Wulin Mysteries

It was as if he had had a very long dream. After opening his eyes, he returned to everything. Under his body was a soft meadow with luxuriant trees, hiding him in the deepest part of the forest. A ray of sunlight shot through the grass and trees, Throw it on the face of the young Taoist priest.

He sat up and blocked it with his hand, the light stayed on his hand, comforting him tenderly, finger by finger wandered away, remaining between the fingers.

It doesn't have to be, and there's nothing sad about it.

The young Taoist simply stood up, suspecting that his head was broken, and began to waver about what happened last night, feeling that everything had become unreal.

This was across the river from where he had met the fox, and there was no clue that he had been to the town, and now even the fox was gone.

The small town surrounded by rivers, the dark night, the feasting fireworks, the sweetheart in the mandarin duck quilt... everything was like a dream, he didn't dare to recall it, he just felt empty in his chest, walked out of the woods with the help of the tree trunk, and looked With a glance at the sky, there was no cloud in the sky, and he hurriedly set off again.

He didn't deliberately abandon Buddhism and follow the Tao. He didn't have any worries in his heart, so he felt that everything was empty. Walking in the countryside, he ate wild fruits when he was hungry, and drank spring water when he was thirsty. Let's talk about today, regardless of the Ming Dynasty. Style, that strand of black hair that grows quietly, is something outside of the body.What is the difference between Taoism and Buddha? Everything is in the heart.

After walking for three days and three nights, he rarely stopped to rest.On this day, I took an old man's black-covered boat and drifted across the river.The old man shook his oar and asked him:

"Where is the Taoist going?"

Taoist Ruoyou glanced at him, he saw worn-out straw sandals under his feet, his Taoist robe was washed white, and a button on the skirt was missing, fortunately he loves to be clean so there are no lice.But the world is so big, where to go?This simple greeting actually overwhelmed him.

The Taoist smiled, and it looked extraordinarily vivid under the sunlight. Those peach blossom eyes seemed to see everything in the world, but the pupils were still as vivid as before.

"Go to the other side."

"Okay, you sit tight."

The boat is moving fast in the river, and the two sides are full of retrograde scenery and people who are gradually blurring in their minds.

He came here because he heard that there were monsters in the mountains making troubles, and the nearby villagers suffered greatly from it and suffered unspeakably.

He has been walking in the rivers and lakes for so long, but he has never seen a demon before. All these are nothing more than thieves who confuse the public, or the scum of the rivers and lakes have other plans, deliberately misleading.

After entering the mountain, drinking a bowl of water from a farmer's house at the entrance of the village, and asking about the location, the young Taoist priest set off to the depths.

According to the description of the villagers, in the past few days, the mountain has reached the halfway up and cannot move forward, otherwise it will be like a ghost hitting a wall, and it will circle back to the original place.Although the slope of this hill is gentle, it is obviously going up, so it will not stop at the same place.

The road was densely covered with thorns, and the Taoist priest hurried along the path up the mountain. After passing halfway up the mountain, it was indeed the case.There is almost no slope in this section of the road, and it is very easy to get lost. Before this frightening rumor came out, there were several families living there, but now they have all moved to the foot of the mountain.

After walking for a stick of incense, I thought that the place twenty or thirty feet below my feet was the place I passed by just now, but who knew that after walking for a while, that place appeared in front of my eyes again.

The young Taoist priest decided to change his course.He walked around to the back of the mountain. This side was unusually steep, and it was always in the sun. The mountain peak seemed to be cut straight from the sky, and there was no place to stay.

He took out a sharp dagger from his bosom, cut many vines, carefully wrapped them up, made a very strong rope, then wrapped one end around himself, and approached the cliff.

The young Taoist also stepped on a dagger, using the blade to open the way, piercing into the mountain continuously, and using it as a point of leverage, he climbed up step by step.

In this way, he can clearly see that he is indeed constantly rising. Seeing that there is a winding path not far above, he estimates that only one-fifth of the entire mountain is left, and it is best to turn up from this point. OK, let's find out.

The Taoist threw out the rattan rope, and wrapped the other end tightly around a tree near the cliff. With some effort, his feet hung in the air, and he flew down to the side of the tree.

He rolled several times and rolled into the bushes beside the path.It was already dark, and the moon hadn't come out yet. Between day and night, it was hard to see my fingers.

He wanted to get up, but just as he sat down, he saw sporadic flames approaching in the distance.

someone!Someone lit a fire, and the young Taoist walked forward silently, dodging to hide among the trees, and suddenly heard a person say:

"I don't know if the wild Ganoderma lucidum in the remote mountains will work or not."

"Since Gui Jizi said so, there must be a reason for him."

The young Taoist's heart was shocked, the voice was so familiar, it was his old friends!

Ye Rong and Huang Qi.

Before Huang Qi finished speaking, he paused as if trying to calm down, and continued after a long time:

"It's better to hang with this thing than to have no hope."

"The leader... what he wants to see most now is not the life-sustaining Ganoderma lucidum."

When the Taoist heard this, his heart fell to the ground, and he leaned his back against the tree trunk, and slid down slowly.

"Returning to the light, living against the sky, I don't know how long the leader has left after all this tossing..."

Both of them were silent, and looked at each other, but a figure flew out from the bushes very quickly, caught off guard, Huang Qi and him only had three or five moves in a hurry before being firmly restrained.

Since learning the "Ming Lan Jing", the martial arts of the Taoist priests have improved greatly, and Huang Qi is no longer his opponent.

He put the dagger on the opponent's neck, and the moon gradually rose, round and bright, and the fields and mountains were covered with a layer of misty silver light. This time next month will be the happiest day of the year.

"Where is Padmasambhava now?"

"Cultivation?!" Seeing that it was him, Ye Rong couldn't help raising her voice, both surprised and happy.

"..." Huang Qi was pressed against the dagger, turned his head to look at him, but saw that his face was wet, tears were sliding down his cheeks, but his expression remained unchanged, as if the tears were just blinded by the wind and dripped down accidentally of.

"Say!"

"If you really want to see him, go to Nanhai to find him, and settle his worries." Huang Qi's voice sounded very low.

"What do you mean by that?"

"You should know better than us what the consequences of practicing the Jinghe Jing are."

"But, back then he had..."

Huang Qi shook his head, and the Taoist asked the last sentence:

"The rumors about this mountain were also made by you, for the Ganoderma lucidum?"

"Yes."

The Taoist stopped silently, glanced at them, and asked the next question:

"How to get to Drifting Island?"

"How about...you go with us." It was Ye Rong who spoke, and there was a faint look of worry in her eyes.

"No, you stay here and look for Lingzhi."

Ye Rong glanced at Huang Qi, saw him nodding, picked up a branch from the ground, and described the location while drawing on the sand.

The Taoist removed the dagger, pushed Huang Qi away, and threw it to Ye Rong's side, then turned around and left without looking back.

Going to the South China Sea here, the mountains are high and the water is far away.

Half a month later, he finally stood on the shore where the reefs piled up. The wind and the waves kept approaching, and the sky was covered with dark clouds. Seeing that a heavy rain was coming, the fishermen moored their boats. There was no one on the sea, not even a small boat.

The young Taoist asked several people, but no one was willing to drive him away:

"Master Dao, we have never heard of the drop-shaped island you mentioned, and we only dare to hang around here on weekdays. We dare not go far away. Seeing that the storm is coming, we will be buried at sea if we go now. ah!"

The Taoist finally listened to these words, rented a small fishing boat and borrowed a coir raincoat from the fishermen for a few taels of silver, followed the direction Ye Rong said, splitting the wind and waves, and slowly sailed on the sea alone. Forward.