[Warning: This chapter is very watery. If you have any discomfort when watching, don't spray it. The next chapter will be the main topic]

After walking out of Jia Qingfeng's door, it was already the starry sky above the moon. Zhong Qi did not return to the yard, but turned directly to the small building, went to the corner building of the backyard, knocked on the door, and whispered: "Master, the disciple is back."

"Cough... come in, cough cough, come in..." The old abbot's weak voice came intermittently from the room.

When I pushed the door open, there was darkness in the room, only the faint moonlight shone through the wooden window and reflected on the master on the couch.

Zhong Qi groped and lit the oil lamp. Under the dim light, the old abbot leaned on the couch, his face pale, and his breath was rapid and chaotic. Zhong Qi quickly helped his master up, caressed his back and said worriedly, "Master, is it better?"

"Not hindrance, no hindrance, are all old problems, alas..." The old abbot sighed and leaned on Zhong Qi's shoulder. Seeing that Zhong Qi had the dampness of ice slag on his body, he asked, "Where did you go? Why haven't you come to see me for several months..."

Looking at the thin and dry face of the master, Zhong Qi thought for a moment, without reservation, and even the idea of ​​going to retreat, he explained to his master one by one.

After listening quietly, the old abbot said sadly: "This world is dangerous, the world is full of flowers and eyes are fascinated by the world, and the world is full of evil worlds. Whether you don't go or don't go, cough cough... cough... cough..."

Looking at the appearance of Master’s Artemisia anthracite, Zhong Qi comforted him: “Master wants to be healthy and nourish the body. After spring, I went up the mountain to collect herbs. I heard that there is a kind of spiritual medicine produced between the steep cliffs, called Dendrobium grass, which is best for clearing heat and nourishing yin, resolving phlegm and relieving cough, and treating lung diseases.”

The old abbot looked at Zhong Qi deeply, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "No, this disease has penetrated the bones and marrow, and it has been accumulated for a long time. It is difficult to treat medicine. If you have this heart, my old Taoist is satisfied. It is enough, it is enough, and this life is enough...haha..."

Zhong Qi was worried, as if the benefactor in front of him who saved his life and taught him his unique martial arts skills in times of crisis was also the only relative in this world who had missed him the most, except Jia Qingfeng.

The old abbot's turbid eyes flashed, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Hongji, do you want to know where your martial arts originated?"

"It depends entirely on the kindness of the master, and I pass on my martial arts skills." Zhong Qi pretended not to understand and replied casually.

"Haha..." The old abbot shook his head and smiled, turned to look at Zhong Qi's eyes, and said softly: "Decades ago, Master, I was a young man who was fighting for a cock and dog at that time..."

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That night, the master and apprentice talked with each other. Zhong Qi said a lot of thoughts, and the old abbot also talked about many old past events. Until the third hour, Zhong Qi was worried about his master's health, so he interrupted the conversation and left the door.

Time flies, and time passes. Zhong Qi no longer enters the palace to participate in morning and evening homework. The three meals are sent by Taoist Taoist, and when he has free time, he practices martial arts in the yard.

Except for going to the mountains to collect herbs and picking some zhi orchids and dendrobium for his master, Zhong Qi rarely went out to communicate with the public.

Unfortunately, the master's stubborn illness was very long, and it was indeed difficult to cure medicine. The spiritual medicine in the mountains had little effect on the old abbot. He could only watch the master suffer from the pain.

By the 19th day of the twelfth lunar month, the sky was clear for several consecutive days. Under the sunshine, the rain and snow on the roofs and eaves all melted away, as warm as the spring equinox.

However, a major news came from the Taoist who bought at the foot of the mountain. A few days ago, the Jiefan, Xianbei, Difan, Qiang, and Tibetan Fan were all rebelled, and tens of thousands of cavalry from various Hu tribes entered the pass.

In just one day, more than ten cities in northern Shanxi, including Yunzhong, Yanmen, and other than ten cities in northern Shanxi were attacked by the Xianbei people. To the south, they went to Longyou and Liangzhou, and all Hu cavalry were rampant, burning and killing houses and plundering food and grass. The officers and soldiers of several towns in the northwest could not stop them, and the Hu cavalry was out of the way.

The Taoists in the General Temple were frightened and anxious. Longyou was only a few hundred miles away from Liangzhou. The Hu bandits were all cavalrymen, and they could immediately go to Liangzhou to rage.

The Hu people are no more than the Liang people in the Central Plains. People in the Central Plains are in trouble and take into account the gods. They generally do not snatch Taoist temples or temples. The Hu people believe that they are grassland wolf gods, shamans, and immortals, and Taoist temples. If they should snatch Taoist temples, they have to snatch it, but they will not be afraid of the gods of the Central Plains.

Only Zhong Qi was still calm and calm, practicing martial arts, studying scriptures, ceremonial rituals, meditating every day, and comprehending the principles.

The next day, before the Taoists recovered from fear, a strange thing happened. The teacher, who had been bedridden, actually left the corner tower with a rosy expression, summoned the Taoists and fell into the Demon Palace.

Zhong Qi, who had not been out for a long time, and both looked sad, bowed to the ground, listened to the master's last words in peace. On the afternoon of the same day, as the sun set, Chen Kongshan, who had returned to the sky, turned his back to the statue, fell to the futon outside the hall, and died suddenly.

The old abbot died. The young man had visited thirty-six ancient caves, seventy-two deep mountains, searching for immortals for half a lifetime, and practicing for a lifetime. It was recorded in the high roads of Gucheng County Chronicles, just like the setting sun and the curtain came to an end.

After three days of stopping the spirit, I respected the old abbot's last words and did not invite fellow workers. I was in charge of the main hall and was buried quietly.

As for the burial mandala, Zhong Qize ignored Jia Qingfeng's objection and resolutely wanted to use the Duan Gong ritual mandala to set up a pool and a fire edict to bury his master's ritual.

The next day, Zhong Qichong, who had not been a member of the Yin and Yang for many years, wore a robe, a five-year-old crown (like a Tang monk's hat), a Nuo God mask, one hand with a cow horn and the other hand with a master's knife, put five ghost head flags in the courtyard, two copper basins, one filled with water and the other filled with charcoal.

He played the sheep horn bamboo hexagram, sang the Dharma lyrics and sacrifices, and sang and danced. Jia Qingfeng unwillingly waved the soul banner to extradite him, crossed the paper bridge, crossed the water basin, and fire brazier. On the third day, Zhong Qi led all the Taoists to open a ceremony and opened a cauldron. He danced the ghost head flags, divided his troops to throne, condemned the Wuchang Yin soldiers, opened the mountain gods, protected the master's soul and entered the underworld, and buried him in the master's Dharma body.

The master was buried, and the matter came to an end. A few days later, news came from the foot of the mountain that Hu cavalry plundered dozens of prefectures and counties, captured tens of thousands of people from Liang, and returned to the grassland in a large amount of gold, silver, food and grass.

The roads celebrated each other, Zhong Qi breathed a little relieved, and the General Temple returned to peace.

Before we knew that time passed, the year passed, on the first day of the first lunar month, the plaque of the General Temple fell and changed it to the Demon-Subduing Palace. The officials in the county all had a few towns, including the towns, the landlords, and the people, went up the mountain to worship incense.

At a grand ceremony, Jia Qingfeng was promoted to the first presidency of the Demon Subduing Palace, and Zhong Qi consecrated the golden body of the Demon Subduing General, and then retreated alone.

After returning to the yard, Zhong Qi changed into a blue-bottomed Taoist robe, took off his crown scarf, grabbed his bun, tied it with a wooden hairpin, wrapped a stack of books and Taoist scriptures, and walked out of the back door with a stick to go up the mountain.

The three peaks of Wushan are standing, and there is the Grand Gorge River at the foot of the mountain. The two rivers of Xiaoxia River flow, the cliffs are thousands of feet high, the mountain roads are rugged, the valleys are dense, and the stone walls of Feifeng Mountain are flying in the sky on the left side, like flying phoenix spreading its wings; there is a fairy pavement on the right side of the mountain. According to legend, Yu's friend Chanjuan once hid here, and is known as Xiaohua Mountain.

Under the Huer cliff near the main peak, there is an unfathomable cave. When a rock hits a blow, a flock of pigeons flew away. The sound is distant and clear, and is known as the Pigeon Cave. On the remaining walls of the cave, there is a poem written by a former immortal: "The green peach blossoms at the entrance of the cave are layer by layer. The colorful pigeons add brocade color, and the age of the broken brown is anniversary."

Follow the mountain path, pass the Fengqi Pavilion, drink horse pool, walk the cliffs and enter the mountain. At a moment, you will reach the Huer Cliff. The woods are dense and the cliffs are steep.

The radish is scattered in the shade, the orchids are fragrant and fragrant. The flowing spring rinses jade and wears bamboo, and the skillful stones and the knowledge of the opportunity bring the fallen flowers. The smoke and clouds cover the distant mountains, and the sun and the moon shine on the clouds.

The quiet and cute area is always clear, and the scenery of Qihua Yao grass is no less than that of Tiantai Fairy Cave, which is as good as Peng Ying on the sea.

There is an ancient stream under the cliff, which resounds and clear. Zhong Qi climbs the cliff and crosses the ridge, pulls up the vines, and falls into the quail-dove cave. Seeing that it is wide and bright inside, it is dozens of feet wide, with a stove and water source, I can't help but nod.
Chapter completed!