In the past few days, Su Bao has been floating in various villages from north to south.

She discovered that every household has its own ritual heritage.

Some places steam all kinds of steamed buns, and wealthy families even steam pig heads, chickens, ducks and geese, and of course all kinds.

Some places are more grand, and people will go to the ancestral hall to offer sacrifices, and some will go to the earth temple to offer sacrifices. No matter how "simple" the place is, after killing chickens and ducks at home, they will put them out first and light an incense stick.

Those lives that are usually filled with busyness and modernization, as the New Year approaches, they seem to suddenly return to the original way, the original sincerity, the best wishes and a heart full of hope and expectation...

The seemingly disappeared civilization exists in another form.

What she couldn't feel at first, she gradually felt it, and the taste became stronger and stronger with the years.

There is Yin Qi in the underworld, but there is no spiritual energy in heaven and earth, but is spiritual energy really just "qi"?

The inheritance that exists in the river of civilization for thousands of years is also a kind of "spiritual energy".

"People say that Taoism almost no longer exists. Most of the culture that everyone experiences is Buddhist culture, and even Western zodiac signs and Tarot..."

Those are more fashionable, more generous, and less "feudal and old".

But in fact Taoism is still being passed down.

The theory of the underworld originally belongs to Taoism, and King Yama naturally also belongs to this system, so what Su Bao feels now is the power that has been passed down.

"I didn't expect that these powers would still feed me back..."

Su Bao floated in the air, reaching out to hold a firework. The sparks illuminated her face, making her look very ethereal.

Suddenly a golden light shone in the distance, and Su Bao's eyes narrowed.

"This is it……"

She flew over immediately.

A small temple in the mountains.

The two courtyards are scattered around each other, and the blue brick and tile houses are not as beautiful and western-style as the small western-style houses in the village, but they have a simple charm.

The yard is cleaned very clean. There is a bamboo forest behind the yard. Although it is in the south, it is still very cold. The temperature is even lower in the mountains.

A monk was wearing an old robe and a thick cloak. Thousands of houses were bustling with lights, but this place was very clean.

Under the eaves of the window, he made a pot of tea and was practicing calligraphy with a brush. The calligraphy was vigorous and ethereal, and even the words conveyed a lack of desire and desire.

Su Bao felt a true peace of mind.

"It is fate that you are here. Donor, please take a seat."

The man put down his brush and looked over with a kind face, kind eyes, and he was already 10 years old.

Su Bao was surprised: "Can you see me?"

The old man smiled slightly: "You can see it if you are destined."

Su Bao felt that what he said was very mysterious, but he still walked over and sat down at the tea table very politely with his legs crossed.

The old man poured her a cup of tea. The tea was fragrant. Su Bao asked: "Grandpa, I just saw a golden light here from a distance. Was it you who cultivated it?"

The old man smiled: "I haven't cultivated."

This time he spoke as usual, no different from ordinary old people.

Su Bao felt very confused. She saw the golden light, but why did she not cultivate the golden light?

"Is that the golden light that comes naturally?" she asked.

The old man just looked at her with deep meaning in his eyes and did not answer.

Su Bao thought for a long time, staring at the scent of tea, and then asked: "Is that the power of belief in Buddhism?"

She knew that Buddhism had the power of faith. She had learned about these things before when Ajia's sister was made into a Ouija drum.

The old man nodded slightly: "You are right."

Su Bao: "Ah...?"

"Grandpa, you didn't say what you said!" She pouted, a little helpless.

The old man looked at her with a smile and asked, "Is this important?"

Su Bao was stunned, frowned and said: "It must be important. I once took in a little ghost king, and she was made into a drum by a group of monks in order to touch places that were out of reach..."

She told about Ajia and her sister, and also about Ajia burning down the temple.

Finally, he asked: "So it must be very important for you to pursue the power of these beliefs and to achieve this level."

The old man still shook his head and asked: "Are they really monks?"

Su Bao was completely speechless this time.

The old man poured out the cold tea in front of her and gave her hot tea.

"There are real monks and there are false monks."

"There are real Buddhas and there are false Buddhas."

"There is also a true Buddha who will go to hell if I don't. In the end, he will destroy the true Buddha in his heart and the devil will appear."

"The same person can be true or false."

"A fake Buddha will become a real Buddha at the last moment of enlightenment."

Su Bao: "..."

Some understood it, but some didn't. Mainly because they couldn't understand it and didn't agree with it.

"Really? But I always don't agree with the saying that you can immediately become a Buddha by putting down the butcher's knife. He has killed others, and after killing others, he can become a Buddha by putting down the knife. What about the people who were killed? Is it fair to them?"

"You always advise people to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. Why can you forgive the fault of the person who wielded the knife on behalf of the person who was killed?"

Su Bao stubbornly grasped this point and began to argue secretly.

What she doesn't know is that today's conversation will directly determine the success or failure between her and her biggest enemy in the near future...
Chapter completed!