Chapter 7 The monk meets the ghost in the deep temple. Other teachers and friends Fuxi Palace to the saint

Han Shanfu and his uncle crossed the Xunyang River, and then imitated immortals all day long to find a place where they really can go. As long as you hear that there are famous teachers in some prefectures and counties, you will be lazy to recognize them. In a few months, the places you have walked have been eye-opening.

He is naturally intelligent and eager to revenge. Every time he learns some fists and feet, he can immediately become familiar with his heart. However, when he learns art, he hides the matter of marriage and hatred without being told. In the months, he visited and learned the swordsmanship of several famous families such as "Qingping, Emei, and Kuntong". But the more you learn these body prevention techniques. The more I felt that I was getting farther and farther away from the skill of the sword.

On this day, I came to Hangzhou and asked about an old man who lived in seclusion in the bamboo forest of the mountains and forests outside the city. After being like noble relatives, he became a monk halfway and gave birth to crane hair and childlike face. Over time, everyone thought that he was a Taoist fairy and came to seek art all day long. Han Shanfu found the old man's residence and worshipped him. Seeing that the old man was waving in the pavilion and painting plum blossoms, he saw that Shanfu was so sincere, he put down his pen and ink and said, "Poverty Tao does not know any fairy swordsmanship. If you want to learn to draw plum blossoms, I will teach you!"

Shanfu worshipped several times and said, "The child came this time without asking for anything else, just to learn swords. If the immortals refuse to teach me, the child can't afford to kneel!"

The old man raised Shanfu and asked righteously, "There are usually many people who come to ask me to learn swords, but most of them are dung bets and eunuchs. I have never seen such sincere people like you, but the poor Tao is a little bit of swordsmanship. If you want to learn, I can call one or two!"

Shan Fu knelt down again. The Taoist led him to his inner room and asked Shan Fu, "What did you learn?" Shan Fu replied, "I have taught martial arts with those boxers and learned some fur. They are all vulgar disciples of Qingping, Kuntong and other factions. It's really unsatisfactory!"

The old man said, "You practice on the spot and watch with me!" So Shanfu practiced the fur he had learned in the months with the old man. The old man looked at it, shook his head and said, "This is a child's play. You can't practice it anymore. It's time-consuming."

After saying that, he led Shanfu to a room, took a sword from the wall, handed it to Shanfu, and said, "If you want to learn swords, you can close the doors and windows in this room tonight. You can't palm the lamp, but only burn a ray of incense. Try to split the top of the incense with this sword, work hard on your wrists, and your arms don't move. After a long time, you can get a sword. Split the fragrant branch in half! This is the first! Second, use some peas and throw them into the air. If you can quickly lower the sword, you will come back to see me, and I will explain the sword road for you!"

So Shanfu stayed at the old man's place. The matter of cutting incense candles with the sword every day. After practicing for several days, I felt a little irritable in my heart. I wanted to kill with the flying sword I was pursuing and spit out cold light. After all, it was not all the way, so I went to the old man to ask. After listening to it, the old man laughed and said, "What you said about spitting out the flying sword and killing a hundred steps of people are all wild historical myths in the secular world, absurd and unbearable, to be falsely spread. That's all. After all, among mortals, who can do such a strange and chaotic method!" After hearing this, Shanfu couldn't help but feel annoyed, so he had to say goodbye to the old man and swim to Hangzhou.

Lian Yue came to visit his teacher, which made him deeply feel the joys and sorrows of seeking art in the world. The entanglement brought by my aunt in the package was exhausted. Along the way, in order to take a bite of food, she was blinded and mocked by the world.

He became more and more annoyed, but felt that the world was really not as good as the simple villagers of Xianxia Mountain in the past. Then he pedaled to the top of the mountain and wanted to spit out the stuffiness in his chest. Halfway down the mountain, I saw the bustling tourists and pedaling to the top of the mountain. Shanfu was annoyed and refused to fall with the man who wandered in the mountains and rivers, so he rushed forward desperately. On the way, I caught a glimpse of the two people. Seeing the wind under their feet in their words and smile, Shanfu couldn't help following them, but no matter how much they chased them, they couldn't beat them, but they lifted their weights lightly and showed no sign of fatigue. Until he climbed down the mountain, the Confucian-like man suddenly turned around and asked Shan Fu, "What do you always do with us?"

Shanfu said hesitantly, "I'm just traveling in the mountains, and I don't mean to follow you!" The life was very burly. Looking at Shanfu, he shook his head strangely and went away from the Confucian. Shanfuton felt that these two were not ordinary people, but when he thought of the visiting teachers in the past few months, he was not in the mood to follow them again. When I was confused, I followed the way down the mountain, found a food shop and bought some dry food to eat.

Seeing that it was not early, in order to avoid entanglement on her body, she asked the aunt of the shop where there was a temple or Taoist temple here. The aunt told him that there was a temple within a few miles along the path, and Shanfu went to the temple in the mountain.

After walking for a long time, I saw the deep forest, colorful wild colors, strange rocks, and creepy. Since leaving home, Han Shanfu has been willing to live in any kind of mountain forest temple in order to avoid entanglement. Although he is a child, he is resentful, but he is not afraid.

Looking into the mountain from afar, Shanfu seemed to be a dilapidated temple standing in the quiet forest. Walking to the temple, I saw a plaque hanging diagonally on the temple gate, with the three big words "Deep World Temple" written on it. The plaque is old and full of dust.

Shanfu walked forward and saw that there seemed to be footprints on the stone steps, as if someone had just entered, so he gently pushed the temple door. The door made a "squeak" sound and crossed the silence in the mountain forest. Shanfu listened attentively, but he couldn't even hear a wild crow singing inside or outside the temple. He was puzzled. Suddenly, he saw many birds and magpie lying on the ground around the courtyard. It seems to have been dried up by the wind.

He grew up in the mountains and often catches birds to satisfy his hunger, but it seems that he has never seen this situation in the mountains. Suddenly, I heard a voice saying, "This child actually followed here?" Shanfu looked back and saw that it was the Confucian student he met in the mountain. He looked at Shanfu with curiosity.

Shanfu got up and replied, "I didn't follow you two. I just saw that it was not early and wanted to find a place to live, so I found out that I came here." The man with a big face came out of a room and was surprised to see that it was Shan Fu, and then whispered a few words to the Confucian.

The Confucian student greeted Shanfu and said, "In this case, the little brother is predestined with us, but this is not an interesting place. You have to listen to my arrangement, or I will drive you down the mountain!"

Shan Fuxin thought that this temple was not built by your family, and this Confucian student really didn't know why! I saw the man coming out of the room and obviously wanted to occupy the clean upper room. He replied angrily, "You don't have to arrange it. I will find a dilapidated place to live, and I won't disturb your dreams!"

After unloading the burden, he wanted to enter the abandoned hall. As soon as he approached the hall, he felt a splitting headache, his eyes were swollen, and he vomited in an instant. The Confucian student walked to Shanfu's side and stroked Shanfu's back a few times. Shanfu felt much relieved. I only heard the Confucian student say, "The temple in the mountain is very miasma. It's inconvenient for the little brother to live in the palace. It's good to sleep with me. We can also talk about family life!" Shanfu nodded as a promise.

The man chose a relatively clean room. After a brief cleaning, the three of them rested in the room. The Confucian asked Shanfu, "Where did the little brother come from? Why did he go to this deep mountain alone and not be afraid to make the tiger and wolf's midnight snack?" Shanfu lowered his head and saw that the two people's behavior was different. The world was dangerous, but he could not tell each other the truth, so he made up a reason to perfunctory the two. The Taoist seemed to hear the flaws in Shanfu's words, but he also smiled and did not ask. However, the Confucian student was quite interesting, but he kept asking the bottom questions. He said it directly, and Han Shanfu couldn't help laughing secretly in the end.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and there is no rest except for the words of the three people inside and outside the temple.

The Confucian took out a piece of oil lamp from the zi on his back and lit it. With the dim yellow light, the man untied a pair of daggers in his waist and hung it above the indoor threshold. Shanfu was looking at it. Seeing that the Confucius student turned his back to himself, he stuffed something into the zi, and then put it in front of his pillow window. Then he turned around and said to Shan Fu, "It's already night. Let's rest early. Little brother, if you hear any noise in the night, remember not to look up, and don't leave this room, just pretend not to know."

Shan Fu thought that this Confucian student was pedantic. I don't know but I don't know, but how can I pretend to do nothing? And you told me earlier, which proved that something must happen. But he didn't dare to ask more, so he just said. Seeing him agree like this, the Confucian turned around and lay on the bed, and immediately snored like thunder. The Weiwu man was very quiet, and there was no sound in his sleep, which made Shanfu's heart terrible.

After a day's journey, Shanfu was also tired. I wanted to hear what happened and think about it. In this barren mountain, there may not even be a trace of a thief, but what's the matter? Most of them were just the corrupt Confucian's alarmist. Thinking of this, he closed his eyelids and was drowsy. When he slept until the fourth watch, he suddenly heard a sound on the window lattice. Shanfu peeked at the window lattice and saw an arm shaped like a dead branch stretched out and was about to shout. Suddenly, he thought of what the Confucian told him, and he was as if he didn't hear anything and watched it change.

As soon as the thing touched the edge of the zi, I only heard a "pop". There seemed to be a white thing in the zi rushed out, and it was as before in an instant. I don't know where the arm has shrunk.

For a moment, I heard the eaves move secretly, as if there was a white object floating. As soon as I floated under the dagger hanging by the Taoist priest, I saw a cold light flash, and the thing lay on the ground and could no longer move. Then the Confucian and Taoist got up and lit the lamp in the room. Seeing that the man pulled up the dagger on the ground, thorn into his waist, and grabbed the white thing from the ground, Shanfu saw that it was an old and gorgeous woman's dress, and he couldn't help asking, "Brother, can you tell me what's going on?"

The Confucian student brought the gongzi beside him with a smile, opened the gongzi and showed it to Shanfu. I saw a golden dagger the size of a palm in the qi, which was quite exquisite, but when I looked closely at the body of the sword, it seemed to be stained with a trace of blood silk. Seeing that the mountain was puzzled, the Confucian explained, "The two of us are practitioners of Taoism. On this trip, looking at this mountain temple, it looks like a ghost, but it turns out that these two evil obstacles are harming people here."

The Taoist also said, "The clothes on the ground are the relics of a prince's wife in the Han Dynasty. Now the strong man who stolen the tomb has been brought here from the tomb and has become the residence of the ghosts in the village over time. The things outside the window are the tree demons outside the house, because they smoked the aura when the incense in the temple was strong. He also became a monster. These two things are here and specialize in absorbing people's spirits. Previously, because no one has entered the mountain, even the bird magpie in the courtyard has made a belly! What a violent thing!"

Hearing this, Shanfu was suspicious, and he was afraid that he was the blinding method made by Jianghu warlocks to deceive his reputation. The fish belly turned white in the sky, and it was already five o'clock in a blink of an eye. The Taoist and Confucian saw that the sky was slightly white, so they got up and cleaned up and wanted to leave. The Confucian said to Shanfu, "Little brother, we are about to go down the mountain. It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time. You can also go with us!" As soon as Shanfu thought about what happened that night, it was really strange and very scary. He couldn't wait to leave the deep temple immediately and said to the Confucian student, "Since the eldest brother said so, I will do it."

With that, he also picked up the package and came to the courtyard with the Confucianist. He saw a piece of dead wood diagonally upside down not far from the window, and the break of the wooden branch seemed to have been flattened by a sharp weapon. Taking advantage of the light of the sky, the three left the deep temple.

All the way up the mountain, Fu wanted to speak and stopped. The Confucian seemed to see what he meant, but it was not easy to break, so he smiled secretly.

Walking straight to a mountain, the Confucian asked Shan Fu, "Little brother, where on earth are you going to go alone?"

At this time, Shan Fu couldn't help it any longer, so he knelt to the ground and put his parents' tragic death together with this custom. The two were also moved when they heard it.

Shan Fu said, "I have been visiting teachers and learning Taoism a few months ago. All the people I met along the way are ordinary people, and none of them has the ability to escape."

The Taoist nodded and said, "I'm blind because of my teacher!"

The Confucian student laughed and said, "The so-called fairy sword in the concept of mortals is just the sword of the shape, which is not the same as the sword of the monk's qi vein. The morning bacteria don't know how to be obscure, and the summer insects can't speak ice, but it's difficult for them!"

Shanfu said, "Is there really such a sword skill in the world?"

After listening to this, the Confucian student waved to an old pine on the peak a few feet away, and the ginseng pine immediately fell down. Shanfu's childlike heart was still bald, and he was surprised to ask why he had no light.

The Confucian student smiled and said, "If you want to practice until there is light, there is another reason." The Taoist was not willing to show weakness. He roared with his nostrils around the mountains and saw the surrounding mountains and earth turn into dust. At this time, Shanfu knew that he had met a real person, so he fell to the ground and cried loudly and said, "Please accept the child as an apprentice to snow the hatred of his parents!"

The Confucian student helped him up with a smile and said, "My name is Fang Eunshu. That Taoist is my younger brother, called a lying cow Taoist. Just because the two of us went down the mountain gate and returned after going out, we sent some harmful mountain charms along the way. A few days ago, when we saw that you were alone and looked a little murderous, we felt strange, but we couldn't interfere. Now we know that you have a blood feud, this immortal magic can teach you one or two!" After saying that, he led Han Shanfu, and the three of them went on the way to the mountain pass.

However, Zhang Tianbao said that he practiced the day in the Qingxu Valley for more than a few months. From fatigue at the beginning to today's vigorous walking, he felt more and more mysterious. Cliffs and wilds that can't be dangerous now regard them as flat. In addition to vomiting every day, it is to practice muscles and bones, and learn Taoism. Over the past few months, great progress has been made, and even the white-haired Taoist is surprised.

At noon, Tianbao was drawing water by the well in the courtyard and saw Zong Ping riding the dark giant lion coming from the garden with the snow lion.

Tianbao asked, "What's wrong with you today, even these two brothers brought them out?" Zong Ping said lightly, "The master is about to travel, and the two mythical beasts will also go with the master!" With that, he came down from the black lion's back and shook the bell, and the two lions lay obediently aside.

Tianbao asked curiously, "Where does this lion brother come from?" There seems to be no such mythical beast in the Central Plains!"

Zong Ping replied, "They used to be the livestock of the moon mirror fairy in Kunlun Mountain. Just because they lost the bet with the master, they sent these two beasts to the master."

At this time, Ruan Di was in the building, wave to Tianbao and the other two, signaling to go to the attic. Entering the attic and seeing the white-haired Taoist, the white-haired Taoist nodded and said, "In the past few months, Pinger and Tianbao have made great progress in learning Taoism. Tomorrow, I will travel to Penglai Fairy Mountain to find the sea god gold. When I come back, I will refine the flying sword for your three brothers. There is a long way to go, and Ruan'er and Tong'er will go with me. If you two are afraid that the enemy will come looking for the mountain, you two don't have to stay here. Tomorrow, I will take you to your uncle's place in Fuxi Palace to guide me. This time, it is a rare opportunity. Let your uncle give me more advice! How much you can learn depends on the creation of the two of you!"

Zong Ping said, "If I go to that mountain, I would rather stay in my own field!"

The white-haired Taoist smiled and said, "Don't talk too much. You know your uncle's hot temper, but he has no grudges, even those disciples under his seat."

After saying that, he turned his head and said to Tianbao, "Tianbao disciple, you are kind-hearted and gentle, but I am very relieved. If he plays something with your uncle, you should comfort him more!"

Tianbao replied, "Children, remember! The two of us must wait for the master to return safely!"

The white-haired Taoist smiled and said, "I think you have a good temper, but it's the opposite of your uncle!" How about giving you a nickname as a teacher?

Tianbao was happy and said, "How dare you not accept the blessing of the master!"

I saw the white-haired Taoist walking in the room and recited leisurely: "Dao Chong, but use it or not, the abyss, like the sect of all things; frustrate its sharpness, solve its differences, and its light, with its dust,... If the song is complete, if it is in vain, it will be straight, if it is low, it will be full, if it is new, if it is less, if it is more, it will be confused. It is the style of holding a saint for the world. If you don't see yourself, you won't be self-evident, you won't be self-evident, you won't be meritorious, and you won't be self-evident. The husband does not fight, so the world can't fight with him..."

He recited a few words in the Tao Te Ching, and then thought for a little: "If you have no desire to do nothing, how about saying nothing?"

At this time, Zhang Tianbao got the name of "no slander" and thanked his teacher, and his heart was full of joy. The next day, the master and apprentice cleaned up everything and were afraid that the skin would come up the mountain. He only left a note in the hall to warn him. The white-haired Taoist led several disciples to ride a lion down the mountain. After more than half a month, he came to the county seat of Yizhou. The white-haired Taoist said to the disciples, "This mountain is right in front of you. Although you are poor as a teacher, you might as well buy some goods so that you can visit your uncle in the mountains!" Hearing this, several children happily walked to the shops in the city.