The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 104: The wind and thunder in the distance (middle)
Since the death of Wang Zhonglouxian, the old master in Wudang, the scarce incense has been reduced a bit. Fortunately, nearly a thousand old Taoists, middle-aged worshippers and Taoists have been used to poverty after the archway. Days, the house leaks and sews, old shirts sew, grows a few vegetable plots, and raises a few cages of chickens and ducks, but there is no complaint. At this time, a young Taoist squatted behind the Xuanwu Dangxing Memorial Archway, and squatted beside him with a few stubborn Taoists in nearby Taoist temples, vying to ask the Taoist priest to tell some love stories from the books. This story is. It sounds a lot more interesting than Taoism, but it’s a bit too bleak. Why didn’t one of the men and women in it end up well? I heard the storyteller next to me talking about the end, and I became more worried. This is not a strong support. Does the master sneak out of the Dao class even if he uses the board to pump it?
"Grandmaster Uncle, there are so many riddles, wine orders, and poems in this book. Maybe they were all thought of by one person. If it is true, how knowledgeable it is to write this book? Is it almost comparable to the grandmaster's uncle, right?" asked a little Taoist boy who had only been in Wudang Mountain for less than two years, timidly. With his cheeks in his hands, he looked at the master’s master’s uncle, who should have called the master teacher, but it seemed that the grand master and uncle did not like it, so he still shouted according to his seniority.
"Nonsense, how can someone who wrote this book have the knowledge of the uncle master!" A little Taoist who entered the mountain a little earlier hit a chestnut, his face was awe-inspiring, and the young Taoist boy who was taught was holding his head. Dare to refute.
"It’s not nonsense. If the author of the book argues with me about Taoism, I can’t possibly say it, but I’m a thousand miles away from the love. Now that you will study the scriptures with the masters in the future, if you encounter problems, don’t think that what the masters say is right. Some masters punish you but you don’t feel wrong. You can go to the Lotus Peak to find me. It’s still saying that you are wrong, and if you are still not convinced, you can go down the mountain to find a right or wrong. If one day think that the answer is found, the masters and I are wrong, we can go back to the mountain and tell us that we are really wrong. Don't feel embarrassed if you find yourself wrong, remember that the gate of Wudang will never close." The young Taoist priest smiled and rubbed the head of the youngest Taoist priest with a gentle smile.
"Grandmaster Uncle, I think it's wrong for Master to hit us when he's upset, what do you think?" The little boy asked innocently.
The young Taoist chuckled softly: "I have been beaten several times when I was a child, but now I know that I was wrong many times, and several times are wrong. As time passes, I don’t care about it, Masters and brothers. They are not bad tempered saints, and they will inevitably make some mistakes. Wudang has recorded hundreds of thousands of Taoist priests for thousands of years, but there is only one sculpture of Xuanwu Tianzun. We, including me, are all mortals, and we can make others make mistakes. , I promised myself to make mistakes, don’t want to be horny, then you have to live unhappy. After finally walking around in the world, you are always bored and angry. You are the superior emperor and general, and boring. Besides, we are born out of this world. , Glory and wealth, nothing more than a passing glance, the road becomes rubble and gold, there is spring in the pill furnace, Wudang is my pillow, and my pillow is Wudang, that’s enough."
An older little Taoist priest whispered: "Uncle Master, I heard that rich and noble people eat meat every day. I am gluttonous. When I am hungry, I always think about it and I drool."
Junya, the young Taoist priest with the highest standing in the dust, smiled and said: "Eating meat every day is the same as eating coarse tea and light rice every day, Qingfeng, Master Uncle will give you ten steamed buns. The first one tastes delicious, and the tenth steamed bun is What's it like?"
The little Taoist named Qingfeng said bitterly: "Ten steamed buns, it's dead."
The young master uncle laughed and said: "Yes, this is the truth on the mountain and down the mountain. The master teacher said that the high morale is not as high as the human heart. If we are greedy, there will be no end. Nangong Yuejiaotou, do you know what is the most powerful thing about that sword?"
"Master said that you can fly a sword for thousands of miles!"
"It must be killing demons!"
……
There are many different answers. The young master uncle smiled silently, and waited for the silence to come down, then said softly: "Lu Zu seems to have left a three-foot sword, but he actually left Dao roots and Wudang. He taught us to Eliminate worries, greed and **** with the sword of Qingfeng."
"Lust?" The youngest Taoist boy looked blank. The rest of the young Taoist priests who were ignorant and ignorant all smiled.
"The book I'm reading is called "The First Snow in the East Chamber", and some of the things about men and women have been skipped in it." The young master uncle said with a smile.
"Does the grandmaster and uncle have lust?" The little guy asked thoroughly.
Without waiting for the teacher's uncle to reply, the little guy was beaten up by the little brothers and uncles.
The young master uncle rubbed his head again for him, and said softly: "Yes."
There was a sound of surprise around me, but no one felt that the young ancestors of Wudang Mountain who claimed to be lustful were not tall, learned or kind because of this.
The young master uncle laughed and said: "Knowing that it is not good, it is not a bad thing. This is the same as our Taoist praying for the way of heaven, knowing that it is not in my hands, I have to ask for a way."
"Uncle Shi, haven't you sought enlightenment yet?" a young Taoist priest asked nervously.
"It's hard to say." The young master uncle said sincerely.
At this time, a group of elderly pilgrims from Yongzhou finally walked a dozen or so li to the shrine, panting and came under the archway. The young Taoist priest immediately got up and greeted the little Taoist priests around him to help carry their bags. When going up the mountain, the Taoists skillfully introduced the Wudang Mountain and Taoist temples. The old pilgrims almost thought the little Taoists were dear and lovely. They all showed their vicissitudes of life and smile. They stopped and went, and the fatigue gradually disappeared. The young master uncle knew that it was impossible for the younger generations. When they were sent to the top of the mountain, they were asked to go down first and pick up all their bags alone. The old people were in trouble. The young Taoist priest who spoke little along the way smiled and said that it was okay. The old pilgrims saw him ascending the mountain like clouds and flowing water~IndoMTL.com~ said no The magical demeanor that came out did not seem to be pretending to be relaxed, so he was more relieved. Without the little Taoist priests, the old pilgrims finally asked a slightly sensitive question. They couldn’t get around the two masters of Wudang Mountain. The last time the pilgrims came to Wudang was more than ten years ago, and this is almost the last time they climbed to burn incense in their lives. Most of them have a good impression of Wudang, but their children and grandchildren are more willing to seek distance to Longhu Mountain, and their bodies can’t move. However, the words revealed that if they could be 20 years younger, maybe this trip would really go to Dragon Tiger Mountain of three national teachers in a row.
The young Taoist priest carrying many bags heard this, but didn't speak, just smiled and looked naive. In the eyes of the old pilgrims, it is much more pleasing to the eye than trying to say good things to Wudang Mountain.
Walking all the way up the mountain, approaching the top of the mountain, I met an old Taoist sitting watching the sea of clouds and enlightening Tao.
The old Taoist priest finally recognized the appearance of the young Taoist who was bearing a heavy burden on the mountain. He quickly got up and made a respectful inspection, saying: "I have seen the head teacher."
The young Taoist priest smiled and nodded, saying hello.
A dozen old pilgrims don't really believe their ears, and Qi Qi looked at the young Taoist priests who accompanied Wudang Mountain all the way and listened all the way.
They do have heard that the head teacher on Wudang Mountain is surprisingly young. The main reason for this trip to Wudang to burn incense is that they hope to meet the new head teacher. If you look at it from a distance, you will be immortal. Gas is good.
No matter how declining Wudang has been in the past century, it is the Taoist ancestral court that once overwhelmed Longhu Mountain, with the immortal Wang Chonglou jewels in front. For the new head teacher, the pilgrims still regard the new head teacher as the gods and masters. .
But this young fairy, why did you give us a bunch of bad old guys? ! My QT room is open! The official QT room number [1655] of the princes of the beacon play, click to enter