National Art: Opening Golden Bell Jar

Then Zhang Caixin was woken up, she was very courageous, jumped up from the bed, wearing only tight underwear, brushed the floor and opened the curtains.

Her movements were still a little slow, and a black shadow flashed past the window and disappeared instantly.

Shifangtang has Taoist priests who watch the night. Hearing the sound, he rushed over, a little puzzled, "It's raining, it's almost midnight, who would be active outside...Isn't it wrong?"

It was really a rainy day. Not long after Chen Yang and the others finished the barbecue, it started to rain. The rain was not light, and the vegetation in Maoshan was quite dense, and the rustling sound was very loud, so the Taoist felt that it might be a misunderstanding.

However, Chen Yang has already rushed over. He stood at the window, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, then retracted his hand, sniffed it on the tip of his nose, and frowned slightly, "Someone really came here... He's an old man, an ordinary man."

After he cultivated to the middle level of Qi refining, his perception ability has been greatly improved. Saying that there is a trace left is enough.

"Isn't it?" The Taoist priest who watched the night in Maoshan had a look of disbelief.

He received a private explanation from the above-mentioned uncle, and knew that this group of people was not a distinguished guest in the ordinary sense, but that it was really expensive and should not be regarded by ordinary people, and he must not lose respect.

In fact, he was a little suspicious that these people came from some mysterious place in Zheng Yang.

But he still can't believe that you can smell the other person's age and identity by just grabbing it in the rain?Second.

Chapter 695

Chen Yang was too lazy to explain to the Taoist priest on duty, as soon as he pressed his hand on the window sill, he jumped out and disappeared in the rainy night without a sound.

But 1 minutes later, he came back, and said in a deep voice, "The man's smell is gone... Tsk, the rain is still a bit heavier."

At the window, although there are only ten centimeters of eaves, it is enough to ensure that some breaths can remain briefly.

But in the rain, all the smells will be washed away quickly by the rain.

The Taoist priest on duty didn't want to believe what he said, but when he saw this person went out, he moved quickly, and when he came back, he was light and silent. The most important thing was that there was not a single drop of water on the person's body.

Therefore, he couldn't help but not believe it. He asked softly, "Can you describe this person's breath?"

"This is indescribable," Chen Yang shook his head, breath is different for everyone, and the similarities and differences in the subtleties really cannot be described in words.

He could only try his best to explain, "This person's breath is heavy, and has the kind of rotten breath that is unique to the elderly... For example, if a young man doesn't brush his teeth after getting up, he may not have a breath, but for an old man, he will definitely Yes, and especially rushed."

The breath of the elderly is really different from the breath of the young. Everyone says that the best Cuban cigars are rubbed out of the legs of young girls. No one says that the cigars rubbed out of the legs of old men are good to smoke.

Psychological factors aside, young people and old people have different body odors.

As for him being able to judge that the other party is a secular person, it is also very simple, "Where he has passed, there is no scent of incense... If it is a Buddhist or Taoist cultivator, this scent is not much, but there must be a little."

Monks and Taoists burn incense every day. Even if they take a bath and change their clothes, the smell of incense on their body can’t be covered. Of course, this smell will be very subtle, and it may also be covered by the aroma of shampoo or shower gel, which is generally fresh. Someone can feel it.

But this smell couldn't be hidden from Chen Yang.

The Taoist priest on the night watch was stunned, but that didn't stop him from looking at each other with admiration--Brother, what you said makes sense, I was speechless.

Chen Yang frowned and thought about it, then raised his hand and pointed at Gazi, Gao Qiang and Di Xinxin, "In the second half of the night, the three of you share a room... Gazi don't want to sleep alone in the standard room."

This arrangement is a bit strange, but it doesn't matter to the three men, it's nothing more than just living together for one night, where can't you sleep?

The rain stopped at dawn, Chen Yang and the others woke up and went to the cafeteria to have breakfast.

The breakfast in Maoshan is still very rich. Although it is vegetarian, there are fried dumplings, boiled eggs, white rice porridge, potato shreds, pickles, hair cakes and deep-fried dough sticks, and even old tofu—sweet and salty as you like.

After breakfast, it was only half past seven, and everyone started to walk up the mountain one after another.

As the eighth cave of Taoism, Maoshan is not high, only more than [-] meters, but... the mountain is not high, there are immortals and spirits.

It took less than an hour for Chen Yang and his party to arrive at the scene of the ceremony.

Shifang Hall is really close to Maoshan Taoist Temple. People who enter Maoshan from other directions travel at least twice as long as them, and there are many battery cars coming and going to pick up people.

It started to rain again, for a while.

At [-]:[-], the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens in Maoshan officially began. The crowd on the scene exceeded [-] people, and the distance was [-]... probably almost.

But this is already very good. It is raining again in winter, and the preparation time for this event is also very short, even less than a month. With so many people coming, it is time to be content.

However, among them, there are at least a thousand people wearing Taoist robes.

The grand ceremony officially began. Tang Wangsun stepped onto the stage and first invited the leaders of the Civil Affairs Commission to speak.

The big leader Barabara spoke for a long time, then the middle leaders came to the stage and spoke for a while, and finally several small and medium leaders came to the stage to speak.

Seeing that the rain was on the rise again, the leader finally began to urge Tang Tianshi to hold the ceremony.

In fact, it's still the same set of legal affairs.

However, Tang Wangsun has done a good job. First, I will briefly introduce the Daomen who have been invited with great merit and virtue.

Some of these high-level talents are superb, and some are superficial. Chen Yang even saw the dark middle-aged man who approached him yesterday, the one who was in the early stage of transformation. This person came from Wangwu Mountain. Surnamed Zheng.

The lineage of Wangwu was originally a temple for descendants, and the dojo was also stingy, but this Daoist Zheng turned out to be the sutra master, which made Chen Yang quite surprised-the sutra master is one of the five masters in the eighteen heads of the five masters in the three capitals, but this The system is the system of the Ten Directions Forest, not the Temple of Children and Sun.

Chen Yang's strangeness is here. You are the descendant temple, and it is already very strange to use the system of the ten-square jungle. How could this person still walk around under the banner of the sutra master?

In the Ten Directions Jungle, although the sutra master is only one of the five masters, which is a little worse than the third, his status is quite lofty. In terms of identity, he is even more respected than the old hall master of the five masters.

The hall master leads the Shifang Hall and makes friends with fellow Daoists from all over the world.

That's interpreting the scriptures. Those who have the right to speak, preaching, karma, and dispelling doubts, are all under his control.

In layman's terms, it is: in international relations, it is up to him to define universal values.

He has the final say on who is sovereign, who is monopolistic, who is civilized and who is barbaric.

But this is where Chen Yang finds it ridiculous.

The Descendants Temple is passed down from master to apprentice. The most important thing is the continuation of the Taoist tradition. Some good things are hidden and tucked away. It is not like a jungle in the ten directions.

Xiaoyou Qingxuzhitian just applied the ten-square jungle system, and also came up with a scripture master, what the hell is this?

Because of doubts in his heart, Chen Yang took a few more glances when he was sizing up Zheng Jingzhu. As a result, that person seemed to have sensed something, turned his head to look in Chen Yang's direction, and smiled slightly, showing his big yellow teeth. .

This person...is interesting, Chen Yang's heart moved slightly, and he whispered to Zhang Caixin and Gazi, "I'll leave for a while, you two stay here, don't worry about me."

Not long after, a young Taoist priest with a sallow complexion came over and stood beside them.

Gazi and Gao Qiang glanced at him vigilantly, but heard the Taoist say in a low voice, "What to watch, concentrate on watching the ceremony."

It's not really worth it to do things. Gazi and Gao Qiang were bored, and their eyes lit up when they heard him speak.

Gazi looked left and right, leaned over as if nothing had happened, and said in a low voice, "Brother Jun, your skills are very powerful, can you teach me?"

The young Taoist folded his hands to his chest and looked at the front intently, but he said, "Can you learn it? First practice kung fu well, and let's talk about the rest."

Gao Qiang glanced at him with the corner of his eye, and was a little suspicious, "Master, isn't this a simple makeup technique?"

How can a simple makeup technique make the body thinner?

Chen Yang didn't answer either. Anyway, it's enough for everyone to know who he is. As for the other professors' studies, that's all later.

The ritual was done for about an hour and a half, and then everyone came to a pavilion.

The pavilion is built on the mountain, but it is actually semi-open. Except for one side against the mountain wall, the other three sides are column structures. The area of ​​the pavilion covers more than [-] square meters.

In the middle of one side of the mountain bi, there is a small, shallow cave, more than two meters high, more than one meter wide, and less than three meters deep.

However, it is such a small cave, but there is a stone gate outside, and now the stone gate is pushed open, revealing a stone gui head, the gui head is about the size of a basketball, with its mouth open, a stream of water the thickness of a mung bean , flowing from the beak of the gui-head.

That's right, this cave is the "Golden Temple and the Heaven of Huayang" - of course, it is only a part of it, not all of it. It is said that the Sanmao Zhenjun once practiced here, and later Tao Zu master was passed on to the Supreme Purity, and it was also here. cultivated.

This guitou also has a history of hundreds of years. It is said that when the "Huayang Zhitian" reopens, there will be a spiritual spring flowing out. Ordinary people drink the spiritual spring water, and they can strengthen their health and prevent all kinds of diseases.

However, this stone gate has not been opened for decades. The last time it was opened was because of the large-scale steelmaking in the last century. Some people heard that the gui head here is made of iron, so they came here to take a look.

The Taoist priests in Maoshan were terrified, and later blocked the stone gate with gravel, and planted some weeds and shrubs on it.

Strictly speaking, this stone gui head has not flowed out of spring water for nearly a hundred years, so much so that even many Taoist priests in Maoshan thought it was just a legend.

But Tang Wangsun and other high-level executives knew very well in their hearts that the water was very simple, just add water to the pool above.

However, this year is no different than a hundred years ago. There are too many man-made landscapes. It doesn’t matter if you create a landscape, but you still have to be named Lingquan. Once it is exposed, it will really damage Maoshan’s reputation.

Of course, as long as the Taoist tradition can continue, it doesn't matter if the name is damaged.

The big pavilion everyone is in was actually only built in the past few years, and Maoshan is also discussing whether to reopen the Lingquan to spread its reputation.

But Lingquan is really just a gimmick, so this matter has been on hold.

However, now that there is a spirit gathering array, you can do whatever you want, even Lingquan.

In fact, although this stone turtle flows out of a man-made spiritual spring, it was originally a small benefit of the Jintan Huayang Heaven.

The standard of the eighth cave is not here, but in the mountains behind it, it is a place for cleaning, and tourists are not allowed to visit.

Maoshan Taoist led out some of the spiritual spring water through the water tank to give some favors to the believers, and at the same time collected some incense.

It must be pointed out that Tao Zushi of Guangda Maoshan is a famous doctor himself, and he can sprinkle medicine into the water when encountering epidemics and other situations. Later Taoists often follow suit and do this kind of good deed.

The reopening of the Golden Altar and Huayang Heaven in Maoshan this time will not expose the cave to ordinary people, so the reopening of the Shimen, the re-flow of the Lingquan, and the publicity to the outside world mean that the eighth cave is reopened. .

Chapter 696

Chen Yang felt it for a while, not to mention, there was actually a trace of spiritual energy in the water of the spiritual spring.

There is no doubt that Mao Shan was really cruel, and he was willing to share the spiritual energy that had been gathered with great difficulty.

The water is not big, just the thickness of mung beans, but it keeps flowing, which is very scary.

Especially now that it is cloudy, the light rain is still falling from time to time, and the air is extremely humid.

Because the water contains spiritual energy, there is actually a layer of light white mist in front of the stone turtle, and it seems that the immortal aura is extraordinary.

People who don't understand will think it's water vapor, but there are too many discerning people on the scene.

A Taoist priest stood not far from the stone tortoise, took a deep breath, and shouted intoxicated, "Such a light and breezy aura is worthy of being a place for cultivation of great virtue and high power, and today we only know the wonders of the ten great caves. place."

There are many people who praise, many of whom are knowledgeable, but there are also those who understand and sneer in their hearts.

This is genuine aura, Mao Shan is crazy, isn't it, the days will not last?

But in fact, how could people in Maoshan be so stupid?

To tens of thousands of people, Tang Wangsun said on the spot that the Golden Altar of Huayang will only be open on the first day of every month and the 15th day of each month, and only in the morning. .”

Well, this time, the melon-eaters onlookers stopped doing it, saying that what you Maoshan did was to cut yourself off from the people.