On the third day of the third month, a dragon raised his head and rejuvenated naturally. In an instant, spring returned to the earth, faintly flowers were in bud, grass was poured over new mud, and birds returned from the south.

The distant shadow of the lonely mountain is filled with smoke from cooking. A bell has been heard since ancient times. It has been passed down for a long time and cannot be extinct for a long time. A feeling of quietness in the mountains has come.

Although the Yangtze River comes from the sky without it, it has a unique flavor.

At the foot of Gushan Mountain is a small village, and the smoke from the cooking stove rises from there.

On the top of the Gushan Mountain, there is a small Taoist temple. The Taoist temple is not big, but it has all the buildings that the Taoist temple should have. As the saying goes, sparrows are small and all the internal organs.

In the view, there were only two Taoist priests, one old and one young. The old Taoist face was wrinkled and dark, but his eyes were filled with spirit. He had no image of "immortality and Taoist priests", but he had the vitality that even young people did not have.

The little Taoist priest was about eleven years old, with a pretty face and a well-proportioned figure, and was already five feet tall. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe, and was full of youth.

"The roaring sound is shaking, the ten directions are clear, the rivers and seas are silent, the mountains are swallowing smoke, and all spirits are buried, attracting groups of immortals. The sky is not filthy, the earth is not evil, and the cave is clear. The cave is clear, and there is a lot of mysteriousness."

The two were sitting cross-legged, reciting scriptures. Two voices, one old and one young, echoed on the quiet mountain top, without a single voice.

This is clarification rhyme.

After a long time, the two of them finished reciting, looking at the wild forests in the mountains and then looking at the small Taoist temple, the expression of the little Taoist priest changed a little.

The old Taoist looked at his disciple, shook his head slightly, and then said, "But I feel bored because of the quietness of the mountains and the boring chanting scriptures?"

The old Taoist is as insightful as the nature of this disciple. In fact, this child is still well-behaved and not absent. It is just that chanting scriptures in the mountains is a little boring.

Just a boy's heart.

When the little Taoist heard this, he did not refute or deny it, and agreed that chanting scriptures was indeed boring.

"Master, you often say that these scriptures have the great way to reach the sky, so are you reaching the sky? Which sky is the one that reaches the sky?"

The old Taoist asked, lowered his eyebrows, a little melancholy, a little silence, and a little bitter: "These scriptures do have a way to heaven, but...ah!"

Seeing that the old Taoist was sad, the little Taoist priest didn't say anything more. He was afraid that the old Taoist's tears would be pierced. What if the master cried?

What should I do?

When I was crying when I was a child, my master would use candied haws to coax myself. Now that I have grown up, I am eleven years old, and candied haws can no longer coax myself.

So if a master who is so much older than himself cries, what should he use to coax him?

Seeing that the little Taoist priest bowed his head and said, the old Taoist spoke, "As the saying goes, recite the wonderful principles thousands of times, and recite the Taoist scriptures with sincerity, and receive the blessing of divine power, is a necessary homework for every practitioner and is the duty."

After saying that, the old Taoist said nothing again, and the thousand years of magnanimity will be seen ten thousand times. The god suddenly told the others, and the soul suddenly realized it.

However, I have never truly realized the truth in my life and I have never truly realized the truth and will never die.

The white clouds are lingering in the sky for thousands of years, and in a few years, it will be time to travel by the crane.

Finally, the old Taoist looked at the little Taoist priest in front of him: "Go and play, remember to come back in the evening."

When the little Taoist heard this, he suddenly looked up in surprise.

But he remembered the lonely expression of his master just now, so he suppressed the joy in his heart: "The disciple will not go, the disciple will practice today."

"Since that's the case, then you should practice well. The water tank is gone..." The old Taoist suddenly stood up and walked out of the house swayingly. When his feet were both stepping out of the threshold, it was when the spring sun was in the sky. He looked at the sky and muttered softly.

"Accompanies you as your teacher for seven years...it will be fine for seven years!"

...

Spring goes and autumn comes, and it takes seven years to blink.

After seven years, the little Taoist priest was eighteen years old. Today is his coming-of-age ceremony. So he got up early. In the past, he had to wait until the sun was over or his master would urge him to get it.

Today, not only did he get up early, he also cleaned the entire Sanqing Hall, inside and out, and was very busy.

"The master hasn't gotten up yet, I'll go and clean the house."

Just as the little Taoist priest walked out with cleaning tools, the old Taoist came in: "Oh, why is Chen'er so diligent today? Is it because I haven't woken up yet?" After that, he was about to walk back and prepare for a nap.

"Master, don't sarcasticize me. Isn't this the disciple's coming-of-age ceremony today? Of course, you have to be more diligent." The little Taoist priest blushed slightly and pulled the old Taoist for a moment.

Today, men are eighteen years old, which is recognized by the world. After the ceremony of adulthood, it means that they will be separated from the children from now on and should be held responsible.

The old Taoist smiled, and his wrinkled dark face made people feel comfortable when he smiled: "Yes, you should grow up today."

The steps of the ceremony are extremely simple. It is just that the old Taoist is to make hair for the young Taoist priest while reminding the young Taoist priests about life principles. If the hair bun is ready, the ceremony will be done.

"Master, I suddenly felt a little lost." The little Taoist priest said with a slightly bitter face.

"How to lose the law?"

"I heard that the elders from those great families were all sitting upright in the high halls, and only invited guests from all over the world, and sat in a crowded place, and they were full of style... and I..."

The old Taoist's hand suddenly stopped and said quietly: "Yes, you, Master Zhang Ruochen's crown ceremony, you are the only black old man like me, I am so sorry."

Zhang Ruochen turned his back to the old Taoist at this moment, and he felt panicked when he heard the old Taoist's resentful voice.

It's over, Master is angry!

He quickly changed his words and said, "Actually, I think I am quite happy. I eat full, dress warmly, and the most supreme and great master teaches me to practice..."

The old Taoist shook his head and smiled, "Okay, stop flattering the old Taoist, I won't take your tricks."

“…”

"This ceremony is to make you independent of the world. I have a few words to be your teacher, so remember it."

The old Taoist said, and his hands began to tremble slightly, and Zhang Ruochen's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Zhang Ruochen didn't like this feeling, and he felt uncomfortable.

In the incense burner, there are three cheap incense sticks that are almost burning out at this moment.

"First, although this view is small, it is also a view of Taoism. You must not kill or commit evil indiscriminately, which will harm the world."

"Secondly, there are sinister things in the world, and there are many ghost realms in people's hearts. Remember to keep the spiritual platform clear and protect your original heart."

"Third, practice requires diligence, and you cannot fish for three days and dry the net for two days."

The more he spoke, the weaker the aura of the old Taoist, and the more he spoke, the more uneasy Zhang Ruochen's heart became and his nose became sour.

"Fourth, you can't be picky about food."

"Fifth, cover yourself with a quilt tonight."

"sixth……"

...

Speaking of later, what the old Taoist said was no longer life experience, but some trivial matters and complicated things in life. However, Zhang Ruochen did not say a word. He obviously didn't like his master's nagging in the past.

But now, why do I hope my master can keep nagging until the end of time?

It's very strange, right?

And those three incense sticks were less than half an inch away from burning out.

...

"Seventeenth, I am very proud to have you as a disciple."

After the old Taoist said that the three incense money, each one of the three penny, were destroyed.

There is a smile on the old Taoist face!

Perhaps, this seventeenth chapter is the last one that the old Taoist wants to talk about, so there is no regret left.

Zhang Ruochen trembled all over, tears could no longer be suppressed, and he burst out from his eyes.

He turned around and gently stroked the old Taoist's dark face, choking and murmured.

"Seven years ago, you said that you would let your disciple stay with you for seven years. In fact, the disciple heard it, but the disciple was afraid that you would be unhappy, so he kept pretending not to know."

"Master, you will never be able to see true cultivation in your entire life." Zhang Ruochen wiped away his tears and continued, "Then as your disciple, I will verify on your behalf, this world..."
Chapter completed!