Heaven's Way

On Mount Longhu, there is a Taoist altar.

Even though it is not as popular as those Buddhist temples, it is still crowded.

On the back of Mount Longhu, there is a lotus pond. Although it is a forbidden area, it does not directly prohibit tourists from coming to see it. There is always an old Taoist priest sitting on a stone by the pond and dozing off. With this old Taoist priest around, no naughty child has ever done anything excessive to the lotus pond.

Those shameless monks from various schools and sects, don't even think about breaking a lotus here.

The old Taoist priest, who was originally huddled in the shade of a tree and dozing off, suddenly heard a child's excited whisper: "Hey? Why does that flower seem to be about to bloom?!"

The old Taoist priest was lazy and didn't care.

He exhaled and inhaled, and the Qigong that he had practiced for decades was almost instinctive.

Sometimes I feel sad that these children are so innocent. It's just a lotus. No matter how beautiful it blooms, if you look at it every day and every year like me, you will get bored.

It's a pity, he also misses it a little.

I miss the first time I passed by this lotus pond when I was a teenager and saw the stunning beauty of a lotus in full bloom with my own eyes.

That feeling has never been there again.

The little boy who first discovered it looked at the lotus with great interest. It was the dark-black flower bud at the innermost part of the lotus pond. It seemed that a gap slowly appeared. It looked unremarkable and small from the outside, far inferior to the white and pink lotus flowers around it.

So there were still children who didn't see it and asked repeatedly: "Which one?"

"It's the one at the innermost part, the one that looks a little black."

Huh? ? !

Which one? ! !

Missing the old Taoist in the past, he almost got confused.

Without bothering to adjust his qi, he suddenly opened his eyes.

.........

Wei Yuan stepped on the steps of Longhu Mountain.

He paused and looked down at the red talisman of destiny on the back of his hand that was slowly lighting up.

This was the original talisman created by Zhang Daoling. At this moment, it was faintly resonating with the entire Longhu Mountain, but it was not strong and did not explode.

Wei Yuan frowned and brushed his fingers.

With the practice of Taiping Dao, he temporarily sealed the emerging red talisman of destiny.

In Chaoge, the ancient capital of the Shang Dynasty, he had used the red talisman of destiny to complete the construction of a talisman formation similar to the Heavenly Court. His control over this decree was greatly improved. Of course, more importantly, after completing the construction of the Heavenly Court, the power of the red talisman of destiny was seriously consumed.

Wei Yuan could seal it temporarily.

After quickly completing the spell and cutting off the induction of the Heavenly Fate Red Talisman and Longhu Mountain, Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and pulled his fingerless gloves to cover the Heavenly Fate Red Talisman more tightly.

No, no, we can't make a big noise before setting off.

He always felt that if he made a big noise before setting off, Zhang Ruosu would probably find ways to arrest him and send his disciples to Sakurajima, but he was determined to win this trip to Sakurajima.

Wei Yuan whispered something in his heart and stepped onto the steps of Longhu Mountain step by step. He saw an old Taoist in a gray Taoist robe waiting at the entrance of the mountain. The old man looked like an ordinary Taoist priest, ordinary and unremarkable. Passersby didn't notice him, but Wei Yuan, a cultivator, could feel something was wrong.

There was no breath of magic power.

But he felt that he was standing there, the center of the world.

The Qi of all things circulated around him.

The Tao is self-evident.

The contemporary Heavenly Master, Zhang Ruosu.

Beside Zhang Ruosu, there was a handsome young man with a red flame pattern on his forehead, also wearing a Taoist robe.

Zhang Ruosu smiled and said, "Master Wei, you are finally here."

Wei Yuan put his right hand behind his back, with a gentle look, and nodded slightly, saying, "Daoyou Zhang."

"Long wait."

.........

Beside the lotus pond, the old Taoist priest mustered up his strength to get closer to see.

But the purple gold lotus didn't move at all, and the children also complained that the first child was lying, and the old Taoist priest finally gave up, sighed, and said self-deprecatingly that he was already an old man, but his practice was interrupted like this.

The black lotus didn't change at all.

It was still standing there quietly like a mallet.

It didn't bloom, and it didn't wither.

The old Taoist priest was discouraged and closed his eyes to practice again.

The children also left in a quarrel.

Still emphasizing that he really didn't see it wrong.

The voice gradually faded away.

On Longhu Mountain, the wind was clear and the clouds were bright, and there was peace. The breeze blew, and ripples appeared in the lotus pond. The large clusters of flourishing and warm lotus flowers swayed slightly, but the black flower bud did not shake at all, but the petals opened a little with the wind, and closed again when the wind stopped.

It looked black from the outside, but the wisp that opened was purple and gold.

In just a moment, the entire lotus pond was suppressed, but no one saw this moment of grace.

.........…

Guest room.

There was a cup of fragrant tea in front of Wei Yuan, and the old man opposite smiled and sipped the tea.

Wei Yuan also took a sip of the tea. Perhaps the texture of the tea leaves themselves was ordinary, but the water and the person who brewed the tea were extraordinary, so it tasted sweet and delicious. Wei Yuan looked at the kind-looking old man opposite him and couldn't help but say to himself, is this the legendary online friend meeting?

Zhang Ruosu's eyes fell on the backpack behind Wei Yuan, and she asked curiously: "Master Wei, this is..."

"Oh, this, a little gift."

Wei Yuan threw the fish head behind him on the table, and with a clang, the old Taoist priest was startled. The handsome young man who had been looking at Wei Yuan behind him was also trembling. After the old Taoist priest opened the box suspiciously, he found the things inside and was stunned. Wei Yuan smiled and said:

"Eight hundred years of excellent fish head, Taoist friend, I will lend you a few peppers."

Zhang Ruosu was stunned, looked at the fish head, sighed with a little compassion, and said:

"Eight hundred years of Taoist practice, Taoist friend, you just killed it like this?"

"What a pity, what a pity, a body of cultivation, eight hundred years of stars, frost, moon and dew, turned into flying ashes."

The young Taoist priest also recited the Taoist mantra of rebirth.

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you want to eat it?"

Zhang Tianshi spoke righteously.

"Eat!"

.........…

Wei Yuan personally went to the field planted by Zhang Ruosu, picked up a lot of peppers that exuded spiritual energy, and borrowed tools and kitchen from the chef of Tianshi Mansion to make a dish of chopped pepper fish head. He had done it once before, so this time he was really familiar with it and it was very smooth.

Zhang Ruosu was surprised and said: "It's not easy to cook such a powerful monster."

Wei Yuan smiled and said: "I am still a little confident in this aspect."

I am an expert in cooking extraordinary creatures.

In this aspect, he will not be modest.

After finishing, he opened the rice bucket and scooped out three bowls of rice left over from this morning.

Then he gave a bowl to the little Taoist priest named A Xuan and Zhang Ruosu.

I have to say that Zhang Ruosu's peppers are much better than those used by Wei Yuan before.

The deliciousness and spirituality of the monster's flesh and blood, combined with the spicy taste of the pepper, blended perfectly. The snow-white fish meat was spread on the rice, and the soup was poured underneath. The soup of the chopped pepper fish head was a must-try for soaking pancakes and mixing noodles.

But the old rice, which had been a little dry and hard after a while, was also very good, because the old rice had lost some of its moisture and was not as soft and glutinous as the newly made rice, but it could absorb more soup.

The shiny fish soup filled the gaps between the rice.

Even the white rice exuded the aroma of fish meat, and the spicy taste stimulated the appetite. One chopstick after another, almost unable to stop. Even the young Taoist who just felt a little guilty about eating the monster's meat couldn't help but eat several bowls, and finally put down his chopsticks a little embarrassedly.

The little Taoist's favorability towards Wei, who cooked for him personally, increased rapidly.

No matter how you look at it, this person doesn't look like someone who will cause trouble.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Zhang Ruosu asked while drinking tea:

"When are you ready to go, fellow Taoist?"

"Let's leave today without further delay."

Zhang Ruosu said, "It's a little early to leave today."

Wei Yuan said, "Early?"

The old Taoist said calmly, "I calculated with my fingers that in a few days, it will be the Obon Festival of the Sakurajima Buddhist sect. The Mogi family is the largest temple in Kyoto. They will definitely have a big ceremony. You, Master Wei, will go there then. Well, the fireworks show is actually pretty good."

During the Obon Festival of the Buddhist sect, they came to visit with the head of the temple inheritor?

The little Taoist looked up suddenly and stared at his senior brother in amazement.

It was like he was meeting this Heavenly Master for the first time.

Who is the one who is going to make a fuss? !

Wei Yuan thought about it, but still smiled and replied: "Forget it, we have to leave today. I haven't been to Sakurajima yet, and I want to go around more. By the way, Fellow Daoist Zhang, have you finished the things I asked you to do?"

Zhang Ruosu saw that Wei Yuan decided to leave today, and did not force him, but just nodded.

Then he asked the disciple to take out two boxes, one of which was slightly longer, and the other was square, which was the one containing Mogi Yoshiyuki's head, but it exuded a strange smell, a bit disgusting, and a bit of a weird fragrance, which made people feel sick.

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and he looked at the old Taoist priest who was standing with his hands in his sleeves and looking serious:

"What's that smell?"

"It's too hot, the lime can't stop it, it's a little rotten..."

"Tianshi, rotten things don't smell like this."

The old man was silent for a while, raised his head slightly, and said with a shifted gaze: "Isn't it too hot in autumn?"

"This thing attracts mosquitoes and insects, and the disciples who see it can't stand it."

"...So?"

"So the old Taoist priest sprayed some floral water."

............

In the end, Wei Yuan still carried the strange box mixed with the smell of lime, rotten smell, and the fragrance of Liushen floral water, stepped onto the plane to Sakurajima, and successfully passed the security check with illusion. The young Taoist priest sighed and whispered: "Thank you, Master Wei."

Just when they set off, the old Taoist priest pulled the young Taoist priest and muttered for a long time.

The general idea is to keep an eye on the Wei Pavilion Master and never let him make any trouble. However, the young boy Xuan felt that the Wei Pavilion Master, who was not much older than him, looked very kind and polite to others, and would cook by himself and wash the dishes after eating. He didn't look like someone who would cause trouble at all.

It was obviously the senior brother himself who was more unreliable.

He couldn't help but sigh.

But the Heavenly Master had given the order, so he had to follow.

Wei Yuan and A Xuan boarded the plane. Sakurajima is not far from Shenzhou. After arriving at Sakurajima, they rested for a day at the home of a lay disciple of Tianshi Mansion. The weather was very good the next day, and Wei Yuan got up early. A Xuan originally thought that Wei Yuan would go directly to the Kyoto temple to solve this matter, but he wandered away in a blink of an eye. A Xuan hurriedly called him:

"Master Wei, the direction is wrong."

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "How can I not go to Tokyo when I come here?"

"Besides, I have to buy some things for those guys at home, and I'll go to Akihabara. There is a ghost in my house, and I like the things there more." Wei Yuan thought of the water ghost's water escape, and his mouth twitched. Looking at the drink at hand, he felt nauseous.

Going to Akihabara, of course, is nothing.

Ah Xuan thought that this senior was going to do something, but when he saw it was this kind of thing, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was not in a position to refuse, so he quickly handed the gift to the lay disciples from the Tianshi Mansion who came to receive him, and he quickly followed.

We took the Shinkansen and arrived at Shinjuku Station in Tokyo.

Then we went to Akihabara.

Such a prosperous place made the little Taoist stunned and uncomfortable.

Some of the clothes made him blush.

Wei Yuan wandered along the way, bought things along the way, and casually introduced the little Taoist to what was sold in these places, which made the little Taoist dazzled. He slowly put a bunch of things in his arms. At the end, he sat on the tram and walked slowly. When Wei Yuan looked up and saw the words "Kudankita, Chiyoda District", he patted the little Taoist on the shoulder and signaled him to get off.

A grand summer festival was held here some time ago, and there were many tourists at that time.

There are still many stalls left now.

The style is completely different from that of Shenzhou, and Ah Xuan, who has never been down the mountain, is fascinated.

Wei Yuan casually picked up a wooden sword, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "I see some good masks there, buy two?" Ah Xuan turned around and saw a stall over there, hanging evil ghost masks, god and Buddha masks, and white fox masks. The craftsmanship was good, and compared with the products of Shenzhou, it was interesting.

The young man remembered the profession of the owner, and suddenly realized, and said: "Master Wei, do you want to buy some collections? I'll go buy them."

Because Wei Yuan didn't understand Japanese, Ah Xuan had to negotiate.

Wei Yuan communicated through sign language and paid for a popsicle. Ah Xuan cultivated the Pure Yang True Body and didn't eat these cold things on weekdays. Wei Yuan only bought one, tore open the package, and watched the young Taoist over there negotiate seriously. He smiled slightly, stepped slightly sideways, and followed the lights on both sides of the festival. He saw the shrine.

It seemed to have been burned, but now it has been rebuilt, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter the surrounding area.

The breath of weak souls can be felt inside.

Yasukuni Shrine.

Wei Yuan took a bite of ice, a little absent-minded, and thought of the past scenes.

'I have loved books, paintings, flowers, wine and beauties all my life, but not as much as I love you, and my love for you is not as much as my love for my country. Now that China is in trouble, we should sacrifice our lives for the country. If I still have the chance to come back, I will listen to you singing in Jiangnan, and we will never be separated in this life; if I have no chance to come back, I can hear you singing anywhere in China. '

'We should be with our country. '

'I still remember that I ran here many times when I was a child. Every morning, people from nearby villages would come to sell vegetables on both sides, green vegetables, cabbage, very fresh, and frosted persimmons in winter. Lao Chen's soy sauce is here, and there is a small noodle shop over there. There are three tables for one person, two taels of noodles, and a small spoonful of soy sauce, which is very authentic. '

'I thought things like this would never change…'

The vivid Jiangnan City in Wan Qiniang's mouth, the young and energetic young men.

Finally, they turned into cold, white names on the monument.

Wei Yuan bit his popsicle and formed seals with his free hands.

With his Taoism and his magic power, he still needed to form seals, so it was certainly not an ordinary spell.

The clear voice slowly fell in his heart.

The flames were blazing, the light was flying, the flames were blowing, the wilds were burning and the mountains were swallowed.

Taiping Yaoshu——

The seventeenth method: spitting flames!

Hmm? This is…

Earthly Evil Law? !

The young Taoist priest, who was communicating with the vendor in the stall in front of him in poor Sakurajima language, suddenly felt the violent and violent fluctuations of mana behind him. His pupils contracted and his scalp felt numb. He subconsciously took a few steps forward. With a rustling sound, the masks on the stall fell to the ground. He turned around in a hurry.

The violent flames, riding on the unparalleled strong wind, had already soared into the sky.

Completely engulfed the shrine.