Say goodbye to the bowman.
Waving goodbye to everyone again.
A group of five people led their horses off the boat and entered the ancient ferry.
It is very similar to the ancient ferry we passed before. Passing ships stayed here overnight. Due to water transportation, it gradually became popular and formed a small town.
The same is true now.
It is getting dark, and ships of all sizes are entering the harbor one after another.
After Jiangjin Ferry, the current is very fast and there are numerous reefs and boulders at the bottom of the river. No matter how experienced the captain is, he would not dare to leave the boat easily at night.
So most of them choose to spend the night in Jiangjin.
Have a hot meal in the small town.
You can also replenish rice grains.
Wait until dawn the next morning before setting off.
In addition to them, there are fishermen who have lived here for generations and draw water from the water.
I will return before dark.
Catch fish with a big net.
Standing on the bow of the boat and shouting.
Not yet ashore.
There were nearby restaurants, restaurants or residents of the town waiting early in the morning.
River fish just out of the water is the freshest. With simple processing, fried or boiled, sprinkled with some salt and a few peppers, it is a delicacy.
Several people walked through the bustling crowd, and they were all infected by the atmosphere.
“The shopkeeper has an iron bull.”
Kunlun was walking in the front, tall and tall, and just standing there gave people an amazing sense of oppression.
In these troubled times, people are generally not tall due to malnutrition.
At nearly two meters tall, he is the most eye-catching presence no matter where he is placed.
Along the way, I don’t know how many amazing looks it attracted.
There was an old Buddha named Rong who took advantage of the crowd and hid in the crowd to fish in troubled waters. When he saw him, he subconsciously became honest. Even if he was a stranger, with this posture, he would deserve to have his hand broken if he was caught. .
Wait until you pass the shore.
Kunlun suddenly pointed forward, a trace of surprise flashing across his brows.
A few people came forward to take a look.
At the ancient ferry, on the shore connected to the town, an iron bull stands impressively, with a rock under his feet, his eyes bright and magnificent.
“Water Suppressing Beast!”
Chen Yulou raised his eyebrows.
Some time ago, they had just talked about it when they were crossing the Yellow River, but they didn't expect to see them here.
The touch on Tien Niu’s back shone brightly, like a bronze mirror.
Several children were playing and playing around.
You can even see some elderly people, stroking the backs of cows with respectful expressions, muttering words, praying for protection and protection from illness and disaster.
In addition, there is a stone monument at Tieniu's feet.
In the dim light of the sky, Chen Yulou stepped forward to take a look and discovered that this iron bull was cast in the early Ming Dynasty.
Due to flash floods, flooding occurs every year.
The governor who was in office at that time passed by this place and heard that the water dragons were causing trouble. He specially allocated official silver, raised funds among the people, and hired skilled craftsmen to cast them to calm the monstrous flood.
For this reason, the town here is also called Niuxi Town.
"It's almost six or seven hundred years old, and it's still so well preserved. The materials used are really solid."
I patted it lightly, and a feeling of heaviness hit my face.
Chen Yulou couldn't help but sigh.
You must know that copper and iron are the most susceptible to rust and corrosion, and this place is close to the river, with heavy moisture, making storage particularly difficult.
The horse stopped and watched for a while.
Without further delay, several people jumped on their horses and walked through the ancient town, heading straight to the east.
No need to ask for directions.
The main peak of Qingcheng Mountain towers into the clouds. Although this area has continuous mountains and high mountains, Laojun Pavilion stands out from the crowd and can be seen clearly at a glance.
After spring comes, the days are much longer than in winter.
Under the dim light of the setting sun, the group of people kept running and finally arrived outside Qingcheng Mountain before the sky turned completely dark.
Once inside.
Everyone saw the mountains surrounded by undulating peaks and lush green trees.
The peaks are surrounded by winding paths leading to secluded areas.
No wonder it has been known as "Qingcheng is the quietest place in the world" since ancient times.
The most important thing is.
There are thousands of steps at the foot of the mountain, leading to Laojun Pavilion at the top.
On both sides of the official road at the foot of the mountain, there is an ancient street with numerous restaurants and restaurants, providing accommodation and rest for tourists traveling to and from the mountain.
It is not easy to climb mountains by riding a horse.
The group found a restaurant and took care of the horses. They asked the waiters to feed them well. They also prepared some water and food. After everything was ready, they went straight up the mountain ladder.
It is different from Zhongnan Mountain which is closed in July.
Qingcheng Mountain is popular all year round with an endless stream of tourists and pilgrims.
Even at night, you can still see many people on the ancient street at the foot of the mountain. Judging from the accent, there are people from all over the world, not just Sichuan and Chongqing.
There are even people from outside Guan among them.
However, looking at their appearance, they could not hide their desolate and sad expressions, and they felt like they were strangers in a foreign land.
Most likely they are people fleeing from the north.
Nowadays, it is not just the north, but also the south. Warlords are dividing the country, fighting continues, and the people are destroyed and displaced.
It is not easy to escape and survive.
The group of people was already used to this.
Go through the ancient street and go straight up from the Zhuma platform at the foot of the mountain.
Qingcheng Mountain at night is even quieter than during the day. There is almost no noise except for the chirping of birds and insects. Even if there are occasional people traveling together, they just say hello casually and pass by. , continue on the way.
"Shopkeeper Chen, this Qingcheng Mountain should also belong to the Taoist Cave Heaven, right?"
When the group reached halfway up the mountain and found a pavilion for people to rest and sit down, the old foreigner raised his head and looked around, feeling that The secluded place in the mountains is full of aura.
“Joined with Zhongnan Mountain in the top ten caves, it is the fifth cave, and it is called the Heaven of Nine Chambers of Baoxian.”
“Furthermore, it has been with Wudang, Longhu, Qiyun, Jingfu is collectively known as the Five Immortal Mountains and is of higher status than Taiyi Mountain."
Chen Yulou nodded and responded softly.
The status of Qingcheng Mountain in Taoism is no weaker than that of Wudang and Longhu.
It is said that during the time of Emperor Xuanyuan, there was a man named Ning Fengzi who lived in seclusion in Qingcheng Mountain to practice Taoism. He even taught the Yellow Emperor the art of dragon climbing to control the wind and clouds. The Yellow Emperor built an altar and worshiped him as the father-in-law of the Five Sacred Mountains. Therefore, Qingcheng Mountain is also It is called Zhangren Mountain.
The mountain enshrines ‘Ning Feng Zhenjun, the father-in-law of the Five Mountains’.
In addition, at the end of the Western Han Dynasty, Yin Changsheng, one of the Eight Immortals in Shu, went to the mountains to practice.
This man's attainments in alchemy are extremely amazing.
It can almost be called the founder of the Taoist Danding Sect.
Many classics and ancient methods spread by Taoism were compiled by him personally, such as "Tai Qing Jin Ye Shen Dan Jing", "Zhou Yi Shen Tong Qi", "Golden and Blue Five Phases Lei Shen Tong Qi", " Yin Zhenjun's Theory of the Golden, Wood, and Fire Pills" and "Yin Zhenjun's Five Pills".
Ge Hong, the Baopuzi who is famous all over the world for his golden elixir and yellow and white techniques, is the inherited Yin Changsheng.
However, it was Zhang Daoling who truly established Qingcheng Mountain as a famous Taoist mountain.
In the second year of Han'an in the Eastern Han Dynasty, two years after writing the Twenty-Four Daoist Books, Zhang Daoling arrived at Qingcheng Mountain from Heming Mountain and stayed here to practice and preach.
That is Tianshi Cave.
That’s it.
Taoism really became famous.
Qingcheng Mountain has since become the first of the four famous Taoist mountains.
Countless people come here to practice Taoism.
In the Sui and Tang Dynasties, due to the support of the emperor's family, Qingcheng Mountain in this era was actually the "city of gods and immortals", with palaces and temples on the mountain and numerous high priests.
Xizong of the Tang Dynasty once ordered the Lingbao Taoist Temple to be built in Qingcheng Mountain and the Luotian Dajiao, with 2,400 altar seats.
The best in history.
Although Qingcheng Mountain was not as prosperous as the previous dynasty due to wars or other reasons in the following dynasties, Qingcheng Taoist Gate has never declined in the past two thousand years.
During the Northern Song Dynasty, it became a holy place for the Longmen Sect of Taoism.
Now the Republic of China.
There are also dozens of ancient Taoist temples, large and small, on the mountain.
Even if it is slightly inferior to the scene of hundreds of Taoist temples on Taiyi Mountain, it is still amazing enough.
Therefore, there is constant incense on the mountain.
Among the pilgrims I saw along the way, many of them brought their own incense to the mountain, and even went up the mountain at night, just to burn the first incense at dawn. "No wonder."
Hear his explanation.
The people around him nodded subconsciously.
It’s no wonder that there are so many pilgrims. The inheritance of thousands of years cannot be compared with those old temples in Poguan on the hilltop.
Walk and take a break along the way.
After two full hours, a strong smell of incense spread out, almost blending into the mountains, and from time to time, thick and simple bells could be heard.
Arrived here.
The pilgrims accompanying them were obviously excited and their steps moved much faster.
“We’ve arrived at Jianfu Palace!”
Seeing the looks of astonishment on the faces of Yang Fang and others, Chen Yulou said calmly.
Jianfu Palace was the place where Ning Fengzi practiced cultivation.
Qingcheng Mountain is also his dojo.
It can be imagined that the incense in Jianfu Palace is very popular, and most of the pilgrims come here to burn incense.
Even though it’s dark.
The Taoist temple is still brightly lit.
When they passed the quiet place ahead, they could see at a glance the ancient and majestic Taoist temple, nestled among ancient pines and green cypresses, built against the mountain.
Inside and outside the door.
There are people everywhere.
Many people held lit incense, with pious expressions on their faces, praying continuously towards the statue of Zhen Feng Ning enshrined in the hall, murmuring in low voices.
“Shopkeeper, do we want it?”
See this situation.
Kunlun asked in a low voice.
After all, it is an ancient Taoist temple and the place where Zhenjun practices his cultivation.
“It doesn’t hurt to take a look.”
Chen Yulou nodded.
Jianfu Palace is located on the mountainside, and their destination, Tianshi Cave, is on the top of the mountain. Between the cliffs of the Third Hunyuan Peak, there is only an ancient plank road that can go up and down.
After walking all night, I went into the temple to burn incense sticks and take a rest.
With his instructions.
Naturally the other people will not refuse.
I immediately tidied up my clothes. After all, it was a Taoist and pure place, so it would not be dusty and unkempt.
Cross the front courtyard and cross the stone hall doorway.
The palace is bustling with people.
It is hard to imagine that it has been dark for a long time now, and it is either the birthday of Zhenjun Ning Feng, or there is a ritual like fortune-telling, or it is just an ordinary day.
So many people went up the mountain to burn incense in the middle of the night.
It can be imagined that Taoism in Qingcheng Mountain is flourishing.
There is another reason why Chen Yulou agreed to visit.
The entire Jianfu Palace is shrouded in a layer of refreshing air, giving it an awe-inspiring Taoist atmosphere.
This can only explain one point.
There is a Taoist inheritance in the palace, and there are great practitioners.
That day at Zhongnan Mountain, when he left Xiantai and headed for Aoshan Mountain, Chunyang Palace gave him the same feeling.
However, the former's aura is sharp, like a sword, but the aura here is neutral and peaceful, making people's minds and hearts calm and peaceful subconsciously.
"This..."
The Partridge Whistle, who followed behind and said nothing along the way, was obviously aware of this.
The moment you get started.
The eyes moved slightly, his hands hung by his sides, and his eyes swept around, with a hint of surprise.
"Brother Chen."
"Shhh... let's go in and take a look first."
Seeing him opening his mouth to speak, Chen Yulou just made a gesture of silence.
After all, he came to the door rashly.
They are all practitioners.
They can sense it, and the other party must also be aware of it.
Partridge Whistle nodded secretly.
Seeing the senior brother and shopkeeper Chen acting like this, the old foreigner seemed to have thought of something, and subconsciously put his thoughts away, his expression becoming more condensed.
Following the pilgrims, several people crossed the gate and entered the front hall.
The lights are bright.
A statue of a god several meters high is located in the shrine.
The eyes are bright and the expression is peaceful.
Holding a scroll of heavenly book in hand.
Who is it if he is not Zhenjun Ning Feng?
Several devout pilgrims were kneeling on the futons.
There is wood incense stuck in the bamboo tube on the side. From time to time, people come forward to get it and light it by themselves. The green smoke curls up in the whole hall, and the statue of Zhenjun is even more solemn and heavy.
"Shopkeeper Chen, shall I go get some incense?"
Seeing that several people did not move, Yang Fang didn't know what they meant, so he asked in a low voice.
“Okay.”
Listen to what he asked.
Chen Yulou then looked away from the large ink characters on the top of the hall and nodded.
Wait for the incense.
A few people each took three sticks and inserted them into the incense burner.
Bowing to the statue of the gods can be regarded as worshiping the mountains whenever you encounter it, and worshiping the water when you encounter it.
The others turned around and walked out of the hall.
The old foreigner who was lagging behind suddenly realized that something was wrong. The senior brother and shopkeeper Chen didn't know why, they stopped and stood at the gate.
He was blocked behind him, unable to advance or retreat.
Kunlun and Yang Fang, who went out first, also reacted.
Subconsciously followed the gazes of the two people and looked into the distance.
I saw a bustling crowd of pilgrims.
I don't know when an old Taoist figure appeared.
Looking to be quite old, with white beard and hair. He is wearing a cyan robe that has been starched until it turns white. His long hair is tied behind his head, and he is holding a handful of floating dust in his hands.
The body is thin, but the spirit is very strong.
A pair of eyes are particularly clear.
Right now, I am clearly among the crowd, but I feel like I am standing in a sea of clouds and the weight of the sea is overwhelming.
No matter how slow the reaction of the two people is.
At this moment, we can also understand from the temperament of the old Taoist.
This person is anything but simple.
Compared to the old master who made medicine that he saw on Zhongnan Mountain that day, his aura was even deeper, as deep as a mountain, and difficult to fathom.
"Xiangyin Chen Yulou."
"I've met seniors!"
Chen Yulou was the first to come back to his senses.
Although he had long expected that their group would be noticed by the Taoist priest sooner or later, even he did not expect that this person would come so quickly.
The breeze blows outside itself, leaving no feathers touching.
He is already a Taoist master who has reached an extremely high level of cultivation.
Following his words.
The Partridge Whistle beside him also understood immediately and bowed with his hands clasped in fists.
“Partridge Whistle, I’ve seen the seniors.”
After hearing the senior fellow apprentice and shopkeeper Chen announcing their homes, the old foreigners who were still in the palace couldn’t understand what was going on, and subconsciously Standing on tiptoes, he looked over curiously.
“Fellow Taoists, come to me to build the Palace of Fortune. It is really a flourishing place.”
The dust in the hands of the old Taoist floated lightly, and there was an indescribable sense of coming out of the dust between the movement and the stillness.
Ignoring the partridge whistle, he was obviously wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist bun, but he was a martial artist in the world and just smiled faintly.
"The old road is on the cliff, and I am the abbot of Jianfu Palace."
"Everyone who has come from afar, please give me a brief introduction from the back mountain!" (End of this chapter)
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