I played the world alone

Chapter 29 Now Is the Age of Science
"Taoist temple?"

Manager Zhang was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately: "You mean Baimeng Temple, it is there. Oh, that place has a long history, and it can be regarded as a cultural relic until now. We haven't dared to disturb it recently."

"Now there seem to be six or seven Taoist priests in the Taoist temple, but they are all old, but there is no successor. It is estimated that there will be no one in a few years."

He sighed a little, as if watching the memories of the past slowly disappearing.

Xu Xun nodded: "Then please take us to have a look."

Manager Zhang looked at Lu Chen and the two of them. Lu Chen didn't wait for him to ask, but said in advance: "Let's go and have a look. Actually, I'm also quite curious about these places."

And Zhou Manyin naturally has no objection, just go with him.

But the road up the mountain will be more difficult.

Although Zhou Manyin was wearing sneakers, she rarely exercised and she accidentally sprained her foot, so Lu Chen took the initiative to carry her on her back.

This bit of physical exertion is basically not tiring for him now.

But Xu Xun and the others couldn't help being surprised to see that he carried hundreds of meters without any fatigue.

"Has this little brother been a soldier before? This physical strength is really good."

"It's okay, I'm exercising usually." Lu Chen smiled, "And it's my girlfriend who's carrying it on her back. Thinking of this, I'll have endless energy."

Hearing this, the others all smiled knowingly, and Zhou Manyin also blushed and pressed her face against his back, snickering.

Xu Xun didn't ask any more questions, but just took a second look.

It's nothing special to be stronger, even some fitness experts can do it, let alone the army.

After a long time, everyone climbed the mountain road to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

The Taoist temple is not a modern decoration, but a quaint old building, an old house made entirely of wood and stones.

But it is such a house that can stand for hundreds of years in the wind and rain, which makes people feel the wisdom of the ancestors.

The total area of ​​the Taoist Temple is about a hundred square meters, not too big, and the ground is very clean. Some fallen leaves have been swept in one place, and it can be seen that someone often cleans it.

On the outside of the red courtyard wall, there are a few large characters written in big characters, Dao follows nature, Heaven and man are one, etc., and there are still a few pieces of black and white Tai Chi patterns painted in the middle.

There is a faded door plaque hanging on the slightly dilapidated gate, with a few big characters "Baimengguan" written in flamboyant characters.

Manager Zhang stepped forward and knocked on the dilapidated wooden door.

Soon, an old man in a washed white Taoist robe came out of the door.

The old man's hair is black and white, with a more casual bun and a hairpin tied on the back of his head. He looks a bit like an ancient man, but the glasses he wears seem a bit out of line.

He pushed his presbyopic glasses, and when he saw a group of people he hadn't seen for a long time in front of him, he quickly made a bow.

"I don't know what the laymen are here for?"

"Oh, Daoist Wen, these are the leaders of the Municipal Bureau, come and have a look." Manager Zhang is obviously very familiar, so he stepped forward to introduce them.

"Please come in, please come in. We are all old people here, please forgive me for any poor hospitality."

The priest stepped aside and invited a few people in.

Manager Zhang said: "This Daoist Wen is also an old senior here, and he seems to have practiced here for most of his life. The common name of the temple master here is Chen, but now he is usually called Daoist Qinghong, and he is over 80 years old. He is practicing in seclusion all day, and we usually don't see him."

Lu Chen, who was at the back, followed the crowd into the Taoist temple, and he could see a three-legged tripod more than one meter wide in the front yard of the Taoist temple, with three long sticks of incense stuck in the tripod.

The rest of the houses in the surrounding area looked a little dilapidated, especially the hall on the right hand side of the entrance, which was obviously half collapsed due to years of disrepair, and the remaining half was also in danger.

Only the statues of the gods enshrined in the main hall are still well preserved, but it can be seen that they are old antiques many years ago.

It seems that life is really a bit embarrassing, and there is no money to repair it.

In addition, there is also a portrait of the founder of the Kaipai on the main hall, named Yuanfeng Zhenren, who was probably a senior hundreds of years ago.

The person in the portrait has a fairy air, as if flying through the clouds, and there is a sword that is said to have been used by him and is well maintained under the portrait. People in the audience often wipe it carefully to avoid dust.

It's a pity that it's just a mortal sword, without the slightest trace of spiritual infusion, and because of its age and craftsmanship, it is already full of rust.

Of course, these environments are secondary. He mainly looks at the Taoist priests practicing here.

After being recommended by Taoist Wen, the remaining five Taoist priests here, except for the retreat master, have read it.

After his observation, these are all mortals, and none of them has cultivation.

"If Taoist temples or other sects in other places are also like this, then it seems that I am really the only transcendent in this world."

Lu Chen didn't know whether to say it was regret or what, inexplicably there was a feeling that everyone in the world was drunk and I was alone.

At this time, Xu Xun and others were also visiting this Taoist temple.

"I don't know where the temple master is living in seclusion now?"

"The temple master is on another mountain. There are several caves left by our ancestors. They are quiet and peaceful, and we can directly experience all things in nature, which is very suitable for our practice."

"Is there a picture of him?"

"Yes, a few wait a moment."

Wen Daochang went to a side room of the main hall to search for a while, and soon found a list.

The above is the list of recorded Taoist priests who have been contemplating since the past dynasties.

A hundred years ago, it was always a portrait of a fairy. In recent years, cameras have become popular, and they have started to keep photos.

The photo of the viewer is also among them.

But to Xu Xun's disappointment, the one above was an old man with age spots and gray hair, and a long beard. He was somewhat tall, but he was obviously not the person they were looking for.

He glanced at it twice, but still didn't give up: "Here...are you the only ones?"

"Will there be some old-timers who are not born often and practiced in seclusion like those written in those novels?"

Daoist Wen shook his head hastily, and smiled honestly: "It's really gone. Leader, what you said is strange, don't you think we can really cultivate immortals and live forever? Now is the age of science."

"The longest-lived person in our Taoist temple is an old man more than a hundred years ago. He lived to be 103 years old. Now the oldest one is the temple master."

Being told by a Taoist priest to believe in science, Xu Xun was somewhat embarrassed, but he took out his mobile phone and asked, "Then have you seen the person in the photo?"

Wen Daochang lowered his head and looked at it for a while with reading glasses, squinted his eyes, and finally shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

"In recent years, very few people have come to the Taoist temple. I have a good memory as an old Taoist. If I have been here, I will definitely remember it. What's more, this person has an extraordinary temperament. I will never forget it."

(End of this chapter)