Tao Zang Xuan Zhi

Autumn turns to winter and spring returns again, and it has been three years soon.

This year is an extremely important year, whether it is for Zhong Wanling, the new disciples who join the Shangqing Sect, or even the Lao Xianmen who are hundreds of miles away.

The moon crescents over Jiuzhou, and some people are happy and some are sad.

Some people in the Lao Xian Sect originally thought that Zhong Wanling was too prosperous for a while and would be unsustainable over time. But who would have known that Zhong Wanling would be in the limelight for three years after entering the Shangqing Sect. So, those who saw the joke became the joke.

The young man sitting on the futon raised his head and looked at the old man with white beard and robe in front of him.

The talisman flags hanging from the beams swayed gently with the breeze passing through the carved windows, and it seemed like one or two fragrant green leaves fell down along with the long talisman flags.

Bumeng Pavilion is located at the highest point of Lao Xianmen, facing the sacred tree on the top of the mountain across a 100-foot ravine. Under the ravine is the fairy river Mengchuan that originates from under the sacred tree. The Bu Meng Pavilion stands against the cliff, and you can stand on the cliff and look at the Meng River. The Meng River winds around the Meng Pavilion and enters the city.

In terms of shape, Bu Meng Pavilion is also the most unique place among Lao Xianmen. The Divination Pavilion has a two-entry zigzag layout. It is built according to the terrain. The center is the highest, followed by the northeast, and only the northwest has a tower. In the center is a huge sundial, surrounded by divination rooms, like a corridor, with divination rooms on both sides. The fully open door is a place for disciples to perform astrology and dream divination. To the south is the warehouse, and to the east is the living area and dormitories for the disciples of the outside family. To the west is the preparation room, with a huge waterwheel that continuously draws water from Mengchuan day and night for divination purposes. There is a ginkgo forest to the north. The house is more gorgeous than the other three. There are exquisite houses and galleries scattered among them, with winding paths leading to them. It is specially used to receive distinguished guests.

The most special one is undoubtedly the tower on the northwest cliff. It is the main building of Bu Meng Pavilion. It is not high, only more than ten feet, but there is an extraordinarily huge camphor tree running through it and growing intertwined. In the hollow center of the tower, the beams and stairs are intertwined with the branches of camphor trees. The windows are open all year round. The outdoor skylight falls into the tower from the leaky window and the branches of the trees. It is fine and mottled, like gold floating in the air. The inner walls of the tower are covered with runes, and long runes hang from the beams on the branches, swaying gently with the breeze that flows into the tower.

The young man raised his head and looked at this scene thoughtfully.

A green camphor leaf fell lightly and fell into the copper plate in front of the young man, causing a circle of ripples.

The old man with white beard and white robe was not annoyed when he saw the young man like this, but he just said it again with helplessness and sigh."Are you dissatisfied? Jieshan."

That young man is Zhong Yan's grandson, Zhong Jieshan.

The Mengchuan water in the copper plate gradually returned to calm, like a mirror, reflecting the childish but gloomy face of the young man.

He is indeed depressed.

It's not dissatisfaction or resentment. What qualifications does he have to be dissatisfied and what position does he have to complain? he is a sinner

"No. Master."Zhong Jieshan lowered his eyes and replied softly.

The old man is Zhong Cheng, the master of Mengmeng Pavilion. Zhong Jieshan's father was Zhong Cheng's disciple. After Zhong Jieshan withdrew from the Xuantian selection, he followed his father into Mengmeng Pavilion. But Zhong Jieshan's talent was far greater than that of his father. Much taller, perhaps due to his peaceful temperament or his calm mind, Zhong Jieshan quickly understood the art of dream divination and made rapid progress. At this time, he was already a close disciple of Zhong Cheng. Zhong Cheng was not unaware of

Zhong Jieshan. What Jie Shan was thinking was that he was not unaware of the child's frustrations, but he had to figure these things out on his own. Maybe a child similar to him could help him, but that child chose a more extreme path. Zhong

Cheng Thinking regretfully, he sighed helplessly and said with relief:"I know that you don't want to see your people killing each other, but sometimes we can't control it. Zhong

Jieshan lowered his head and replied in a muffled voice:"I know, Master."……All the dream fortune teller can do is give warnings to nip problems in the bud."

Zhong Cheng was speechless. They all knew the bitterness in it.

In the past three years, the internal fighting between the Zhong family and the Laoxian sect became more and more intense.

Three years ago, Zhong Shi, the elder of Xuanxing Pavilion, died mysteriously and tragically. Zhong Rucheng, Zhong Shi's son, wanted to find out the real culprit. Because of this, he occupied the first seat of Xuanxing Pavilion. But everyone knows that Zhong Shi died strangely, and no one in the mortal world can do it, but Zhong Rucheng still pointed the finger at Zhong Wanling. Anyone who knows anything knows that Zhong Wanling was killed at that time. The violent words are accidental at best, not to mention divination, I'm afraid it can't even be a curse. What Zhong Rucheng did was not because he was uneducated, but in fact he was instigated by others, and the person behind it was obvious. Fortunately, Mrs. Zhong Shujuan was at home. His reputation was so great that Zhong Rucheng did not dare to make trouble in front of him. Of course, Zhong Wanling did not take these unscrupulous methods seriously.

When the Xuantian selection was over and Zhong Wanling became famous in one battle, naturally no one in the clan dared Questioning such an eldest grandson who has the status of a disciple of the Lord.

However, Xuanxing Pavilion always fell into the hands of Zhong Rucheng and the Zou family.

In the next three years, Zhong Rucheng relied on his status as the head of Xuanxing Pavilion to conquer the clan. He is violently exploiting Lao Xianmen disciples and the people of the mountain city. Although the head of the family wants to deal with it, he is repeatedly blocked by the Council of Elders and is difficult to get rid of. This is not to blame Zhong Lin. Behind Zhong Rucheng is the Zou family, and now the Zou family is facing Lao Xianmen. The infiltration has penetrated into hundreds of bodies, and those who want to remove them must face many obstacles. All they elders can do is to reduce the number of disciples and their functions in Xuanxing Pavilion as much as possible. In recent months, Master Sun Zhong Jianan has come from above Qingzong is back. It is inappropriate to say that he is back. Everyone knows that he was sent back. Shangqingzong has regulations that if new disciples do not perform well in the first three years, Shangqingzong will persuade them to Retire; if your cultivation performance is acceptable, you can become a teacher at school. In addition to public basic courses, you can also get personal guidance from the master, who will lead you down the mountain to practice, study and research. But generally speaking, very few people are persuaded to quit. Not much.

But even though he is so dishonorable, Zhong Jianan is still the young master of the Zou family, and he is the eldest grandson of the head of the Zhong family. Zhong Lin has always cherished this grandson, and the jackals of the Zou family have noticed this. And this young master Sun also I don't know who has deceived his mind, or he is just an ignorant puppet. He actually became a brother of a different surname with the Crown Prince of Qi, and blatantly sold medicine to the clan. A patch of medicine cost a hundred taels of silver. If If you want to achieve something, it's hard to buy it for a thousand dollars.

A thousand-dollar medicine? What kind of medicine? A medicine that can make people advance rapidly and become immortals, a medicine that can make people reach the top of the world effortlessly!

It sounds nice! He, Zhong Jianan, is like this, but is this really the case!?

Zhong Jianan Cheng glanced at the young man in front of him. How sad and resentful he must be! The opportunities and ideals he had to give up were trampled upon so lightly and ruined by others. Or were they cherished by his fellow race members? Brothers are cheating.

But those ignorant people actually believed that and really had the crooked idea of ​​getting something for nothing. They didn't even think about how ridiculous it was to retreat spiritually and how shameful it was to be dismissed by the Shangzong! Where did he get the face? , actually selling medicine with this? What do they think, that they would spend a lot of money to buy this medicine! This is really not something Zhong Cheng and others can understand.

The medicine is also sold at a weird price. They say that if they don’t have enough money, they can buy it from relatives and friends. With friends, if you bring in one person, you can get 30% off, and if you bring in three people, you can get a free payment.

Soon, someone else had other ideas. Even among the Immortal Sect members, not everyone is interested in cultivating immortality and refining Qi. Enlightenment requires talent, and cultivation is a hard job, but money is loved by everyone. Some people think that since everything is profit. , it is better to simply exchange the"medicine" for money, drag relatives and friends over, and exchange the money for the relatives and friends.

The Zou family, who regard wealth as their life, are naturally happy to see this happen. The future is money, status and power are money, friendship and love are money, and flesh and blood are also money. Those who spend real money to buy medicine will be given money; those who become relatives and friends will be given money. It doesn't matter if you don't have money. If you become a talent, if you become moral, if you become flesh and blood, nothing can be exchanged for money.

Even the eldest grandson Zhong Jianan, who has been wearing the mask of an honest and obedient filial son for more than ten years, cannot restrain his inner ecstasy and does not hesitate to boast in front of others, saying:"If I had known that there was such a good business in the world, why would I have repaired it in the first place? What's wrong with Xianxue?"

When he heard this, Zhong Cheng knew that this seemingly well-behaved young man was completely ruined, and the Zhong family might not last long. If this continues, Lao Xian Sect will be like a big tree parasitized by grass and vines. Sooner or later it will wither and collapse.

But what can they do?

Zhong Cheng thought like this and couldn't help but sigh again.

"To know destiny, to understand destiny, to predict destiny is not to accept it, but to change it."

These words suddenly rang in his ears, and Qingyue's female voice was calm but firm.

This is what Zhong Wanling said to him three years ago.

Three years ago, the eldest lady Zhong Shujuan withdrew from the election for her daughter without permission. At that time, everyone thought that the situation was over. Whether it was the clan chosen by Xuantian or the situation of the Zhong family in the future.

Therefore, when Zhong Cheng saw Zhong Wanling coming to visit the next day, he thought he would see a pitiful person who was filled with grief, anger, despair and death. girl, but what he saw was a woman who was as elegant as before, still calm, but far more resolute and mature than before. He thought Zhong Wanling was here to redeem Xuantian's qualification to participate in the selection, but the child was only interested in this. No words were mentioned.

She said:"The big tree will fall, and there will be no eggs in the nest on the tree.

She said:"When the poison enters the bones and flesh, then the bones are removed and the flesh is scraped. Even if I am a Shura, I must scrape off all the poison." If not, there is no other way.

She said:"Knowing destiny, knowing destiny, is not to accept it, but to change it." Those who know destiny are not just bystanders, but pioneers."

That's right. He has been telling fortunes for decades, but he still can't see as clearly as that child in just a few years.

Zhong Cheng stretched out his hand, picked up the camphor leaves from the copper plate in front of Zhong Jieshan, and said softly:"Knowing your fate is not the way to follow it. Acceptance is to change your destiny."

Zhong Jieshan raised his head in surprise. This was different from the lessons he usually heard in Meng Pavilion.

Zhong Cheng looked at the rippling Mengchuan water in the copper plate and remembered what Zhong Wanling said when he came to see her that day.——"In fact, there is no need for divination for many things. You and I can clearly see how they will happen and how they will turn out. Since you don’t want to see it come to fruition, why not stop it? If we don’t stop it, who else can?"

Zhong Jieshan was surprised.

Zhong Cheng just put the camphor leaf in Zhong Jieshan's hand and said calmly:"Someone has to take out the karma that shouldn't be there."