The small Taoist temple is called Huanghua Temple. It is located in the westernmost part of Mirage City. Yao Xianzhi took Chen Ping'an around for a while, and finally he was able to enter Huanghua Temple with a Fu Yin seal. The small Taoist temple was rebuilt from a temple. The Liu family of Daquan was the founding emperor of the People's Republic of China.
Since then, the emperors of the past dynasties have highly praised Taoism. Although they do not reject Buddhism, the emperors, generals, ministers, and dignitaries have little interest in Buddhism. Therefore, even if the temples in the capital city and local areas are built, they are often for Taoism.
Wedding clothes. The Tiangong Temple built by the royal family of the previous dynasty outside the capital is an exception. The ancient temple is much older than the Daquan Liu family. On the way Chen Ping'an came, he heard from Yao Xianzhi that the old Duke Shen was now the biggest pilgrim in Tiangong Temple.
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Yao Xianzhi opened the door, probably because the small Taoist temple could not afford to cultivate the Lingguan Hall. There were two statues of Lingguan posted on the gate of the Taoist temple. Yao Lingzhi opened the door and made a creaking sound. The two of them crossed the threshold. This man from the capital
After Fu Yin closed the door in person, he turned around and said casually: "In addition to Liu Mao, Taoist named Longzhou Taoist, there are only two Taoist boys in the temple who sweep the floor and cook. Both children were orphans. They were born innocent and have no Taoist qualifications.
Liu Mao taught me the Taoist secrets, but I still can't practice them. It's a pity. I usually do breathing exercises and do my homework, which is actually just a joke. But after all, I am following Liu Mao, so I can't be a god, so it's not all bad."
Chen Ping'an nodded. A third prince who was able to manipulate the Jinhuang Mansion and Pine Needle Lake in the Northern Jin Dynasty, and a vassal king who successfully helped his brother ascend to the throne, even if he turned to practice Buddhism, he would probably light lamps and waste more fuel.
Chen Pingan said without reason: "I took the Xianjia ferry earlier and found that the Rulu Temple in the Northern Jin Dynasty seemed to have some incense again."
Yao Xianzhi gradually got used to Mr. Chen's jumping ideas, which often happened. He was still talking about the battlefield and battle losses of the Daquan frontier army before they retreated to Gyeonggi Province. He drew several curves on the stone table and quickly turned to ask about Cao Mu'an.
What is the current situation of the remnants of the Xu family in Daquan?
Yao Xianzhi asked: "Is that the ancient temple in the Northern Jin Dynasty with the lotus platform? The young emperor of the Northern Jin Dynasty believed in Buddhism, so Buddhism has prospered in these years, and many temples were built by decree. If you go to the temple, it is a thousand-year-old temple. Because it has been abandoned for too long, it has been preserved.
It is relatively complete, and it is now regarded as a major temple in the Northern Jin Dynasty. In the past few years, several eminent monks and virtuous people were ordered to live in Rulu Temple one after another, and the incense suddenly became better."
"Then stop Xi."
Chen Ping'an first corrected Yao Xianzhi's statement with a smile, and then asked: "Have you ever heard of a young-looking monk, but he must be quite old in real life? He traveled far from the north to the south. His Dharma is exquisite, and he may be of the same lineage as Niutou.
Some origins. It may not necessarily be that he lived in the Northern Jin Dynasty, but it may also be that he lived in Daquan or the Southern Qi Dynasty."
Yao Xianzhi thought for a while, shook his head and said with a smile: "I haven't heard of it anyway. The famous monks in the Northern Jin Dynasty and Southern Qi Dynasty seem to be getting older. Again, I have to ask Lingzhi and Liu Gongfeng. I have no idea about Niu Touyi.
I don’t know anything about the Buddhist Dharma tradition. Mr. Chen still understands this? What a coincidence, our Emperor is also very proficient in Buddhism, so he must have something to talk about."
Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "I want to ask Liu Chongfeng if I have the chance."
When Chen Ping'an visited Tongyezhou for the first time and before accidentally entering the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, he once passed by Guoru Temple in the Northern Jin Dynasty, where he met the little lotus figure.
Later, on a remote hilltop deep in the mountains and wild forests, the mountain was steep and far away from human habitation. Chen Ping'an saw a little goblin who had lost his mind and murmured a sad word repeatedly.
At that time, Chen Ping'an didn't think much about it. Later, he worked as an accountant in Shujian Lake and went on a long trip. In the Mei Glaze Kingdom, he met a white-robed monk sitting in a cave on a rock cliff. Sitting high and dangerously, he also saw a heart ape climbing up the cliff.
During this time, I never thought that the little monster in Shanze that I saw back then would actually be involved in a fate.
Chen Pingan consulted the monks about Buddhism. The monk in Aquarius Island not only helped with guidance, but also mentioned the saying that "Tongye Island is unique in the Niutou lineage." So after that, Chen Pingan was interested in going there.
I knew some about Niutou Zen, but I only had a partial understanding of it, but Chen Ping'an benefited a lot from the monk's two explanations about the word barrier.
A young Taoist walked out of the pure practice room, wearing a far-traveling crown, holding a fly whisk in his hand, and walking on cloud shoes. He just glanced at Yao Xianzhi and stopped looking at him. He stared blankly at the man in a blue shirt and long coat.
, after a while, he seemed to have finally recognized his identity. He smiled with relief, threw the fly whisk, and slapped his head, "I pay my respects to Chen Jianxian, Lord Fu Yin."
Chen Pingan returned the gift with his hand, "I have met Taoist Longzhou."
Yao Xianzhi was too lazy to return the favor and suppressed his laughter. The two of them didn't start fighting when they met each other. It was really a sign of cultivation of mind and character. Both of them were worthy of cultivating Taoism.
Yao Xianzhi wanted to take off the wine gourd from his waist and prepare to drink and watch the fun, but Chen Ping'an patted his arm and said, "I'll drink later when I get into the house."
Yao Xianzhi didn't know what was going on, so he put down the wine bottle.
After hearing these words, Liu Mao, a Taoist named Longzhou Taoist, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Chen Jianxian, why are you so aggressive?"
Yao Xianzhi was stunned for a long time, but he didn't turn around. What does this mean? After Mr. Chen entered the Taoist temple, his words and deeds were very kind. Why did Liu Mao ask this question?
Taoist Liu Mao really didn't pay attention to a governor of the capital who could only act on his own ideas. Whether he was the former vassal king or the current head of Huanghua Temple, facing this Yao Xianzhi who seemed like a fledgling officialdom, he would be a Taoist sect chief.
, enough. There really is nothing to talk about between the two parties. Yao Xianzhi cannot understand what he is saying about Dharma and practice. He is just playing the piano to an ox. Mr. Fu Yin is not allowed to talk about temple matters with him, and it is too taboo.
As for why she was able to practice Taoism here for many years, it was certainly not Yao Jin's nostalgia, soft-heartedness, or woman's benevolence, but the situation in the court that she could not please. The Daquan Liu family, except for the late emperor's brother who escaped from the battle and took refuge in the fifth world,
In fact, there is nothing to criticize. To be honest, the reason why the Daquan Dynasty was able to fight and retreat was that even in several consecutive battles, several elite side cavalry forces in the north and south and local garrisons suffered staggering losses, but the morale of the army remained intact.
The defense of Mirage City and Gyeonggi depends on the rich wealth that the Daquan Liu family has accumulated little by little over the two hundred years since its founding.
Of course, it was also because of the ancestral support of the Liu family that the vassal king Liu Cong, who had made great contributions to supervising the country, was ill. With Liu Mao's help, he guarded a small Taoist temple, which was quite stable. During the holidays, the Qingci of Huanghua Temple
The green seals, handwritten letters from the three officials, and talismans will all be sent to the Mirage City Palace on time and in fixed quantities. It is said that some nostalgic old officials from the previous dynasty could not help but shed tears whenever they saw those handwritten talismans. It is said that some of them are speechless.
An old man named Ji got drunk with his old friend and said that he would have to live one more year just to see the talisman for one more year.
This is the truth that the Confucian sages have always said sincerely, saying that everything will be done right and smoothly.
In this world, even the rootless duckweed-like wild cultivators in the mountains and rivers will try their best to seek a good reputation. Who else can really stay out of it?
These little tidbits were all revealed by Shen Guogong during a casual chat with Liu Mao in the main room today.
Chen Pingan joked: "Today's Huanghuaguan Longzhou Taoist used the same principle to slap His Highness the Third Prince of Hu'er Town in the face."
Liu Mao was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "On the way to practice, if you don't give way to others at all, you will either be caught up by the people behind you and cause a conflict, or you will bump into the people in front of you, resulting in misunderstandings, and the consequences will be all in one case. Like this
Come on, it’s really not beautiful.”
Chen Pingan clicked his tongue and said: "The master of the temple has indeed succeeded in cultivating his mind. After twenty years of hard work in cultivating the Tao, he has become not only the master of the first temple, but also a real person on earth in the fifth realm. His state of mind is also different from the past. There are two levels of Taoist mind.
I'm glad to have signed the contract. It's not in vain that I paid you a visit today. The five or six miles of winding road at night is not easy to walk."
Liu Mao laughed it off and was extremely well-educated.
A little Taoist boy opened the door in a daze, rubbed his eyes, feeling sleepy, and asked: "Master, are there guests in the middle of the night? The sun comes out in the west? Do you need me to boil water to make tea?"
Liu Mao nodded and said with a smile: "It's okay, Master will entertain the guests himself. Don't forget the lessons you learned when you were young."
The little Taoist boy saw the two guests and hurriedly saluted. The Taoist temple was strange today, there were two groups of guests. But before, the two were older, and now the two are younger.
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded in greeting.
For no reason, I thought of Zeng Ye, a young man who lived next door to the counting house on Qingxia Island.
The little Taoist boy hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Master, one hour is too long. Can you only breathe for half an hour?"
Liu Mao shook his head and said with a smile: "No, although cultivating Taoism does not rely on rigid skills, if you are not willing to put in hard work, you can't even talk about cultivating Taoism. There is a difference in sequence. Please understand the truth here."
The little Taoist boy said oh, if there were no guests coming tonight, the child would still have to fight hard with the master. Since there are outsiders present, he should give the master some face.
Liu Mao pushed open the door of his private room, Chen Ping'an and Yao Xianzhi stepped over the threshold one after another, and Liu Mao finally stepped into it.
Chen Ping'an looked at the room. There was a row of bookshelves against the wall, a flower table in the corner, and a small pot of calamus.
There is a writing desk and an old chair. In addition to a closed Huangting Sutra, there is also an open volume of Lingfei Sutra on the table. Liu Mao must have been copying the book before, and the ink on the paper has not yet completely dried.
Liu Mao apologized: "The Taoist temple is small and there are few guests, so there is only one chair."
He glanced at Yao Xianzhi and said, "Chen Jianxian and Pindao are both practitioners. Mr. Fu Yin is the only official in the house. You don't need to be too formal, just sit and drink."
Yao Xianzhi always felt that this guy was swearing.
Seeing that Mr. Chen didn't say anything, he generously took the chair from Liu Mao and sat down to drink.
After drinking, Mr. Fu Yin finally came to his senses.
Because in Mr. Chen's eyes, there was no Longzhou Taoist, only a Taoist temple, so Yao Xianzhi could drink as much as he wanted after entering the house where Liu Mao practiced Taoism. Even drinking itself was a reminder, firmly believing that Liu Mao was not a Taoist priest, but still a Taoist priest.
The former third prince, Mr. Chen, paid homage to a yellow flower temple, a Taoist temple large or small, never on the scale of a Taoist temple, and not to Longzhou Taoist Liu Mao.
No wonder Liu Maofang said that Mr. Chen was being aggressive and had some brains.
Chen Pingan walked around the case, nodded and said: "Good words, when people see the words, it is like hearing the sound of new orioles singing in white. When the third prince reaches the upper five realms, maybe there is a phenomenon caused by literary luck, and there is a group of white orioles.
Hair sprouts from the paper, flaps its wings and flies high, free from restraint."
Liu Mao shook his head and took it as a joke. If you go to the Five Realms, you will never think about it again in this life.
After twenty years of hard training, he is still just a sea-viewing monk.
The two chicken-backed pens are specially used for copying scriptures. Near the ends of the pens, there are two small regular scripts of "Qingyou Mingjing" engraved on them. The chicken-backed pens of the Daquan Dynasty have long been famous.
There is a long-sharp pen placed on the pen holder, inscribed with "Collection of One Hundred and Two Things, the most skilled in the world". It can be seen that it was made by a pen-making master. It is probably the most valuable thing in this room except some rare books.
of objects.
Chen Ping'an glanced at the Huangting Sutra and couldn't help but flip through a few pages. Good guy, the quality of jade paper is important for its orderly inheritance. There are more than a dozen book seals and monograms, and there is almost no blank space. It is a
The Huang Ting Jing collected in the Wulin Hall of the Southern Qi Dynasty has a high status within Taoism, ranking in the Dongxuan Department of Taoism. It has the reputation of "three thousand mantras, pointing directly to the golden elixir" on the mountain, and is also praised by the literati and Qingtan at the bottom
Respected by famous people.
In addition to the spiritual objects that can be used by Qi practitioners, the truly valuable "secular objects" at the foot of the mountain are rare and unique books that are very particular about engraving and paper. They are second to none and are more favored by monks than calligraphy, painting and porcelain. Many rare books are rare in existence.
To be continued...