The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 54

the next day.
Zhang Heng went to Qingyun Temple.

Count it up.

Qingyun Guan belongs to the lineage of Yuqing. It is said that it was passed down in the Tang Dynasty and has a history of more than 1000 years.

After a few ups and downs, although there are not Maoshan School, Tianshifu, Quanzhendao, Shenxiao Zong, and Baiyunguan, which are famous, but in the land of the two capitals, it can be regarded as a grand view, and there are many believers.

It's just that it was unfortunate that I came today, catching up with the autumn rain.

When Zhang Heng arrived at Qingyun Temple, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the scene ten meters away could no longer be seen clearly.

"This layman, because of the rain, the road on the mountain is slippery. Our Guanzhu has already instructed that we will not accept pilgrims today. If the layperson has nowhere to go, there is an inn 200 steps to the left. It is only necessary to say that it is a believer in the Guanzhong. You can stay for shelter from the rain and get a free bowl of ginger soup.”

Seeing Zhang Heng coming, the little Taoist priest guarding under the rain pavilion at the mountain gate thought he was a good man and a believer who came to repay his vows.

"This junior brother, I am not a believer who came to repay the vow."

Zhang Heng bowed his head and said again: "I also ask you to report to the spectator, just say that Maoshan Zhang Heng is asking to see you."

"Maoshan?"

The little Taoist priest was wearing a mink robe, and he was not very big, only fifteen or sixteen years old: "Do you have a certificate?"

"Can you recognize this jade pendant?"

Zhang Heng took out the Maoshan jade pendant from his neck.

When the little Taoist saw it, he hurriedly saluted, "Qingyangzi has seen senior brother."

Shangqing, Yuqing, Taiqing, a family of three religions, Zhang Heng came from the Maoshan sect of the Qing sect, and Xiaodaotong came from the Qingyun Temple of the Yuqing sect.

"When Brother Lao went up to the mountain to report, he said that Maoshan Zhang Heng asked to see him."

Zhang Heng looked at the heavy rain outside, and took out two big oceans from the purse at his waist: "Junior brother will go to the restaurant to ask for a bowl of broth when he comes back, so that he can warm himself up."

"Thank you, brother."

Seeing the money, the little Taoist smiled and said straightly, "Brother, wait a moment, I will come down with a stick of incense at most."

After finishing speaking, the little Taoist put on his bamboo hat and went up the mountain in his mino robe.

Zhang Heng watched his back.

If it weren't for the violation of the rules, he really wanted to go up directly. It was so convenient.

It's a pity it's inappropriate.

He came to ask to see the master of Qingyunguan, and he went up in a daze. Hearing him, whether the master of Qingyunguan came out to see it, or not.

It's early in the morning, if you just woke up and haven't groomed yourself, it would be a shame to come out to see him.

See you, everyone is here, go to the main hall and wait for half an hour, you are too big.

Look down and not look up, or you will have revenge.

Therefore, it is not that the relationship is too close. If you come to worship the mountain, if you don't break in directly, you must notify in advance.

If people don't see you, there will be a set of arguments.

See, send someone down the mountain to welcome you. During the time you are walking up the mountain, they also have preparations.

After a stick of incense.

The little Taoist jumped down the mountain and asked Zhang Heng for merit: "Senior brother, originally we were going to sleep and go back to sleep, but I woke up directly."

Forehead.
Zhang Heng knew that he had come at a wrong time.

On rainy days, people can't get their spirits up, and who doesn't want to sleep more in bed.

But he had to come. Since he came to the Tianjin area, he was always in a bad mood, so he should hurry to Changbai Mountain after his business.

"You watchers, what kind of person are you?"

Zhang Heng, holding an oil umbrella, followed the little Taoist priest and asked.

"A watcher?"

The little Taoist thought for a while and replied, "I love cleanliness, and I'm a little narcissistic. People are quite nice, and they're very good at doing business."

"Doing business?"

Zhang Heng was stunned.

Qingyunguan Guanzhu can do business, is this a compliment?
Shouldn't it be said that the line is profound, like a fairy?
Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Zhang Heng did not speak.

Qingyun Temple is located on the mountain.

From the rain pavilion at the bottom of the mountain, there are no more, no less, exactly 360 five steps, which coincides with the art of Zhou Tianxing.

After walking the 360 ​​five steps, the gate of Qingyun Temple comes into view.

At a glance, the Taoist temple has beautiful scenery and many temples.

Unfortunately, because of the heavy rain, the doors of the main hall were basically closed, and pilgrims and Taoist priests could not even see it.

"Senior brother, Guanzhu is waiting for you in the Sanqing Hall. You can go in. I will also go down the mountain to guide the believers."

At the gate of Sanqing Hall, the little Taoist bowed his head and said goodbye.

Zhang Heng returned a salute, and then looked at the plaque with the words 'Sanqingdian' written on it.

Thinking of what the little Taoist priest mentioned before, the master of Qingyun Temple is a person who loves cleanliness, so he closed the oil umbrella and put it outside, and stepped on the foot before entering.

"Fusheng. Infinite Heavenly Venerate!"

As soon as Zhang Heng stepped into the temple gate, he heard a compliment.

"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate."

Zhang Heng stopped and bowed to the statue of Sanqing enshrined in the hall.

After the salute, he looked inside the hall.

When I entered my eyes, I saw a young Taoist about [-] sitting cross-legged in front of the statue of Sanqing, dressed in white, with a white jade hairpin stuck in his bun.

"The poor way is out of the dust, and Tim is the head teacher of Qingyunguan. I don't know what the friend is from?"

Chu Chenzi flicked the dust lightly, with an extraordinary bearing, and at first glance it was a true cultivation of Taoism.

"I have seen the real headmaster."

Zhang Hengjing is the headmaster of Qingyun Sect, so naturally he will not lose his etiquette. He immediately bowed his head and said: "Zhang Heng, a disciple of Maoshan, took the liberty to visit, and I hope that the headmaster is a real person."

After he finished speaking, he entered the main topic, and then said: "Master Teacher, I wonder if your Qingyunmen has a patriarch named Yue Qi?"

"Who!"

The whisk in Chuchenzi's hand was thrown straight out, hitting the candlestick behind him, and even the candlestick enshrined in front of the Sanqing Statue was knocked flying.

"Really, are you?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly, he didn't expect Chuchenzi to have such a big reaction.

"Parkinson's, I haven't heard of it before. It's a kind of hand tremor. Western medicine told me."

Chu Chenzi made a fool of himself and changed into a serious color: "Zhang Heng, right? Where did you hear this name?"

"Is such that."

Zhang Heng put down the bamboo basket and took out a box: "Here is a magic weapon that I accidentally got. It is a golden scissors with the words Qingyun Yueqi engraved on it."

"I think the word "Qingyun" may be related to your Qingyun Temple, so I came to take a look at the time when I went north. If this magic weapon is really owned by your Qingyun Temple, my Taoist sect has the same spirit, and naturally I want it to be returned to the original owner. of."

"Qingyun Yueqi, scissors!!"

Chu Chenzi's face changed for a while.

Just when Zhang Heng thought he had found the right person, he heard his voice change: "I haven't heard of it. I don't have a patriarch named Yue Qi in Qingyunguan, and there is no scissors instrument on the instrument spectrum."

"That"

"You can keep that thing for yourself."

Zhang Heng wanted to say something else, but Chu Chenzi interrupted him: "I think it is also a kind of providence that this magic weapon falls into your hands. I have something to deal with, I'm afraid I won't be able to greet you today, so you can go down the mountain in a while."

(End of this chapter)