The little Celestial Master rowed the boat toward the distance. Suddenly he frowned, as if he thought of something. He looked at the old Celestial Master sitting there and said, "Grandpa, if you ascend, will we still meet?"

The old Heavenly Master was leaning on the bow of the boat, having nothing to do. He looked at his grandson rowing the boat. He had never thought that Zhang Liang would ask this question. He tilted his head and thought for a while, "Yes, as long as you succeed in cultivation, we will

I’ll see you in heaven.”

The little Heavenly Master asked again: "Then father, mother, second uncle, eldest brother, and Uncle Huang, will we all go to see you?"

The old Celestial Master was suddenly speechless. He didn't know how to answer. He looked to the north. The old Celestial Master was a little sad and said, "Old guy, today I know why you don't want to ascend."

Although the little Celestial Master didn't know what his grandfather meant by what he said, he saw that his grandfather was in a low mood and knew that he was in trouble.

"Little guy, do you yearn for the world?"

When the little Heavenly Master heard his grandfather talking about the rivers and lakes he longed for most, he hurriedly asked: "Grandpa, what are the rivers and lakes like? Where is he? I always read in the books on the mountain and the classics written by Confucian saints.

I saw these words but never saw them with my own eyes, so I became curious."

The Heavenly Master took a sip of wine and said slowly: "That's a good question. Grandpa doesn't know where the rivers and lakes are and what they look like."

The little heavenly master obviously didn't believe it, "It's impossible. Every pilgrim who came to the mountain yesterday asked me about my grandfather. That grandfather is very powerful. If grandpa doesn't know, I still won't go down the mountain."

The old Heavenly Master laughed, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist, "Grandpa is also a human being, and he cannot know everything in the world."

The little Celestial Master was obviously a little depressed. His grandfather, who he thought knew everything, didn't know where the world was. It seemed that his plan to go down the mountain would be postponed.

The old Heavenly Master suddenly called Zhang Liang. The little Heavenly Master looked over and the old Heavenly Master said slowly: "Since grandpa doesn't know, can you go to Wudang and ask the old man who faced Tianmen and smashed it to pieces with one palm?

Do Taoist priests know what Jianghu is?"

For more than 20 years, the little Celestial Master had never gone down the mountain, except for going to Luoyang once with his parents to receive the canonization of Emperor Ming. He did not dare to easily agree to his grandfather's words.

"Then why don't grandpa ask it himself?"

The old Heavenly Master said with a somewhat reminiscing look: "My grandpa asked me about it back then, but the old guy sent me away without knowing anything."

The little Heavenly Master covered his mouth, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh. He didn't expect that his grandfather had a side that no one knew about.

"Okay, then when I get stronger and my cultivation level gets higher, I will go down the mountain to Wudang."

The old Heavenly Master shook his head, obviously dissatisfied with this answer, "After sending grandpa away, you can go down the mountain and say it was grandpa who said it. Let me see who dares to stop you."

Little Heavenly Master patted his chest

With a firm look on his face, he promised that he would definitely go.

As he spoke, the boat slowly came to a misty place, but a portal slowly appeared not far away. The portal was completely white, and the two pillars supporting the Tianmen emitted a golden light, rising slowly from the lake.

Reaching out to the sky...

The little Heavenly Master looked at the portal and swallowed, "This is the Heavenly Gate."

The old Heavenly Master hummed, and the little Heavenly Master looked at the Tianmen not far away and said, "It's not as beautiful as I imagined."

The old Heavenly Master turned around, looked at the little Heavenly Master and asked: "Then what do you imagine the Tianmen to be like?"

The little Heavenly Master couldn't tell for a while. Anyway, he always had a vague feeling that he had seen Tianmen before.

The old Celestial Master stopped teasing the little Celestial Master. He sat upright and spoke like the Heavenly Master, "Zhang Liang, keep going."

The little Tianshi nodded vigorously and poured all his energy into the bamboo pole. The boat began to move faster and faster on the lake, and gradually entered the Tianmen.

On Wudang Mountain, in a thatched house, when the old Heavenly Master was slowly heading towards the Tianmen, an old Taoist priest walked out with a hoe in his hand, put the hoe on his shoulder, and looked to the south.

"So this was your choice?"

The old Taoist priest looked at it for a while, lost interest, and bent down to continue weeding the vegetable patch he had planted.

In a certain village in the Ming Dynasty, there was a gentleman who had just walked out of the school. He was dressed in white and holding a book in his hand. He stood at the door of the school and looked to the south for a long time.

"It turns out that you are also very disappointed with this world and want to leave."

The voice of one of his students came from behind, "Mr. Bai, I'm not very good at the article I'm talking about today. Can you teach me something?"

The man called Mr. Bai turned around and looked at the little guy holding a book with a sincere face. He bent down and took the book from the child's hand, and explained patiently.

In a wine shop in Yizhou, there was a middle-aged man in blue clothes, with his favorite long sword hanging on his waist, holding a wine gourd in his hand, facing the south, and drinking freely.

"It's so happy, it's so happy."

The little Celestial Master thought of something and asked his grandfather sitting on the bow: "Grandpa, if you and that Li Taibai were to ask a sword, who would win?"

The old Heavenly Master, who was originally thinking about leaving this world with great interest, suddenly heard his grandson ask, and said a little depressed: "That drunkard won. As the leader of martial arts and swordsmanship after the Spring and Autumn Period, Li Taibai is worthy of the long waist."

sword."

The little Heavenly Master's eyes lit up, and he immediately said: "Who will win in the quarrel between Grandpa and the so-called Buddhist Golden Arhat?"

The Heavenly Master coughed twice and said in a loud voice deliberately: "Of course Grandpa

I beat that bald donkey. When it comes to quarrels, except your grandpa who lost to your grandma, no one can beat me."

Listening to his grandson's question, the Heavenly Master asked with some curiosity: "Zhang Liang, why did you ask grandpa so many questions today?"

The little Heavenly Master said sadly: "If you don't ask again, grandpa will leave, and Zhang Liang will never see grandpa again."

The Heavenly Master, who had lived a life worthy of the world, looked at his grandson and sighed softly.

In Longhu Mountain, there are five people standing near an immortal stone monument, watching the Zhonglao Celestial Master from a distance.

Zhang Yiling crossed his arms and said angrily: "Brother, what are you doing standing on the stone monument? Could it be that this will make my father look at me more carefully?"

Zhang Yifeng, the Taoist whom Zhang Yiling calls his elder brother, smiled and was not angry.

Knowing that his eldest brother was about to ascend today, Zhang Lingsheng, the only remaining veteran Taoist from the Longhu Mountain Lingzi generation who had broken through the barrier in advance, said with emotion: "My eldest brother could have ascended a long time ago with his cultivation, but for some reason he had to suppress it.

realm."

Next to him, Zhang Danqing, who was a generation older than Zhang Lingsheng, nodded, "Zhang Lingren is doing it for the sake of Longhu Mountain's tradition of producing an immortal immortal every hundred years. He is afraid that Longhu Mountain will lose all the power of the Taoist sect."

"In the end, it's me, the uncle, who doesn't live up to expectations."

Even more outrageous than Zhang Yifeng, an old man wearing a Tai Chi yin and yang pattern squatted on a stone tablet nearby. Huang Wen, who had no master's demeanor, felt a little emotional when he saw that the old Celestial Master who personally selected himself as the Great Celestial Master was about to ascend.

.

I can finally stop playing chess with this bad chess player, and I am finally free.

Zhang Lingsheng, who usually lives in a house he built at the foot of the mountain, said: "With the departure of eldest brother, although Longhu Mountain is destined to reach its peak, its secret power will definitely be reduced a lot."

Huang Wen rarely spoke, "If the old Taoist master who works in his vegetable garden on Wudang Mountain dies, the Taoist spirit will not be diminished one bit."

Zhang Lingsheng nodded and agreed, "I heard that the Buddhist master Jiechen found a successor a few years ago before retreating and is practicing in a small Buddhist temple."

Zhang Yiling and Zhang Yifeng knew that what they were talking about was a dispute between two families, so they decisively did not interrupt.

Zhang Danqing looked at the juniors who were about to arrive at Tianmen and spoke slowly: "Not to mention Master Jiechen, let's just say that in the Spring and Autumn Period, with the power of one person, he made Taizong give up with his remarks that killing people is not as good as educating the world.

Instead of massacring the remnants of the Qin Dynasty, they magnanimously changed Fangzhou to Qinzhou and rewarded those descendants of the Qin Dynasty."
Chapter completed!