The white Taoist in the first chapter of the story

In the late Qing Dynasty, there was a Taoist named Bai in Tianchang Town God Temple. He was white and delicate in appearance and comfortable in temperament. He yearned for Taoism since childhood, but he was not handed down.

One day, Taoist Bai went to Yuzhen Temple in Jiangxi on foot, and learned from a mage named Ye. His skill greatly improved. Three years later, Taoist Bai suddenly wanted to go home. Master Ye said, "You are almost successful. Don't fall short!" Taoist Bai finally didn't change his mind. So Master Ye gave him a donkey with a big belly and led it with a straw rope. Master Ye said, "Riding this donkey will bring you back to your home in two days. But remember, don't give the donkey water halfway. "

Taoist Bai left Yuzhen Temple on a donkey with a big belly, and sure enough he returned home in two days. He entered the Chenghuang Temple through the back door, tied the donkey in the yard, and went into the house to meet the teachers and fellow initiates. Everyone asked him when he left the YuZhen view. Taoist Bai said that the journey was only two days. Everyone was surprised and sighed at the speed of the donkey's feet. So everyone rushed to see the donkey, but they couldn't find it. They only found a huge toad among the grass in the yard. When they tried to catch it, it jumped into the water and disappeared.

Since then, the white Taoist priest has tried his best to pray for rain, but he still can't understand the true meaning of soaring and breathing. One day, Taoist Bai met a friend named Fan, named Xiaoxian. Words are mysterious, heroic and handsome. When having dinner together, Taoist Bai is a vegetarian, while Fan Xiaoxian eats meat and is very alcoholic. Every time the white Taoist laughs at him, he doesn't care. Everyone looks at him, but he is not like a monk, but he is good at divination and geomantic omen. He doesn't say anything easily, and his words will be successful.

One day, Fan Xiaoxian and Bai Daoshi were drinking in the courtyard. The moonlight was bright, like a mirror hanging high, reflecting the shadows on the ground. They were at arm's length in the breeze, and their artistic conception was very mysterious. Bai Daoshi felt very happy and sighed alone: "If you can watch a lantern show on such a night, you will live up to the beautiful scenery." Fan Xiaoxian said, "There is a lantern show, and it's not far away. It just started. Do you want to see it?"

When Taoist Bai asked where it was, Fan Xiaoxian said, "You'll know when you go." After saying his word, Fan Xiaoxian sat on the bench in the court, patted the other side, told the white Taoist to sit down, and said, close your eyes, never open them halfway, or you will fall and die if you open them. Bai Daoshi answered, only to hear Fan Xiaoxian read a word, and the bench was empty.

Taoist Bai only heard the wind rustling in his ears, and soon he heard the sound of the surging river, and it became noisy again, with gongs and drums clanking. Fan Xiaoxian said, here we are. The bench fell to the ground.

When Taoist Bai opened his eyes, he saw a huge theater. There was a new play on the stage, and all the lights made the night look like day. Taoist Bai and Fan Xiaoxian stood on the bench together and watched for a long time. Suddenly, a bald child, a beautiful woman with a pair of combs, an old man with white hair and a lame beggar came running from the moonlight, holding hands and singing. When they saw Fan Xiaoxian, everyone looked at him and smiled, as if trying to say something. Fan Xiaoxian quickly took out his wallet from his sleeve and stuffed it into the white Taoist priest. "Here's money. If you are hungry, go buy food and help yourself. I'll talk to an old friend."

As soon as Taoist Bai agreed, Fan Xiaoxian jumped off the bench and walked among the four people, talking and laughing, and suddenly disappeared. Bai Daoshi waited in the middle of the night until he heard the rooster crowing in the village. The gongs and drums were removed from the stage, and the lights in the garden were closed. The audience dispersed, but Fan Xiaoxian had not come back. Taoist Bai still sat on the bench and waited. It was dawn, and in the morning, Fan Xiaoxian still didn't come back.

Taoist Bai then shouldered the bench and walked out of the garden, asking pedestrians and sidewalks. This is Piling City, which is 5 miles away from your home. Bai Daoshi was so frightened that he cursed Fan Xiaoxian for his bad faith and threw him here. I don't know how to get home. At this moment, I suddenly remembered the money bag that Fan Xiaoxian gave him. When I touched it, I found that there were two or three pieces of silver in it, which was enough for him to go home. Because he was enjoying the cool when he came out, he only wore a blouse, so he crossed the river on foot with a bench and returned to his hometown from Zhuxi. When I arrived at the Chenghuang Temple, I asked the people in the temple that the temple was humane. "Fan Xiaoxian has been in the temple these days and has not gone out."

Taoist Bai went to see Fan Xiaoxian, who was still in a deep sleep, so he woke him up and complained. Fan Xiaoxian just smiled and asked, "Did you throw away the bench?" Taoist Bai said, "can I not bring back what I use at home?" Fan Xiaoxian laughed. "I knew it. You must be reluctant to throw away your things."

At that time, Taoist Bai lived in the East Room of Chenghuang Temple. There were many pavilions in the East Room, and the west room of the temple was dilapidated, all of which were bungalows. Fan Xiaoxian said that the dry side of the Chenghuang Temple was too collapsed. If there were no buildings, the temple would definitely decline, and it would also affect the village's geomantic omen. To the west of the temple is the Wangs' house, with five halls, which have been in disrepair for a long time, and it looks like it will collapse soon. The Wangs wanted to tear down the building, and Fan Xiaoxian went to tell him that the temple was related to the geomantic omen of the whole county, and the geomantic omen of the temple depended entirely on the Wangjiatang building. If the building was torn down, no one would benefit. The Wangs said, "Even if this building is not demolished, it will fall down soon." Fan Xiaoxian said, "I have an idea." So he leaned against the wall with a bamboo pole.

The Wangs looked at it and wondered, "The building is falling to the west. Are you leaning on it in the east to make it fall quickly?" Fan Xiaoxian said, "I can hold this pole for hundreds of years. How can I make it fall quickly?"

Fan Xiaoxian once asked Taoist Bai when no one was around, "Do you know why I'm here?" Taoist Bai said, "I don't know." Fan Xiaoxian said, "I was predestined friends with you in your previous life, so I've come to invite you to go together, live in the mountains, learn the Tao, and when you succeed, you can become immortal." Why are you attached to the world and have no ambition to be born? "

Taoist Bai said, "I just couldn't stand loneliness, so I came back from Jiangxi. Otherwise, I would still be in Longhushan. So how can I leave my home and wander with you? "

Every time Fan Xiaoxian sees a flame, a deep well, walks to the edge of a cliff, or approaches a dangerous bridge, he pulls the white Taoist priest to jump together. The white Taoist priest thinks that he wants to perform magic tricks, but he doesn't believe it.

time flies, and three years have passed quickly. Fan Xiaoxian suddenly said to the white Taoist, "Since you are not leaving, I want to go back." The next day, Fan Xiaoxian bid farewell to the people who had traveled together. Asked where he was going, he only said it was far away. At that time, a doctor surnamed Chen also made friends with him. When he heard that he was leaving, he practiced it for him and asked, "I heard that you have wonderful skills, and you must have a good prescription. If you want to leave today, you might as well give me one or two, so that I can save the world." Fan Xiaoxian smiled and pointed to the western wall of the temple. "This is the medicine for promoting birth."

at that time, it rained heavily for ten days, and Nanshan flooded and flooded the wall. Fan Xiaoxian took the white Taoist priest to the wall to watch the flood. After watching it for a long time, he leaned over and said, "There is a beautiful place here. How about I jump in with you?"

Taoist Bai refused, and Fan Xiaoxian sighed, "You are a person who has a fairy fate but no fairy bones. But even so, I'll show you and convince you that you can become immortal if you go with me. " So I pulled out a piece of cloth from my sleeve, spread it for more than ten feet, threw it into the air, and turned it into a dangerous bridge, as if connecting the clouds. Fan Xiaoxian said, "Can I try to visit the Moon Palace with you?"

Taoist Bai resolutely refused to get on the bridge. Fan Xiaoxian saluted and jumped into the void. The figure vaguely walked on the bridge. Suddenly, the cloth fell from the void, and Fan Xiaoxian also fell into the water. The wind rolled over two or three times with huge waves, and people and cloth disappeared.

Taoist Bai shouted for help, but there was nothing he could do, so he went back in tears, thinking that Fan Xiaoxian had committed suicide by practicing deviant ways and possessed himself, and had already entered the fish's belly.

The next day, a guest came back from Hanjiang River and visited Taoist Bai with a folding fan. He said, "I met Fan Xiaoxian at the pontoon bridge at Dongmen yesterday. He said that he brought your fan by mistake when he left, and asked me to help him bring it back." When Taoist Bai saw it, it was his own fan, so he believed that Fan Xiaoxian really became a fairy.

more than ten years later, the Wangs demolished the hall building, and the workers chipped off the bamboo pole supported by Fan Xiaoxian with a stone pestle. A golden light came out, and it sounded like thunder. It ran upstairs and trembled a few times, and then disappeared. Later, people in the county who had dystocia tried using the soil on the earth wall as medicine, but asking for money could not be fulfilled, which made them famous. Everyone came to borrow soil. In less than two years, there was only a pinch of soil left on the earth wall.

When Xuanding was a child in the Qing Dynasty, he saw Fan Xiaoxian's legacy in the Chenghuang Temple. It was a picture of a white deer with a cheese title, and it floated out of the dust. After decades, the memories were still in front of him, so he recorded it in the night rain and autumn lights and spread it around the world.

Taoist Bai has an immortal edge but no immortal bones. Although he is a Taoist, he can't give up the mortal world. Although he is in trouble with the Tao, he can't be the same as Fan Xiaoxian. It's a pity. And this karma of Taoist Bai has a great connection with the story I want to tell.

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