One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 309 Dragon Tiger Mountain

The blue bricks reflect the bright moon in the sky, and the Shengbiao platform in the middle of the night is like a shining round mirror inlaid on the top of Maoshan Mountain.

On the mirror like a quiet pond, there is a heroic and extraordinary young man, casually wearing Taoist robes, stepping on cloth shoes, bowing his head and hands behind his back, strolling on the mirror, like walking on a moon palace.

He looks like a romantic Taoist wandering in the dark of night, or a poet pondering a clever sentence under the moonlight, but no matter how relaxed his posture is, there is always an awe-inspiring aura on him, making him like a white dragon The emperor in fish suits.

But he is not wandering, nor is he thinking about poetry, but ordering mountains and rivers and transforming terrain.

Hu Xiuwu stood in the center of the watch-raising platform, staring blankly at the smooth brick surface, the qi in his body gushed out around him, turning into a viscous river of golden light, flowing on the watch-raising platform.

Following his thoughts, the golden light kept floating on the smooth surface, and the light dimmed, but became more solid, like flowing amber, or like plasticine being squeezed out of a child's hands, and finally formed a situation that swept Maoshan sand table.

Using the golden light as the carrier, Hu Xiuwu projected the distribution of the Maoshan Mountains' earth energy explored by the Earth Shaling on the surface of the table, just like a three-dimensional display for viewing.

During Hu Xiuwu's walk, the golden light was rippling, just like a god patrolling the mortal world.

He is trying to figure out the Fengshui design of his predecessors. During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, when Tao Hongjing set the residence of Shangqing in Maoshan, Maoshan was just a beautiful place.

But after the Tang Dynasty, through the transformation of the ancestors of the past generations, the Fengshui situation of Maoshan continued to improve, and finally surpassed all schools in the Central Plains, and was honored as the first blessed place.

The process of repairing the broken ground veins with the Earth Shaling is also a learning process for Hu Xiuwu.

Just like a person who learns calligraphy, he must first copy the copybooks of Yan Zhenqing, Wang Xizhi and other calligraphers, and only after he is proficient in the technique can he be qualified to incorporate his own style when writing.

"Strange is indeed strange, and miraculous is miraculous. Every small feng shui point in Maoshan is considered the top choice of feng shui for a mansion in the records of "Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Art", but it is obviously impossible in reality. All in one place at the same time."

Hu Xiuwu looked down at the golden sand table under his feet, and was amazed at the dragon veins that were secretly connected in the mountains.

"However, these unique feng shui situations are not only gathered in the nine peaks, but also in the form of nine stars. The seven appear and the two hide, interlinking with each other, echoing in secret, covering all directions, showing the stars, and gathering the earth's energy below."

"It's no wonder that you can raise more than a dozen big-bellied men who practice the "Huang Ting Jing" at the same time, but..."

Hu Xiuwu figured out the feng shui situation,

Even he could see that although the feng shui situation had surpassed Nei Zang by several times, it was far from reaching its peak.

It's not like the nine-curved winding pattern that Wang Xian made for himself, but it can raise a dragon, and it's not as mysterious as the Jingjue Ghost Cave, it can make people reborn and embark on the road of practice.

Maoshan could have been in a radius of hundreds of miles, a unique plant, monopolizing the aura, but the ancestors did not do this, but restrained, and the aura gathered can satisfy the people on the mountain to practice and make people clear. That's good.

Hu Xiuwu was puzzled at first, but after pondering all night, he found out the way and understood the thoughts of the patriarchs.

There is no crime greater than desire, no disaster greater than dissatisfaction, and no fault greater than wanting to gain, so contentment is always enough.

Maoshan Fengshui has some mysteries, but not many, and it is not beyond the imagination of the world.

It is beneficial, but not too conspicuous, and will not arouse the fear of the emperor and colleagues, implying that Lao Tzu is content and happy, and lives in harmony with the light.

It is like a spring on a mountain, gurgling and flowing, inconspicuous at the end, but endless all year round, just like the inheritance of Maoshan, which continues to this day.

"The wisdom of the ancestors is worth learning."

Understanding the mind of the patriarch, Hu Xiuwu only reconnected the ground veins that were blown apart by the artillery fire, and did not add to the liking.

Now is not the time, although the spiritual energy has recovered, and the number of newborn aliens has increased in the past 12 years, but it has not reached the point of qualitative change after all. He has elevated Maoshan's geomantic omen to an unbelievable level, but it will make Maoshan a target of public criticism.

"The patriarch naturally thinks thoroughly. If he can comprehend a thing or two, it will benefit us younger generations a lot."

Yang Ming took advantage of the night to see Hu Xiuwu. He stood aside and looked at the thumbnail of Maoshan on the ground with great interest, feeling the aura of the Seven Killing Orders of the Gods and Ghosts and the Earth Shaling Order.

Seeing that Hu Xiuwu stopped his hand, he felt emotion everywhere, but agreed with him.

Taoist Yulin stood quietly behind Yang Ming without speaking.

"Uncle Master,"

Hu Xiuwu said hello to Yang Ming, and then said: "I have made up for the big broken points on Maoshan, and there are only some small holes left, which can be repaired slowly by myself."

Yang Ming nodded, looked down from the rising table, looked at the lush, luxuriant, and vigorous forest, and said with nostalgia and emotion:

"Xiuwu, don't worry about it. This is fine. Yulin has already told me that there have been several riots on the mountain during this period. Due to the enrichment of spiritual energy, spirit beasts ran wild, which has scared tourists several times. "

Yulin also sighed: "Dou Le, the person in charge of the East China Region, has already approached me once, and reminded me vaguely that the recent movements of Shangqing are too noisy, let us restrain ourselves."

"Fortunately, Longhushan is preparing for the Luotian Dajiao recently, which has attracted the attention of the secular world and the alien world, and the matter of the supernatural has been suppressed."

Speaking of the Luotian Dajiao held in Longhu Mountain, Yang Ming suddenly spoke, and said meaningfully: "Speaking of which, the Luotian Dajiao held in Longhu Mountain in Qianshan, because the surname of the Great Emperor of Fengdu in Beiyin was engraved as the Hu surname. , It also aroused the discussion of many people in the Daoist Association."

Yulin has been guarding Hu Xiuwu near the platform for a while, and really didn't notice this news, and said in surprise: "Emperor Fengdu, not Yandi Dating, taboo Qingjia, why did the angel change it to Hu's surname?" .”

Yang Ming said: "Who knows, maybe it's something recorded in the Heavenly Master's degree, a secret that our Shangqing lost."

Yulin: "???"

The golden mountains, rivers and rivers all over the ground scattered into golden light again, and Hu Xiuwu took it back into his body like a thick fog in the pond: "The Fengshui of Maoshan has been repaired, I'm afraid I have to leave for a while, uncle."

Yang Ming seemed to have expected it long ago, and was not surprised: "You are going to participate in the Luo Tian Dajiao."

Hu Xiuwu: "The disciple is going to pay back a favor."

"This Longhu Mountain has to go up."

Yang Ming said, "Then you have to do one thing first."

"what."

"Book tickets."

"Book tickets!!"

"Do you know who I am! I still need to buy tickets!"

Zhang Chulan pointed to her face, and shouted at the busty conductor with disbelief.

(End of this chapter)