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Chapter 255 Xishan Luan Crane Group
The sun is warm and the wind is gentle, and the dust is shining in the shadows. In the blink of an eye, it is noon again in the Huixian Temple. The master of the temple, Yuan Huazi, is already sitting in the quiet room, and a scroll of Taoist scriptures is slowly unfolding.
The old Taoist priest took a casual glance and knew which paragraph he should start reciting. While he was chanting silently, his hands were not idle, and he grabbed the tongxiang, fennel, clove, agarwood, etc. that had been dried in the past few days from the dustpan. Put the patchouli, costus and other substances into the medicine and grind slowly into fine powder.
Although this method of making incense is not passed down by the old Taoist sect, Yuan Huazi has long been familiar with it and has been yearning for it for a long time after studying the incense of Han Yuanshou Palace for many years.
Especially after the annoying fake Taoist priest and his disciples traveled far away on the mountain, Yuan Huazi was finally able to say goodbye to the situation of having to live alone and settle down to live a peaceful life for a few days.
I saw that although Yuan Huazi was old, his movements were exquisite and calm. Every step seemed to be blessed by determination. He neither benefited nor detracted a single point. He carefully named various incense powders according to monarch, minister, assistant and auxiliary. For heavy compatibility, first add agarwood as the king, and then supplement it with pellets, rhubarb, cloves, calamus and other ingredients to harmonize the fragrance, so as to achieve the effect of harmonizing heaven and earth and benefiting people.
The clear sun shines into the quiet room, and you can still see the thin shadow on the wall. The whole process is serious and solemn, and even the exhaled breath cannot be distracted. A thin layer of hair has appeared on Yuan Huazi's forehead, and in the blink of an eye, it is the most important step of refining the clay. .
As the saying goes, the quality of the mud directly determines the quality of the incense. So Yuan Huazi took a deep breath and sank into his Dantian. He even stopped breathing forcibly...
However, just when Yuan Huazi was using his Taoist internal skills and holding his breath to collect the incense powder in front of him, he suddenly heard a shaking sound coming from outside the house, followed by a shaking in the simple quiet room.
Yuan Huazi was startled, and he couldn't hold his breath. However, the dust in front of him happened to be shaken, and another wisp of hazy fragrance mist was raised, which went straight into Yuan Huazi's nasal cavity.
Medical books say that the lungs open to the nose, and the lungs are responsible for breathing. Under the stimulation of the fragrant powder, Yuan Huazi finally took a deep breath, and then it turned into an earth-shattering sneeze, blowing away the thousands of people in front of him. The fragrant powder prepared by Wan Ku turned into dust flying all over the sky!
"Master Yuanhua! Long time no see, how are you lately..."
Yuan Huazi choked on the fragrant powder and burst into tears. When he heard the voice, he looked out the door angrily and pointed his halberd at the uninvited guest in front of him. He was about to ask the Infinite Heavenly Lord to bless him, the eighth generation ancestor of Zuo Zhao and You Mu, but when he opened his mouth, he said A series of sneezes made the old Taoist priest feel like he was in darkness and unable to die.
At this time, Jiang Wen took Lin Pingzhi and performed Qinggong, and climbed over the wall into Huixian Temple. After pushing the door open and entering, he couldn't help but feel happy.
"...Are you treating rhinitis?"
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Lin Pingzhi was in the main hall of Huixian Temple, looking up at the clay statue of Sanqing God. He felt that although this Taoist temple was old and dilapidated, he could still vaguely see the prosperity of incense in the past from the incense table in the shrine and the purlin doors and windows.
Seeing that the two teachers and teachers had already taken their seats, he stood beside his master Jiang Wen, looking a little at a loss. The reason for this restraint was mainly because Jiang Wen's description of him along the way was seriously inconsistent with what he saw before him.
Jiang Wen said that Yuan Hua Zi Lao Gao Gong in Huixian Temple was a virtuous true man with a pure heart and few desires, who practiced profoundly and extensively. He had almost reached the state of transformation in the outer elixir, and the divine thunder in his palm was enough to shake cloud barriers, Kill ghosts and ghosts, and eliminate everything in one breath.
What Lin Pingzhi saw was an old Taoist priest with severe rhinitis. He was not tall and good-looking. His eyes and nose were all red and he had to stop to ventilate his nose every two words.
Jiang Wen also said that although he and the old Taoist priest from Yuanhuazi were very different in age, they had always been close to each other. They had traveled together into the underworld and explored the mysteries. , Yuanhuazi will definitely repay him with all his strength.
Lin Pingzhi only felt that the old Taoist priest in front of him had a murderous look on his face, and he even looked at him with a rather unkind look. However, his master looked calm and gentle, but his sword never left his left hand. feet distance.
"Master Yuanhua, please take care of yourself. Why are you so weak after not seeing me for just a few months?"
Jiang Wenhun sat in front of Yuan Huazi nonchalantly, looked around the shabby and empty scene around the hall, and continued, "It's cold in spring now, and it can turn cold after a while. Master, you still have to keep warm and don't get cold at this time. "
Then he greeted Lin Pingzhi who was standing aside, "Master, this is my registered disciple. Pingzhi, please say hello to the old Taoist Master——"
Lin Pingzhi quickly stepped forward and bowed his hands in salute, saying respectfully: "Pingzhi wishes to greet you, Master Jun!"
Hearing the junior's greetings, Yuan Huazi's expression relaxed slightly. He raised his eyes to look at this polite junior and squinted his eyes to see the other person's appearance clearly. However, he was dizzy from sneezing just now and the lights in the room were dim. Unable to discern anything in the darkness, he clapped his hands helplessly.
"Call me senior brother."
Jiang Wen ordered Lin Pingzhi without raising his head.
Lin Pingzhi looked at his master in confusion. He didn't understand why he had to call Yuan Huazi his senior brother just after greeting his senior Yuan Huazi. Could it be that this old man was actually his master's registered disciple?
In the end, out of admiration and respect for Jiang Wen, Lin Pingzhi only hesitated for a moment, and then lowered his voice and said to Yuan Huazi: "Hello, senior brother."
However, at this moment, the oil lamp between Jiang Wen and Yuan Huazi suddenly burst into flames like a magic trick, and the surrounding area was empty and there was no trace of it.
What made Lin Pingzhi feel even more uneasy was that a dark wind seemed to be blowing in the hall at this moment, swirling around Lin Pingzhi. Between the cracks and edges of the tiles, there are always people peering at me.
"Master Yuanhua, actually I came here this time because I have something else I want to ask you for advice."
Jiang Wen smiled when he saw the oil lamp light up, and then said to Yuan Huazi, who he hadn't seen for a long time, "I heard a real person mention it before. In the Yuan Dynasty, there was a national preceptor named King Shura, who was so powerful that he was unparalleled. I don't know. Are there any other clues?"
Yuan Hua's executioner twisted his chin and thought for a moment, then politely declined the inquiry.
"King Shura is an old thing from the Yuan Dynasty. Over the past few hundred years, things have changed dramatically. He has long been reduced to loess under the spring. Jiang Wen, why are you asking about this?"
He knew very well that Jiang Wen had always been fond of pursuing secrets, exploring mysteries, and doing some extremely dangerous and unpredictable things, and King Shura was the most dangerous person in the century BC. If Jiang Wen insisted on asking about his whereabouts, he would never do anything. There won't be any good intentions.
"You don't know something, my dear, but I had a fierce battle with this Shura King at the Buddha's Light Golden Summit the month before last. Fortunately, I was a bit more skilled than anyone else, so I didn't let this madman succeed..."
Jiang Wen said with fear on his face, and Yuan Huazi also looked at him with caring eyes and said perfunctorily with a very upright attitude.
"The most detailed information about King Shura in the world is undoubtedly Wudang Mountain in Hubei Province. At that time, Master Sanfeng searched all over the world for things related to King Shura and sealed them in the secret hall of the Wudang Sect."
"Unfortunately, as far as I know, when the Qing soldiers besieged Wudang Mountain and bombarded Yuxu Palace, the Wudang masters suffered heavy casualties. Even the four characters "Gods, Buddhas, Dragons and Tigers" inscribed in the handwriting of Patriarch Zhang Sanfeng on the mountain wall, and the secret book of martial arts Jin Luntai was all destroyed by artillery fire, and I am afraid no one will be able to see its full picture again. " Jiang Wen breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the news.
Jiang Wen had previously asked the Holy Mother of the Red Lotus about the matter of King Shura. However, the inheritance classics of the Hongyang Sect had been lost and scattered as early as the Yuan and Ming dynasties. Now even the basic scriptures of the sect have just been recovered. , naturally unable to provide any help.
Jiang Wen sincerely said that if it was ruined, it would be ruined. Although as a martial artist, he really wanted to compete with King Shura in his heyday, but that didn't mean he wanted to be beaten.
As long as the treasures left by King Shura failed to spread to the world, at least Jiang Wen didn't have to worry about waking up one day and a large number of top masters who couldn't even stand on the Tianyan Rock would attack him like jackdaws.
Yuan Huazi became even more worried about Jiang Wen's mental condition when he saw Jiang Wen's irritated tone and ambiguous attitude.
Then Jiang Wen leaned over and said to Yuan Huazi, "Master, let me ask you another question. Have you ever heard of "Nine Stars Worth Talisman"? "
Nowadays, apart from the affairs of the former head of state, King Luo, what Jiang Wen cares about the most is the "Nine Stars of Worthy Talisman" in his mouth. He thought that he might also be able to get some clues that had not been circulated from the well-informed Yuan Huazi. .
"Then you asked the right person."
Hearing Jiang Wen's sudden question, Yuan Huazi nodded slightly and his eyes shone, as if he was quite familiar with the matter. Jiang Wen secretly rejoiced that he had indeed gained something. However, Yuan Huazi did not answer directly and spoke to Jiang Wen without comment. said.
"Birthday and horoscope."
When Jiang Wen announced his birthday, Yuan Huazi stopped talking. He seemed to be thinking hard about something and didn't open his eyes for a long time.
Jiang Wen also waited extremely patiently, silently counting the number of rafters above his head.
He came here mainly to avoid Luo Shuang'er. This child hung behind him like a lonely ghost every day, and never said a word. It was really scary. Jiang Wen wanted to use the pure place of the palace to avoid evil spirits. Yes, and if you can catch a lunch, that would be even better.
It can be seen that it has been a long time since they entered the door. Their mouths were already dry after talking, but there was still no drop of water in the jianzhan placed in front of them. Jiang Wen then ordered Lin Pingzhi, who was standing by and shivering.
"Pingzhi, go and pour some water."
But Yuan Huazi, who still closed his eyes tightly, stretched out his hand to stop Lin Pingzhi.
"No need."
Then he tapped the table with two fingers, and a dark wind blew up. In the empty lamp in front of the two of them, a wet streak appeared out of thin air. Then the water line rose higher and higher. Lin Pingzhi was horrified. In his eyes, it just missed the glaze line on the edge of the bowl, and not a drop fell out.
"Pingzhi, please say thank you, senior brother."
Jiang Wen smiled at the deserted place and gave instructions to Lin Pingzhi, but Lin Pingzhi was already fighting with his two legs and was so distraught that he almost sat down on the ground.
"Hmm... Hongluan is a calamity, and a lonely star is in the same pillar... It's not easy for you to have good fortune in this fleeting time. You have to be careful about female troubles when you go out, and it's very easy to end up alone..."
In Jiang Wen's expectant eyes, he saw Yuan Huazi raising his left hand under the sleeve of his broad robe, counting with his fingers, and uttering a few words indistinctly.
Jiang Wen suddenly raised his head and frowned - the more he looked at the talkative old man in front of him, the more he looked like an old liar who told fortunes on the street.
"Huh? Are you telling me my fortune?"
Yuan Huazi immediately sat down, stroking his beard, and said calmly and confidently.
"What? The "Nine Stars of Worthy Talisman" you asked about comes from the art of Qimen Dunjia, while the old fortune teller makes good use of the "Ziwei Dou Shu", which also has Nine Palaces Flying Stars. Numerology and magic tell the same thing by different paths, but you still dare to question my ability to settle down and settle down? "
Jiang Wen couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Master, you have misunderstood. I am not here to tell fortunes. I just heard it from King Shura... Oh, forget it, why do I feel that I am getting more and more confused today."
The two chatted for a while. Jiang Wen noticed that the old Taoist seemed to have aged a bit more, and started to talk a little bit. He thought he was living alone in the palace and had no one to accompany him. After a long time, he still felt uncomfortable, so he stretched out his hand. Lin Pingzhi on the side.
"Zhenren Yuanhua, I am a registered disciple who respects the teacher, respects the Tao, and follows the etiquette. I was able to live in the same room with the coffin a few days ago, and I understand the beauty of the Taoist "restoration and recovery". However, this character of mind has not been carved, and it is too Too simple and easy to scratch. "
Then, with Lin Pingzhi's confused eyes, he turned his head and reached out to Yuan Huazi, "Why don't I leave Pingzhi under the Taoist's fence for now, and I'll trouble you to teach me more on weekdays. By the way, I can also help you, the real person." Add tea, pour water, apply guillotine and sweep the dust."
As Yuan Huazi nodded, in the main hall of Huixian Temple, there was a sudden wave of sinister wind, whirling and surrounding Lin Pingzhi. This made Lin Pingzhi even more sure that this Taoist temple was haunted, or simply that it was haunted. The old Taoist priest in front of him was secretly doing something to manipulate evil spirits. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word for fear of being cursed.
After Jiang Wen had entrusted his disciples, he settled a matter on his mind. When he got up, he said goodbye to Yuan Huazi and went to another place to catch the autumn wind. Yuan Huazi's anger gradually subsided and he even gave instructions behind him.
"Remember, be careful with women!"
Jiang Wen sneered and jumped over the wall of Huixian Temple. After carefully observing his surroundings to make sure he was no longer being followed, he headed towards the Dawang Peak.
He had just taken two steps on the rugged mountain road when he saw a petite figure with a double bun running towards him like a swallow flying across the water. The two almost bumped into each other on the mountain road.
"Ningdie, why are you in such a panic?"
Jiang Wen knew it was his little apprentice without even looking. He picked her up like a rabbit, "If you don't practice kung fu, are you going to go down the mountain and be lazy again?"
Fu Ningdie was hanging in the air, kicking her legs, and shouted with a hint of joy in her tone.
"Don't slander me! Master, it was Master Luo from Shanxia Martial Arts School who sent someone to bring the news! Sister Wing Chun and Sister Ziyi have arrived in Xiamei Town!" (End of Chapter)