Apart from an uncommon name, Lunwu, there is actually nothing weird about it.

But this is the biggest weirdness.

The old master asked: "When Chen Pingan bought the mountain, why did he choose Luolu Mountain?"

Chen Lingjun chuckled and said: "There is a saying here. I heard Pei Qian secretly say that back then, the master first fell in love with two mountains, one was Pearl Mountain. It cost very little, just a gold fine copper coin, and the other

This is the Luolu Mountain where our Patriarch Hall is now located. The master spread out a map of the mountainous landscape at that time and didn’t know what to choose. As a result, a bird happened to fly by and dropped a piece of shit on the map, which happened to fall on it.

On Luolu Mountain, haha, I laughed to death..."

The old master smiled and asked: "Is there an old saying in the small town?"

Chen Lingjun rubbed his face vigorously and managed to hold back his laughter, "The master is really willing to say anything to Pei Qian, the founder of the disciple. The master said that when the old man Yao, the master of the kiln, took him into the mountains to find soil, he said

There are supernatural beings in the mountains and rivers, and there are gods three feet above the head. Anyway, my master believes in this the most. But the master also said it back then, and he later speculated that it might be the intention of the national master."

The old master nodded. Chen Ping'an's guess was the truth. It was indeed Cui Chan.

Of course, abjection is not a good word, but if it could be given a definite word, the meaning would be completely different.

The reason why Cui Han spun out Cui Dongshan, who had an out-of-control personality, was that in addition to the big plans that had come to light, he actually hid a more interesting method, which was to use another self, maybe to use one or two key words.

Opening a certain kind of restriction is like a letter from home, sent to yourself in the future years, to help remind yourself at what stage, moment, node, what should be said and done. Just like Taozu walked out of the Lotus Cave this time

, after leaving Qing Ming Tianxia, ​​he 'talked to himself' early, and had different questions and answers with some destined people who he had already seen the future, but who had not come to him for the time being. They all evolved in the cave, and were meticulous.

By inference, it has been settled long ago.

Haoran Xiuhu, this time invited the founder of the three religions to sit down. One person asked, and the three dispersed.

Of course, this does not mean that Cui Chan's mind, Taoism, and knowledge are higher than those of the founders of the three religions.

It's like the founder of the Three Religions has thousands of choices. Cui Chan said that the path he helped choose can be proven to be the most beneficial to the world. This is the undoubted contingency. Then you three,

To go or not to go?

When he reached the stone arch bridge with no more hanging swords, the old master stopped and looked down at the river. Then he looked up slightly. Beyond the green cliff by the river in the distance was the place where the straw-shoe boy and the ponytail girl met for the first time.

Fish, one watches people catch fish.

How many small fish are swimming happily in the clear water, fighting for the fish to transform into a dragon, and the eternal dragon gate is seen again in the world, with purple, gold and white scales vying to jump.

Chen Lingjun sat down on the edge of the bridge, with his feet dangling in the air and his arms folded across his chest. He raised his head and asked, "Holy Master, what were you looking at inside the house over at Mud Bottle Alley?"

The old master clasped his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "A child who was frightened by poverty and panic, in order to survive, dried the fish and ate them all, leaving nothing behind. He ate them completely and wiped them clean, quietly."

A helpless child in Mupin Alley, he first learned how to cook medicine from the drugstore clerk, then learned how to climb mountains and water from Liu Xianyang, and then learned the art of porcelain firing from old man Yao of Long Kiln, and learned boxing from boxing manuals.

I learned to write by relying on Lu Chen's prescriptions. After leaving my hometown, I still looked at the world cautiously. I continued to learn from others how to behave in the world, and learned as many skills as possible. Every kind of recognition from the heart, every time

Careful self-realization and self-cultivation are both a kind of silent growth. At the same time, he will do his best to continuously give back to the world. The young Chen Ping'an once told others that he will learn everything good, and in the end

, even Wu Shuangjiang and Zheng Juzhong’s art of dismantling all things and human hearts is still being learned by the young hermit officials in their forties, and Chen Ping’an will probably be like this in the future.

The old master looked at the river and asked: "The term "world" was first used in the Buddhist language "Jie". What if we follow the interpretation of the word "World" by our Master Xu?

Chen Lingjun said with a mournful face, "Holy Master, don't glance at me again, I definitely don't know."

The old master raised his finger and pointed at the fields beside the river, and said with a smile: "The fields are a place where crops are grown, with criss-crossing roads. The old scholar once said that people are born with desires. If you don't get what you want, you can't stop asking for it. Ask for it.

But if there is no division between measures, we have to fight. Listen, is it a very clear line? So the final conclusion is that human nature is inherently evil, which is where etiquette comes from. The knowledge of the old scholar is still very real.

, and if you were the ceremonial saint, wouldn’t you be happy to hear that?”

Chen Lingjun felt extremely ashamed and said, "Holy Master, I haven't studied enough. I don't understand anything you ask. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Books don't last long. There will be plenty of opportunities to read them in the future. Don't read them in vain."

The old master patted the little boy in blue on the head, and after comforting him, he also gave a word of advice, "The journey is not far from the people, don't suffer in vain."

Chen Lingjun was confused and didn't care. He would remember what he heard before speaking.

The old master said kindly: "Jingqing, you can go about your business on your own, there is no need to help lead the way."

Chen Lingjun plucked up the courage and asked, "Would you like to go to Qilong Lane for a drink? My master is not at home, I can help him drink a few more bowls."

The old master shook his head and said with a smile: "Drinking now is not a good thing. Don't be obedient when you get an advantage. This is a good habit. Don't worry, I'm not talking about you, but us Confucians."

Chen Lingjun took a few steps back and bowed respectfully to the Holy Master. Then he turned around and ran down the stone arch bridge. He did not dare to directly ride the wind and return to Luopo Mountain. He planned to go to Qilong Lane to meet Brother Jia for a drink to calm down his shock.

The kid in green clothes had already run far away. He suddenly stopped, turned around and shouted loudly: "Holy Master, I think you are the most powerful. I don't understand how powerful you are. Anyway, it's just... this!"

Chen Lingjun raised his arms high and gave a thumbs up.

The old master smiled and nodded, which was very comforting.

Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things, time is the passerby of hundreds of generations, and we are also travelers on the road. Sad and bitter? Strange and fortunate.

Crossing the water to look at the flowers, I arrived at Jun's house without knowing it. I said goodbye and thanked you.

The old master bowed to the whole world to express his gratitude, which was also a farewell.

A Taoist monk walks against the wind and flies high towards the sun and moon, which is calm and good.

People in the world pursue freedom because they are not free, hoping that next time the sea of ​​hardships will turn into a field of blessing, everyone will have enough food and clothing, and the sound of books will be heard everywhere.

Finally, the Holy Master took a look at the back alley in the town.

The small alley is called Mud Bottle Alley.

Heaven is moving in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly improve himself.

A flower blooms from the mud. Isn't it wonderful to make a vase with your own mind and the flower blooms outside the vase?

I believe that the other two people traveling through the town also view that one in the same way.

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The old temple owner glanced sideways at the mountain road, and it looked like a white cloud falling from the green mountains.

In addition, there was a female martial artist walking down the mountain. The young man in white was circling around the woman, shouting, jumping, and performing clumsy fist and kick moves.

The woman was probably used to it, so she turned a blind eye to his troubles and went down the mountain, walking around and throwing punches.

The old patron was too lazy to look at Cui Dongshan anymore. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and there were two more things in his hand, a token talisman sword cast by Longquan Sword Sect, and a safe and sound plaque issued by the Great Li Punishment Department. The marks were rough and the carving work was rough.

Rustic.

As for where these two things came from, God knows.

The old temple master held the talisman sword with both fingers and squinted his eyes to examine it. Sure enough, it contained an ancient sword technique that was not easy to detect. Qi practitioners with insufficient realm were destined to not be able to see through this.

As for what is meant by insufficient realm, of course it means that it is not enough for the Fourteenth Realm Qi Practitioner or the Ascension Realm Sword Cultivator.

It's just that the sword skills are incomplete. If you want to make up for it, maybe

Five or six talisman swords are still needed. However, regardless of the price of the talisman swords, as long as someone has the intention to do this, it will be a hugely profitable business. How can you make money? This sword technique alone is enough.

The key to allowing a swordsmanship sect to gain a firm foothold in the world is that the threshold for this technique is low. As long as you are a swordsman, you can practice sword training step by step without having to be very qualified. In terms of killing power, the rank of the sword technique is not high.

But it is stable to practice. Therefore, the larger the sect, the more it values ​​this type of Taoist secrets.

Cui Dongshan jumped up high on the steps, turned sideways, and settled down beside the table. He shook his two snow-white sleeves, looked up and said to himself: "Autumn is about to come, the autumn wind clears the autumn moon.

Ming Dynasty, the autumn clouds are full and the sky is empty, and the autumn water falls on the lotus."

Then he put away his gaze, first looking at the old cook, and then at the old spectator who was no stranger to him. Cui Dongshan said with a playful smile: "The autumn water is coming, and hundreds of rivers are flowing into the river. It is so vast that it is difficult to distinguish between cattle and horses."

Zhu Lian laughed it off, saying it was a bit unworthy of a beating.

Cui Dongshan turned his back to the table, sat down on the bench, raised his feet and turned around, asking: "The mountains and rivers are far away, the clouds are deep and the roads are secluded. Where did the old Taoist master come from?"

Zhu Lian was eating melon seeds, thinking that he was an old patron, so he would probably hit someone.

The old temple master sneered and said: "Everything in the world has cracks. Everything you see in your eyes, even the invisible golden body of the god, even the Taoist heart of the cultivator, is not a complete one. This path,

There is no way to go. No matter how hard you Cui Chan spends his life, you still can't find it. It is doomed to be in vain, otherwise why would the founder of the three religions come here. If Tao and One were a real thing, wouldn't it mean that the world would be turned upside down again."

Cui Dongshan complained: "What a bastard, I am Dongshan."

The old spectator laughed.

Cui Dongshan shook his shoulders and muttered words, like a master in a school, "Besides, is the Tao close? The eye cannot see eyelashes. Is the Tao far away? The truth is when you touch it. The sage is close? The sages are haunted. The sage is far away? The understanding is

god."

The old temple master smiled and said: "Back then, Cui Chan still looked like a scholar. If you had been this virtuous back then, Pindao can guarantee that you won't be able to leave the Lotus Root Blessed Land."

Cui Dongshan patted his chest, as if he was scared.

The old patron took a sip of tea and said, "If you know how to be a daughter-in-law, you can hide it from both sides, but if you are not a daughter-in-law, tell both sides. In fact, it is often difficult to hide things from both sides."

Wiping the table with his sleeve, Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said, "Senior, what you said is inappropriate."

Seeing that this guy continued to act stupid, the old spectator turned to look at the woman walking along the steps and asked: "Is this the boxing disciple you selected?"

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "I'm not a registered disciple. Besides, if a woman learns my three-legged cat skill, it won't be beautiful."

The old temple owner disagreed and asked the woman: "Your name is Cen Yuanji?"

Cen refers to a small and high mountain, describing the appearance of mountains, rocks, cliffs and steep banks. Yuanji is a secular brocade machine, and poets have a metaphor for moving the shadows of flowers.

Lu Chen always does whatever he wants. He likes to fish for big fish for a long time, but it doesn't matter if he can't catch it.
To be continued...