Chapter 592: Maoshan Taoist

However, he still had doubts in his heart and asked: "Senior, since Lord Mao Xian calls himself an Immortal Lord, he must be a god, right?"

"No need to ask more, just go." Sun Ma said, "He lives in Maoshan. As for where to live in Maoshan, you have to find it yourself. Time is limited. This is originally a difficult task, but you have Buddha’s Eye, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

Zhang Jun cupped his hands and said, "Thank you!"

"We don't owe each other any more." Sun Ma waved her hand, "Okay, you can go down."

Although he now had a lot of questions, he knew that he wouldn't get anything out of him if he asked again, so he stood up and left.

As Sun Ma said, time was limited, so he immediately started to deal with it. He first took out the jade box containing golden light and handed it to Sun Ma. Then he took the Tribulation Pill, the Ghost Talisman God Tablet, and the Dragon and Tiger Mirror. Head to Maoshan.

Maoshan is located 60 kilometers west of Jinling City. It has a long history and is known as "the first blessed place and the eighth cave". It is the birthplace of the Shangqing Sect.

Ge Hong once wrote "Baopuzi" here, which has been passed down to the world. This is also the place where Zhengyiyi and Quanzhen sects developed, so Maoshan has an extraordinary status in Taoism.

Today's Maoshan is no longer a gathering place for cultivation. This place, like Longhu Mountain, has become a tourist area. Maoshan Scenic Area has nine peaks, nineteen springs, twenty-six caves, and twenty-eight pools. It is usually crowded with tourists and it is rare to find peace.

Zhang Jun took a private plane to Jinling City in Beijing, and then the local Fugui Gang brothers provided a car, and then drove to Maoshan.

Since time was tight, he did not dare to delay on the road. He drove himself and arrived at the 60-70-kilometer road in only half an hour.

The brother here has been waiting for a long time. As soon as he arrived, he led him up to Maoshan. The brother who led the way was a local from Maoshan. His surname was Mao and his name was Marshal Mao.

As Marshal Mao walked, he introduced the scenery on the roadside to Zhang Jun. He didn't know that Zhang Jun was looking for someone, and he thought he was here to enjoy the scenery.

"Big boss, please look. In front of you is the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace. This place was burned down during the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. It was built later, but it was built well." Marshal Mao introduced.

Zhang Junshang had no intention of admiring the scenery, and had been observing the surroundings with his eyesight. Unfortunately, he found nothing. This place seemed to have been completely developed. Not even a cultivator, let alone Mao Xianjun, was found.

He secretly felt strange in his heart, the inheritance of Maoshan should not be cut off, why is it not even as good as Longhu Mountain?

There was no point in being anxious now. He calmed down and simply walked around, hoping to find something. When we arrived at the foot of the peak where the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace was located, we saw that the Jiuxiao Palace was located in the north and faced south, which was quite impressive.

Marshal Mao said that when the palace was in its prime, there were two pavilions for the Buddhist scriptures and the Saint Master, and five halls for Taiyuan, Gaozhen, Ersheng, Lingguan and Dragon King, Yuxiang, Raoxiu, Qiayun, Zhongbi, There are six Taoist courtyards of Li Zhen and Yi Hu, as well as more than a hundred Taoist houses, guest halls and other buildings on the left and right sides; the whole palace is majestic and resplendent.

It's a pity that it was later destroyed by the Taiping Army. What we see now was built later, but it looks similar.

Now that they are here, Zhang Jun is ready to go for a walk. They walk around with the tourists, and Zhang Jun feels very bored. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a table set up outside the flower hall. A dry old Taoist priest sat on a bamboo chair and set up a fortune-telling stall.

He was shocked. He had scanned it with his eyes before and found no one here! He quickly scanned with his eyes again and felt that the old man's place was empty.

This discovery made him feel happy. He took three steps at a time and arrived at the fortune-telling stall. He smiled and said, "Master Tao, I want to tell fortunes."

The old man was very thin, with all his teeth missing, and his face was wrinkled. He didn't know whether he was eighty or ninety years old. It seemed that a gust of wind could blow him down.

His business didn't seem to be very good. When business came to his door, he suddenly smiled and raised his face to look at Zhang Jun. But after he took one look, his face suddenly sank and he said, "I won't count your hexagram. It will be bad luck if you don't."

The tourists around laughed, and some said: "Look at this Taoist priest, he can still play hard to get."

Zhang Jun was shocked. He waved away Marshal Mao, who was staring at him and wanted to reprimand the old Taoist. He said sincerely: "Master Tao, the hexagram money is easy to discuss."

As he spoke, he placed Maoshan's ghost charms and magic cards on the table. The old Taoist opened his eyes in shock and asked, "Where did you get them?"

"I bought it from Golden Platform." Zhang Jun grinned, "Now it returns to its original owner."

The old Taoist sneered: "How did you know that I am from Maoshan?"

"It is true that few people know about Xianjun's game, but I happen to know that you are always in Maoshan." Zhang Jun said, still smiling.

The old Taoist sneered: "Take out whatever else you have on you. Jiuniang is getting more and more confused as she gets older, and she actually leaked my identity."

Zhang Jun thought to himself, then Jiuniang is Sun Ma, right? He didn't say anything, but took out the Dragon-Tiger Mirror and the Tribulation-Ending Pill, and said sincerely: "Longhu Mountain is in trouble, please ask the Immortal Lord to help."

The old man did not deny his identity, it was obvious that he was Mao Xianjun. Glancing at the Dujie Dan, he said calmly: "I already know about Longhu Mountain's reopening of the gate. You don't need to tell me, I will go."

Zhang Jun was overjoyed and stood up and bowed: "Thank you, senior!"

"No need to thank me." He waved his hand, "You can go."

Zhang Jun stood still and asked, "Junior, I have one more thing to ask."

"Say." The old Taoist said calmly.

"Shang Qing Gang Qi, is Maoshan's unique skill?" He knew that Shang Qing Gang Qi must be Maoshan's inheritance.

"Shangqing Gangqi has been spread for more than a thousand years ago. There are practitioners in Quanzhen and Zhengyi sects." Mao Xianjun replied, "But there are not many practitioners in the world, less than ten."

Zhang Jun asked this question because one of the holy masters of the Holy Sect practiced Qing Gang Qi. He was worried that that person was related to the Qing Sect on Maoshan Mountain, so he asked this question.

After hearing this, he felt relieved and bowed again before saying goodbye and leaving.

When going down the mountain, you have to go down the long stone stairs, one step at a time. As soon as his left foot landed, there was a sudden thunder in his ears, and he entered another world.

He was shocked, knowing that he had fallen into an illusion. This situation was similar to the Taixu illusion.

In front of you is a majestic mountain. The height of this mountain is more than 100,000 meters, and the size of this mountain is more than 500 miles in radius. The mountains are lush and lush, with mountain roads carved out, Taoist temples and palaces built one after another.

There are birds and animals on the mountain, flowers, plants, fish and insects, people are walking on the mountain roads, and people are coming in and out of palaces and Taoist temples. The clothes of these people are very ancient, long-sleeved toga.

Zhang Jun was on the mountain road at this moment, and a Taoist boy aged fourteen or fifteen came in front of him. The Taoist boy looked at Zhang Jun curiously, as if wondering why he was wearing such clothes.

He asked: "Who are you? Why did you come to Qingshan with me?"

Zhang Jun calmed down and said: "I went to Maoshan to play before. When I was going down the mountain, I took one step and arrived here."

The Taoist boy looked surprised. His eyes widened and he shouted, "Nonsense! Without my talisman to guide you up Qingshan Mountain, how could you possibly climb the mountain?"

Having said this, he suddenly raised his hand and shot out a white light, which seemed to be a talisman flying out. The talisman rose into the sky and emitted a harsh scream.

Suddenly, dozens of figures appeared from all directions, including men and women, teenagers and young people. They surrounded Zhang Jun and stared at him warily.

Zhang Jun was terrified. Although he was in an illusion, he felt that these people were very strong, and some of them were true power level masters. Besides, this is an illusion, and no one knows what the consequences will be.

He smiled bitterly and could only say: "I came to Maoshan to pay homage to Lord Mao Xian. Who knew I would enter a fantasy world when I left."

"What? Have you seen the Immortal Lord? Where is he?" Tao Tong asked in shock, his voice trembling.

Zhang Jun was about to speak when he suddenly felt something solid under his feet. He had stepped down the steps and walked out of the illusion.

He looked at Marshal Mao next to him with a strange look on his face. The other man looked as usual, obviously unaware of what had just happened.

"It obviously took a long time just now, but in reality I didn't even seem to stop moving. A short step actually lasted for such a long time in the illusion. It's really amazing." He was surprised in his heart and couldn't figure out what happened just now. thing.

Not long after Zhang Jun left, a young man wearing white sports came to the palace. He looked exactly like the Taoist boy from Shangqing Mountain. He looked around. Unfortunately, Master Mao Xian has already left, and even Zhang Jun and Marshal Mao are no longer here.

He showed a pityful look and murmured: "The Immortal Lord must have been here, I can feel his breath. Who was that person before? How did he enter Shangqing Mountain? He clearly didn't have a spiritual talisman on him!"

He muttered to himself for a moment, shook his head and left, got into a luxury sports car, and drove away.

Today's experience made Zhang Jun feel very complicated. Where is Shangqing Mountain? Is it just an illusion? If it was a fantasy, it was too real.

Moreover, how come there are so many people in the illusion, and all of them are flesh and blood, and have thoughts. The illusion should not be like this. What's more, he was sure that he was always awake and shouldn't fall into an illusion.

Along the way, he was very thoughtful and didn't say a word to Marshal Mao. He didn't come back to his senses until the car arrived at the airport.

When we returned to Longhu Mountain, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. He wanted to go to Taiqing Palace to visit Sun Ma, but the door of the palace was closed and the people inside seemed to have fallen asleep.

He had no choice but to return without success and go to see Hua Buyi.

Hua Buyi was playing chess with the Great Bodhisattva. The two of them got to a critical point, and the situation was not good for Hua Buyi.

Zhang Jun took one look and said with a smile: "Master, let me give you a trick." With that, Dai Hua Buyi took a step forward.

No matter how powerful the Bodhisattva is, he is still angry now. He managed to gain the upper hand, and he couldn't help but say: "Watch the chess without saying a word, you kid, go away."

Zhang Jun said seriously: "There is no difference between victory and defeat. Senior is in trouble."

The Great Bodhisattva snorted coldly: "When you talk to me about formlessness, you are still a little bit behind. Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. If there is victory or defeat in my heart, then I have fallen into the lower vehicle."

Zhang Jun's heart was moved, but he refused to admit defeat and said: "Senior, if there is no victory or defeat in your heart, why should you fight for victory?"

The great Bodhisattva smiled again and said: "I have neither victory nor defeat in my heart. What I am fighting for is neither victory nor loss. In other words, I am not fighting for anything."