Chapter 412 A trip to Qingcheng

"Aren't there some alchemy predecessors in Tianshi Dao, Maoshan School and other sects? If you don't invite them here, maybe it's not necessarily possible to refine them into elixir. The dust-empted Taoist priest did not die. He knew that Master Dongming was already one hundred and eighteen years old, and ordinary people had already been ancient. He is still alive today, mainly because he has been practicing all year round, and even practicing the nine levels of Qi.

But even so, as the age grows, the vitality gradually withers, and it has come to the end of the oil lamp. If you can't refine it into a foundation elixir and break through to the foundation period with the elixir, you can't escape death after all.

"Can you think that you can't think of being a teacher? It's just that since the catastrophe 400 years ago, the road has fallen, the aura of heaven and earth is poor, the talents of all factions have been reduced, and Taoism has been lost. Among the Taoist friends I know, they are almost the same as teachers, but they can't help. The Taoist priest Dongming sighed, and his voice echoed in the secluded bamboo forest, which seemed to be getting more and more old.

The Taoist priest knows that what his master said is true. Now that the road has fallen, the Taoism has been lost, and the number of people who really practice is pitifully small, not to mention that he is comparable to his master. This was also the reason why the Taoist priest Chenxu and others knew that Zhang Weidong was also a fellow man at the last martial arts conference, so they immediately promoted him to a confidant.

"Speaking of the Taoist friends I know, I think of a person who I met when I went to the martial arts conference last time. Although he is young, he is a man of Taoism. The medical skills are very skillful. The disciple sighed that he was far inferior to him, and he also took out a bottle of potion during the conference, which was made of magic medicine. Maybe he would have a unique opinion on alchemy. Taoist priest Chenxu's heart suddenly moved and he thought of Zhang Weidong.

The elixir is also a medicine, and it is also a special medicine that directly refers to the source of human life. Therefore, a monk who knows alchemy is often a person with good medical skills. Chenxu Taoist priest is the second disciple of Dongming. He has mastered his true Taoism and medical skills. He actually said that his medical skills were far inferior to Zhang Weidong, and said that Zhang Weidong had used a charm into medicine. Even though his mind had already reached the state of the ancient well, he couldn't help saying, "That man's medical skills are really much higher than yours, and he once used a charm into medicine?"

"Yes, Master, the man's name is Zhang Weidong, which is a secular practice. The disciple once discussed medical skills with him and thought he was far inferior to him. As for the potion, at that time, Zhang Ziyou, a heavenly master, wanted to spend a lot of money to buy the prescription. Later, he knew that it was put into the medicine with a charm, so he had no choice but to give up. The dusty Taoist replied.

"If that's the case, you might as well invite him to visit Qingcheng. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people in the same way. No matter whether he can help as a teacher or not, if he has the opportunity to make friends and sit together to discuss the way of heaven, it will be a great pleasure in life. Taoist priest Dongming stroked his white beard and said slowly, with a trace of desire in his eyes.

Although he has lived 118 years, he should be contented, but if he has the opportunity to live longer, how many people are willing to give up?

"The disciple will call him now." Seeing that Dongming had the intention of alchemy again, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

It's just that when he grew up, he was a monk who lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests to avoid the world. Unlike Maoshan Tao Jibin, he smelled a little copper, and he was different from the monks who had a lot of contact with the secular world. He didn't have any mobile phone on his body. As for his If you want to make a phone call, you have to go to the Shangqing Palace in Qianshan.

"Go." The Taoist priest Dongming waved his hand.

The dusty Taoist road made the Taoist salute to the master, and then went all the way out of the bamboo forest path to the courtyard in front of him. When passing the old Taoist priest lying on the rattan chair, the dusty Taoist priest respectfully called his uncle.

The old man opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the dusty Taoist priest, then sighed and closed again. His whole body seemed to be much older. Obviously, although he is in the courtyard, he can roughly know that the elixir has not been practiced by the change of the breath between heaven and earth.

Although the Taoist priest Chenxu exaggerated Wei Dong in front of his master, he actually had no bottom in his heart, so when he saw Uncle Dong Yun Daochang sighed and did not dare to mention Zhang Weidong's matter, so as not to be happy in the beginning.

After leaving the back mountain Taoist temple, Chen Xu went all the way to the Qing Palace on the front mountain.

Shangqing Palace is located on the first peak of Qingcheng Mountain, about 500 meters from the peak. The Shangqing Palace was built in the Jin Dynasty. The existing temple was built during the Sizhi period of the Qing Dynasty. There are cliff stone carvings such as 'the fifth mountain in the world' and 'the first peak of Qingcheng'. In the palace, Li Laojun, the ancestor of Taoism, was worshipped. There were statues of Laozi and 5,000 words of woodcuts in the Tao Te Ching, as well as Ma Guchi, Mandarin Duck Well and other legendary relics. "The dust was in the Shangqing Palace. When the Taoist priests in the palace saw the Chenxu Taoist priest coming,

The dust-virtual Taoist priest just nodded slightly until he saw a Taoist priest with a thin face, white beard and a fairy style, but his eyes occasionally flashed a trace of cunning eyes before he stopped.

This Taoist priest is the disciple of the Qingcheng School in charge of foreign affairs. He saw that Shu Chenxu, the eldest teacher of the school, looked at him and hurried over.

"Uncle, do you have something to do with me?" Changzhen asked respectfully.

Chen humbly thought that Changzhen's nephew was responsible for foreign affairs all year round. He was really smart. He just looked at him, and he could guess that he was looking for him.

The dusty Taoist priest thought to himself, but his mouth was not idle. He said, "Do you have a mobile phone with you? Use it for your uncle first."

"Yes, there is." Hearing this, Chang Zhen hurriedly took it out of the Taoist robe, and then took out a mobile phone, which turned out to be the latest Apple.

Although Chenxu Taoist priest had a lot of contact with the secular world, he just couldn't use this mobile phone, so he had to ask Changzhen to dial for him. After dialing, Changzhen respectfully handed the mobile phone to Chenxu Taoist priest.

On Thursday, Zhang Weidong was surprised that the Chenxu Taoist priest of the Qingcheng School would call him.

After a few words of greetings on the phone, Zhang Weidong took the initiative to ask, "Is there anything wrong with Brother Chenxu calling me?"

"I don't know Wei Dong, do you know the art of alchemy?" Hearing the words, he came straight to the point and asked.

"The art of alchemy?" Zhang Weidong moaned when he heard the words.

The true scriptures of the five emperors are vast and all-encompassing. The art of alchemy is naturally recorded, and Zhang Weidong has also seen some of them. It's just that those medicinal materials are very rare and precious, and some of them have not even heard of them. In addition, Zhang Weidong's five elements in Dantian breed each other, and the speed of cultivation is very fast. At present, there is no need for the help of elixir, so I have not considered the matter of refining elixir at all Thoughts.

"I know a little about one or two, but I have never refined it." After Zhang Weidong pondered for a moment, he told the truth.

Nowadays, Taoism has been lost, especially the art of alchemy, so there are fewer monks who know the art of alchemy, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as rare. Chenxu came to Zhang Weidong as a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Unexpectedly, Zhang Weidong said that he knew a little or two. He couldn't help saying with great joy, "It doesn't matter if you haven't practiced it. To be honest, poverty has never been practiced."

"Brother Chenxu, I'm a little confused. What's the matter with calling me today?" The more Zhang Weidong listened, the more confused he said.

"It's like this. Dong Mingzhen, the poor master, has recently encountered difficulties in alchemy and wants to find his peers to discuss one or two. It's just that now Dandao has lost so much that it's hard to find a peer. Thinking of you once put a charm into medicine, he thought that maybe you knew some alchemy, so I called you. I didn't expect you to really know alchemy. The dusty Taoist priest explained.

Zhang Weidong was already a cold-hearted person. Hearing this, he had fully understood the meaning of the emptiness. In addition, with the depth of his cultivation, Zhang Weidong also began to want to know more about the world of cultivation. Hearing the words, he did not hesitate to say, "If you can discuss one or two with real people, naturally ask

Although it is a discussion, after all, it is his own request for others. Seeing that Zhang Weidong did not give up at all, and his words also took care of the face of the Qingcheng faction, he couldn't help but say gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Zhang. The faster the time, the better."

"Then I'll check the flight situation first. If there is a flight in the afternoon, I will leave in the afternoon, otherwise it will be tomorrow." Zhang Weidong is very straightforward.

Seeing that Zhang Weidong was so enthusiastic, he became more and more grateful. He hung up the phone after a few polite words.

Zhang Weidong was accompanied by the dusty Taoist priest the next afternoon to the dilapidated Taoist temple in the back mountain of Qingcheng.

The white-haired old Taoist priest Dongyun was still lying lazily on the rattan chair, but when he saw the dusty Taoist priest accompanying a strange young man, his eyes opened slightly, and his two sharp sword-like eyes shot straight from the slightly open eyes to Zhang Weidong.

The old Taoist priest of Dongyun is only eight layers of practice now. In the eyes of others, he may be a master of Taoism, but compared with Zhang Weidong's golden elixir period, it is 10 thousand miles away, not to mention that Zhang Weidong still has five golden elixirs of gold, wood, water, fire and earth

When Zhang Weidong saw the old Taoist priest Dongyun looking at him, he just smiled faintly and hugged him slightly: "Zhang Weidong has seen Dongyun Zhenren."

The cultivation of the old Taoist priest of Dongyun has been cultivated eight layers. The two eyes just now seem to be casual, but in fact they seem to be substantial, with a sharpness that directly points to people's spiritual thoughts. Not to mention that ordinary people should be panicked under these two eyes, even if the cultivation reaches the realm of dust and deficiency, A trace of disorder.

When the old Taoist priest Dongyun saw that Zhang Weidong was accompanied by Chen Xu, he expected that Zhang Weidong must be a descendant of the same Taoist, so he secretly tried it. Unexpectedly, Zhang Weidong was all right. Obviously, his cultivation was higher than Chen Xu. The wrinkles on the calm and thin old face couldn't help rippled like water lines because of the surprise in his heart. He had also stood up and said to Zhang Weidong, "I didn't expect that the Taoist friend was so young and promising. I was so offended just now."

"The real person's words are serious." Zhang Weidong smiled and said.

"The old way is a little unfavorable to stay here. I don't know if Taoist friends are willing to accompany the poor way?" Dong Yun looked at Zhang Weidong with great interest and asked.

So young and cultivated, Dongyun has moved his curiosity.

Seeing that Uncle Dongyun, who had always been silent, suddenly proposed to fight with Zhang Weidong, he couldn't help but set off a wave in his heart.

Although the dust master knew that Zhang Weidong was a native of Xi Dao, he never thought that his cultivation had reached the level worthy of his uncle's initiative to compete.

If so, wouldn't it be much better than him?