Chapter 592: Taoshan Taoist

However, he still had doubts in his heart and asked, "Senior, since Xianjun Mao calls himself Xianjun, he must be a god-man, right?"
"You don't need to ask more, just go. Please use the visit this site." Sun Ma said, "He lives in Maoshan. As for where he lives in Maoshan, he has to find a place on his own and time is limited. It's difficult, but you have Buddha eyes on your body, it shouldn't be a problem."
Zhang Jun arched his hands and said: "Thank you!"
"We don't owe each other anymore." Grandma waved her hand, "Okay, you can go down."
Although he had some doubts now, he knew that he couldn't ask anything more, so he got up and left.
As Sun Ma said, time was limited, so he immediately proceeded to deal with it. First, he took out the jade box full of golden light and handed it to Sun Ma, and then took the Jade Pill, Ghost Rune, and Dragon and Tiger Mirror. Go to Maoshan.
Maoshan is located 60 kilometers west of Jinling City. It has a long history and is known as "the first blessed place and the eighth cave of heaven". It is the birthplace of the Shang Qing Dynasty.
Ge Hong once wrote "Baopuzi" here. It is also the place where Zhengyi and Quanzhen Sect were developed, so Maoshan's position in Taoism is extraordinary.
Today's Maoshan is no longer a place for cultivation, this place, like Longhushan, has become a tourist area. Maoshan Scenic Area has nine peaks, nineteen springs, twenty-six caves, and twenty-eight ponds. Usually visitors are like weaving and it is rare to find peace.
Zhang Jun arrived in Jinling City, Beijing by private plane, and then a car was provided by the local wealthy gang, and then headed for Maoshan.
Due to the tight schedule, he did not dare to delay on the road. He drove the car himself. He only took half an hour to get there for the 60 or 70 kilometers.
The brothers here have been waiting for a long time, and when others arrived, they led him to Maoshan. The brother who led the way was a native of Maoshan, whose surname was Mao, and his name was Mao Shaoshuai.
As he walked, Master Mao introduced the roadside scenery to Zhang Jun. He didn't know that Zhang Jun was looking for someone, he thought it was to enjoy the scenery.
"Look at the big boss. The front is Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace. This place was burned during the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. It was repaired later, but it was built well." Mao said.
Zhang Junshang had no intention of admiring the scenery. He had been observing the surroundings with his eyes and eyes, but he had found nothing. This place seemed to have been thoroughly developed, let alone Mao Xianjun, even a cultivator hadn't found it.
He secretly felt strange in his heart that Maoshan's inheritance should have not been cut off, why is it not as good as Longhushan?
It's useless to be anxious at this moment. He settled down and walked everywhere, hoping to discover something. At the bottom of the peak where the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace is located, you can see that Jiuxiao Palace sits north and south, which is quite atmospheric.
Marshal Mao said that in the heyday of this palace, there were two pavilions of Tibetan scriptures and saint masters, five halls of Taiyuan, Gaozhen, Second Sage, Lingguan, Dragon King, Yuxiang, Raoxiu, Chayun, Zhong Bi, There are more than one hundred buildings such as the Lizhen and Yihu Six Daoyuan, the roads on the left and right sides, and the guest hall; the entire palace is majestic and magnificent.
It was a pity that it was destroyed by the Taiping Army. What I see now is built later, and it looks like it.
Now that they are here, Zhang Jun is ready to go for a walk. They walked around with the tourists, and Zhang Jun felt very boring. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a table outside the flower hall. A dry old Taoist was sitting on a bamboo chair and set up a fortune-telling booth.
He was startled, he had scanned with his eyes before, and he didn't find anyone here! He hurriedly scanned with his eye consciousness, feeling that the old man's place was empty.
This discovery made him happy. After three steps and two steps, he arrived at the fortune-telling booth and said with a smile: "Master Dao, I want to tell the fortune."
The old man was very thin, his teeth had fallen out, and his face was wrinkled. I don't know whether he was 80 or 90 years old. It seemed that a gust of wind could blow him down.
His business didn't seem to be very good. When the business came to the door, he suddenly smiled and raised his face to look at Zhang Jun. But he glanced at it, and suddenly he sank his face and said, "I don't count your divination. If you forget it, you will be unlucky."
The tourists all around laughed, and some people said, "Look at this Taoist priest, he will still try to play tricks."
Zhang Jun was taken aback. He waved his hand to let the stare-eyed Marshal Mao leave, and said sincerely, "Master Dao, the money is easy to discuss."
As he said, he put Maoshan's ghost runes and magic cards on the table, and Old Dao stared in surprise, and asked, "Where did you get it?"
"Bought it at the Golden Terrace." Zhang Jun grinned, "Now the things are returned to their original owners."
Old Tao sneered: "How do you know I am from Maoshan?"
"Xianjun Games Fengchen, really few people know, but I know you are always in Maoshan." Zhang Jun said, still smiling.
The old man sneered: "What's left on you, take it out. Jiu Niang is really getting more and more confused as she gets older, and she actually revealed my identity."
Zhang Jun thought to himself, that Jiuniang is the grandmother, right? He didn't say anything, and then took out the Dragon and Tiger Mirror and Du Jie Dan, and said sincerely: "Longhushan is in trouble, please Xianjun help."
The old man did not deny his identity, obviously he is Mao Xianjun. Taking a look at Du Jie Dan, he said lightly: "Longhushan reopened the gate, I already know, you don't need to say, I will go."
Zhang Jun was overjoyed and got up and bowed: "Thank you, senior!"
"No need to thank me." He waved his hand, "You go."
Zhang Jun stood still, he asked, "There is one more thing for the younger generation to ask."
"Say." Old Dao said lightly.
"Shangqing Gangqi, but Maoshan's unique knowledge?" He knew that Shangqing Gangqi must be the inheritance of Maoshan.
"Shangqing Gangqi has been circulated more than a thousand years ago. There are cultivators in Quanzhen and Zhengyi schools." Mao Xianjun replied, "but there are not many cultivators in this world, and there are not a dozen."
Zhang Jun asked this because a sage master of the Shengjiao was practicing Shangqing Gangqi. He was worried that the man was related to the Qingzong on Maoshan, so he asked this question.
Hearing this, he was relieved and bowed again before leaving.
When going down the mountain, walk down the long stone ladder, one step by one. As soon as he landed on his left foot, there was a sudden thunder in his ears and he entered another world.
He was shocked, knowing that he had fallen into an illusion, which was similar to the illusion.
In front of me is a majestic mountain, the height of this mountain is more than 100,000 meters, and the size of this mountain is more than 500 li. The mountains are lush and lush, open up a mountain road, build a Taoist temple, a piece of palace.
There are birds and animals, flowers, fish and insects on the mountain, people walking on the mountain road, and people coming and going in the palace temple. The dress of these people is very old, big-sleeved robes.
Zhang Jun was on the mountain road at this moment, and a fourteen-five-year-old Taoist walked in front of him. The Xiaodaotong looked at Zhang Jun curiously, and seemed strange how he wore such clothes.
He asked, "Who are you? Why did you break into me on Qingshan?"
Zhang Jun had calmed down and said, "I went to Maoshan before, and when I went down, I stepped out and got here."
Dao Tong looked surprised, his eyes widened and he shouted, "Nonsense! How could you climb the mountain without my enchantment charm from Shangqingshan?"
Having said this, he suddenly raised his hand and shot a white light, as if a piece of talisman paper flew out. The talisman soared into the sky, screaming harshly.
Suddenly, dozens of figures appeared in all directions, including men and women, young people and young people. They surrounded Zhang Jun and stared at him vigilantly.
Zhang Jun felt hairy in his heart. Although he was in an illusion, he felt that these people were very strong, and several of them were real power level masters. Moreover, this is an illusion, no one knows what the consequences will be after doing it.
He smiled bitterly, and had to say: "I came to Maoshan to pay homage to Mao Xianjun. Who knows that when I leave, I will enter a fantasy world."
"What? Have you seen Xianjun? Where is he?" Dao Tong suddenly asked in shock, his voice trembling.
Zhang Jun was about to speak, and suddenly felt that he had stepped on the steps and stepped out of the illusion.
He looked at the Marshal Mao next to him with a weird expression, his expression was as usual, obviously he did not know what had just happened.
"It's obviously been a long time just now, but in reality, I don't even seem to stop moving. It's a short step, and it lasted such a long time in the illusion. It's really amazing." He was surprised and couldn't figure out how to return. thing.
Soon after Zhang Jun left, a young man dressed in white sports came to the palace, exactly like the Taoist boy in Shangqingshan. He looked around. Unfortunately, Mao Xianjun has already left, and even Zhang Jun and Mao Marshal are gone.
He showed a pity look, and murmured: "Xianjun must have been here, I can feel his breath. Who was that person before? How could he enter Shangqingshan? He clearly didn't attract a magic talisman!"
He talked to himself for a moment, shook his head and left, got into a luxury sports car, and left.
Today's experience makes Zhang Jun's mood very complicated. Where is Shangqing Mountain? Is it just an illusion? If it is an illusion, it is too real.
Moreover, how can there be so many people in the illusion, and all of them have flesh and blood, and thinking, it should not be like this in the illusion. What's more, he is sure that he has been sober and shouldn't fall into a illusion.
Along the way, his mind was very heavy, and he didn't say a word with Mao, until the car drove to the airport.
When I returned to Longhu Mountain, it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening. He wanted to go to the Taiqing Hall to visit his mother, but the door of the palace was closed, and the people inside seemed to have fallen asleep.
He had no choice but to return to see Hua Buyi.
Huabuyi is playing against the Great Bodhisattva, and the two have reached an important point. The situation is not good for Huabuyi.
Zhang Jun glanced at it and said with a smile: "Master, I'll give you a trick." With that said, Daihua Commoner took a step.
No matter how great the concentration of the Great Bodhisattva is, it will be hot now, but he finally got the upper hand, and he couldn't help saying: "Watch the chess without saying a word, you kid go aside."
Zhang Jun said solemnly: "There is no difference between victory and defeat, the predecessors have taken a look."
The Great Bodhisattva snorted coldly: "Tell me about the intangible. You are still a bit short. Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. If I have a victory or defeat in my heart, I will fall behind."
Zhang Jun's heart moved, but he refused to admit defeat, and said, "If there is no victory in the heart of seniors, why should you fight for victory?"
The Great Bodhisattva laughed again and said: "I have no victory in my heart, and there is no loss. What I am striving for is neither victory nor loss. In other words, I have nothing to fight for."
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