Water Margin Immortal Path

Let's say that Zhang Shuye captured Yuanbi Village in Qingyun Mountain at night, ordered his army to search the mountain, captured the remaining party members in Qingyun Mountain, and searched Qingyun Mountain in two or three days.

There is only one fish that has slipped through the net, and that is Zhuang Hanmo. He is Lu Xingxian, an expert at the Golden Core stage, and the great mage of the Yin and Yang family. Isn’t it easy for others to find him? Even if Zhang Shuye's army is destroyed, in his opinion, it is just a waste of effort.

It's a pity that the Taoism of the Yin Yang family cannot kill people indiscriminately. If you kill too many people, your life span will be shortened.

During the Three Kingdoms period, Zhuge Kongming lost his life because he killed too many people, so he had no choice but to use the art of the Star to extend his life. This was taken advantage of by the public loser, otherwise he would not have died so early given his ability.

Zhuang Hanmo was slowly recuperating in the mountains, guarding the stone slabs of the One Hundred and Eight Demon Kings. Zhang Shuye was building a large number of buildings and camps in Qingyun Mountain, but he ignored them. Wu Song captured Qingzhou Laizhou and sent troops to attack Chen Xizhen's last position in Dengzhou, but he ignored him.

On this day, Zhuang Hanmo suddenly stood up and said to the boy: "I have a Taoist friend who is driving to the west of Hexi, and I have to go to see him off. You carry this stone tablet and follow me." The boy carried the stone tablet, Zhuang Han Mo held up a yellow umbrella, and the two of them soared into the clouds and mist, all the way to Luoyang City, and landed in front of a thatched cottage in the west of Yichuan County.

There were two people waiting in front of the thatched cottage. When they saw Zhuang Hanmo, they fell to the ground and cried bitterly, saying: "Uncle, the teacher has been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhuang Hanmo quickly walked into the thatched cottage and saw a haggard person lying on the bed. It was Cheng Yi, the great Confucian sage, who was dying with only one breath left. There were two disciples waiting beside him.

Cheng Yi, Cheng Hao and Zhuang Hanmo ambushed the military leader Zhou Tong a few years ago. Unexpectedly, the three of them suffered heavy casualties. Cheng Hao was cut in half on the spot, Zhuang Hanmo was disfigured, and Cheng Yi was also seriously injured and was killed by Zhou Tong. Dong shattered his Dantian with a knife and became a useless person, hiding in Luoyang to recuperate.

Today, Cheng Yi has finally reached the end of his life and it is time to drive westward.

When Cheng Yi saw Zhuang Hanmo coming, his face gradually turned rosy, and suddenly he was in good spirits. He got up from the bed, called four disciples, ordered them to kneel on the ground, and said: "Brother Taoist, what do you think of these four people? They may carry forward the knowledge of the saints." ?”

Zhuang Hanmo knew that he wanted to take care of him, so he looked up at the four people and saw that they were Xie Liangzuo, You Zuo, Yang Shi, and Lu Dalin, all of whom were Cheng Yi's proud disciples.

Yang Shi originally studied under Cheng Hao. After Cheng Hao's death, he learned that Cheng Yi had been seriously injured and came to Yichuan to recuperate, so he and You Hao came all the way. When Mr. Cheng was sitting upright to recuperate, there was heavy snowfall outside the door, so The two stood outside the door all day and night.

Cheng Yi originally wanted to test his patience. He had already known that he was waiting outside the door. When he woke up, he was surprised and said: "Hey, you two haven't left yet?" Thanks to their sincerity, he taught him all his Taoism.

This is the allusion of Cheng Men Li Xue, and Yang Shi and You Zuo became the four major disciples of Cheng Men.

Zhuang Hanmo looked at the faces of the four people, deduced for a long time, and said: "The future achievements of these four people will not be as good as yours, but they are not far apart."

Cheng Yi said happily: "It's not far from each other, that's enough. When Teacher Zhou founded Confucian Neo-Confucianism, he could see the principles from the Analects of Confucius and the meaning from the Yi Jing. No one in the world could understand his great meaning. Only My two brothers knew that this was really the essence of Confucianism, so Neo-Confucianism was passed down from one generation to the next.

When it comes to my brother and I's generation, Neo-Confucianism still hasn't been able to flourish, but we can find four people who understand it, twice as many as in Teacher Zhou's generation. In the future, as the fire is passed on, more and more people will understand Neo-Confucianism. If another saint appears, Neo-Confucianism will surely bloom everywhere! Brother Taoist, please estimate, when will our Confucian school produce another saint? "

Zhuang Hanmo deduced for a long time before he finished the calculation and said: "In another twenty-three years, a saint will be born..."

Before Zhuang Hanmo finished speaking, he suddenly saw Xie Liangzuo, You Ye, Yang Shi, and Lu Dalin kneeling on the ground, speechless. He looked up and saw Cheng Yi sitting on the couch with a smile on his face. It turned out that I had been angry for a long time.

Zhuang Hanmo was in great mourning. He fell to the ground and cried, with tears streaming down his face. He said, "Brother Tao passed away so happily, but I didn't know that I would have no one to talk to from now on!" Yang Shi and others cried bitterly and could not speak.

After a long time, Zhuang Hanmo stood up and said: "The Confucian saint was born twenty-three years later. He experienced ups and downs. He first studied Taoism, then Buddhism, and finally understood the principles. From then on, Confucianism flourished for seven hundred years."

Yang Shi wiped his tears and stood up, saying, "Uncle Master, what about seven hundred years from now?"

Zhuang Hanmo was silent for a long time and said slowly: "Seven hundred years later, morality will no longer exist and all dharma will be corrupted. Not only will Confucianism be gone, but Yin and Yang, Taoism, Buddhism, and hundreds of schools of thought will no longer exist. "

After saying that, he ordered the boy to carry the stone tablets, stand up and leave, saying: "Senior brother Cheng should be satisfied with the seven hundred years of prosperity. That saint's surname is Zhu, and he must be born in Wuyuan, Huizhou. As the saying goes, success is also a failure. Xi, you little friends, please do your own thing..."

"You are happy when you succeed, and you are happy when you fail..." Xie Liangzuo, You Zuo, Yang Shi, and Lu Dalin experienced Zhuang Hanmolin's words before leaving thousands of times, but they couldn't come up with a clue. Little did they know that Xi and Xi have the same pronunciation. Thirty-one years after the saint was born, this prophecy has long been forgotten.

After Yang Shi and others buried Cheng Yi, they discussed: "Uncle Zhuang said clearly when he left, but we cannot wait for the saint to be born. We must find our own disciples to pass on Neo-Confucianism."

Yang Shi said: "I am successful in my studies and can serve as an official in the court. Pay attention to beautiful women."

You Ye made good friends with Yang Shi and said, "Brother Yang and I are together."

Xie Liangzuo said: "I once disobeyed the emperor and could not enter the court, but I am willing to inherit my teacher's academy."

Lu Dalin said: "I'd better go back to Lantian. The three of us are facing each other, but if anything happens, just let us know."

The four people said goodbye to each other and left. The four Confucian sages decided their own futures. At the same time, the various schools of thought also arranged the fate of their next generation.

In Xiaoti Village, Yonghe Township, Tangyin County, Xiangzhou, a young man covered his head, squatted on the ground, and shouted: "Old man Zhou, stop beating, or you will die if you beat him again!"

An old gentleman next to him was so angry that his hands and feet were trembling. He sat on a stone bench and panted. He threw away the bamboo stick in his hand and said angrily: "Why did I, Zhou Tong, accept a lazy closed-door disciple like you? You are so old and stupid. "

The young man got up and said with a playful smile: "Who asked you to take me in? I didn't kneel down to beg you!"

Zhou Tong was choked to death, rolled his eyes, raised his finger and said: "I have accepted four disciples in my life, not counting you, a lazy man. The first disciple, Hebei Jade Qilin Lu Junyi, has defeated invincible opponents in the world, and now he is a general. He can lead tens of thousands of troops, and it will not be difficult for him to become the prime minister in the future. The third disciple, Lin Chong, is an invincible spearman and will become a general. In the future, he will be worshiped as a Taiwei. The disciple is even more impressive. Now he is the national master of the dynasty. He is worth more than ten thousand people. Even Lu Junyi and Lin Chong have to listen to him! When they were learning skills, who was not afraid that I would not teach him? They only teach them martial arts, not a single word of the art of war!

But you guys are unwilling to learn! If your three senior brothers find out, they will eat you alive! "

The young man rolled his eyes and said, "The art of war is not as interesting as martial arts. No wonder they don't learn it..."

Zhou Tong almost vomited blood when he heard the young man continue: "I have a senior brother who is a national master. Could it be that Wu Guoshi? I heard that he married the eighty-eighth concubine. They are all as beautiful as gods and Diao Chan. I am so envious. I will marry so many people in the future..."

Zhou Tong picked up the bamboo stick and beat him. The young man ran around with his head in his hands, shouting: "I'm not allowed to marry him but I'm not allowed to marry him. Old man Zhou, you are too partial!"

Zhou Tong really vomited blood this time. There was really nothing he could do to defeat him, so he had to change his approach. He took out a gold medal from his arms and said seductively: "This is the gold medal for my military strategist. After you complete your studies, you can take it with you." With this gold medal, all the disciples of the military strategist will listen to you. Even Lu Junyi and Lin Chong will listen to you, but that guy Wu Song will probably not listen. Come on, Peng Ju, memorize all these military books... "

Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, the hero has not yet grown up, and is still stubborn.

"Whoever wakes up from the big dream first will know it in my life!"

On the Huayin Huashan Mountain, a loud bell-like voice suddenly sounded, echoing endlessly in the valley, and it lasted for a long time. In a temple on the mountain, a sloppy Taoist threw some clothes on his head, and then kicked the donkey's butt hard in front of the door.

The donkey was sleeping and was kicked awake. It started barking and was quite dissatisfied with its owner. The sloppy Taoist laughed and said, "Beast, you just slept and you're still not satisfied after living for more than a hundred years?"

The donkey is just not satisfied. It would rather not live for more than a hundred years and would rather chew two carrots. The sloppy Taoist led the donkey and shouted to the temple: "Double Ninth Festival, you have been asleep for more than ten years. I have passed on all my skills as a teacher. Now I have no worries about being a teacher. I want to go down the mountain to travel and visit a few people." Fellow Taoist, then ascend. If you get bored staying on the mountain, you can take a stroll..."

A sleepy-eyed young man walked out of the temple. Hearing this, he said tremblingly: "Teacher, you only taught me how to sleep. When did you pass on all your skills to me?"

The old man shook his head and whispered: "Elm head!" He turned over and sat on the donkey, patted the donkey's head and said with a smile: "The ancients ascended, and one person achieved the Tao, a chicken and a dog ascended to heaven. Most of them are myths. But you and I, brothers, finally did it. !" He rode his donkey down the mountain happily.

"Who are we going to have fun with?" The sloppy Taoist descended from Huashan Mountain and saw firecrackers roaring and lanterns decorated everywhere. It turned out to be the New Year.

However, for immortals like Chen Tuan, failing to celebrate the New Year is a matter of indifference. After living for more than two hundred years, no matter how good things are, they no longer matter.

"Wander around and catch whoever you want!"

The Taoist rode his donkey around for a stroll. Time has passed, and all his contemporaries have died. However, the country has not changed, and this beautiful mountain and river is still the same as before. The Taoist ran to the rice field, grabbed a big toad, and said sutras to the toad for a long time, and then went on his way again like crazy.

The toad blinked and stopped catching insects to eat, and began to exhale spiritual energy at the sun and moon.

Old man Chen caught another little fox in the woods and whispered a few words into the fox's ear. The little fox smiled happily. After a few years, he turned into a beautiful girl and went around seducing men.

Chen Tuan walked to Longhu Mountain, where a Taoist priest rolled down and crawled down, knelt down and kowtowed: "Teacher, my master is coming down right away!"

"Common thing!" Everyone raised their noses and looked up at the sky, ignoring him.

On Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Zhang passed on to his son such valuable treasures as the Three Five Evil-Slaying Male and Female Sword, the Yang Ping Zhidu Gong Seal, the Flat-topped Crown, the Eight-Feng Yi, the Square Skirt, and the Zhu Lu, and told the young Tianshi Zhang: "The Taoist Law is one The lineage inheritance has been cut off for seven hundred years. It's not your fault. It's destiny. You just have to keep the Taoism for seven hundred years." He also led a donkey and came down the mountain.

Chen Tuan waited for a moment and saw a seven or eight-year-old shepherd boy riding a donkey. He smiled and said, "You can't take it to the sky, so why are you riding it?"

The shepherd boy nodded and said, "That's right." He got off the donkey, drove the donkey into the mountain, and released it.

As a result, there was such a weird scene in Huashang. A sloppy Taoist was riding a donkey, walking with a bump on his toes, and a cute little boy was following him. When everyone saw it, they all criticized the Taoist and said, "How can a father ride a donkey and let a child walk? How shameless!"

The Taoist then came down and let the shepherd boy ride the donkey. Everyone criticized him: "How can there be any reason for a son to ride a donkey and let his father walk? How unfilial!"

The shepherd boy and the Taoist priest all rode on the donkey, and someone else criticized: "It's inhumane, this donkey is so thin, and you still have the heart to have two people ride it!"

The shepherd boy and the Taoist no longer rode the donkey, and others criticized him: "If you don't ride a donkey even if you have one, both father and son are idiots!"

The shepherd boy and the Taoist couldn't help laughing, and the donkey brayed happily.

"The world is like this, the Han people are like this, the Liao people are like this, the Mongols are like this, the barbarians are like this, everyone is like this. Two fellow Taoists, what are your unfulfilled wishes?"

The shepherd boy thought for a while and said: "First go to the village master and get the stone tablets, and then go and see the national master before making a decision."

The Taoist and the donkey both nodded and walked slowly towards the capital.

"Go slower. When we get to the capital, we can just meet him and come back."

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