The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 233 All Spirit Orifices Are Open, Water, Fire, Dragon and Tiger

When the middle-aged Taoist heard Song Xingzhi's words, he was slightly startled, but his face remained calm: "This fellow Taoist, there is only Xuanyuan Temple here, and there is no Tao of Heavenly Master."

Song Xing smiled and said, "Then I will visit the master of Xuanyuan Temple."

The middle-aged Taoist looked at Song Xing who was alone, thought for a while, and asked: "Xuanyuan Temple is not open to the outside world, and has little contact with the outside world. I don't know why you come here?"

Song Xing looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest and asked, "What is Your Excellency's identity in Xuanyuan Temple?"

Before the middle-aged Taoist priest could speak, the Taoist boy who had gone to fetch water for Song Xing before hurried over with a pot of water in his hand. When he saw Song Xing standing in front of the hall, he was shocked and stepped forward to grab his clothes. sleeve:
"Hey, what's the matter with you, didn't you say you can't come in, hurry up and go away!"

Saying that he was about to pull Song Xing to leave, the middle-aged Taoist frowned when he saw Dao Tong's behavior, and stopped him softly: "Zhi Qing, the visitor is a guest, don't be rude."

Only then did Daotong notice the middle-aged Taoist priest beside the stone pillar, and he bowed in surprise: "My lord, this good believer said he came to ask for a glass of water, but unexpectedly trespassed on the main hall, I will ask him to leave."

Song Xing stood where he was, no matter how Zhi Qing pushed and pulled him, he remained motionless, looked up at the middle-aged Taoist priest, and said with a smile: "It turns out that the Taoist priest is the master of Xuanyuan Temple, Song Xing entered the Taoist temple without authorization, and I hope that the crime of trespassing will be forgiven. "

As the saying goes, you don't raise your hand to hit people with smiling faces. Although Song Xing broke into the temple owner privately, he greeted him with a smile all the time, and he didn't trespass into the temple. :

"Zhiqing, don't be rude, please let this layman enter the side hall to speak."

Song Xing said the name of Tianshidao in one breath, obviously he did not enter Xuanyuan Temple by mistake, no matter what the purpose was, he would definitely not leave easily, and simply invited people to enter.

Seeing that the temple master spoke, Zhiqing didn't dare to disobey, so he could only signal Song Xing to follow him to the side hall next to him, but Song Xing didn't move, and said again:
"The same lineage of Laojun, please allow me to go to the main hall to enter a stick of incense."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhiqing to stop him, he bypassed him, stepped into the main hall, took three sticks of incense in front of the desk, twisted his right thumb and index finger, the fire flashed and smoke rose, and the incense in his hand was already on fire.

Respectfully held the incense and bowed, until three sticks of incense were inserted into the incense burner, Song Xing held the yin and embraced the yang with his hands, pinched Ziwu inside, and Tai Chi outside, and bowed to Laojun again with standard Taoist etiquette.

When he turned around, he saw the middle-aged Taoist standing beside him, staring at his hands with piercing eyes, with doubts flashing in his eyes.

Song Xing looked at Zhiqing standing outside the hall. It was strange to say that although Xuanyuan Temple occupied a large area, he had only seen Zhiqing and the middle-aged Taoist priest up to now, and had not seen any other The existence of priests.

Looking at the thin and well-looking Taoist priest with a long beard reaching his chest, Song Xing hid the suspicion in his eyes very well, and clasped his fists and said, "Dare to ask, what is the name of the elder?"

The middle-aged Taoist returned a salute: "The poor way is quiet and far away."

Song Xing said: "It turned out to be Daoist Jingyuan. In the Taoist Xuanyuan Temple, the population is not very prosperous."

Jingyuan didn't know why Song Xing asked this, but he still said truthfully: "The mountain is cold, and the temple is not open to the public. There are only a few dozen disciples in the sect. It cannot be compared with those famous mountain Taoist temples."

Song Xing waved his hands disapprovingly: "Famous mountain Taoist temples, with great incense, but how can they be called true Taoists, Taoist priests who don't walk in the world and devote themselves to pure cultivation are real Taoists."

Jingyuan shook her head: "Fellow Daoist is absurd."

Seeing that Jingyuan refused to enter, Song Xing turned his head and looked at it, and said, "The visitor is a guest, won't the priest invite me to sit down?"

Jingyuan stared at Song Xing for a few times, but saw that he looked curiously at the structure of the main hall, so he said: "There is a place for entertaining guests in the side hall next to the main hall, fellow Taoist, please come with me."

The two came out of the main hall and came to a guest room next to the side hall. Zhi Qing quickly brought tea and water for the two, looked at Song Xing curiously, and walked away quietly under Jing Yuan's signal go out.

Jingyuan cooked the tea skillfully, and soon brought a cup of tea to Song Xing.

Song Xing held up the celadon tea cup in front of him and looked at it, and couldn't help but praise: "The foam is as deep as the flowers, and it looks like snow. The Taoist priest is also a tea lover."

Jingyuan's eyes showed surprise at first, and then turned into plainness: "The mountain is poor, and the only thing I can serve is tea, as long as fellow Taoists like it."

Song Xing sipped the tea carefully, and slowly told the source of the tea, and even the utensils for making tea were from Dongou, which made Jingyuan's eyes more and more surprised.

"I can't imagine that fellow Taoist is so proficient in tea ceremony at such a young age. Listening to Jun's words, it is like a spring compress, full of fragrance."

It can be seen that Jingyuan really likes tea. Seeing that Song Xing has extraordinary insights into the tea ceremony, he is very happy, but fortunately he has not lost his mind. Seeing Song Xing put down the teacup, Jingyuan's expression changed, and he asked softly:

"Dare to ask my friend, come to my Xuanyuan Temple, why do you come?"

This was the second time Jingyuan asked a question. Song Xing looked up at Jingyuan and said calmly, "I came for the Tao of Heavenly Master, and for Sun En, the leader of Taoism of Heavenly Master 200 years ago."

Jingyuan's face remained unchanged, and he said in a deep voice: "Pin Dao has said it, this is Xuanyuan Temple, there is no Tao of Heavenly Master, I am afraid that fellow Taoists have found the wrong place."

Even though Jingyuan's voice was calm, Song Xing could still hear his muscles tense instantly and his blood flow speed up, obviously he was on guard.

When he heard the Tao of the Heavenly Master, Jingyuan's aura still couldn't help fluctuating. Song Xing noticed that the middle-aged Taoist priest in front of him, whose martial arts were almost as good as the Demon Dao's Pichen, confirmed his guess.

"Why should the Taoist lie to me? Xuanyuan Temple and Tianshi Dao are both inherited by Sun En. Is there any difference between looking for Tianshi Dao and Xuanyuan Temple?"

Ever since Sun En shattered the void, Nantian Shidao failed to arrange for the successor of Tianshidao. As a result, the former No. Up-and-comers such as the Lingbao faction overshadowed the limelight and disappeared from the world, leaving only the inheritance of Xuanyuanguan.

As a branch of Taoism with a longer inheritance history than the Taoism of Tianshi, Laojun Temple has mastered a large amount of unknown information about Taoism in the past dynasties. It is Song Xing who knows the location of Xuanyuan Temple.

Seeing Song Xing's promise, Jingyuan knew that it was meaningless to hide it, so he simply admitted: "Yes, Xuanyuan Temple is indeed a branch of Nantian Shidao, and 200 years have passed. Cultivation, don’t tell me you’re all in the same vein, or are you still refusing to let us go?”

Looking at the faint anger on Jingyuan's face, Song Xing knew that he had misunderstood, thinking that he was sent by Shangqing and Lingbao back then.

Seeing that Song Xing didn't speak, Jing Yuan thought he had guessed right, and said angrily: "After the ancestor shattered the void, all the classics of Tianshi Dao were searched by you, and Tianshi Dao has never recovered since then, only my Xuanyuan lineage is left. If you don't walk in the world, don't you even want to take away this last shelter?"

Seeing that if he didn't make it clear, Jingyuan was going to lift the table, Song Xing quickly stretched out his hand to comfort him: "Master Jingyuan, you misunderstood me, I'm not a person of the Qing dynasty."

Jingyuan was taken aback for a moment, and the growing anger suddenly had no place to vent: "How dare you say that the gesture you made when you inserted the incense just now was not the gesture of Shangqing Yimai praying for blessings?"

Song Xing said with a smile: "The Shangqing School and the Lingbao School are just stealing the achievements of the predecessors. Where did the Shangqing School come from? Don't confuse my Laojunguan with the Shangqing School."

Jingyuan was a little hesitant, but looked at Song Xing with vigilance: "You say you are not from the Shangqing lineage, what proof do you have?"

Song Xing stretched out his right hand in front of Jingyuan. Jingyuan was surprised at first, and then felt a wave of familiar zhenqi in Song Xing's hand. Open, water fire dragon tiger, Huangtian Dafa!"

(End of this chapter)