Chapter 52: Hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening

Chapter 52: Hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening

Deep mountains, ancient buildings.

The stilted building is three feet above the ground, and the walls are painted with dark red paint to prevent moisture and insects.

Two black figures jumped upstairs very quickly.

The door to the tall building was open, and the two of them were kneeling in the center.

What is enshrined in front of the temple is not a statue of a god, but a shadow hidden in the darkness.

"Master Taoist, Master Sun Yin was killed in battle!"

The man on the left told what happened.

"Haha, it seems that Xu Xuan discovered something extraordinary." The black shadow's voice was hoarse.

"Tao Master, do you want us to go there and take revenge?"

"There is no need to go there and die, bring a letter to Emperor Qianqing, and also reveal the information about the ancient secret treasure to the people of the secret sect. No, I want to see Emperor Qianqing in person!"

Sun Taixuan was very clear-headed. The existence of Taiyiyi must have been exposed. The Baidi Sect was backed by a country and had many masters. They might have set up a dragnet to wait for them to come.

It would be better to seek refuge in the north. The Tantric Sect and Taiyi Alliance should work together to capture the Baidi Sect first and then talk about other things.

The northern capital city.

The Qing Emperor of Qian Dynasty sat down at his desk and approved documents, turning a border ethnic group into a dynasty occupying the north. Taiji could be regarded as a barbarian lord.

While the South is developing in full swing, the North is also developing.

Different from the development in all aspects in the south, the north has only one goal, to develop military power and prepare for future unification of the world, even if the cost is the loss of lives.

It's not your own property anyway.

The situation of the Jin people was better than that of Xu Xuan's other life, and most of the forces of the old era were tightly united around Emperor Qianqing.

"Your Majesty! King Lotus wants to see you!" the eunuch said softly.

"Xuan!"

After a while, a bald old man walked in.

"Your Majesty, the old monk recommends someone to you." King Lotus seemed very polite. Now the Tantric Sect has firmly taken root in the desert and is almost the only one.

"Oh? Who?"

After a while, an old Taoist priest who was about seventy or eighty years old came to visit Miao.

This Taoist priest has a strange appearance and a high forehead.

"I am a poor man to pay my respects to the Emperor!"

As soon as Sun Taixuan arrived, he made a great ceremony.

"Heavenly Master, get up quickly. There is no need to be polite." Emperor Qianqing was delighted. If he could win the support of the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism at the same time, then Dading in the north would occupy the capital of the former Ming Dynasty, and it could be said to be orthodox.

Sun Taixuan went directly to the topic. There was one condition for coming this time, which was to become a Taoist great master and lead Taoism in the world.

At the same time, he talked about the situation of Baidi Sect, greatly improved the status of Baidi Sect, and said that it was the key to Xu Yong's fortune. If it weren't for the vast belief base of Baidi Sect, Xu Yong would not be able to usurp the throne now, and Nanming would continue to fight among itself. .

"Okay, I agree to the matter with the Heavenly Master."

"In exchange, I am willing to encourage Beidi Taoist priests to shave their hair and change their clothes."

"Ah?" Emperor Qianqing was not surprised, but ecstatic.

It was the national policy of the Jin people to shave their hair and change clothes. In order not to offend the local religion, it was specifically stipulated that Taoist priests did not need to shave their hair and change clothes. This led to many people who were loyal to the Han emperor to escape by becoming Taoist priests. Now it is time to solve this problem.

A scene emerged in Emperor Qianqing's mind - a Taoist priest with a traditional pigtail.

The traditional gods of the Han people are like this, so the people will naturally no longer reject them. After two or three generations, they will basically get used to them.

It is estimated that by then, people in the south will be called long-haired thieves.

"Haha, Master Sun, what do you want? I will give it to you!"

Qianqing waved his hand.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After more than a thousand years, since Sun En, the Five Pecks of Rice Sect once again appeared as a prominent teaching.

The price paid for this was just a small haircut, which Sun Taixuan could accept.

And he also has ambitions to unify the world's religions in the future, and if he finds the three great treasures of the Pre-Qin Dynasty, he may be able to complete the unfinished achievement of Master Sun En - the Tao Kingdom on Earth.

Looking at Xiang Tower, there is a pavilion on the roof.

After half a year, the entire building was renovated again.

There are many flower pots on the roof, with butterflies flying, and three people are drinking in the pavilion.

Xu Xuan looked down at a strange instrument. There was an insect egg placed on the bottom plate under the instrument, and he observed the characteristics of the egg.

He began to study the Huangting Neijing technique, which has twelve kinds of insects in the five internal organs and seven orifices.

First, use special medicinal materials to irrigate the plants so that the plants contain medicinal properties. Reiki must be used, otherwise the plants will wither.

The other is to attract butterflies to lay eggs. The eggs absorb medicinal liquid and spiritual energy from a young age, and after emerging from the cocoons, they become corresponding insects.

After looking at it for a long time, Xu Xuan looked away and wrote a few lines on the book.

"The best plants are lilies, and the best butterflies are glass butterflies."

Because the environment is different, this is different from the mirror world.

After putting away his things, Xu Xuan looked up at Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youjian beside Zhang Duxiao.

"Youjian, you really made this thing, not bad."

Xu Xuan looked at Zhu Youjian's fat body and secretly complained in his heart, why do people start to gain weight after they step down from power, and so does his father, and so does Zhu Youjian.

"Thanks to you, you said that you can see the universe from above and see the subtle things from below. The craftsmen and I have developed colorless glass, just in time to make this microscope, and the magnification is not too high."

The past few years can be said to be the happiest time in my life. At first, I was trembling with fear, fearing that one day I would drink a glass of poisonous wine. Later, I found that no one cared about me. In addition, after the fire dragon was born, the people recognized it, and no one used him to cause trouble.

After becoming the King of Yueyang, Zhu Youjian ate, drank and had fun every day, indulged in the mountains and rivers, or studied weird things. He had to admit that he was really just a prince.

I have to say that people from Lao Zhu's family have a talent for research, and he really invented something.

"If you zoom in a little further, you can see the hundreds of thousands of insects mentioned by the Buddha. If you then study the patient's sputum, blood, etc., to understand which insect is causing the disease, you may create a new medicine and it may be famous for generations. ”

As a liberal arts student, that's all Xu Xuan's knowledge in this area.

Zhu Youjian was very excited and said, "I will go back and study it right away."

"By the way, get another microscope for Xie Miao."

"good."

"Haha, let me take a look, too." Zhang Duxiao took the microscope and looked at the insect eggs magnified ten times, feeling amazed in his heart.

"If this insect breaks out of its cocoon and turns into a butterfly, it will have incredible miraculous effects. Coupled with Xiao Qinglong Powder, your strength will be even greater."

"Oh? I'll wait and see." Zhang Duxiao put down the microscope and smiled, "By the way, Master Tian, ​​I want to go back to Jiangxi and come back in half a year."

"Okay, are you still missing some charms?"

"There is no shortage. There are no bandits now. Let's set out tonight."

"That's fine."

After not returning for several years, Zhang Duxiao felt like returning home for some reason.

Maybe people get homesick easily as they get older, after all, they are in their nineties.

If he hadn't met the Celestial Master and used the Celestial Master's prescription to regulate his energy and blood, the weeds on the tomb would probably be as tall as one person's by now.

The carriage set off overnight and arrived at Longhu Mountain on the tenth day.

I met all my disciples and talked about old times with future generations.

After satisfying his homesickness, Zhang Duxiao returned to Changsha.

He has devoted his life to the Tao, and the Tao is his destination. In his dying years, Zhang Duxiao is very satisfied to be able to discuss the Tao with a true cultivator. God is also helping him.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

On the carriage, Zhang Duxiao fell into a deep sleep and had a long dream. In the dream, he was himself, going through life quickly like a revolving lantern.

Bangdang...

The carriage bumped, and Zhang Duxiao woke up from his sweet dream.

"Arrived in Changsha?"

The disciple outside the door replied: "We just arrived at Zhutan."

"How far is it from Changsha?"

"Four hundred miles."

"parking!"

Zhang Duxiao had an epiphany in his heart and smiled with relief. It was already too late.

Stop the car and get out of the car.

The disciples helped him straighten his clothes, and Zhang Duxiao sat cross-legged under the tree. He felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and his energy and energy seemed to be drained all of a sudden.

"It's too late, old man."

The disciples seemed to have noticed something, and they all knelt down and cried bitterly.

"Ancestor, what are your last words?"

Having lived for ninety years, Zhang Duxiao has a clear understanding of life, old age, illness and death.

"I'm going."

His face was calm, with a smile on his lips, forming a skyward seal, and his breathing was low until it disappeared.