Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 86
On Manting Peak.

The little Taoist priest walked on foot in the barren mountains, the cold wind blew through his thin Taoist robe, his legs were also scratched by thorns and gravel, and his steps became more and more difficult.

He put his hands together in his sleeves and buried his head in his collar, but his body shivered violently uncontrollably, his eyes blurred in black and white.

The little Taoist's body is cold, and he can only rely on fantasizing about a warm sun shining on him, and warming himself through some insignificant fragments in his memory——

It was a sunny afternoon, the little Taoist priest was chanting Taoist scriptures in the Taoist temple, and his master was meditating in front of the Sanqing statue. , is also so ordinary and meaningless, but for some reason he firmly remembers it in his heart.

Sitting on the futon, the old Taoist felt a little cold, so he moved the seat a few feet out, trying to take advantage of the long afternoon sun to warm his body and dispel the chill seeping through the bones.

"Master, if you feel cold, you can go to the alchemy room to warm up by the fire. If the firewood collected by my apprentice in the morning is not enough, I will go and pick up some more before dark."

The little Taoist took the time to say something, and wanted Master to give him a chance to breathe, and stay away from these densely printed inferior scriptures.

Without even raising his eyelids, the old Taoist poured out two Huangjing Buqi pills from the medicine gourd and swallowed them whole.

"Don't be sloppy in Taoist homework, and read the "Taishang Laojun Said the Sutra of Changqingjing" ten times. Practicing tranquility and inaction is the only way to achieve the Tao."

Seeing that the master was not fooled, the little Taoist withdrew his head again with a bitter face, stretched out his cold fingers to turn the pages of the book, and continued to wander away.

The little Taoist felt that this master was very strange.

In normal times, the old Taoist would not relax his self-cultivation. He recited clarification rhymes, hangings, large and small prayers, eight divine mantras and law patents for his homework every day, until he finished chanting and singing "Qiu Zu's Confessions", From the beginning to the end of the unitary period, the demeanor is dignified and full of energy, and the sincerity of seeking Tao can be learned from the sun and the moon.

But once the homework is over, the master plunges into the alchemy room, studies the combination of herbs he picked from the mountain, and learns acupuncture and massage; Li Zhen is as timid and cautious as a mouse in a burrow.

If an ordinary person walks into the alchemy room, he will be shocked by the walls full of medicinal materials and the plethora of medical books, and wonder whether he has gone to the wrong medical center.

The little Taoist priest once speculated that it was because the master was too afraid of death that he threw himself into the Taoist sect to enlighten and cultivate, and stayed in this remote Taoist temple with high mountains and far away?

But if you live with as few desires as Master, and stay away from grievances and grievances, even if you can cultivate to the age of three or five hundred, how is it different from a rock in the mountains?Is there still a way to live for the sake of living in the world?

"Master, didn't you say you want to cultivate both life and soul? Or do you mean that if you live long enough, you can become a fairy?"

The old Taoist never shy away from his fear of death, but the young Taoist's outspokenness this time made him tactfully defend himself.

"The alchemy method taught by Patriarch Bai Yuchan of my school is of course the cultivation of life and soul, but it also pays attention to life first and then nature. The general practice starts with the cultivation of essence and energy, and gradually progresses through the stages of refining essence, refining qi, and refining spirit. Don't be impatient. "

The little Taoist said in bewilderment: "Fate is the three treasures of the human body, and sex is a bit of truth. Isn't life first and sex second the way to abandon the basics and chase the end?"

The old Taoist smiled with his beard and said: "First understanding the true nature seems to be a strategic plan, but in fact it is inevitable to go astray by rejecting the vulgar body and denying life. Like a stupid monk who has been practicing death meditation for a lifetime, how can he be liberated? You must not talk about nothingness. "

The little Taoist always felt that the master was making excuses, but he couldn't find any evidence, so he looked at the two towering green peaks outside the Taoist temple in a trance, and let the afternoon sun shine on him lazily.

The old Taoist saw that the apprentice still didn't believe it, so he pointed to the Jiuqu River in the distance and said, "Disciple, look at the Jiuqu River. The opposite side of the river bank is full of flowers and willows in spring, and it is very lively."

"At this time, people like us who live at the foot of the mountain, some want to go, some don't want to go, and some sneer at the other side. If you are a boatman, you can only ferry those who want to cross the river, right? "

"The so-called fate before nature is just to lure him to practice with the immortal life technique first, and to feel his sincerity with the terror between life and death, and then finally send his dreams and delusions with true awareness, and step into the way of the golden core."

The sun shines through the leaves into the courtyard, seeming to melt away the remaining cold in the air, and even the mountains in the distance shine brightly, which is very magnificent.

"Master, but we mountain people don't want to practice Taoism. Everyone says that if you have this Manting Peak, you can become an immortal. Wuyi immortals will hold a banquet on the top of the mountain to entertain guests. We, the descendants of Wuyi ancestors and Wuyi grandma, drank the immortal wine and tasted it. Immortal delicacies, could have been born as immortals."

The old Taoist's expression faltered for three minutes, and he said dissatisfiedly: "These are the stories of the village folks, you must not believe them lightly. It is all vain if you don't achieve the Golden Elixir, and the Immortal Banquet has to be crossed by a boat to ascend through the ravine. Otherwise, if you look at the corpses of immortal letters all over the mountains and plains, how many people have seen immortals?"

"So there are no gods on the mountain? Could it be that my parents have been lying to me since I was a child..."

The old Taoist shook his head: "My group has been searching for the world's caves since the Han Dynasty. The No. 16 fairy cave in Wuyi Mountain should be on this Manting Peak—otherwise, why would Immortal Master Bai Yuchan build a temple for a long time and stick to it?" Here."

"What is a cave, Master?"

"Dongtian is an empty place in the mountains, and there are many magical places. Since the publication of the Weishu in the Han Dynasty, there have been 36 caves in the world. My brothers and sisters have traveled all over the world's famous mountains, just to find other places. "

The little Taoist looked at Manting Peak half-understood, staring at the flat top of the peak, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it didn’t look like it. Instead, he felt that the slightly higher Dawang Peak, which was connected to the peaks and foots, looked more like a cave.

"Is it miraculous to be able to create more people out of thin air?"

The little Taoist gave an example hesitantly, "I think Dawang Peak is the cave. The person we picked up on Dawang Peak is still unconscious in the wing room—it's a pity that he is a strange person, not a fairy."

"It doesn't count, it only counts when it appears on Manting Peak."

The old Taoist retorted unreasonably.

The little Taoist became more confused the more he listened: "Master, are there gods or no gods on the Manting Peak? Why do I become more and more confused the more I listen?"

The old Taoist smiled mysteriously, "If I tell you that there is, then I am lying; if I make it clear that there is no, then it is because I don't know the art of immortal life. If you really want to know, wait until you cultivate the gold of the original school." Dan, go up the mountain and see for yourself!"

The little Taoist priest looked at the master's expression and knew that he had been fooled. The master was obviously trying to trick himself into practicing. If he had the bonus of curiosity, even reading the scriptures would not be so boring.

"Master, what's the difference between what you said and what you didn't say?"

The old Taoist coughed twice, picked up the medicine gourd and poured out two Lingyang Shouwu pills and swallowed them.

"Teacher, you have to remember the words 'Yedu Fucha'."

The little Taoist shook his head, expressing that he couldn't remember.

Master no longer pretended to be mysterious, and said in a clear and bright voice.

"What is a wild crossing? Life is like being on a wild crossing, where the other side is beyond hope, and when you search up and down, you are at a loss and don't know where to go."

"What is Fucha? Cultivating the Tao is like chopping bamboo to build a boat. Although you have toiled endlessly, after walking on thin ice, the only way forward is to step on Fucha."

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The dark road is far away and endless, and there is a vast star on the top of the zenith emitting light, peeping at the cold mountain peak, and pointing to a certain direction in the distance.

"The wild crossing float..."

"Ascension to immortality..."

The little Taoist repeated his master's words tremblingly, even though he was about to become a dead body in the cold night, he still walked without stopping.He clutched his heart tightly with one hand, as if the voice there was getting louder and clearer...

I saw a section of cloud and mist shrouded like a curtain on the huge stone peak standing on the red cliff and surrounded by green pines and bamboos, and the fragrant drums and music lingered, which is rare in the world.

The banquet at the Manting Pavilion has already begun.

(End of this chapter)