Chapter 350: The Path to Truth of Fuqiu Temple

"Old, old..."

Master Wangji stroked his beard and said to the two young Daoists and two small Daoist children in front of him: "I didn't feel old originally, and I could live for a few more decades, but as soon as you two came, I felt old."

"Daoist Master's body is still good."

The Junior Xiao Shimei immediately comforted him.

At this time, they were sitting at the door of a large hall, talking while basking in the sun. In front of them were the strange peaks and rocks of Mount Yishan and the rolling sea of clouds. The stairs, palaces, and squares of Xianyuan Temple were all in front of them. Lin Jue even saw a familiar plum blossom deer, walking on the stairs with its head down.

There were also some small Daoists in the square, just at the time of practicing sword, so they were waving iron swords in their hands under the guidance of several middle-aged Daoists, humming and ha-ing.

But there was no sign of young Daoists.

At that time, the group of small Daoists who listened to Master Wangji's lecture in the palace behind, learned the method of calling wind, and competed with each other, none of them were seen.

"This is the path to truth of my Fuqiu Peak, and it should be shared with all the Shixiongs first. I thought it would take a lot of time to copy it several times, and it would be very slow for the Shixiongs to pass it around to practice one by one. Plus, after going down the mountain for a few years, I really miss all the Shixiongs. Studying one by one is ultimately not as fast as studying and comprehending together, so I simply called all the Shixiongs back."

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"How did you make that thing you made before, pigeon tofu, fruit ice powder, mountain loquat ice powder?"

In looking through them one by one!

Not only that, there were many fewer middle-aged Daoist masters.

"Now the world is chaotic, the situation is changing, what are you staying on the mountain for? Only down the mountain can you have your own creation. Staying on the mountain is just clear cultivation."

"Then Eighth Shishu, we practice the Dao and learn magical arts on the mountain, can we become immortals and attain longevity in the future?" Jiyang asked.

"Haven't eaten the food cooked by Little Shidi for a long time."

"That dissolute person, Third Shixiong, I don't know where he is wandering now. I hope he doesn't end up like that Second Shishu, not stopping even when he is seventy or eighty."

"It happens to be the time when flowers are blooming. Why don't we get some wine and food tomorrow and go to the mountain to enjoy spring and flowers again?"

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"Where is Master Wangji?"

Many Shixiongs watched in silence, thinking of the magical arts Lin Jue wrote for them.

The two small Daoist children looked up at him, puzzled.

Hearing Lin Jue ask, the Junior Xiao Shimei reacted and hurriedly turned her head to look left and right.

"Then did First Shixiong tell you to work hard and not be compared by the small Daoists of Xianyuan Temple?" Xiao Shimei asked.

Everyone listened quietly, and their eyes were all on the book.

Only then did they discover that, just as Shixiong said, not a single one of the familiar figures could be seen.

"Only Old Three is missing."

The Shixiongs' time practicing the Dao was longer than Lin Jue and the Junior Xiao Shimei's. After going down the mountain, they each had their own opportunities and creations, and their Dao attainments were naturally very deep. Second Shixiong, who had the highest Dao attainments, didn't even need to see what was written in this book; just from the spiritual aura and mystery on it, he knew it was extraordinary.

"Don't talk about those, talk about business," Fifth Shixiong said.

"Then your master must not have told you that when your Ninth Shishu was repairing the road, she often fell off the cliff, climbed up, and continued to repair," Lin Jue laughed. "So much so that now, sometimes when she fights with big yaoguai and is knocked away, she climbs up with her butt as soon as she lands and continues to fight, and nothing happens."

Lin Jue remembered those middle-aged Daoist masters, and that one by one, small Daoists with different personalities and good or bad talent. When the Corpse Tiger King caused trouble, they also went down the mountain to protect one side and keep it peaceful. The two sides also met in Gong Village and dealt with the Pear Spirit together.

The two sides chatted for a while before saying goodbye.

Pausing for a moment, he said:

Master Wangji nodded repeatedly.

I don't know what they have become now, and what creations they each have.

When thinking left, one dare not speak right.

"I miss it very much!"

The sun in the sky slowly sank to the west, half of the sky became fire-red, and even the sea of clouds below was dyed golden. The walls and courtyards of Fuqiu Temple seemed to be coated with a layer. Everyone ate and drank here, asked about the apprentices First Shixiong took in, talked about things after going down the mountain, and then recalled the past. Although it was not exactly the same as before, it was still happy.

In those years, Daoist Yunhe was still there, but the two Shixiong and Xiao Shimei also went to Xianyuan Temple to listen to Master Wangji's lecture, which was the most important lesson of cultivation.

"What else did your master say?"

Blue book cover, no book title, handmade binding, but it was neat. The wind was strong on the mountain at night, and when the evening wind blew, the handwritten characters inside appeared.

"Went down the mountain! What are you staying on the mountain for? Such a mountain, looking big, is all stones, grass doesn't grow, the places where food and crops can be planted are much less than your Fuqiu Peak, how can you support so many ox-noses whose appetite is bigger than pigs?"

"Master Wangji said that there are many cliffs in Mount Yishan, and there are poems and handwriting written on them," Lin Jue said, slowing down his pace, pointing to the side, where a poem was written on a vertical cliff, looking heroic and having a bit of the demeanor of the Great You. "But now, only the words on the wall remain, and the person who wrote the wall is not seen."

"Do you two know? The stairs from Fuqiu Temple to Xianyuan Temple were repaired by your Ninth Shishu step by step with her hands," Lin Jue said.

The two small Daoist children were stunned when they heard this.

"Master also said it, but didn't say fighting with big yaoguai," the two small Daoist children's eyes were bright, full of surprise and longing.

"Good, good."

Another ten days or so passed.

"Master said, wait for us to read the 'Yin-Yang Sutra' familiarly, and when Xianyuan Temple starts lecturing, call us to come here to listen too," Jiyang said.

Lin Jue nodded and took out a thick book from his arms and placed it on the table.

"Hm." The night wind blew open the book, rustling.

"Can't..."

"You two read the 'Yin-Yang Sutra' well first. You don't have to go to Xianyuan Temple to listen to Master Wangji's lecture, but our two families are on good terms, so it's probably Xianyuan Temple coming to listen to our lecture," Lin Jue said. "You still have to be serious, don't be compared. Our Fuqiu Temple has never lost to Xianyuan Temple."

"An immortal is a person in the mountain. What is called becoming an immortal depends on what is called an immortal. We don't talk about becoming an immortal, only about attaining the truth and the Dao. As for longevity, it also depends on how long is considered long," Lin Jue couldn't help but smile, looking at this small Daoist child whose face was full of curiosity and ignorance. "I also asked my master and Master Wangji similar questions before."

The two small Daoist children were very diligent, spontaneously collected the bowls and chopsticks, and went to the kitchen to wash them.

"Master told us."

Thinking about it now, I am afraid there is another important reason, which is that he was still thinking about another Yin-Yang Great Dao every day.

Everyone said one sentence after another.

"That's what they said," Lin Jue smiled and walked forward. "I didn't say that."

"Anyway, your master doesn't have it, your ancestors don't have it, your Eighth Shishu and Ninth Shishu..." Lin Jue remembered those small Daoists who were also competitive. "Hehe, neither."

Besides the fact that there were more people in Xianyuan Temple, another reason was that Master took the wrong path, Yin and Yang were out of balance. To prevent himself from accidentally leading the disciples astray, Master Wangji was asked to lecture.

"It seems your master told you quite a few things."

"First Shixiong took in a female apprentice, which is also good. After a few years, there will be a stone steps on the mountain. Having a stone steps always feels better," Seventh Shixiong said.

The four Daoists, two large and two small, plus one cat and one fox, then slowly left Xianyuan Temple along the stone stairs.

"Good, good..."

Many small Daoists practicing sword looked at them.

"It means that the people who wrote these words are all gone," Lin Jue explained. "It means that becoming an immortal and longevity are difficult."

Each handwriting inside seemed to contain mystery.

"Really powerful!" The two small Daoist children were nervous and serious.

"Didn't say this."

The peach blossoms hadn't faded yet, but the azaleas on the mountain had already bloomed. Lin Jue returned to Shu Village, and several Shixiongs also returned to Mount Yishan.

"I hung out in the Ju Xian Fu in the capital, and by exterminating yaoguai and demons for the commoners of Qinzhou, I got the opportunity to enter the library. I found an annotation of the 'Yin-Yang Sutra' inside, named 'Yin-Yang Great Annotation.' This annotation, plus the notes Master gave me before he died, I have realized the Great Yin-Yang Method."

This remark hooked Lin Jue's past again.

Lin Jue made a table of dishes, a large basin of noodles, and the courtyard under the tree was full of people again.

When thinking left, naturally there was no time to speak right.

"Hm? Never?"

"Why are there only some seniors and small Daoists in Xianyuan Temple now, what about those Daoist friends of Daoist Yun Yi before?" Lin Jue couldn't help but ask.

"What did they say?"

"Yesterday's."

"Haha," Lin Jue laughed. "It's not time yet. The flowers this year bloomed early, the earliest pigeon leaves haven't grown yet. Wait for this spring to be warmer, I will definitely send some to Daoist Master to taste again."

Judging from the information he knew, for a long time to come, the historical stage of heaven and earth would probably be concentrated in three places: Qinzhou, Huizhou, and the North.

"What do you mean?"

Lin Jue nodded, and the mountain wind rolled the wine and dishes away, and also rolled some flower petals down.

"Master said my attachment is too heavy, which is not good."

"So that's how it is."

Master Wangji said with a smile.

"Master said our two families have been on good terms for generations, and when lecturing, we lecture together. Now Master Wangji is still here, he is older and more powerful than Master, so he told us to come to Xianyuan Temple to listen. When Master Wangji passes away and Master is older, it will be the Daoist friends of Xianyuan Temple coming to our Fuqiu Temple to listen," Jiyin said.

Master Wangji's tone seemed to be confused.

Probably all concentrated in the Huizhou area, right?

Many Shixiong and Xiao Shimei were still sitting around the ancient pine and the wooden table.

After eating, the daylight also darkened.

In terms of number, it was the same as before.

"Ordinary paper and pen, recording the Great Dao, naturally giving birth to spiritual aura," Second Shixiong said. "The Great Yin-Yang Method is indeed extraordinary."

"Is this what Master sought all his life?"

"Attaining the truth and the Dao..."

Several Shixiongs had different expressions, but they were all sighing with emotion.

Then, with the help of the oil lamp, they flipped through it together.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 351 =====