"Those who have seen the sea are not water, those who have not seen the Heavenly Mountain are not clouds, those who have seen the flowers are lazy to look back, those who have cultivated the Dao are half destined to be a gentleman."
In the Dragon Gate Teahouse, a storyteller stood in the middle of the stage, reciting a poem in cadence. The customers at the tables below looked up at the storyteller.
Those who could sit in the Dragon Gate Teahouse and chat were mostly wealthy, old, and knowledgeable. Naturally, they could tell that it was a good poem.
However, these people were ultimately at the bottom of the social ladder, and they did not have much appreciation for literature. As for the meaning of the entire poem, they actually did not fully understand it.
After the storyteller recited the poem, he looked around smugly, not in a hurry to explain the meaning of the poem.
Many people below started jeering. "Old Mustache, don't be so smug. Hurry up and explain to us …"
"Old Mustache, why are you being so smug? It's not like you wrote it. Hurry up and continue …"
The storyteller had a thick mustache, and he liked to stroke his mustache to pretend to be elegant. Over time, he was given the nickname 'Old Eight Beard'.
Most of the people sitting below were regulars, and they all knew his nickname. He did not stand on ceremony when he called him by his nickname.
Old Mustache smiled reservedly, wanting to keep them in suspense, but there were already people below who could not wait any longer. They began throwing melon seeds, persimmons, and other snacks.
Old Mustache covered his face awkwardly as he hurriedly said, "Everyone, don't be anxious. Aren't we talking …"
There was another uproar below, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.
The teahouse's owner and two old friends sat on the second floor, looking at the lively situation below with relaxed smiles.
"Old Hong, your teahouse is really prosperous …" Yuan Zijun said with a smile. He liked a lively atmosphere, but he did not wish to participate in it. Therefore, he especially liked the private room on the second floor of the Dragon Teahouse.
Another old friend, Xu Ya, said, "This poem sounds elegant and meaningful. Could it be written by that wonderful monk again?"
The teahouse owner, Old Hong, nodded. "That's him." He paused for a moment before explaining, "Wonderful monk is now in the limelight. Many people will be interested even if he says something casually. What's more, it's such a formal poem. From the princes and royalty to the peddlers and commoners, they all like the poems of this wonderful monk. It's really strange … "
Old Hong wasn't young. He had a lean appearance and his grey hair was tied into a neat bun. He wore a gauze crown on his head and wore a grey robe. Although he was the owner of the teahouse, he had a scholarly air about him.
When talking about the Wonderful Monk Wukong, his tone was a bit emotional, but there was also a bit of admiration.
The two old friends didn't care much about Goku. They always felt that this monk wasn't a good monk and didn't chant sutras properly. But they also knew that Old Hong especially admired Wukong.
Xu Ya sighed. "This should be a love poem. A monk reciting a love poem is really …"
"It's not like monks forbid marriage. What's wrong with reciting a love poem? It sounds like there's a deep meaning behind it …"
Yuan Zijun did not know much about poetry. He felt that this poem was not bad, but he did not know its true beauty.
In fact, Xu Ya and Old Hong were about the same level, just at the level of hobbyists. He could barely understand the gist of it.
The storyteller started to explain, "This poem was written by the Wonderful Monk when he brought Lady Liu to tour the Martial Sage Mausoleum. He stood in front of the portrait of the infatuated Sword Saint. He said that the Sword Saint had peerless martial arts and was extraordinary, making people admire him. But to be unwavering and infatuated with one person shows the true nature of a saint. So he wrote this poem to pay tribute to the Sword Saint. "
"So it's to pay tribute to the Sword Saint. But it sounds a bit weird!"
"What do you know? It's to pay tribute to the Sword Saint's infatuation …"
"I don't hear any praise?"
Before the storyteller could finish, the people below started to argue.
"Pa!"
The storyteller, Old Bahu, picked up the gavel and slammed it on the table. The loud and clear sound immediately suppressed all the other noises.
"Are you guys going to say it or me?" Old Bahu said unhappily. "If you understand, come up and say it …"
"You say it, you say it …" The people below were a little embarrassed and hurriedly nodded.
Old Bahu suppressed the audience below and was in a good mood. He said proudly, "This poem has a deep meaning. There must be many people who can't understand it. As for me, I'll explain it to everyone. "
At this moment, no one spoke. They all pricked up their ears and listened carefully. Only by understanding it could they go back and show off to others.
It wasn't a big deal to be able to recite a new poem by a wonderful monk. It was impressive to explain the poem.
Humans were like this. They liked to follow the trend. Everyone was talking about the wonderful monk, Wukong. It would be too embarrassing if you didn't say a word or two.
Now, Wukong represented a level and a trend. This trend was created, and the momentum became greater and greater. It became an unstoppable trend.
"It's hard to see water after seeing the vast sea. It's hard to see clouds after seeing the Heavenly Mountain. The meaning of these two sentences is that after seeing the vast sea, you won't care about other rivers and lakes. After seeing the sea of clouds in the Heavenly Mountain, the clouds in other places are meaningless. "
Before Old Bahu could finish speaking, someone below couldn't help but discuss, "Where is the vast sea? It's so awesome. Where is the sea of clouds in the Heavenly Mountain? I want to take a look … "
"Idiot, this is clearly not referring to a certain place. It has another meaning …" someone else explained.
Old Bahu was afraid that the crowd would argue again, so he hurriedly said, "The vast sea generally refers to the vast sea. The sea of clouds in the Heavenly Mountain should be the hometown of the infatuated Sword Sage. However, it also has another meaning here."
Old Bahu was a storyteller. His voice was loud and clear. When he spoke, there was a cadence to it, which was very attractive. The moment he spoke, the crowd naturally quietened down.
"Looking back at the flowers, half destined to cultivate the Dao and half destined to be a gentleman. These two sentences are about passing by the flowers, but not looking at them. Half of it is because of cultivating the Dao, and the other half is because of you. "
Old Bahu finally concluded, "From the whole poem, this poem is about a man who loves his wife very much. In his heart, apart from cultivating the Dao and his wife, he won't care about any beauties or anything else."
The meaning of this poem was actually not complicated, but it was affectionate and meaningful. It had an extremely deep meaning, and it contained the awareness and wisdom of life. It was not an ordinary shallow love poem.
Most of the customers of the Dragon Gate Teahouse were not young. After understanding the true meaning of this poem, they could not help but feel emotional.
For a moment, the teahouse was silent.
"Good poem." A short and fat man suddenly shouted. He stood up and threw a copper coin. "I suddenly remembered that my wife at home is still waiting for me. I'm leaving."
With that, the short and fat man strode out of the teahouse.
When the others saw this, they also paid their bills.
"That's right. It's the middle of the night. I should go home and hug my wife."
"I don't know why, but I feel a little sour in my heart. Let's go, let's go …"
Soon, more than half of the dozen or so tables of customers left. The remaining few old men sat there and sighed. They recalled the love and hate of their youth.
On the second floor, the boss, Old Hong, and the other two also sighed emotionally.
Even Xu Ya, who could not stand Wukong, could not help but praise, "What a good poem. It's deep but not greasy, sorrowful but not hurtful, and has a lingering aftertaste …"
"Heh, you understand poems again," Yuan Zijun teased.
With Xu Ya's level, he could barely understand poems. He wasn't qualified enough to make a comment.
Xu Ya's face turned slightly red. He also knew that he was not qualified to comment. "You old man, why are you being sarcastic when you don't understand it yourself!"
Xu Ya waved his sleeves and stood up to bid farewell to Old Hong. "Brother Hong, I'll leave first."
"Hey hey, you're really serious …" Yuan Zijun was a little bored and left after sitting alone for a while.
Old Hong felt disappointed after listening to the poem's explanation. Deep longing for his deceased wife arose from the bottom of his heart.
That was how memories were. Once one entered such thoughts, no matter how strong one was, they would not be able to control themselves.
At this moment, Old Hong was not in the mood to care about the two old men. After the two left, Old Hong returned to his room.
He took out a transparent jade tablet and gently stroked it. His face was filled with deep affection and gentleness.
The jade tablet was left to him by his deceased wife. It contained a portion of her divine consciousness. After so many years, Old Hong would take it out and look at his deceased wife's smiling face in the jade tablet.
"Yuru, today's poem is really good. If you were alive, you would like it very much too. "
Old Hong said to his wife in the jade tablet. The projection formed by divine consciousness naturally could not speak. Old Hong looked at it for a while. His thin face was filled with tears.
The next morning, Old Hong brought a shop assistant with him. He carried incense, pastries, and other gifts and took a carriage to Pegasus Temple.
There was a long queue in front of Pegasus Temple. Most of them were carrying gifts.
Old Hong was slightly stunned when he saw the situation. Although he knew that Wukong was famous, he did not expect there to be so many worshippers.
"Go and ask around …" Old Hong sent the shop assistant to find out about the situation.
A middle-aged man with folded sleeves came over and smiled apologetically. "Sir, I know what you want to ask."
Old Hong could tell what the other party was doing with his eyesight. He threw a few copper coins to the other party. "I just want to ask, can I see Master Wukong after I enter?"
"Amitabha, thank you," the man received the copper coins and chanted the name of Buddha with a smile. Then, he bowed and thanked Old Hong. He looked a little strange.
Old Hong found it strange and asked, "What are you chanting?"
"Amitabha?"
The man said with a smile, "This is the great path passed down by Master Wukong. Those who frequently chant the name of Amitabha will be able to attain bliss. One has to believe in this to meet Master Wukong. Now, there are more and more people who believe in this … "
Old Hong nodded. This was the first time he heard of chanting the name of Buddha being considered cultivation. There should be some kind of trick to it.
With 200 years of experience, Old Hong felt that this wasn't simple. It seemed to have a deep meaning. However, he could not explain it immediately.
This was just like Wukong's poems. They were all profound and had a unique charm. This wonderful monk, Wukong, was really not simple!
Old Hong laughed when he thought of this. At his level and age, there was nothing to be afraid of.
"Such a long queue. Can I see Master Wukong after I enter?" Old Hong asked about the most important matter.
The man said, "These worshippers go in to offer incense and pray. They are very fast. Under normal circumstances, the master will be there. From your position, you should be able to see the master. "
Seeing that the man was rather clear, Hong Li gave him a few more copper coins as a form of thanks and sent the man away.
After the man left, he exchanged glances with his companions and shook their heads slightly.
Old Hong saw the subtle exchange of glances between the few of them.
These people should be secret agents of the imperial court. There might be people from other factions around.
Old Hong did not mind. There were many people who wanted to find him. His identity was enough to be investigated. Unless a rank nine powerhouse was squatting here and guarding, only then would they be able to recognize him at a glance.
Rank nine powerhouses could see the truth from the false. No matter how well he hid his cultivation, it would be difficult to hide from a rank nine powerhouse.
However, which rank nine powerhouse was not arrogant? Who would hide here and wait for him? Old Hong did not believe it.
Old Hong was not in a hurry. He slowly lined up outside. When it was cold, he would go to the pie shop at the side and let the waiter continue to line up.
Before the sky turned dark, Old Hong finally entered the gate of Pegasus Temple.
There were dozens of worshippers offering incense in the courtyard. There were also a few women praying in the main hall.
With so many people entering the small courtyard, it was inevitable that it would be a little crowded and chaotic.
However, Old Hong saw Wukong immediately. Wukong stood in the main hall. His slender figure and white monk robe made him quite conspicuous.
Wukong's expression was gentle and calm. He just stood there silently chanting and did not talk to anyone. This kind of silence was naturally solemn and dignified. No one dared to be careless.
Thus, no one dared to talk to Wukong.
Old Hong took a look and immediately retracted his gaze. Indeed, he was handsome and elegant, elegant and extraordinary. Thus, he was able to write an unparalleled essay that no one could compare to.
Old Hong was just here to take a look. He had no other intentions. Like the others, he offered a few sticks of incense and chanted Amitabha before leaving.
However, when he left, Old Hong felt a piercing gaze behind him. When he turned around, he did not discover anything.
Although Old Hong felt that something was wrong, he did not pay much attention to it. No matter how talented Wukong was, his cultivation was only rank five. It was impossible for him to see through his identity.
When he returned to Dragon Gate Teahouse, the sky was already dark.
On the high platform, Old Eight Beard was explaining poems. There were still many spectators below.
Dragon Gate Teahouse might be called a teahouse, but it actually provided snacks and all sorts of alcohol. Every day, there would be storytellers or actors singing. The people who came were all from nearby households. They came here just to watch the fun. Business was not very good, but it had always been good.
Old Hong enjoyed such a leisurely life. He had refined artifacts all his life. In the twenty years before his death, he had no interest in refining anymore.
Yuan Zijun and Xu Ya were both there. They were especially happy to see Old Hong return.
"I heard you went to see Miao Seng. How was it?" Yuan Zijun was the most curious. He was also an extrovert, so he asked.
Old Hong nodded slowly. "I saw him. He lives up to his reputation."
"You can tell at a glance that he lives up to his reputation!" Xu Ya was in disbelief. She felt that Old Hong was exaggerating.
"You will know when you see him. Wukong looks like a genius. Only a person like him can compose these poems …"
"He's so impressive. I should have gone with you …" Yuan Zijun said with a look of regret.
Old Hong was about to speak when he suddenly sensed something. He could not help but look up at the window.
The winter winds were strong. The windows had been pasted with several layers of cotton paper. Not a single trace of wind could pass through. It was impossible to see anything.
Xu Ya asked curiously, "Old Hong, what are you looking at?"
"Oh, nothing …" Old Hong could not help but laugh. "I don't know why, but I was suddenly lost in thought …"
In the Pegasus Temple ten miles away from the Dragon Gate Teahouse, Hui Ming also slowly closed his eyes.
"As expected of a blacksmith master. Although his cultivation is only at the eighth level, his senses are extremely sharp."
Gao Zhengyang asked, "Did he notice you?"
"I sensed him," Hui Ming said calmly. "However, he won't be able to guess what's wrong."
No matter how sharp a blacksmith master's senses were, he would be suppressed in front of a ninth level powerhouse. Moreover, Hui Ming did not mean any harm. Old Hong couldn't sense anything at all.
Gao Zhengyang smiled. "No matter how smart he is, he won't expect you to be guarding here."
After finding the blacksmith master, Lian Jinghong, Gao Zhengyang was in a good mood. He started to flatter him.
Hui Ming said, "Since he sensed something, he might leave soon."
"Mm, I'll go look for him later." Gao Zhengyang did not know Lian Jinghong's identity. However, he could roughly guess it just by looking at his attire.
"There are a lot of people watching outside. Don't cause trouble …" Hui Ming warned.
Gao Zhengyang quickly agreed. "I know."
Gao Zhengyang did not want to cause trouble. He still wanted to stay in Tianyue City for a while.
Lian Jinghong's identity was very important. It would be very troublesome if it was leaked. If Gao Zhengyang wanted to make a deal with Lian Jinghong, he had to keep this secret.
After midnight, Gao Zhengyang finished his daily homework. Without changing his clothes, he flew directly to the roof.
He used his Qing Gong and flew westward with a flick of his sleeves.
In the deep night, Gao Zhengyang's White Moon Monk Robe was very conspicuous. The secret agents were far away, but they could still see the white shadow.
"Goku went out?" a secret agent asked tentatively.
"Judging from the direction, he doesn't seem to be going to Jade Spring Building!" another secret agent said.
"What should we do? Should we follow him?"
"Follow my ass. His lightness skill is so good, but he's already gone."
"Actually, if we put a tracking talisman on him, it would be easy to find him."
"This is the ninth prince's honored guest. The people he befriends are also nobles. Use a talisman. You're courting death! "
The other secret agents did not dare to speak. They were not allowed to expose their whereabouts, nor were they allowed to send experts or use spells. How could they follow him?
"Forget it. Don't worry about him. We should keep a close eye on this place. The main reason is to see if there are any suspicious people coming … "
Gao Zhengyang got rid of the secret agents and went west to a dense forest by the Green Water Canal.
In the forest, Gao Zhengyang activated the titanium alloy and changed his figure. He took out a black tights from the Heart Buddha Space and changed.
Gao Zhengyang stopped for a long time to make sure that no one was following him. Then, he quietly left the forest from the other side.
According to the location Hui Ming told him, Gao Zhengyang rushed all the way to the location.
It was a residential area. It was pitch-black, and no lights could be seen.
Although there was no curfew in Tianyue City, no one would go out after midnight.
Most of the people loitering outside at this time were thieves.
Gao Zhengyang sighed. It was too difficult to find someone just by relying on one direction.
Fortunately, he had seen Old Hong. Even if he did not know his identity, he should be able to find him after walking around and asking around at dawn.
Gao Zhengyang stood on the cornice of a three-story building. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and stood facing the wind. This made him feel like a dark hero.
Now, it would be best if there were two thieves so that he could enjoy being a hero.
"Something's wrong!" Gao Zhengyang suddenly sensed something and quickly turned around.
He saw a white shadow flying toward him. "Thief, watch out for my sword!"
He used his Qing Gong and flew westward with a flick of his sleeves.
In the deep night, Gao Zhengyang's White Moon Monk Robe was quite eye-catching. The secret agents were far away, but they could still see the white shadow.
"Goku went out?" a secret agent asked tentatively.
"Looking at this direction, it doesn't seem to be going to Jade Spring Building!" another secret agent said.
"What should we do? Should we follow him?"
"Follow my ass. His lightness skill is so good, but he's already gone."
"Actually, if we put a tracking talisman on him, it'll be easy to find him."
"This is the ninth prince's distinguished guest, and the people he befriends are also nobles. Talisman, you're courting death! "
The other secret agents did not dare to speak. They were not allowed to expose their whereabouts, nor were they allowed to send experts or use spells. How could they follow him?
"Forget it, don't worry about him. We should keep an eye on this place, mainly to see if there are any suspicious people coming … "
Gao Zhengyang got rid of a few secret agents and went all the way west to a dense forest by the Green Water Canal.
In the dense forest, Gao Zhengyang activated the titanium alloy and changed his figure. He then took out a black tights from the Heart Buddha Space and put it on.
Gao Zhengyang stopped for a long time to make sure that no one was following him. Then he quietly left the dense forest from the other side.
According to the location Hui Ming told him, Gao Zhengyang rushed all the way to the location.
This was a residential area. It was pitch-black, and no lights could be seen.
Although there was no curfew in Tianyue City, no one would go out after midnight.
At this time, most of the people loitering outside were thieves.
Gao Zhengyang sighed. It was a little too difficult to find someone just by relying on one direction.
Fortunately, he had seen Old Hong before. Even if he did not know his identity, he should be able to find him after going around and asking around at dawn.
Gao Zhengyang stood on the cornice of a three-story building, his arms crossed in front of his chest, facing the wind. This made him feel a little like a hero in the dark.
Now, it would be best if there were two thieves, so that he could enjoy the feeling of being a hero.
"Something's wrong!" Gao Zhengyang suddenly felt something and hurriedly turned around.
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