Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

"Does this master really want to travel to the ten lands of Panfeng this time?"

"Observe the various forms of life, understand the way of nature. Travel the world, and you will see your true self."

In Yanzhou, among the nameless mountains and plains, Jiang Sheng and his clone, Taoist Yuchen, sat on the ground, laughing and talking about the world.

Taoist Yuchen looked at the little girl Mingyue who was sleeping beside him, and then smiled and said, "These days, I have been traveling with this girl in Yanzhou, helping the people, and I have seen and heard a lot."

"I have also put into practice the Buddhist scriptures, Taoist methods, and Shinto techniques that I have learned during this journey."

"The master asked me to compile a sutra before, and now I have some idea of ​​what to do."

After saying that, Taoist Yuchen handed a scripture to Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng took it and saw the words "The Wonderful Sutra of Yuanchen Zhenren for Relieving Suffering, Resolving Difficulties and Eliminating Sins" written on it.

The meaning of the sutra is based on Taoist principles, and is combined with the Buddhist doctrine of universal salvation and the Shinto doctrine of punishing evil and promoting good, to form this wonderful sutra of the three paths of immortals, gods and Buddhas.

Although Taoist Yuanchen is only a clone, the scriptures he masters are all profound skills learned from Jiang Sheng. In addition, he has traveled around the world, saving people from suffering. Although the scriptures he compiled still have many flaws, the method of seeking out the suffering and saving people, solving problems and saving people still makes Jiang Sheng nod his head frequently.

Jiang Sheng nodded and said, "I will make a copy of this sutra, and I will slowly repair it when I travel to various places in Panfeng this time."

"Next, are you going to continue traveling and saving people with the little girl?"

Taoist Yuchen smiled and said, "She is loyal to the trust of others. This girl has a kind heart, wisdom and good mind. She has seen all kinds of sentient beings but still does not change her original intention and persists in saving people."

“Isn’t this fearlessness and compassion?”

"Since she has a kind heart, what's wrong with me protecting her for a hundred years?"

Jiang Sheng looked at Mingyue beside him and said in a deep voice: "She is indeed smart, but her roots..."

Jiang Sheng didn't say much. Taoist Yuchen naturally knew that Mingyue's physique made it very difficult to cultivate to the Tao, and it was even difficult to lay the foundation.

Given Mingyue's background and experience, it's a blessing for her to be alive, and it's natural that she has a weak foundation.

Taoist Yuchen didn't care: "We'll talk about other things a hundred years later."

Jiang Sheng did not place too many restrictions on his clone. He let the clone do whatever he wanted. Originally, he was the one who assigned this task to the clone.

After separating from Taoist Yuchen, Jiang Sheng looked at the devastated land of Yanzhou, pondered for a moment, and randomly chose a direction to walk in.

Above the desolate wilderness, Jiang Sheng took a step forward, and the jade star-picking crown on his head turned into a wooden hairpin. He took another step forward, and the intricate black robe with lotus patterns on it turned into an ordinary cloth robe.

Even the bright jade dragon belt around his waist turned into a coarse cloth belt. In the blink of an eye, Jiang Sheng had turned into an ordinary Taoist priest and walked away.

Yanzhou is located in Luohuadi and Huayu Mountain.

This mountain is not considered a high mountain in Yanzhou. Looking at the area within a radius of more than ten thousand miles, it is just a small hill of several hundred feet.

But this Huayu Mountain is quite famous. According to legend, a god came here to teach the people and then ascended back to heaven.

When Jiang Sheng arrived here, he happened to see an old man chopping wood on the mountain.

The old man was about seventy years old. He was wearing a coarse cloth shirt full of patches. He was hunched over and carrying firewood as he went down the mountain.

Perhaps it was because of his old age, or because the fog in the mountains was too heavy and the mountain roads were slippery, the old man almost fell and rolled down the mountain.

Jiang Sheng stepped forward to help: "Father, be careful."

The old man was shocked and thanked him repeatedly: "Ah, thank you very much, Taoist priest. I am old and a little useless."

Jiang Sheng asked, "The mountain road is slippery and the fog is heavy. Why is it that the father-in-law is the one doing the wood-cutting? Is there no young and strong person in the family?"

The old man shook his head, sighed, and told Jiang Sheng about his experience.

The old man's name is Huang Jian. Although his family is not very wealthy, it is a happy family. His son is married and has children, and the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren live happily together.

But they never expected that due to the harassment of evil spirits and corruption by the government, this happy family would be torn apart.

His son was sent by the government to be killed without a complete body, his daughter-in-law cried all day and finally committed suicide, leaving only him, an old man, who was still barely holding on for the sake of his grandson.

Listening to Huang Jian's story, Jiang Sheng nodded silently.

It would be a lie to say that I wasn't touched, but this kind of thing was happening not only in Yanzhou.

The entire Panfeng Realm was affected by the three-way gambling battle, especially Yanzhou, Xuanzhou, and Jukuzhou.

The vast desolation and starving people everywhere are not just on paper, but are actually happening before our eyes.

Jiang Sheng walked Huang Jian all the way back to the wooden house at the foot of the mountain, and saw Huang Jian's little grandson. He was a thin and small person, but his eyes made Jiang Sheng look at him twice.

"Father, please be more careful in the future."

After putting the firewood down for Huang Jian, Jiang Sheng turned around to leave but was stopped by Huang Jian.

"Master, you have worked hard on this journey, and I should thank you for it. However, I have nothing. If you don't mind, you can have a simple meal before leaving. Although Huayu Mountain is not a high mountain, it is still hundreds of feet high, and there are many rugged paths, which are not easy to pass."

Jiang Sheng thought for a moment and nodded.

Huang Jian soon went to light a fire and cook, while Jiang Sheng sat in the yard watching Huang Jian's little grandson squatting on the ground writing and drawing.

"Can you read?"

"I learned from my father and mother, but I don't know much."

The little grandson's timid answer aroused Jiang Sheng's interest.

Li Fan traveled the world to see all kinds of life. Seeing that his grandson was quite clever, Jiang Sheng smiled and called him forward: "What do you know? Why don't you write it down for me to see."

The little grandson wrote a few crooked words stroke by stroke. Jiang Sheng naturally recognized the words from Panfengjie.

Although each world has its own writing, such as the Mountain and River World, the writing of each country may be different, but the Panfeng World is, after all, a unified world of Shintoism, and the writing has been passed down for more than ten thousand years.

When the decision was made to declare war on Panfengjie, all forces in Shanhejie learned the writing of Panfengjie.

This is difficult for ordinary people, but for those in the Taiyi Yuanshen realm, it is just a matter of a glance.

"Huang Xiangwen." "This is my father's name."

"Lu Yanning."

"This is my mother's name."

"Oh, so Huang Ping'an is your name?"

"Yes, mother said that she doesn't expect me to achieve anything great, and just wants me to live a peaceful life."

Jiang Sheng nodded, then touched Huang Ping'an's head and said with a smile: "Yes, it would be nice to live a peaceful life. This is what all living beings hope for."

"Come on, your grandfather invited me to dinner. How about I teach you how to read?"

Huang Pingan was a little surprised: "Really?"

Jiang Sheng smiled and said, "What's so fake about this? I'll write it and you learn it."

After that, Jiang Sheng also picked up a branch from the side and wrote on the ground: "Heaven, Earth, Black, Yellow, Water, Fire, Yin, Yang"

Jiang Sheng wrote, Huang Pingan learned, and Huang Jian, who was cooking, couldn't help but sigh and secretly wiped away tears after listening.

By the evening, the meal was ready.

On the shabby wooden table, there was a pot of cooked wild vegetables and a few dumplings made of mixed noodles and wild vegetables.

"It's just a simple meal, I hope you won't mind it."

Huang Jian felt a little ashamed. Jiang Sheng saved him and taught his grandson to read. Each of these things was worthy of respect, but this was all he could offer now.

Jiang Sheng didn't mind. He took a wild vegetable dumpling and handed it to Huang Ping'an, then served a bowl of wild vegetable soup to taste.

The wild vegetable soup without any oil was very bland and even bitter, but Jiang Sheng tasted it with great interest.

"Master, can you still enter?"

"This soup is very good, with a special flavor."

In the following days, Jiang Sheng stayed with Huang Jian.

As Huang Jian climbed the mountain and chopped firewood, he taught Huang Ping'an how to read.

From common literacy to punctuation, and then to some poetry and philosophy, Jiang Sheng taught Huang Pingan whatever he could think of.

Huang Ping'an was a quick learner, eagerly learning from Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng originally planned to stay for seven days and then leave, then ten days, twenty days, and finally he stayed at the foot of Huayu Mountain for more than a month.

It was another evening, and Huang Pingan was sitting on the ground, shaking his head and reciting what Jiang Sheng had taught him.

"The creation of heaven and earth is the change of yin and yang. The five elements originate from fire, extend to metal, flourish in wood and end in water. The earth never changes, and always carries all things."

Jiang Sheng nodded silently, and waited for Huang Ping'an to finish reciting before saying, "You have learned almost everything I taught you."

"If you learn these things, not to mention peace, a lifetime of wealth and honor won't be a problem."

"Huang Pingan!"

As Jiang Sheng's voice became heavier, Huang Pingan immediately stood up: "The boy is here."

Jiang Sheng said seriously, "We are destined to be together. I teach you to read and write, but I don't expect you to repay me."

"I only hope that if you become rich and powerful in the future, you will never forget your duty."

"In the future, wherever you can, you should remember the kindness of people."

Huang Ping'an's heart trembled: "Sir, are you leaving?"

Jiang Sheng touched Huang Ping'an's head again: "I intend to travel the world, so of course I have to go. I may come back in the future. I hope that by then, you will still have the same innocent heart as you do now."

After bidding farewell to Huang Jian and Huang Ping'an, grandfather and grandson, Jiang Sheng entered Huayu Mountain.

The mountains are quiet and although there are birds singing, it does not seem noisy. Instead, there is a sense of seclusion.

Jiang Sheng was walking on the rugged and slippery path in the mountains when suddenly a clear voice rang out from the top of the mountain: "The mountain is quiet with birds singing, deer tracks can be seen in the deep forest, where the water and clouds connect to the sky, Huayu hides his immortal power."

Jiang Sheng frowned, then relaxed his brows and walked leisurely up the mountain, moving forward steadily on the foggy, slippery and rugged mountain path, until the fog finally dissipated and the clouds cleared, allowing him to see the fairyland on the top of the mountain.

He was a simple-looking farm man, wearing a coarse cloth shorts, sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, holding a wine gourd in his hand, taking a sip from time to time, looking quite cool.

"That kid, you are teaching that kid, but do you feel guilty about the chaos in Yanzhou in the past?"

"I have no guilt. The battle between the three realms in the past was God's will. I fought in accordance with God's will and ended the fight in accordance with people's wishes. It can be called a good deed both emotionally and rationally."

"The Mountain and River Realm and the Hengsha Realm were fighting in Panfeng, causing unrest in the ten lands and the suffering of people in several states. Didn't you get involved in this and cause innocent lives?"

"When I examine my conscience, I realize that I have never been involved in an innocent death."

"So when you teach that kid, do you really just follow your own whim?"

"Yes and no. To be honest, I just can't bear to see Yanzhou suffering."

The man in rough cloth was sitting up at this time and looking at Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng also sat down casually: "I have seen a lot of suffering in the world along the way. With my ability, I can save people temporarily, but it is difficult to save them forever."

"This time I teach Huang Ping'an, I also want to plant a seed, teach by words and deeds, and bring a hundred years of peace to the land."

The man in rough cloth asked, "What if we fail this time?"

Jiang Sheng didn't care: "You also said that I just acted on impulse. If I fail in one place, I will just change to another place."

"Whether he succeeds or fails, we will see in a few decades." (End of this chapter)