"It's important to retreat."
"Please go ahead, Master. Chen doesn't need to take care of you."
Seeing the look of urgency in his eyes.
Chen Yulou is also a practitioner, so how could he not understand what he was thinking at this moment.
After studying martial arts, there is still a clear understanding.
What's more, two sword cultivators of equal strength.
Looking around the world, it may be difficult to find a few people who can force him to use his unique skills. This kind of opportunity does not happen all the time.
Fleeing.
If you can’t grasp it, you will really regret it for the rest of your life.
Death is worse than your eyes.
"That's fine."
Zhaohu Zhenren smiled bitterly, "It's just that... I've done harm to fellow Taoist, poor Taoist. I'll definitely make amends when I get out of seclusion."
On the way down the mountain.
He went through every move on the snowy plain several times in his mind.
Don’t dare to let go of even the smallest details.
At the moment, he only felt that there seemed to be a flash of spiritual light in the dark, as if it was far away in the horizon and out of reach, but it seemed close at hand and within reach.
It has been many years since I entered the spiritual practice.
This happens only twice.
Let’s count today.
The last time, he became a disciple of his master and was able to teach Chunyang Swordsmanship. At that time, he was still young and did not even have a sword. He just held a sword made of wood and practiced each move carefully. .
But that day the wind and snow cleared up.
He was practicing in the bamboo forest, and suddenly he felt that everything in the world had changed.
Even if there is only a wooden sword in his hand, it seems that it can break mountains with one strike.
That strange feeling.
As a child, he was a little at a loss.
He stood in the wind and snow and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he raised his hand and tried to make a slash.
A light sword.
Then...
The bamboo forest collapsed.
Even a thatched cottage under the forest was divided into two.
Thinking that he had caused a big disaster, he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.
Until the commotion in the back mountain attracted the master and other senior brothers, they looked at the scene in the bamboo forest. The senior brothers were dumbfounded, and the master burst into tears, saying that the ancestor had blessed him and that my path would never end.
He just found out.
That is a rare epiphany for practitioners.
After that, the master taught him all the inheritance of the Sword Immortal Sect, and his swordsmanship became better and better day by day.
I thought I would never encounter this kind of opportunity again in my life.
Unexpectedly, after decades, when he was getting old and his temples were turning gray, he would find another chance in a fight.
This kind of epiphany is like the sand in your hand, it will fall away if you are not careful.
That’s why he doesn’t even care about his guests.
It is because he knows that he is already old. If he misses this time, he may never meet again in this life.
Apologized.
Zhaohu glanced at the two disciples again before leaving in a hurry.
I watched him disappear into an old palace.
The older Taoist boy finally came to his senses and bowed, "Master Chen, please come this way."
Looking at the two young men, one big and one small. A little Taoist priest.
A smile appeared in the corner of Chen Yulou's eyes.
When he went up the mountain before, he could see that the sword bones of the two men were ready.
Looking at the entire Zhongnan Mountain, including dozens of peaks, more than a hundred Taoist temples, and hundreds of Taoist hermits, this kind of talent can be regarded as unique among thousands.
“You haven’t asked for your names yet?”
“I dare not make excuses in front of real people.”
The Taoist boy's face changed slightly, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm going to Tanjiang."
After registering his number, he looked at the little Taoist boy aside.
“This is my junior brother, Tan Yun.”
Tan Jiang, Tan Yun.
Chen Yulou silently wrote down these two names and nodded.
Tan Jiang was eleven or twelve years old, and Tan Yun was probably six or seven years old, similar to Qing Xu from Sansheng Palace.
But I don’t know if it’s because I have practiced swordplay since I was a child.
Although his childishness has not faded, he is a little more calm and... sharp than Taoist boys of the same age.
It’s like hiding a sword in a sheath.
"Master Chen, please come this way. Several other seniors are already waiting in the tea room."
I saw him standing outside the palace with his hands behind his back.
Tanjiang waited for a moment before reminding him in a low voice.
“Okay.”
Chen Yulou nodded.
As the two people walked through Chunyang Palace, they arrived at a hall after a while.
The mountains are covered with snow.
The room is warm and cozy.
In the fire pit on the ground, charcoal is burning, and a furnace of well water is boiling.
Four figures sit around the stove.
Who else could they be if they weren’t Partridge Whistle?
"Brother Chen?!" "Shopkeeper." "Shopkeeper Chen!"
I heard the door open.
Several people stood up one after another.
Chen Yulou shook off the fallen snow from his robe and shoulders. As soon as he entered the room, the cold air on his body met the warmth of the fire in the room, and there was a faint white mist floating in the air.
“I’ve met Jushi Chen.”
Master Mingya also stood up and bowed seriously.
From Yaowang Temple to Chunyang Palace.
He still can't understand anything now.
The young man in front of me is much more than just a wealthy family and an interest in Taoist practice.
But...
He is a great monk himself.
"Taoist Mingya, it's been a hard journey."
Seeing that his face looked slightly tired, Chen Yulou hurriedly pulled him to sit down again.
This road has dangerous peaks and is both climbing and descending. He is already old and has no moral skills or skills. It is undoubtedly a huge drain on him.
“No hard work, no hard work.”
Old Taoist Mingya waved his hands repeatedly, and as he spoke, he did not forget to lean out and look out the door.
"Huh? Why don't you see Master Zhaohu?"
"Back to Master Mingya, my master has gone into seclusion. Before leaving, he asked my junior brother and I to entertain you all."
Upon hearing this.
Tanjiang, who was about to carry the pot to add water to everyone, immediately explained.
"Retreat?!"
Ming Ya, who knew the character of Zhenren Hu quite well, couldn't help but be startled when he heard this.
All these guests came to visit.
The host went to retreat instead.
Leave two and a half-year-old boys to deal with it.
What kind of approach is this?
However, he only dared to criticize a few words in his heart. Although he was a few years older, Chunyang Palace had an orthodox inheritance and had an immortal ancestor.
Three Holy Temples, one has no orthodoxy and the other has no inheritance.
Although he has some background.
But after all, it is created by the times.
Putting it in the world of spiritual practice, it seems a bit nondescript.
"Retreat for real people is a big deal..."
Mingya Master nodded and was thinking of adding a few words when he heard Chen Yulou ask.
"Taoist, Mr. Chen has something to ask."
"Master Chen, just speak frankly." After hearing this, Taoist Mingya immediately answered, "Old Taoist must tell you everything he knows. ”
"Is there any bricklayer I know at the foot of this mountain?"
"What?"
Mingya Lao Dao was once again stunned.
I even wondered if I heard it wrong.
"Mason?"
"Yes, Chen has received some favors from the Patriarch of Chunyang Palace. Today, he went hiking and wanted to pay a special visit."
Chen Yulou nodded, "I walked around before and realized that the Taoist temple is very old. It's in disrepair, the brick walls are mottled, and several halls are damaged."
"So... I want to find some bricklayers to go up the mountain and repair it."
I was in Daxueping before.
He just mentioned it.
But judging from Zhaohu Zhenren’s intention, there is a high probability that he will not accept it.
So, he planned to take advantage of the opportunity of his retreat to strike first and then tell the story. By then, everything would be repaired. Even if the real person felt sorry for himself, it would already be a done deal.
"This..."
After listening to his explanation.
Old Taoist Mingya suddenly fell into deep thought. On the contrary, behind him were brothers Tan Jiang and Tan Yun, looking at each other in confusion.
In the end, it was senior brother Tan Jiang who bravely stood up.
"Chen, Chen Zhenren, should we discuss this matter with the master first? Neither of us can make the decision..."
"Hahaha, don't worry, I was in Daxueping before. I just told the real person.”
Chen Yulou shook his head and smiled, “The real person has already agreed.”
"Ah..."
Tanjiang had a sad face, half believing it or not.
Based on his understanding of the master, he felt that this was not something he could agree to.
After all, in these years, he would rather try to carve out a few plots of land in his backyard, grow some vegetables, or bring the ancient objects from the temple down the mountain in exchange for food.
They are not willing to ask Dao Huisi for money.
It is such a big thing to rebuild Taoism.
Can the master really agree?
And even if it was true, how could he not mention it when he was outside the palace before?
It’s just...
Now that the master has gone into seclusion, he doesn’t dare to knock on the door to disturb him.
I couldn't help but feel a little bit in a dilemma for a while.
"Why, the little Taoist priest thinks Chen will lie to you?"
Chen Yulou glanced at him and said with a smile.
"No, I dare not."
Look at the master's attitude towards him before.
How could Tanjiang not understand that the man in front of him was at least as good as the master?
Immediately waved his hands repeatedly.
Seeing this, Chen Yulou smiled faintly, picked up the copper stove and took out a tea cup. Tanjiang hurriedly went to the cabinet to get tea leaves.
“It’s just some rough tea from the mountains, so please don’t blame me.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
How could Chen Yulou care about this?
Before, at Sansheng Palace and Yaowang Temple, all I drank was cloud and mist wild tea from the mountains.
Although the frying technique is ordinary, the taste is thick and astringent, but as time goes by, it has a long aftertaste, extremely bitter but sweet.
Rejected his move.
Make yourself a cup of tea and fill it up for a few others.
Taoist Mingya thanked him, then coughed lightly and said seriously, "I really know a few of these masons. A few years ago, a businessman from Chang'an City offered incense to the Fulong Temple in Nanwutai."
“We invited some old craftsmen from Wutai Town at the foot of the mountain to renovate Fulong Temple from the inside out.”
“Tsk, tsk, that style...”
As Mingya Lao Taoist talked, he suddenly came to his senses. He seemed to have said too much.
“If Master Chen is free, you can take a look.”
Seeing his expression of envy, Chen Yulou couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
It’s been a long journey.
Most of the Taoist temples in the mountains are in disrepair.
Sansheng Temple is pretty good.
There is not much incense, but it can barely be maintained.
In addition, he, the Mingya Taoist, has found sources from all over the world, and he has received the allocation from the Taoist Association every year.
But other places are not so good.
Many palaces have even collapsed to varying degrees.
"That's not necessary. Chen still believes in the Taoist's eyes." Waving his hand, Chen Yulou smiled and said, "We are in a hurry and may have to leave overnight tonight."
"So urgent..."
Although I was chatting in the temple before.
Ming Ya heard that they were going down the mountain tonight.
But I really didn’t expect that I would have to travel all night.
“Not bad.”
Chen Yulou smiled faintly.
For them, traveling at night is just normal. The few days they rushed from Kunlun Mountain to Kunmo City were spent on starry nights, staying up for several nights without sleep.
While speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Kunlun beside him.
The latter understood immediately.
Grab a handful of silver from the bag and place it gently on the coffee table.
The crisp ding-dong sound startled Old Mingya, and he swallowed back all the words that came to his lips.
That handful of silver cost at least dozens of yuan.
You know, Yin Yang is still a real silver coin these days.
One piece of silver can be exchanged for ten pieces of copper. In some remote places or on the black market, it can even be exchanged for thirteen to fifteen pieces.
As for ordinary people, if they don't eat or drink for a year, they can probably save more than ten copper coins.
“More, more!”
"Jushi Chen, the renovation inside and outside Chunyang Palace, plus the addition of lacquer, gold, carvings and paintings, only costs more than ten yuan at most."
Mingya Lao Dao, who knows everything about firewood, rice, oil and salt.
After a simple calculation, I had a rough idea in my mind, and immediately shook my head.
“Isn’t it just right to add Yaowang Temple and Sansheng Temple?”
Chen Yulou looked at him with a smile and said warmly.
Hearing this, Mingya Laodao paused. He was always eloquent and well-rounded, but he couldn't say a word.
"Please ask the Taoist to do the math. If it's not enough, Chen will add some more."
Holding the tea cup, he gently blew away a layer of foam on the water and took a sip. , it still has the familiar bitterness, but after drinking it, the sweetness and mellowness slowly return.
"This..."
Taoist Mingya finally came to his senses.
The face is indescribably complex.
Building a temple is such a great favor. If you put it on the mountain, you will need to erect a monument and write about it, and the name will be passed down to future generations.
Chen Jushi not only repaired three buildings in one go.
And never made any demands from beginning to end.
Even from the time he went up the mountain to now, it only took half a day.
He also helped lead the way and introduced several real people.
"What is the virtue of an old Taoist? Master Chen, this is too heavy..."
"The Taoist is serious in his words. Building temples and temples is a great merit and a good thing that is beneficial to spiritual practice. "
Chen Yulou waved and smiled.
Although the Chunyang Palace at the beginning was added to the Yaowang Temple and the Sansheng Palace, for him, it was just a trivial matter.
"I have to ask the Taoist priest to take more care about the repairs."
Listen to what he said to this point.
Ming Ya couldn't resist, so he stood up and bowed seriously.
"Please rest assured, Master Chen. The old master will do his best to do this well."
Seeing that he was so solemn about the matter.
Chen Yulou hurriedly stood up and supported him, "In this case, the last worry has been settled safely."
"I came here to enjoy myself today, and I will return home happily."
said Go here.
Chen Yulou motioned to the Partridge Whistle and others.
He bowed his hands to everyone.
"Taoist Mingya, as well as the two junior Taoist priests Tan Jiang and Tan Yun. Chen has to go on his way, so I won't bother you any more and say goodbye first!"
"By the way, could you please help me with the two junior Taoist priests?" With a message.”
“I’m really sorry. If I have the chance, I will definitely go up the mountain to see you again.”
After all, Tanjiang and Tanyun are young and have been practicing in the mountains all year round. They are not familiar with human affairs. It's almost completely unclear, and I don't know how to reply at this moment.
I can only look at Mingya Laodao anxiously.
"Well, Master Chen, and everyone, why are you in such a hurry? Otherwise, if you haven't eaten the fasting meal, the old Taoist will go down the mountain to prepare, and it won't take too long."
"It's really unnecessary, old Taoist, now it seems Night is about to fall and the mountain road is rugged, so we better go down the mountain first."
We declined Mingya's offer to stay.
Chen Yulou and the others didn't waste any more time, got up and headed out of the mountain.
Until we left Chunyang Palace.
Walking on the mountain road.
Yang Fang, who had been holding it back all the way, finally couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Shopkeeper Chen, I left Poyun with the Master Zhaohu earlier. What happened? Don't hide it. Tell us."
His words One exit.
The three members of Partridge Whistle also looked over curiously.
See it.
Chen Yulou couldn't help but curl up his mouth.
Spreading his hands.
“What else could it be, just a swordsmanship competition.”
“Then... what’s the result?”
"Every opponent is equal in chess."
"You might as well tell the truth, since there is no one else here anyway..."
"Yes, you are the only one who talks a lot, and you can win with just one move."
“I knew it.”
“Shopkeeper Chen is so powerful that he is not even a match for the Great Master of Chunyang Palace. With your cultivation level, you are probably not invincible in the world, right?”
"Hurry up!"
"Tsk, don't let me tell you...Okay, okay, I won't say any more, hurry up!" (End of Chapter)