015 Baishan

"May I ask if it is the Lingtai View on the mountain?" With a warm smile, he asked a young fairy down from the mountain for advice.

The immortal looked at him and nodded.

He smiled and said, "Thank you!" Go straight to the mountain.

"Hey, I haven't accepted people on the mountain for a long time." Xianmin kindly reminded.

He turned his head and said, "Just go up the mountain to be a handyman."

Xianmin said, "Look at your beautiful clothes. What kind of handyman are you doing?"

He held his hand to express his gratitude and did not answer. He turned around and climbed up the steps step by step. His steps were firm and powerful. The immortal shook his head and went down the mountain.

The Lingtai Temple on the mountain is a very small Taoist temple in the fairyland. There are very few immortals in the temple, and there is no influence in the fairyland. Only a few villages around Lingtai Mountain know about it.

The man in white came to the view, looked up at the plaque, closed his eyes slightly, and took a long breath.

Knock on the door.

The door opened, and a Taoist priest came out. He looked at the man in white doubtfully in plain Taoist clothes: "The time of worship hasn't come yet. Let the donor go back."

He nod his head and said, "Brother Rong opens a way."

The Taoist priest hurriedly said, "I'm not your brother. If you don't accept disciples here, go down the mountain quickly."

He opened the door and walked into the door. The Taoist priest rolled up his sleeves and said, "What are you doing? Go out quickly and don't force me to do it."

The courtyard is not big, there are many trees, upright in late autumn, and the leaves are all over the ground.

The man in white did not reply and took a broom from the side to sweep the fallen leaves on the ground in the courtyard.

The Taoist priest was puzzled and said angrily, "Are you deaf? Can't you hear me?"

The man in white bowed his head and swept the floor without saying a word. He swept a lot of fallen leaves slowly and seemed to be afraid of disturbing them.

The Taoist priest looked at him, got angry and scolded, "It's really deaf. Get out quickly. It's not good to disturb the master." After saying that, he reached out to pull him, with fairy power in his palm.

The man in white is motionless.

This Taoist priest's cultivation has reached the realm of immortal generals. His immortal power is strong. Ordinary immortals will definitely fall when they are pulled by him, but they have no effect on the man, just like his immortal power has never been.

He was surprised and looked at the man in white and said, "Who are you?"

"It's just a fairy." The man in white smiled, looked at the fallen leaves all over the garden and said, "The fallen leaves are so thick that my brother doesn't sweep them."

"Ming Dao, who is outside?" An old voice came from the view.

Mingdao hurriedly winke at the man in white and said, "Lord, go quickly. It's not good for my master to come out."

The man in white shook his head and continued to sweep the fallen leaves.

Mingdao had no choice but to raise his voice: "Master, there is a strange man in Guanli, and the apprentice can't drive him away."

"If you can't drive away, hit it."

Ming Dao got the order and looked at the man and said, "Do you hear me? If you don't leave, I'll do it."

The man in white said, "Didn't you just do it?"

The Taoist priest was a little dead, and he raised his voice and said, "Master, my disciple can't pull him."

"If you can't pull it, use a bright sword."

Ming Dao looked at him and said, "Do you hear me? If you don't leave, I won't be polite." After saying that, the sword formula moved, and a bright fairy sword was sacrificed. The fairy spirit was clear, and the sword was very angry.

The man in white was stunned for a moment, put down the broom in his hand and patted his body and smiled, "Brother, don't be angry. I can go out by myself." With that, he walked slowly to the outside.

Mingdao closed the gate, stood in front of the observation and looked at the sky and the ground. He was not disappointed at all. He blew away the dust on the stone steps and sat on it and fell into deep thought.

Mingdao saw the man in white still outside the door through the crack of the door. He shook his head and returned to the courtyard to pick up the broom and put it aside, and then walked into the view.

The area of Guanli is not large, and there is no worship of Sanqing Daozun, and there is no worship of the ancestors of heaven and earth. There is a green tree on the tribute platform. The leaves of the tree are very large, and ordinary people can recognize it as a green tree at a glance.

"Have you left?" Master's voice came from the hall.

Ming Dao said, "Not yet, sitting outside."

"Sit down and meditate."

The speaker was wearing a gray robe, with only one back, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"Oh" Mingdao agreed to do it on his futon. The small Taoist temple, one old and two Taoist priests closed their eyes, and the green trees on the hall became greener and greener against the sound of chanting scriptures.

Outside the Taoist temple, the man in white thought for a long time and seemed to have no idea of any answer. He sat cross-legged on the stone steps and closed his eyes without saying anything.

Day passed, and night came again.

Ming Dao woke up from practice, put the lamp in the view little by little, and opened the door again. Seeing that the man in white was still frowning and ignored him, he lit the lamp outside the door and closed the door.

The night has passed, and the day has just arrived.

Mingdao yawned and opened the door. Seeing that the man in white was motionless, he still didn't care about him. He took off the lantern and blew out the rest of the candlelight and walked away.

"Has anyone left?" Master asked again.

"No, sit outside." Mingdao is not a good way.

"Patch him down the mountain." Master said.

Mingdao said, "Master, that man is very strange. He doesn't have any cultivation, but there is nothing he can do with his disciple's cultivation."

"It's good if you can't beat the French treasure. Go and get Fengliu."

Ming Dao said happily, "Okay, Master."

......

"You go down the mountain quickly. If you don't take action from my Fengliu, it won't be good to get hurt." Mingdao stood outside the Taoist temple, holding a green wicker in his hand.

The man in white woke up and stood up and said, "Brother, please open the convenient door."

Ming Dao said angrily, "You are looking for hardships. We don't have a convenient door here."

"Brother."

"Don't call me brother. As soon as the wind and willow come out, the wind will come. Don't blame me for being blown thousands of miles away."

"Brother."

As soon as the wicker was displayed, the wind was strong, and the man in white disappeared in front of the view.

Mingdao put away Fengliu and said, "I'm sorry."

In the Taoist temple, the master asked again, "Have you driven people away?"

"Let's go, blown away by the wind willow." Mingdao sat in the hall and grabbed his head.

"Quiet your mind and practice, the magic weapon is something outside the body."

The Taoist priest in the hall still did not turn around, and his voice fluttered in the audience and disappeared into silence. Mingdao moved his buttocks to make himself sit more comfortably and closed his eyes.

The night comes again, and the day passes again.

Mingdao still walked out of the door and took off the lantern as usual, but accidentally found that the man in white who was blown away by the wind and willows sat outside the door again, and his body was still spotless.

"You!" Mingdao is surprised.

This wind willow is one of the three treasures of Zhenguan. One kinetic energy can attract strong winds, sand and stones to blow people thousands of miles away. How could he come back so soon? Mingdao was naturally surprised to see such a scene.

The man in white still smiled and said, "Brother, please open the door of convenience."

Mingdao asked, "You were not blown thousands of miles away. How did you come back?"

The man in white smiled bitterly and looked at his feet. A pair of cloth shoes had been torn.

Ming Dao was shocked and said, "I have traveled thousands of miles in a day. Who are you?" After saying that, he quickly stepped back into the watch and closed the door.

"Master, Master, he is back again." Mingdao ran into the view in panic.

The Taoist priest in the hall remained motionless and said for a long time, "What has changed?"

"The shoes are broken." Mingdao didn't understand why Master asked such an irrelevant question, and said, "What should Master do now?"

"Bear Huomei and drive him away."

"Ah." Ming Dao was shocked.

"Go!"

The fiery plum fell into the hands of Mingdao, which is a bright plum blossom.

The wind willow is placed in the view, but the fire plum is brought by the master.

......

View outside.

"Master told you to go quickly. If you don't leave, I will use Huomei to summon the sky fire, and you will die." Mingdao looked at the man in white and didn't understand what he meant when he came to Lingtai to see. There were many kinds of great views in the fairyland.

The man in white is still the same sentence.

"Brother, please open the door of convenience!"

"Don't blame me." Mingdao was kind and didn't forget to remind him. As soon as he raised his hand and Huomei came out, the fire surged around the man in white. For a moment, the fire dispersed and the man in white fell down in front of the view without any breath.

Ming Dao was shocked and quickly ran back to Guanzhong and said, "Master, he is dead."

The master in the hall is motionless.

Mingdao was very anxious. This was the first time he killed someone and said, "Master, what should I do?"

"It was dragged to the roadside and buried."

The Taoist priest said without any emotion.

Ming Dao quickly walked out of the Taoist temple, dragged up the scorching man, ran to a remote place in the mountain to dig a hole to bury him, and erected a tombstone on it.

The tomb of people in white

Then he said, "Don't complain when you die. I warned you."

Then he hurried back to the view, and his face was still not good.

"Is it buried?" The master asked.

Ming Dao nodded and said, "Buried it."

"Good practice." After saying that, the master stopped talking again.

The day passes and the night comes again.

Mingdao walked out of the gate and lit the light, and hurried back to the view without sleeping all night. The next morning, I stared at the dark circles and opened the door and saw the man sitting cross-legged outside the Taoist temple. He forgot to take back and ran into the view and shouted, "Master, Master, he is here again."

People in the fairyland can easily distinguish between people and ghosts, so Mingdao did not say that he was a ghost.

The master in the hall was still motionless. After a long time, he said, "Go out and see what has changed."

Ming Dao didn't understand what the master was doing, but the master's order could not be disobeyed, so he bravely opened the door. Seeing the man's charred black and white clothes turned into leaves, he quickly closed the door and returned to the view and said, "Master, you are all black."

"What else?"

The Taoist priest in the hall still has no emotional fluctuations.

Ming Dao thought for a moment and said, "Yes, his clothes are gone."

Master said, "Go and wake up Shimu, hit him on the head, and beat him down the mountain."

Ah? Master..." Mingdao hesitated a little. Xing Shimu is the most powerful magic weapon in Lingtaiguan. Can he stand the power of a golden fairy with a stick?

Master is motionless.

Mingdao had no choice. The man who took Xing Shimu and came to the door to look at the dark man said, "Go quickly. There are no people here. There are so many big factions outside. Lao Junguan, Taiyi Hall, Jiuhua Mountain and Kunlun Valley. Any one you find is a thousand times stronger than my spiritual platform view."

The man still smiled and said, "Brother, open the door of convenience."

Mingdao said helplessly, "I'm offended." Pulling out the wake-up wood and hitting it, the stick changes into layers of stick shadows, each with the power of a golden fairy.

I was so scared that I closed my eyes tightly.

After the sound of the stick disappeared, he opened his eyes. Soon the stick flew back from the foot of the mountain and fell into his hand. Ming Dao looked at the blood stains on the stick and shook his head and walked into the view.

This time he believed that the man could not come back, so he took the initiative to say, "Master, drive away." However, after beating him down the mountain, he felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help saying, "Master, why did you accept me when your disciples came here and ask him to do this?"

Master said, "The fate is different. Besides, it's enough for me to have a disciple."

Ming Dao said again, "Master, but the disciple's cultivation is not enough. How to go to Donglu's martial arts competition two years later? I think he is quite powerful. Why not let him go?"

Master said, "Do you think he has a deep cultivation?"

Ming Dao was stunned for a moment and said, "I'm afraid it's only a little more than ordinary immortals."

"That's it. What's the use of him?"

Ming Dao said again, "But he runs fast and the fire won't burn."

"Mingdao! Do you think a stone in the world is useful or the awakening wood in your hand is useful?

Ming Dao suddenly realized: "Naturally, it is useful to wake up." So he respectfully put Xing Shimu beside the master.

A day has passed.

Mingdao walked out of the gate with a little trembling. He was relieved not to see the man's trace. He safely closed the lantern and returned to the temple, continuing his 17-year life.

Another day.

He still looked down the mountain with a little trembling, but there was no one.

Three days later, Mingdao slowly forgot about this matter.

A week later, Mingdao, who was dozed off in the view, suddenly heard a sound from the courtyard and quickly stood up and walked out. The man who had not seen for a long time turned into the view surrounded by a rag. When he saw him arched his hand and smiled, "Brother, please open the door of convenience."

Ming Dao was so scared that he fell into the view and said, "Master, he is back again."

"Come back as soon as you get back. Don't make a fuss." The Taoist priest in the hall still did not turn around and said lightly.

Mingdao looked at him with a pale face and quickly turned around to close his eyes and didn't look at what kind of monster he thought he could not blow away, the fire plums could not die, and Xingshimu could not beat him.

The man shrugged his shoulders and looked at the two people with their backs to him in the Taoist temple, smiled and showed his neat white teeth, picked up a broom and swept to the ground.

All day, there was a sound of sweeping the floor. The man swept very hard and seriously. At night, the floor was swept clean. He took a long breath and seemed to be very satisfied. He found a solid tree and leaned down and looked at the blue sky in a daze.

Mingdao quietly opened his eyes and peeked at the man under the tree. The man smiled at him with his side. Mingdao quickly turned his head and did not look at him.

A large wind blew violently in the courtyard, and the leaves that had just swept together flew all over the yard in an instant. The man wrinkled his nose, stood up, picked up the broom and continued to sweep the floor.

Every time he sweeps the fallen leaves together, a strange wind appears.

In this way, the men swept the floor in the courtyard. Mingdao and his master were motionless in the audience. They did not light the lamp for seven consecutive days, and the sound of sweeping the floor replaced the candlelight.

In the early morning, it felt a little strange that Mingdao did not hear the "familiar" sweeping sound. He opened his eyes and was very curious to see the man sitting under the tree, closing his eyes and throwing a broom aside.

He didn't feel afraid of meeting for many days and said, "Hey, go quickly. If you don't leave, it will be bad if Master is angry."

The man opened his eyes and shook his head and said, "I just want to find a place to live."

For many days, the man finally said another sentence.

Ming Dao was about to speak when the Taoist priest, who was motionless like a statue, finally moved his shoulder and asked, "Why don't you sweep it?"

"What can't he do if you can't sweep it all!" The man laughed.

"Isn't it enough to be destroyed?" The Taoist priest asked.

"It's ruined, it's not useless." The man pointed to the broom beside him.

"It would be good if that was destroyed." Taoist priest again.

"Then I'm not useless." Yang Zifan pointed to himself.

"Have you figured it out?" Taoist priest again.

"I see." Men's way.

"That's good." The Taoist priest's tone eased a little.

Mingdao listened to the answer between the master and the man. He didn't understand what they were doing, but he couldn't interrupt. He could only look left and right. All he saw was the man's never-falling smile and the master's back.

The old Taoist priest stopped for a while and said, "Name."

The man grabbed his head and said, "Yang Zifan."

"Who let you come here?"

"Master."

"Then what am I when you come here?"

"Old Taoist priest, or doctor."

"Are you afraid that I will say it out?"

"Whatever."

The man stood up with a smile and stretched out.

"Open and welcome guests." The Taoist priest suddenly stood up and turned around, but he was a wrinkled blind man.

"Ah?" Mingdao heard it in the clouds, but the master spoke and quickly ran to the front of the view to open the door, and then ran to the inside to light candles and incense burners.

The green tree in the hall is still green under the smoke.

Yang Zifan stood up and walked out of the gate, strode in and came to the temple to take the three columns of incense handed over by Mingdao and inserted them into the incense burner.

Then he looked at the old Taoist priest with his hands on his hands and said, "What's your name?"

"Taoyi"

"To tell the truth."

"I can't tell the truth."

"Then I'll call you blind."

"Whatever you want."

The old Taoist priest seemed to get along well and nodded.

Mingdao touched his head and didn't know what was going on. He couldn't help saying, "Master, what's going on?"

The old Taoist priest said, "The groceries in the view will be made for him. You are the senior brother."

After saying that, he walked in through the side door of the view. His eyes seemed to be blind and did not affect him. He smoothly turned around and disappeared into the door.

Mingdao looked at the man confusedly. The two were silent for a long time before he said, "Yang Zifan?"

The man nodded and said, "Yes."

Ming Dao asked again, "Do you do miscellaneous work?"

"Yes."

"I'm a senior?" Mingdao felt dizzy. A few days ago, he was instigated by his master to burn and beat him, and buried him in the ground.

This...

Yang Zifan saw his mind and smiled, "Don't care if you should give me a suit of clothes. It's very cold."

Ming Dao woke up and quickly said, "Well said, well." He hurried into the view and took out a gray Taoist suit. Looking at Yang Zifan, he was a little embarrassed and said, "The others are not here. Mine seems to be a little smaller, so I gave you a set of master's."

"So there are other people in this Taoist temple?" Yang Zifan took over the Taoist clothes and put them on. They were wide and didn't fit well.