Taoism had a saying of thirty-six paradises and seventy-two blessed lands. In the previous dynasty, the Nine Pecks of Rice Sect's Old Immortal Ma Cheng Zhu was the most popular. At that time, Mount Longhu was only listed as the twenty-sixth blessed land of Taoism, and it didn't have any paradises. Compared to Mount Wudang, it seemed to be too inferior. However, since it became the ancestral court of Taoism, Taoist Master Zhao of Mount Longhu had been teaching in the Taoist Mansion for forty generations. Every Taoist Master could be conferred a title by the imperial court. In addition to the title of Taoist Master, he was also an official of the first or second rank. He could summon people and teach the emperor health and disease prevention techniques.
This generation's Great Celestial Master Zhao Danxia and the Grand Chancellor of the Shangyin Academy had both become state masters. The previous generation's Celestial Master was only in charge of the affairs of the various Taoist sects in Jiangnan. This generation's Celestial Master was in charge of all the Taoist sects in the world.
Xiaoyao Temple was a small temple on Mount Longhu. There were few people, let alone incense. Taoist Mansion probably couldn't stand it anymore. They didn't want the oldest Taoist temple on the mountain to be short of rice, so they could only provide some silver every month. Xiaoyao Temple didn't belong to Mount Longhu Taoist Court. It was only two generations ago that it was under the name of Taoist Mansion. So far, there were no more Buddhist temples on Mount Longhu. Even an old temple like Xiaoyao Temple couldn't support it. Taoists who were different from Zhengyi School had moved out of Mount Longhu one after another.
At this time, there was an old Taoist Master surnamed Zhao living in Xiaoyao Temple, Zhao Xituan. If outsiders heard it for the first time, they wouldn't take it seriously and would think that it was an old guy who entered Mount Longhu. There were three Taoist Masters surnamed Zhao living in Mount Longhu, but don't think that the surname Zhao on the mountain was necessarily great. Only the Taoist Masters of Mount Longhu in Taoist Mansion were the leaders of this "Taoist Capital". The headmaster of this generation of Mount Longhu was the Dan generation, followed by Jing, Ning, Ling, Jing, and Guan.
In the temple, the old Taoist Master Zhao Xituan looked at the courtyard full of hawthorns that had been exposed to wind, sun, snow, and rain. They had long dried up, so how could he eat them?
The withered youth squatted in the courtyard, looking a little embarrassed.
The old Taoist stood by the side. Today was a good day for a hero to talk about his past bravery. He leisurely said, "Long Xiang, when I was young, I loved to entertain the mountains and rivers. When I was young, I was well-versed in the Eight Trigrams. There were no books that I didn't read, and I floated out into the world. Back then, the ancestors on the mountain loved me so much that they were confused, but I didn't care about the false reputation of being a minister. I wandered around for more than thirty years before returning to the mountain. Heh, at the foot of the mountain, I did some things like imparting scriptures and writing seals to cure diseases and disasters. I was almost invited to the palace by the old Emperor to talk about the Huang Lao Shu. Although many people in the Taoist Mansion have been to the capital and entered the Imperial Palace, that's because they also have the surname Zhao.
. "" Long Xiang, don't look at the hawthorns. Talk to me. We don't talk much every day. Outsiders will think that I don't care about you. "
"My disciple, why don't I teach you the 'Great Dream of Spring and Autumn' that our ancestor only passed down to me? This is a Daoist immortal art that even my arrogant nephew couldn't comprehend. I'm only able to protect this Carefree Temple because of this Great Dream of Spring and Autumn. This mantra is comparable to Wudang's Big Yellow Court. I can sleep for three years now because the old ancestor is amazing. It's said that it's not difficult to sleep for sixty years. I wonder if the old ancestor immortalized back then … "
The old Taoist saw the youth's expressionless face and felt a little bored talking to himself. He yawned and was about to fall asleep. His left leg was bent on the ground and his right leg was placed on top of his left leg. He held his chin with one hand and fell asleep. There was no chair under the old Daoist's buttocks, but his body swayed back and forth without falling.
The old Daoist of Mount Longhu's Hope generation held his chin with one hand as if he was holding a sword while the fingers of his left hand were like hooks, forming the Double Yang Meridian Incantation. The old man's murmur could be heard, "Sleep in spring and autumn, sleep in spring and autumn, sleep in spring and autumn, sleep in spring and autumn, sleep in spring and autumn, sleep in spring and autumn, the stone root lies high and forgets the year. Without a blanket, without a quilt, heaven and earth as a bed, draped with a bright moon. Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and Mount Tai was destroyed. Ten thousand feet of seawater fell from the sky. Black Dragon screamed, and ghosts and gods were frightened. I was sleeping soundly … "
Outside the courtyard, there was a young Daoist dressed in a noble yellow Daoist robe. He stood still with his eyes closed and muttered, "Eyes to the nose, nose to the door of life, the heart to the interior. His breathing was continuous as he silently held on. The void was extremely quiet. Within the True Energy Floating Core Pool, inside the Divine Water Ring Five. Call Jiading, summon the spirits of the hundred. My god is out of the nine palaces, roaming the green and jade. Looking at the sea in my dream, Yin and Yang are mentioned in the smoke. I don't know that five hundred years have passed since the Spring and Autumn Period … "
Xu Longxiang saw that the old Daoist beside him was dozing off and refused to leave, so he got up and left the courtyard. The Pleasure Temple was not at the top of the mountain, but at the foot of the mountain. It was indeed a world of difference from the Taoist Master's residence. However, when he went out, he could see the Green Dragon Stream that was wrapped around the mountain like a jade ribbon. Xu Longxiang walked to the stream and stared blankly at the two bamboo rafts tied to the bank. The youth was afraid of water, so he naturally did not dare to board the rafts and follow the stream.
The young man in the yellow Daoist robe stood proudly by the stream and sneered, "Idiot surnamed Xu, to think that Taoist Master Xi taught you how to sleep in the Spring and Autumn Period. Do you understand? If you don't, then go back to Beiliang. Dragon Tiger Mountain is not a place for idiots like you to stay. "
Xu Longxiang turned a deaf ear and stared blankly at the stream.
Although the young Daoist with the strange face mocked, he kept a distance from Huang Man'er. The last time he came to the Pleasure Temple to visit his ancestor, he accidentally stepped on a hawthorn and was almost chased from the foot of the mountain to the top by this idiot. He was in a very sorry state. Many Daoist sisters and aunts on the mountain laughed at him for a long time. It was a great humiliation.
However, he could see that the idiot was afraid of water.
Seeing that Xu Longxiang had finally turned his head, the young Daoist floated to the bamboo raft. With a light tap of his foot, the raft slowly slid to the other side of the stream. It seemed that the young Daoist had played a trick. The bamboo raft stopped in the middle of the stream.
On the bamboo raft stood five or six scholars who came to Dragon Tiger Mountain in search of immortality. When they saw this mysterious scene, they were in an uproar.
The Daoist laughed and said, "Huang Man'er, if you have the ability, then come. I heard that you have two sisters. One is dissolute and the other is fishing for fame."
Xu Longxiang was indifferent.
The Daoist continued to mock, "You have an older brother? I heard that the Princess Consort died because of this good-for-nothing His Royal Highness? "
Xu Longxiang suddenly raised his head.
The Daoist laughed and said, "Come, I'll wait for you."
Xu Longxiang, who was squatting, did not completely stand up. Like a leopard, he bent his waist and rushed forward. In an instant, he swept to the bank of the stream. However, he did not jump into the stream. Instead, he stepped on the front of the bamboo raft. Immediately, the broad and sturdy bamboo raft was pried out of the water and stood upright!
One of his hands was like a knife, cutting the thick ropes that held the bamboo raft together. With a push of his hands, he tore the bamboo raft apart.
Xu Longxiang quickly picked up the remains of the bamboo raft and threw them out.
Just the sound alone was ear-piercing. It was like a tiger's roar.
From this, it could be seen how great the strength was.
The rain of arrows fell.
The yellow-clothed Daoist's face was flustered. No matter how he moved, he could not escape from the bamboo arrows. He used all his strength and only managed to deflect some of the bamboo arrows. These arrows exploded the moment they entered the stream.
The stream around the Daoist splashed like a fountain.
When the last bamboo arrow pierced his face, the young Daoist had already resigned himself to his fate.
A middle-aged Daoist, who was also wearing a yellow Daoist robe, appeared out of thin air. He floated to the bamboo raft with his left hand behind his waist and his right hand stuck to the bamboo. On the surface, he looked calm, but the bamboo raft was rapidly moving backward. When it stopped moving, the middle-aged Daoist had already shot the bamboo back at Xu Longxiang, who was the strongest in the world.
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