Listening to the heartfelt words of the boy in green, the middle-aged monk took the lead and said, "Then let's take a look."
The old master smiled and said: "I think this is very kind. We have waited for more than ten thousand years, so why rush for a moment."
Daozu nodded and smiled at the green bull: "Since there is nothing to do for the time being, you can just stroll around and remember not to cross the line. Also, be more generous. Don't hold grudges about what happened today. Being too petty is not a good thing for cultivation and a human being."
Otherwise."
Qing Niu no longer had the suppression of the Taoist path, and suddenly appeared in human form. He was a tall old Taoist with a slim appearance, a dignified demeanor, and extremely majestic appearance.
He is the old master of the Donghai Taoist Temple and the deserving God of the Ouhua Blessed Land. Since the Ouhua Blessed Land is connected to the Lotus Cave, he would often compete with the Taoist ancestors to compete in Taoism.
The old temple master is also the master behind the creation of Zhu Lian, Sui Youyou and the other four people in the inner scroll. He is also recognized as one of the most powerful Fourteenth Realm monks in the world.
The most senior and oldest being in the world, he is of the same generation as the great ancestors of Tuoyue Mountain, Bai Ze and Chu Sheng.
Putting aside age, just talking about the "Dao Ling" who has practiced for many years, Liu Shiliu, who is from the literary sage lineage, and Zhang Lu, who hides his identity on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, are both considered juniors.
Every time the old temple master goes on a long journey, it is like a poem about traveling to immortals.
What's more, in those ancient times, in the Bixiao Cave next to Luobao Beach, one was invincible when he came out of the cave, and he could spare others but not others.
It wasn't until it met a young human monk that it became a mount. Later, there was a saying in the world of "stinky cow-nosed old man".
Chen Lingjun raised his head slightly and glanced at it from the corner of his eye. Compared with Brother Jia in Qilong Lane, he was indeed more celestial.
If the old Taoist had shown such an appearance from the beginning, Chen Lingjun would probably have mistaken the bull-riding Taoist ancestor for the fire-burning boy beside the old immortal, who usually did chores such as looking after the alchemy furnace and shaking the cattail leaf fan.
The old viewer glanced at the child in green who was still sitting on the ground, a bold little reptile.
Chen Lingjun immediately lowered his head, moved his buttocks, turned his head and looked away. I can't see you, and you can't see me.
The old temple master smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist Jingqing, you have picked up all the face your master lost in Ouhua Blessed Land."
Chen Lingjun didn't even raise his head. He lowered his head and said dullly: "He who doesn't know is not guilty. If the old god cares about such a trivial matter with me, he won't be so righteous."
That's what he said, but if it weren't for the presence of the founder of the Three Religions, Chen Lingjun would have been busy polishing the old god's shoes and tapping his legs. As for rubbing his shoulders and tapping his back, forget it. He has too much ambition and lack of energy. The height difference between the two sides is really serious.
It's out of reach. If you want to jump up and tap someone on the shoulder, I never do such a thing.
The old temple master chuckled, and then his figure disappeared. As Taozu said, he went to wander elsewhere, and even Piyun Mountain and Wei Bo couldn't detect the slightest ripple.
There are too many hidden lines and connections in the town, intermittent, some have been completely cut off, and some are still disconnected and complicated. The old observer is actually quite happy about this. Outlining one thing is his way. If you can observe the Tao in this way,
You will definitely benefit a lot.
The Taoist ancestors came from the east, and riding a bull through the gate was like passing a border. Invisibly, it gave the old Lizhu Cave sky a purple air coming from the east. It was just a Taoist atmosphere, but it was not obvious for the time being, and it would slowly come to light in the future.
There is no need to act deliberately, wherever Daozu walks casually, that's where the great road lies.
This is still in the world of Haoran. If it were in the world of Qingming, all the auspicious phenomena would be even more exaggerated.
Taoism is natural, and Taoist ancestors did not deliberately hide this kind of scene. He was just a guest of Haoran, and because of the rules set by the sage, he kept it a little bit.
Daozu walked towards Yang's shop, intending to sit on the bench under the eaves of the backyard.
The middle-aged monk went to the Long Kiln, where Old Man Yao served as the master master.
Only the Holy Master was left standing next to Chen Lingjun. The old master joked: "Is it because your back hurts when you sit and talk, so you don't want to get up?"
Chen Lingjun just stood up, his hands and feet were weak, he sat back on the ground, and said awkwardly: "If I go back to the Holy Master, I can't stand up."
The old master smiled and said: "Have you become so timid? Before I appeared, I was not very upright."
Chen Lingjun said in embarrassment: "You are just fooling around and doing countless things. You are ignorant, so don't blame me."
The old master smiled and said: "The spirit of a monk is all in his eyes. When you climb a mountain to gain enlightenment, you are not a human being, but only in your mind."
Chen Lingjun was filled with emotion. The knowledge of the most holy master was so great that it was mysterious.
The old master asked: "Jingqing, can you take me to Mu Bottle Alley?"
When Chen Lingjun heard that it was the Mud Bottle Alley, he immediately jumped up and said, "What's the problem!"
The old master asked in confusion: "Hey, where did you get the strength now?"
Chen Lingjun scratched his head. Nan Yan said: "I don't know what's going on. When it comes to my master, I am not afraid of anything."
The old master hummed and said: "Everyone probably has his or her own backbone, which walks in the complicated world and helps us fight against the whole world. If we lose, it will be suffering. If we win, we will be stable."
While the other two were walking away, Chen Lingjun asked tentatively: "How many more times should I kowtow to the Holy Master?"
The old master waved his hand and said with a smile: "No need, it's annoying to hear too many kowtows."
Chen Lingjun asked cautiously: "Holy Master, why doesn't Lord Wei Shan know that you have arrived in the town?"
The boy in Tsing Yi quickly added, "Wei Shanjun knows etiquette very well. If there is really something wrong, Wei Bo will definitely take the initiative to come to see you."
Personal grudges and the rules of the world are two different things.
How Wei Bo treats him depends on how Wei Bo treats Luo Luo Shan. Besides, Wei Bo treats him well.
The old master smiled and said: "Because the visit to the small town is not in the context that Daozu wants people to know. Since Daozu intends this, of course Wei Bo can't see the three of us."
Chen Lingjun was full of admiration, "The Taoism of Taoist ancestors is so high."
The old master smiled and said: "Not only is Taoism high, but I was also scared if we really had to fight before."
Chen Lingjun showed his true feelings and lost all scruples. He laughed loudly and said: "You don't lose the battle if you lose. I understand the principle..."
But the more he spoke, the softer his voice became. His usual bad habit of talking too much broke out again. Chen Lingjun finally changed his words angrily: "I know a lot about hammers. The Holy Master has a lot of them, so just treat me as if I didn't say anything."
The old master didn't take it seriously.
During this period, the two of them passed by the shop in Qilong Lane. Chen Lingjun didn't look sideways. How dare he casually introduce the Holy Master to Brother Jia. The old master turned his head and looked at the New Year's Shop and the Caotou Shop, "Looking at the business.
not bad."
Chen Lingjun nodded, "It's a small business, the price is fair, and the flow is long. In fact, you can't make much money. But my master handles so much fairy money, but he is very concerned about the profit and loss of this small amount of silver and copper coins. He often goes down the mountain to come here to check the accounts in person.
It’s not that I can’t trust Shopkeeper Shi and Brother Jia as the auditors, they seem to be very happy just looking at the surplus on the account books.”
The old master nodded and said: "This is a good habit. If you earn a small amount of money and keep a large amount of money, you will have surplus every year. The more you save, the richer your family's wealth will become, and the situation will get better and better every year."
Chen Lingjun couldn't stop sighing. He looked up at the old master and said sincerely: "The words of the Holy Master are so sincere that even I can understand them."
The old master seemed to have something in mind and said with a smile: "From the time of the Fifth and Sixth Patriarchs of Zen Buddhism, the Dharma was opened without considering the roots. In fact, Buddhism began to speak very plainly, and it emphasized that one is the mind, which is the Buddha. Don't look outside. It's a pity.
After that, it gradually became more lofty and obscure, with countless Buddhist verses and sharp wits, and the common people could no longer understand them. During this period, Buddhism had a "breaking talk" that went further than not establishing writing, and many eminent monks directly said that they were not happy with it.
When talking about Buddhism and Dharma, if we don’t talk about knowledge and just talk about the propagation of Dharma lineage, it would be a bit similar to our Confucian idea of ‘destroying human desires’.”
Chen Lingjun was confused and did not dare to say more. Fortunately, the old master did not seem to want to talk more about this matter.
The two of them climbed up the stairs of Qilong Lane together. The old master asked: "Does this alley have a name?"
Chen Lingjun nodded vigorously, "Yes, it's called Qilong Alley. It's higher up, at the top of the alley, and we locals are used to calling it Huo Lu Jian."
The old master nodded, "Sure enough, there are secrets hidden everywhere."
Before Lu Chen left his hometown, he used to roam freely in the vast world. He also called the dragon to plow the clouds and plant yao grass, and followed the Lord Yun Zhong in the wind and rain.
The old master reached the top of the steps, turned around and looked at the steps, and asked: "Jingqing, where is your place of enlightenment?"
Chen Lingjun looked shocked and asked in confusion: "The Holy Master has so much knowledge, but there are still things he doesn't know?"
The old master smiled and said, "It's not that we can't know, and it's not that we don't want to know. It's just that the few of us need to exercise restraint, otherwise the people, things, and all things in our own world will be transformed by us very quickly."
"That's why Taoist ancestors often stay in the small lotus cave. Even in the white jade capital, they are reluctant to move around. They are worried that once the 'one' passes halfway, everything will begin to return to oneness, involuntarily and irreversibly. First, the ordinary people at the foot of the mountain will
, then the monks on the mountain, and finally it is the turn of the upper five realms. Maybe in the end, there will only be a group of fourteenth realm monks left in the entire Qingming world. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the world are all dojos, and there is no place for ordinary people to stand."
"This was a riverside meeting that year, a ten-thousand-year agreement that has been agreed upon for a long time. Daozu needs to be responsible for finding a way to solve it. This was what he was most worried about from the beginning."
"Of course Taoist ancestors' Taoism is very high. It is only natural that those who are capable work harder."
Chen Lingjun felt bitter after hearing this and was so panicked that he murmured: "Holy Master, why are you telling me this?"
The old master smiled and said: "I just heard people say it, you just don't say it yourself, not to mention it is difficult for you to say these things now. Jingqing, why don't we make a bet and see if we can say the word 'Taozu' now? We met today
If you can tell others about the three of us, you will win. By the way, I’ll give you a reminder.
, the only way to crack it is not to write it down, but to understand it but not express it in words."
Chen Lingjun thought in his mind, but just when he was about to say something, for example, when he thought about how to brag to Brother Jia, he started to feel dizzy. This happened several times. Chen Lingjun shook his head and simply stopped thinking about it.
Wuyishi said: "The place where I practice Taoism is Yujiang in Huang Tingguo."
The old master exclaimed, "Huang Ting Sutra, that is a great Taoist sutra. I heard that reciting this sutra can refine one's mind, and those who have attained Taoism will be able to carry it with them over time. There are thousands of techniques. If you study it carefully, you will find that they are all
Similar paths, such as the way of thinking for Taoists, is to plant rice in the heart. For Qi practitioners, refining Qi is to cultivate. Every breakthrough is a spring planting and autumn harvest in a year. The ten realms of pure martial arts
The first level, the wonder of abundant Qi, is the same way. Qi swallows mountains and rivers, turns them into one's own use, seeing becomes reality, and then returns to emptiness, gathers together, and becomes one's own territory."
"So Taoism advocates emptiness of oneself, Confucianism says that a gentleman has no weapons, and Buddhism talks about emptiness, and all appearances are non-existent."
Listening to these painful words, the hair on the Tsing Yi boy's forehead became strands due to the sweat on his head. It was very funny. The more he thought about it, the more he became afraid.
Chen Lingjun spread his hands, covered with sweat, and said pitifully with a wrinkled face: "Holy Master, I'm very nervous right now. I can't remember what your old man said. Can you wait until my master comes home and talk to him?
Go, my master has a good memory, he likes to learn things, and he learns everything quickly. If you talk to him, he will definitely understand everything, and he can also draw inferences from one example to another."
The old master did not comment, smiled, and changed the subject, "Your master's husband, that is, the literary sage and old scholar, did you ever say anything knowledgeable about the word 'roy'?"
Chen Lingjun looked blank and confused.
Mr. Wen Sheng is my master's husband, not my uncle Jing Qing's husband. It's a bit unscrupulous for you, the most holy master, to take the exam in such a mysterious way. It really goes against the rules of the world.
Forget it, the Holy Master is not just a gangster.
Alas, if you were here, sir, you would be able to understand whatever the Holy Master said. Is it possible that I really need to read more books in the future? There are quite a few books on the mountain. The old cook is there, hehe...
Damn it, the Holy Master was standing next to him. He was looking for death. Chen Lingjun just slapped him in the face. Damn it, he hit hard. He was so angry that his Dantian was filled with anger and his face was sullen.
The old master smiled and said, "You don't have to be so formal. You have good food and sex."
"A person has many desires due to his nature, which will of course make people make many mistakes, but every time we recognize, admit and correct our mistakes, we are adding bricks to the feet of this world and adding tiles to the heights of the adverse travel house. In fact,
It's a good thing. As Taozu said, even he is a passer-by in the world. This is a true statement, but everyone can make things smoother for future generations and do something within their ability, which can benefit both others and ourselves.
, why not. Of course, if there are people who only pursue the pure freedom in their own hearts, it is also a kind of freedom that is understandable."
The old master smiled and gave the answer: "It's in the "Da Luo Pian" that it is said that the emperor controls the royal palace, the princes control the tea ceremony, and the great officials serve the royal family. The earlier saying is that the emperor and the sacrifice are also. Even earlier, there is also a saying from the old Huangli.
, the sage migrated to the four evils, scattered across the heaven and earth, to ward off the evil spirits."
The Holy Master patted the boy in green on the head and said with a smile: "The green snake is in the box."
When we arrived at Mubo Alley, Chen Lingjun still led the way. He first helped introduce the renovated ancestral house of the Cao family, and then walked towards the two adjacent houses of Chen Ping'an and Song Jixin. The old master walked slowly and took a slight detour.
He stopped and looked at the place at his feet, where the kiln workers had buried the rouge box.
The water god makes fire.
Qingtong Tianjun is indeed difficult to deal with.
This Rain Master was the second highest-ranking deity in the Water Department in ancient heaven, second only to the Water God Li Liu.
Old man Yang from the drug store had erased all traces of the "sandao", and this "sandao" was very measured. It was not the kind of thing that was thrown at Chen Ping'an, but more like it was planted in the heart of the boy in Mubo Alley.
A seed, and gradually a flower blooms.
The ancient gods of the old heaven were not divided into men and women in the eyes of later generations. If we must give a relatively precise definition, it is the difference between yin and yang that was transformed from the great road proposed by Taozu.
In the heavy rain, a skinny boy blocked a gorgeously dressed peer in this alley and grabbed him by the neck.
The straw-shoe boy once caught a small loach and casually gave it to a little slug, who kept it in a water tank.
Of course, there is also the kiln worker's buried rouge box here.
Song Jixin squatted on the wall to watch the excitement, and Chen Pingan spoke up to save Liu Xianyang.
During their long trip to Sui Academy together, and after getting along day and night, Li Huai felt that deep down in his heart, Chen Ping'an was the closest and most recognized to him.
Countless similar "little things" hide extremely obscure and profound changes in people's hearts and divine transformations.
It is not only Chen Pingan's silent gain, but also the loss of Chen Pingan's own divinity. This is the power of Old Man Yang's handiwork.
Every time he affirms others, Chen Pingan will lose a part of his divinity, but every time he affirms himself after denying himself, he can quietly eat up part of the divinity accumulated in him.
Moreover, Li Baoping's innocent heart and all his wild thoughts and ideas are also a kind of "reunification" to a certain extent. Ma Kuxuan's wanton behavior is not pure. Li Huai's great blessings are all over the sky.
, Lin Shouyi is almost innately familiar with the "Shouyi" method, Liu Xianyang is extremely talented, can learn everything very quickly, and has a level of skill that is far beyond ordinary people, Song Jixin uses dragon energy as the starting point for cultivating Taoism, Zhigui
It is expected to be reborn and make further progress after restoring the true dragon posture. Xie Ling's Taoist lineage of Taoye Lane is the road to heaven.
Sex overlooks the world, constantly gathering and fragmenting human nature...
All the young people in the town are trying to hide each other's eyes.
In this silent struggle to cross the path of heaven, everyone originally had the hope of becoming that one.
The old master raised his arm and held it on his head.
There is a god three feet above the head.
The ancient gods created the human race, and the water they drank came from the long river of time. After that, the earth was gathered into shapes, and human beings had the crudest form and spirit.
Earlier, Daozu and Chen Lingjun were chatting and casually mentioned the interdependence of mountains and rivers. After all, what they were talking about was the foundation of human beings. The vast mountains and rivers are like this, and so are people.
Therefore, Cui Dongshan once said that the founders of the three religions were harmonious and never quarreled over the issue of the great road and the water.
Fire refining is the art of refining, and the refining objects are part of the pure divinity gifted to human beings by the gods. This is the method of fire refining.
Therefore, on earth, human beings who are both born with divinity but also lack complete divinity have seven emotions and six desires, and all kinds of complex psyches.
What monks call "golden branches and jade leaves" is to use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as branches and leaves, which are wood.
This is the earliest Five Elements of Heaven and Earth.
And where does the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that is suitable for spiritual people to practice and attain enlightenment come from? It is the afterglow of the heavenly way that has not been completely integrated into the long river of time after the corpses of many gods have dissipated.
This determines why the human race is the most blessed of all spirits in the world, and why the demon race must give up its innate physical strength and forge a human form if it wants to practice cultivation and climb high.
The Patriarch of the Three Religions had an agreement with Old Man Yang. As long as the latter abides by his oath, the Patriarch of the Three Religions would not look at this place.
It's just that the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism and Soldiers, the saints of the past dynasties, will be responsible for keeping an eye on the Ascension Platform and the Sword Suppression Tower here. After watching them for so many years, they finally got the Tao.
Moreover, Old Man Yang actually never breached the contract in the end.
The old master smiled, and he was right. You can only be a thief for a thousand days, but there is no way to prevent a thief for a thousand days. But the most fundamental reason is that the final choice of Qingtong Tianjun is too clever, and there are too many deceivers. The most important thing is,
Or Old Man Yang didn't choose Chen Ping'an from the beginning, but kept betting and adding chips little by little. This kind of behavior was too inconspicuous in Old Man Yang's life of being in prison for thousands of years. The younger generation of the town,
Which of the children, Song Jixin, Zhao Yao and Gu Can, did not receive one or even several oblique gifts back then? As for Chen Ping'an, Old Yang's bet was actually very "stingy", as if he was only counting the numbers.
At this critical node that is not easy to detect, just add a little oil, and a light will always be swaying in the wind and rain, but it will never go out.
For example, a five-year-old child must go up the mountain to collect medicine in order to exchange money from the medicine shop, and then buy the medicine and go home before cooking it.
"Unshakable exchange of equal value" is a principle that many adults and many monks on the mountain may never understand in their entire lives.
Another example is when Chen Ping'an was "crossing the river" when he was young. Someone needed to pull him to prevent the child from jumping into the flood, and Old Man Yang showed up.
The old master looked at the end of the alley and squinted. Well, as expected, the child wandered in the alley from dusk to night. Finally, the child waited until someone opened the door. It was the kindness of the woman herself.
It was Old Man Yang's intentional pulling... No, it wasn't Qingtong Tianjun! The old master took a step forward, stood sideways against the wall, put one hand behind his back, put two fingers of the other hand together, and gently twisted the dotted line.
Is he the reincarnation of Medicine Buddha, Old Man Yao?
"Human nature is a prison given to mankind by the gods."
"Freedom is a punishment."
Buddhism talks about self-nature, emphasizing that the heart is the Buddha. It is to hope that people can use great perseverance, great enlightenment and great compassion to slightly change the trajectory on the mountain top that originally leads to complete and pure divinity, and walk out a new path.
the way.
The old master turned his head, like a hungry child standing in the alley. He was thin and skinny. He heard the sound of opening the door first. The child seemed to be in disbelief. He ran a few steps, stopped again, and then saw the dim field.
Light suddenly poured out from the gate into the alley. I blinked my eyes and finally stared blankly at the woman who opened the door.
Hope in despair is often like this. When it first arrives, it is not joy, but disbelief.
The child's eyes gradually glowed with brilliance, as bright as a pair of eyes containing the sun and the moon.
A lonely and helpless child from a back alley, at that moment
, blooming with an incomparably bright humanity.
It is hope.
And this kind of humanity and hope will support the children's growth.
The old master turned his head and looked, through a wall, at the future Shuhu Lake in the distance, and saw the accountant with a haggard face and a withered heart.
The old master looked back and sighed. Cui Yan, who was very eccentric with his swordsmanship, was he really not afraid that Chen Ping'an would kill Gu Can with one punch, or would he just walk away?
Once Chen Pingan's human connection is severed here, the consequences will be unimaginable. In the future, Chen Pingan's various travel experiences, especially the training of people's hearts as a hidden official, will make Chen Pingan's ability to cover up mistakes infinitely closer.
Because of Cui Chan's self-deception, he became unaware of his actions.
Damn you embroidered tiger, if you're not careful, Chen Ping'an might now be the one who "renovates the old to look like the old, not brand new".
The old master whispered and cursed.
Chen Lingjun always stood at his master's door. He felt more at ease here.
The old master turned around and said with a smile: "Jingqing, please wait here for a moment, I'll go somewhere and I'll be back soon."
Chen Lingjun immediately straightened his back and replied loudly: "That's your order! I won't move from here!"
There is a water god temple in Qingluan Kingdom, the Hebo Temple covering an area of more than ten acres. Fortunately, it was not affected by the war and was preserved. Today, the incense is becoming more and more prosperous.
In the corridor of the fourth entrance, the old master stood under the wall. There were inscriptions on the wall, including Pei Qian's "Heaven and Earth Combined Qi" and "Pei Qian and Master Came Here", as well as Zhu Lian's cursive calligraphy.
With dry pen and light ink, more than a hundred characters were written in one go. However, the old master focused more on the two sentences in regular script.
The old master looked up and read the words, twirling his beard and smiling.
The moon is in the sky, the moon is in the world, the moon is on my shoulders when I am studying, the moon is in my eyes when I climb high, and the bamboo basket is broken into pieces when filled with water.
The wind in the mountains, the wind by the water, the wind blowing under my feet while traveling with my sword, the wind blowing through books in the sage's study, the wind blowing the duckweeds to meet each other.
It's a love affair with no bounds, and we meet again after a broken circle.
Lu Chen was on the other side of the Sword Qi Great Wall, saying that the moon in the sky is like gathering snow, and the snow in the world is like falling into pieces. In the final analysis, it is still going back and forth one by one.
Zhu Lian's cursive inscriptions on the wall, more than a hundred words, are all unintentional words. In fact, apart from the words, regardless of the content, what is really expressed is the "gathering and scattering" of "gathering like mountains and scattering like wind and rain".
Meaning: The Zhu Lian of the past and the Lu Chen of the present can be regarded as a kind of mysterious and mysterious echo.
How could such a direct disciple of Daozu Tan, who only likes watching plays and doing nothing in peace and quiet, speak forcefully?
Lizhu Cave Sky finally created such a big commotion, and Lu Chen, who had set up a stall here for many years, added fuel to the flames, and he had to be counted as one who could not escape.
This time, I temporarily lent Chen Ping'an a Taoist teaching of the Fourteenth Level, and traveled with several sword cultivators to the hinterland of the wilderness, which made up for the loss.
The reason why Dao Zuqian was willing to take another look was that the choice Chen Pingan made as a young hermit official was crucial.
Return to Mud Bottle Alley.
The old master walked to Chen Lingjun and looked at the yellow mud wall in the yard. It can be imagined that when the owner of the house was young, he would go home from the river carrying a basket of wild vegetables. He must have often held a foxtail grass, skewered small fish, and dried them.
I don’t want to waste the dried fish at all. It’s crunchy and the whole dried fish will only be eaten by the children. They may still not be full, but they will be able to survive.
Food is the most important thing for the people.
Jiagu cloth and silk are the foundation of the people and the country.
Every household has plenty of food and clothing.
Pedestrians on the road wear warm clothes and shoes.
The old master put his hands behind his back, stood outside the door and looked inside, silent for a long time.
Chen Lingjun lay on the top of the yellow mud wall, with his feet dangling in the air, and murmured: "Holy Master, although my husband is a swordsman, a martial arts master, the mountain lord of Luopo Mountain, and the hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall,
But I know that what my husband cares most about is to be a scholar with a clear conscience. It has not been easy along the way. Truth be told, the last thing in the world to eat is to be a meal of hundreds of families, isn't it? Because I
If you don’t have a family, you have to eat food from hundreds of families. Moreover, my husband is nostalgic for the past and is the most grateful. How did the relationship with elders come about? It doesn’t just fall from the sky. It’s because my husband has been chatting with the elderly since he was a child.
So these years have been very hard. Every time I go back to my hometown, I always come here to sit for a while. It is the master who reminds me not to forget our roots. You, the master, are the ancestor of scholars, so you don’t allow others to bully him."
The old master smiled and said: "Then if you forget your roots, your master can live an easier life?"
Chen Lingjun said without hesitation: "A good person lives a safe life, and a safe life leads to a good person!"
The old master smiled and said: "This is indeed a very beautiful thing, worthy of our hope."
Chen Lingjun grinned and lay on the wall, finally able to do something for his master.
The old master seemed to be in a good mood right now. He patted the kid in green on the shoulder and said with a smile on his face, "Let's go."
Chen Lingjun let go of his hand and after landing, he wondered: "Holy Master, where are you going next? Go to the Wen Mo Temple?"
The old master smiled and said: "I have already patted Daozu on the shoulder, and there is no one left behind. From now on, when we talk about heroes at the wine table, where will your rival come from?"
Chen Lingjun was covered in sweat and waved his hands vigorously without saying a word.
Holy Master, are you cheating on me?!
The old master stretched out his hand and grabbed the boy in green by the arm, "What are you afraid of? You're no longer brave, aren't you?"
Chen Lingjun stood firm on his feet, leaned back, and almost burst into tears on the spot. He howled: "I'm not going, I really won't go! My master believes in Buddhism, and I believe in him too. He's a very sincere person. We are all in poverty."
Shanfeng’s number one purpose is to treat people with sincerity..."
If the master finds out in the future, Chen Lingjun will be beaten to death.
Luo Lo Mountain, on one side of the mountain gate, there is a table. On the other side, there is a little girl in black, carrying a golden pole on her shoulder, a green bamboo cane across her knees, a small cotton satchel slung across her body, and sitting on a small bamboo chair.
She saw an old Taoist standing next to the table. She rubbed her eyes. It was not her eyesight. The little girl leaned her hiking stick and golden pole against the bamboo chair. She immediately stood up and trotted to the tall old Taoist's side.
He stood still, raised his head and asked, "Old Taoist priest, are you thirsty? We have tea here for our guests."
The little girl added, "No charge!"
Seeing that the old Taoist didn't speak, Xiao Mili added: "Ha, tea is not famous. The tea comes from the old tea trees on our own mountain. The old cook roasted it himself. It is this year's new tea."
The old patron nodded and sat on the bench.
Compared to the small town, I felt a little less angry.
Otherwise, we have to settle this account with Chen Ping'an, and it would be beneath our status to attack that little reptile.
If the land is thin, no big things will be produced; if the water is shallow, no big fish will swim.
Before Xiao Mi Li went to make water to make tea, he opened his cotton satchel and took out a large handful of melon seeds and put them on the table. In fact, there were melon seeds in both sleeves. The little girl was showing off to outsiders.
Xiao Mili asked: "Old Taoist Master, is it enough? If it's not enough, I still have more."
The old temple master thought of that "Fellow Taoist Jingqing" again. The words had similar meanings, but they were completely different. The old temple master rarely had a smile on his face and said: "That's enough."
The little girl in black asked the old Taoist priest to wait for a moment, and she went about her business on her own.
Soon, he carried a tin can of tea leaves and a pot of boiling water, poured a bowl of tea for the old Taoist, and Xiaomi Li took his leave.
The old patron smiled and asked: "Little girl, don't you sit down for a while?"
The little girl shook her head vigorously, "No, Sister Nuanshu doesn't allow it. She said it would prevent the guests from feeling uncomfortable while drinking tea."
Xiao Mili finally reminded: "By the way, the old Taoist priest must be careful to scald the tea that has just been boiled."
The old temple owner smiled and said his sincere words, remembering the mud-legged man who broke into the Lotus Flower Blessed Land with the "Chang Qi" on his back.
All things in the world are as numerous as hairs, but my small things are as big as a fight.
The old temple master raised his tea bowl and asked with a smile: "You are the right protector of Luo Po Mountain, right?"
Just as Zhou Mili was about to turn around, he immediately nodded vigorously.
The little girl pursed her lips and smiled. She had a small face, a pair of big eyes, and two sparse yellow eyebrows. She was full of joy everywhere.
The old Taoist priest had been so open-minded, so she had already sat down without being polite.
Xiaomi Li sat on the bench, eating melon seeds by herself and not bothering the old Taoist priest to drink tea.
Unexpectedly, he discovered that the old cook had arrived at the mountain gate. Xiaomi Li clapped his hands and asked curiously: "Old cook, why are you going down the mountain today? Have you finished reading the book?"
Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Not yet, I have to watch it slowly."
Xiaomi Li turned to look at the old Taoist Priest and put his hand to his mouth, "Old Taoist Priest, the old cook is our great butler at Luo Luoshan. He is an expert at cooking! If you two get along well, you will be in luck."
The old temple master nodded, "No matter how bad a visitor comes to your door, if you give the little girl such a treat, you will be harmonious and make money. Old friends in the world will fall in love with each other."
Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Xiaomili, can you let me have a few words with this old Taoist priest alone?"
Xiaomi Li nodded obediently, opened her cotton satchel, poured some melon seeds on the table for the old cook and the old Taoist priest, sat on the bench, turned her butt, stood firm on the ground, turned around, clasped her fists, and left.
Zhu Lian and the old temple master clasped their fists and sat down, facing each other, and poured themselves a bowl of tea.
The old temple owner smiled and said: "What are you doing with Zangye? You've lost a good skin that can make the world look good."
Zhu Lian laughed it off.
When we each practice cultivation, we can see each other at the top of the mountain, still seeing the watchers at the beginning.
The old temple master asked: "When will you wake up from the dream?"
The person in front of you has to be one of the great monks who has the greatest hope of reaching the fifteenth realm after the founder of the three religions.
Zhu Lian answered the question: "Life is like a book. All the people and things we encounter are foreshadowings in the book."
The old temple master nodded and said: "So there are no coincidences. There are some coincidences that are wonderful, such as far away in the horizon but close in front of you, Chen Shiyi. Chen is one. One is Chen."