Suzaku

: People on the Journey (Part 1)

It was already three o’clock in the afternoon when the car arrived at Wudang Mountain.

The bumpy off-road jeep is gray and rustic, which fits the gray and rustic buildings of the town quite well. After finding a parking lot, the four of them entered the small town at the foot of the mountain and saidIt’s tourism, but these few people don’t have the big bags that tourists often carry, and they are relaxed.

Walking through the town, there are not many tourists during the Chinese New Year, and it seems a little deserted.

But after all, it is a tourist attraction, and the merchants in the town did not close their doors to play cards since the New Year, but opened their doors to do business honestly.

Yi Tianxing glanced at a shop, and remembered that he threw a one-yuan dart at this shop and took a bottle of water to drink. Both of them made a breakthrough, one in front and one behind, as if they were still pursuing some kind of pursuit. Looking back at that time, he couldn’t help but smile wryly, feeling as if he had been separated from his life.

Seeing him laughing, Zou Leilei said softly: “This is the end point of your race back then.”

No matter what Yi Tianxing is thinking, this girl always has a way to feel it immediately, exactly.

“Yes.” Yi Tianxing responded.

The four of them embarked on the difficult and dangerous mountain road, walked through the nine-fold stone path, passed Laojunyan, and saw the famous four characters on Wudang Mountain.

“Valley Breeze”

The font is red, as sharp as blood, but the chisel marks on the wind character are very new, and I think it has just been repaired not long ago. Yi Tianxing knew that this was the result of stamping on the stone wall in a fit of anger.

Not far from the four red characters, we came to the Longtou incense place.

Seemingly casually, Yi Tianxing and Zou Leilei glanced at the stone pillar protruding into the abyss at the same time, walked up the mountain without saying anything.

After a short walk, Taoist priests who had already discovered the whereabouts of the crowd came to follow them.

“Buddha of Infinite Life, Dharma protectors are rare.” Wudang’s somewhat slovenly master teacher saluted first.

Yi Tianxing hurriedly returned the gift.

The real person in charge saluted Yi Zhu Gongjin who was hiding behind Ye Xiangseng.

Yi Zhu thought for a while, cleared his childish voice, walked out from behind Ye Xiangshi, shaking his round buttocks, and accepted it proudly.

Serving tea and sitting in the golden hall, Zou Leilei knew that he had something to say, so she and Ye Xiangseng went to the cliff to see the scenery.

Yi Tianxing looked at the nearly restored Golden Palace, scratched his head and said with a smile: “I burned this place last time, so I’m sorry.”

The real person in charge said loudly: “Why is Guardian Yi so polite? It’s because the young master didn’t know the identity of the guardian, and he didn’t know the birth of the gods. We old people are so confused that we want to detain Mr. Yi. This temple suddenly stopped talking. It seems that he talks about being a bachelor, but in fact he still loves Yinzi.

Yi Tianxing laughed loudly, and suddenly changed the subject and asked: “Jing Xiao Dalei Langshu is a thunder book passed down by the Shenxiao School, how could the Wudang School know it?”

At that time, he was overwhelmed by the breath left by Emperor Zhenwu in the world and the Jing Xiao Da Lei Langshu of these Taoist priests, so he was naturally deeply impressed.

“When Taoism intersects, it is natural to communicate with each other.”

“It turns out that the practice world is different from the Jianghu, and sect differences are not so serious.”

“Exactly.”

“I want to borrow it to learn.”

Yi Tianxing said the first intention straight to the point.

The head teacher was forced by his words, and looked at the fat kid who was playing with his hands on the statue of Emperor Zhenwu. He shuddered, and hurriedly took out the Lei Ju secret paper, and offered it with both hands.

“Teacher Master, I want to pay homage to the True Monarch in this golden palace, but I don’t know.” Yi Tianxing took the booklet, flipped through it very quickly, and then handed it back to Master Master.

The Master Teacher was in a daze, thinking why this person didn’t study anymore, and listening to the next sentence, he immediately understood that this distinguished guest wanted a quiet place, “There are no tourists these two days, so protect the Dharma as you please.” He smiled slightly , led the Taoist boys beside him to retreat.

Yi Tianxing almost lost his life in the Golden Palace last time, so naturally he didn’t have the time and mood to appreciate the layout here, it’s very different today, so you can take a closer look.

On the ceiling of the Golden Hall, it is decorated with flowing clouds, and the cast copper shines in gold, resplendent and noble. The gilded bronze statue of the “Zhenwu Emperor” is enshrined in the front of the hall.

“It’s a big lump.” This is Yi Tianxing’s first feeling.

On both sides of the bronze statue is a golden boy holding a document book, a jade girl holding a treasure seal, and two generals of water and fire holding a flag and holding a sword. This statue is also exquisitely carved. The snake wraps around the belly of the carp, looking up at the prime minister. The four characters “Golden Light and Miaoxiang” on the golden plaque in the hall are handwritten by Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty. A gold-plated pearl is hung on the algae well, known as the “Pearl of Sheltering Wind”. It is said that this orb can restrain the mountain wind and prevent it from blowing into the gate of the hall, so as to ensure that the magic lamp in the hall will always be bright.

“Virtue is the symbol of Tao, sincerity is the foundation of law, Tao without virtue is not enough to be Tao, and law without sincerity is not enough to speak of law”

Yi Tianxing fell to the ground, and softly began to recite Jing Xiao’s Dalei Langshu, and the sound of Lei Jue resounded in the golden hall.

A thought flashed in my mind, I remembered a certain trick my master taught me, I snorted lightly, and pointed to the ground, my whole body suddenly turned upside down, Jing Xiao’s Dalei Langshu spit out from his lips like substance, along the Wrap around his body.

He didn’t know why he did it.

He just came to Wudang Mountain to find a feeling.

Jing Xiao Dalei Langshu is a very domineering formula, so he wants to learn it. And the last time I had a chance coincidence with Little Suzaku on this Wudang Mountain, I responded to a sentence in Old Wu’s passage: “The moon hides the jade rabbit, the sun hides the crow, and there are turtles and snakes.. “Thus the skill of Tianhuo is great.

I don’t know if I can meet some adventures on Wudang Mountain today.

He played around like Ouyang Feng for a long time, without any surprising changes.

Only Xiao Yi Zhu was climbing up the bronze statue of Emperor Zhenwu.

Looking at the little round butt dangling on the big brass lump, Yi Tianxing couldn’t help laughing, thinking that when this guy was a bird, he liked to climb the Guanyin statue to drain the sewage, and he won’t do it again today. come together

He hurried forward to carry the little guy down, and then started to do today’s business.

Stepping on the incense table, he carefully climbed to the middle of the bronze statue of Emperor Zhenwu, then raised his fist, and tapped lightly twice, the bronze statue was hollow and made a buzzing sound.

“Hi, is anyone there?”

Naturally, there was no one in the bronze statue, but Yi Tianxing’s reaction was a little surprised, as if he thought that someone would agree.

“Is anyone here”

He asked several times, but no one answered. He finally couldn’t bear it anymore, and cursed: “Others don’t know, don’t I know Zhenwu, come out quickly!”

He sensed it the first time he came to Wudang Mountain, and he sensed it again when he was almost soaring in the valley some time ago.

The Golden Palace in Wudang Mountain is not simple.

Emperor Zhenwu must be able to come down to the world in some way. Relying on his son’s predestined relationship with him, Yi Tianxing started yelling, hoping to wake up that fairy, and then ask about those junk things in the sky.

But the bronze statue didn’t move at all, and the black eyebrows were as quiet as silkworms.

Yi Tianxing was finally discouraged.

Yi Zhu climbed up again, Yi Tianxing was very disappointed at this time, and ignored him.

There was a sound of “Zi”.

Water splashed everywhere, and the face of the bronze statue of Emperor Zhenwu was immediately damaged.

This scene finally relieved Yi Tianxing’s pessimism and disappointment a little. He smiled, then took out the pen and paper next to the case, wrote something, and then pulled the little guy out of the Golden Palace.

Everyone outside the Golden Palace waited, presumably because they heard the sound of the bronze statue being smashed in the palace earlier, so the expressions on their faces looked a little weird.

An old Taoist priest next to the head teacher hurriedly ran into the hall, and found nothing unusual, so he was relieved.

Ye Xiang glanced at Yi Tianxing, and Yi Tianxing shook his head.

Yi Zhu walked up to Leilei’s mother, and shook his head in an old-fashioned manner just like his father.

Master Zhang invited these rare guests to stay for dinner, but Yi Tianxing declined politely. Before going down the mountain, he suddenly thought of something and said with a smile: “Master Dao, I forgot to thank you for the underwear.”

After coming down the mountain and getting into the off-road jeep, Zou Leilei asked curiously, “Why do these Taoist priests greet each other and say “Amitabha Buddha?”

“The Buddha of Infinite Life is Amitabha Buddha. Take the meaning of Infinite Life and Infinite Light. This light is not the light outside the body, but the light of oneself.” Yi Tianxing was lighting the fire while teaching the girl Buddhist lessons, but suddenly stopped on the light word , said in a low voice: “It’s the same when reading novels. These Taoists all talk about Buddha of Infinite Life, and I’m used to it. Now you ask me, I also feel a little weird. Why do Taoists use Buddha as an honorific brother? Do you know?”

He looked at Ye Xiangseng, Ye Xiangseng shook his head and said, “I don’t know why.”

Yi Tianxing thought for a while and said, “The Taoist Zhang in the Dream of the Red Chamber saw Jia Mu’s first sentence, which also said that the Buddha of Infinite Life. Later, someone analyzed in the writing that the meaning of asking the Taoist to talk about Buddha in this novel is People surrendered to the Manchus at the time of ridicule.” He then shrugged: “But later I found out that Mr. Cao was a member of the Han army, so this argument naturally doesn’t make sense.”

The car started, and then drove towards the mountain road to the west.

Not long after everyone left, the Golden Palace returned to calm.

The bronze statue of Emperor Zhenwu, still dripping with that juice, seemed to move slightly, and the light in the air was slightly distorted.

The piece of paper Yi Tianxing left on the desk rose without wind, floated lightly into the air, and then unfolded flatly in front of Zhenwu Emperor, who had black eyebrows like silkworms, red lips with pills, and was not angry but mighty.

On the white paper was written: “You shouldn’t knock on the door today, please take care of me in the future.”

A soft sigh came from the bronze statue of the emperor.

“Immortals also have to eat, so you can’t wait, but even if I see you, what can I say?”

The snowflakes are flying all over the sky. It is not appropriate to say that they are flying. The snow here is much heavier than other places. It feels like the snowflakes are sticking together and appearing extremely thick. Then they fall rapidly from the remote and extremely cold sky. Down.

The cold wind was bitter, the blizzard was violent, and the snow did not melt when it fell to the ground. It accumulated a thick layer and spread it on the boundless wasteland. The wasteland was divided into two by a river, and the river was about to condense. At the end of the river, there was an extremely majestic and majestic mountain range, which was covered with white snow.

The sky, the land, the mountains, and the water seem to be occupied by the raging snow god. Looking up and down, looking up from the bottom, it is all monotonous white.

Amidst the wind and snow, there is a small black dot that is suddenly moving forward with difficulty. It is a Tibetan. The Tibetans wore thick clothes, long sleeves and long skirts, and looked at a pile of them, but it didn’t affect his strength.

The Tibetan was carrying something on his way, but after a closer look, he found that it was a little lamb that was about to freeze to death.While driving hard, he roared, as if he was cursing something.

Passing a prayer flag on the top of the mountain, he stopped, first to take a rest and save the sheep in the snowstorm. If he didn’t pay attention, he would be easily blinded by the snow and couldn’t find his way home. Another reason, he wanted to show his respect.

“Soso”

The Tibetans shouted twice to the prayer flags, with an extremely devout and respectful attitude.

Then he lightly stroked the little sheep that had gradually stopped struggling, took a deep breath, and started walking down the mountain again, leaving a series of deep footprints on the snow.

There is a lake at the foot of the mountain. The snow beside the lake melts faster than other places. It seems that there is a hot spring deep in the center of the lake.

There are still some sparse yellow grass on the lakeside, and there are more than a dozen tents set up there. The center of the tents is a new pastoral settlement in the county last year. It is a small bungalow with earth and wood structures. The wind resistance is still much better.

The Tibetan walked into a tent, opened the curtain and got in. The stove inside was burning, and the heat was blowing in his face, which made the man who dared to drive in the snow couldn’t help frowning.

“Namu, I told you not to go out”

A middle-aged Tibetan woman was talking loudly in the tent.

Namu smiled, and sat on the raw film with the weak little lamb in his arms.

The Tibetan woman said a few words repeatedly, and took the lamb over with a compassionate expression.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and I don’t know when it will stop.

“Maybe, this will be the first snowstorm this year.”

Namu lifted a corner of the tent’s heavy wool curtain, squinted, and looked at the snowstorm, feeling worried.

He is a poor student in Shigatse. He has been living in a pastoral area since he was a child, and later went to study at the Nationalities College of the Provincial University. It doesn’t cost much to study in the Minyuan, and the national policy also provides relevant subsidies, but the provincial capital is too far away from Tibet and the pastoral areas, and the journey costs too much, so he has never returned to his hometown during almost three years of university. , and it is impossible to come back.

But this year he met a noble person. A month ago, the leaders of the People’s Institute gathered twelve Tibetan students together, saying that someone from the society donated money to give them a chance to go home.

Although this holiday home just happened to miss the Tibetan New Year, it was a little unsatisfactory.

But Namu is still very grateful, very grateful to the company called Pengfei Industry and Trade. :