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Although they didn't see it with their own eyes, many people in the tour group still had goose bumps as if they were under stress. People who are not afraid of snakes are always a minority. This kind of scaly, slippery-looking long insect always arouses people's disgust.
Seeing that many tourists were showing signs of resistance, in order to prevent them from asking to leave early, the tour guide quickly put on a business smile and changed the subject:
"Dear tourists, the platform in front is the highest point in the entire Maoshan Mountain. From there, you can not only overlook the entire Maoshan Mountain, but also see the urban area."
As a gold medal tour guide, even though he had been to Maoshan countless times and was tired of the surrounding scenery, he still put on an intoxicated expression and said:
"While enjoying the fresh breeze and looking far into the distance, you can experience the spirit of Du Fu, who said that when you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see all the small mountains. You can also see the magnificent scene of the top of the Jinfeng Peak acting as a screen and the treasure pavilions covering the sky with colorful clouds."
As a result, just as he suppressed the disgust of the tourists in the tour group and aroused their curiosity and yearning, the Taoist priest next to him smiled and said, "I'm sorry, the Shengbiao platform is under maintenance these days and cannot receive believers."
Tour Guide: ······
Daoye, did I offend you at some point? Why do you have to pout at me like this in front of the tourists? Wouldn't it be better to have more tourists?
The tour guide was furious, but he didn't dare to vent his anger on the Taoist priest beside him.
It was definitely not because of his muscular body and his hands that were bigger than his head and had distinct joints like a palm leaf fan. It was purely because he knew the identity of this Taoist priest.
This person is the abbot of Maoshan Taoist Temple, the second-in-command of the Shangqing Sect, Yang Ming’s eldest disciple, Taoist Yulin.
Taoist Yulin was an orphan picked up by Yang Ming, so he took Yang Ming's surname. His secular name was Yang Yu, and he was a man of great talent.
He is a well-known figure in the association and makes a living on someone else's territory. How could this little tour guide dare to offend Yulin?
I had to smile at the tourists and try to get them to continue shopping.
There’s no way, today’s target has not been completed yet.
"It doesn't matter. We haven't experienced the special fortune-telling method of Maoshan. The fortune-telling method of Maoshan is very effective."
After saying this, he glanced at Taoist Yulin secretly, and seeing that Taoist Yulin did not show any reaction, he took the tourist who was very interested in such a mysterious matter as divination with him without any worries.
Taoist Yulin certainly had no objection to this matter. The person in charge of divination in the front yard was from the Tourism Bureau, and that was a tourism project developed by them. There was nothing real about it, so it could only be used as a psychological comfort.
Right now, the matter of upgrading the platform is more important.
Yulin sighed, and quickly fished out a black snake with a silver ring, more than two meters long, from the bushes, and held its neck.
It is the famous Bungarus regulus in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas, which is extremely poisonous. Yulin would not use such a thing to deceive people.
However, this kind of venomous snake is docile and active at night, so it is a bit strange for it to appear here during the day.
The snake was clearly not used to someone holding down its head and preventing it from opening its mouth, so it coiled itself around Yulin's arm, trying to get him to let go.
However, Yulin did not let go. Although it has a docile personality, it is still too dangerous for tourists, especially children.
Until it develops intelligence, it still needs someone to look after it.
"Alas, it turns out that innocent creatures have the most sensitive perception."
Yulin held the venomous snake in his hand, stood in front of the platform, and sighed.
Two days ago, before the early morning class began, when his master Yang Ming found him, told him that Xiu Wu was back, and asked him to seal the platform, he was both happy and puzzled.
Hu Xiuwu was a child he had watched grow up, so Yulin was naturally very happy that Hu Xiuwu could return to Maoshan. However, what he couldn't understand was why his master had sealed off the platform and asked him to guard the place well and not let anyone disturb Xiuwu.
But he still agreed.
Everything was normal during the day, but at night, Yulin could see the changes taking place in Maoshan. The whole Maoshan was like a giant with a broken spine who was slowly recovering under the care of doctors in the past few days.
Every night I let out a silent cry to celebrate my new life.
But only two days had passed, so the changes in Maoshan were not yet too obvious. Only those who practiced cultivation, the simple-minded birds and beasts in the forests, and children who were sensitive to Qi and had a talent for practicing Qi could discover this.
The gifted beasts keenly sensed the benefits of staying near the raising platform and were reluctant to leave. If it were in the past, these spiritual creatures would have been eager to go further, and the people of Shangqing would not have deliberately stopped them, and would have let everything take its course.
But now there are too many tourists on the mountain, and not all of them have the ability to protect themselves. Yulin is already considering whether to add a few more groups of patrolling brothers to ensure the safety of tourists.
In fact, the best way is to block Maoshan and prevent tourists from coming, but it is obvious that the Tourism Bureau may find it difficult to agree to this.
However, this is a small matter. What really attracted Yulin's attention was that he discovered that among the children who came to Maoshan for tourism in the past two days, several children did sense the abnormality here.
But the problem is that there are many more gifted children than he thought.
Chapter 309 Longhu Mountain
The blue bricks reflected the bright moon in the sky, and the platform in the middle of the night was like a glowing round mirror inlaid on the top of Mount Mao.
On the mirror surface that is like a tranquil pond of water, there is a heroic and extraordinary young man, casually wearing a Taoist robe and cloth shoes, with his head lowered and his hands behind his back, strolling leisurely on the mirror as if he is walking in the Moon Palace.
He looked like a romantic Taoist strolling in the night, or a poet pondering over wonderful lines under the moonlight. However, no matter how relaxed his posture was, he always carried an awe-inspiring aura, making him look like the emperor in the white dragon fish costume.
But he was not wandering around, nor was he thinking about poetry. Instead, he was commanding the mountains and rivers and transforming the terrain.
Hu Xiuwu stood in the center of the platform, looking at the smooth brick surface with empty eyes. The Qi in his body gushed out with him as the center, turning into a viscous river of golden light, flowing on the platform.
As his thoughts progressed, golden light continued to float on the smooth surface. The light dimmed, but became more condensed, like flowing amber, or like plasticine in a child's hand being molded into shape, and finally formed a sand table that encompassed the situation of Maoshan.
Using golden light as a carrier, Hu Xiuwu projected the distribution and direction of the earth qi of the Maoshan Mountain Range, which he had explored using the Disha Order, onto the surface of the platform, just like a three-dimensional object for reading.
As Hu Xiuwu strolled, golden light was everywhere, just like a god patrolling the mortal world.
He was trying to figure out the Feng Shui designs of his ancestors. During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, when Tao Hongjing established the headquarters of Shangqing at Maoshan, Maoshan was still just a beautiful place.
But after the Tang Dynasty, after the transformation of successive ancestors, the Feng Shui of Maoshan was continuously improved, and finally it surpassed all the sects in the Central Plains and was honored as the number one blessed land.
The process of using the Disha Order to repair the broken earth veins is also a learning process for Hu Xiuwu.
Just like people who are learning calligraphy must first copy the calligraphy works of Yan Zhenqing, Wang Xizhi and other calligraphy masters. Only after they have mastered the technique will they be qualified to incorporate their own style when putting pen to paper.
"It's really strange, and it's really magical. Every little Feng Shui spot in Maoshan is considered the best choice for Yangzhai Feng Shui according to the records of the Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Art. But in reality, it's impossible for them to appear in the same place at the same time."
Hu Xiuwu looked down at the golden sand table beneath his feet, and marveled at the dragon veins secretly connected in the mountains.
"But these unique Feng Shui situations are not only gathered in the nine peaks, but also present the momentum of nine stars, seven visible and two hidden, interconnected and secretly responding to each other, encompassing all directions, reflecting the stars and gathering the earth's qi."
"No wonder he can support more than a dozen big-bellied men practicing the Huangting Sutra at the same time, but..."
Hu Xiuwu pondered the Feng Shui situation.
Even he could see that, although this Feng Shui situation had far exceeded Neizangxu by several times, it was still far from reaching its peak.
It is not like the nine-bend winding path toward the mountain shore that King Xian built for himself, which can be used to raise dragons. It is also not as mysterious as the Jingjue Ghost Cave, which can transform people and embark on the path of spiritual practice.
Maoshan could have been the only one that stood out within a hundred miles, possessing a unique spiritual charm, but the ancestors did not do so. Instead, they restrained themselves and stopped at just the right amount. The gathered spiritual energy can satisfy the practice of the people on the mountain and make their minds clear.
Hu Xiuwu was puzzled at first, but after pondering it all night, he finally figured out the trick and understood the ancestors' ideas.
There is no greater sin than greed, no greater disaster than being unsatisfied, and no greater fault than wanting to get something. Therefore, being content is the key to success.
There is something magical about Maoshan Feng Shui, but not too much, and it does not exceed people's imagination.
It not only brings benefits but is not too conspicuous so as not to arouse the fear of the emperor and his peers. It implies Lao Tzu's principle of being content with what one has and blending in with the world.
It is like a spring on the mountain, gurgling and flowing, inconspicuous but flowing all year round, just like the Maoshan heritage, which continues to this day.
"The wisdom of our ancestors is worth learning."
Understanding the master's thoughts, Hu Xiuwu simply repaired the ground veins that were ruptured by the artillery fire without adding any unnecessary details.
Now is not the time. Although the spiritual energy has revived and the number of new extraordinary people has increased in the past twelve years, it has not reached a qualitative change. If he elevates the Feng Shui of Maoshan to an incredible level, it will make Maoshan the target of public criticism.
"The master naturally thinks deeply, and if we can comprehend a little, we, the younger generation, will benefit greatly."
Yang Ming took advantage of the night to visit Hu Xiuwu. He had been standing aside, looking at the thumbnail of Maoshan on the ground with interest, feeling the aura of the Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Ghosts and the Earthly Evil Orders.
Seeing Hu Xiuwu stopped and sighed, he agreed.
Taoist Yulin stood quietly behind Yang Ming without saying a word.
"Uncle Master,"
Hu Xiuwu greeted Yang Ming and then said, "I have repaired all the major broken spots on Mount Mao. Only a few small holes remain, which can be repaired slowly by themselves."
Yang Ming nodded, looked down from the platform, looked at the lush, leafy, vibrant forest, and said with nostalgia and emotion:
"Xiuwu, thank you for your concern. This is great. Yulin has already told me that there have been several disturbances on the mountain during this period. Due to the enrichment of spiritual energy, spiritual beasts and wild animals are running around, which has scared tourists several times."
Yulin also sighed: "Dou Le, the head of the East China Region, has already come to me once and reminded me cryptically that Shangqing has been making too much noise recently and asked us to tone it down."
"Fortunately, Mount Longhu is preparing for the Luotian Grand Ceremony recently, which has attracted the attention of both the secular world and the alien world, so the Shangqing incident has been suppressed."
Speaking of the Luotian Grand Ceremony of Mount Longhu, Yang Ming suddenly spoke up and said meaningfully: “Speaking of which, the Luotian Grand Ceremony held by Mount Longhu in the front mountain caused a lot of discussion in the Taoist Association because the surname of the Northern Yin Fengdu Emperor was engraved as Hu.”
Yulin had been guarding Hu Xiuwu near the Shengbiao platform for some time, and had not really noticed the news. He could not help but say in surprise, "The Emperor of Fengdu is not Yan Emperor Dating, and his taboo name is Qingjia. How did the angel change his surname to Hu?"
Yang Ming said: "Who knows, maybe the Heavenly Master recorded something, a lost secret of our Shangqing."
Yulin: “???”
The golden mountains and rivers on the ground turned into golden light again, and were taken back into Hu Xiuwu's body like a thick fog in a pond. "The feng shui of Maoshan has been repaired. I'm afraid I have to leave for a while, uncle-master."
Yang Ming seemed to have expected this and was not surprised: "You are going to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony."
Hu Xiuwu: "Disciple wants to repay a favor."
"We have to go up Mount Longhu."
Yang Ming said: "Then you have to do one thing first."
"What."
"Book your tickets."
“Book your tickets!!”
"Do you know who I am? I still need to buy a ticket!"
Zhang Chulan pointed his finger at his face and shouted at the fat-faced ticket seller in disbelief.
Chapter 310 Meeting
"Okay, now you're going to that tourist attraction without paying. You haven't even returned to Mount Longhu yet, so why shouldn't you pay?"
Xu Si patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder and told him to curb his gangster attitude as it would not work in Longhu Mountain.
Xu San paid for the tickets for the four people. Zhang Chulan looked at the price on it and complained in frustration, "Is there any place in the world that the Tourism Bureau hasn't occupied?"
"Not much. The situation in Wudang Mountain is even worse than here."
Suddenly someone started talking behind him, and Zhang Chulan looked back curiously.
A young Taoist priest with dark circles under his eyes, wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a thermos cup, about the same age and appearance as Zhang Lingyu.