The bamboo forest in the early morning is covered with a thin layer of dew, and the sunlight shines on you through the gaps between the bamboo leaves, making you feel like you are in a fairyland. The fresh air rushes towards you, carrying the fragrance of bamboo leaves and the moisture of the soil. The bamboo leaves are coated with a layer of golden color by the sunlight, and the dewdrops on the leaves sparkle in the sunlight, adding a sense of agility to this peaceful bamboo forest. .
Xuanji stretched, opened his hazy eyes, and looked at Huineng and Xiaoqing who were still immersed in sleep. He lazily looked at the sunlight dappled through the bamboo leaves. Today is the third day, and Xuanji has made up his mind. If he doesn't see Medicine King again today, he plans to leave here and go to inquire elsewhere first.
Suddenly, an old voice came from deep in the bamboo forest.
"Where did the baby come from? It ruined my lawn!"
This sound also woke up Huineng and Xiaoqing, and they both looked at the bamboo forest in surprise. deep.
At this time, an old man with white beard and hair and a little hunched back came to a few people like lightning. He squatted down and kept lifting the weeds that were crushed by Xuanji and the others.
Huineng's face turned red and he returned the salute in embarrassment.
"Old sir, we didn't know this was the lawn you planted, I'm sorry!"
The old man muttered while holding on to the weeds: "Although I didn't plant it, this is also the lawn. The gifts of nature cannot be wasted casually."
While talking, the boy also ran over.
"Sir, you are back."
Xuanji was shocked. Is this the Medicine King? Quite different from what he imagined. He turned out to be a rickety old man, thin and hunchbacked, with nothing extraordinary about him.
After hearing what the boy said, Huineng hurriedly called to Xuanji and Xiaoqing. The three of them stood neatly and greeted the king of medicine.
"The disciples are here to visit Medicine King!"
Medicine King lifted up all the downed weeds and then raised his head to look at the three of them.
"You are not sick, why are you looking for me? Is someone in your family sick?"
Xuanji hurriedly said: "Sir, there are no sick people. This disciple is here because I have something to ask you, sir."
After hearing this, King Yao waved his hand.
"I am just a doctor. I live in seclusion in this paradise. I forgive my ignorance about mundane matters."
Huineng looked at Xuan Ji and blamed him for being too impatient. Now that Yao Wang has refused, what should we do?
At this time, the boy had placed a low square table in the open space in front of the thatched house, with four small wooden stools placed around it. Tea was already brewed on the table.
Xuanji didn't look at Huineng's face and just kept talking.
"Since you are so ignorant, sir, how do you know about bloodthirsty beasts?"
Medicine King was startled, but after a moment, his face returned to a calm expression.
"Those are all things in the past, and everyone of my age knows it."
Several people said that they had already arrived at the table, and Xuanji also learned his lesson this time. , did not sit down, just waited for the invitation from the King of Medicine.
Xiaoqing took lotus steps and said softly: "Old sir, we are just here to listen to you talk about the past."
King Yao stretched out his hand and asked everyone to sit down. Huineng chose the seat and gently helped King Yao sit down. The boy filled everyone's cups with tea, then stepped back and stood behind the Medicine King.
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King Yao smoothed his gray beard with his hand and looked at Xuan Ji and Huineng.
"I know what you want to know, but telling this matter may make you re-examine everything! This is also the secret of all famous and decent families."
Xuanji looked excited after hearing this.
"Just say it, old gentleman, we won't tell anyone what you told us."
Yao Wang snorted from his nose.
"What can they do to me?"
Xuanji and others looked at Medicine King expectantly, anxious to hear about the past Taoist grievances and grudges.
Yao Wang looked at the sky, his thoughts seemed to go back to the disputed past.
[End of the upper part]
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[Lower part]
The Central Plains is a vast land. The first pass in the northwest is Luopingchuan. Luopingchuan is like a barrier, isolating the Central Plains from the outside world. Looking further to the northwest, there is a strange and mysterious area, as if it is another world. The land here is barren, there are numerous deserts, and the wind and sand are often raging, bringing endless troubles and challenges to people. Although this land is vast, people's lives are extremely difficult. They have worked hard all year to grow crops, but if the year is bad, a sudden sandstorm will wipe out all their efforts, and no harvest will become the norm. Therefore, in these places, people have to find other ways to survive. As a result, jugglers, charlatans, beggars and bandits began to roam the world. Some people gradually stepped into the Central Plains and were attracted by the prosperity. They never wanted to return to the barren northwest land and chose to wander in the Central Plains or live and work in peace and contentment.
There is a fortune teller in Luopingchuan named Zhou Ping, who comes from the far northwest. He is good at judging people's fate, wealth, talent and other aspects by observing their facial features and hand lines. However, despite his unique skills, his business was extremely deserted and his life became increasingly poor.
On this day, Zhou Ping came to the streets of Luopingchuan again. This is where he makes a living, but now it has become a sore spot in his heart. Because here, he can hardly find any business, and his life becomes more and more difficult..
At this moment, Zhou Ping saw an old beggar in ragged clothes and unkempt hair. This old man is old and his body has become rickety. Today, he also didn't get any food. His face was sallow from hunger and his steps were frivolous.
Zhou Ping looked at the poor old man in front of him and couldn't help but feel pity in his heart. He knew that although his life was difficult, it was still better than that of the old beggar. So, he decided to give the few pennies he had to the old beggar, hoping to help him tide over the difficulties.
After the beggar took the few pennies handed over by Zhou Ping, his face showed gratitude. At the same time, he felt good about Zhou Ping and thought he was a kind-hearted person.
The beggar carefully took out a book from his arms, handed it to Zhou Ping, and solemnly told him: "This book belongs to one of my ancestors, I don't know how many years ago. , a strange book accidentally obtained in a cave somewhere in the northwest. The book records many secrets and methods of cultivating Taoism and becoming an immortal."
Zhou Ping secretly wondered, since there is such a strange book, Why does this beggar still live on the street begging for food? But out of politeness, he took the book, expressed his gratitude and accepted the gift. He thought to himself that if there really was any charlatanism in this book, it might also be a way to make a living.
So, he nodded, thanked the beggar, and then started his busy life for the day. After nightfall, he returned exhausted to the dilapidated temple where he stayed. Feeling bored, he decided to use the bright moonlight outside the window to read this so-called strange book.
Zhou Ping himself is a fortune teller, with a flexible mind and extraordinary cleverness. After reading only a few pages, he was keenly aware that the content recorded in the book was not an ordinary deception. This discovery made him ecstatic, as he realized that the book might contain true mystical power and valuable knowledge.
As he read in depth, Zhou Ping became more and more attracted by the contents of the book. Each page seems to reveal a whole new world, a realm of strange techniques and arcane doctrines. He was immersed in it and studied these ancient and magical words with concentration.
Zhou Ping became more and more excited as he read, and his interest in this book became more and more intense. He can't wait to discover more secrets of this amazing world. At this moment, he felt as if he was in an endless illusory world.
After reading this book, Zhou Ping no longer cared about his physiognomy. Instead, he devoted himself to studying the contents of the book and started practicing according to his own understanding. After a period of time passed, Zhou Ping clearly felt that his body had changed, becoming light and agile, as if he could fly over walls and fly over walls. At the same time, he could also feel a powerful force pouring into his heart, filling his body with endless energy. strength.
After careful consideration, Zhou Ping believed that in this bustling city with people coming and going, it is not aA suitable place for practice. Not only is the environment here noisy, but people's thoughts and behaviors will also have a negative impact on his practice. Therefore, he decided to leave Luopingchuan County and find a more peaceful and natural environment to continue practicing.
So Zhou Ping resolutely embarked on the journey, running all the way to the rural mountains. There, he will be able to stay away from the distractions of the world and have close contact with nature, which will be more conducive to his cultivation.