C62 His First Reaction Is to Shock Yangzi Zi

"At the White Cloud Temple of Mount Indigo. " Wang Shao Min drank a mouthful of cold beer and said rather mysteriously, "A few days ago, I had nothing to do. I accompanied my wife Zhang Wenxiang to White Cloud Temple to look for Daoist Master Jing Yue for treatment. When I saw a Daoist with an extraordinary appearance, I asked and found out that it was the Zhenyang Zi who just came back from his cultivation at Wudang Mountain. "

"After my wife gave birth, she got a strange illness. She went to the big hospitals in Shanghai in Lan Province for a long time and ate a lot of medicine from old and old Western medicine. However, her condition did not improve. "

"When it comes to rainy days, her waist aches and her legs hurt. She had no choice but to treat Daoist Master Jing Yue. It is also very fast. Under the guidance of Daoist Priest Jing Yue, your condition is actually gradually getting better. "

"This time around, Daoist Priest Jing Yue did not make a move. Instead, he got Zhenyang Zi to treat my wife. He even said that Zhenyang Zi's medical skills are very high, not inferior to his. "

"Before he left, this ZhenYangzi Zi gave me another prescription. After Zhang Wenxiang consumed it for a week, she felt that her spirit had been greatly boosted. Her hands and feet were light, as though she had become ten years younger.

" A few days ago, we specially went to White Cloud Temple to thank Zhenzi Yangzi. Not only did he not accept the gifts, he even repeatedly reminded us not to spread the news, saying that he never treated ordinary people. "

Regarding Daoist Priest Jing Yue's great name, Not only had Huang Weidong heard of it before, but the relationship between the two of them was also not shallow. Within a hundred miles radius of the Yellow River, not only was Daoist Priest Jing Yue's medical skills very high, but his Yin-Yang techniques were also very effective. He also had a very good reputation.

Now, after hearing what Wang Shao Min had said, since he was Elder Jing Yue's junior brother and had come from Wudang Mountain, a sense of admiration immediately arose in his heart.

Then, he asked in a joking tone, "Brother Wang, didn't that Zhenyang Zi exhort you not to spread it? Why did you spread it?

When he said this, a trace of doubt arose in his heart. He thought that what Wang Shaomin said about that Zhenyang Zi was too mysterious, so he could not help but have some doubts.

When she saw that Huang Weidong didn't believe her, Wang Shaomin laughed out loudly, and she thought in her heart that Huang Shiren probably wouldn't be able to change his habit of doubting everything for his entire lifetime.

Thus, with a solemn expression, she said, "Old Wang, I only said it to you because of the many years we've been brothers. If you don't believe me, even if I didn't say it. As for whether that ZhenYangzi is magical or not, you'll know in the future.

A few days later, Huang Weidong finally could not suppress the curiosity in his heart. On a very cool morning, he strolled leisurely to White Cloud Temple, which was located at the foot of Black Orchid Mountain. In the name of visiting his old friend, Daoist Priest Jing Yue, he walked into the gate of White Cloud Temple, wanting to meet that incredible ZhenYangzi Zi.

White Cloud Temple had nearly a hundred years of history. It was said that during the first year of the Qing Dynasty, an old Daoist who had come from another country to Da An had built the temple.

As for where this thin old Daoist came from, no one knew. However, after a long period of time, some people speculated that he might have come from Dunhuang Mogao Cave in the West River Corridor. Of course, this was only a guess.

At first, the Taoist temple was not large, with only a few outhouse to shelter from the wind and rain. It was very small and simple, lonely and clear. Later on, with the passage of time, White Cloud Temple actually gained a certain reputation. The number of good men and women who believed in them increased day by day, and the incense offerings also gradually became exuberant.

On the day of the cultural revolution, a group of red guards whose blood boiled and soared to the sky raised the red flag high and sang the passionate revolutionary song. They came to White Cloud Temple in high spirits and swarmed forward, criticizing the disciple of the old Taoist priest, who was also a thin and small new Taoist priest, and then they started to break the four old.

Not long after, in just a short while, they were like a group of hungry wild boars that broke into the land of potatoes, turning White Cloud Temple upside down.

The statues of the grandmasters in the Taoist temple were toppled and smashed to pieces. Countless feet stepped on the portrait of Laozi, and some precious Taoist scriptures were piled up on the empty ground. A fire burned them into ashes, and they drifted to every corner of Mount Wulan with the wind, turning them into fertilizer for growing flowers and trees.

In the early 1980s, the Taoist temple gradually gained vitality and incense. In the past few years, especially after Daoist Mirror Moon became a Taoist priest, he gradually recovered his vitality. Apart from expanding the scale of the buildings, his reputation also spread across both sides of the Yellow River day by day, attracting even more male and female believers.

Facing the morning sun, Huang Weidong pushed open the wooden door of the courtyard where Daoist Priest Jing Yue lived alone. With respect, he gently walked in.

The courtyard was very quiet. A gourd vine was planted along the fence. Between the green leaves, there were a few shiny little gourds. They were small and big, and they were naturally interesting. Together with the flowers and trees, it gave the courtyard a peaceful and lively atmosphere.

Under the sunlight, the courtyard was paved with green bricks. It was very bright and clean, almost spotless. A slender Daoist with his back to the yard door, facing the tall green cliff, was wholeheartedly watering the flowers and plants. He didn't seem to know about Huang Weidong's arrival at all.

"What an enviable immortal residence. " Huang Weidong looked around and felt a clear aura rise from the depths of his soul. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Compared to the filthy and noisy secular world, this place is like a paradise. "

When he was in junior high school, Tao Yuanming's literature textbook had the ancient article, The Records of Death. At that time, the language teacher strictly required every student to memorize the entire article. Up until now, more than 50 years had passed, but he still remembered a few words.

Then, he sighed in his heart and walked forward. He coughed lightly and asked politely, "Elder Taoist, sorry to bother you. Excuse me, may I ask if Elder Jing Yue is here? "

The Daoist immediately turned around and smiled. He said kindly, "Elder Jing Yue left two days ago and will be back in a few days. Before he left, he asked me to look after the Taoist temple.

Then, she looked at him from head to toe and asked in a concerned tone, "What do you want from him?"

As he spoke, Huang Weidong had already clearly seen the Daoist's appearance. Immediately, he could not help but call out in his heart.

Wang Shao Min did not coax me, as expected, he had an extraordinary appearance. From the two bright eyes, one could tell that he had some cultivation experience.

Thus, she said very amiably, "Daoist Priest Jing Yue is Daoist Priest Zhen Yangzi, the junior brother of Daoist Priest Jing Yue who learned from Wudang Mountain?"

In this peaceful and quiet environment, Huang Weidong suddenly became polite and courteous. He changed from his usual rough and loud voice to a very well-mannered gentleman and spoke very gently and politely.

The Daoist put down the kettle in his hand and revealed a trace of a smile very naturally. He said very modestly, "I am Zhenyang Zi. "

Under the sunlight, that smile was filled with kindness and kindness, making people feel refreshed and comfortable. With that kind and pure smile, Huang Weidong, who had seen countless people in the world, dared to conclude that Zhenyang Zi was the bosom friend he was looking for.

"I heard from my friend that Elder Daoist's medical skills are profound and that he has a unique skill that can bring one back to life. Today, I specially came to pay a visit to the Taoist priest. I want to ask the Taoist priest to open his eyes and take a look at my body for me.

At this time, Huang Weidong tried his best to look like a modest gentleman. A few simple words made him think for a long time.

"Hahaha. " Hearing these words, ZhenYangzi Zi laughed heartily and said very modestly, "Your friend is overpraising me. How can I be so magical?"

Then, he stared at the other party closely. After a moment, he said very frankly, "Elder Jing Yue is not at home. Since you are here, it can be considered that we are fated to meet. Let me show off for a while. "

Thus, the two of them laughed loudly and walked into the Dao room of ZhenYangzi one after another, hand in hand. There were not many decent decorations in the room. It was very simple and simple, but it was very tidy and tidy. When one smelled it carefully, it was even suffused with a clear fragrance that seemed to be able to penetrate one's heart and lungs, and it caused one to feel refreshed and forgotten about it.

When one looked carefully, an ancient and lifelike diagram of the Ancestral Master's ascension hung on the white wall before them. On the painting. . . I'm standing at the peak of the mountain surrounded by pine trees and cypresses, my face glowing red. My expression is kind, and my eyes are friendly. My long white beard is fluttering, and my Daoist robe is hanging low. His hands were slightly arched, and there was a majestic aura hidden within them. A sharp aura was revealed amidst the tranquility, and he had a majestic bearing of understanding the world's mountains, rivers, sun, and moon in front of his chest.

A pair of couplets hung on both sides of the ancient diagram. The words were clear and ancient, and they were thick and vertical with silver strokes. The atmosphere was vast and broad, and it faintly revealed a grand imposing aura that seemed to be able to split the heavens and split the earth and devour the mountains and rivers.

When the sect was established, the East-rising Purple Qi was thirty thousand kilometers away.

The book was passed down. The first five thousand words of Function Pass.

It was indeed the image of a great Dao master. Seeing this scene, Huang Weidong couldn't help but feel happy. He thought that if he could take this person by his side and ask about the world at any time, his career would be smooth sailing. It would definitely be much better than before.