From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 184 The Unforgettable

Liang Ziweng shouted a few times and walked to his thatched hut, suddenly his face changed, he pulled away and was about to run away, but his body just flew up and fell to the ground with a thud.

Liang Ziweng found that he couldn't move at any time, and he couldn't even control his breathing in the blink of an eye.

Liang Ziweng quickly thought about the magic and poison in the rivers and lakes, but he didn't know what could control people silently.

Thinking of some possibility, Liang Ziweng shouted again in his heart: Emperor Xuan of Qing is a living immortal, how could he attack me for no reason?It's definitely not an immortal method... Could it be some kind of odorless and odorless poison... But I can't feel the poison either...

Just when Liang Ziweng was terrified, he suddenly felt that his body was able to blink and breathe again. He took a few breaths greedily, and then saw that there were three more people in front of him, a man and a woman.

One of the two women was wearing a violet robe and the other was wearing a white shirt. When he arrived, it was as if no one was in front of him.

Although Liang Ziweng had never seen the three of them, but just one glance made his heart beat like a drum. He stood up and bowed deeply, and said, "Little old man Liang Ziweng pays respects to Emperor Xuan of Qing Dynasty, Lord Chilian Yuan and this heroine."

The appearance of Lin Qingxuan's portrait has long been spread all over the martial arts, and Lin Qingxuan's eyes and bearing are also unique in the martial arts, so it is not surprising that Liang Ziweng can recognize him.

Lin Qingxuan's spiritual sense had already scrutinized Liang Ziweng once, and realized that he was indeed clean-minded and had long since been devoted to kindness, so he smiled and said, "Ziweng, can you still recognize the poor way?"

Liang Ziweng heard the voice and looked familiar. He thought of an idea, but he didn't dare to think about it. He could only suppress the excited thoughts in his heart, and lowered his head and said, "Little old man's blessing is not enough, I have never seen it before. Passing the Emperor's Immortal Noodles."

Lin Qingxuan laughed, then stroked his beard, leaned over and said, "Come closer and look carefully."

The more Liang Ziweng listened to this voice, the more he felt that it was Uncle Mu, whom he had missed many times in his dreams. Then, when he saw Lin Qingxuan, his expression changed, and he said in a trembling voice, "Uncle Mu... Uncle Mu!"

Lin Qingxuan nodded and said, "Yes, Mu Shiba was me back then."

Liang Ziweng was puzzled, but he knew that immortals like Emperor Xuan of Qing would not come to deceive him, so he knelt down and kowtowed, "Uncle, my disciple finally sees your old man again.

The disciples sincerely follow your old teachings, go back to the gates to cultivate well, and dedicate your heart to goodness... It's a pity that I haven't seen your old figure for decades, and I can't find where our Yanxia Sect is... I didn't realize it... ...you turned out to be the Qing Xuan Emperor of the Quanzhen Sect..."

Lin Qingxuan lifted him up with his own hands, and then said, "You don't have to think too much. Back then, I met by fate and got the master of Chongyang Patriarch's younger brother, Zhou Botong, and worshipped Chongyang Patriarch as his teacher, and then I learned Quanzhen Xuangong and became Quanzhen. The true sect of Qingxuan Zhenjun.

When you came back to find me, I was in the Western Regions, and later I went into seclusion to practice immortality, so you and my uncle and nephew have never seen each other. "

Liang Ziweng cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Shi, you can make a special trip to see your nephew. My nephew is so grateful and has no regrets in dying."

Lin Qingxuan smiled and said, "What do you mean by death? You are a disciple of my Yanxia School, and you are destined to be a long-lived immortal in the future. You will go to the cliff of Yulong Peak in Kunlun Mountain on August [-]th next year to find me. I will give you the elixir of prolonging life, and now I will pass on the Sanyuan Haze Transformation of your sect first."

After Lin Qingxuan finished speaking, he took the ethereum transformation and Shenggong as the general guideline on the way he came, and created a Qigong method that is simple and easy to practice, and the most solid longevity method based on the Taoist divine arts such as Jiuyin Shengong and Yuqing Slashing Devil Sutra.

The so-called "Three Walls of Haze Transformation", as the name suggests, means that this miracle is divided into three layers. , after the second layer is completed, it will reveal the color of black and yellow, and when the last layer is completed, it will be orange-red and white.

If you can practice the last change, your skills will be improved, and the more important thing is that every time you practice a change, you will return to youth for three years. After all three years, you will be ten years younger. A brilliant way of longevity.

If Lin Qingxuan was not based on Taisu Huasheng Gong, this method of longevity could not be easily created.

Although Liang Ziweng's skill at this time has not yet reached the realm of a great master, he is also the first-class figure in the arena. Compared with Xiaoxiangzi and Nimoxing, he is still one or two steps stronger. The supreme secret of martial arts does not feel obscure and difficult to understand.

After Lin Qingxuan said the formula, Liang Ziweng realized a lot, and then he practiced meditation on the spot.

After an unknown amount of time, Liang Ziweng woke up when he heard a rooster crow, and realized that it was already late at night.

And in front of him, there is Uncle Qing Emperor Xuan, and there is no one around.

Liang Ziweng secretly blamed himself for neglecting his uncle by focusing only on cultivation, and he didn't even know when the old man left.

At this time, Liang Ziweng's body was full of infuriating energy, and his complexion was green and red.

Just as he was about to get up, Liang Ziweng saw a begonia leaf lying flat in front of him, with a line of fine writing on the leaf that seemed to have been burned with fire.

Carefully picked it up and held it in the palm of his hand to watch, and saw that it was a sentence left by Emperor Xuan of the Qing Dynasty: "Don't forget the appointment next year, in the future, practice well, do good, and don't slack off!"

Liang Ziweng respectfully bowed his head to the leaves to thank him, and then stood up with a laugh, thinking, "It turns out that Emperor Xuan of the Quanzhen Sect is my Uncle Mu.

Haha, that’s right, if it wasn’t for Shishu and his old man, how could the Quanzhen Sect be so successful all of a sudden?

I have heard people say that Emperor Xuan of the Qing Dynasty passed down immortal methods with the great masters in the world in Huashan. I am afraid that my uncle taught me immortality this time to make up for the fact that I was not able to listen to the lectures in Huashan last time.

Next year, I still need to go to Kunlun Mountain to get the elixir. Now the Ming sect is badly damaged, and it can’t fight the beggar gang. If Lu Youjia died under Zhang Yimeng’s hands, the two sects will be mortal enemies in the future. Retreat to the top, firstly to restore vitality, to save the seeds, and secondly to be closer to Yulong Peak, which is seeking immortal medicine..."

Liang Ziweng made up his mind as soon as he thought about it, and then cherished the leaves left by Emperor Xuan of the Qing Dynasty in his arms. Then he walked into the grass hut and called up Baicao Xian and Zhang Yimeng, who were still sleeping, and left Mangshan overnight. Because of Shitai, Yanbo Diaosuo, Deaf and Mute Toutuo, Han Wugou and other Dharma kings, messengers, and elders of this teaching, they turned to the top of the light.

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When Mingjiao completely returned to the Guangming Peak of Kunlun Mountain to recover, the leader of the beggar gang, Lu Youyou, died of a serious injury to his foot. People serve as helpers.

The gang leader that was finally decided was not a member of the beggar gang, but an idle aristocrat who did not care about the government and politics, and inherited the third prince Zhao Yuxu of the king and lord of Runan County.

Since Zhao Yuxu became the leader of the Beggar Gang, the Clean Clothes Sect of the Beggar Sect became more powerful, while the Dirty Clothes Sect gradually struggled to occupy the top positions.

When the beggar gang changed its leader, and the Pure Clothes Sect and the Dirty Clothes Sect were fighting infighting, the Quanzhen Sect was under the leadership of the new leader Ming and the real Yin Zhiping, and the masters of the Zhizi generation gathered in the Zixiao Palace and Leader Yin went to retreat together to practice Taisu Huasheng Gong.

The momentum of one sect and a gang of martial arts in the Central Plains gradually diminished. The Shaolin Temple, the first Buddhist temple, has finally recovered its vitality after decades. In recent years, some disciples and disciples have returned to the rivers and lakes, and there is no need to rely on the southern Shaolin and Xianxia sects. In the name of participating in the arena.

However, the number of masters in the conscious temple has doubled, and they want to open the mountain gate. In today's prosperous age, the Shaolin Temple, where Buddhism is flourishing, has ushered in an uninvited guest.

A handsome and smart girl of eighteen or nineteen years old competed with the old Zen master Wu Shi, who was the first in the Arhat Hall of Shaolin Temple, for more than ten tricks. A lady from an ordinary family, Lao Na admits defeat, and will send the girl down the mountain."

Wu Shi said that he returned the girl's sword.

The girl remembered the purpose of her coming to Songshan Shaolin, took the dagger and smiled: "Old monk without color, it's not that I can't tell you about my origin, but you insult Master Jueyuan, but I don't like it."

Zen Master Wushi looked at the monk Jueyuan who was carrying an iron pole and an iron bucket not far away, and Zhang Junbao next to him, frowning and said, "The matter of this junior brother Jueyuan is not that someone oppressed him, he has the duty of guarding the scriptures. If you lose the original copy of Bodhidharma's original scriptures, you should be punished more severely.

He was in the shackles to carry water, and not to speak is also a commandment passed down through the generations in the temple.Although this is punishment, it is actually of great benefit to the person being punished. When a person does not speak, it is easy to improve their cultivation, and the shackles to carry water can also strengthen their physique. "

After listening to Zen Master Wu Shi's explanation, the girl stuck out her tongue and said, "So it seems that I have a lot of trouble, the great monk Wu Shi, my name is Guo Xiang, I came to Songshan just to find out about my brother Yang and sister. ."

It turns out that this girl is Guo Xiang. She has been walking around the rivers and lakes for many years, and occasionally returns to Chang'an to reunite with her parents.

Guo Xiang always pays attention to the news of Yang Ming and Guo Fu when he travels in the arena It's always unfortunate, never seen.

Since the parting of Huashan, Guo Xiang has not seen her eldest sister Guo Fu and her eldest brother-in-law Yang Ming for several years.

For Guo Xiang, it doesn't matter whether her sister Guo Fu sees or does not see each other. After all, the two sisters have never lived together, and it is not pleasant to meet each other for several months in Huashan.

But as soon as he came out of the ancient tomb, he encountered the omnipotent, unparalleled and handsome brother Yang, who treated him very well.

The more I haven’t seen Yang Ming and Guo Xiang over the years, the more I miss him. When I came to Shaolin this time, I remembered what Brother Yang had said on Mount Hua about him, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, the old Zen Master Tianming, and the first Wuxiang Zen master in the Bodhidharma, Luohan Hall. The first Wu Shi Zen master was a good friend, so he wanted to inquire about Big Brother Yang's whereabouts and see if he could meet him.

As a result, she saw Jueyuan wearing iron shackles and using iron buckets to carry water to fight the injustice. Later, Shaolin monks wanted to keep her daggers in a dispute, which led to Shaolin monks such as Wu Shi and other Shaolin monks.

After hearing this, Zen Master Wu Shi was overjoyed and said, "It turns out that she is the daughter of Daxia Guo and Gang Master Huang, and I have also heard about the name Lao Na, Miss Guo Er. Your brilliant swordsmanship must be the swordsmanship of the Jade Girl from the ancient tomb, right? You look for Brother Yang. Where is he? Is he all right?"

Guo Xiang stayed for a while and said, "You don't know where my brother Yang is. Does anyone know?"

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After a long while, Guo Xiang went down the mountain in a loss, and unknowingly reached the Sanxiu stage, thinking: "Sanxiu, Sanxiu! But I don't know which Sanxiu is? Life has thousands of rests, and there are more than three rests?"

Recalling that he had not met him for several years, knowing that Brother Yang was deliberately avoiding him, and Guo Xiang also knew the meaning of his mother's repeated persuasion, and remembering that he was asking for trouble, Guo Xiang felt sour.

She has thought about it a thousand times in her heart: "Actually, I found him, so what? Isn't it just adding to lovesickness and worrying? It's not for my good that he quietly leads him away? It was nothing but a mirror, but I couldn't think about it, I couldn't help but look for it."

I was thinking about my troubles when I suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves. When I looked up, I saw three horses riding together on the mountain road on the left.

The three horses walked swiftly, and in a blink of an eye they passed by Guo Xiang's side and went straight to the Shaolin Temple. The three horses were all old men in their fifties, wearing blue cloth shorts, and cloth bags with swords on their saddles. .

Guo Xiang's heart moved, remembering what the monk Wulu said just now, the three saints of Kunlun, curiosity instantly overwhelmed his troubles, and thought: I was worried about how to watch the battle between the three saints of Kunlun and Shaolin Temple, so I followed the three of them up the mountain. it is good.

An hour later, Guo Xiang returned to the front of the Shaolin Temple behind a thin, slender man with a long face and deep eyes.

Looking at the man's back, Guo Xiang remembered how Big Brother Yang took him all the way back then.

Although the man walked in front, he kept observing Guo Xiang, seeing that she seemed to be quite sad, and her heart was inevitably dull, so he deliberately said: "Don't worry, the three old Shaolin elders in the Western Regions were rude to you, I would like to humiliate the Shaolin Temple and save face for you."

Guo Xiang smiled and said, "That's not necessary. Shaolin Zen Master Wushi is my friend, so it would be better to have less trouble. Since you are here to preach to Master Jueyuan, you don't need to make extra efforts."

The man nodded and said: "What you said is that the song just now is not finished, I will play it again for you when I look back."

After speaking, the two of them stood in front of the mountain gate of the Shaolin Temple, but they saw that the gate was closed and there was no one person.

Both the man and Guo Xiang were a little curious. They only felt that Pan Tiangeng, Fang Tianlao, and Wei Tianwang, who were from the Shaolin Sect in the Western Regions, were defeated by the man. Now that they had fled back to the Shaolin Temple, Shaolin did not wait for them at this time, which was against common sense.

The man said, "Since you said that Shaolin Temple does not allow women to enter, and you don't want me to make trouble, then I won't go in either. Just ask the monk to come out and say something."

After speaking, he smiled faintly at Guo Xiang and said loudly, "He Zudao from Kunlun Mountain visited Shaolin Temple and has a message."

As soon as these words were finished, more than a dozen giant bells in the temple rang together, and the sound of the dangdang only shook the mountains.

Suddenly, the gate of the temple was wide open, and there were two rows of gray-robed monks walking out, 54 on the left and 54 on the right, a total of [-] people.

Eighteen monks followed, with gray robes covering pale yellow cassocks, all older than the disciples of the Arhat Hall, and they were disciples of the Bodhidharma Hall of a higher generation.

After a while, seven old monks wearing large checkered robes appeared. The seven monks were wrinkled. The younger ones were over seventy years old, and the old ones were over ninety years old. Seven old.

Finally, Abbot Tianming walked out slowly, the first Wuxiang Zen master in the Bodhidharma Hall on the left, and the colorless Zen master in the Luohan Hall on the right.

Pan Tiangeng, Fang Tianlao and Wei Tianwang from the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions followed, and finally seventy or eighty lay disciples of the Shaolin School.

(End of this chapter)