Yu Qiuyang paused, took out a scroll from his body and pushed it in front of Xu Beili, and said with a smile: "I always feel that I am a bit too abrupt. I have something here that I hope can make the real person Beili calm down."
Xu Beili, the orthodox master of the Supreme Taoist sect, was shocked at times, he must have been, but since he took over the Quanzhen sect, he has rarely shown any surprise. , can't be too petty.
The scroll that Yu Qiuyang handed over was already a little yellowed, and the wooden scrolls at both ends were still a little damaged. Before the painting spread out, a breath of decay and vicissitudes came out. Xu Beili stared at the scroll, and there was obviously a kind of The very familiar feeling even made his Gu Jingbubo's heart a little restless.
Yu Qiuyang picked up the teacup and blew on the tea in it, staring at the leaves floating on the water and not paying attention to the opposite side, Xu Beili glanced at the picture scroll, then reached out to pick it up, and spread it out in front of him. Portrait painting, the person in the painting is wearing a yellow Taoist robe, holding a banana fan in his hand, a long beard over his chest, an old face with a broad forehead, a broad face, and long hair behind his head pinned up by a hairpin. The upper right of the painting reads A few small seal characters, Chongyangzi, the Fifth Patriarch of the North.
Xu Beili was startled, his hands holding the scroll trembled at the same time, he raised his head "swish", looked at Yu Qiuyang and asked, "This, this"
"This is the portrait of the real person Chongyang, I specially took it from elsewhere and sent it to the real person Yu Beili," Yu Qiuyang said lightly.
Xu Beili got up immediately, straightened his Taoist robe, picked up the dust whisk, and said loudly: "Thank you, fellow Daoist, for your righteousness."
This Chongyang real person portrait was painted by Yang Buzhi, a great painter in the Northern Song Dynasty, for Wang Chongyang. Since he founded Quanzhen Sect, it has been hung in Chongyang Palace for people to admire. However, after entering the Ming Dynasty, Quanzhen was not as good as it was in its decline. Taoism began to be suppressed, and the first to bear the brunt was the authentic Quanzhen sect of Taishang Taoism. Zhu Yuanzhang even began to expel Zhengyi, Tianshi and Taishang disciples. Even though there are so many sects split, they still regard Wang Chongyang as their patriarch and respect him very much. But since then, Wang Chongyang has two very important things, which are the symbols of Quanzhen sect. was lost.
One is this Chongyang real portrait, and the other is the Chongyang Quanzhen collection written by him. These two things are called the symbols of Quanzhen, but they were lost in the early Ming Dynasty. After Ruchu, looking for these two things has become the primary goal of the heads of the past generations. Unfortunately, in Xu Beili's generation, there is still no news.
Xu Beili calmed down, sat down again, and said with a complicated expression: "Fellow Daoist, do you want to make a deal on the channel?"
Yu Qiuyang shook his head and said: "If you say it's a transaction, it's a shame that Master Beili has also tarnished my heart. He is also a Taoist disciple, and Master Chongyang is also an ancestor I admire in my heart. To be able to tour his relics is also in my opinion. It¡¯s a great deed, no deal, no matter whether Master Beili agrees to my request just now, I will return this painting to Quanzhen Sect.¡±
Xu Beili took a breath in a daze. Yu Qiuyang said that this was not a deal, but could he really accept this great favor for no reason?
Buddhist Taoism is the most concerned about cause and effect, so it should not be messed with easily!
Unexpectedly, at this time, before Xu Beili replied, Yu Qiuyang said very seriously: "Here, I solemnly promise to Zhenren Beili that three years later, I will also dedicate the Chongyang Complete Collection here." superior"
After a long time, Xu Beili sighed silently, and said, "Fellow Daoist has given me two great gifts I don't know when fellow Daoist will use my Quanzhen Big Dipper Formation?"
"Two days later!"
Yu Qiuyang finally let go of his tense expression, he let out an extremely rare breath of relief, his back was already wet.
In the Tibetan area, on the top of a snow-capped mountain, there is an old monk who has been sitting on a raised boulder for more than a few years, wearing only a simple cassock, meditating and chanting sutras all day long.
Below the old monk is a temple, Ganden Monastery.
In Ganden Monastery, a young lama wearing a red cassock with a yellow high felt hat on his head and his hands in his wide sleeves came out, stepping on the deep snow to the top of the snow mountain.
Behind him, a group of lamas bowed and saluted and said in unison: "Send the Living Buddha out of the temple, and hope that the Living Buddha will return soon."
The corners of the young Living Buddha's mouth twitched twice, and he muttered angrily: "It's been almost a year, why don't I come back? I am Huanxi Buddha, Huanxi Buddha, not Living Buddha"
The young living Buddha with broken thoughts walked up to the top of the snow-capped mountain with his fists waving his fists, and when he came to the front and back of the old monk, his expression suddenly calmed down, and he knelt on the ground and said, "Master!"
"Let's go" the old monk opened his cloudy eyes, stood up, and stepped on it almost to death with his bare feet.?? on the snow.
Cao Shanjun hurriedly followed up, and asked with a grin: "Master, where are we going?"
"Go, where we should go"
Cao Shanjun twitched the corner of his mouth again, and said, "Master, it's just the two of us, can you stop talking about Zen?"
The old monk was unmoved, and walked down the snow-capped mountain step by step. Cao Shanjun pouted and said, "Mount Zhongnan, Gujing Temple I know all about it, why don't you play charades with me?"
Lingnan, the Wang Family Courtyard.
Fatty Wang stood in front of the door with his arms around Yang Fei'er. Beside him stood his uncle Wang Zhongguo and several other children of the Wang family. After waiting for a while, an Audi A8 slowly drove up to the gate of the compound.
Qi Changqing pushed open the car door and got out of the car. Wang Xuanzhen immediately greeted him with a smile on his face, and said, "Brother, are you safe here?"
Qi Changqing nodded speechlessly and said: "They are all the heads of the family, naughty"
Wang Xuanzhen squinted his eyes and said: "You and my father are of the same generation, so I should be more innocent in front of you, isn't that what I should do?"
"Am I that old?" Qi Changqing glared at him, then turned to Wang Zhongguo and said, "I've met Mr. Wang."
"Is this the first time for Changqing to come to the Wang Family Courtyard? No need to be an outsider, no matter where you come from, Gujing Temple and my family are one family." Wang Zhongguo said to him politely, and then said: "After receiving the letter If you dare, come here and wait inside, Changqing, I will take you there."
"Okay, that's troublesome"
Fatty Wang followed behind and asked curiously: "Master, why did you come to our house this time"
"Children don't inquire about adults' matters." Qi Changqing slapped him back with one sentence.
The meeting between Qi Changqing and Wang Chaotian lasted for a long time, and on the day Qi Changqing came to the Wang family, he left the Wang family compound with the already retired Wang Chaotian, and when they left, both of them looked extremely serious.
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