Huang Ting

Late at night, Maoshan finally lost the bustling crowds and bustling crowds during the day, and it became quiet again.

There was no one in the empty and solemn palace, except for the bright moon reflected on the pool-like courtyard, the flickering candlelight, the unhurried green smoke, and the towering tower sitting on the top of the mountain after a busy day.

The statue of Laojun.

At this moment, Maoshan finally has a bit of the purity of a Taoist temple without the chaos of silk and bamboo, and without the labor of eucalyptus and tablets.

Yang Ming, the headmaster of Shangqing, carried a flashlight and wore a Taoist robe, and patrolled the Taoist temple to see if there were any naughty Taoist boys who were disobedient and wandered around in the middle of the night. At the same time, he also enjoyed this rare peace.

Nowadays, Maoshan is famous far and wide, has a constant popularity, and has many tourists, but it has also lost a bit of its purity. People from the Qianyuan Tourism Bureau are planning to put on some kind of light show and night tour at the Chongxi Longevity Palace next year.

In fact, Yang Ming didn't have much objection. It was all for food. It was not easy to maintain the style of Maoshan Taoist Temple.

The Shangqing Sect is a group of homebodies. As long as it doesn't disturb their Qing Dynasty in the back mountains, they don't bother to care about anything else.

Moreover, the chaos of the mortal world in Qianshan can actually temper the Taoist heart of Shangqing disciples.

Outside the door is the prosperous world of mortals, with bright lights; inside the door is the green mountains of the world, with rough tea and food.

If you can walk from the outside to the inside of the door, then your character has been fully tempered.

"Head!"

Yang Ming wandered around the various halls and met two Shangqing Taoists wearing Taoist robes patrolling.

When the two Taoists saw Yang Ming, they didn't feel strange. As long as they had worked night shifts a few times, they would have known the Taoist's habits and bowed to Yang Ming calmly but respectfully.

Yang Ming nodded: "Fakui, Chikui has worked hard tonight. If you find anything special, please go back and rest early."

"yes,"

Originally, Shangqing did not arrange patrols at night, but since the three corpses of Quanxing and Tu Junfang broke into Maoshan and searched the disciple list twelve years ago, Yang Ming arranged for at least five to be awarded.

The disciples of the Sixth Grade Talisman, Gaoshang Shenxiao Baolu and Taishang Dongyuan Secret Rui patrol to ensure the safety of young disciples.

After the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Zhengyi's "Tiantan Jade Grid" divided the Taoist priests of Zhengyi into nine grades according to their cultivation and moral character.

The Celestial Master receives the highest grade, the True Treasure of Shangqing Cave, and the first entry is awarded the ninth grade of Taishang, the Three and Five Capitals.

According to the orthodox theory, Lingyu is the fourth-grade Shangqing three-hole and five-thunder urn, a high-gong mage. As the master of Shangqing, Yang Ming ordered the second-grade Shangqing Xuanzhen treasure urn.

The masters of each sect will judge whether the disciples are qualified to receive the burial ceremony, and the examination usually takes several years.

Being able to receive 瓓 means that the teacher believes in his character and ability. When he is promoted to the first level of 瓓, he also gains the qualification to learn more advanced techniques in this sect.

It's a pity that there is no god in this world, and there is no heaven. The so-called acceptance of the urn means that it has been prepared by the gods, which is also nonsense.

From Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace to Yuanfu Wanning Palace, after wandering around like an old janitor, Yang Ming wandered to the last stop with a flashlight.

Behind Yuanfu Palace, at the top of Jinfeng Peak, in front of Qianshen Nunnery, is the nine-story ancestral altar.

It's a pity that this ancestral temple was newly built on the original site, not the original building. The original building was destroyed due to the war.

The Zongtan Temple is not as luxurious and solemn as the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace in the front yard. It is a majestic palace with fine carvings.

On the contrary, it is very simple,

Blue bricks and ancient tiles, cornices and copper bells.

The Zongtan Temple does not need external decoration, the souls enshrined inside it already make it sacred enough.

During the war years, Maoshan served as the pre-war headquarters, so the Zongtan Temple enshrines the ancestors of Maoshan, including the souls of those who died in the war.

After Yang Ming visited the courtyard every day, he would come to the Zongtan Temple to offer a stick of incense to his fellow apprentices before going to rest.

Sniff!

Before entering the courtyard of the Zongtan Temple, Yang Ming discovered something was wrong. Although he practiced the "Shangqing Dadong Sutra", in terms of physical training, he was not as good as his fellow disciples who practiced the "Huangting Sutra".

But after all, he is a leader of a sect and has strong skills. Even when the distance is less than ten meters, he can still detect abnormalities in the Zongtan Temple.

Yang Ming smelled that in addition to the smell of candlelight and sandalwood, there was also a new smell mixed with it.

It tastes like beef noodles.

An outsider broke into Zongtan Temple!

Although Yang Ming was a little surprised, he didn't feel worried.

Although the Zongtan Temple is very important to the Shangqing Dynasty and is one of the spiritual symbols of the Shangqing Dynasty, there are no other precious items in it except the ranking of the ancestors and heroes.

Even the list of disciples that was originally placed here, after the Tu Junfang incident of breaking into the mountain gate, Yang Ming placed it in his study for safekeeping.

The other party broke into Maoshan and did not go anywhere else. He came to Zongtan Temple alone, fearing that he might not have other plans like Tu Junfang.

With this suspicion in his mind, Yang Ming secretly held the yellow talisman on his sleeve in his hand just in case. As if he had found nothing, he opened the door and entered the Zongtan Temple as usual.

But he didn't expect that the situation inside the house was different from what he thought.

There were no thieves rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and no conspirators were busy pretending to be mysterious, waiting for Yang Ming to open the door and enter.

There was only one young man who looked familiar to Yang Ming. He knelt respectfully in front of the futon on the altar. In addition to three pillars of fragrant eucalyptus, there was also a bowl of beef noodles in clear soup.

"Are you Shugo?!"

Looking at the skin, Yang Ming didn't recognize who it was, but looking at his energy, Yang Ming guessed who the young man in front of him was.

Hu Xiuwu respectfully kowtowed to Wu Dechang three times, then stood up and held the Ziwu salute to see Yang Ming: "Uncle Master, long time no see."

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"I wanted to visit you after offering incense, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

Looking at the tall and handsome young man in front of him, his energy is high, his aura is rich and unfathomable.

Yang Ming couldn't help but sigh: "Senior brother, a scholar of heaven and earth, actually made the impossible possible, allowing you to survive successfully."

"Xiuwu hasn't been back to the mountain for a long time. How long do you want to stay when you come back this time?"

Yang Ming's tone was very kind, but his psychology was actually very complicated. He not only hoped that Hu Xiuwu could come back, but he was also worried that once Hu Xiuwu came back, he would inevitably bring a storm to the Shangqing.

He had also heard the news about Zhang Chulan and the origin of Qi Ti. Hu Xiuwu had always abided by the agreement with his master and kept a distance from Shangqing. There must be a reason for his sudden return to the mountain this time.

Hu Xiuwu wrote lightly: "This is not my first time on the mountain. In the past two years, every time on the anniversary of Master's death and the Ghost Festival, I will come and offer a stick of incense to Master."

Listening to Hu Xiuwu's tone, this seems to be a trivial matter, but in fact it is extremely difficult to do.

You must know that the last time I tried to sneak into Shangqing, I was discovered and almost killed. It was Quanxing's long-famous master, Sanzhi·Tu Junfang.

But Hu Xiuwu sneaked into Maoshan several times to offer incense to Wu De, but no one noticed him like a wisp of breeze blowing by.

Especially during the Hungry Ghost Festival every year, a large number of believers and lay people come to Maoshan to offer incense, pray, and pay homage to the deceased. In order to prevent accidents, Shangqing will be on high alert at this time of year and work with secular inspectors to ensure the safety of pilgrims.

But even so, no one has ever discovered Hu Xiuwu, which means that his perception is far superior to that of everyone on the mountain, and he can float away before anyone discovers him.

Yang Ming knew very well that if Hu Xiuwu, who was carrying the "Huang Ting Jing", had gotten rid of his own shortcomings, then Hu Xiuwu's cultivation would probably have surpassed him.

Hu Xiuwu didn't show up several times before, so his sudden appearance this time must be a plan.

Hu Xiuwu said respectfully: "This disciple returns to the mountain this time because he wants to ask for something."

Yang Ming smiled and said: "What is it? It's not like you want to invite the Four Treasures of Zhenshan back."

Maoshan was once given eight treasures by the Song Emperor, but due to the war, only the jade seal of the Nine Elder Immortals, the imperial jade gui, the ha inkstone, and the jade talisman of the Emperor of Heaven were left.

These four treasures are all rare magic weapons, and their status on Maoshan Mountain can be compared with the three or five male and female evil-killing swords of Master Zhang Tian of Longhu Mountain.

Hu Xiuwu shook his head: "Of course not. What I want to ask for is the "True Spirit Industry Bitmap"."