Chapter 739: The confused Taoist, the crazy scholar
In a rare brief moment of clarity, the middle-aged Taoist looked at the sea with a strange expression. For a moment, he popped out a snow-white lotus with his fingers. After it bloomed on his fingertips, it floated forward.
Finally fell on the sea.
The lotus slowly grew bigger, and finally it could accommodate a person standing on it.
The middle-aged Taoist came to the seaside and looked at the lotus that was about to float away from the seaside. After thinking about it, he did not step into it. Instead, he watched the lotus leave the seaside. It only drifted out for a few feet before the sea surface started churning, and a giant beast emerged from the seaside.
Jump out of the sea and swallow the lotus flower in one gulp.
The middle-aged Taoist didn't change his expression, and looked at the deep-sea monster that soon had only its dorsal fin left, and didn't seem to be surprised at all.
In fact, except for the giant beast that jumped out of the sea, except that it had not transformed, it was no different from a Wangyou.
And there are countless such giant beasts in this sea.
I'm afraid that just by taking out these giant beasts, there will be many more than all the big monsters in the northern monster clan combined. But they have never transformed, and they have not opened their spiritual intelligence. Even if they have a state of forgetfulness, they still have to deal with them.
, it’s actually not too difficult.
Perhaps this is the fate of heaven and earth, which will never allow anything to be born perfect, but will definitely create flaws.
The middle-aged Taoist couldn't help but think that there were a few missing words in "dao".
The road is long, and almost all monks are pursuing the word perfection, but after so many years, no one can tell whether they have truly achieved perfection.
Withdrawing his gaze, the middle-aged Taoist looked down at a line of footprints on the beach. Without speaking, he turned around and walked towards the depths of the island.
Soon he passed through a dense forest and came to a cliff. There was a tree vine hanging in front of the cliff. The tree vine hung in front of the cliff, with some green traces.
It seems to have been a long time coming.
The middle-aged Taoist stretched out his hand to grab the ivy and began to climb up. After an unknown amount of time, he lowered his head and could no longer see the ground, and was surrounded by white clouds.
The middle-aged Taoist just continued to climb. After an unknown amount of time, a cave appeared in front of him, right between the cliffs.
The middle-aged Taoist climbed in. There was a rotten futon at the door of the cave, and in the corner not far away, there was a white skeleton.
However, although the white bones had been there for an unknown period of time, the whole body had been transformed into jade, as if it were made of white jade. Even in the corners, there was a faint light.
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Just looking at the state of the bones, one can tell that the person in front of the bones must be a very great monk.
At least it should be the end of forgetfulness.
The middle-aged Taoist priest sat cross-legged on a tattered futon, then took out a tattered notebook from under the futon, opened it halfway, and began to carefully study the contents.
This is a spiritual practice handbook of a predecessor, but I don’t know how many years have passed, and I don’t know where that predecessor came from. The handbook only contains the practice difficulties he encountered and his thoughts on the Tao.
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All these things have benefited the middle-aged Taoist a lot.
Some cognitions, even ones he had never had before, were extremely novel cognitions.
It is precisely because of this understanding that he has a lot of confusion, sometimes sober and sometimes confused.
Looking at the note in his hand, the middle-aged Taoist was silent for a long time, then slowly raised his head and looked in front of him. The outside of the cave was obscured by flowing clouds, making it difficult to see clearly.
The middle-aged Taoist's eyes were deep, and the aura on his body gradually became mysterious. It was an aura between Wangyou and Wangyou. It was very complicated and could not be explained clearly.
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New Liuzhou and Manchuria are all martial arts.
The Daliang Dynasty already had a strong martial arts culture, and in this dynasty, it became even more popular. Among the nine states in Daliang, Bailu Prefecture ranked first in terms of reading culture, Huanglong Prefecture had the best swordsmanship, and Qingshan Prefecture had the most monks.
When it comes to New Liuzhou, there is no place in the entire Daliang that can compare with the martial arts of this state. New Liuzhou borders Mobei, and the Great Wall of the North is on its border, so most of the border soldiers are recruited from here.
, accumulated from generation to generation, the number of civilians killed in the northern border in New Liuzhou exceeded 500,000. In this large state, almost every fifth household has a civilian who has joined the army.
After almost every war in the north, countless families in the new Liuzhou would hang up white lanterns.
In such an atmosphere, the people of New Liuzhou are more willing to let their children learn martial arts to avenge their elders, rather than studying literature to gain fame.
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Shuzhen is located in the north of New Liuzhou, only a few hundred miles away from the northern border city.
In the beginning, this town had about a thousand households and tens of thousands of people. However, after several wars, the population here has dropped sharply to more than a hundred households. It is not that the people in the town have moved away, it is just because of the war.
At the beginning, there were many people joining the army, and those who went to the frontier army found it difficult to return, so naturally there were fewer and fewer people.
There used to be a medium-sized school in the east of the town. In previous years, there was a teacher here who taught some elementary school content to children. However, as there were fewer and fewer children in the town, the teacher in the town could not accept students, nor could he teach them.
Don't go far away to make a living elsewhere.
In the following years, the school was almost abandoned. Until a few years ago, a young scholar traveled here and couldn't bear it. So he repaired the school and reopened it. However, not many children could study in this school.
, only a pitiful dozen or so people.
Fortunately, the imperial court has taken good care of the new Liuzhou since His Majesty the Emperor ascended the throne. Not only is there no tuition fee for attending the school, but even the teachers are funded by the prefecture and county every month, so the young teachers did not starve to death.
, just living in poverty.
Watching these dozen children can be considered as a way to enjoy the hardships. ??
The young teacher's surname is Su, and he is an authentic surname from Shendu, but he is not from a wealthy family, but an ordinary citizen. In his early years, he failed to apply for the academy, so he went to school for a few years and took the imperial examination.
Although he did not fall out of fame, his ranking was extremely low. In the end, he had the opportunity to be a county official, but in the end he refused the court's arrangement and finally chose to travel around the world. He originally planned to visit the entire Daliang territory and write a book.
Travel notes, but just after arriving at this place, I can no longer move my legs.
Mr. Su has often wondered over the years when he will be able to fulfill his lifelong dream, but every time he has this idea and takes a look at those children, he persuades himself to wait a little longer.
However, guarding this school alone, Mr. Su sometimes felt a little lonely.
Until not long ago, a madman came to the town.
The lunatic came from the south and came to Baishu Town. He looked at the rows of white trees by the river and began to wonder whether the white trees were white or not. Are white trees always white when they are born?
The white tree is a unique tree species in the north
, the legend came from the Demon Realm. It is very special. Although the trunk is the same as a normal tree, the leaves are as white as snow.
Mr. Su didn't take this matter seriously at first, but then the lunatic wandered around Baishu Town, stopping and walking, and finally fainted by the river due to hunger. Mr. Su couldn't stand it, so he took him back to the school and found his own clothes.
When I put it on for someone else, I saw that he actually looked like a scholar.
It's just that the man has gone crazy. He either stays under the eaves chattering all day long, saying things that Mr. Su can't understand at all, or he doesn't speak for several days, looking into the distance alone, silent, and bursting into tears at every turn.
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Mr. Su thought that this lunatic might have had some unacceptable experiences, and occasionally looked at him and sighed, feeling sorry for the things he didn't know.
The two have been getting along for less than half a year, but Mr. Su still doesn't know the other person's name and has no way to contact his relatives. He even asked a doctor in the town to help him see a doctor. He drank medicine for half a year and had seven or eight needles.
Times, still no improvement.
Every time Mr. Su asked the doctor about it, the doctor shook his head.
There is nothing Mr. Su can do. He is a soft-hearted person, so he can't drive people away.
So I had to live like this, day after day.
Another day, Mr. Su finished his lecture and watched the children leave. Then he walked out and looked at the madman who never spoke but just looked into the distance. Then he dragged a bench and sat down not far from him.
moan and groan.
In the middle of today's lecture, Mr. Su couldn't help but remember that he wanted to write a travelogue, and he became a little distracted. There was a sage who said something wrong.
I thought I would correct it in class tomorrow.
Thinking about this, Mr. Su suddenly saw the newspaper at the entrance of the school. It was sent everywhere by the state and county. Usually it was only sent to the magistrate of the county government, but the county government knew that it was concerned about these things, so it
Leave a copy for him.
But in this remote country, when I saw the Di newspaper, I didn’t know it was only a few months ago.
So Mr. Su can only use it to relieve his boredom.
Picking up the Di newspaper and reading it for a few times, Mr. Su raised his eyebrows. This time, there was something of interest to him in the Di newspaper.
