Chapter Sixteen The Morning Bell Rings
"Master, what are you doing when you go down the mountain?"
"Go down the mountain... go down the mountain to walk the way, go find your Dharma, go find your magic weapon, and find your happiness."
This is a conversation between Zhang Heyan and the old Taoist priest when he was very young. At that time, the old Taoist priest told him jokingly that when he had some skills, he should go down the mountain.
The old Taoist priest had only one sentence at the beginning, "When the road is pedestrian, you are called Taoist priests. If you don't even go to the world, how can you walk the road?"
"But... people always have a goal to go down the mountain, right? I will walk down the mountain for a random walk, which is also called going down the mountain!" Zhang Heyan asked. He felt that he had everything in his body, could do anything, and had nothing to lack, so why bother the worldly affairs and the mortal world?
"Who said you have no goal?" The old Taoist priest at that time was not so old. Although his old face was actually not related to his own state, his tone was exactly the same. "You are my disciple. If you don't return within five years, I won't care what you will do in these five years, but you must not leave your practice."
"Okay..." Zhang Heyan lowered his head a little discouraged. He was young and didn't know what these words meant.
But the old Taoist priest comforted him kindly and said, "When you really go down the mountain, you won't think so. When you go down the mountain for the first time, Master, I will give you some help."
——I am the dividing line of growth—
Later, the two of them had another conversation, but this conversation was much more profound than before. When he first entered the practice of cultivation, he seemed to understand the meaning of the world to them.
"Master, you said that the world is full of troubles, the world is normal, and the world is in chaos, why do we still have to go down the mountain?"
"Xiaoheyan, because no matter how disappointed we are in the world, we always have to go down the mountain in this chaotic world!"
"Then master, what are you doing down the mountain?"
"What are you doing on the mountain?"
"I'm doing these things..." The little Taoist priest seemed a little uncomprehensible.
"Then you go down the mountain to dress and eat, sweep the floor and get water, and practice dust removal! Whatever you do on the mountain, do something at the foot of the mountain!"
Zhang Heyan ended up just nodding, and only now did he know some of the meanings hidden in the old Taoist priest's words.
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There was no change in the next month. Zhang Heyan still swept the floor, ate and practiced every day, and at most he changed the Taoist scriptures he read on weekdays to some worldly affairs and worldly stories.
When the boss was born, he would tell him some strange things and tell him something called the Earth.
"So those things may not happen here, but the truth is always the same. Don't rely on your own cultivation to rush around. In this world, if you force yourself to break through, you will still suffer some losses!"
"I know Master!" Zhang Heyan heard from Master that he did not come from this world, but from another place he called the Earth, which seemed to be another place far away, so far that the master never went back even in his life.
But these things passed by in a hurry. When he packed his luggage, carried his luggage, and went out with some broken silver he received when he went down the mountain a few days ago, he found that the old Taoist priest was already waiting at the door.
"Down the mountain, right?" Zhang Hongdao was still sitting cross-legged on the white stone, looking at the little Taoist priest who had already carried his luggage.
"Well, master, I'll go down the mountain now!" Zhang Heyan nodded. He packed up some of his daily necessities and some props he needed on weekdays, and carried them into a big bag wrapped around his body.
"Pull out the sword! Bring your box of stamps with you!" The old man seemed to be talking very heavily. He thought about it and finally took out the tortoise shell in his arms, "Bring this with you too!"
Zhang Heyan held this turtle shell and seemed to have a hope and hope from the old Taoist priest. In that old look, he seemed to see his young self, the jumping but always wanted to go down the mountain to meet the world.
"Go down the mountain!"
"Yeah!" Zhang Heyan nodded fiercely, then returned to the Taoist temple to take out the small sign that had been placed on the side of him. The sign box was engraved with two small seal characters, [Ask for your heart].
His sword was placed on the stone at the entrance of the Taoist temple. It was not a special sword, but it was just an ordinary Wudang Sect standard long sword. However, after years of use, it has become easy to use.
"This man is old and has a bad memory. Heyan, then!" Zhang Heyan looked back and saw the old Taoist priest handing him a letter. The letter paper was very old rice paper, and the envelope was folded. The old Taoist priest was stuffed into it. He gently wiped his fingers and sealed the hole.
"Master, who do I give to this letter?" Zhang Heyan asked. There was no name written on the envelope. He didn't know who to look for such old letter paper when folded.
The old Taoist priest shook his head, "It's just a thought of me. It's been decades, and it's not a short time for people like me. This letter is written to your uncle and my junior brother. He traveled among the four countries. When I saw him last time, I haven't picked you up yet. Let the fate. If you see him, just give him the letter in person. If you don't see him, then keep it."
"Okay!" Zhang Heyan took it away, waved the whisk, lifted up the Taoist robe, and knocked on the three and nine times, "Master, the disciple is gone!"
"Go and go!" The old Taoist priest waved his hand, looking at the little boy who had been under his nose for sixteen years, walked down the mountain step by step until the clouds and mist covered the young man's figure, and then slowly came back to his senses.
"Come out, you are also a thousand-year-old heritage. Why do you hide all day long?" The old Taoist priest said to the open space. As his words appeared, a figure in a cloth robe slowly appeared in place at this moment.
It was a young Taoist priest who gave a great gift to the old Taoist priest very politely, "Tongtian Guan Luo Zixu has seen the old Taoist priest!"
"How dare I call myself a Heavenly Master in this Taoist practice?" The old Taoist priest waved his hand, "It's just a false name hanging on his head. Tell me, what's the matter with you here?"
"Master Bingtian, my master asked me to wait for a notice. I wonder what kind of insight does the Tianshi Mansion have about the landing of the Galaxy yesterday?" asked the Taoist.
The old Taoist priest waved his hand, "Go away, you still want to hide your little thoughts from me? Who has been staying in the door in the past 60 years? Humph!"
"Do you solve the things you mess with yourself. Don't worry about anything, come and find me!" The old Taoist priest obviously has no good temper for these people. "What's wrong? Do you want to be so angry that I wipe your butts when I messed up? It's a Taoist sect, but it just interferes in Fanchen... I want to see if your abilities are still 10% left in the past few decades?"
"You...you are too biased to see things. Besides, the Heavenly Master Mansion of these two people now can really command the world?"
The young Taoist priest was directly covered with a face, and his face was not very good-looking. He said a word with hatred and disappeared into the air again.
"Oh... This thousand-year Taoist sect is not what it used to be!" Zhang Hongdao shook his head and said, "I am not a ancestor either. It's too late to enter the Tao, too late..."
"Dongdongdongdongdong!" The big bell in the temple was ringed, resounding throughout the world, resounding throughout the world!
Just as the sound of the bells was heard, the little Taoist priest walked down the mountain step by step along the mountain road.
Chapter completed!