, and the real people forgive their sins." ”

The oldest old man shook his head and smiled: "What is the crime?

After Lu retracted his gaze, he stared at Xiao Daotong and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about other people's jokes, you just need to say your heartfelt words." ”

Xiao Daotong also seemed to feel the solemnity of anger, and swept it casually twice with a broom, but he never dared to raise his head, and muttered in a low voice, "If you practice on the mountain, you can become an immortal." Seeking truth under the mountain is the way. ”

The sea of clouds in the sky shook and swelled like a large pot of hot water boiling.

The land sleeves quietly pressed down, so that the vision did not disturb the mountain.

Lu said in a deep voice, "Is there anything else?"

Xiao Daotong always lowered his head, "The way of heaven hangs high above his head, and the avenue is only at his feet." ”

A soon-to-be-renamed Yungong Mountain, and eighty newly rising peaks around it, the earth's veins shook.

Lu stomped his feet lightly, and it was also a supreme cultivation that was really through the mysteries, and he suppressed this earth-shattering change.

The Taoist priests in the distance were all shocked.

Who would have imagined that such a once-in-a-lifetime Taoist golden jade seed would take root around him and grow to this point?

Confucian studies and learning, pay attention to a scholar without a young or old, the master is the first!

Isn't that the case true of pure cultivation?

The land that was high above before and Pang Fengxiao, who had not yet become a saint, were one Confucian, but in the end they were commensurate with their peers and Taoist friends, which is the reason.

Lu Lu silently said in his heart, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." ”

Right now.

The Taoist suddenly changed his face for no reason, stretched out a finger, pointed at the little Taoist priest, and angrily reprimanded: "Little Taoist boy, swallowing the sky with a breath, is really nonsense! I can't tolerate you, the true god, from today onwards, you will go down the mountain, when you know that you are wrong, and then return to this mountain and return to the Taoist system! If you don't know your mistake for a day, you won't be able to climb the mountain for a day!"

Xiao Daotong looked up suddenly, his face pale, and his hands clutched the broom tightly.

The Taoist priests in the distance were even more shocked, and they didn't know why the master of the sect acted so extremely, and why he was so unkind to a naïve little Taoist boy.

The finger of the master of the great real man poked lightly on the forehead of the little Taoist boy, and said angrily: "Go, go, go down the mountain!

Xiao Daotong burst into tears, biting his lip, pitiful.

Lu flicked his sleeves, turned around and snorted coldly: "Don't leave yet?!"

Xiao Daotong sobbed and placed the broom obliquely near the turtle monument, and then said goodbye, never resentful, just dazed and sad, and whispered: "Farewell to the real person in charge." ”

The little Taoist priest staggered and turned away.

The Taoist was still angry and said, "No one is allowed to send him down the mountain!"

Xiao Daotong's master, Huang Ye Daoren's face was full of bitterness.

Xiao Daotong came to the master, bowed three times and bowed nine times, and wiped the tears on his face after getting up, "Master, take care of yourself in the future." ”

Huang Ye Daoist nodded, and said solemnly: "Remember, when you get to the bottom of the mountain, continue to practice, and seek the truth wholeheartedly, the Tao will come naturally." ”

Xiao Daotong nodded vigorously.

Then Xiao Daotong subconsciously looked back and saw the majestic and old-fashioned back, and also saw a bright red dress on the side of the pavilion.

In the evening, the little Taoist boy returned to his room and simply packed up the package, a few introductory Taoist classics, a few Taoist clothes, and a pair of brand-new coarse cloth boots.

There was a little Taoist boy of about the same age in the same room, who woke up in a daze, and learned that his friend was driven down the mountain by the real person in charge.

When the two friends parted at the entrance of the Taoist temple, the little Taoist boy who was expelled down the mountain thought about it, opened his bag, and opened a small cloth bag, which treasured a white jade hairpin, which was the appearance of a small axe, simple and simple, worthless, and was the only belongings on the little Taoist boy before going up the mountain.

The sweeping boy gave this thing to the janitor boy, who grinned and said, "Xiao Lu, I'll keep it for you, and I'll return it to you when you go up the mountain again." ”

The former lowered his voice and admonished: "Li Zi, you are not allowed to take a nap when you watch the door in the future, the real person in charge is fierce, if you are caught, you will definitely be punished." ”

One surrendered the last thoughts of the world.

One does not hesitate to risk the severance of the fairy road, but also to send it off.

One is surnamed Lu and the other is surnamed Li.

The friendship between the two children is genuine, which can be seen.

The master of the real land cultivation has already reached the peak, so he naturally took this scene in his eyes and smiled.

The Taoist cultivator of the Suzaku Dynasty was the first person, and the first person of Taoism in Nanzhan Buzhou.

Lu always stood on the Linyuan platform, not moving at all, and watched the little Taoist boy surnamed Lu walk down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Xiao Daotong suddenly stopped, faced the Taoist temple of Yungen Mountain, bowed, and said softly: "Lu Dongxuan left the mountain today, and he is willing to practice the avenue at the foot of the mountain." ”

On the mountain, along with the land of the sect, all the Taoists nodded their heads and replied, "Good!"

Lu held his breath, looked around, and finally took a fancy to one of the most imposing peaks nearby, reached out and grabbed it, uprooted the huge turtle stele, caused a loud rumbling sound, and then placed it heavily on the top of the mountain.

The Taoist was full of qi, drank lightly, stomped on the ground with one foot, pointed to the distance with one hand, and said in a deep voice: "From now on, Yungen Mountain will be renamed Wudang Mountain, and at the foot of the poor road, it will be the Big Lotus Peak!

All the monks replied, "Obey the teachings!"

The Taoist land swept to the northwest like Changhong, and laughed: "Rong Poor Dao will borrow a sword for this place again, and the martial artist will be the country, and the mountains and rivers will be the town!"