What is enshrined in the iron house is Sanqing!

After entering the tin house, I turned around and saw an offering table, and behind the offering table were three standard Sanqing paintings.

Therefore, before I had time to say anything to the middle-aged man, my first action was to observe Taoist etiquette and respectfully pay homage to Sanqing. Everyone following me, as long as they were Taoists, all respectfully paid homage to Sanqing.

clear.

Taoism has very few rules compared to other religions, but it is absolutely impossible not to worship the Patriarch when you see them.

After everyone respectfully performed the courtesy, the middle-aged man looked at us much more kindly. At this time, he no longer talked to us in English. Instead, he changed to Chinese, which was more standard than Wal-Mart, and asked

We asked, "Are you also a Taoist?" Then, we looked at Wal-Mart even more surprised: "Even you?"

"Of course." Wal-Mart said, "I am a Taoist, I am proud!"

"I didn't expect that there was a Taoist temple hidden in the slums of Raipur. This really surprised me." Faced with the surprise of this middle-aged man, I also expressed my surprise.

But what I said made him confused: "Your elders directed you to find Johnny. Didn't they say that Johnny is a Taoist? You will also be surprised by this?"

"Our elder did not explain. She just said that we should come to India to find Johnny." When I answered this question, I was slightly embarrassed. If I were a normal person, I would doubt us. I knew nothing about Johnny, and even came to India.

If you don't know what to do with Johnny, isn't it suspicious?

But the middle-aged man didn't show too much. Instead, he took out a low table, threw out a few futons, and asked us to sit down in this relatively clean iron room with good lighting and ventilation.

We soon sat in a circle around the short table, and Walma's eyes were quickly attracted to the short table. He stared at the short table for a long time, and suddenly exclaimed: "

This is a Chinese cultural relic, the wood is huanghuali, and the workmanship should be furniture made by officials in the Qing Dynasty, right? If you sell this short table, you won't live in a slum?"

Faced with Wal-Mart's exclamation, the middle-aged man did not react at all, but I did not doubt Wal-Mart's professional vision at all. In fact, one of their most important industries is related to cultural relics.

, and the scope is the whole world! The reason why Walma became a Taoist disciple was because of the opportunity brought by his father who was once obsessed with Chinese antiques.

So, this middle-aged man still hides a lot of secrets? Thinking about this, I looked at him with a more searching look.

But this middle-aged man not only completely ignored Wal-Mart, but also completely ignored me. After we sat down, he just took the bottle of wine that he hadn't let go of just now and took a big sip before he was satisfied.

He sighed: "The taste of liquor is the taste of China! Speaking of strong and mellow wine, the only one is Chinese liquor."

As he spoke, there was a look of nostalgia in his eyes. After a long time, he said: "I really didn't expect that you could get this wine. Maybe this means that it is a fate that I can't escape. No matter what you do,

It's suspicious, since I brought you in." At this point, he paused, and then said: "Tell me, who are your elders? Whether you can see Johnny or not is very important."

As he spoke, he took another sip of wine, his face still had that nostalgic and longing look.

I had an intuition that I couldn't hide anything from this person, so I said to him: "Let us find your elder, named Jennifer."

‘Poof’, as soon as I finished my words, the middle-aged man who happened to take a sip of wine reacted so violently for some reason that he spit out all the wine in his mouth in one gulp, and then coughed continuously.

We looked at each other again, is there any problem?

After coughing for a long time, the middle-aged man wiped his mouth, raised his head and said: "You mean Jennifer, which Jennifer? If this woman is not a Chinese woman, just pretend that I didn't ask, if

If she is, please tell me her Chinese name."

I naturally knew Sister Jenny's Chinese name. Although the old man's question was strange, I didn't think about it at all, and then said solemnly: "Ling Xinyan."

Cough The middle-aged man coughed violently, but the look on his face was that of someone who had already expected this. So why was the reaction so violent?

We waited patiently until his bellows-like coughing stopped, and then I asked: "It seems that you know about Sister Jenny, so can we see Johnny?"

I thought he would go around a few times or ask us something, but to my surprise, he took a sip of wine and said to us: "Okay, let's ask about your identities after we meet Johnny."

"Then shall we set off now?" This guy from Walmar was more anxious than the rest of us, as if he could realize his dream of a Taoist hero in the next moment.

"There's no need to go, I'm Johnny." As he spoke, the old man's eyebrows showed a hint of bitterness, and he drank another big gulp of wine.

"Are you Johnny?" I said with huge doubts, because I never thought that this old man would lie to me. His eyes made me believe that he was an honest person.

"Do you think I lied to you?" The old man glanced at me, then suddenly stood up and walked towards one of the walls of the tin house. There was a black cloth hanging on this wall.

It was clean. I was originally curious, but thinking about other people's privacy, I didn't ask any more questions.

As he walked over, the old man spoke: "Actually, I didn't lie to you when I said I wasn't Johnny. I now have a very common name, called Singer. You can also call me like other people in the slums.

I don't mind Bad Singer or Devil Singer, the name Johnny is just a thing of the past."

While he was talking, the old man took another sip of wine, which made me admire his good drinking ability. He drank half of a bottle of high-strength Wuliangye, and while he was talking, his hand already stayed on the black curtain.

Go up and suddenly open a corner of the black curtain.

And behind the curtain, there were actually photos, with more than a dozen photos neatly arranged.

These photos are black and white and appear to be old, and the protagonist in the photos is a young relative who looks extraordinary and elegant. He is wearing gorgeous clothes and has a high-spirited look on his face.

Although things have changed, we can probably still recognize that the young man in the photo is the middle-aged man standing in front of us, but the contrast is so strong that we dare not recognize each other for a while, but Wo

Erma exclaimed and couldn't help but stepped forward and looked at the photos carefully.

The middle-aged man didn't speak. He just touched the photos with his veined hands and whispered: "This is me when I was young. My name was Sharma at that time."

"Sharma?" Walma, who was carefully observing the photo next to Johnny, was shocked, and then said: "I always said why you look so familiar, are you the Abseco Sharma? God, noble

The son of God, with the purest Brahmin blood, the religious genius Sharma who is said to be closest to God?"

"Are these important?" Johnny was noncommittal and just answered vaguely.

"Only Sharma can wear this level of sacrificial attire! You must be it!" Volma said incoherently, and then patted his head and said: "No, no, how could it be? How old are you?"

But, what does it matter how old you are? How old is my master? This cannot be viewed from a secular perspective."

Walma was alone there talking incoherently, but he also inadvertently exposed a secret, that is, Johnny's age may be beyond Walma's bearing range, so he could make such an exclamation.

We looked at this dramatic transformation and didn't know what to say.

Brahmins, Kshatriyas, and Vaishyas have spent some time in India. We have learned a little bit about the caste system in India. We also know that Brahmins and Kshatriyas are high castes and aristocrats in India. Even though they have entered modern society,

This caste system still exists strongly in India.

The reason I don’t know what to say is that how could the noblest Brahmin live in the slums and live such a life? What’s more, he is the so-called Son of God! Or, Sister Jenny wants us to listen to Johnny’s story?

Facing Wal-Mart's fuss, Johnny acted much calmer. He just asked Wal-Mart to calm down, and then said: "What happened in the past is so long ago that I don't remember it anymore. This wall is me."

The traces of a lifetime, take a look at them in your free time! I just admire that you, a young man, know so much about history that even a person like me, who only appears briefly in the long river of time, can still know about it."

"How could I not know?" Walma said loudly again: "Although I am a Taoist, I should respect you to some extent. I am sorry for my previous words and deeds."

"That doesn't matter. In fact, Sharma's identity is not worth remembering too much. The real happiness is the days when I was Johnny! Although Jenny still calls me Johnny, in my heart, I know

I am no longer." As he spoke, Johnny pulled back a little more black cloth.

A new photo was revealed behind the black cloth. It was still a black and white photo, but it was much clearer than the previous photos.

In the photo, there is a Johnny who looks mature and steady, but his elegance is still the same. He is wearing a crisp old-fashioned suit, and there is a Western girl standing next to him. He is very beautiful!

With a 'swipe' sound, Johnny pulled up the black cloth, then turned around and said to us: "Okay, I have confirmed that I did not lie to you, I am Johnny, yes, you have seen me,
Chapter completed!