Chapter 178: In the past, cause and effect

Ancient times, Qin and Han Dynasties, Tang and Song Dynasties, wilderness, battlefields, towns.
A page of gold paper constantly clashes with a black ball.
Lu Zhengkang struggled to suppress Xiangshu, while also working hard to break free from the seal of hell.
He can guarantee that he will break free before Xiangshu, after all, Pure Land is much stronger than Hell.
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Ranshan’s thirty-two peaks each have their own beauty. Ranshanmen built houses and repaired the road in this large mountain range.
The vast mountains, these many old forests are covered with undulating hills, and many places are rugged and difficult to navigate. The cultivators tend to live in seclusion in secluded places in order to fit the nature. In the vast land, there are many predecessors of Ranshan. Able people, often many of the same people have never met in a lifetime.
That's it.
However, the lowest-level disciples in the mountain are called scattered people, who are often in charge of handy duties and take care of the nobles.
The next level is the sword slave. Before repairing the sword, you should be a slave first, sincerely and honestly, looking for the road. Most disciples at this level have masters who take practice.
However, the three sects of the mountains, the Yin-Yang sect, the Shenjian sect, and the Jade Talisman sect, climbed steadily. If the disciples of the cultivator can pass these three hurdles, are outstanding and have good morals, they can leave the wanderers and be promoted to the position of the descendants of the three sects.
The highest level of disciples is the Three Sect Descendants, also known as true disciples.
After reaching the three sect heirs, the Taoist priests are qualified to preach the Tao and teach the profession and accept disciples. If you are a disciple, you are also a servant. After becoming a master, the happiest thing is to instruct the little disciple to do things.
The veteran Song Kaixiu is a very mediocre guy. His martial arts attainments are very poor. However, his master is the former Immortal Master Ranshan, and this relationship is there, so it is natural for him to become a man before his master's death. The true story.
This step exhausted all his fortune. After that, for decades, he was never promoted, he could not be regarded as Qinglang protector, and his teacher died of old age. Slowly, he faded his self-motivated mind and planned to find a disciple to inherit. He is a "good skill".
Smelly sweet potatoes are only worthy of rotten bird eggs. Song Kaixiu took a few loose people back and forth. They all ran away because of the old and crappy martial arts and left for others.
In the end, the aggrieved Song Kaixiu decided not to accept disciples again. For another three to five years, until one day, he found a little baby in a wolf den on the mountain. The kid saw that he was not afraid at all and was raised by the wolf mother. For a few years, he didn't have the slightest wildness on his body, and he looked pure and innocent. The old way was so happy that he felt that God had bestowed a good student to make him feel proud.
He took the little baby back to take care of it carefully. The days passed. The child grew up and followed his master every day. He didn't know if Song Kaixiu's education level was too poor. In short, the child was abandoned.
It’s a little too late. The old Taoist used this reason to comfort himself with a guilty conscience, not because he couldn't teach himself, but because this kid had a precocious talent, and his potential was exhausted when he grew up.
With this recognition, the old Daozhi made the apprentice more at ease.
"Ping An, go and bring in the footwashing water, not too hot."
"Ping'an, let's cook the rice. You can heat up the plate of fried pork with garlic sprouts that you didn't finish last night..."
Peace this, peace that, peace and do everything you need to do.
Wang Pingan.
The little Taoist asked Master, why should he give his surname Wang?
The old Taoist coughed a few times and fooled him.
The reason is actually very simple. His biological father was Wang.
Song Kaixiu knew the life experience of his apprentice. When Wang Ping'an was discovered by him, a brass longevity lock was hung on his neck with the birth date engraved on it.
Although Lao Dao's level of professionalism in Taoism is not high, his basic skills are not bad. It took him several years to find his apprentice's own father, a beggar known as Wang San Mazi, in ragged clothes and pus-filled sores.
As for Wang Ping'an's mother, she was dead long ago.
"Stay in Ranshan, stay with Master, for the rest of your life, don't ask you to excel, just be safe."
The little Taoist is unhappy, unhappy in various senses.
Poor in martial arts, weak in technique, and soft in character. He was squeezed by his master at home and ignored by his peers in the school. He felt like a transparent person.
In the 109th year of the Pure Land calendar, he was eight years old, on June thirteenth, and went to the mountain alone to collect medicine.
It rained a little bit last night, the soil in the mountains was still moist, and the mountains were filled with woods. Walking on the mountain roads full of thorns, the crown of the trees dripped rain from time to time, dripping on him, on the robe, and medicine. In the basket, the water is very cold, it hits the skin like small ice beads, so cold that people can shiver.
Wang Ping’an walked along a familiar road. He only planned to go to the depths of the woods to find some elderflowers. However, the fog was too heavy, and he accidentally turned into an unfamiliar animal trail, which was animals such as wild boars and hares in the mountains. The way out.
At the end is a cave.
Wang Ping’an’s eyes widened. In the dim light and misty fog, a large group of beasts were gathering around the cave entrance. A tiger, six or seven foxes, three wild wolves, a few hedgehogs, a litter of rabbits...there were hundreds of them, almost all of them. Animals from several nearby hills have come.
They were lying on their stomachs quietly, silently, looking towards the darkness in the cave.
The predator meets the prey, the carnivorous meets the herbivore, but they are peaceful and peaceful.
What's in the cave?
His arrival was discovered by a tiger. The beast turned his head to look at him, and then suddenly got up. Wang Ping'an was stunned, thinking that the big worm was going to eat himself, but he intuitively felt that the tiger was spiritual, emotional, and not Maybe you don’t even eat the rabbit beside your mouth, just catch people and kill them?
Sure enough, the tiger made a listening gesture, and then roared a few times, the group of beasts let out a way, and Wang Ping'an could step straight into the cave.
do you want to go?
Of course I am going.
There are so many fairy tales. After reading it, he dreams of an adventure. Now that the opportunity is right in front of him, how can he let it go?
Courageously passing through the herd, he entered the cave. It wasn't dark here. There were small holes leaking light in, and there were no living things in the holes. Wang Ping'an walked forward with ease, and he just walked a few steps and ended.
A stone wall blocked the way, and it was wet and covered with moss.
The little Taoist looked around and saw no immortals. He immediately became anxious. He kept groping on the stone wall. The rough rock was cold and hard, and there was still a layer of sticky water stains. He approached the stone and looked carefully.
Go all the way down until the right hand touches a smooth jade-like wall.
Wang Ping’an took a leap, took out the medicine picking hoe, and started to shave the stone along the edge of the jade. These are limestone~EbookFREE.me~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the stone is a black four-sided pyramid, which is obviously an artifact, imitating Mount Xumi. He was overjoyed now, forgetting his exhaustion, and digging harder.
Three rods in the sun, most of the stone was cleared, Wang Ping'an pulled the pyramid out of the stone with all his might, and he also pulled out a piece of gold paper.
As soon as the golden paper came out, the beasts wailed from outside the cave. Wang Ping'an held the pyramid and stared at the golden paper on the ground. The corner of the roll of paper was spread out, revealing a faintly iron-black arm and a thin palm. With evil and horror.
At this look, he seemed to be caught in his internal organs, and he felt a sharp pain.
"Ah--" the cry quickly fell as the lungs were drained of air.
He felt that he was going to die, this was not a fairy fate, it was death.
At this moment, a white light appeared from the pyramid in his arms, gently soothing his body and mind. Wang Ping'an gasped as if he was about to drown, not daring to look at the golden paper again.
The light in the pyramid became brighter and brighter, causing the Taoist brows to become hot.
Calm words sounded in his ears, "You picked up the hilt, remember to send it to the descendant of Taiwu, don't run around, move faster."
What hilt? Taoist priests did not understand.
Suddenly, the pyramid shook, Wang Ping'an couldn't hold him, and he immediately let go. He saw the black jade-like quadrangular pyramid suddenly pressed against the gold paper, and then there was a muffled hum, and both disappeared.
Nothing was caught.
All morning was wasted.
Wang Ping'an stayed for a while, and then recovered. The noise outside was not small. He was afraid that someone would come soon, so he quickly picked up the medicine basket and prepared to leave.
After leaving the cave, all the animals lying on the ground were dead.
The cold wind blows, and the sweaty little Taoist only feels cold in his heart.