Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 101 Am I Huang Laoxie?

It is March, which is the season of peach blossoms.

The dead trees and stumps on all the peaks of Huashan Mountain have sprouted new shoots.

For the past half month, a strange person has been coming up to the top of Luoyan Peak, and he does nothing but look at the peaks of Huashan in a daze.

He was dressed in a strange black and white Taoist robe, and the hairstyle on the top of his head was also different from ordinary people, but the silver-white hair crown was extremely exquisite, even more exquisite than the royal gift.

Today seems to be a little different, the lonely expression on this person's face has dissipated, and the whole person looks much more cheerful.

And not long after staying at the top of Luoyan Peak, he was going down the mountain. In the past, he would just stand there for a whole day.

But I saw that this person went down Luoyan Peak with ease, and then left Huashan Mountain, heading west.

Huang Lin rode a skinny horse slowly westward along the dilapidated official road.

Wearing a strange Taoist robe and holding a long sword, he looked like a person from the Jianghu, but there were no unscrupulous soldiers and bandits coming to find fault.

After staying in Huashan for half a month, he buried his longing and other emotions in his heart.

The Huashan Mountain behind him is the Huashan Mountain he is familiar with, but it is not the one he is familiar with.

Without those Huashan colleagues, and without those familiar buildings.

However, there are many Taoist temples built on various peaks, such as the Bajing Palace and Qingxu Temple on Yunvfeng.

The other peaks are all the same.

It has been more than a month since he came to this world, and after inquiring about the general situation, he went straight to Mount Hua without hesitation.

On the way, I heard the rumors about swords in Huashan last year. Although I was surprised, I didn't have much thought.

My mind is full of going back to Huashan to have a look first.

Today, it's time to meet that person, and I don't know if he's dead or not.

Xi'an at this time
No, it should be called Jingzhaofu now.

Right now, Jingzhao Mansion is much more desolate than it was in the Ming Dynasty, and there are few pedestrians on the road.

On the way to the west, Huang Lin would occasionally stop in the city. The people in the city were all yellow and hungry, and they were oppressed by the Jin people from time to time.

If he didn't take care of these things, he couldn't take care of so much in this world.

After experiencing a world, his mentality changed sharply, and he didn't plan to have too deep friendship with anyone, otherwise every time he "ascended", he would feel uncomfortable.

If you see something pleasing to the eye, just pull it.

It's not too far from Mount Hua to Zhongnan, but it took Huang Lin ten days to get there.

"Who are you? You are not allowed to trespass in the real place!"

At the Quanzhen Sect's mountain gate, the disciples guarding the mountain saw Huang Lin, half out of the sheath of their long swords in their hands, and stepped forward to ask questions.

Since a few days ago, Zhongnan Mountain has been under martial law. The new head teacher, Danyangzi Ma Yu, strictly ordered no one to go up the mountain.

"Xuan Yuanzi of Huashan, come to worship the mountain!"

The sound went directly to Chongyang Palace, and then came from the upper reaches.

The Quanzhen disciples at the mountain gate were all horrified.

This man, with such profound internal strength, opened his mouth to speak, and his voice came down from the mountain!

But where their duty lies, they dare not let it go.

Huang Lin didn't make things difficult for these ordinary disciples, and just waited there.

After a while, I saw seven Taoists walking.

"Friends of the Daoists, the masters are welcome!"

The speaker stood at the front, looking about forty or so.

"But Daoist Ma in person?"

Huang Lin made a salute.

"Friendly eyesight, please!"

"Please!"

At this time, the Quanzhen Sect was at its peak, and in the Chongyang Palace, there were row upon row of palaces and pavilions, and it was no longer the scene that Huang Lin saw back then.

Its main hall is Chongyang Palace!

Entering inside, Huang Lin saw a group of people standing with their backs to the door, but their aura was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, which was quite strange.

I knew it immediately.

After Ma Yu and the others brought Huang Lin to him, they withdrew and left.

"Wang Chongyang, the poor Taoist, I have met fellow Taoists, and it is inconvenient for the poor Taoist to go down the mountain because of something, so I am sorry!"

After Wang Chongyang turned around and saw Huang Lin, his surprise disappeared for a moment, and then he made a bow.

"It was Huang who took the liberty, I hope Master Chongyang will forgive me!"

"Fellow Daoist's family name is Huang?"

Wang Chongyang's expression became strange again.

Huang Lin thought it was because of his own attire, but now he realized something was wrong, so he couldn't help asking:
"A certain surname is Huang, and the single name is the word Lin. What's wrong with the real person?"

"I don't know what is the relationship between You and Huang Yaoshi?"

"I've been famous for a long time, but I've never met him, so why would a real person ask such a question?"

Huang Yaoshi knows it. How can it matter that he just came here?He even fantasized about being someone's son-in-law when he was running a takeaway, so he probably hasn't gotten married yet, right?
"There are people so similar in the world. Fellow Daoist looks eighty percent similar to Medicine Master. If it wasn't for the difference in age and temperament, the poor Taoist would really have misunderstood it."

!!!

isn't it?
Lao Tzu's flesh came through, wouldn't it be Huang Laoxie's identity?
Huang Lin's face became colorful all of a sudden. If he really wanted to, where would he go to find Peach Blossom Island?Where can I find Feng Heng?

He couldn't help asking nervously:

"May I ask when the real person saw Huang Yaoshi for the last time?"

"In October last year, when Huashan was discussing swords, they went their separate ways. Fellow Daoist, who is this?"

Seeing his nervous expression, Wang Chongyang immediately thought of the scene where the two brothers had been separated for many years.

Huang Lin suddenly became numb!
Wouldn't it really be against Huang Laoxie?Everyone wanted to beat Huang Rong, so he wanted him to beat Huang Rong's mother?

Huang Lin's mind was a little confused for a while, but it was obviously not the time to think about these things, so he waved his hands to deal with it perfunctorily.

"Just thought of something."

Just when Ma Yu came in with tea, Wang Chongyang realized that he hadn't sat down yet, so he couldn't help saying embarrassingly:
"I was shocked by the appearance of the fellow daoist for a while, so I am rude, please come here, fellow daoist!"

Leading Huang Lin to the host and guest seat, he sat down and served tea before changing the subject.

"Fellow daoist is young and has such a high level of cultivation. If there was a fellow daoist in Lunjian last year, I'm afraid there would be nothing wrong with being an old daoist."

"The real person is ridiculous, Huang feels that he has nowhere to go, and he also wants to ask the real person here!"

Put Huang Laoxie's matter out of his mind, calm down and talk about the serious business.

He has been thinking about his future cultivation these days.

The twelve meridians and the eight meridians have been opened, what should I do next?
He has thought about body training, also thought about Kaiqiao point, and even thought about visualization.

I saw too many brains in my previous life, but cultivation can't be all based on brains, if it's even the slightest difference, it will be abolished.

"What is the inheritance of fellow Taoist?"

Wang Chongyang has seen that Huang Lin's eight veins are fully opened, but how can he pass on the matter of cultivation lightly?Seeing that although he was dressed strangely, he was obviously from the Taoist lineage, so he asked.

"Huang lived in Huashan for a long time, read several Taoist scriptures, and majored in the three classics of "Qingjing", "Nanhua" and "Huangting", but Huang was dull, and "Huangting" could not be read."

When Huang Lin talked about "Huang Ting", Wang Chongyang's hand stroking his beard stopped immediately, and his face showed a look of astonishment.

The Quanzhen Sect is so big, and there is no "Huang Ting", if there was him long ago, it would not have fallen to such a point!

This kid heard some rumors and used "Huang Ting" to show off?

He frowned and said:

"Fellow daoists already have Huang Ting, why do you still come to entertain the poor?"

"What does the real person mean by this? When Huang heard that the real person Huashan was discussing swords, he overwhelmed the other four people. Even if they were not innate, they were not far away. That's why he had the audacity to come here."

Huang Lin also frowned and looked at Wang Chongyang.

Do we have to fight?If he was killed, who would he ask?
Wang Chongyang saw that he didn't seem to be lying, he sighed and shook his head sullenly.

"If what Fellow Daoist said is true, then it's really riding a donkey to find a donkey!"

"Thinking about the strength of a fellow Taoist, I can already see that the poor is exhausted. The poor is less than sixty this year. If there is Huang Ting, why is it so?"

Huang Lin understood that the "Huang Ting Jing" should be very rare!
This scripture was sent by the old Taoist before leaving Huashan for the capital.

After taking a picture, he returned the original.

The name of "Huang Ting Jing" is as loud as thunder.

When conferring the gods, Master Tongtian asked his disciples to recite behind closed doors. This is the thing. The two must be different, but it does not prevent him from remembering the name.

So he was reading this stuff when he was free, and copied it several times, but there was no explanation for the scriptures, and he was confused.

After recovering, he opened his mouth and said:
"So the key to innateness lies in Huang Ting?"

Wang Chongyang had a look of embarrassment on his face.

He is near the end of his life, and originally wanted to go to Dali desperately, but now a Jue Ding came to his door, just in time to entrust him with his funeral.

But to say it directly like this is suspected of repaying favors.

"The real person is worried about Ouyang Feng? This person has been handed over to Huang, and he will not be allowed to succeed."

Huang Lin knew his scruples, and he never thought about Bai Piao when he came here. He took Quanzhen's benefits and helped Quanzhen solve Ouyang Feng.
"Oh, I'm a poor Taoist, so thank you fellow Taoist!"

"Not busy, real person and listen to Huang."

Wang Chongyang stood up and was about to salute, but Huang Lin stepped forward to stop him.

"Huang said what's on his mind, let's listen to real people to see if it's feasible."

"Huang Ting Sutra, you can keep a copy in Quanzhen; Ouyang Feng, Huang can also kill him; even the Xuanyuan Sutra that Huang has cultivated, you can also keep a copy, let you pass it on!"

Not only did Wang Chongyang not show joy, but his expression became more and more dignified, and he couldn't help asking in a deep voice:
"What do I really need to pay?"

"Xiantian Gong, Nine Yin Scriptures, and Quanzhen Taoist classics, Huang needs to read them; in addition, if a real person gets Huang Ting, if his health improves, he needs to help Huang practice Taoism!"

This is something Huang Lin has thought about carefully. Although it is a different world, there is still a trace of love.

Knowing the importance of the "Huang Ting Jing", he must study the Taoist classics in depth.

Although I read it from time to time before, it is just like a student doing a question, only using formulas and laws to apply mechanically.

Knowing it but not knowing why, that's what he said.

As far as Taoism is concerned, he is at most at the level of a primary school student, and probably not as good.

Wang Chongyang kept looking at Huang Lin, and Huang Lin looked at each other calmly.

After a long time, he raised his right hand.

"Agreed?"

"A word is settled!"

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(End of this chapter)