Maoshan Sect was prosperous for hundreds of years from the Southern Liang Dynasty to the Northern Song Dynasty. It has been the mainstream of Taoism. After the Southern Song Dynasty, it gradually declined, but it still passed down continuously. There were also high Taoisms in the world. Maoshan Sect inherited the Shangqing Sect and was an nickname for the Shangqing Sect to develop Maoshan as the center of development. It was introduced to later generations. Since the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Taoist inheritance was strongly rejected by the rulers, and thus the emergence of many schools of Maoshan. However, Maoshan Sect's "Shangqing Dadong Zhen Sutra" has been passed down to this day, and is known as Maoshan Exalted Sect. Maoshan Sect has a total of 45 generations of heirfa Grandmasters, the first generation is called Taishi, the second generation is called Xuanshi, and the third generation is called Zhenshi, and all subsequent generations are called Grandmasters.

In the late Qing Dynasty, the dispute between Maoshan Xianzong and Tantric Buddhism gradually emerged. Xianzong adhered to the "Shangqing Dadong True Sutra" to think about the gods, refining alchemy, and reciting scriptures. Tantric Buddhism practices secret techniques, jade talismans, and ancient forbidden mantras that have not been found in the world. Why are there fewer and fewer real Taoist priests today? On the contrary, those fake Taoist priests and real priests are becoming more and more rampant, so that people's misunderstandings about Maoshan deepened, making the Maoshan sect unrecognizable, tracing the source, and unable to escape the mysterious and legendary secret dispute.

Of course, before I was sixteen years old, I had no idea about Maoshan Sect and Maoshan Taoist Priests...

My name is Chu Qi, from Yanzigou, Shandong. In the fifth and sixth year, I just turned 16 years old. It was said that it was just over. It was because the New Year was over. My age was said to be calculated when Grandpa Sun in the village picked me up in the cradle from the side of the road. That day was the seventh day of the first lunar month, so the villagers named me Chu Qi, and I was an orphan...

Yanzigou Shibali Village is a small mountain village. Originally called Sunzhuang. It is said that during the War of Resistance Against Japan in the early years, the Japanese went to the village to kill people. The people in Yanzigou were all destroyed. The villages between the entire 18 miles were ruined. Finally, the country was liberated, and the villagers in this area gathered together sparsely. This village originally called Sunzhuang. Because of its diverse surnames, the current Shibali Village was created as the people in the village were passed down from word to mouth.

Grandpa Sun is a native of Sunzhuang and one of the few people in the village. This is what I heard later when the elderly in the village chatted. I was less than two years old and Grandpa Sun died of illness. I grew up eating a hundred families. At that time, each household had no surplus food. As far as I can remember, although the people in the village were willing to take out some food for me, I felt that the villagers hated me very much. In fact, I also understood that one of the important reasons was that I was a well-known unlucky person.

At that time, the word "information" did not exist, so our poor mountain valley only relies on the weather for his life. He naturally believed in superstition. I felt that although my fate was a little bumpy, I finally survived and was no different from others. However, the villagers didn't think so, because everything I was involved in was definitely unlucky. At the age of seven, I helped Lao Que's uncle in the village to herd cattle. The next day, their yellow cow died of illness. In order to repay the villagers to take care of me, I actually hoped that everyone would give me more food. I often went to various households to help with housework and chop firewood for Grandpa Huang Geng. At night, Grandpa Huang Geng took the axe and accidentally smashed two toes and fed Aunt Niu. Three days later, the pig was plague...

In short, anyone who gets close to me will be unlucky. People who are unlucky will naturally feel a little resentful. It is common for me to call me a broom star reincarnation, so that no one comes to me if I want to help with things. I almost avoid me. I don’t take those titles seriously because I hate myself very much. Why do I want to repay those who help me?

The villagers did not welcome me into the village, so I could only spend the night at the back hillside of Shibali Village at night. The back hillside was a somewhat broken land temple. Of course, I was not the only one in the temple. There was also a fortune teller who claimed to be the "iron abacus". His surname was Wu and was Wu Wei. He was in his early forties and was thin and tall. Although he had no posture, he often knocked on my head with a broken book and solemnly declared that this land temple was his territory. I was just staying there and moved out immediately if I had a place to live in the future.

Although Mr. Wu said this, he did not really drive me away. There is an inner room in the Land Temple. He usually lives in the inner room, but I came back at night and slept on the haystacks in the corner of the temple. Mr. Wu is a famous "Mr." from neighboring villages. Whoever has a wedding or wedding event, they always ask him to go and make a fortune. So although he lives in a dilapidated temple, he has no worries about food and clothing. As for me, the unlucky person, it was also reported from Mr. Wu. He said that I was born with bad luck and my life was in conflict with the black evil star. Anyone who had a little contact with me would be infected with bad luck. At the least, there would be uneasiness in the animals, and at the worst, there would be worries in people.

I hate Mr. Wu and helpless. I hate him to make me extremely desperate about life. I have no choice but to agree with his words. Mr. Wu is a very serious person. He never likes to please others. He always goes to divination with a waxy face all day long. For this reason, he offended some people more or less in the nearby villages dozens of miles away, saying that his mouth was vicious, but Mr. Wu stroked his beard indifferently and said that he was a straight mouth. If he didn't believe it, he would be ignorant.

In recent years, in addition to taking advantage of the key points of the other family, there is another profession suitable for me, which is "suppressing the grave". A custom passed down by the older generation. If a wealthy family dies, a person who presses the graves to guard the new grave for three days within three days. I know this custom. If there is a fewer people in the world, then there will be more people in the underworld. After death, people go to the ground, they will naturally be unfamiliar with the land. The "gold mountains", "silver mountains" and "high-rise buildings" that are given to them by people will inevitably be disturbed by lonely ghosts. Therefore, a person who pressed the graves to guard the dead for three days. Originally, the graves to be called guarding the yin, but after the long river of history, the old saying has become a grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-to-grave-

The requirements for the grave-pressing person are not that simple. Apart from people born with bad luck like me, there are only two other people who can take on this job. One is a butcher who kills pigs and sheep. This type of person is full of anger and can shock the lonely ghosts around the new grave. The other type is a lonely ghost, which is a lonely person, which is a strong horoscope and a life-threatening person. Mr. Wu said that this type of person is extremely strong and ordinary lonely ghosts are difficult to get close to, but it is not easy to find in reality.

Maybe my bad luck is too great. I started to take on the job of crushing graves at the age of ten, but I have never seen any dirty things. However, the pig slayer Mafu, who is at the east end of the village, will encounter some "yinyou incident" whenever I pressed graves. Yinyou is a local dialect, which means that some place is unclean or where dirt often appears or the time period is not available, and there is no actual sentence positioning.
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