288 times, sitting with a cup and listening to the stringless song, and you can understand the machine of creation in a blink of an eye

Meng Haoran often made friends with officials in the Imperial College, wrote poems and chanted poems, and had close contacts with important officials in the court such as Wang Wei and Zhang Jiuling. A poet in the literary world of the Tang Dynasty was probably an official in the officialdom. Songs were a fashion, and almost everyone from a background liked to write two poems.

Meng Haoran's opportunity finally came. One day he was a guest at Wang Wei's house to talk about poetry. Emperor Li Longji suddenly arrived, and Meng Haoran avoided it. Wang Wei told Emperor Meng Haoran was at his home. Li Longji was very happy and said to Wang Wei: "I have heard of this person, but I will come and see him."

Meng Haoran paid a visit to the emperor and recited a poem with great expectations: Don’t write a letter to the north, and return to my old house in the south. The wise ruler abandoned him, and often sickly old friends. The white hair urged his old age, and the green sun was about to get rid of the year. He was always worried and unable to sleep. The moonlit night window was empty.

As soon as he read the third sentence "I am not talented and wise," Li Longji was displeased. After he finished reciting, he asked, "You have not sought a career, why did you come to Chang'an to take the imperial examination? You once regarded yourself as a secluded man. Why did I abandon you? Why did you claim to be a famous person? Why did you slander me for poetry and prose?" Then he left, and Meng Haoran traveled to Chang'an and wanted to hear something.

Meng Haoran was depressed, and he left Chang'an and went to Jiangnan to express his feelings among the mountains and rivers. He wrote many poems to show his indifference and not vain and powerful people, but only seeking self-discipline. On the one hand, he wrote it for others to read it, and on the other hand, he was also comforting himself. He spent more than a year of money and indulged in love with his feelings, and had to fade his utilitarian spirit.

Although he claimed to be forgetful, he could not forget it deep down. When Meng Haoran wrote a poem on Qingyi River, he wrote a sentence "The stone meets the Rakshasa" that implied the setbacks that Chang'an met the emperor but could not be used, which corresponds to the indifferent sentiment of the next sentence "The mountains are respected and the pavilion is quiet". The above is not Meng Haoran's original description, but the process of Mei Zhenyi as an onlooker to understand.

Interestingly, when Meng Haoran mentioned the past when he was released from guilty in person and was released, he had regrets deep down, but was very proud on the surface. It seemed that he had done something very amazing, and he was waiting for Mei Zhenyi to praise him. Unfortunately, Mei Zhenyi did not praise him, and Meng Haoran felt vaguely disappointed and difficult to reveal. This complex and contradictory mentality can be clearly understood by Mei Zhenyi's immortal spiritual consciousness.

Mei Zhenyi wanted to laugh a little, but she didn't laugh. Let's not talk about Li Longji for the time being, Meng Haoran's experience was self-inflicted. Meng Haoran's landscape poems are quite good. They are better than Kong Ming's poems, but he thought he was self-righteous when he lived in seclusion in the countryside, but he could not have any legendary visits to the wise and wise master fell from the sky to invite him. He was not.

This kind of self-reliance is a kind of naive delusion. It is not only the innocence of literati, but also the hidden delusion of most people in the world. Those who do not have the achievements of themselves but regard themselves as talented will most of them sigh that they are not appreciated. For example, some people read the classics of alchemy and think that their wisdom is excellent. When they see Mei Zhenyi, they ask, "Why didn't you come early to invite me to practice immortality?" Mei Zhenyi didn't have to pay attention to him.

Meng Haoran's career is not going well and claims that he does not seek fame and fortune is a self-comfort. The true meaning of seclusion is not this. Such an experience may also become an opportunity to understand the state of indifference, but judging from Meng Haoran's performance, it is obvious that he has not truly realized it.

With this thought, Mei Zhenyi spoke and said, "I am noble and honest, and I am not surprised by favors and disgraces, I am not complaining, I am not boasting, I am not relying on them, but I am only able to stop my actions. If Brother Meng really had the heart of 'to accompany Lai Shaou', these resentful past events would not be mentioned deliberately. Why did I raise my cup alone and chant in the boat? Even though I live in the quiet mountains and rivers, my heart is still not dead."

Meng Haoran said drunkenly: "Poetry and prose have been around forever, and fame and fame have not ended forever. I am not a master of the emperor. Now I have forgotten it among the mountains and rivers, enjoying the joy of freedom. Listening to the words of the people of Meishan, are you also a guest of good deeds?"

Mei Zhenyi nodded and said, "Yes, I am a person who cultivates immortals."

Meng Haoran said loudly: "Huayi Xianjia Yu. She chuckled at the prince! Today is really destined to do so. Why don't you ask the beauty in the boat to move the boat to wait for wine? You and I will talk about the way of golden liquid cinnabar on this river?"

Mei Zhenyi shook her head and smiled faintly: "Brother Meng is a famous scholar. The pastoral poetry in her writing can be left forever, and she will be covered up by being unlucky. Today's fate ends here." After saying that, she disappeared in front of Meng Haoran.

Meng Haoran was shocked and woke up immediately. He subconsciously stood up and rushed out of the cabin to look out. Where was the shadow of the boat just now on the river? He looked into the cabin again. The wine and food were still on the table. Only then did he realize that he had really met a god today. When he came to his senses, he wanted to ask the fairy again, but it was too late, so he paused his feet at the bow of the boat.

Mei Zhenyi casts spell to cover the traces of the two boats. Only a row of water lines were left on the river. He went north to enter the Yangtze River, and then reappeared among the world. He sailed along the Yangtze River, passed Runzhou, went down to Jinling, went out from the estuary of the Yangtze River, and then went south to Qiantang Bay along the coastline.

Since ancient times, the tide of Qiantang has been surging and spectacular, but few people can sit on the boat building like Princess Yuzhen to appreciate it. Mei Zhenyi's boat rushed into Wu with the Qiantang tide. The hull has been steadily sitting on the head of the white waves about a tide at a height of about a tide, and it seems to fly with the surging waterline. The next day I entered Qiantang, I opened my sails and went upstream, like a landscape painting, and then headed west into the Fuchun River.

The two ships Mei Zhenyi and others were just a drop in the sea, but they were as calm as rocks in the storm. When they entered the Fuchun River and encountered dangerous shoals, they also drifted steadily at the torrents. It was obviously the transfer of the great magic power of the immortals.

Wu Jun, a literati of the Southern Dynasty, once described the scenery of Fuchun River in this way: the wind and smoke are clean, the Tianshan Mountains are all in color. From the current to Tonglu, about a hundred miles, the strange mountains and waters are unique in the world. The waters are all blue and blue, and the bottom is thousands of feet high. The fish and stones are swim directly. The rushing arrows are very fast, and the waves are like running. The mountains on the shore are all cold trees, which are competing for the top, and they are far away from each other, competing for high and straight, and thousands of peaks are formed. The spring water is thrilling, and the sound of the chirping sounds; the good birds sing and chirping to form a rhyme. The cicadas are turning thousands of turns, and the apes are screaming. The kites fly over the sky and look at the peaks and calm their hearts; those who are doing worldly affairs are obsessed with the valleys and forget to turn. The horizontal bars are blocked, and the day is still dark; sparse strips are reflected, and sometimes the sun is seen.

The beautiful scenery along the way was vividly portrayed in just over a hundred words. Half a month has passed since the tour, and the meeting time of the sword-washing pool has arrived. Mei Zhenyi and Yingyi took these two boats back the same way and waited at Yanziji, Jinling. He and Zhiyanshe boat landed onshore, walked through the mountains and rivers of the Dongwu Dynasty to the sword-washing pool as scheduled.

The sword-washing pool is not far from the bank of Fuchun River. It is between several undulating hills that look like step-like. The area of ​​the Taoist temple and cave heaven is not large, with a radius of about a hundred feet, similar to the Fangzheng Peak Platform of Qingyi Sanshan.

The mountain to the west is high, with a stone wall as smooth as a shaved. There is a spring at the height of the stone wall, and the clear spring flows down the year round. This spring is very strange, with a cold and cold tentacle, forming a stream along the mountain, and a clear water pond is formed dozens of feet away. The water in the pond is clear and cold. Because the water in the pond is too cold, there is a faint white mist in the air on the water surface.

In this cold and cold water, you can see strange cold fish swimming. This pool is in the center of the entire cave. It is about thirty feet in a radius, and there is a small island in the center, or a huge rock exposed to the water surface. The stone is light green and has no colors, just like a green sword light, with a diameter of about seven feet, and there are two straight cracks distributed across it, just like someone cut the huge rock into four neat petals with sword energy.

On the south side of the pool, there is a pavilion-like building connected by a long corridor. These pavilions are the place where this grand event is held, and the huge rock in the pool is the best place to fight swords. The rest can sit in the pavilion to observe.

Of course, the scale and atmosphere of the sword-washing pool is far from comparable to that of Qingyi Mountains, but it is also a rare secluded cave in the world. It cannot accommodate a large sect as the foundation temple. It is a good place for the children of the sect to practice the Qing practice. The land is so beautiful that the scenery outside the temple is beautiful, like a paradise.

With Mei Zhenyi's eyesight, we can see that the cold pond water and the cold fish in the water can be used as the cultivation bait medicine. Especially the cold pond water is very suitable for tempering the magic weapon and flying sword. No wonder Qingcheng and Guyun factions will compete for this place after discovering it at the same time. If Mei Zhenyi does not have the support of Qingyi Sanshan and does not have the ability to build a vast cave like Qingyi Sanshan, we will hope to find such a place to be a place for the blessing of the Qingyi Sanshan.

There are many masters from all the world's practices, and there are many old acquaintances. The elder of the Danxia Sect, Zhenren Baofeng, has ascended to the fairy world and is now practicing in the Taoyuan Cave Immortal Palace of the ancient golden immortal Guangchengzi. The Taoist Dharma of the Danxia Sect is that Guangchengzi stays in the world, while the ancestor worshipped by the Danxia Sect is Huangdi Xuanyuan. Elder Baofeng only knew this after ascending to the fairy world. However, Guangchengzi ordered him not to tell the Danxia Sect to sacrifice another sacrifice. He would continue to worship the ancestor according to the tradition of the thousand years.

Mei Zhenyi met the real person Baofeng, and the two talked about these things during their chat. Only they and Zhiyan could understand the witty words of the immortals.

The contemporary leader of the Longhu Mountain Sect is already Mei Zhenyi's sworn brother Zhang Xiu. Zhang Xiu brought four followers to the sword washing pool this time, including the legitimate son Zhang Zhan. He asked Zhang Zhan to come forward to kowtow to Mei Zhenyi and call Shi Shu. The closest cultivation family to this place is Tingtao Villa, and the owner Yuwen Wei also brought his legitimate son Yuwen Long to the grand event. The head of the Danxia Sect, Wu Xuan, also came and followed Baofeng's true man.

Jiyuan Zhenren has passed the position of the head to Li Yan. Li Yan also received an invitation to bring his disciples. He had met Mei Zhenyi. During the chat, Mei Zhenyi learned that the world's cultivation sects have been a habit since ancient times. Generally, elders in the sect will set up the head disciples or simply pass the position of the head to their disciples before the disaster seas arrive. Then, they live in seclusion and cultivators rarely appear to manage the affairs of the sect. Many people have gone to Kunlun Fairyland. Jiyuan Zhenren has now ascended to Kunlun Fairyland.

This is not a customary rule, but a traditional habit. The Taoist Dharma has been passed down and his cultivation has reached the realm of knowing the eternal state of flying heaven. Generally speaking, going to a vast cave heaven like Kunlun Fairyland to become an immortal in order to go through the sea of ​​suffering, and then seeking to practice to the end of the worldly law to achieve immortality. At this stage, monks are indeed unwilling to be involved in the worldly affairs, and they cannot manage the affairs of the sect when they reach the sea of ​​suffering.

Even if the senior masters who did not go to Kunlun Fairyland, such as the elder Baofeng of the Danxia Sect, had established Guandao as the leader. He practiced in Danxia Peak until he ascended to become an immortal.

Mei Zhenyi's situation was very special. He first went through the sea of ​​suffering and became an immortal, and then created the inheritance of the thirty-six cave heavens. Moreover, human, material, financial, and blessings were prosperous for a while, and the immortal cave heaven of a large scale like Qingyi Sanshan was almost unreplicable in the eyes of others.

Mei Zhenyi's identity is not the leader of a sect. Strictly speaking, he is a casual cultivator, and after becoming an immortal, he is still a casual immortal. Although the inheritance scale of Qingyi Sanshan is no less than any major sect in the world, the sect has not yet been officially established, and everything is ready. Mei Zhenyi is also planning to choose a suitable opportunity to let Liu Hai come forward to establish a sect and announce it to the world's cultivation world.

There are only a dozen people who have ascended to become immortals in the past century. Today, three people came to the sword washing pool, which is naturally a grand event for immortals. When the seats are arranged, the three immortals are of course seated at the chairman. Who is in the middle? Everyone unanimously recommended Zhiyan. Mei Zhenyi smiled and said to the Taoist partner: "You are the most popular figure in the sword washing pool. I am also a Taoist partner. Just sit in the middle."

The gathering of the sword washing pool lasted for seven days. There is no need to describe the exchanges between masters of various sects. The most exciting ones are of course the fighting swords of younger disciples. Yun Piaomiao of Qingcheng Sword Sect, Shui Wuhen of Guyunchuan, Zhang Zhan of Longhu Mountain, Yuwen Long of Tingtao Villa, Xuan Qi of Donghuamen, Jiuqing of Danxia Sect, etc., all came to perform the Dharma and exchange discussions.

The final result was that Mei Zhenyi's disciple Hu Chun won the first place, and the final battle was between Hu Chun and Yun Piaomiao. Since Yun Piaomiao took Zi Shizhi and went into seclusion in Qingyi's three mountains, he received guidance from the Demon King Zhang. His cultivation level improved for a while, and he won all the way and finally encountered Hu Chun. His desolate silver sword had been repaired by Demon King Zhang.

Of course, the great disciples of Qingyi Sanshan Mountains did not lack magic weapons, but Hu Chun was the most special one. At first, Mei Zhenyi just asked him to chop firewood with the power of space. Later, he gave him a piece of dragon scale to drill stones in the mountains, but did not give him any other magic weapons. Hu Chun usually practiced magic with his fellow disciples in the mountains, and he borrowed the magic weapons of bystanders, and he had the talent to understand and change freely.

Nine of the Ten Demon Kings used magic weapons, all of which were divided into water spurs, and four other water monsters, Hu Longteng, also had magic weapons similar to those of water spurs. Hu Chun was very comfortable using the land. He saw that Yuwen Long, a disciple of the Yuwen family, was a blue wave water spurt, and he borrowed it in the last battle. He used the borrowed water spurt to perform the Shenxiao Tianlei Technique, breaking Yun Piaomiao's Blade Flying Rainbow Technique, which won applause from the whole hall. Especially Yuwen Long and Yun Piaomiao, he admired Hu Chun even more.

The last day of the Dharma Assembly was a banquet for everyone. The special wine was made of old Chunhuang produced by the Mei family in Wuzhou. Liu Hai was prepared with spiritual medicine in advance to make the wine more mellow. Hu Chun and Yuan Chong brought their younger disciples with them long before the sword washing pool party. Someone suggested at the banquet that the disciples were wonderful in fighting swords, but they had not seen the means of the senior immortals. Please let the three immortals on the venue perform the tricks and enlighten everyone present.

Zhenren Baofeng refused: "The worldly laws are just superb. The means of using them in the world are nothing more than a deeper cultivation."

The master of Four Seasons Book, Wan Tanting, the head of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, shook his head and said, "Most of the people here don't even have superb cultivation. Several immortals recommend one person as a representative to show the ultimate mysterious means of worldly law."

Baofeng and Zhiyan were unwilling to take action. Mei Zhenyi did not want to disappoint everyone, so she nodded and agreed to let him perform the method. The masters and juniors looked at Mei Zhenyi on the central pavilion in a staring eyes. They saw Zhengyi pull out his hairpin and leave his seat and walk to the railing in the water. He held a cup in one hand and pointed at the water surface from the other hand, and recited a long poem in his mouth.

To nourish qi, forget to keep words and keep things in mind. To downgrade one's heart, not to do things.

If you know the ancestors when you have no trouble, you will find someone.

You must always respond to things, and you must not be confused when you respond to things.

Don’t be confused about your own sexual intercourse. Sexual intercourse will return to your own energy.

Qi returns to the alchemy and then form itself, and the pot is equipped with Kan and Li.

Yin and Yang are born and returned, and they are transformed into thunder.

White clouds face the top, and nectar sprinkles Sumeru.

Who knows if you drink the wine of immortality by yourself?

Sit and listen to the song without strings, and understand the mechanism of creation.

Twenty sentences come from all, and the ladder on the earth is on the sky.

The chanting sound floated on the clear water and cold pond, and every word was imprinted into the divine thoughts of all people. The sword washing pond was silent. After reciting the hundred words, Mei Zhenyi drank the wine in the cup, and returned to her seat to sit down, smiling without saying a word.

Most of the people present were stunned, even confused, waiting for Mei Zhenyi's next move, but seeing that Zhengyi Xianren's posture seemed to have been demonstrated. When he was reciting the poem just now, he pointed to the water surface with his hairpin, but the water surface did not change at all. It seemed that Mei Zhenyi was just reciting a poem. Everyone's request was to demonstrate the wonderful method, not to verbally occupy the immortal relationship, and Zhengyi Xianren had drunk too much?

At this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed in a low voice: "Look over there!" Everyone turned their heads and looked to the west involuntarily. They saw that the stone walls of the high spring were engraved with a one hundred and three-character running script with elegant charm but also a thousand-pound pen. It was the poem that Mei Zhenyi had just recited, and the signature was the name "Lu Chunyang".

Just now, everyone was silent and cheering like thunder. Today, they finally witnessed the magical methods of immortals! Mei Zhenyi was not proud. He swept everyone with his spiritual sense and unexpectedly discovered a very special man. This person also looked surprised, but he silently recited this poem but smiled faintly. It seemed that this person was also amazed at Mei Zhenyi's magical method, but he did not think that the poem was written very exquisitely.

He looked in his early thirties and described his handsome and slightly thin appearance. He attacked his blue shirt, his forehead was covered with a long sword hanging on his waist, and held a wine glass and said to the people around him: "Zhengyi Zhenren's magic is superb, and I think the most wonderful thing in the sword washing pool is this Wuzhou wine." However, he did not mention that poem.

The man's person was named Pei Min, who was a famous sword immortal in Qilu. He was an elder of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and his master Zui Swordsman of Sijishu, was an old friend. This time he was invited to attend the sword washing pool party and sat in the pavilion near the corner. When Mei Zhenyi first came, Sijishu had introduced Pei Min, but he didn't know who the man next to Pei Min was? He must be the junior of this sword immortal.

Listening to his words, he was so crazy! Mei Zhenyi saw this person with a very special feeling. He sensed that he was not a mortal in the cycle of reincarnation in the immortal family. Then he should be an immortal. But if he looked carefully, although this person had cultivation, he still had no magical skills, and he was not an immortal. Could it be that he was the incarnation of a certain golden immortal? It was not like that, at least not the various incarnations of any golden immortal or Bodhisattva that Mei Zhenyi had seen.

Mei Zhenyi said to Zhiyan with divine thoughts: "Look at the high-crowned swordsman over there, what is the abnormality?"

"I didn't see that he was a monk on earth. Why did you ask this?" Zhiyan replied with divine thoughts. She didn't see the special thing about that person.

Mei Zhenyi actually didn't really see anything abnormal about that person. It was just that there was a strange sense in Lingtaichun. Could it be that he was too sensitive? He was about to ask someone who the Gaoguan swordsman was, but the cheers of everyone gradually stopped. Zhang Xiu and Li Yan on the table next to him whispered a few times. Zhang Xiu stood up and said, "Everyone, I have something to say."

Everyone calmed down again, Zhang Xiu first bowed to the surroundings and said loudly: "Today's sword washing pool Dharma Assembly, each sect first had high-level sects to verify the gains and losses, and then saw the immortals performing the Dharma, creating opportunities for the disciples of each sect to communicate and confirm the opportunity to make blessings. If it can be a fixed rule, choose a place to go regularly, it will become a blessing for the world's practitioners to practice forever."
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