Heming Mountain is high and beautiful, and the shape of the crane is complete, so it is called Heming Mountain.
As far as the eye can see, the green mountains and white clouds, the mountains are undulating, and the extreme eye looks like a fairyland painting of splashed ink landscapes, and the scenery is extremely beautiful.
There is a tourist scenic spot at the foot of the mountain, but Chu Wangxian is not here to travel.
Climb the mountain and climb the stairs.
You can see the Taoist temple of a white wall and gray tile, the Taoist temple mountain gate is the temple of three layers up and down, the three characters of "Heming Mountain" are written in cursive, the pen walks the dragon and snake, it is very imposing.
"Yingxian Pavilion, Master, the name of this mountain gate is just right."
Su Sujin pointed to the plaque at the mountain gate.
There are two plaques up and down, the top is the cursive character "Heming Mountain", and the bottom is the regular script "Yingxian Pavilion" three words.
"Speaking of which, we are not immortals, so we can't take it seriously!"
Chu Wangxian walked in and walked thoughtfully for a while among the halls such as Yanxiang Temple, Doumu Palace, Three Holy Palaces, and Heavenly Master Palace.
Memories of past lives slowly emerge.
The earliest Taoist temple on the mountain is the Shangqing Palace built by the patriarch Zhang Daoling, but in the history it has been plagued continuously, and after several damages, the original Taoist temple of Heming Mountain has long been reduced to ruins and disappeared.
The Taoist temple of Heming Mountain in front of you is just a new temple built on the ruins, and it is not many years old.
"Heming Mountain is the ancestral garden of Daomen, when Zhang Daoling preached here, and Daomen was established here......
This ancient cypress was planted by Zhang Sanfeng himself. ” After listening to Chu Wangxian's introduction, Su Sujin was curious, and touched the lush ancient cypress in front of him, there was nothing special, it was an ordinary ancient cypress.
And this Taoist temple is ordinary, among the Taoist temples she has seen, it is relatively small.
"Master, have you been here?"
Su Sujin asked curiously.
"Sort of."
Chu Wangxian sent Su Sujin away with a word that was as secretive as a word.
"Master, you said that this is the ancestral court of the Daomen, why haven't I heard of it."
Compared with the four famous mountains of Daomen, Wudang, Qingcheng, Qiyun, and Longhu, the ancestral court of Daomen in Heming Mountain does seem very lonely, which is very inconsistent with its positioning in history.
At least in all kinds of martial arts novels, there is basically no mention of Heming Mountain.
If you are not a person in the Daomen, you don't know that the powerful Daomen originated in Heming Mountain, and the Daomen will not publicize this matter.
"If Heming Mountain is famous, then something will happen, because there is a secret hidden here that wants to be hidden in the Daomen."
Chu Wangxian's words were a foreshadowing, which made Su Sujin's heart twitch, even if she didn't know much about the Daomen, she also heard the meaning of Chu Wangxian's words.
Needless to say, the inside story of Buddhism, is there also a shady scene in Taoism?
In the Heavenly Master Hall of the Taoist Temple of Heming Mountain, Chu Wangxian saw a master who had signed the sign.
"Master, unsign."
The business of the Taoist Temple in Heming Mountain is not good, there are not many tourists who come to the door, and the squinting old Taoist wearing a Taoist robe on the opposite side seems to be asleep.
Hearing Chu Wangxian's words, Lao Dao immediately came to his senses, and his eyes were bright.
"Layman, the poor road is polite."
After a few words of compliment, Daoist Aomatsu pushed a stack of papers.
The sign of the Taoist gate is not the same as the sign of the Buddhist gate, most of the Buddhist gate is to give you a sign holder, put dozens to hundreds of sticks such as chopsticks, by shaking.
Most of the Daomen give you a bunch of rune paper for you to smoke.
Of course, the unsigning is not in vain, the starting price of 88 yuan of incense, the transfer lamp of 388 yuan, and the big incense of 988, who said that the door does not keep pace with the times.
"Dao Chief, I don't have any money."
Chu Wangxian didn't really have no money, he just didn't want to pay.
"No money!"
As soon as he heard Chu Wangxian say that he had no money, this Qingsong Daoist was not happy.
He looked at Chu Wangxian first, and then at Su Sujin, the two of them looked like rich people when they were dressed, and they obviously didn't want to pay.
It is said that rich people pick the door, and this is true.
The more Qingsong Daoist thought about it, the more angry he became, there was no money, what did the Taoist priest of the Taoist temple eat and drink, and drink the northwest wind?
Chu Wangxian's finger lightly tapped on the spirit stick, and gave the drawn spirit stick.
"This layman, sincerity is spiritual, I don't think your luck is very good."
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Qingsong Daoist will not take the initiative to drive people away, but he will inevitably scare Chu Wangxian for a sentence or two.
It depends on how his words are, the Taoist who is powerful in words, and the person who can bluff in a few words obediently pays for it.
But after taking the spirit sign, his eyes were shocked, he looked at the rune paper, and then at Chu Wangxian, and swallowed the words he thought of in his throat.
On the spiritual lot, there is no text.
Ordinary spiritual signs, all of which are written on the spirit of the ancestor Heavenly Master, the seventeenth sign, or the eightieth sign, etc., all have a number, but this one is a no-sign.
"No Signature?
Is it misprinted?
Daoist Qingsong was nervous and muttered inwardly.
He has been signing for half his life, but he has never encountered such a thing.
After thinking about it, the spiritual signs of the past were all handwritten, and now the spiritual signs are all printed, and maybe one or two of them are wrong.
"Layman, you didn't even win a lottery, are you really bad luck recently?"
Daoist Qingsong held the spirit stick in his hand, as if nothing had happened, and even more nonsense came as soon as he opened his mouth.
Generally, people who come to the Taoist temple to unsign are asked to unsign, or seek wealth, or study, children, wives, transfers, etc., he is well-informed and experienced, as long as he shows his skills, he perceives Chu Wangxian's unhappiness, and Chu Wangxian can't help it.
"My luck is very good, I eat and drink well, my body is good, my luck is better, there is nothing bad."
Chu Wangxian's words made Qingsong Daoist blush, and scolded in his heart, this bastard is deliberately finding fault, isn't it?
Before he could speak, Chu Wangxian blocked him with words, and he came to play with him.
Chu Wangxian didn't have the heart to joke with him, "This sign is a heavenly sign, and you will know it when you try it in the fire." ” In the fire?
Qingsong Dao Chang was stunned for a moment and calmed down, looked at Chu Wangxian for a long time, and seemed to have a thousand thoughts in his heart, he opened his palm and lit the spirit stick.
The spirit sign burned, the flame rose, and words appeared.
"The Ancestral Heavenly Master's spiritual sign, the seventy-second sign, those who see this sign, such as the ancestor Heavenly Master coming in person."
"Seventy-second lot!"
Qingsong Dao Chang looked startled, stared at Chu Wangxian with wide eyes, and immediately turned over and fell to the ground, trembling on the ground.
"Poor road green pine, meet the immortals.
I don't know that the immortals are here, and the crime deserves death. ” Chu Wangxian stood up, carrying it with one hand, and his momentum soared into the sky, causing the fire candles in the Heavenly Master's shop to rattle.
This scene frightened Qingsong Daochang even more.
This is an immortal, a real immortal.
There is no seventy-second sign of the spirit sign of Heming Mountain, if the seventy-second sign appears, this is the immortal descending to earth, which makes him not afraid.
"Let the Span come out to me."
"Yes!"
Qingsong Daochang's legs were floating, and he only went out of the door.
"Master, what's going on?"
Su Sujin was a little confused, what was the secret of this conversation.
Chu Wangxian naturally knew what was going on?
"Guangyu Ji" cloud: "There are seventy-two caves, should be seventy-two waiting, there are stone cranes in the caves, and the immortals come out." ” The seventy-two caves of Heming Mountain are a secret thing of the Daomen.
When the Daomen was first established, it absorbed many people from the Wu clan.
But after gaining a firm foothold, it is the cunning rabbit that is dead and the lackey cooks, and the birds are good and hidden.
The emperors of all dynasties are all the same, Ming Taizu killed heroes, and Song Taizu's cup of wine released military power, but the method is different, and the final result is the same.
The same is true of the Daomen.
What Taishang Laojun needs is a Dao Gate that obeys his orders, not a Dao Gate that obeys Di Jun's orders.
Legend has it that Zhang Daoling had 3,000 disciples, and 72 of them were the people of the Wu clan who were imprisoned.
Chu Wangxian is planning to resurrect Di Jun, but what he needs is an Di Jun who will never die with the Daomen.
The release of this group of people happened to lead the water to the east and turn to attack Taishang Laojun.