It is said that at that time, on the old road on the edge of Liuxi Village, a young man was walking in the dust, his name was Li Mufeng.
This young man, who was originally a scholar in Jiangnan, was in the middle of his family and wanted to go north to find relatives, but he encountered a flash flood on the way, and his luggage was gone, so he was left here alone.
The sky was getting dark, and there was no place to live around, Li Mufeng was in a hurry.
At this moment, the sound of "knock knock" tree cutting came from the forest.
He followed the sound and found an old carpenter in tattered clothes, who was working hard.
This old carpenter's surname is Zhao, and he is nicknamed Zhao Laogui, who injured his leg in an accident in his early years and walked with a limp, so he is called this name.
Don't look at his legs and feet, his skills are top-notch, and anyone in the village who has tinkering work loves to look for him.
Li Mufeng stepped forward, bowed his hand, and said in a sincere tone: "Uncle, I'm Li Mufeng, I'm here in a hurry, it's getting late, can I stay at your house for one night?" Zhao Laogui looked up at him, his brows furrowed, as if he had something in his heart, but it was not good to refuse directly, so he said: "Oh, young man, it's not that I don't help, my house is simple and remote, I'm afraid it's not very convenient." Li Mufeng listened, although he was puzzled, but seeing the old man's embarrassed face, he thought that it was really inconvenient at home, and hurriedly said: "Uncle, I just need a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and I don't have any other requirements." ”
Zhao Laogui pondered for a while, and finally nodded, but there seemed to be some indescribable worry hidden in his eyes.
Late at night, Li Mufeng followed Zhao Laogui through a dense forest and came to an inconspicuous hut in the valley.
Don't look at this house is inconspicuous, the surrounding layout can be exquisite, the yard is full of exotic flowers and plants, and from time to time there are bursts of fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed.
Zhao Laogui led Li Mufeng into the house and said, "Young man, I have wronged you." "The furnishings in the house are simple, but it is very clean, and there are a few paintings on the wall, which are painted with landscapes and ghosts, and the style of painting is a bit weird, which makes people think about it.
Li Mufeng was about to rest, and Zhao Laogui suddenly said with a solemn expression: "Young man, I have to remind you first, no matter what sound you hear or what strange things you see tonight, don't go out of the house." These words made Li Mufeng's heart beat a drum, but seeing that the old man was so serious, he nodded and agreed.
In the dead of night, Li Mufeng lay on the bed, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.
Suddenly, there was a slight noise outside the window, followed by a cold wind, the candles in the room flickered, and the painting on the wall seemed to come to life, and the person in the painting slowly moved, staring at him with empty eyes.
Li Mufeng sighed in his heart, and just wanted to stand up and find out, when he heard Zhao Laogui shouting and scolding in a low voice outside the house: "Where are the demons and monsters, dare to come and disturb people's dreams!" Before the words fell, I saw a golden light fly out of Zhao Lao's hand, and went straight to the picture scroll, and for a while, the turmoil in the house subsided, and the characters on the picture scroll also returned to their original state.
Early the next morning, the sun shone in through the window and shone on Li Mufeng's face, waking him up from his sleep.
He walked out of the house and saw Zhao Laogui sitting in the courtyard, holding a peachwood cane engraved with runes in his hand, rubbing it intently.
Seeing that Li Mufeng woke up, Zhao Laogui smiled slightly and asked, "How did Childe sleep last night?" Li Mufeng recalled the scene last night, and was still a little scared, so he told Zhao Laogui what he saw and heard.
After Zhao Laogui listened, he sighed and slowly told the truth.
It turns out that although this Willow Creek Village looks calm, it is actually an undercurrent.
The hill behind the village is an ancient mass grave, which is very yin, and there are often lonely ghosts and wild ghosts.
And Zhao Laogui, in fact, is a reclusive Maoshan Taoist priest, because of a grievance when he was young, he voluntarily gave up his practice and lived in seclusion here, covering himself as a carpenter, but in fact he was secretly protecting the peace of this side.
"Those last night were just some little ghosts with shallow cultivation, attracted by the yin qi in the mountains.
My crutch is a magic weapon handed down from my master, which can drive away evil spirits and avoid ghosts.
If it weren't for the fact that Gongzi's cultivation was still shallow last night, I wouldn't want you to get involved in these troubles. Zhao Laogui explained.
Zhao Laogui listened to Li Mufeng's words, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and there was both relief and a little imperceptible bitterness in his smile. "Young man, it's enough to have this heart.
However, the things in this world can't be done with just a lot of blood.
You have to have the ability and you have to be wise. As he spoke, Zhao Laogui took out a yellowed book from his arms and gently handed it to Li Mufeng. This book "Maoshan Secret Record" is a treasure passed down from generation to generation by our master, which records a lot of methods to exorcise evil and avoid evil, and cultivate nature.
Although you are not one of my disciples, since we are destined, I will give it to you, maybe it can help you a lot in the future. Li Mufeng took the book with both hands, and felt a quaint breath rushing to his face, as if he had traveled through time and space, hitting his heart.
He solemnly bowed, and secretly swore in his heart that he must cherish this rare opportunity and live up to Zhao Laogui's expectations.
In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.
Under the guidance of Zhao Laogui, Li Mufeng learned several basic exorcism charms, although he was not as proficient as Zhao Laogui, but it was enough to protect himself.
At the time of parting, the two people were reluctant, feeling that their relationship had gone beyond a simple master-apprentice relationship, and was more like a year-old friend. "Uncle, take care, when I find my family and settle down, I will definitely come back to see you." Li Mufeng stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the back of Zhao Laogui gradually moving away, and his heart was full of reluctance.
Zhao Lao turned the old guy, waved his hand without looking back, and muttered in his mouth: "Do it yourself, don't forget your original intention." Li Mufeng, this kid, held the "Maoshan Secret Record" in his hand, and pretended to be Zhao Laogui's advice in his heart, so he went all the way north and embarked on the journey.
Along the way, he has never experienced any ups and downs, and he has never seen the hot and cold world.
In the dead of night, he always likes to flip through the yellowed cheats, wondering how to use his own skills to help those in need.
The years are unforgiving, and a few years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Li Mufeng, this kid, not only found his long-lost relatives, but also made a name for himself in the rivers and lakes with his ingenuity and courage.
In his own way, he used Zhao Laogui's teachings to learn and put into practice, helped many people who were troubled by evil, and became a "living bodhisattva" in everyone's mouth.
But in his heart, he always thought about the old carpenter in Liuxi Village, the person who changed his life.
Finally one day, he set foot on the road to Liuxi Village again, and he was so excited.
When he stood on that familiar land again, he found that everything had changed.
Zhao Laogui's hut was empty, the yard was desolate, and the weeds grew taller than people.
He inquired around, only to learn that Zhao Laogui had left a few years ago, and before he died, he was still talking about the young scholar who had saved him.
Li Mufeng stood in the empty courtyard, looking at everything, tears flowed unconsciously.
He knelt down, kowtowed three times, and said silently in his heart: "Uncle, I'm back."
I will take your words to heart.
Although you are gone, I will always carry your spirit. ”
Since then, Li Mufeng has strengthened his own beliefs, not only continuing to practice chivalry and righteousness on the rivers and lakes, but also opening a family school to teach children to read and learn martial arts, hoping that they can become useful talents in the future and contribute to society.
The "Maoshan Secret Record", he regarded it as a treasure, passed down from generation to generation, and became a family heirloom.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, generations have passed.
Li Mufeng's story and his spirit are like the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, with deep roots and lush leaves.
When night falls, the old people in the village will sit around the bonfire and tell the legendary story of the young scholar and the old carpenter, so that future generations can remember the history full of the fantasy color of the Oriental Maoshan Mountain, as well as the deep friendship across time and space.
But no, something big suddenly happened in Liuxi Village, and the yin atmosphere of the mass grave in the back mountain made people panic, and the people in the village couldn't sleep well at night.
Li Tiezhu, this kid, in the face of this sudden disaster, he didn't hesitate and stepped forward.
I remember my grandfather said: "True courage is not not not to be afraid, but to be even afraid." He took the "Maoshan Secret Record" and set out on the road to the back mountain.
In the back mountain, the wind is swishing, and the ghost fire is flashing, like another world.
Li Tiezhu relied on his memory of his grandfather's story and the knowledge in "The Secret Record of Maoshan Mountain" to carefully wander around the forest, fighting wits and courage with those lonely souls and wild ghosts.
He drew talismans and recited spells, and with all his might, he finally found the place where the yin qi was heaviest - a ruined ancient tomb.
Inside the ancient tomb, the yin atmosphere is pervasive, and the ghosts are rampant.
Li Tiezhu knew that in order to completely solve the problem, he had to find the source of yin qi.
He took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and plunged headlong into the depths of the tomb.
After some arduous exploration, he finally found the true source of that yin qi - an ancient jade blessed by evil magic.
The ancient jade is full of black gas, and it looks evil.
Li Tiezhu knows that it is not a way to fight hard, and he has to outwit it.
He remembered what his grandfather said in "The Secret Record of Maoshan Mountain", "Overcome evil with good, overcome rigidity with softness", and decided to use a combination of charms and formations to seal the ancient jade.
After some careful arrangement and preparation, on a stormy night, he finally sealed the ancient jade in the ancient tomb and used a powerful charm to isolate it from the outside world.
With the seal of the ancient jade, the yin qi of Liuxi Village slowly dissipated, and the villagers were finally able to sleep peacefully.
The villagers all said: "Tiezhu, you are really the pride of our Liuxi Village!" "Thanks to you, we can live a stable life!" "Your grandfather would be proud of you if he saw you like this!" Listening to these words, Li Tiezhu's heart was warm.
He understands that he has not only completed a task, but also inherited his grandfather's spirit and legacy.
He secretly vowed that he must continue to work hard to learn Maoshan spells and use his strength to protect more people.
Since then, our Li Tiezhu has become the new generation of patron saints of Liuxi Village.
He not only practiced Maoshan spells diligently, but also set up a school to teach the children in the village to read and write, practice martial arts and strengthen their bodies, hoping that they could grow into a promising person and contribute to the society.
That "Maoshan Secret Record", in his eyes, is the treasure of our family, which must be passed down from generation to generation, and it cannot be broken off.
Time flies, and under the protection of Li Tiezhu and his family, Liuxi Village has been living in harmony and beauty, and is safe and stable.
The story of Li Mufeng and Li Tiezhu has also become the most famous story in our area.
In the evening, the old men and women in the village love to gather around the bonfire, telling those old stories about bravery, wisdom and kindness, so that the younger generations can remember the past with the mysterious color of Oriental Maoshan Mountain, as well as the deep friendship through time and space.