"Ming Ya doesn't have to be polite... Huh?"
Old Master Da Yao is very casual.
Seeing Ming Ya bowing and saluting, he immediately shook his head. Even though he was over a hundred years old, his voice was as loud as thunder and buzzing. He stepped forward to help him up.
It’s just...
Not yet.
He seemed to have noticed something, and subconsciously raised his head, looking past Mingya Laodao to the group of people behind him.
Just one glance.
The old master who made medicine was stunned in place. He only thought that in broad daylight, the fairy mountain Taoist palace could also hit ghosts?
Infinite Heavenly Lord.
What do you see?
One, two, three... three full cultivators?
The peak of Qi refining and foundation building.
There was also a great monk who couldn't even tell the depth to him. Just standing there gave him an unfathomable feeling.
How is that possible?
He returned to Yuan Dynasty and stayed in the mountains for nearly a hundred years.
When he was young, he traveled around the world for more than thirty years in order to seek the true way.
I have been obsessed with my work and practiced diligently all my life, but so far I have only been able to build a foundation.
Even after looking at Changbai Peak, dozens of Taoist temples, Buddhist temples, Confucian gates, hundreds of cultivators, and the secluded people in the mountains, not many people have reached his realm.
This is because he lived long enough.
In addition, I have been practicing in Dongtian Paradise.
I only got to this point by collecting the elixir from the mountains.
And these boys in front of me.
The guy with the heavy eyebrows and the fierce look is a little older, and the others are only in their twenties at most.
What were you doing when you were twenty?
Become a master and spend the whole day collecting herbs, chanting sutras, meditating, and reading. As for practice, only then can you feel the flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and can you even count it as crossing the dragon gate.
If it hadn't been for the years that followed, when I entered the world of mortals, watched the rivers, lakes, seas, mountains and swamps, gradually gained enlightenment, and pushed the door open to enter the realm of Taoism, how would I be today?
“Old Master?”
Ming Ya is still bowing.
Seeing that there was no movement outside, I subconsciously looked up.
But the old man in front of him seemed to have seen something that shocked him extremely.
At this moment, he could even feel his beating eyes.
And those big rough hands.
Hanging in mid-air.
It is shaking.
My lips parted, and I didn’t know what I was mumbling.
Ming Ya was confused.
He came to Yaowang Temple to see him many times.
In my impression, the old man Yue Zhiyuan Ting is boundless and humble.
Even if landslides occur, it is always as stable as a mountain.
It is the most famous high-cultivation avenue on the mountain.
This was the first time he had seen such a change in him. For a moment, he was neither advancing nor retreating.
"I have met the old man."
There was silence for a moment.
Chen Yulou was the first to react, clasping his fists and saluting seriously.
There may be a sequence of hearing, but the centenarian old man in front of me must be treated with respect both emotionally and rationally.
"Meet the old man."
As soon as he finished speaking.
The four people behind them, Partridge Shao, Kunlun, Yang Fang and the old foreigner, also clasped their fists and bowed in salute.
“Fellow Taoists, you are welcome.”
Master Gui Yuanlao finally came to his senses.
He was indeed shocked.
The word "cultivation" sounds simple, but every step is extremely difficult.
There are countless colleagues on the mountain, but I have never heard of anyone who can build a foundation at the age of thirty.
Seeing everyone being so polite.
He didn’t dare to put on airs, so he took off his sleeves, straightened his Taoist robe, made a bow, and responded with a serious face.
"Tao...fellow Taoist?"
Listen to this title from his mouth.
The look of astonishment on Taoist Mingya’s face became even stronger.
Fellow Taoist is not easy to use.
It means having the same goals and sharing the same skills.
Taking him as an example, he is at least a member of the Taoist sect, or one of those Taoist hermits in the mountains. It is not an exaggeration to call him a Taoist friend.
As for Gui Lao Zhenren, he has transcendent qualifications in the Taoist sect and can be regarded as a Taoist friend by him.
Either a fellow Taoist or a monk in the same realm.
But...
These two seem not to be related to Chen Yulou and his party.
wrong.
Old Taoist Mingya looked at Partridge Whistle suspiciously.
In the temple before, he actually wanted to speak several times, but he never found a chance.
Wearing a Taoist robe, a Taoist bun, and carrying a long umbrella behind his back, he is definitely a Taoist in both appearance and temperament.
Maybe...
Is he the Taoist friend Gui Yuanlao mentioned?
But it still doesn’t make sense.
How old is Partridge Whistle?
Even if you start practicing cultivation right from your mother's womb, it will only take twenty or thirty years. No matter how talented you are, it is impossible to reach the realm of the old master?
Ming Ya thought about it, but still couldn't figure it out.
But he didn't dare to ask rashly.
“I wonder where you are coming from?”
Guiyuan’s thoughts were focused on a few people, and he did not notice the change in his expression.
"Back to the real person, Chen was born in Xiangyin, but...this time he came from the northwest, passed by the foot of the mountain, and came here to pay a visit to the Taoist priest on the mountain."
Chen Yulou responded calmly.
"Xiangyin?"
Guiyuan raised his eyebrows.
I don’t think I have ever heard of any great Taoist in Xiangyin.
Or is it that he has been in the mountains these years and is unaware of the changes in the world? Otherwise, how could he not have heard of such a talent?
With his thoughts flowing, Guiyuan looked as usual and nodded calmly.
"That's not far."
As he spoke, his eyes turned to Partridge Whistle again.
“I haven’t asked this Taoist friend his name yet, which fairy mountain he practices in?”
Boom——
Seeing that the old master’s attention is on himself.
Partridge Whistle's heart sank.
The person in front of me is not like the old Taoist Mingya, but a solid foundation-building monk. The energy flowing in his body is impossible to hide from his eyes.
Now that I asked him, it was obvious that he was inquiring about his identity.
Coughed slightly.
Partridge Whistle suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind and did not dare to think wildly.
"When I was young, I was taken to the mountain by my master to practice for several years. Now there is no mountain gate."
"Oh?"
Guiyuan frowned deeper.
This kind of thing is not uncommon, but the problem is that to be able to see the talent of the root bone, you must have a good practice. In addition, in just a few years, you can actually cross the big and small dragon gates all the way and complete the foundation building. .
This is not just determined by the bones.
Inherit the skills!
That’s right.
In the Age of Dharma Ending, cultivation is as difficult as climbing to the sky. How many people are stuck at a bottleneck and cannot make any progress. In fact, the biggest reason is that the inheritance is broken.
The road ahead is blocked.
What about practicing?
"I wonder who Master You is?"
Guiyuan asked himself that he had lived for more than a hundred years.
Even if you have never met the characters in the Taoist sect, you have heard their names.
"This..."
The old foreigner next to him couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart.
I was sweating for my senior brother.
They both came from the same school.
What's going on with the master? How could he not know it? How could he bring any old Taoist back to the mountains to practice? This is almost endless.
Banshan line originates from Shuanghei Mountain in Kongquehe River.
The Taoist is just a person who travels around the world to facilitate opening coffins and fighting.
As for why I haven't taken off my Taoist robe yet.
This is also because I have been used to it since I was a child.
I didn’t expect that on this trip up the mountain, I would actually encounter Dao Gaoxiu.
Not only him, Partridge Whistle couldn't help but have a flash of panic in his eyes. This so-called veteran was simply an inspiration and the experience of Chen Yulou.
But he knew nothing about the old Taoist, who his surname was, where he came from, or how he inherited his Taoist name.
"Cough..."
Chen Yulou, knowing that the two of them were about to reveal their secrets, coughed lightly.
“Back to the real person, the senior’s name is Wuyazi, but whether it is a Taoist name or a self-title, I don’t know.”
Speaking of this, Chen Yulou has not forgotten it. Looking at the partridge whistle, he blinked calmly.
“Really, Brother Dao?”
"Yes, my master called himself Wu Yazi. I have also asked about his origins. Unfortunately, he has been unwilling to mention it. Until his death, he only left a name."
How clever the partridge whistle is.
I immediately understood what he meant.
I nodded immediately.
“Wu Yazi?”
I heard this name.
Guiyuan was even more surprised.
I frowned and thought for a long time, but I still couldn’t figure out which Taoist priest in the world had this name in the past hundred years.
"This...please forgive me for my limited knowledge, I have never heard of it."
Taoist Guiyuan couldn't ask any more questions. After all, the person went up the mountain to visit him. If he inquired deeply, wouldn't he be interrogating the criminal?
Hear this.
Chen Yulou just smiled and shook his head.
How could you possibly have heard of Gui Yuan Laodao?
After all, Wu Yazi is a character who exists in Jin Yong’s book.
Even if it does exist, you have to go to the Wuliang Mountain Xiaoyao Sect to look for it.
Not to mention it was more than a thousand years ago.
Guiyuan Lao Dao will never expect to see you again.
"Old Master, do you want to go in and chat first?"
Ming Ya finally reacted and reminded him in a low voice.
"Oh, yes, look at the old man's brain, he is almost confused."
The old man slapped his forehead and smiled apologetically.
"Fellow Taoists, please."
"Old Master, please go first."
Chen Yulou didn't dare to ask for help, so he immediately took half a step away and resolutely asked him to go first. .
Guiyuan is not polite either.
He led a group of people straight to the backyard.
After walking around the main hall, everyone who was a few steps behind looked at each other and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If it weren’t for Chen Yulou’s quick reaction just now.
I am afraid that the secret will be revealed.
Partridge Whistle even wondered whether he should change into a different outfit when he left the foot of the mountain.
It used to be for convenience.
But after Shuang Heishan and his party, the curse was broken, and there was no need to suffer this torture anymore, and there was no need to fight for the pearl.
Anyway, it is practice, you can wear a Taoist robe or not.
“Everyone, please!”
While he was thinking about it, the old man had already opened a wooden door and invited everyone in with a smile.
As soon as I approach the door.
The rich flavor of various mixed medicinal herbs hits your nostrils.
In just a moment, Chen Yulou was able to distinguish at least six or seven kinds of powerful medicines.
However, he didn't hesitate at all and walked straight across the threshold.
Just...
As soon as I walked in.
Even he was a little shocked.
As far as the eye can see, there are almost all medicinal herbs, piled up like mountains.
Things that are simply sun-dried are put in a bamboo sieve, those that are ground into powder are put in porcelain bottles and put in cabinets, and slices are hidden in clay pots.
There are also whole herbs, such as wild ginseng, which are preserved in the most meticulous way.
On the open ground, there are strewn with poisonous poisons, pots and pestles, either made of stone or bronze. At a glance, there are more than ten pieces.
Several people came in behind him.
See this scene.
For a moment, I thought I had entered a medicine warehouse.
"The old Taoist usually behaves casually, fellow Taoists, please forgive me."
Seeing the group of people looking at each other in astonishment.
The returning veteran said with a smile.
"The real person is joking. I came to the door rashly and uninvited, which is the reason why I disturbed the real person's Qingxiu. I already feel bad about it."
Chen Yulou waved his hand.
But in my heart, I finally had a concrete impression of this old man.
No wonder before going up the mountain, Taoist Mingya said that he had been making medicine all his life.
Looking at the current situation, it is estimated that it will be difficult even if it does not last for a hundred years.
The guest does as he pleases.
The group did not dare to hesitate.
Walking around the medicine-pounding area, he walked to the coffee table among a bunch of cabinets and sat down.
It’s a coffee table.
It’s actually a desk.
The table is full of ancient books and classics, as well as scattered prescriptions.
Although he knew why Yaowang Temple was built, Chen Yulou couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration when he saw such a situation with his own eyes.
At the age of Guiyuan.
He doesn’t have to work so hard.
The little Taoist boy from before came in to boil water and make tea for a few people, then closed the door and left.
Listen to the noise.
The little guy Qingxu also followed.
Apparently they were two friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time and planned to take this opportunity to have a good time.
The group didn’t care either.
Just chatting around the fire.
"By the way, the old Taoist forgot to ask just now, where did Mr. Chen live?"
Gui Yuan Lao Zhenren picked up the teacup and took a sip.
He has now temporarily accepted what Partridge Whistle Master Wu Yazi said.
But he is an old man, he is a hundred years old, how could he not see that the group of people is clearly headed by him.
The most important thing is.
Although he can't see Chen Yulou's realm.
But the invisible momentum is hard to explain.
At least on top of the foundation.
But to what point it has reached, it is not something he can see through.
"Old Master thinks highly of me. Chen is just interested in spiritual practice and is just practicing blindly."
I know that I can't hide it from Old Master's sharp eyes.
Chen Yulou was not surprised, he just waved his hand and said casually.
"If fellow Taoist practitioners practice blindly, where will I be left as a seasoned Taoist?"
Guiyuan sighed, and a wry smile appeared on his face full of vicissitudes of life.
He really spoke from his heart.
Looking back on most of his life, almost all his hard work has been put into practice. If he had practiced blindly, he would have lived a hundred years in vain.
“Such qualifications as Taoist friend Chen have never been heard of by an experienced Taoist in his life.”
Chen Yulou has an outstanding temperament and a sharp gaze. His age is completely invisible, but he is probably no more than thirty.
The peak of foundation building in the twenties... even the golden elixir realm.
More than unheard of.
Even the founders of various sects couldn’t do this, right?
“I am really exaggerating.”
"Chen's cultivation level...is not worth mentioning."
Hear this.
Taoist Mingya, holding a tea cup and always treating himself as an old master and a junior, finally realized what he was doing.
The hand stroking the long beard on his chin trembled, and he almost pulled off a handful.
Daoqing Lao Zhenren is a Taoist friend, and what he said to layman Chen from beginning to end?
I thought he was a son of a prominent family.
I am just curious about practicing and retreating into seclusion.
This is how to climb mountains in heavy snow.
Who knows, it turns out that I am the one who did not see the Tao before the real person.
"Neither arrogance nor impetuosity, the heart is like a sinking well, Chen Dao has a friendly mind."
Guiyuan, who didn't notice the changes in Mingya.
This face is full of emotion.
The look in Chen Yulou's eyes was even more admiring.
Be peaceful but not arrogant, and be watertight.
How many people can do it?
It was him who had been frivolous when he was young, especially during the decades he had been traveling in the world, and he always felt that most practitioners in the world were just like this.
Until I see more.
After discussing the Tao with those experts, I realized that there are people outside the world and there is a sky outside the world.
So he resolutely returned to the mountain.
Take the medicine pestle left by the master and stay in this back hall for decades.
To be fair.
If I were twenty years old, I would enter the foundation building or even the golden elixir.
Not to mention Yaowang Temple, not even Changbai Peak, Zhongnan Mountain, or even the whole world can trap him.
"In the past few years, I have traveled to many places and visited famous mountains and rivers. The old master is also the first person I have ever seen who has attained Taoism and advanced cultivation."
Chen Yulou said seriously.
Before that, he only knew that Cui Daocheng and Cui Laodao had achieved Taoism.
I made a temporary idea today.
I never thought that there are really high cultivation in the mountains.
“It’s really difficult to practice Taoism and enter the country if you practice the Dharma at the end of your life. It’s really difficult to enter the Taoism.”
“Or it’s just an old guy like me, hiding in the mountains and not very willing to see people. ”
Guiyuan shook his head and smiled.
Although he has an easy-going personality, he is not easy to get along with others.
If Ming Ya hadn’t introduced him today, at most he would have been treated by a few Taoist boys.
“Yes.”
Chen Yulou nodded.
The world is so big, how could it be just the tip of the iceberg that I saw?
Just like Mingya seeing himself.
Even if the immortal passed by the busy city without showing his true identity, it would be difficult for him to detect it.
Next.
The group of people chatted some more about spiritual practice.
Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner are reluctant to miss such a good opportunity. So far, they are actually still exploring on their own.
Now that the old man is face to face, he will naturally ask for advice.
Guiyuan also welcomes all comers.
Just sit down and talk.
In fact, they all follow the path of inner alchemy, but the methods are different, but they reflect each other and express their own opinions, which is also of great benefit to one's own practice.
"By the way, Old Master, there is one more thing."
"In this realm of cultivation, apart from refining Qi and building foundation, I wonder if you can give me some advice on how to divide the future path?" (End of Chapter)