Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 1 From Burial to Enlightenment (New book, please read, recommend, and collect)

Ding ding ding! The sound of the wooden fish hitting the target was so loud that it made my brain hurt.

It seemed as if someone was singing sleepy scriptures in a mosquito-like voice next to my ears.

The positive and negative effects overlapped, and my heavy eyelids could not be opened at all. It felt like a three-hundred-pound fat man was pressing on me, and the fat man was snoring.

"It's been three days, let's bury it!"

"Otherwise it will stink!"

"No, we have to wait for the Taoist priests from the Foreign Affairs Hall to come and perform an autopsy. We can only bury the body after the examination. We also have to choose the coffin and the burial site. We can't just let it go like this."

"Why are you so serious? You're just trying to make a living."

"You can go back first, I'll guard here."

After the two young Taoist priests sitting opposite each other finished speaking, they fell into silence for a short time.

"Recite the Lingbao Sutra for Saving People again! May he be liberated from this life and have no more suffering."

"Your statement is quite monk-like. Aren't we Taoists?"

"The Grand Master advocated the unity of the three religions, so he established the Taoist tradition in Mount Zhongnan and called it Quanzhen. What is the difference between monks and Taoists?"

"You are very knowledgeable, I can't argue with you. If you pretend to be dead, don't blame me."

The sound of clang clang clang of the wooden fish rang out again, along with the chanting of scriptures that poured into my ears. A large number of memories surged in my mind, and my past lives and present lives were mixed into a mess.

About a day passed, or maybe a little longer.

He seemed to be able to smell the moist scent of the earth. The heavy sand kept hitting his body. His dull senses were slowly recovering. Although he was not breathing, the pores all over his body seemed to be open, and he could vaguely feel something.

Then suddenly in an instant, heaven and earth came together, using the flesh as a bridge, completing a hasty unification and creating a miracle.

Snap! The breathing is unblocked!

My chest began to rise and fall, but there was still depression pressing in my chest that I could never release.

"My name is Qiu Chuji. I have a hot temper and a straightforward character. In order to get better food for the porters who were building the buildings, I had a conflict with the fire workers of the Quanzhen Sect. During the melee, I was hit on the back of the head with a stick and died on the spot."

"My name is Qiu Chuqing. I am sunny and outgoing. I just got my lawyer license. I was beaten with a club while walking on the street at night because I was asking for wages for migrant workers."

"Who am I, and who am I?"

"Wait! Qiu Chuji? The Seven True Immortals?"

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw two Taoists, one on the left and one on the right, piling dirt on him in the dusty air.

Seeing Qiu Chuji, who had been dead for five days, suddenly open his eyes, the two young Taoist priests Liu Chuxuan and Wang Chuyi were frightened. They dropped the wooden shovels in their hands, jumped out of the pit nimbly, and ran away.

"Come back!" The suppressed depression exploded like spring thunder.

Qiu Chuji opened his mouth and shouted loudly. Although his voice was still hoarse, his strength was inexplicably strong.

Liu Chuxuan and Wang Chuyi stood still and mechanically turned their heads to look at Qiu Chuji, who was wrapped in a straw mat and squirming in the pit.

"Master Jingshu allocated three taels of silver to buy a coffin for you, but it was snatched away by the scoundrels who worked on the pyrotechnics. I wrapped you in the straw mat my mother sent me."

"I dug this pit. It's five feet deep and five feet wide. There will definitely be no wild wolf digging you out and eating you."

"Please, Grandpa Ghost, spare our lives!"

The two young Taoist priests kowtowed on the spot, spineless.

Qiu Chuji struggled for a while, but found that he was tied quite tightly and he couldn't break free.

"Come here and let me loose."

"You...are you alive or dead?" Wang Chuyi looked at the little Taoist priest with his head tilted up in the moonlight and asked the key question. "If you don't come over and untie me, I guarantee you won't survive." Qiu Chuji showed his white teeth in the moonlight.

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Hululu! In a corner of the temporary shack where the Taoist priests were housed, Qiu Chuji was drinking half-warm brown rice porridge and eating half a pancake, enjoying it very much.

Although these are not to his taste, when he is hungry, he doesn’t care whether they taste good or not. The feeling of being full is a feeling of happiness.

Wang Chuyi and Liu Chuxuan stood aside, watching eagerly and swallowing from time to time.

Qiu Chuji ate the rations they had saved.

Looking at the two young Taoist priests who had green faces and kept swallowing their saliva but still gave the food to them, Qiu Chuji ate without hesitation while deeply remembering this favor.

At this time, the sky was gradually brightening, the early morning bell had rung, and craftsmen and Taoists walked out of their temporary residences in groups, about to start a new busy day.

After the failure of the anti-Jin uprising of Grand Master Wang Chongyang, with the support of his eldest disciple Ma Yu, who gave up his family and career, he built the Chongyang Palace in Zhongnan Mountain and established the Taoist tradition, called "Quanzhen", which aims to "harmonize the three religions, understand the mind and see the nature, and preserve the truth alone".

A large part of the Taoists who followed Wang Chongyang were soldiers who had followed him in the uprising against the Jin Dynasty, but there were also some orphans and refugees recruited from nearby, as well as wild Taoists who had originally practiced in Mount Zhongnan.

The Quanzhen Sect is still in its infancy and its internal structure is in chaos. It is inevitable that there will be some despicable people hiding among it and doing evil.

When the morning light passed through the miasma-filled forest and cast its light selflessly on him, Qiu Chuji wiped his mouth and set a small goal first.

He met the great master Wang Chongyang, became his disciple, and became his direct disciple.

Now that you have come to this world, how can you not see the vastness of the sky and the sea, and meet the best people in the world?
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In a blink of an eye, half a month passed, and Qiu Chuji had become accustomed to many tasks such as fetching water, chopping wood, feeding horses, ringing bells, chanting scriptures, etc. However,... let alone becoming Wang Chongyang's disciple, he had never even seen Wang Chongyang in person.

However, it was not completely without gain. Every day at noon, there would be burly Taoists who looked more like soldiers than Taoists, coming to teach them the Taizu Changquan and some basic martial arts knowledge. This barely revealed a corner of the mysterious martial arts for Qiu Chuji.

Not only that, every now and then, more "professional" Taoists would appear in the square, practicing the formations of little Taoist priests and pyrotechnic Taoist priests.

From this it seems that the Quanzhen Sect is currently just a cover, and Wang Chongyang's determination to resist the Jin Dynasty has not been completely extinguished.

This is reasonable. After all, the ancient tomb occupied by Lin Chaoying was originally a place built by Wang Chongyang with all his wealth to store military equipment and food.

The original reason why Quanzhen Sect built it was to conceal its existence and protect the ancient tomb.

But after doing it as a part-time job for a long time, it became my main job.

After waiting for more than half a month, Qiu Chuji's patience was gradually running out.

There was nothing he could do. The brown rice was too coarse, the pancakes were too hard, the shack was too crowded, Liu Chuxuan and Wang Chuyi's snoring was too loud, and the pyrotechnicians were too annoying. He could not tolerate any of this.

Change! Must change!
There is chaos and war outside and I cannot leave, so I have to become Wang Chongyang's disciple, gain identity and status, and improve my living environment.

He is a Taoist priest now, not a monk, so there is no such thing as enduring hardship. To defy fate and change one's destiny is the correct way to be a Taoist priest.

It is uncertain when and under what circumstances Qiu Chuji became Wang Chongyang's apprentice and became his second disciple.

Now Qiu Chuji plans to create opportunities artificially and take the initiative to attack.

It's worth taking a little risk for this.

Just as Qiu Chuji made up his mind, a clear bell sounded buzzing in his ears.

In a trance, everything in front of me was withdrawn like smoke and dust.

A long river of starlight spread out from under his feet and then extended to the depths of the starry sky.

There was no need for him to move on his own. The long river carried Qiu Chuji to one place, and then a bright light appeared.

All these things are like blessings coming to your mind, you will naturally accept them and gradually master them.

The Yuxu bell rings, all the ways of the heavens converge, myriad laws condense, and cause and effect intersect.

The heavens are vast and my way is prosperous!
　After checking a lot of information, I can only say that many of the characters with historical prototypes set by Jin Yong don’t match the history very well, so I can’t expect my second creation to be too rigorous, so please don’t be too serious. If the details are really weird, I can only bear it! There is also a new book, and the data is very important. Friends who have time, please support me! Thank you!
　　
　
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