I am immortal

The wind blows through the world, and the willows sway to both sides with ripples like waves. In June and July, the world is the busiest time. The city of Zhongzhou Fucheng is still towering, especially the main city tower, standing here like a silent beast. , facing the human world, a group of warriors wearing hard-wearing armor are arrayed here.

The cornices at the highest point are raised, and there are statues on both sides, which are pictures of mocking the wind and pepper.

These two statues, who had a friendship with Qi Wuzhuo two years ago, are still chatting in the world, talking about the rising and setting of the sun, the blooming of flowers in spring, the white snow in winter, and the golden everything in autumn. They occasionally quarrel, and occasionally It's been years since I was angry, but I don't feel tired at all.

It was sunset today, and the sky was flowing with gold. Chaofeng seemed a little bored, so he yawned and said to the world: "Ah, I didn't see that little Taoist priest today."

Jiao Tu retorted almost instinctively: "Little Taoist priest?"

"There are too many little Taoist priests in this world!"

"There is a little Taoist priest on this mountain, and there is a little Taoist priest on that mountain. After decades, the little Taoist priest on this mountain has become an old Taoist priest. After the old Taoist priest comes down the mountain, he will drag a little Taoist priest up the mountain. Then after a few decades, the young Taoist priests turned into old Taoist priests."

"This new old Taoist priest will still bring a little Taoist priest up the mountain. The little Taoist priest you mentioned didn't come. Which little Taoist priest is it?"

These tongue-twisting words seemed to make Xiao Feng faint. He felt like stars were popping up in front of his eyes, spinning around his head. The one here is called a little Taoist priest, and the one there is called a little Taoist priest. One of them is called the old Taoist priest. Chaofeng himself hesitated and stammered subconsciously:

"Ah? Of course, that, the little Taoist priest in the old Taoist priest's family, no, the little Taoist priest will become the old Taoist priest?"

Jiao Tu suppressed a smile and said:

"Yes, yes, the little Taoist priest is the old Taoist priest, and the old Taoist priest will bring out a little Taoist priest, so that means the little Taoist priest is the old Taoist priest, and the old Taoist priest is the little Taoist priest. What you want to ask me is, who is the little Taoist priest? Or an old Taoist priest? Are they the old Taoist priests of the future or the young Taoist priests of the past?"

Xiaofeng was completely stunned:

"Ah? Ah? Is it an old Taoist priest or a young Taoist priest? Is the old Taoist priest a young Taoist priest?"

"What I'm looking for is both an old Taoist priest and a young Taoist priest?!"

When he was at a loss, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Jiao Tu over there, grinning widely. He immediately paused, and then a burst of anger suddenly rose, and he said angrily: "Okay, okay, are you kidding me?" ?!”

"Jiao Tuqi is here to make trouble with me, right?"

Jiao Tu was not straightforward but very angry, saying: "What are you looking for? Don't slander me. Have you forgotten about the little Taoist priest before? He was the one who came two years ago!"

After laughing at the wind, I remembered the little Taoist priest who would often climb up and sit on the tower of Zhongzhou City with raised eaves, watching the sunset and talking to them. That little Taoist priest was responsible for the disaster of Zhongzhou two years ago. After that, he waved his hand and left. Two years have passed since then, and I don’t know how the little Taoist is doing now.

Jiao Tu originally wanted to find trouble on purpose, but after mentioning the little Taoist priest who would come to chat with them, and thinking of those days, he felt sad when he turned the page and sighed.

The two spiritual statues sighed together.

Chaofeng sighed: "I wonder if he is okay? Has he become a great real person?"

Jiao Tu sighed: "Yes, I wonder if he is okay? Has he become a great real person?"

It was quiet for a while.

The two dragon statues looked at each other and said angrily:

"Huh? Are you imitating me again?!"

"Shit, you are obviously imitating me!"

Both Jiao Tu and Jiao Tu were furious and started arguing again, just like they did every day and every year in the past.

And the wind blows through the world, blowing through this Zhongzhou Fucheng. The rebuilt Fucheng can no longer see the traces left by the disaster two years ago. People are still living lively. The river that runs through the entire Fucheng is unhurried. , flows through every city in the world, and also flows through that mountain.

From the hillside, you can see the prosperity of the entire Zhongzhou Fucheng.

There is a Taoist temple on the mountain.

There is an old Taoist priest and a young Taoist priest in the Taoist temple.

The young Taoist priest said to the old Taoist priest in front of him seriously:

"teacher."

"I want to go down the mountain."

The old Taoist priest who was chatting could not catch his breath and almost choked to death on the disciple's words.

He almost choked on the noodles and came out of his nose. He coughed violently for a while before he finally regained his breath. Shaking his hands, he ran away and threw the taboo garlic head out of sight of the statue of Sanqing Daozu. Then he said: " you say--"

"What?!!"

………………

The little Taoist Ming Xin has no father or mother. He was rescued by the old Taoist when he traveled down the mountain. Whether his parents have passed away or were abandoned, this always means that his relationship with his parents has ended.

The Taoist sect is also a monastic cultivator like the Buddhist sect, but the Taoist sect specializes in looking for people with weak kinship in the sect. The old Taoist priest immediately brought this little guy back. He liked his disciple very much, and almost felt that this It was given to me by heaven, and even the Taoist title was mixed with some selfish motives.

Taoist disciples cultivate their mind and name them Mingxin, which shows their love and respect.

The old Taoist never expected that after his disciple finally made himself a bowl of noodles, the next thing he said was that this kid was going to run away.

The old Taoist put the noodles next to him and put the chopsticks up so that the two chopsticks were aligned with each other. Then he looked at the young Taoist in front of him. The little guy was very well-behaved and sat there with a low eyebrow. But the old Taoist priest knew that this boy had made up his mind and even nine cows could not be pulled back.

The old Taoist now does not look like a gifted Taoist priest, but more like an ordinary old man. When he heard that his child was going to travel far away, he felt worried in his heart, afraid of any danger, and almost instinctively wanted to keep the child. People around me subconsciously objected:

"So, did something happen to you? Why did you say you wanted to go down the mountain?"

"How old are you?"

He looked at the disciples who had grown rapidly in the past two years, paused, looked away without changing his expression, and said seriously: "Think about it, Master Qi Wuhuo, at your age, you are also practicing in the mountains. No one is going out."

"Didn't you always say that you want to learn from your Uncle Qi?"

"How come it's only been so many years and you've changed?"

In the past two years, the old Taoist priest has always used Qi Wuhuo, a child from another family, to teach Mingxin.

Tried and true.

No matter how stubborn the calf nose is in front of him, if he uses this trick, there will definitely be no problem and he will be obedient.

But this time it seems to be of no use.

The little Taoist priest said clearly: "I am fifteen years old."

After a pause, he added: "Uncle Qi came to our Zhongzhou and settled in our Yang Yang Temple when he was my age."

The old Taoist priest suddenly choked.

There was a pause, and then he slapped it on the table, making a crashing sound.

Old Taoist priests know deep down in their hearts that their disciples should go down the mountain and travel around the world, so that they can grow. How can Taoist disciples attain the Tao if they don't go to the natural world and indulge in peace and indulgence?

At that moment, my heart softened, and I had the idea of ​​letting the little Taoist priest go down the mountain, but I still said stubbornly:

"So what if I'm older?"

"Can you compare with your Uncle Qi? There are too many people in this world who are just old and have nothing else. Some people know how to work hard when they are fifteen or sixteen, and some know how to work hard when they are fifteen or sixteen. When I was six years old, I was still thinking about getting money from my parents, gambling, and having fun.”

"When he came to us, he was already a [Three Talents]. His energy flowed and changed, and after a month he directly broke through and became a [Xiantian Yiqi] real person, a real person at the age of fifteen. , how can you compare with him?"

The old Taoist priest gradually became more confident when he spoke, but the next moment, his voice stopped suddenly.

The little Taoist priest Mingxin stretched out his hand, and a stream of air flowed over him.

Although it is still very light, it is extremely real. It is not the innate Qi that has been consistent with one's own will, but it is also lively, harmonious, and full of vitality, just like the morning light in the bamboo forest. The morning mist is refreshing.

The little Taoist priest imitated the tone of a certain uncle, lowered his eyes, and said calmly:

"All three talents."

"I've got it..."

All three talents...

Fifteen-year-old San Cai Quan?

The old Taoist priest couldn't help but be stunned. He saw the faint morning light falling on the young Taoist priest. He had a light blue robe, a wooden hairpin, and clear eyebrows. He was even more excited. He was as full of infinite possibilities as the newborn sun. His expression was calm and light, and he was even more excited. This is the realm where the Taoist gate rushes into the void.

The old Taoist couldn't help but be in a trance.

What was I doing when I was fifteen years old?

I was lazy in morning classes every day, wanted to sleep a little longer, and quarreled with my brothers and sisters.

I'm looking forward to the half-monthly gathering at the foot of the mountain, calling on my friends and companions to go down the mountain together.

Spend some copper coins, buy some story books, buy some dried fruits, then find a herbal tea shop, eat a big bowl of herbal tea with sesame cakes for three pennies, read the story books for the day, go up the mountain at sunset, deliberately take a long way. Passing by the cowherd girl with two thick and black braids and an oval face.

Deliberately stepping loudly and singing the tune of Taoist "Picking Lotus Seeds", if the girl glanced at her and smiled, she would feel that her steps were much lighter, as if she was about to reach the sky, even on the mountain road, I no longer feel bitter or tired.

And now, the little Taoist priest who is only fifteen years old has already reached such a state.

Is it because his talent is extremely good, as clear and clear as the name of the Tao; or is it because when he was young and shaping his mind and laying the foundation, he spent several months with the Taoist named Qi Wuhuo, and was influenced by him in a subtle way?

In any case, the San Cai Quan at the age of fifteen is enough to have a high probability of becoming a Taoist priest between the age of twenty and thirty. It is extremely possible to become a real person within a year.

Real person...

That is an absolutely amazing and talented person in the human world. He can live freely in the world for three to five hundred years. If he gets the chance, he can either receive a talisman or overcome a tribulation by himself. He can even ascend to immortality and go to the nine heavens to enjoy purity and freedom. .

Are we going to have real people in our lineage? !

Patriarchs of all generations, our lineage is about to make a difference, it is about to make a difference!

The old Taoist couldn't help but think about it, but he was also faintly shocked by this little Taoist priest. He only felt that his disciple also had a third degree of ethereal energy. At this moment, he saw the little guy trying to lift his chin, his eyes slightly narrowed, It seems that the wind is light and the clouds are calm, but he can't stop glancing here, looking like he is trying to imitate the young Taoist from two years ago, with a ethereal and cold demeanor.

The old Taoist was furious and gritted his teeth and said:

"Huh?! You little cow nose, come here to install it?"

"You are really an old rooster with feathers, and you have come here to pretend to be a phoenix! I will teach you what it means to respect teachers, and why flowers are so red!"

The old Taoist grabbed the little guy and put him on his knees.

He picked up the bamboo board and gave the little Taoist priest who had put it on his head a meal of fried shredded pork with bamboo slips. The little Taoist priest who had just pretended to be calm and calm started crying like ghosts and howling like wolves. The Taoist temple was full of chickens and dogs, and two The big rooster that I had raised years ago flew to the corner and glanced at the Taoist Temple with disdain on his face.

Then he walked up and down, coughed, and began to crow.

It was night, the moonlight was clear, and the sky was filled with stars. The old Taoist sat on the roof of Lianyang Temple, looking at the world. The moonlight was clear, with faint clouds and mist, and the stars were scattered in all directions. It was rare for the old Taoist to bring a bottle of wine and drink it. , the little Taoist also quietly turned up, making very little noise, but the old Taoist still discovered it.

The old Taoist glanced at him and said angrily: "The movements are so familiar, you must have climbed over the wall a lot!"

"You little bastard, don't put on the roof for three days."

"come over!"

Although he said something rude, the little Taoist priest knew clearly that the teacher had not risen, so he scratched his head, climbed onto the eaves, flew up, and landed lightly next to the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest took a sip of wine. , was depressed for a while, and then said: "Why do you want to go out?"

The little Taoist priest pretended to be stupid and said, "I want to go out, I just want to go out."

"What's the reason?"

The old Taoist glanced at him and said, "Tell the truth."

Ming Xin then scratched her head and said, "More than half a year ago, just after the Chinese New Year, wasn't there a large piece of purple energy flying over from the sky? Teacher, do you still remember it?"

The old Taoist remembered that he had just bought new year's goods at that time. He saw that the purple energy stretched for thirty thousand miles and was very majestic. The old Taoist said: "Of course I remember, your master, I am not so old that I can't even remember what happened half a year ago." , but so what?"

Ming Xin whispered: "After that day, I had a dream. In the dream, I saw purple gas floating in the sky, covering the sky and the earth. I stretched out my hand in a daze, trying to catch the purple gas. Then my body suddenly floated up, and the sky was so close to me, and the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas on the ground were so small."

"I dreamed that I was flying on the purple air for a long time."

"Then I opened my eyes and saw the sunrise, with a constant purple glow."

The little Taoist priest Mingxin sat cross-legged on the eaves of the Taoist temple and said with a smile: "At that time, I suddenly felt that I wanted to go down the mountain to see. My path is not on the mountain."

The old Taoist remained silent for a long time, just drinking sip after sip without looking back at the little Taoist. The little Taoist didn't ask. The old Taoist reached out and patted his hair, rubbed it, and said: "Then you can go down the mountain. , go see what it’s like outside.”

"But remember, you are outside and don't have many connections or background. You must be careful. When something happens, don't rush into it as soon as your head gets hot. Things outside are not as good as inside the city. You can make concessions and make peace. Don't put yourself at risk. If you are involved, you have to take care of yourself, you know..."

The old Taoist suddenly became garrulous. He held the little Taoist priest with his wrinkled palms and talked for a long time. He drank and ordered at the same time. He told everything again. The little Taoist priest did not feel impatient, but was gentle. I smiled and waited for the teacher to say these words, and listened carefully.

Finally, the old Taoist priest finished his wine and finished speaking. He fell drunk in a daze and fell to one side. The young Taoist priest clearly carried the old Taoist priest down and walked down, just like the old Taoist priest more than ten years ago. Just like when he was carrying him up the mountain, the old man's arms were folded together in front of him, and he was breathing heavily drunkenly, accompanied by the moonlight, the chirping of insects, and the sound of the night watch.

The old Taoist priest in his drunken dream murmured.

"I want to come back more often..."

The little Taoist priest Mingxin paused: "Yes."

He sent the old man back to his residence, and then sat cross-legged in the Taoist temple where he had grown up and studied since he was a child. On the second day, the old rooster crowed for three seconds, and the old Taoist woke up in a daze. , suddenly startled, he suddenly raised his head, without caring about anything else, he put on his Taoist robe and strode out.

The door opened with a bang. It was still a little cold at this time. The small Yang Yang Temple was cleaned and the old rooster was pacing in the yard.

The wind is gentle and the sun is bright, and the morning light is warm.

The old Taoist was stunned and lost his mind, and then he said in despair: "Are you still going down the mountain?"

At this moment, a curious voice suddenly came: "Teacher? What's wrong with you?"

"Aren't you afraid of being paralyzed and having a stroke if you break out at this time?"

The old Taoist priest turned around and saw Mingxin wearing a Taoist robe, carrying a bamboo basket on her back, and carrying a bamboo pole. It was obvious that she was already thinking about leaving.

The old Taoist sighed, after all, he saw his disciple for the last time before he came down the mountain. The old man suppressed the memory of farewell in his heart, with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand to touch his hair, took out a brocade bag from his waist and handed it over. Said softly:

"go Go."

The little Taoist priest Mingxin accepted the tip bag, had breakfast with the teacher, washed the dishes, and played with the big three-yellow chicken for a while. The latter pecked the hairpin impatiently, and then he stood up with a giggle and patted the chicken. He patted his Taoist robe, turned around and walked down the mountain step by step.

He walked through the familiar streets, walked across the long river, walked past the big tree next to the Nine Eyes Bridge, and saw the chessboard under the tree.

I saw a one-armed man selling sesame cakes on one side, talking to his wife and daughter with a smile on his face.

He spread his arms and walked through the mortal world step by step. When he walked out of the city gate, he heard the two statues with raised eaves on the city gate shouting at him: "Little Taoist priest, little Taoist priest, you too Do you want to go to the human world?”

"Little Taoist priest, little Taoist priest, do you also want to become a real person?"

The little Taoist priest thought for a moment and didn't know. He waved his hand and smiled brightly:

"I'll go take a look. I don't know if I want to be a real person, so I want to take a look."

"Go to the capital first!"

People couldn't hear the words of the two statues, and they all looked at the little boy curiously.

The young Taoist turned around and took out the kit. This kit was already a bit old. The teacher had given it to him when he was just taken up the mountain. It had not been opened for more than ten years. There were words of blessing written inside. There is also the Taoist [Tao name].

Taoism distinguishes between Tao names and Tao names. Tao names are for external use, while Tao names are very solemn.

The paper inside is a little yellowed.

The word "clear heart" is actually very partial to the old Taoist priests.

The little Taoist priest Mingxin saw the two prayers inside and whispered softly:

"Seek one thing with a clear heart."

“Rejoice in the Word.”

With a youthful smile on his face, he put away the kit and placed it close to his heart, and then walked on Yangguan Avenue. He was at his youngest age, there was no haze in his heart, and the world of mortals was open before his eyes. Come, walk briskly, and sing:

"Baiyunhuanghedao people, a piano, a sword and a cup of tea."

"The feather coat is always smoky, but it does not stain the peach and plum blossoms in the world."

"Everyone in the world laughs and laughs. Why are you traveling around the world?"

"In the end, you will endure all the suffering and correct the path, and you will not be stained by the peach and plum blossoms in the world."

The laughter was light and happy, with the tenderness of a young person. People looked at the little Taoist curiously and couldn't help but laugh. The two statues on the city muttered something. Under the Lian Yang Temple on the mountain, the old Taoist looked at the little Taoist from a distance. The little figure drifted away, his eyes filled with sadness and joy.

The world of mortals remains the same as before, and that little figure finally drifts away and becomes invisible.

Behind the scenes, thousands of lights and smoke remain as before.

Mingxin, born in Lianyang Temple, has three talents at the age of fifteen. He dreams of purple energy and travels all over the world.

Later, Lou Guantao [The Patriarch].

Historical name——

Hi real person.