As the "first blessed land and the eighth cave heaven", Maoshan has been a holy place for the prosperity of Taoist men and women since ancient times. The Shangqing School, which originated in the Maoshan area, is also an important Taoist school with far-reaching influence.

Xu Su is a Taoist who participated in this year's transmission ceremony. The three-day transmission ceremony just ended, and he has successfully upgraded from a Taoist boy to a Taoist priest.

At this moment, he had returned home, sat at his desk, looking through some information.

"I'm so stingy, just post this little thing!" Xu Su scratched the back of her head, depressed.

Compared with the four-piece set of Longhu Mountain next door, Maoshan's hair is really poor.

Xu Su pursed her mouth, packed up the ruler, Chaohu and other magical instruments on the table, and turned on the computer.

As we all know, the reason why the Shangqing School was named "Shangqing" is because the Taoist tradition passed down by Mrs. Wei, the Zixuyuan Jun of the Jin Dynasty, was the core of a series of Taoist scriptures called "Shangqing Sutra".

However, the world has gradually changed. After wars and chaos in ancient and modern times, Maoshan’s inheritance has become incomplete. Although the Taoist scriptures belonging to the Shangqing Sutra, no one has practiced them on Maoshan.

Of course, as an outstanding Taoist in the new era with ideals, morality, culture and belief, Xu Su has already downloaded the full set of photocopy versions of "Daozang" into the mobile hard drive, and named the folder "learning materials", which is worthy of its name.

Although it is impossible to practice formally without a teacher, after several years of collation and research, Xu Su has sorted out the order of sequence from the Taoist scriptures and the biography of the ancestors.

It should be noted that it has been more than a thousand years since the publication of the Shangqing Sutra. During this period, it has been handed over by countless people and divided and integrated, and has reached hundreds of them. There are also orders for the many Taoist sutras to practice first and then which one is practiced, and it is important to go deeper in one sequence.

Xu Su sat in front of the computer for a long time, and did not get up until late at night, went to the next room for evening classes, read the "Huangting Inner Jade Sutra" several times, then returned to the bedroom and lay on the bed.

This "Huangting Neijing Jade Sutra" is also one of the most famous Taoist scriptures in the Shangqing School. It was passed down by Jinglin to Taishi Madam Wei. Due to the popularity of the Shangqing School, this book was quite popular in ancient secular society, and its writing was elegant, which attracted countless literati to recite and write. Xu Su also insisted on reciting and reading several times after evening classes every day, and it has been seven or eight years since then.

Usually, Xu Su could sleep with a pillow after finishing his homework every night, but today he couldn't sleep. The scene he saw during the Maoshan Chuandu a few days ago flashed in front of him from time to time, and finally it was frozen at the entrance of the Shangqing Ancestral Hall. The entrance was pitch black, as if he could not see the end of the abyss.

"Why are you so confused today..." Xu Su muttered in a vague way and turned over.

This kind of thoughts that are uncontrollable and uncontrolled are rarely seen for Xu Su. After years of persistence in his homework, he realized that he could control his state of mind calmly. However, today's phenomenon, he couldn't calm down.

"Are you too excited to go to Maoshan to participate in the mail?"

Xu Su tried methods such as counting breaths and contemplation, and the most effective method of meditation on weekdays also lost its effect at this time.

Helplessly, he had to close his eyes and recite the "Huangting Inner Jade Sutra" silently over and over again, and did not fall asleep until the day before he fell asleep.

In a trance, he seemed to see a magnificent complex of buildings, with carved beams and painted buildings, towering pavilions, back waists and high eaves. What's even more wonderful is that this complex floats on the layers of clouds and mist, like the Immortal Palace.

Just as Xu Su was immersively experiencing the tour in his dream, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in the air in the bedroom, and a dark and round object appeared, but it was a wooden hammer used to strike a bronze chime in the room next to him.

The wooden hammer flashed in somehow, flew over Xu Su's head, and then slammed it on Xu Su's forehead.

"oops!"

Xu Su was waiting in the dream to carefully find out if there were any immortals in the immortal palace. Suddenly, he felt a splitting headache and screamed unconsciously. The dream broke, and his consciousness suddenly woke up, and then his eyes turned black and he fainted.
Chapter completed!