Surrounded by mountains, there are thousands of kilometers of cliffs everywhere, dozens of miles below the cliff in addition to the clear small lake, surrounded by lush forests, Xiang Que followed Qi'an for a while and didn't see any buildings here, everything looks like a fairyland, although it is late at night points, but looking up at the sky, people suddenly find that the starry sky here seems to be much brighter than the outside world, and there is no obstacle under the line of sight.
After walking for about ten minutes, there is a cliff in front of you, towering more than 100 meters, and there is only a dim cave below the cliff, and there are four vigorous and powerful characters engraved on the hole.
"Zhongjing Mansion" Xiang Que paused slightly, looked up with a slightly surprised look, the four characters engraved on the hole are sonorous and powerful, vaguely with a vicissitudes of life, obviously carved when it is very far away from this generation, but despite the passage of many years, Xiang Que can still feel the Tao contained in the words under it Rich in the qi of heaven and earth, after watching it for a while, Xiang Que's body actually seemed to be aroused.
"Written by the saint?"
Xiang Que asked in a low voice.
The senior brother of Qi'an in front of him looked back with some surprise and said, "Good eyesight" The saint's handwriting, that is, in ancient times, was respected as the saint's handwriting engraved by the sage, now the social saint is no more, only in ancient times when a hundred schools of thought contended, there were saints in large numbers, all known as saints are admired by tens of thousands of people, contaminated with countless causes and effects, and worshiped by tens of millions of people.
The generation of saints, in the yin and yang realm of feng shui, is equivalent to the realm of the Tao, and the sage's handwriting is even more effective than the handwriting of the Son of Heaven of a country, after all, the lord of the country is only respected by the people of the current dynasty, and the saint is worshiped by people for generations.
Qufu Confucius Mansion is a hundred miles away, ghosts do not invade, and the ghosts detour.
In a short period of time, Xiang Que has had a little to do with the two saints, the former one is the Confucian family he has provoked now, the descendant of the most holy Confucius of Confucianism and Taoism, and this one he judged from the four characters in front of him, Zhongjing Mansion must be the residence of the medical saint Zhang Zhongjing.
It turned out that the Qi'an Division was passed on under Zhang Zhongjing, and this background really surprised Xiang Que.
"Doesn't it scare you?"
Qi'an squinted his small triangular eyes, and said with a slightly stinky nostril: "Actually, I've always been very low-key, didn't I see that I was a disciple of a saint, hehe, I said that you didn't know how to cherish it when I gave you a big gift, I asked you, now is."
I don't regret it a bit."
Xiang Que gritted his teeth, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "······ the mausoleum keeper on the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum?"
It's my uncle, the only two elders in this sect, one is my master and the other is him" Qi'an patted Xiang Que's shoulder with a smile and said: "You can do it, you don't even give my uncle face, how can it be like us, I will help you regardless of my previous suspicions, young man Xi."
I hope you can understand a little bit in the future."
"Disciple of the Saints······ My eldest nephew is very good" Xiang Que stroked his head that was a little numb, sighed and said: "A point of heavenly luck is coming, and great luck has come before people are born, isn't this fucking Cao Qingdao going to be hung up in this life?"
The saint's disciple is a kind of name for the saint's disciples, the orthodox direct disciples of Confucius can be called so, Zhang Zhongjing's disciples can also be called, as the saint's disciples, not to mention anything else, there is only one benefit that can make people greedy, that is, the disciples can enjoy the afterglow of the saint.
In ancient China, there were ten saints, but most of these ten saints were actually relatively watery, such as the wine saint Du Kang, the poetry saint Du Fu were all respected, and they could not afford the name of the saint, and the only ones who could really be called holy were Confucian and Taoist saints Kong Qiu, the holy hand of medicine and Taoism Zhang Zhongjing, the martial saint Guan Yu and Yasheng Mencius et al.
Confucius created Confucianism and Taoism, and his achievements in founding a sect have covered thousands of years, so he is naturally a saint.
Guan Yu is righteous, strong in martial arts, and is still worshiped in future generations, and he is a saint.
Zhang Zhongjing is compassionate and compassionate, and he is also a saint when he practices medicine to help the world.
These saints have been admired by tens of thousands of people for thousands of years, worshipped, and accumulated countless causes and effects over the years, which is similar to the Buddhist temple, and the Sanqing Hall has received countless thoughts like worshipping by believers, and the world is endless.
Like, every year on the day of Confucius's memorial, countless Chinese descendants worship Confucius, and every worship of that part of the mind is received by Confucius, you say that Confucius has been in the name of Confucius for thousands of years, even if the world worships less now, this accumulation can not be small And voila.
Why did Xiang Que go around the Confucian Mansion, in fact, he was stunned by the holy name above the Confucian Mansion, the saint was too famous in the front, even if Gujingguan was the backing, he didn't dare to be too arrogant to the Confucian Mansion.
Is that a doctor awesome?
At this moment, Xiang Quan's eyes turned several times, and his clever little eyes began to blink again, and he felt that Cao Qingdao might be sold by him for a good price.
What Qi'an said was right, Xiang Que was really ignorant, if he knew that the old man in the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum was a disciple of the Holy Doctor, then he would have to send Cao Qingdao in to become a disciple of the saint.
At this moment, Xiang Que also understood why the old man of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum and Qi'an spared no effort to give him face this time, to put it bluntly, he was equivalent to the light of his eldest nephew who had not yet been born.
That old man, if he didn't want to accept Cao Qingdao as a disciple, I'm afraid he wouldn't be worthy of the help of the Holy Sect of Medicine.
"Oh, it's a routine between a drink and a peck, if I don't have a share of Lao Cao's heavenly luck, then how can the cause and effect come from now, it's not a coincidence, it's all fate" Xiang Yu sighed with emotion.
Entering Zhongjing Mansion, there was a strong smell of medicine in the cave, and the rich medicinal fragrance made people feel clear in their minds after smelling it.
"Just this smell, you can prolong your life if you smell it for a long time," Qi'an said a little arrogantly.
Xiang Que took a deep breath and said: "Alchemy, the medical saint heritage is really domineering, and even this alchemy method that has disappeared for an unknown amount of time still has a heritage."
"Hehe······" Ahead, Senior Brother Qi'an looked back at Xiang Que meaningfully and smiled.
Inside the cave, the forks are dense, slightly similar to spider webs, and above the winding path are caves carved out one after another, and the two wooden doors at the entrance of the cave are mostly closed, only the one near Mosato is open, and a faint light comes from inside.
"My master is waiting for you inside, I'll stay outside with my senior brother, you can just go in by yourself."
Xiang Que snorted, and walked towards the cave inside, when Xiang Que entered the cave, he didn't see anyone at first glance, but he found that there was a huge Dan furnace in the middle of the cave, and a scorching flame was burning in the furnace.
"Little friend, the fire is a little worse, how about you add a fire for me?"