Biyang Fairy Gate

Dashun 995, Changle County, Longxing County, Qiancun, Shuzhong.

In the New Year, the coldness of winter has just faded away, and all things are beginning to grow. The white snow that once covered the earth has finally melted, and a little new green is faintly revealed.

What you can see is a medium-sized house.

In the courtyard, I saw only a man and a woman, and two Taoist boys of fifteen or sixteen years old who were chopping wood, lighting fires, and boiling water. They were very busy in front and back.

At this moment, a cough came from the main room.

“It’s really alive!”

Hearing the sound, the girl put down the firewood in her hand and looked surprised: "The day before yesterday, I could only breathe in, but not out, and now I can cough."

"That's not true."

The boy also admired when he saw this: "That's something that has been cast by the master himself. Fu Shui, let alone Brother Wang, he can be saved even if he is dead..."

"Cough cough cough!"

In the main room, the young man coughed violently again, as if he wanted to vomit out his soul. The pain of almost suffocation made him cover his neck.

However, the strange thing is that as this coughing episode passed, it seemed as if all the lesions had been coughed out, replaced by an unprecedented refreshing feeling. It was only then that the young man had enough energy to take stock of his surroundings, and then he fell into a deeper confusion.

Who am I? Where is this? What happened?

Soon, the remaining memories of this body were triggered by his inner doubts, like a flood bursting a bank, making the young man understand his current situation.

‘I am Wang Ping. ’

‘This is Qiancun. I am the son of a hunter in the village. My father died while hunting in the mountains, and my mother died of a serious illness. Then I grew up eating the food of hundreds of families...’

The more Wang Ping thought about it, the more distorted his expression became.

In ancient dynasties and feudal society, as a person with no family background, no fame and no property, how do you live in this environment?

In fact, it is not difficult to imagine.

Based on the memory of his predecessor, if nothing unexpected happens, he will be like the two dogs next door, marrying a wife, giving birth to a few babies, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. If he lives a peaceful life like this, he can successfully die in this three-thirds of an acre of land when he is about thirty years old.

In a trance, Wang Ping seemed to see a future life with Wowotou in his hand, without a drop of oil in the dishes, and his tears suddenly flowed down uncontrollably. Mobile phone, computer, three meals a day with meat... The beautiful life in his previous life has now disappeared like a dream.

"Are you kidding!"

Wang Ping gritted his teeth, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and took another deep breath. Then he gradually stabilized his thoughts and started to think about another problem.

Where is my plug-in?

Others have traveled through time and saw a system light screen appearing in front of them as soon as they woke up. Why don’t I see anything? Aren’t there no benefits for time traveling these days?

"No, after all...how did I time travel?"

Wang Ping rubbed his brows and tried to recall the memories before time travel. As a writer of online articles, he was preparing to open a new book at the time.

To do this, he needs to consult a lot of information.

"I remember, I was searching for [Taiping Jing] on the Internet, and I just clicked on Baidu Encyclopedia, and then I closed and opened my eyes... and here I am!"

Why is this happening?

The Taiping Jing?

While Wang Ping was thinking about the relationship between the Taiping Sutra and his own time travel, the door was suddenly pushed open, and then he saw two Taoist boys walking in excitedly.

"How is Brother Wang's health? Can he walk?"

"Master told us before to take you to the Taoist temple when you wake up. Don't worry, with master helping you to nurse yourself back to health, you will make a complete recovery soon."

Master? who?

Wang Ping immediately searched his memory after hearing this, and soon remembered the master mentioned by the two Taoist boys. He was an old Taoist priest who practiced medicine in the village.

Because the old Taoist priest has superb medical skills, the talisman water can cure all kinds of diseases, and he also provides free medical treatment to the villagers, so the villagers are grateful for the old Taoist priest's kindness and join hands to help him build a small Taoist temple in the east of the village. On weekdays, they will send their children to the Taoist temple to let the old Taoist priest teach them literacy and martial arts.

In my memory, this is a good man, and he seems to have some abilities.

No matter how hard he sat on the kang, he couldn’t think of anything. Wang Ping also wanted to move around and build a good relationship with the old Taoist priest.

Thinking of this, Wang Ping stood up.

Soon, following the two Taoist boys, they came to the hill behind the village. Although it had a simple appearance, a Taoist temple that occupied a large area immediately caught Wang Ping's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of noise.

"Hey! Ha!"

Pushing open the door of the Taoist temple, Wang Ping suddenly felt a gust of hot wind blowing against his face, and then he saw a dozen sturdy young people practicing martial arts in the front yard of the Taoist temple.

In addition, he also saw several familiar children from the former village. Each of them looked like a calf. They obviously had meat for three meals a day. They were practicing martial arts with the group of young people. They were punching and heying and hahahahahahahaha with great energy, swaying their youth and sweat wantonly.

‘Isn’t this right...’

Wang Ping's heart moved slightly. Such a scene was not like something he could see in a dilapidated Taoist temple. Instead, it was more like a school field where he participated in military training in his previous life.

"Senior brother."

The male Taoist boy entered the door and immediately said loudly to the leading young man: "Where is the master? Brother Wang has just recovered from a serious illness, and we have brought him to see the master."

"...Oh?"

Hearing this, the leading young man glanced at Wang Ping, his eyes narrowed slightly, and after a moment of silence, he whispered: "Master is in the backyard, offering incense to the ancestor."

"Since you are here, let's go in."

"Okay."

The two little Taoist boys responded and immediately led Wang Ping through the front yard and all the way to the back yard of the Taoist temple. What came into view was the entrance of a hall.

There is a rockery inside the entrance of the hall, which is the size of several people. There is also a screen wall behind it. Only after passing the two can you see the entrance gate of the hall.

On both sides of the gate, there is a pair of couplets:

[The ground shakes the mountains, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful through the ages. 】

[The door faces the sea, and the Sanhe River flows for thousands of years. 】

Wang Ping raised his head and saw a four-character horizontal inscription on the top of the gate:

[Compassion and Guangji]

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came:

"These are the words left by my ancestor when he founded my lineage. He was impressed by the natural sceneries of heaven and earth, so he left them as a souvenir."

Wang Ping looked in response, and then he looked. Inside the entrance of the hall, there was a table with various tributes on it, and a shrine. Next to it, an old Taoist priest wearing a worn-out robe was leaning against the shrine, picking up the tributes on the table and eating them.

"Master!" Upon seeing this, the female Taoist boy took the lead and said: "You are eating the ancestor's tribute again!"

The old Taoist priest waved his hand after hearing this: "Nothing can be done. Fa, the emperor is ruling the world and the world is in chaos. We are also forced to make a living. The ancestor will definitely understand. ”

“We can’t eat tribute.”

The two Taoist boys puffed up their faces and whispered: "Master, you will regret it."

"Shut up, I am the leader!"

As soon as the words fell, the old Taoist priest waved his hand and drove the two little Taoist boys out. The two little Taoist boys were obviously not happy, so they turned around and slammed the door.

"Bang!"

As an outsider, Wang Ping naturally didn't say a word during this kind of quarrel between master and apprentice. It wasn't until the old Taoist priest reached out to ask him to come over that he cautiously stepped forward.

Immediately afterwards, the old Taoist priest put his hand on his wrist.

"Well... the pulse is calm, I have indeed recovered."

"Thank you, Master Shouchong."

Wang Ping hurriedly thanked him, but the old Taoist priest waved his hand and said with a smile: "I am calling you here because I have an important thing to ask you."

"Master, it's okay to say it."

The old Taoist priest didn't waste any words after hearing this, and simply pointed to the shrine behind him.

"You and I have a great affinity. I want to accept you as my disciple. As long as you agree, you will be my direct disciple and the next generation leader of the White Lotus Sect!"

Wang Ping: "...White Lotus Sect?"

With such a name, coupled with the group of young men at the door who were obviously inconsistent with the atmosphere of the Taoist temple, Wang Ping suddenly made a numb guess in his mind.

Could this be a group of rebels! ?

With this thought, Wang Ping almost wanted to rush out of the door.

Are you kidding? Out of ten rebels, nine will be disloyal. Not to mention that someone with thin arms and legs like me has never even killed a chicken, let alone killed a person.

"You... have actually heard of my White Lotus Sect's name?"

Wang Ping's changes in expression were seen by Taoist Shou Chong. This old Taoist priest had obviously experienced the sophistication of the world, and he immediately sighed:

"Yes, I, the White Lotus Sect, are indeed rebels."

"If nothing else, at least in the nearest Longxing County, my old face must have been registered with the county government, so I was forced to hide in the countryside."

"However, you also know that I did not spread the teachings in Qiancun, nor did I instigate rebellion. I only did my best to treat illnesses and save people...but the more people I saved, the more people I saved, the popularity of this Taoist temple became more and more prosperous, and more and more people followed me spontaneously."

At this point, the old Taoist priest's expression suddenly darkened:

"This is not how capable I am as an old Taoist. , but the world is like this... It is the tyranny of the fatuous king far away in the east capital that has made the world like this!"

"The second attack on the demon country, the eight realms and twenty-four houses were wiped out."

"Building palaces and temples separated the flesh and blood of three hundred and sixty states and counties."

"A small amount of land is enough for taxation, and the poor people of the world can support one surname and one country."

The old Taoist priest became more and more angry as he spoke, looking filled with indignation. However, Wang Ping's words went in from his left ear and came out from his right ear, without any change in his expression.

I believe you, you are a very bad old man.

As the saying goes, you need to wear the same shoes when crossing a river. No matter how big your butt is, how big of pants you have to wear. I am a farmer. What major world affairs can you tell me?

Seeing Wang Ping's indifferent appearance, the old Taoist priest had no choice but to change his subject:

"Of course, there are benefits to joining my White Lotus Sect. As long as you become my direct disciple, you can practice the peerless martial arts of my lineage."

Wang Ping remained unmoved.

Peerless martial arts? Sir, times have changed!

Tell me about martial arts? Speaking of weapons, that’s pretty much it!

In his opinion, unless the old Taoist priest takes out a Maxim heavy machine gun with unlimited bullets now, rebellion is no different from seeking death.

"What, you don't believe it?"

The old Taoist priest was not angry when he saw this, but stretched his hand into his arms, and then took out a palm-sized knife with shining silver and weighed it in his hand.

"The peerless martial arts secretly taught by my White Lotus Sect is called [Suyue Lotus Sword]. It is a flying knife technique. If you can practice it to perfection, you can obtain a military art called [One Thought of Flowers Blooming]. If you can learn it, you will definitely have a place in Dashun Eight Paths and Twenty-Four Prefectures."

Wang Ping listened indifferently.

What is [Suyue Lotus Sword], the name is quite nice, it is also the art of war, and it is also [One Thought of Flowers Bloom], no matter how fast the flying knife is, can it be faster than bullets?

It's all nonsense...

"Boom!!!"

The next second, an earth-shaking loud noise interrupted Wang Ping's somewhat divergent thinking, and the deafening sound made him freeze on the spot.

After a while, he woke up as if from a dream, turned around and looked behind him.

There, there was originally a tall rockery with several people standing there. However, at this moment, it was completely exploded and turned into broken rubble and debris.

On the screen wall behind the rockery, the flying knife in the old Taoist priest's hand was firmly inserted in the middle. The dense cracks were centered on the flying knife and spread in all directions. It seemed that as long as the throwing knife was taken out, the screen wall would also be turned into ruins!

‘My god...’

The next second, Wang Ping, who finally understood what happened, suddenly turned around, his eyes were fiery, and he looked straight at the smiling old Taoist Shouchong.

The old Taoist priest whispered: "How is it? Do you want to learn?"

"Disciple pays homage to the master!"

Without a trace of hesitation, Wang Ping acted completely out of instinct. He knelt down and knelt down on the spot, recognizing this cheap master.

Because at this moment he already knew it well:

'What kind of ancient feudalism, where rocks can be blown up with just one move, and flying knives can be used as missiles. It is conservatively estimated that they are also used in martial arts. How could such a good opportunity be missed! ’

The times have changed again!

If he could really learn peerless martial arts, he would be a rebel. If nothing else, he would at least be able to survive in this world.

What’s more, failure is a rebellion, success is a revolution!

"Okay, very good."

The old Taoist priest nodded with satisfaction when he saw this, immediately turned around and walked to the ancestor's shrine, then took out a wooden box and held it in the palm of his hand.

"Open it and take a look."

As if Wang Ping had found a treasure, he immediately stepped forward to take the wooden box respectfully. After opening it, he saw two books of different colors placed in the box.

One of the books is plain white, with five large characters embellished with cinnabar handwriting on the cover, which is exactly what the old Taoist priest calls "Su Yue Lotus Sword", while the other one is a bit weird. The cover is yellow-white, with three large characters on it crookedly, but it reflects the golden light in the sun.

Wang Ping looked intently and recognized the appearance:

[The Taiping Sutra]

‘No way... a coincidence? '

Wang Ping looked up at the old Taoist priest, and saw the latter stroking his beard and smiling: "This is the fundamental scripture of our White Lotus Sect, and it is also the token of the past leaders."

"By the way, I passed it on to you along with my martial arts."

"After all, you are my direct disciple and the next generation leader after me."

Huh? Me?

Wang Ping raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. However, before he could ask, the old Taoist priest spoke first and said solemnly:

"Since you have acquired the Taoism of my White Lotus Sect, you must abide by the rules of my White Lotus Sect in the future. Otherwise, you can't be called my disciple if you cause trouble."

"We have ten major rules, twenty major codes, thirty major commandments, and eighty minor commandments. If you violate any of them, even if you are my disciple, you will suffer ninety-nine and eighty-one blows and die... These are the specific rules. Take them back and read them. Be sure to keep them in mind."

After speaking, the old Taoist stood up:

"Okay, I'm tired of being a teacher, you go back first."

Wang Ping heard this, looked at the wooden box in his hand, and then looked at the old Taoist priest who was obviously chasing away the guests, so he had to hide his doubts for the time being: "The disciple will leave first."

The old Taoist priest smiled and nodded: "Good."

After finishing his words, Wang Ping turned around and left the hall, while the old Taoist priest watched him all the way until he was confirmed to have left, then he ducked into the backyard.

When he reappeared, the old Taoist priest had already changed into night clothes, carrying a bulging package, and then quickly disappeared into the night.