Chapter 1847 The gray line of the grass snake, the dark veins thousands of miles (6)

My master was very helpless. Judging from his expression, it was obvious that he didn't believe some of my guesses. After all... they were too jumpy and unconstrained.

"You, you, it seems that those heavenly officials in the past have really left such a deep psychological shadow on you that you have begun to doubt everything you have experienced in your life. In the words of the current doctors, this

what do you say that is?

Persecution paranoia!

Yes, it’s persecution paranoia!

Jingzhe, this is wrong. The Heavenly Officials of the Wei family are ruthless in their behavior and are indeed suspected of harming their descendants. It is good for you to be vigilant, but being too vigilant means that you are restless and restless. How can you practice Taoism?

"

My master explained to me with a melancholy look on his face.

I drooped my head: "I admit that I have been a little nervous since I read Yang Yao's memory, but since I have questions, I have to make bold guesses and verify them carefully. After confirming them, I will naturally not be distracted.

I’m restless, Master, please let me see those records.”

"Oh, that's all, come with me!"

My master was so entangled by me that he couldn't help it, so he went to the ground wrapped in cotton clothes.

My master raised his head, his expression was calm, there was no trace of tears, and he pointed to the futon opposite: "Sit down and watch."

My master's tone was a bit sad: "When your master transcribed it... he was already very old, and the second year after he transcribed it... he passed away. Those things now were left behind more than 20 years ago. It should be

It’s still relatively well preserved, so there’s no need to copy…”

I responded feebly. It was already past midnight. Who would have thought that the first thing I would do this year would be to pay New Year greetings to a dog...

"No."

I called softly.

I thought to myself and then opened the book.

I responded, and just when I lowered my head and sat down, I heard a faint sigh coming from the side.

My master walked to the offering table. Behind the offering table, under the shrine, were several wooden boxes. Inside the wooden boxes were some scriptures. In fact, they were some scriptures used by Taoism to preach. If the incense was in full swing, these things would have been

It should be used for the publicity of good men and women.

"My master... probably misses his master.

I subconsciously asked: "Isn't this... here with you? Don't you keep some of the important scriptures of our Zhenwu Temple in your room?"

If there hadn't been a roof above my head blocking the sky, I would have subconsciously looked up at the sky at this moment - look, there are many cows flying in the sky, which is even more spectacular than the wild buffalo herds running on the African savannah!

For the first time, I realized that when practitioners brag, it has nothing to do with scholars!

Time passed by minute by second, and the only sound left in the hall was the sound of my master and I turning the pages of books.

"Your elder boasted something full of loopholes and asked you to advertise it widely. Do you blush?"

"As your master said, you can't burn it with fire, right? Those are all things written on paper. They will rot after a few years, so they can only be copied again."

My master said angrily: "Back then, your master said that a group of old men were fanatical about utilitarianism. In order to recruit more followers, they compiled their own inheritance history. How could they still look like indifferent outsiders? They worked all day long.

, regardless of saving a few more people, he actually ponders these useless things every day and compiles such a bunch of origins full of loopholes. Reading this makes his disciples blush and wish they could find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

A little water stain suddenly fell on the scroll.

This should be the upper part, which talks about the origin of Qingwei Dao. Well... it is the part related to Yuanshi Tianzun.

It's a pity that I have never met his old man. I heard that he has been carrying a medicine basket to treat illnesses and save people all his life. I guess he is a very kind old man!"

"I haven't copied it..."

My master opened one of the wooden boxes, rummaged inside for a long time, and then changed to the next wooden box. Apparently he didn’t even look at these things himself, and even forgot which box the thing was in, and rummaged through it for three or four times in a row.

He finally took out two yellowed thread-bound books from the bottom of a wooden box.

However, when he sat on the futon and opened the book, he got into it faster than me. I took a closer look and saw that the thread-bound book was written in regular script with elegant handwriting. My master was gently stroking those words.

Font, bow your head and say nothing.

I sneered and said: "This...isn't it?"

My master turned to the next page and said while reading: "I remember your master told me that our Zhenwu Temple is a branch of the Qingwei Taoist temple, and the main temple is in the south. At that time, the main temple in the south was Li Shaowei!

"

"This... I probably can't say it out loud."

After watching it for a while, I finally understood why my master sneered at this.

I scratched my head: "Then why do you still need to copy?"

"That's it."

My master was very dissatisfied with me for kicking him out in the middle of the night: "When your master copied it, I was by his side. Originally I wanted to read it, but after picking up a page and looking at it a few times, I couldn't read it.

Go down, you are so bragging, your master said, don’t read, there is nothing interesting to see, the only thing that is credible is that our Zhenwu Temple was moved here due to the war, and he also said that he would wait for me to copy it later.

It's best to just close your eyes and act like a tool, and don't take it personally, otherwise you won't be able to sleep at night when you feel ashamed."

This is the origin of the saying "Qiudao Xiaoyao Mountain."

"The records here are extremely strange!"

This is what your master said personally and as your master when he was copying those things."

If the thing does not originate from the ancestor, the disciple cannot damage it, and I will burn it completely with fire.

I was shocked and looked up: "Did you find anything?"

My master paused and then said: "The legendary founder of our Qingwei sect, Zu Shu, once worshiped Xu Xun as his disciple. The place where he met Xu Xun was in Xiaoyao Mountain!

Li Shaowei went to Xiaoyao Mountain. It said that he was following the example of his ancestor Zu Shu, hoping to meet Xu Xun in Xiaoyao Mountain.

"happy New Year……"

My master shook his head: "Who would read those things? There are so many words, but few of them are true."

Naturally, we don't read the scriptures in these wooden boxes, so the wooden boxes are just decorations. No one is too lazy to touch these things on weekdays. At most, when they are sweeping, they come in and wipe the dust on them.

My master looked at me sideways.

He didn't have any hope, obviously he had to read it at night by candlelight because of me as a disciple.

While I was talking, my master had already led me to the door of the main hall and opened the door with a "squeak".

I was stunned for a moment: "Does Xiaoyao Mountain have any explanation?"

My master pointed to a sentence in the book and said: "This is about a man named Li Shaowei who lived in Qingwei Dao during the Southern Song Dynasty. This man once went to Xiaoyao Mountain..."

My steps stopped abruptly: "So, Master, you haven't really seen those things until now?"

Just when I was feeling drowsy after watching it, my master suddenly said "eh".

I couldn't help but feel happy: "Then when you copied it later, did you write it with your eyes closed?"

"Legend has it that Xu Xun once traveled to famous mountains with the writer Guo Pu, once stopped in Xiaoyao Mountain, and finally lived in seclusion there."

"A group of founders forced themselves to put gold in their faces, and then compiled the history of the sect's inheritance. What kind of important scripture is this?!"

But there are no good men and women in Zhenwu Temple. As expected, since I came here, the first person who actually came to offer incense was Li Jianglong...

My master handed me a copy and said, "Go and close the door, and we, master and disciple, can read it separately."

"Master..."

I still don’t understand: “What then?”

Under the altar table, a dog was licking honey. Who else could it be if he wasn't a prisoner? When he saw me coming in, he raised his head and grinned: "Have a great New Year!"

"Crack."

I understood it all at once and said in a somewhat excited tone: "In other words, our Zhenwu Temple moved here probably under the order of Li Shaowei, the founder. Li Shaowei once imitated Zu Shu and went to Xiaoyao Mountain to pursue Xu Xun and seek enlightenment.

,Right?

Then, what happened next?

Did Li Shaowei meet Xu Xun again in Xiaoyao Mountain?!"

…
Chapter completed!