Chapter 212 Elder Liao Chen of Wuku Temple [Five Thousand Six]
Time flies.
More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
As autumn enters, the weather becomes colder and cooler, and there is a chill in the morning and evening.
On this day, a ferry boat arrived at the ancient ferry port of the Yangtze River Water Alley outside Jiujiang City.
There were only six people on the huge ferry, but on the densely packed river with thousands of sails crossing it, people could remember it at a glance.
There is no other reason.
Both men and women in the group have extremely outstanding temperaments.
Especially the two women, they vividly interpret the cold and bright, girly and mature.
And the costumes of this group of people are also extremely weird.
Three of them, wearing blue and black robes with long hair tied behind their heads, were clearly Taoists practicing in Taoist temples in the mountains.
As for the remaining two people, they are both tall and have burning eyes.
It is in sharp contrast to those around us who fled south to seek refuge.
It's hard not to notice them.
“It will be quick after crossing Jiujiang.”
Standing on the bow of the boat, looking at the vast river below him, Chen Yulou said softly.
Hear the words.
The people around him were obviously relieved.
Of course, this trip to the south was not for sightseeing, but for Elder Liaochen who became a monk in Wuku Temple.
Except for the three brothers and sisters of Partridge Sentinel.
Chen Yulou only brought Yang Fang and Miss Hong.
Kunlun and Guaizi stayed in the village to practice.
After hearing that Kunlun was successful in cultivating Qi, Huamaguai finally no longer dared to cheat and cheat, and made up his mind to catch up with everyone else.
Before departure.
After staying in seclusion for two days and adjusting the breath to the best state, I couldn't wait to ask him to protect me.
Chen Yulou is naturally happy to see this happen.
It took all night.
Help him smelt the mercury-filled Zhu Dan.
However, it will take a lot of time to completely refine it.
I just borrowed Zhu Dan to plant a spiritual seed in the sea of qi so that I could continuously absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
As for Kunlun...
Think of that kid.
Chen Yulou, who was on the bow of the boat, couldn't help but have a flash of wonder in his eyes.
On that day, Li Shuguo rushed back from Shijunshan as promised.
After more than half a month, he finally lived up to his expectations and built the heavy dragon scale armor.
The secret gold is used as the bones, the dragon's tendons are used as the veins, and the dragon scales are used as the armor leaves.
Integrated.
The luster is brilliant.
It weighs dozens of kilograms.
Ordinary swords, guns, swords and halberds cannot penetrate at all.
When it was delivered to Zhuangzi, even Chen Yulou was a little impatient and immediately took his heavy armor to the underground grotto to look for Kunlun.
Waiting for the moment he puts it on.
Chen Yulou seemed to have traveled through a thousand years of history and appeared on the battlefield of Zhuxian Town, where he saw with his own eyes the fierce generals of the Beiwei Army wearing heavy armor.
Standing nearly two meters tall is very rare in this era.
In addition, after I regained my consciousness, my face no longer looked as stupid as before.
Covered with dragon scales and heavy armor.
Make him look like an ancient ferocious beast.
The ferocious aura almost surged out, and every inch of his body exuded a heart-stopping aura.
Especially in conjunction with the big halberd behind him.
It would be no exaggeration to say that Dian Wei was reborn.
The reason why he has been seeking to build a heavy armor for him.
It’s not just curiosity.
It is to make up for Kunlun's last shortcoming, which is the lack of speed due to his excessive size.
He is among the mountains and fields.
The figure is naturally unmatched.
But in a life-and-death fight, especially when facing equal or even stronger opponents, even a slight delay may be fatal.
With this heavy armor, the lifeblood of the whole body is protected.
Even though the speed is slightly slower, it is still enough to block a life-or-death blow, delaying the opportunity for him to rush into the formation and fight back.
Of course, in Chen Yulou's view, this dragon scale heavy armor is still not perfect.
One last step is missing.
That is the Heavenly Book.
But he didn't have many ideas before, until he saw the magic whip in Yang Fang's hand, which was like an invisible big hand, pushing away all the fog.
The whip itself is nothing more than an iron weapon.
But the reason why it can suppress corpses and demons is the talismans engraved on the whip.
On the way to Wuku Temple.
Chen Yulou specially borrowed the magic whip from Yang Fang to observe.
In addition, he got the ghost whip from Zhou Jiao.
Mutual verification.
A little bit of research.
Now his thoughts have become clearer.
Just waiting for this trip to end and returning to Chenjiazhuang, I plan to try to carve inscriptions in secret.
“Everyone, we’re here.”
Slightly lost in thought.
A reminder with a thick accent came from behind.
Chen Yulou subconsciously raised his head and realized that the ferry boat beneath him had crossed the vast Yangtze River and docked at the ferry wharf.
"Old man, I wonder how long it takes to get to Hubeiling from here?"
Several people led their horses and got off the boat in sequence.
Chen Yulou took advantage of the situation and asked the old man on the ferry about the journey.
“Where?”
“Lushan Hubeiling.”
The old man had never been out of Jiujiang in his life, so he couldn't understand the Xiang accent. Chen Yulou could only try to slow down his speaking speed.
"Hubei Ridge, that's not far."
Hearing that they were going to Lushan Mountain, the old man immediately came to chat.
I repeatedly told you not to tell me the route.
He also enthusiastically recommended Xianren Cave to them, saying that the place is full of incense and is also effective in interpreting lottery tickets.
I guess I saw that the three brothers and sisters in their group were all dressed as Taoists, and thought they were visiting a famous Taoist temple.
"Thank you, old man."
Chen Yulou couldn't laugh or cry, and it was hard to point out.
I could only wait patiently for him to finish, and then I handed over my hand.
“No, no, no.”
The old man waved his hands repeatedly, and then seemed to think of something.
"If you want to talk about seeking immortality, you have to go to Longhu Mountain and Sanqing Mountain. If you are free, you can go for a walk."
Hearing this, Chen Yulou's heart moved slightly. .
He didn't have much interest in the latter.
But Longhu Mountain is different.
Cui Laodao was able to enter Taoism through the two lines of Half-day Book that he peeked at there.
I wonder if he had a chance to observe it.
But with this thought, even he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
You must know that because Cui Laodao secretly peeked into the Heavenly Book, the Taoist of Longhu Mountain was furious. Since then, he has blocked the Five Thunder Palace and completely hid the Ghost Gate Heavenly Book.
Without the Heavenly Master’s handwriting, no one has the right to watch.
Even if you go, there is a high probability that you will return without success.
"Okay, I'll note it down."
Nod to the old man.
Chen Yulou didn’t waste any more time and took Longju off the boat. After meeting up with a few people, he ate something casually at the ferry, and then went straight to Hubeiling.
About the location of Wuku Temple.
Chen Yulou still asked people to inquire repeatedly in the arena, and then he got a clue.
When Tie Motou was fighting outside Luoyang City, he was hit by a funeral nail and died.
Thinking of the master’s last words before his death.
Touch the gold captain, if you unite, you will live, if you divide, you will die.
Feitian Suanni was disheartened and headed south with two gold-touching talismans.
It wasn't until I came across an ancient temple that had long been abandoned when I was crossing Hubeiling that I felt inspired, so I decided to become a monk in the temple.
It took quite a while.
Clean up the abandoned ancient temples.
Then the word "non-suffering" was taken from the sentence in the Heart Sutra: "No suffering will destroy the path, no wisdom and no gain" and named the ancient temple.
Two lives are a human being.
This is Chen Yulou’s first time traveling to Jiujiang.
This place was called Xunyang and Jiangzhou in ancient times. It is located at the junction of four provinces and has always been known as the "mouth of three rivers and the gateway to seven provinces".
In addition to Quelu Mountain, Poyang Lake, Donglin Temple and Bailudong Academy are all located here.
Throughout the ages, countless celebrities and hermits have come and gone.
A few months ago, the trip to Pingshan ended. The three brothers and sisters of Partridge Shao returned to their hometown of Peacock Mountain. They crossed the river from Hunan Province, detoured around Poyang Lake, and then entered Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
Unexpectedly, it has been several months now.
I did it again.
However, for Chen Yulou, what impressed him most was that Jiujiang was only one state away, and the ancient city by the river was actually as prosperous as the capital city of Changsha.
Walking through the small town.
You can often see Western-style high-rise buildings.
Even in the streets and alleys, foreign devils wearing suits and blue eyes and curly hair can be seen everywhere.
Looking at their dress, they are not just preachers.
Pedestrians on the street seem to have become accustomed to their presence.
I asked Partridge Whistle before he responded.
Due to its natural geographical advantages, Jiujiang has been a port city since the late Qing Dynasty, connecting the four places through the Yangtze River water transport. Those foreign devils also took a fancy to this and came and went to do business here.
Although Chen Yulou has a vision far beyond this era.
But I am not very familiar with the local customs at this time.
After passing through the city, a familiar sight suddenly hit my face.
Even though it has already entered autumn, the vast hectares of fertile fields, green mountains and clear waters make people slow down unconsciously.
It’s afternoon.
The fields in sight were gradually replaced by rolling mountains.
The mountain is so high that it reaches into the clouds. Looking up, you will see strange peaks rising from the ground. Valleys, caves, strange rocks, rapids, waterfalls, streams, and deep pools in the mountains can be seen everywhere.
I have seen the roughness of Pingshan Mountain and the steepness of Zhelong Mountain.
Lushan perfectly blends the two, with clouds covering the area and fog surrounding it. At a glance, it is a vivid ink landscape painting.
Unfortunately, this trip is too urgent.
Chen Yulou and others had no time to stop and admire the mountain scenery.
Only when I encounter mountain people asking for directions, I will stop for a moment and walk all the way into the mountain from Lotus Cave. I walk in the mountain for more than two hours before finally entering the canyon.
Stop between the cliffs.
Looking at the endless, at least tens of feet deep, rift valley beneath him.
Rao is a well-informed person.
They couldn't help but marvel.
What is even more strange is that there is only one suspended wooden bridge across the canyon.
I heard from the mountain people who went into the mountain to collect herbs that this was pretty good. In the early years, they had to risk their lives by wading through the Rift Valley River.
Seeing that the two men were strong and experienced, Chen Yulou casually asked them about the location of Wuku Temple.
“Wuku Temple?” “Are you going to burn incense and worship Buddha?”
The older man couldn't help but glance at the group of people when he heard the words Wuku Temple.
“That’s not true.”
“We came here specifically to visit Elder Chen.”
Chen Yulou shook his head.
Although the old medicine farmer deliberately suppressed his emotions, the young man beside him looked almost like him, and he must be his son.
The vigilance and scrutiny are almost written on his face.
After seeing the reaction of the two people, Chen Yulou had an idea.
"You have met Elder Chen..."
"Shut up."
The young man was overjoyed, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted coldly by the old medicine farmer.
Feeling the change in his father's eyes, the young man thought for a moment and immediately came back to his senses.
You must know that since the chaos in the previous dynasty, there have been many bandits in Lushan Mountain. When the banditry was at its worst, almost all of the more than 170 peaks were occupied by people who claimed the mountain as king.
This group of people blocked roads, robbed, killed and set fires, and committed all kinds of evil.
The surrounding villages and mountain people have been suffering from bandits and bandits for a long time.
Especially those who have raised daughters.
I am even more worried all day long.
I have no choice but to leave my hometown and go to make a living elsewhere.
This situation lasted until Master Chen came that year. No one took it seriously at first. There were countless hermits practicing in Lushan, but they either died at the hands of bandits or went down the mountain to escape. .
But Master Liaochen is different.
I saw mountain people in distress.
He did not stand idly by.
But he put down the Lushan banditry with one person.
There are countless people who were simply persuaded by him to put down the butcher knife. As for those who were stubborn, they ran away to death.
Therefore, the mountain people have spread the rumor that Master Chen has both the heart of a Bodhisattva and the angry eyes of a Vajra.
But no matter what, these people have great respect for Chen Chen, and they all say that he is the true Buddha who came to the world to save the people from fire and water.
The origin of the group of people in front of me now is unknown.
If they are hostile to Master Chen, wouldn’t they, father and son, become sinners?
After all, it was a campaign to suppress bandits back then.
It makes countless people hold grudges. Although those people have gone far away, there is no guarantee that they will come back to take revenge.
Figure this out.
The young man immediately shut up and refused to say another word.
"I'm worried too much. We are old friends of Elder Liaochen. Brother Yang Fang is of the same line as him. He is still Master Liaochen's nephew after all."
Seeing this situation, Chen Yulou didn't understand, so he just explained in a gentle voice.
“Really?”
There was a bit of doubt in the eyes of the old medicine farmer.
"Of course, if I don't believe it, it's better to do this."
Chen Yulou took a step back, "Let this brother take the token and go find Elder Chen alone, and we will stay Stay still here, and when the mage sees the token, you will know whether it is true or false.”
Hearing this.
The father and son who collected herbs couldn't help but look at each other.
It was obvious that he was thinking about this plan.
"Okay, I believe you once, but I'm going to say something ugly first. Master Liaochen has a very high reputation in Kuanglu Mountain. If you have bad intentions, don't blame me for turning your back on him."
The old farmer looked at several people seriously.
Finally decided to take a risk.
The main reason is that there is no evil spirit in them, especially Chen Yulou, who has a gentle face, outstanding temperament, speaks slowly and leisurely, and is not at all impatient, just like those teachers in the city.
If he was really the kind of bad guy who could see through it at a glance.
Even if you die today.
He will not lead the wolf into the house either.
After all, if it hadn’t been for Elder Liao Chen, how could they have survived at all.
“That’s nature.”
Chen Yulou was not surprised by this.
From the tone and demeanor of the two people when they mentioned Chen Shi, we knew that the latter had a high reputation here.
I nodded and agreed immediately.
Then he turned around and looked at Yang Fang, who was carrying the whip.
“Brother Yang Fang, do you have any tokens of your master’s sect?”
"Does this count?"
Yang Fang thought about it and took out a flat gold bead from his pocket.
About the size of a fingertip, with a hole in the middle.
When Chen Yulou saw it, he immediately understood that it was clearly a bead.
The Golden Abacus has been a merchant for generations and has traveled around the world. An abacus made of pure gold has never left its side.
But his abacus is not used to settle accounts.
The beads and frame of the abacus are fully engraved with the numbers of the heavenly stems and earthly branches. It is specially used to calculate the five elements and calculate the eight directions.
Take it and put it in your hand and look down.
Sure enough, there is a word "geng" engraved on the gold bead.
“Of course it can be counted.”
This object was probably given to him by the golden abacus when he came down from the mountain that day.
One is to think about it.
The other one may not be worried that when his apprentice is wandering around the world and is in trouble, he can also use this gold bead to go to a pawn shop to exchange for some money to overcome the difficulties.
"Little brother, take it and go find Elder Chen."
"Just say it's after an old friend."
The young man first glanced at his father, and when the latter nodded, he carefully took it and put it in his pocket solemnly.
"Go back quickly."
The old medicine farmer reminded.
The young man nodded, put down the bamboo basket and medicine hoe, and then strode across the suspension bridge, disappearing into the vast mountains in a short time.
He ran all the way.
The body is as agile as an ape.
Almost half an hour later, we arrived at the halfway point of Hubeiling.
I saw the jagged rocks, waterfalls, deep pools, and strange peaks and cliffs. The most surprising thing was that there was a large bamboo forest growing in the mountain col, and there was no end in sight at a glance.
Suddenly there was a sea of green.
Outside the bamboo forest, a bluestone path extends inside.
The moment he saw it, the young man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Suppressing my emotions, I hurried in along the path.
Not long after, an ancient temple appeared in the depths of the Bamboo Sea. It looked like it had been around for a long time. The exterior walls were mottled and covered with vines, but the smoke curled up inside the temple, making it look quite old. A feeling of being hidden from the world.
See the ancient temple.
The young man's face suddenly became solemn.
He took a few deep breaths to calm his breathing, and then he stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"The door is not closed, come in."
The knock on the door followed.
An old, yet unusually gentle voice sounded.
The young man was refreshed and carefully opened the courtyard door. The ancient temple was not big, with a front hall and a backyard.
Look up.
An old monk wearing monk's robes outside the hall was looking at him calmly.
"Master..."
Seeing him, the young man immediately stepped forward and briefly talked about his previous experience outside the mountain.
"After the old friend?"
Elder Liaochen looked surprised.
He has been practicing here alone for many years, with green lights and yellow scrolls, far away from the hustle and bustle.
What's more, from the moment of escaping into Buddhism, all the previous human relationships in the world have been cut off.
Who is this old friend?
He really didn’t guess it for a moment.
"Oh, by the way, he gave a token."
The young man suddenly slapped his forehead and quickly took out the gold bead from his pocket and handed it over.
Just as soon as it was taken out.
It hasn’t been handed out yet.
Liao Chen’s unwavering eyes had already set off a huge wave.
The state of mind that has been cultivated for many years.
The moment I saw the bead, I was instantly impressed by it.
"Junior brother..."
"Master, you...what's wrong with you?"
Noticing something strange, the young man holding the abacus in both hands hesitated. He couldn't help but look up.
Only then did they discover that Master Liaochen was regarded as a god and Buddha in the hearts of the mountain people.
At this moment, his face was actually pale.
The thin body could not stop shaking.
"Where are they?"
After regaining consciousness, Liao Chen took the golden bead and gently rubbed the engraved writing on it with his fingers. He already had something in his heart. He was 12% sure and couldn't help but ask.
"On the other side of the Rift Valley Suspension Bridge."
"Take me there."
"Huh?"
The young man was stunned.
None of the surrounding mountain people know that as he grows older, Master Liao Chen has not gone down the mountain for several years.
Not to mention going down the mountain to greet people in person.
This is simply unheard of.
"Those people are extremely important to the poor monk, you lead the way."
"Oh...ok."
Hearing what the Master said, the young man was so excited It was absolutely certain that those people were not talking nonsense.
He nodded and walked out subconsciously.
But after taking a few steps, I realized something was wrong, so I turned around and went to help Lie Chen.
“No need, the poor monk can still walk.”
Liao Chen shook his head and declined his kindness.
Although he is old, he is not too old to walk yet.
The reason why he has not gone down the mountain for many years is not because he is unable but because he is unwilling. Wuku Temple is like a prison cell he drew for himself.
“Just hurry up and go.”
Young people dare not delay any longer.
Take him all the way out of the mountain.
He didn't even notice that this return trip was faster than when he came. In his heart, Master Liaochen, who was already old, not only did not fall behind even half a step, but the mountainous road was rugged, and his breath was not disturbed.
After all, it was Feitian Suanni who became famous in the world before entering Jinmen.
Among the four, his skill deserves to be the first.
Even an iron grinding head is far inferior.
After walking through a dangerous cliff and entering the hanging bridge, Liao Chen saw from a distance opposite the bridge head, a group of six or seven people sitting on the ground, talking to an old medicine farmer.
Chen Yulou was the first to notice the movement.
Subconsciously he stood up and looked.
Even though there is a rift valley of hundreds of meters beneath you.
Liao Chen’s appearance was still clearly visible to him.
Almost exactly as imagined.
“The Master...actually came down the mountain?”
Sensing something strange about him, everyone around him also turned around to look.
The moment I saw the dust clearly.
The old medicine farmer was suddenly moved and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Brother Dao, Brother Yang Fang, and Elder Liaochen have all come down the mountain to greet them in person. It's time for us to go up and pay our respects."
(End of Chapter)