Chapter 17 Laoshan Taoist

Wang Shusheng, the county, ranked seventh in his family. His ancestors have been officials for generations. Since he was young, he has worshipped the art of martial arts. He heard that there are many immortals in Laoshan, so he picked up his luggage and went to visit.

To the top of a mountain, you can see a view, which is extremely quiet. Pushing the door into the hall, a gentleman sat in front of him with white hair, his eyes were sharp, and his demeanor was extraordinary.

When he came forward to talk with him, the Taoist priest had a hilly chest, and his dictation was easy to reason, and he was very mysterious. The scholar was overjoyed and asked the Taoist priest to accept himself as an apprentice. The Taoist priest smiled and said, "The benefactor is spoiled. Can he suffer?"

The scholar said, "I can bear hardships, I can bear hardships." The Taoist priest stopped talking.

In the evening, Taoist apprentices gathered in the hall and ordered the scholars to kowtow one by one and said, "These are all your brothers. From today on, you will stay in the view."

The next morning, the Taoist priest called the scholar to come and give him an iron axe, and told him to go up the mountain to cut firewood with his brothers. The scholar Nuonuo took the order. After more than a month, the scholar cut firewood every day, grinding out callosers with his hands and feet. He was too tired and secretly retreated.

This night, the scholar came back from cutting firewood and saw the two friends in the Taoist temple drinking with their master from afar. It was already dark. There were no lights and candles in the hall, and it was getting dark around.

The Taoist priest took out a pair of scissors, cut the paper with a knife, cut out a round of mirrors, and pasted it on the wall.

Suddenly, the paper mirror emitted soft light. The moon was bright all over the window, which made the whole house bright, and the hair could be seen. I saw the disciples in the room running around and serving, looking respectfully.

A guest said, "It's a beautiful night. It's better to have fun alone than to have fun together." After saying that, he took the wine pot on the table, gave it to the disciples, and told him, "But you don't have to be polite to drink freely. You must get drunk."

Wang Shusheng thought to himself, "Seven or eight people, how can a pot of wine be enough to drink?"

The disciples each look for wine glasses and compete for wine, lest they have enough wine. But it's strange to say that you have a cup, I have a quick drink, and the pot is full of wine. Full, but there is no decrease.

A few times later, a guest said, "Although there is a moonlight, it's better to call Chang'e to accompany you." He threw the bright moon with chopsticks in his hand, and saw a beautiful woman coming out of the middle of the moon, less than a foot long, and her feet fell to the ground, and her body soared, gradually becoming as tall as ordinary people.

The beautiful woman's slender waist twists and swings, dancing in beautiful clothes, and dancing and singing "Immortal, but still? And I'm in the cold!" Immortal, you left alone, why did you confide me in the Guanghan Palace?)

The voice is clear, like a flute. After singing, the beautiful woman hovered up and jumped to the table. The disciples were surprised that the beautiful woman had turned into a bamboo chopstick.

The Taoist priest laughed with his friends, and another guest said, "Although the banquet is very happy, it is very powerful. How about going to the Moon Palace to have a cup of wine?"

As soon as the voice fell, the three of them moved to the middle of the month. The disciples looked up. The master and his friends looked leisurely. They sat in the middle of the moon and meditated, and their eyebrows appeared, just like a shadow in the mirror, with every move, clear and clear.

After a while, the moonlight was dim, and a doorman lit a candle. Under the candlelight, the Taoist priest sat alone at the table, and the two guests were nowhere to be found. The cup and plate on the table are in a mess. As for the bright moon on the wall, it has been returned to its original shape, but it is just a piece of paper-cut.

The Taoist priest asked his disciples, "Have you drunk enough?"

The disciples said, "That's enough."

The Taoist priest said, "Then go back to bed. Don't delay cutting firewood tomorrow morning." When the disciples heard the words, they retreated one after another.

When the scholar saw such a fairy art, he envied the surprise and immediately gave up the idea of going home without thinking.

In a blink of an eye, another month passed, the scholar was still cutting firewood and chopping firewood every day. He was unbearable. However, the Taoist priest did not even teach a spell, and he couldn't hold it. So he went to say goodbye to the master and said, "The disciple came a hundred miles away to learn Taoism. Even if he can't practice immortal immortality, at least he should teach me a little magic. However, in the past few days, disciples have either gone up the mountain to cut firewood or went to bed. The disciple used to be at home, and he had never suffered so much.

The Taoist priest smiled and said, "I have already said that you can't suffer, as expected. You can go back tomorrow."

The scholar said, "My disciple has worked hard for many days. If there is no merit, there is hard work. Please be merciful and pass on to me a Taoist method, which is worthwhile."

The Taoist priest asked, "What magic do you want to learn?"

The scholar said, "Every time I see my master walking, I walk through the wall like walking on the ground. It's enough to ask for this skill to teach me."

The Taoist priest said, "Are you going to learn how to penetrate the wall? OK, I'll teach you." At present, he taught the formula, ordered the scholar to recite the spell, pointed to the wall, and said, "Let's try it."

The scholar's test according to his words, the wall is blocked and cannot be penetrated.

The Taoist priest said, "Blow your head and make great progress. Don't hesitate."

The scholar nodded, a few feet away from the wall, rushed quickly, and passed by. He only felt that the wall was empty. Looking back, he was outside the wall.

The scholar was overjoyed and went into the room to thank him. The Taoist priest said, "When you go home, you should be clean, otherwise the spell will not work." Give it to the scholar and send it back to his hometown.

The scholar returned to the mansion and boasted to his wife, "I know fairy magic, through the wall, no effort." The wife shook her head and didn't believe it. The scholar decided to perform. Now he walked to the wall and rushed into it. He only heard a bang. The scholar hit his head against the hard wall, shouted miserably, and fell to the ground.

His wife picked up the scholar to watch and saw a big bag of eggs on his forehead, and he couldn't help giggling. The scholar's face turned red and he was ashamed. He hated and scolded the master: "This old Taoist priest, it turns out that he has no good intentions. It's really not a thing."