After finishing the one-hour explanation of the Tao Te Ching, it was already the beginning of the moonlight. Ji Ruochen had a hurried dinner and, under the guidance of Taoist Master Yunfeng, walked to the Taichang Palace where Master Ziyang lived.

The mountain peak where Ziyang Zhenren lives is directly opposite Mogan Peak, and it is the farthest away from Mogan Peak among all the peaks. There are five giant rocks floating in the sky between the two peaks, and the giant rocks are connected by twelve iron cables.

The bridge maintains the connection with Mogan Peak. If Nine Meridians disciples want to go to Taishang Daodaode Palace, those with sufficient cultivation can fly with magic weapons, while those with lower cultivation need to cross the bridge by walking on ropes. However, among the disciples of Xixuan Mountain,

The peak is extremely high, the mountain wind is fierce, and the iron cables are swaying, making it extremely difficult to walk. But even so, those disciples with mediocre qualifications can cross the bridge without any hindrance after three years of hard training and laying the foundation for the road.

Ji Ruochen did not have such magical powers, so he needed the support of Taoist Master Yunfeng to walk across the bridge. He had not yet started, and he was scared out of his wits after crossing the rope bridge, but Taoist Master Yunfeng said, at this time

Crossing the rope bridge more than once is a great way to train your mind. So even though Ji Ruochen was extremely frightened, he still forced himself to move forward on the rope bridge step by step.

The moonlight was cold and the wind was howling. Ji Ruochen only had a Taoist robe and a set of underwear. Although he had lived in the bitter cold outside the Great Wall for a long time, how could he block the chill of the high-altitude mountain wind? In less than a moment, he was already freezing

His lips were blue and purple, and his complexion was as frosty. As if in harmony with the mountain breeze, the thick iron chain under his feet kept vibrating, shaking violently for several times. The iron chain shone clear under the moonlight, and it had been touched countless times over the years.

It looked extremely slippery when he walked over it alone. Every time Ji Ruochen took three or five steps, his step would slip and he would fall down from the iron chain. Under the iron chain was the abyss of ten thousand feet. At a glance, it was dark and deep, with no bottom at all.

, only thin clouds could be seen lingering around the waist of the mountain. Although Ji Ruochen would be pulled back in time by Taoist Yunfeng every time he lost his footing, the repeated shocks were enough to make him terrified and terrified.

Among the desolate mountain peaks, Ji Ruochen could hear several hoarse exclamations at first, but later, as his resolve gradually became firmer, he could no longer hear the exclamations.

The moment he stepped onto Taichang Peak, Ji Ruochen let out a deep breath, his feet went weak, and his whole body felt extremely weak, as if he was collapsing. However, this one-month walk under the bridge had left something different in his heart.

Not long after, Ji Ruochen stood in front of Master Ziyang. Although his Taoist robes were soaked in cold sweat and his feet were very weak, Master Ziyang's eyes already showed a slight hint of approval.

The two little Taoist boys arranged seats for Ji Ruochen, lit a furnace of East China Sea Dew Agarwood to soothe and calm the mind, and then bowed and retreated. Now is the time when Master Ziyang is teaching the Dharma, and the taboos are the most severe. Master Ziyang is of the same lineage.

First of all, although what is taught tonight is just an introductory lesson that everyone in the Taoist Sect knows, without the permission of Master Ziyang, anyone who sneaks within ten feet of the Jingshe will be shot without mercy.

After Ji Ruochen sat down cross-legged, Master Ziyang stroked his beard and said: "Ruochen, as the saying goes, the outline of the outline is blurry. So tonight's lesson is to tell you one by one about the classics and miscellaneous studies of my Taoist sect.

So that you will know where to work hard in your future practice. Otherwise, I, the Taoist sect, inherited the lineage of Guang Chengzi, with three main sutras, three auxiliary sutras, and twenty-seven secrets. There are also three thousand six miscellaneous studies.

One hundred, there are fifty thousand other Taoist treasures. In this vast sea of ​​Tao, where are you going to find your way?"

Hearing this, Ji Ruochen took a breath of air, cheered up, sat upright, and refused to let go of a word.

Master Ziyang took a sip of tea and then continued: "Our Taoism sect began 3,700 years ago and was established by the founder of the Three Qing Dynasty. At that time, the founder of the Three Qing Dynasty was still called Zhenhong and practiced in seclusion in the mountains. The founder at that time

The fate of immortality has arrived. I discovered the place where Guangchengzi ascended to immortality and obtained six chapters of the Three Pure Scriptures. Because these Three Pure Scriptures talk about the three realms of Yuqing, Shangqing and Taiqing, the founder changed his path after practicing Qing for a hundred years.

He was named Sanqing Zhenren, and he found the blessed land of Cave Heaven in Xixuan Mountain and built a small Taoist temple. From then on, he founded the Daode Sect. If you are interested, you can go to Taishang Daode Palace to read the history of our sect.

Disciples are not allowed to read the sutra."

"I think that the Three Pure Scriptures were left behind by Guangchengzi when he ascended to heaven. Naturally, they contain the secrets of heaven and earth. However, unless one has great wisdom, it is difficult to understand its subtle meaning. Therefore, since the founder of the Three Pure Ones, our Taoism has been

Masters devoted themselves to these three pure scriptures, leaving behind countless insights and insights. Two thousand years ago, Master Xuankong of our sect had great wisdom, achieved perfect merits, and ascended to heaven. Master Xuankong spent three days before his ascension.

Over time, we compiled the notes of the sect’s past dynasties into twenty-seven chapters, which were used as supplements to the Three Pure Scriptures. From then on, the resurgence of our Tao Te Sect began.”

"The Three Pure Classics are supplemented by the Taixuan, Taiping, and Taiqing classics, which are collectively called the Three Pure Classics and the Six Classics. The Six Classics are difficult and obscure, and it is difficult for ordinary people to understand them. Therefore, Xuankong Zhenren uses sage, immortal, and true to correspond to the Three Pure Scriptures.

Each realm is divided into nine levels. The levels above are Gao, Tai, Xuan, Tian, ​​Zhen, Shen, Ling, etc., and each of them has a Taoist scripture corresponding to it. These three clear and six classics have twenty-seven supplements,

This is the rectification of the Feixian Dharma of our Taoist Sect."

This long speech made Master Ziyang shake his head, his mouth went dry, and Ji Ruochen felt dizzy, confused, and completely confused. At least he was somewhat smart, and he roughly understood that there are twenty-seven chapters in Tao Te Sect.

You have to practice each scripture one by one. When you finish practicing the ghost scriptures that you can’t tell whether they are saints or immortals, it’s almost time to ascend to heaven.

Master Ziyang paused for a moment and drained the tea in the cup in one breath. Regardless of Ji Ruochen's slightly pale complexion, he stroked his beard and continued: "In addition to the Feixian Zhengfa, there are many miscellaneous scriptures in our sect, which cannot be ignored.

Now. These miscellaneous scriptures are divided into twelve headquarters, the first text, the second magic talisman, the third jade formula, the fourth spiritual map, the fifth genealogy, the sixth commandment, the seventh majesty, the eighth method, and the ninth art.

, the tenth alchemy tripod, the eleventh weapon refining, the twelfth biography, each Tibetan scripture ranges from 200 to 600, totaling 3,600. In addition to miscellaneous scriptures, there are also 50,000 Taoist scriptures

, there are countless notes of real masters from past dynasties..."

When he talked about the Taoist canon and the notes of the sages, Master Ziyang got very excited and talked eloquently for more than two hours. He had already drank the whole pot of tea. However, Master Ziyang was proficient in Taoism and waved his hand.

He suddenly summoned a clear spring, and used the real fire as a guide, and in a moment he had a new pot of tea in his hand. Master Ziyang talked happily, and he often had grand remarks and wise words that had never been made by anyone before him. His profound knowledge of Taoism and Dharma was truly remarkable.

It matched his respected status. However, Ji Ruochen had just started to learn to read today, so how could he understand the meaning of Master Ziyang's subtle words? Master Ziyang's move was really playing the piano to others.

Ji Ruochen was already dizzy and drowsy after listening to it, but the immortal master was preaching. How could he not listen attentively as a disciple? So even though he didn't understand ten of the ten sentences, he still braced himself, insisted on sitting upright, and gritted his teeth to memorize.

Hard to carry.

It wasn't until late at night that Master Ziyang finished his eloquent talk. Ji Ruochen had been wandering since he was a child and was used to a hard life. Sitting alone at this time made his whole body sore and his feet weak.

Until this time, Master Ziyang taught Ji Ruochen a formula and told him to follow the formula, perform the exercises twice a day, collect the essence of the sun in the morning and the moonlight in the evening, saying that this is the beginning of the path to ascension. Ji Ruochen memorized it carefully.

Next, I asked a few more questions before exiting exhausted.

This grand discussion made Master Ziyang feel refreshed and his face glowed red, as if his true energy had entered another level. He looked at Ji Ruochen's leaving figure, just stroking his beard and smiling, feeling indescribably satisfied.

From then on, Ji Ruochen followed the instructions taught by Master Ziyang in the morning and evening. In the first half of the month, he studied Taoism in Taishang Palace. In the second half of the month, he received the teachings of Master Qimai in Taishang Daode Palace. Every night, he had to listen to the old master.

Mr. Yun Fengdao was always watching over him as he explained Chinese characters and walked back and forth across the bridge on the ropes every night.

A month passed in such a hurry, and Tao Te Sect gradually returned to peace.

At this time, it was already the end of autumn and early winter in the north, and there were occasional heavy snowfalls. Although Xixuan Mountain was protected by a magic circle and the peak was as warm as spring all year round, the chill gradually appeared.

At this time, in the vast snowfield, the cold wind howled and the lead clouds hung low. In the center of the snowfield, stood a ragged young man, looking around with a blank expression, seemingly at a loss. A gust of cold wind hit him, and he was so cold

Shivering for a while, he hurriedly retracted his hands into his sleeves. Amidst the howling wind, there were suddenly several faint wolf howls. The young man's expression changed drastically, and he immediately listened to identify the direction of the wolf howls, and then raised his head to

Tian, ​​​​looked at the sky, then chose a direction and started running wildly!

But the hungry wolf came very quickly. Before the boy could run a few steps, a giant wolf jumped out of the wind and snow. Its mane was like iron, and saliva dripped from its fangs. It ran all the way, making no sound in the snow, and was green.

His eyes were fixed on the young man.

The young man seemed to know that he could not escape, so he suddenly stood firm, turned around and faced the hungry wolf, ready to fight to the death. The hungry wolf slowed down and began to circle around the young man. It was unbearably hungry, so it circled

After two laps, he jumped up and bit into the young man's throat with an evil wind!

The young man made a secret with his left hand, faced the wolf with his right hand, and shouted: "Heaven destroys all human beings, break!" However, when he shouted the spell, it had no effect at all. In just a moment of hesitation, the wolf was already in front of him! The young man!

Suddenly he rolled on the spot, and in the blink of an eye, he let the hungry wolf pounce. However, at this moment of life and death, instead of running away, he turned around and pounced on the hungry wolf, grabbed the wolf's ear, and bit him hard.

On the wolf's neck!

One man and one wolf rolled around and fought for a long time, but there was no winner. The young man was very familiar with wolf nature, and it seemed that he had fought at least several times, and at this time when his life was at stake, he had already stirred up all the energy in his body.

With his potential, he could compete with the evil wolf. However, he was still young after all. Although he had bitten the back of the wolf's neck to a bloody pulp, his strength was exhausted and he could no longer suppress the wolf. He was

It fell to the ground. The hungry wolf bit the boy's calf, and the sharp teeth scraped against the bone, making a tooth-piercing sound.

It bit the boy and dragged him deep into the snowfield.

Ji Ruochen screamed and sat up suddenly. Only then did he realize that it was just a dream. It was just that his leg was burning, as if he had been bitten by the hungry wolf in the dream. Ji Ruochen took off his shoes and socks and rolled up his pants.

, carefully inspected his legs. The skin on his legs was intact, but there were many scars crisscrossing it. There were two neat rows of circular scars on his right calf, which looked like they had been bitten by some wild beast, and the bites were very deep.

Heavy.

Ji Ruochen gently stroked the scar on his leg. At that time, he was only seven or eight years old, wandering from inside the pass to outside the Great Wall, and accidentally met a hungry wolf wandering in the Gobi. Although he was young at that time, he still had a fierce spirit in his bones.

His energy was on the line between life and death, so he resisted desperately and struggled for a while. Just when the hungry wolf finally bit Ji Ruochen and wanted to drag him back to his den to eat, the shopkeeper of Longmen Inn happened to pass by and heard Ji Ruochen

He cried out. So he rushed over on horseback, slashed the hungry wolf's head with a large pig iron kitchen knife, and brought the dying Ji Ruochen back to the inn for treatment, which saved him a small life. The wound on his right leg

The scar was left by that hungry wolf.

During his six years at the Longmen Inn, Ji Ruochen had clothes to wear, food to eat, and a shelter from the wind and rain when sleeping. He could sleep peacefully. In fact, it was the happiest time for him since he could remember. Looking back at this time, it was

The innkeeper's wife's scolding was also very cordial. Although there was no place in Longmen Inn comparable to Taishang Daodegong, but for some reason, he still had some hope of returning to the inn in the desert outside the Great Wall.
Chapter completed!