Chen Lingjun didn't dare to pat that person on the shoulder. He couldn't go away, and he just didn't roll around. The old master had no choice but to give up and let Chen Lingjun take him out of the town. He neither went to the Immortal Tomb nor the Wenwu Temple, but just took a detour.
The Longxu River, the stone arch bridge, and finally the ruins of a small temple similar to a pavilion.
Chen Lingjun asked tentatively: "The Holy Master, the tall old Taoist immortal from the Taoist sect before, has his realm reached a very high level?"
The old master nodded, "It's very high. If the realm is not high, Taoist ancestors will not teach him Taoism. Moreover, this Taoist friend has been a great benefactor to our human race in his early years, so the ritual sages have formulated the rules that are consistent with the earthly branches."
Among the twelve zodiac signs, it ranks very high. It’s just Taoist friend’s bad temper...forget it, talking about right and wrong behind one’s back, it’s not kind.”
Chen Lingjun was worried, "But it sounds like you are having a bit of a feud with my master?"
What should I do? I definitely can't beat the old Taoist. The Holy Master also said that he would be frightened when fighting with the Taoist ancestor. So no matter what, he doesn't take advantage of it.
Nonsense, of course I and the Holy Master are in the same camp, and you can't turn your elbows outward. What does it mean to be a gangster? It means two gangs fighting and fighting in groups. Even if there is a huge disparity in the number of people and your own side is small and destined to be defeated, you must accompany them.
My friend stood still and refused to run away when being beaten.
Earlier, the old Taoist mentioned the Lotus Root Blessed Land, and judging by his tone, he had suffered losses and lost face there.
Regarding the blessed land that was renamed Lotus Root Blessed Land, Chen Lingjun only knew that Pei Qian and Cao Qinglang, as well as the old cook and Mr. Zhong, all came from this Feng Shui treasure land with outstanding people, but none of them liked to say more about their hometown.
Chen Lingjun was too lazy to ask more questions about the matter, so he always mistakenly thought that the Lotus Root Blessed Land was a low-ranking land in the past. There were not even many Taoists, let alone earthly immortals, so it could cause any trouble.
Who would have thought that a guy who was called a Taoist friend by the Taoist ancestors would come out? He is so shameless. Fortunately, he is always kind and kind to others, and he mentioned too much about the green grass in his own mountains. Otherwise, this stupid account would have hurt his little arms.
I can't carry it off my calf.
The old master shook his head, "Actually, that's not the case. Back in Ouhua Blessed Land, this fellow Taoist quite recognized your master's conduct in life, especially his heartfelt words, which were just right to soothe people's hearts."
Chen Lingjun was relieved, puffed up his chest, and laughed and said: "My master, I have always had a good relationship with the elders. As for me, I can learn from others, so I can make do."
The old master smiled and said: "I'm not very good at things like eldership. When I took my disciples to study the world, I met a fisherman and couldn't cross the river by boat. Looking back, I was still very energetic at that time, not
Delighted by the great road."
Chen Lingjun bravely said: "My master took Baoping and the others on a study tour in the Sui Dynasty. They had mountains and water all the way. My master and the woodcutter knocked on the door to stay overnight. It was quite smooth."
The old master asked: "Jing Qing, you have been practicing Taoism with Chen Ping'an for many years. You have a lot of books on the mountain, but you have never read Master Lu's Fisherman's Chapter. You don't know the origin of the idea of ​​fighting in separate courts. You once scolded me, 'Master, you still have an arrogant look.'
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Chen Lingjun looked embarrassed and said: "I have finished reading the books for my master. I only know how to practice diligently every day in Luopo Mountain, so I haven't paid attention to it for the time being."
The old master smiled and said: "I still need to read more, so that I can pick up the conversation when chatting with others."
Chen Lingjun pecked at the rice, nodded vigorously and said: "From now on, I will definitely read and practice at the same time."
Every time I go down the mountain for a stroll, I often go to the Confucian Temple in Huaihuang County to offer incense and kowtow to the Holy Master!
Chen Lingjun hesitated for a moment and asked curiously: "Can I ask the Buddha about his Dharma?"
The implication is that I want to ask you whether the old man can beat the Buddha.
The old master stroked his beard and smiled and said: "You can condense the entire world into a speck of dust, and you can pick up a flower to transform the world of mountains and rivers. What do you think of Buddhism?"
Chen Lingjun sighed, and without stopping, he subconsciously patted the old master's sleeve. It's okay. Fighting is a bad thing, so it's better to fight less.
The old master didn't take this seriously and asked casually: "I've been here for a long time. Is there anyone you don't like?"
Chen Lingjun retracted his hand angrily, and simply imitated his master's practice of covering his sleeves with his hands, so as not to behave similarly rudely again. After thinking about it, he didn't really hate anyone. It was just that when the Holy Master asked, he had to give an answer, so he chose
A relatively unpleasant guy appeared, "Ma Kuxuan from Xinghua Lane is not particular about what he does and is far worse than my master."
The old master naturally knew about Zhenwu Mountain Ma Kuxuan, but he did not say whether this young man was good or bad. He just smiled and revealed the secret to Chen Lingjun, giving the inside story of an old incident: "Over there in the wild world, the puppets were driven to move
The old blind man from Shiwanda Mountain was once very disappointed with us, so he took out a pair of eyeballs and threw them into Haoran Tianxia and Qingming Tianxia respectively, saying that he would watch with his own eyes each of us become the same as the gods we once were.
That kind of existence. Of these two eyeballs, one was taken to the Lotus Flower Blessed Land by the old temple master and given to the Shaohuo Taoist boy. The rest stayed with Ma Kuxuan. Old Man Yang stayed with Ma Kuxuan in his early years.
It’s not a small bet.”
The old master said with emotion: "At that time, the old blind man only said that he was the best in appearance. Chen Qing was far worse than him, but both of them were stubborn, stubborn and bad-tempered."
As he was talking in a hurry, Chen Lingjun remembered something, "Actually, there are still some people I hate, but there is nothing to say. I am an unreasonable womanizer, and I, as a grown man, can't do anything to her. She is the one who is unjustly accused."
Pei Qian killed the woman who killed Bai Goose and insisted on paying her. Pei Qian finally paid for it. At that time, Pei Qian was actually quite sad. But at that time, the master was traveling and was not at home, so he could only hold it in.
In fact, when Pei Qian just went to school, he would go back and forth on the way to and from class. He really liked to chase away white geese, but every time he would let Xiao Mi Li carry some rice bran corn in his pocket. After the trouble, Pei Qian would give it a big hand.
She waved and immediately threw a handful of millet grains in the alley as a reward to those she called defeated."
The old master nodded, "I want to be sad."
In the earliest glorious era when a hundred schools of thought contended, the Mohist school was the most prominent school in the world. In addition, there was the Yang-Zhu school, which became unknown in later generations.
"Then there was an important turning point that later generations didn't pay much attention to, that is, Yasheng asked the ceremonial saint to return to the Confucian Temple in China from the outer world to discuss the matter. In the end, the Confucian Temple's performance was to suppress the Yang Zhu School and not let the entire world follow the path.
This school of learning moved forward, and then came the rise of the Lesser Sage, who accompanied him in the Confucian Temple, and then the Wen Sage, who proposed that human nature is inherently evil.
In fact, many of the founders of various schools of thought were very critical of this, believing that the sages were worried about their own Tao, "etiquette and rules," and that they were incompatible with the "individual freedom" advocated by the Yang Zhu School.
Conflict, they felt that there was indeed an invisible battle between the order of the world and individual freedom. Therefore, many people believed that Li Sheng agreed to Ya Sheng's proposal out of selfish motives.
The Lisheng, who has never been a big fan of drinking, rarely took the initiative to seek out the Holy Master for a drink that time. However, when he was drinking, the Lisheng didn't say anything and just drank.
Of course the old master knows the reason. It is not that the Yang Zhu School, which advocates "everyone for himself, as a matter of course", is not good. If it were not good, it would not become a famous school in the world. It talks about life and death very openly and thoroughly, and talks about valuing oneself. It is even more unique and extremely unique.
It is novel and the tenet of "Don't be burdened by things and don't hurt foreign things" is also excellent. It's not that this school of knowledge is close to Taoism, it's just that this line of knowledge will one day spread like a river pouring into the world.
If it becomes the way of the world, it will make all the people walking on this road, all of them, become more and more extreme. This involves a more hidden dispute between human heart and divinity.
The old master asked: "Jingqing, what does your master think of the Yang Zhu School?"
Chen Lingjun thought for a while and replied honestly: "My master has never mentioned it, but I heard the big white goose say that it is a kind of chaotic refinement, which is not good. It is harmless and beneficial for a group of people to study this way."
In the world, if everyone is like this, they will all be short-lived."
If it weren't for Cui Dongshan's nonsense, Chen Lingjun would have never heard of the Yang Zhu School.
Chen Lingjun has always felt that Dabai Goose is a drunkard, the kind of person who can talk drunkenly even if he doesn't drink.
The two of them walked along the Longxu River. Along the way, the Holy Master knew everything about him. Chen Lingjun walked a little unsteadily, "The Holy Master, you have talked so much with me today. You must feel that
I am something that can be made, right?"
The old master smiled and said: "What's the truth?"
Chen Lingjun said with a sincere look on his face, "You are so busy, but you are willing to chat with me all the way."
The old master answered the question: "Every person you were yesterday is our biggest supporter today."
"Jingqing, why do you like drinking?"
"Ah? Do you need a reason to like drinking?"
"Right."
"Holy Master, can I ask you a question?"
"sure."
"What kind of person are you most afraid of at the wine table?"
"He's the kind of guy who gets drunk on his face."
Oh wow, it really can't stop the Holy Master! These words immediately hit my heart.
Chen Lingjun continued to ask tentatively: "Which sentence bothers you the most?"
"It's because you're saying that drinking alcohol will harm your character. I'll do whatever you want with me."
Oh, oh, oh, oh, the knowledge of the sage master is indeed remarkable. Chen Lingjun admired it from the bottom of his heart and grinned: "I didn't expect that you, old man, are still experienced."
"Jingqing, let me ask you, what do you think is poor?
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"All money but no knowledge?"
The old master glanced at the kid in green clothes beside him who started to swing his sleeves.
Chen Lingjun immediately put his hands on his sleeves again and changed his words: "You are a cruel and evil person who is rich and unkind?"
The old master smiled and said, "Just tell me what's on your mind."
Chen Lingjun breathed a sigh of relief, and was exhausted from thinking about it, "That means you have no money in your pocket, you are too poor to afford a wife, you are a bachelor, you have to find people to buy wine on credit, but no one is willing to lend you money, you are too poor to save face, and this
To save face, you have to hide and hide, as if you can't see the light, and then snap, and in the end, the little face you have left is trampled to pieces by someone casually one day, and you can only wait until everyone has dispersed and others have finished watching.
To be continued...