Seeing this, Chen Changsheng didn't ask any more questions.
Putting aside this topic, he immediately asked: "I wonder how many years the master has been practicing?"
"The poor Taoist has only been practicing for five years. His Taoism is at a very low level, and he still can't figure out the way."
"The Dharma should not be taught lightly, and it is extremely difficult for the master of the temple to explore it to this extent."
"Fellow Taoist is laughing at me."
In fact, Xuanchengzi did not have any immortal destiny. This is actually not difficult to identify. Practicing magic does require talent and understanding. Unfortunately, Xuanchengzi does not have it. Fortunately, his Taoist heart is perseverance, which shows that he has been in the past few years.
The hard work you put in is unparalleled.
Chen Changsheng actually came here to see if the future of Taoism in the human world lies here.
In fact, Master Zhixuan is a good candidate.
But it is a pity that he has passed away.
Chen Changsheng initially thought that it was either the contemporary temple owner, or the selected person was in Qingxian Temple.
The result is not...
Maybe in another Taoist temple?
There are countless Taoist temples, large and small, in this world. Although Qingxian Temple is the seat of Taoism, it does not necessarily mean that the general trend of Taoism will arise from Qingxian Temple.
'It's also possible that the reason for the rise of Taoism is not in the Taoist temple in the mountains...'
In the court, in the arena, maybe.
Chen Changsheng's purpose is to find this key piece.
As long as you can see clearly whether this child is the result of the monks from the Immortal Mountain in the world of immortality or the fate of Heaven, you can determine whether Heaven has really fallen into chaos. In this way, you can also plan for reincarnation in the underworld.
'But I don't know who is in charge of this worldly affairs...'
Chen Changsheng looked at Xuanchengzi, and then asked: "I wonder if the immortal who descended to earth is still here?"
Xuan Chengzi shook his head and said: "The Supreme Immortal has left long ago, and the poor Taoist is nowhere to be found. Over the years, many people have come to my Qingxian Monastery to seek immortality, but in the end they all returned without success."
"Are you really not here?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Xuanchengzi paused and said, "Why would a poor Taoist lie?"
"Chen knows it."
Chen Changsheng immediately said: "Many years ago, Chen had an old friend who was buried in this mountain. Now that he is here, I should pay my respects and not disturb the visitor."
Xuan Chengzi paused for a moment and said: "The sky is dark now, why don't you stay here for a night, fellow Taoist? To be honest, I have many questions about the Dharma in my heart, and I would like to ask my fellow Taoist for advice."
Chen Changsheng said: "The master is confused. In the final analysis, magic is just a means for monks. If monks are compared to Jianghu people, magic is like swordsmanship and sword moves. Although it is indispensable, it is really not comparable to a monk."
Do you have a heart for martial arts?"
Xuan Chengzi thought for a moment and asked: "Do fellow Taoists think that Taoist heart is more important?"
"That's not what I meant."
Chen Changsheng said: "As far as Taoism is concerned, monks in the world have different opinions. Some people think that the Dharma is more important than Taoism, and some people don't agree. But in Chen's opinion, maybe this is because people are different and the qualifications of the practitioners are mediocre.
Therefore, it is difficult to achieve the magic method, but the good thing is that if you have a heart towards the Tao, for the meditator, the Tao should be achieved, and the method is natural, so it can be achieved naturally."
"When the Tao is achieved, the law is natural..."
Xuan Chengzi was startled, seemed to feel something, and fell into concentration in an instant.
When Chen Changsheng saw this, he stopped disturbing him, walked out of the hall, and closed the viewing door.
The little Taoist priest who had guided Chen Changsheng before was waiting at the entrance of the temple.
When Chen Changsheng saw him, he said: "The master of the temple has felt something and has entered samadhi. Please ask the Taoist Master to stay here and not let anyone come in to disturb you."
The little Taoist priest was stunned for a moment and then agreed: "Ah, okay..."
Chen Changsheng immediately took steps and walked towards the other side.
The little Taoist priest came to his senses and immediately asked: "Where are you going, layman?"
"Chen went to see an old friend."
After saying that, he walked towards a trail.
The little Taoist priest wanted to catch up, but turned his head and looked at the main hall again, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.
"What can we do?"
The Taoist priest was helpless for a moment and was in a dilemma.
When he saw that the layman in green shirt had disappeared, he had no choice but to give up and obediently guard the door of the hall.
The Taoist priest didn't dare to enter, so he stood guard at the door.
"well……"
He didn't know how long he would have to stay, but if the temple owner didn't come out, he wouldn't be able to leave.
But he was also afraid that the layman would run around and be blamed if the reception was not good. He felt that something was wrong.
………
Chen Changsheng came to the tomb of Yanhuang Tower.
Since Master Zhixuan left, probably no one has come here frequently, but there are still some sacrifices and some paper money placed in front of the Yanhuang Tower tomb.
Someone came here during the Qingming Festival, maybe Wang Sanniang and Ruyi. After all, Old Man Huang had no other old friends.
Chen Changsheng took out a pot of peach blossom wine from his sleeve.
It was given by Miss Ah Qing before.
"I didn't bring any tea, just wine, so let's make do."
Chen Changsheng poured some of it in front of the tomb.
He was wondering if Old Man Huang was reincarnated, and if he was reincarnated, would he still sell tea on the street in his next life? However, Old Man Huang said that he was very energetic when he was young, and he might not recognize Chen Changsheng if he saw him again.
Speaking of which, Chen Changsheng still has a pill in his sleeve.
The one that Yanhuanglou didn’t eat at the beginning.
Chen Changsheng could actually understand why Yanhuanglou didn't take the elixir, and he even guessed it at the time. If not, how could he have put down the elixir and left in the first place.
He hoped that Yanhuanglou would take this pill because he, Chen Changsheng, really couldn't let go of such a friend, but this was selfish and he didn't want to be like this.
He, Chen Changsheng, is a contradictory person.
Sometimes I don’t understand myself either.
Chen Changsheng sighed, just stood there for a moment, and then said, "Let's go."
Probably because I think it will be too boring if I continue reading it.
After saying this, he turned around and left with the remaining wine bottle.
Before leaving, I saw two tombs next to me.
Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, then went forward to pour some wine.
One is to thank Master Zhixuan for taking care of Old Man Huang over the years, and the other is a friend of Master Zhixuan, so a little drink won't hurt anything.
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By the time Chen Changsheng returned to the small courtyard, it was already midnight.
The civet cat lying on the wall heard the footsteps and opened its eyes.
Seeing that it was Chen Changsheng who had come back, he hit him hard, jumped off the wall and came to the gate.
Chen Changsheng smelled of alcohol, as if he had drank a lot.
"It stinks!"
Li Huamao said.
Chen Changsheng coughed lightly and said, "I drank a little too much."
"Hello Chen, don't you like drinking?"
"Who told you? Chen is a drunkard."
"But Lihua didn't see you drinking along the way."
"Because there is no wine to drink on the road."
"Then why did you drink again today?"
Chen Changsheng took a sip of wine and replied, "Today is to pay homage to our former friends."
"oh……"
Li Huamao blinked and said, "But Li Huamao didn't know where you were last time. Anyway, it was the last time to pay homage to your friend, and you didn't drink at that time."
"That wine is different."
"What's the difference?"
"Chen..."
Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, and suddenly found that he could not answer.
Unknowingly, the Qiuyue Brewing that I often talked about to others and was always in my gourd could now only be used to commemorate my deceased friends.
It seemed like something suddenly changed.
Lihua blinked, looked at him and said, "Why don't you speak?"