Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 96 This is the threshold to Bulk Mountain

Your surname is Lu?

The pupils of the three Confucian scholars shrank instantly, and then they stared at Zou Yan with complicated eyes, making Zou Yan feel quite uncomfortable.

Besides Mr. Lu, who else is the person Zou Yan described?

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, "Mr. Lu really lives at the foot of Buxian Mountain."

I happened to meet Zou Yan on the road. When I mentioned it, how could it not be called "blessed fate"?

Zou Yan frowned and stared at the three Confucian scholars. He thought for a moment and felt that something he said might have annoyed his uncle, so he tentatively asked:

"I wonder why the two uncles are looking at my nephew like this?"

"Did my nephew say something wrong?"

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Wang Yun took a deep breath, looked at Zou Yan deeply, and said with a serious face:

"Master Nephew Zou, you must keep what I say next in mind."

Zou Yan was stunned for a moment, then bowed his hands and nodded seriously:

"I would like to listen to my uncle's teachings."

Wang Yun considered his words and said in a deep voice:

"The Mr. Lu whom my nephew met yesterday is the greatest blessing in your life, and may even affect your future path."

"There is absolutely no mistake in the address Mr. Lu mentioned. Since he said he lives behind this tung forest, it must be here. Whether you can see Mr. Lu or not depends entirely on your nephew's fate."

"But for my nephew to be valued by Mr. Lu, I guess he must have made some achievements in his heart. He has been able to ask his own questions. If he can ask and answer his own questions, he can condense the 'Tao Fruit' and have the opportunity to set foot on the vast expanse that only exists in the mist." world."

Zou Yan listened very seriously at first, but as Master Wang Yun spoke more and more, he became confused and did not understand the meaning of his words.

For example, what is asking one's own mind and condensing the "Tao Fruit", and what is the vast world.

But these are not important. He is very good at capturing words from details. Uncle Wang Yun's words are conveying a message to him, that is, the Mr. Lu he met yesterday is an extraordinary person.

"Master nephew, do you remember it?"

"Uncle Master, student, please remember."

Zou Yan nodded subconsciously.

Wang Yun glanced at him without saying anything, and then looked at the ordinary tung forest.

Looking at it from the outside, it's really hard to tell what's so special about it. You must go deep inside to get a glimpse of its secrets.

With this in mind, Wang Yun led Wu Dao and Wang Zian into the Tonglin.

There are many pedestrians at the foot of Jishan Mountain. There are scholars, common people and knights with fluttering crowns and ribbons everywhere, clusters in the east and clusters in the west, whispering and talking.

The scene of the three great scholars entering the tung forest naturally aroused the curiosity of many people. In order to join in the fun, they simply followed them into the tung forest.

Only Zou Yan was still outside Tonglin, still thinking about what Wang Yun said, in a daze:

"Uncle Wang Yun, things seem to be different."

But he couldn't tell what was different.

Speaking of which, whether they are students or teachers, Confucianism is just different in appearance and age. Only the indescribable temperament of scholars is exactly the same. After studying the way of saints, they are all pedantic and shaking their heads and throwing down bookcases. Confucianism is all boring and boring.

However, today's Uncle Wang Yun seems to have changed.

Ask yourself?

What is the heart of oneself?

Zou Yan looked at the tung forest in confusion. He always felt that Uncle Wang Yun's words seemed to contain profound truth, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that there was always a thin layer between them. It was like looking at a mountain in the mist and making it unclear. The way is unknown.

"Self-consciousness? Dao-centric mind?"

".Ask yourself?"

Zou Yan's heart suddenly froze, as if he had caught something somewhere, and he stared blankly at the orange-gold pill in his hand.

"What is the way in my heart?"

In my mind, I seem to be thinking of what Mr. Lu said yesterday in the Emei Sword Sect's hall: 'Looking at the world, there will always be sages who are not afraid of worldly vision and create new paths for the world. The path will be long.'

"I see--"

He suddenly woke up and murmured to himself:

"The yin and yang and the five elements are proposed. The emergence of thoughts in the heart is the Tao mind. This is called 'asking one's own mind'. If one can ask and answer one's own questions and walk on the path in a certain heart, it is the 'Tao fruit' that has been condensed."

Zou Yan took a deep breath, then abandoned the carriage, brushed off the folds of his clothes, and stepped into the tung forest again with a look of respect on his cheeks.

The breeze comes and the surrounding fields are quiet.

Lu Chenran slowly woke up from his trance.

Everything around the thatched cottage is filled with lingering mist.

Lu Chenran didn't feel anything different about the mind-asking technique he had just used, nor did he accidentally know how to use this technique. But at that moment, his thoughts merged into the tung forest in front of him, as if his soul had left his body. Yuanyuan, all the information in this tung forest was transmitted into his mind.

"Does this technique need to be used on living creatures?"

Lu Chenran frowned slightly and said to himself.

He looked up at the sun and estimated that it was almost time to go to the banquet.

"Forget it, I will discover the uses of this technique in the future, no need to force it."

Lu Chenran shook his head casually, and then drove the auspicious clouds under him to fly into the sky, towards the distant Jinling City.

Just less than a stick of incense later, Lawrence Lu's figure disappeared.

There was a sound of flapping wings in the tung forest, and along with a shadow, a huge white crane fell from the sky.

A crane chirped from far away, resounding in people's hearts, washing away all the mundane noise.

The white crane is so big that its spread wings are three feet long.

On the top of the head, there is a bright red crown, shining like a gem.

The cry is as clear as a whistle.

Then, the white crane stopped in front of the thatched cottage, staring deeply at the thatched cottage.

As a line of green smoke spread, Bai He transformed into the appearance of a Taoist priest, like a human being, with a slight beard on his cheeks, a very pale complexion, wearing a scarf and Hu Shang.

The old man looked respectfully in the direction of the thatched cottage.

The red sun reflects on the shoulders, in front of the thatched cottage.

Immortal charm flows continuously from outside the thatched cottage, creating a peaceful fairyland.

'Sure enough! '

The old man murmured to himself.

The old man would pass by this tung forest at the foot of Jishan Mountain every day and take a nap.

However, today, the old man was still as usual, closing his eyes and concentrating in the tung forest. Suddenly, the entire tung forest changed greatly in his eyes, and mist filled the surrounding area.

His pupils condensed for an instant, and countless pictures appeared in his mind like a fleeting glance:

As a crane who has been practicing for thousands of years, he was walking on Poyang Lake one day and accidentally saw a black fish in the lake swallowing a fisherman.

Perhaps because of his natural spiritual species, he felt unbearable in his heart, so he flew down angrily and pecked the century-old black fish to death. The black fish died, but the fisherman did not survive.

But the fisherman's soul was grateful to the crane for lending him his name and the crane's appearance.

From then on, Xianhe changed his name to Chen Zhitian, and Caoyi was his name as Xianhe.

Between heaven and earth, the more born a spirit is, the harder it is to transform.

This encounter of the crane can be said to be an encounter with fate. He did not 'knock on the door of his heart' to break through, but he happened to borrow the body of the fisherman and gained the ability to transform.

However, this creation is ultimately borrowed from external forces, not condensed by oneself.

Later, there was a good fisherman named Chen Zhitian on Poyang Lake.

In countless heavy rains, he saved people from fire and water several times. The people spontaneously built a temple for Chen Zhitian to praise this doer of good deeds in Poyang Lake.

It's just that every time the crane does good deeds to save people, the memory of the fisherman often appears in his mind. As time goes by, this memory becomes more and more profound. Until now, Cao Yiweng often asks himself who he really is. ? Who does good? Is it Cao Yiweng or Chen Zhitian?

Is the man who built the temple and the man who is praised by the people the man in straw clothes or Chen Zhitian?

It was obviously his own good deeds, so why did the people praise the fisherman Chen Zhitian?

This kind of thought has gradually penetrated into his Taoist heart, just like the obsession of the inner demon.

Xianhe knows that if he cannot see through this state of mind, he is afraid that his path will stagnate in this life.

After the memory surged through his Taoist heart like a tide, his heart sank, and his voice seemed to be heard in his ears.

“Who do good deeds?”

"It's Chen Zhitian."

The crane answered the words in his ear.

"No, not Chen Zhitian."

"It's Cao Yiweng."

"No, not the grass-clothed man."

"Who is the one who does good?"

"Yes, who is the good person?"

The voice in Xianhe's ears kept echoing, seeming to be slowly inducing his inner demons.

At the moment when his Taoist heart was about to sink, Xianhe suddenly woke up and looked at everything in front of him with complex eyes. Xianhe once read in an ancient book that there are immortals in the world. If you meet him, you will have the chance to obtain that The legendary immortal guides the way.

Could it be that he just got lucky?

So he calmed down, silently feeling the hazy mist in the forest, and kept asking and answering questions to himself.

who am I?

Who am I?

"It's me, the grass-clothed man."

"Then who is Chen Zhitian?"

"Chen Zhitian is me too."

"What about the grass-clothed old man?"

"I am Chen Zhitian, and I am also a grass-robed man."

"Will Chen Zhitian do good deeds?"

"Will do good."

"Will the grass-clothed man do good deeds?"

"Will do good."

"So, who are you?"

Xianhe suddenly woke up, and the obsession in his heart seemed to be shattered at this moment.

Does it really matter who the doer of good is?

After all, names and appearances are just external things. What matters is the heart of doing good, and what matters is the deeds when doing good. Why bother with who is doing good? Could it be that the good deeds you have done require others to praise you before you can do good deeds?

Could it be that he was forced to do good deeds because the people built temples for him?

Goodness is not a matter of utilitarianism.

At this moment, Cao Yiweng's pupils became clear. All the inner demons and obsessions quickly faded away like the tide, leaving only the heart of doing good.

Ask your own heart and answer your own heart. At this moment, the crane finally broke through and knocked on the door of the heart!

Heaven and earth move smoothly and smoothly.

The previous limit was quietly shattered.

Xianhe knew very well that all these opportunities came from the gifts given by the immortals who lived in this thatched cottage.

But he didn't dare to step forward rashly for fear of disturbing the immortals who lived here. He just bent down and bowed respectfully, then knelt on the ground and said deeply:

"I came here uninvited to see the Immortal Master. I hope the Immortal Master will not be surprised."

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The voice echoed in the mountains, but there was no response for a long time.

The old man murmured to himself:

"Isn't it possible that the Immortal is not here?"

Presumably, the Immortal Chief must be gone. If not, why wouldn't he want to see him?

Thinking of this, Cao Yiweng took a deep breath, and a stream of light flickered from his fingertips, turning into a futon.

Then, the man in grass clothes sat on the futon, closed his eyes and rested his mind, waiting for the immortal.

"call--"

The sound of wind floats leisurely.

About half an hour later, another figure slowly walked out of the tung forest.

A scholar with fluttering snow-white clothes instantly broke free from the prison of the tung forest and walked out.

This person is Wang Yun.

Just now he entered the tung forest, and he felt the endless Taoist rhyme contained in it. As the mist became thicker, words continued to come from Wang Yun's ears.

However, the path in his heart was already calm.

In the eyes of others, this tung forest was like a maze and cage, but in his eyes, it was like a deserted land, moving forward all the way.

Then, Wang Yun took a deep look at the tung forest behind him and sighed in his heart:

"This is Wen Xinlin."

Come to think of it, all those who can pass through this tung forest are those who have achieved Taoism in their hearts.

Or to be more specific, it broke into the realm that Mr. Lu mentioned.

Wang Yun raised his head, looked at Bu Xian Mountain not far away, and murmured to himself:

"Is this the threshold set by Master Lu?"

"If you want to hear the sermons of immortals, you must ask your own heart and answer your own questions. Only then can you be qualified."

Yes, that must be the case.

All the mysteries are finally solved.

Before that, Wang Yun still had doubts in his mind. If on the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, all living beings in the world, regardless of religion, would climb Mount Buxian to listen to the sermons of the immortals. The Zhou Dynasty had a vast territory and countless capable people, so what if there was only Mount Buxian? Is it possible to accommodate that many people?

It seems that Master Lu has already thought about this issue.

Passing Wen Xinlin is the first threshold!

For those who achieve enlightenment in this world, their transcendent talents are only the second most important thing. Not fearing the eyes of the world and being single-mindedly devoted to the Tao are the most important thing.

He continued to take two steps forward and soon saw the thatched cottage that Zou Yan had mentioned.

"At the foot of Jishan Mountain, Master Lu really lives here."

"I don't know if Junior Brother Wu Dao and Junior Brother Zian can pass this Questioning Heart Forest."

Wang Yun shook his head, and then, the figure of an old man came into Wang Yun's eyes.

He was slightly startled, still a little surprised, and murmured:

"Besides me, there is someone who has already passed this Questioning Forest? Who is this person?"

Obviously, Cao Yiweng also noticed the man who walked out of the 'Questioning Heart Forest'.

In the eyes of the grass-clothed man, this Confucian scholar's whole body is condensed with a strong layer of immortal charm. At first glance, if he starts to use his hands, even if he has thousands of years of Taoism, he may not be able to perform ten moves in his hands. .

The grass-clothed man's pupils shrank slightly and he said to himself:

'Who is this person? '

'What kind of terrifying Dao fruit has been condensed? '

This is a very simple reason.

Ask your own heart. The more complex and vast the Tao you ask, the stronger your own strength will be after you answer it, and the condensed Tao fruit will be profound.

The door of the heart that the man in grass clothes knocks on is just "not asking about one's own good", and the condensed Tao and fruit are natural.

The two of them looked at each other tacitly, and then Wang Yun slowly walked forward, a stream of magic light flickering, condensing into a futon under his body.

Although I don’t know what Master Lu meant, since the old man who was the first to walk out of Wenxinlin did this, there must be an explanation.

Wang Yun slowly sat next to the grass-clothed man and bowed his hands:

"Wang Yun from Confucianism, I have met my Taoist friend."

The old man in grass clothes didn't dare to ask for help, so he quickly returned the gift:

"My Excellency, Chen Zhitian, has met fellow Taoist Wang Yun."

The two nodded to each other and said no more words.

He sat cross-legged on the futon minding his own business and closed his eyes to rest.

The wind was blowing, and the sun was shining through the place, slanting on this mist-filled place, casting shadows like rainbows.

About an hour passed.

An old woman slowly walked out of the tung forest. After looking around for a while, she discovered the two figures sitting cross-legged in front of the thatched cottage.

After thinking about it, he transformed into a futon and sat silently next to the two of them, closing his eyes and relaxing.

Another time for a stick of incense passed.

Wu Dao walked out of the Forest of Questions with a look of surprise on his face. Just as he was about to say something, he saw three figures sitting cross-legged in front of the thatched cottage.

He just wanted to say hello to Senior Brother Wang Yun, but he saw that the place was completely silent, and no one spoke. He swallowed, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and cautiously moved closer, and drew a futon. Sitting cross-legged next to the three of them.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker.

In front of Jixia Thatched Cottage.

On four futons, four first-level practitioners meditated silently.

Slowly, in the nine heavens and the universe, a leaf falls.

Swaying with the wind, fluttering, not knowing where it will go.

In the thatched cottage, Yi Su and Yue Fu stared blankly at the scene in front of them and looked at each other:

"How is this going?"

"I don't know."

"Didn't Ran'er go to the banquet?"

Yue Fu smiled bitterly, then looked at Yi Su with a complicated expression:

"Probably, these are the listeners."

Yisu remained silent.

The Emei Sword Sect members responsible for welcoming Lu Chenran have been waiting at the dock of Jinling City for a long time.

When the sun had just risen, Hall Master Li of the Emei Sword Sect and all the deacons stood at the front of the welcoming crowd.

When Lu Chenran drove Xiangyun to Jinling City, he stepped down from the clouds and walked there.

Not long after, he met Hall Master Li.

So he stepped forward, cupped his fists, and said hello:

"Hall Master Li, I've been waiting for a long time."

Huadianluo blinked at Lu Chenran.

Seeing Lu Chenran looking at him, Hall Master Li smiled. Then he motioned to the deacons behind him and smiled at Lu Chenran:

"Thank you for your hard work, sir."

"The Emei Sword Sect has already hosted a banquet at the best restaurant in Jinling, Qiu Feng Zui, so Quan should be here to support Mr."

"Sir, please wait until we get to the place. Let's talk and drink happily."

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Lu Chenran was a little frightened by such a big posture, but he didn't want to refute his kindness, so he smiled slightly:

"It doesn't have to be so grand."

"It's really flattering to Mr. Lu that you came to greet you despite your busy schedule."

A deacon from the Emei Sword Sect hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile on his face:

"Sir, this autumn breeze is not far from here. Please don't refuse, sir."

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Last time, the whole journey was by carriage and boat, and Lu Chenran couldn't appreciate the scenery of Jiangnan.

Now, following the Emei Sword Sect, they were walking on the Jiangnan trail. Just like that, they passed through the bluestone street and entered the main building called "Autumn Wind Druid". Before they could say a few words, the group was wearing light purple skirts. , the woman with fluttering clothes floated over carrying melon and fruit tea.

The clothes are also flowing, the people are also dancing, the eyes are across the autumn water, and the Dai is like the distant mountains.

Although the looks of these Jiangnan women are not of the highest quality, what is rare is that their facial features are all so delicate, and every frown and smile carries the lightness and gentleness unique to women from the waterside.

If the gardens in the south of the Yangtze River are an elegant scenery, then the rows of women walking through the restaurants like the wind blowing in the willows are another elegant scenery, right?

At this moment, Hua Dianluo quietly walked to Lu Chenran's side and whispered:

"Brother Lu, today our Emei Sword Sect not only entertained Brother Lu, but also entertained the Imperial Master of Great Zhou."

"I've always felt that the Imperial Master was a faker."

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Lu Chenran was a little surprised.

He had heard about the Imperial Preceptor of the Great Zhou Dynasty before.

It is said that that person was a man of moral integrity and highly respected by the emperor.

I couldn't help but secretly guess that this national master was a cultivator here.

Sitting on the table silently.

After a while, a voice came from outside the house:

"Master Imperial Master has arrived——"

The people at the table were instantly in an uproar.

(End of this chapter)