Jiangye: I am the immortal of this world

Chapter 1 Taoist temple in the deep mountain, after waking up, the world has changed!

In the land of Zhongnan, Zhong Min is exquisite, and in all dynasties and dynasties, there have been high-ranking people who have lived in seclusion.

At this time, it is late autumn, and the temperature in the mountains also drops accordingly.

But fate is like water, and the land of Zhongnan has become more and more noisy with the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals.

There was constant noise during the day and live broadcasts at night.

It is a great place for meditation and concentration, which has already become like a red dust oven.

In the early morning, the mountains were shrouded in mist, and the sound of insects and birds singing echoed in Chen Xuan's ears.

Chen Xuan, who was dressed in a blue imitation Ming Dynasty Taoist uniform, came to visit the old Taoist priest who cured him of many years of illness on the mountain path.

In the clouds and mist, Chen Xuan walked obliquely along the winding path in the mountains, heading straight for the Taoist temple in the deep mountains.

After walking for about five or six miles, the front suddenly opened up, and the sound of insects and birds singing became more prosperous.

The air is getting fresher and fresher, which is what Chen Xuan is most curious about.

Obviously the mountain and the mountainside are not far away, why is there such a difference.

In the deep mountains, a simple Taoist temple has stood for an unknown number of years.

"It's finally here. Every time I come here, I feel a big difference."

Since he practiced the breathing method and the visualization method taught by the old Taoist priest, his physical condition has been much better than before.

The Taoist temple is not big, but in Chen Xuan's view, it gives people an artistic conception of being away from the dust.

Dao Chong, but use it or not profit.Yuanxi, like the ancestor of all things.Frustrate its sharpness, resolve its confusion, harmonize its light, and its dust.

The main entrance of the Taoist temple was opened, as if it had been expected that there would be a visitor today.

After Chen Xuan adjusted his clothes, he raised his legs and stepped into the Taoist temple. There was a chance that the cooking smoke would curl up, and the fragrance of rice lingered on the tip of his nose.

It was not until noon, but Chen Xuan was cooking, which made it difficult for Chen Xuan to understand. He had never seen which family had such a late breakfast, and which family had such an early dinner.

Looking at the old Taoist who was busy in the kitchen, he walked over and said with a smile: "Old Taoist, it's only eight or nine o'clock in the morning. Your old man's meal is a little early."

The old Taoist, who was adding firewood to the hearth, pointed to the golden crow in the sky, and said, "It's not early, it's not early, the guests are here, and the yellow rice is just right."

The old man lifted the lid of the pot, and the aroma of yellow rice filled the whole kitchen.

The fragrance was wafting, like a dream, as if something sounded in Chen Xuan's ears.

In a daze, the old Taoist had already filled a bowl of yellow rice and handed it to Chen Xuan, "This is the yellow rice from the land of Zhongnan, are you sure you want to try it?"

"That kid would be more respectful than obedient."

Chen Xuan picked up the chopsticks and ate the bowl of freshly cooked yellow rice.

He thought that this bowl of yellow rice should be very hot, but the temperature is just right, which made Chen Xuan a little surprised?
This bowl of yellow rice is the best meal he has eaten in these years.

Although there is no food, but this yellow rice is enough to surpass all kinds of delicacies.

The old Taoist was not idle at this time, but recited Taoism scriptures in the kitchen, first the Qingjing Sutra, and then the Tao Te Ching.

But when he was reciting the Purity Sutra, the old Taoist's face became particularly cheerful.

Then there is the Nanhua Sutra, and finally it ends with Liezi, but the old Taoist then talked about it, Zhuangzi's Sword Sutra!

The sound of the big voice is hesitant, and outside the walls of the Taoist temple, animals are lying quietly on the bluestone slabs under the leadership of the tiger.

At this time, the Golden Crow is returning to the west, and the bright moon hangs high on the branches!
And the yellow rice in Chen Xuan's hand had just finished eating that night, Chen Xuan looked up at the night sky in confusion, and frowned, "Strange, didn't I come here in the morning?"

The old Taoist who was also holding a bowl of yellow rice said with a smile: "It's true that you did come in the morning, but you ate yellow rice and fell silent for most of the day. When you woke up, the moon and stars were thin. "

"Old man, my bowl of yellow rice has been reheated twice."

Chen Xuan said with some embarrassment: "Even so, it's time for the juniors to go back. I'll come back to visit the seniors tomorrow."

The old Taoist priest's Taoist temple is not big, and there is really no room for more than one person.

The old Taoist took out a porcelain pillow from the kitchen, and said, "The sky is covered by night, there are many wild beasts in the mountains, and the mountain road is difficult. You can sleep in this room for one night."

Chen Xuan nodded and said: "Given by the elders, if you dare not resign, then the younger generation will bother you tonight."

The old Taoist waved his hand and said, "Hey, there's nothing to bother you, as long as you don't blame the old Taoist."

In the eyes of the old Taoist, Chen Xuan has a good heart, especially appropriate, especially appropriate.

At this time, the fate has come, and he still remembers Chen Xuan in his heart.

In the kitchen, as soon as Chen Xuan touched the porcelain pillow, he felt an uncontrollable drowsiness.

The next moment, Chen Xuan, who was drowsy, fell asleep, and the old Taoist outside the kitchen stroked his beard and laughed.

He untied the vermilion gourd around his waist and a seal and placed it beside Chen Xuan, saying: "The book says that this gourd is not simple!"

"But to the old Taoist, it's just a gourd containing the medicine for digestion and digestion. I give you the seal of keeping it. I hope we will meet again sometime."

"Go to rest, go to rest!"

"When I first came out of Hanguan and arrived in Kunlun, I unified the Taoist sect of Huayi. My body is the same as that of heaven and earth, but my nature still exists in Mount Xumi."

The old Taoist laughed and left, as if there was a long river coming across the sky.

Above the sky, the brilliance of the bright moon also dimmed instantly.

Outside the gate of the Taoist temple, the couplet also manifested.

First couplet: "Taoist judge Hunyuan once saw that the two forms of Tai Chi gave rise to four phenomena:
Hongmeng preached the Dharma, and sent Hu Ren Xidu out of Hanguan. "

Horizontal comment: "Eight sceneries!"

The old Taoist stood on the long river that looked as if it might exist, waved his sleeves, and the entire land of Zhongnan rose from the ground.

Return to the long river, go upstream, and go to the past.

A dreamlike light and shadow passed by, and an unknown number of years have passed.

The old Taoist looked at Chen Xuan who was sleeping soundly on a piece of Gobi with a smile, and said: "I crossed you yesterday, and you will cross this world in the future."
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The Golden Crow rises in the east, and the heat rises.

Chen Xuan stretched his waist, opened his hazy eyes, and looked at the Gobi desert with a blank face.

He just slept in a Taoist temple in the mountains of Zhongnan, but when he woke up, he was in the Gobi desert.

"What exactly is this place?"

"What about the Land of the End South?"

"How am I going to go back?"

Looking at the desert Gobi in a daze, Chen Xuan asked himself the ultimate philosophical three questions.

In the evening, Chen Xuan felt the crimson gourd hanging around his waist, as well as a seal made of sapphire.

Only then did Chen Xuan realize that the porcelain pillow where he was lying between him had cracked.

A letter appeared between the tiles. Chen Xuan picked up the letter, opened it for a look, and couldn't help but smile wryly: "It's a pillow of yellow beams. It turned out that after waking up, I changed into a better world."

At this moment, Chen Xuan finally came to his senses, he was meeting a real person, such a miraculous means.

From ancient times to the present, how many people can do it?
It's just that Chen Xuan doesn't know where he is at the moment, but he has been alone since he was a child.

My peace of mind is my home, and Chen Xuan seems to feel the vitality flowing between heaven and earth.

You must know that in the 21st century he lives in, the vitality of heaven and earth has long since ceased to exist.

There are only PM2.5 and various exhaust gases, and they are hidden in the world, and they will only die faster.

(End of this chapter)