The Mingyu of Prehistoric Times

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Chapter 36o Guanjiangkou, Famous Teachers and Disciples (3)

Yang Jian and the man surnamed Huang's family were sitting together in the main room. Because there were guests, the family members all went back to their rooms just a moment after dinner, leaving only Yang Jian and the man surnamed Huang.

The two of them hit it off immediately, and because of their strong strength, they bought a lot of wine before the meal, and by now, they have drank half of it. It was the first time Yang Jian drank, and he felt it was a novelty. He had a drink with the man named Huang, and everyone was welcome. After only half an hour, he felt a little drifting.

The two of them drank wine and started talking. The man surnamed Huang took advantage of the power of the hotel and asked Yang Jian: "Brothers are not from Guanjiangkou, so why do they go to Guanjiang to sell Shan goods?" , but what else does it mean?”

Although Yang Jian drank a lot, he didn't talk nonsense and his mind was still clear. Forgetting the antecedents, I just told the man surnamed Huang that he had been out for the past few years, meeting mountains and worshiping mountains, and wading in rivers, just to find an immortal family and learn the magical powers of that immortal family. He also said that he had gained nothing over the years, and his face turned gloomy.

Hearing Yang Jian's reasons, the man surnamed Huang was speechless for a while. Although this immortal exists in the world, many mortals who are destined to be immortals can also find one. But these are all legends. No one has ever seen them with their own eyes, so they can’t say for sure. Not to mention, the gods are all low-key and low-key. Even if they really have magical powers, they will not show them to others easily. Unless the gods show up in person to recruit disciples, it is really not easy to find them.

Hearing what the man surnamed Huang said, Yang Jian sighed, "Brother is right. I have been away from home for many years. I have walked through countless mountains and passed through many dangerous situations, and I have not even seen the shadow of a god. It’s just that I have no choice but to get what I want only with the help of the gods. It’s just frustrating, and I haven’t gained anything to this day.”

The man surnamed Huang heard that Yang Jian seemed to want to worship the immortal as his teacher, and he had other secrets, but this was Yang Jian's wife, so he couldn't ask more questions. Gods can be found if they want to look for them. Otherwise, if everyone in this world has become gods, how can there be so many mortals working hard for three meals a day.

Thinking that Yang Jian had no clue, the man surnamed Huang couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he wondered whether he should tell Yang Jian. Seeing the man surnamed Huang hesitating, Yang Jian couldn't help but wonder, and asked aloud: "Brother, you have something to say, why do you look like this?"

Seeing that Yang Jian saw that he had something to say, the man surnamed Huang picked up the wine glass and drank all the wine in it. Then he exhaled a breath and said to Yang Jian: "Brother, I know that we came to Guanjiangkou more than ten years ago." A wandering Taoist priest lived in Jiangqu, a hundred miles away. Some years ago, his second son was seriously ill and his brother couldn't help him. Very different from the pretentiousness of ordinary wandering Taoist priests, the reincarnated Xianfeng Taoist seems to have some Taoist practices. However, this Taoist has a strange character. He only lives there and rarely goes out. Most people who go to seek medical treatment go there in person. "Brother, if your search for the Immortal Master is fruitless, why not go visit him and ask him about the Immortal's affairs? It's not a waste of time. It's just like you wandering around randomly."

When Yang Jian heard this, he felt a little moved. However, he has seen many wandering Taoist priests, and some of them are quite good at practicing Taoism. It's just that these Taoist priests tell fortunes and make spells, but there is something wonderful about them. But when it comes to their other magical powers, Yang Jian has never seen them. He learned magical powers from the Immortal Family in order to save his mother. The wandering Taoist priests in the world were already of low moral character, so even if they learned it, it would be of no use.

However, what the man surnamed Huang said was right. It would be a good idea to pay him a visit and ask him about some things about the gods. In this case, Yang Jian nodded and decided, "Well, why don't you take me to see that Taoist tomorrow and see what magical powers he has? Will it delay my business?"

"Brother, what are you talking about? It's only a hundred miles away, and it only takes half a day to go back and forth. I will take you to meet the wandering Taoist priest. If he is really one of the gods, I will be able to make a good connection with you. It’s also a gift from my brothers.”

The man surnamed Huang agreed very readily, and it was not that he was aimless. At Guanjiangkou and Jiangqu, the wandering Taoist priest did have some skills. Even with his strength as a Jiuding warrior, he felt a little uncomfortable standing in front of that Taoist. When he traveled around, he met many monks, all of whom had great magical powers. However, when they really competed with him, many of them couldn't beat him. It is said that those monks are only of low cultivation and have not achieved immortality. The man surnamed Huang was thinking about the Taoist he was going to meet tomorrow. He wondered whether he was really a monk or just an ordinary Taoist.

After the two of them agreed, they stopped drinking. The man surnamed Huang took Yang Jian to find a guest room, settled him down, and made an agreement to get up and visit the wandering Taoist priest when the sun first rose tomorrow.

After sending the man named Huang out of the door, Yang Jian sat cross-legged beside the table, not feeling sleepy at all. Just now, a man surnamed Huang told him that there was a Taoist in Jiangqu. Yang Jian didn't feel flustered, and his mood was a little unstable. It seemed that the Taoist was really the god he was looking for. As soon as this idea came out, Yang Jian couldn't sleep no matter what, so he had to sit up cross-legged and carry the inner energy of the Great Hunyuan.

Just as he was entering concentration, he suddenly heard the sound of crows outside. Yang Jian then opened his eyes. After calming down for a night, he was finally no longer as restless as he was at night. After sitting in the house for a long time, Yang Jian saw the light outside and knew that the sun was about to come out. He got up and left the house. After walking around in the courtyard, he returned to the house.

The man surnamed Huang kept his word. When he heard the crow of the cock, he started to get dressed and made the breakfast himself. After washing up, he went to Yang Jian's room with the breakfast. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Yang Jian sitting cross-legged on the ground, carrying his inner breath. There was a faint inner breath coming out of his head, forming a mist. This is the symbol of the Jiuding warrior. The inner breath can leak out of the body without dissipating. Extremely condensed.

Not daring to disturb Yang Jian, the man named Huang put his breakfast on the table and sat there waiting for Yang Jian to finish his work. When the sky lit up outside, Yang Jian returned to his body to breathe. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly saw the man surnamed Huang sitting in front of him, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

"Brother, you got up so early. Why don't you sleep a little longer before the lights start to light up?" Yang Jian looked again and saw a plate on the table with cooked soup and porridge. It was a breakfast for himself. I couldn't help but feel a little moved, "Brother, have you eaten?"

"I'll bring it to you after you eat it. Brother Wei got up early today and made breakfast by himself. Eat it quickly and wash up. Don't wear this animal skin anymore. Brother Wei, I'll find some for you." Some clothes, let’s go out again.”

Yang Jian nodded, picked up the plate and started eating. When the man named Huang saw this, he went out to find clothes for him again.

After an hour or three, Yang Jian came out wearing linen clothes, and the man surnamed Huang couldn't help but his eyes lit up. At this time, Yang Jian had already tidied up his whole body, shaved off his beard, and felt dry. Although he is over forty years old, because the Great Hunyuan Gong has the effect of strengthening the body and cultivating the body, Yang Jianyu only looked much more mature and a little more stubborn when he ran away from home.

"Brother, I have a good face. I have traveled thousands of miles from the Guanjiang River, but I am afraid there is no one with the same face as my brother. A real person depends on his clothes, hahaha..." After the man surnamed Huang finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing.

"Brother, it's a joke. I haven't worn civilian clothes in these years, but when I put them on, I felt uncomfortable." Yang Jian's face brightened when the yellow man smiled.

"It's just dawn and there are few people on the road, so let's walk a few steps quickly. With my two brothers' walking distance, it only takes an hour or two to get there. If we go faster, we can still make it to the city."

After Yang Jian heard what the man surnamed Huang said, he was a little puzzled, "Brother, I have something important to do when I go to the city? If you don't show me the way, I will go find the Taoist myself. Brother, there is something important!"

"Brother, what are you talking about? I told you last night that I will take you to find that person. How can I change it halfway? There is no rush to cross the city. When I saw that you had no clothes, I wanted to finish the visit. That Taoist will help you buy some clothes."

Hearing what the man surnamed Huang said, Yang Jian couldn't help but be inexplicably moved. He bowed to him and said, "Yang Jian is grateful for the friendship between brothers!" He secretly remembered the friendship of the man surnamed Huang in his heart, and only waited for him to repay the favor after everything was done. he.

"It's getting late, I'll hurry up and hurry up." Seeing Yang Jian like this, the man surnamed Huang pulled him out of the yard and headed towards Jiangqu.

The Guanjiang River flows out from the vast mountains, makes a sharp turn, and enters the fertile plains thousands of miles away. People call this thousand-mile fertile land the mouth of Buguanjiang River, which flows out of Guanjiang River mouth. Guanjiang River then makes a sharp turn and flows from the middle of two mountains to the distance. This Guanjiang River forms a zigzag shape on the plain, with a turning point of only a dozen miles or so. It is called Jiangqu. It has only one small town and about a dozen villages located everywhere.

As soon as the sky dawned, Yun Zhongzi woke up from his trance. He was startled and actually smiled knowingly. At this time, Master Yuding also woke up from his trance. When he saw Yun Zhongzi smiling silently, he couldn't help but asked strangely: "Why do fellow Taoists laugh? Why don't you talk to me and share it with me!"

"Hehehe..."

Hearing Master Yuding's question, Yun Zhongzi laughed out loud. After he finished laughing, he raised his hands and bowed to Master Yuding and congratulated him: "You follow the path of fellow Taoists, but you still don't know how poor Taoists can laugh? I would like to congratulate you." My friend has finally gained a good disciple, and Yuquan Mountain’s sect has finally lost its disciples. Isn’t it so rare that we shouldn’t laugh?”

After hearing what Yunzhong said, Master Yuding glanced at him. The two looked at each other and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"There are many people in the world who are blessed with good fortune. Why don't Taoist friends find a person with good qualifications and good luck, accept him as a disciple, and bring glory to the religious tradition. I also heard that the Qing Taoist took over Yujing Mountain and accepted his disciples, so that he could be a glorious sect. Wang, why can’t the other brothers be the disciples?”

Master Yuding suddenly asked Yun Zhongzi. He did not ask this question on a whim. Mingjiao has occupied hundreds of millions of miles overseas, accounting for its destiny, and Yingtai Mountain has become a holy place for overseas monks. As far as he knew, Mingyu also gave three lectures on the Great Dao in Yingtai Mountain back then. Seven Taoist scriptures were handed down, and overseas monks inherited one of them. Unexpectedly, the disciples of the Ming Cult leader were not seen opening the gate.