Ye Su practiced Taoism in Zhishouguan since he was a child. Later, he traveled around the country and saw that Taoism was highly respected. He always thought that this was a natural thing and never thought that faith could be understood in this way.
He originally wanted to slap the Taoist who blasphemed his doctrine to death with one palm, but he suddenly thought that although the thin Taoist's words were unpleasant, in fact, if you think about it carefully, you really can't find any mistakes.
So he remained silent for a long time.
The sparrows under the stone steps woke up because of the depressing and quiet atmosphere between the scene. They chirped twice, flapped their wings, flew away and hid in the shadow of the autumn tree.
Ye Su woke up from silence, looked at the thin Taoist man expressionlessly and said, "Please continue to give advice."
The thin Taoist looked at him and smiled, saying, "Actually, at least 90% of the Tang people are believers of the Haotian Taoist Sect, but they are different from those in the Southern Jin and Song Dynasties. They are very impatient to participate in the missionary activities, so if
To strengthen their belief in Haotian, missionary education is not the best way."
Ye Su said: "What method should be used?"
The thin Taoist said: "People in Taoism value virtue first, so they pay attention to consistency in words and deeds. However, for missionary education, words never act. As the master of one's own view, if you can get close to neighbors on weekdays, you will have trouble when you meet neighbors.
He took the initiative to help them carry water and dry food for them, and reflected Haotian's kindness and friendship through his daily words and deeds. This is the most effective way of education for the Tang people."
Ye Su thought something.
The thin Taoist gently patted his shoulder with his empty hand and said, "Except for the lord of the gods in Xiling, few people can see the miracle of Haotian with their own eyes, and we ordinary Taoist people are Haotian.
The spokesperson of the world, ordinary people want to feel Haotian, just feel us.”
Ye Su was taught reverently and said, "It's true."
The thin Taoist sighed and said, "It has been twenty-three years since I left Xiling. Although it is not as beautiful as in other countries in Tang State, I am happy to guard this small Taoist temple. I heard that Taoists in other countries have imposed heavy taxes and temples.
The envoys sent were even more arrogant and luxurious. How could this make the world truly respect Haotian? Only the word "fear" is left. Those Taoists are not the spokespersons of Haotian, it is completely a shame to Haotian. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple."
Ye Su didn't want to discuss the matters of Haotiandao Sect in the secular world. He looked at the noodle bowl in his hand and said, "If you don't eat noodles, it will be cold."
The thin Taoist then remembered that he had a bowl of noodles in his hand, and quickly handed it to him, saying, "This is for you to eat. If you don't eat enough, how can you have the strength to teach me?"
Ye Su looked at the noodle bowl in his hand and suddenly said, "I will try your method."
A drop of rain suddenly fell into the noodle soup in the bowl.
Ye Su and the thin Taoist looked up at the sky, and saw raindrops falling from the sky.
An autumn rain fell without warning.
The sudden rain in late autumn was beyond everyone's expectations. The rain was so heavy that it was even rare. Some neighbors next to the Taoist temple thought that the rainy season had passed and the eaves had not been renovated, but suddenly they were hit by heavy rain and began to leak.
After eating the noodles, the autumn rain gradually stopped. The thin Taoist took Ye Su and Guanli two small Taoist boys to the streets and alleys and began to help the neighbors drain and repair the eaves.
Ye Su has done many things, such as a sword light shining in the world, mocking the messengers of the underworld in life, and ignoring all trivialities in the world above the clouds, but he has never cultivated the eaves that were damaged by the autumn rain, so he followed.
When the stairs climbed to the roof and started to collect and replace the black tiles, the movement seemed a bit clumsy.
But after all, he is the first person in the younger generation of the Haotian Taoist Sect. His own sister Ye Hongyu, who was ignored by him, is known as the Taoist cynical person who knows one way to understand all things in the Xiling Temple, not to mention him.
So he became more and more skillful in lifting the tiles and paddles, and his speed became faster and faster. He was responsible for cooperating with his neighbors under the wooden ladder to change from one person to four people, but he still couldn't keep up with his speed. Gradually, the street after the autumn rain was
In the alley, people subconsciously surrounded them, looking at the tiles flying by the street, watching him plastering mortar like a painting depicting mountains and rivers, and exclaiming from time to time.
Listening to the admiration and exclamations that sounded from time to time in the streets, there was no expression on Ye Su's face. He was not proud of it because such a thing was really not difficult. He just lifted the tiles calmly and silently
, apply the paste and do it casually, just like other things done in the past years.
The accumulated water on the street was steamed into a slightly stuffy water vapor in autumn, covering the houses, with most of the leaves falling trees, dozing bored by the streets. People looked at the layman from the Taoist temple on the eaves, and relish
I enjoyed the scene in front of me, so I didn't notice the scene on the street.
A round figure walked out of the water vapor transformed from the rain.
Chen Pipi walked along the stone street, stepping on the rain, and walked to the crowd. He raised his head and squinted his eyes, looking at the figure on the eaves. It didn't take long to recognize the other person's face. His eyes, which were originally half-closed, suddenly rounded.
When I opened my eyes, my eyes turned red and tears flowed down with a sound of brushing.
He looked at Ye Su on the roof and shouted in a trembling voice: "Senior Brother!"
Ye Su was on the roof, tied some separate wooden sticks in the eaves with bamboo ropes. He listened to the sound of the crowd below and slowly turned his head.
He looked at the fat young man outside the crowd, and a very sincere smile appeared on his face, which was usually without any emotion, and said happily: "Are you here?"
Chen Pipi looked at Ye Su on the roof and said in tears: "Senior Brother...what is wrong with you? Did you also be driven out of the Taoist sect? That person is really so cruel?"
Ye Su's expression was slightly stiff, like a gecko dried by the sun on the roof.
Chen Pipi was still sad, and she looked at him with tears in her eyes.
Then he noticed that the left foot of Senior Brother Ye Su stepping on the wooden ladder did not seem to touch the ladder surface at all. Then he noticed that the clear sunshine after the rain was sprinkled on Ye Su's pale white shirt, emitting
It has a very light and clean luster, just like the glow of jade.
Only then did Chen Pipi realize that his senior brother's realm was much higher than when he was in the temple. What shocked him even more was that his senior brother was in some way at this moment.
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The small Taoist temple is facing the street with yards and eaves, and there are shadows in the sunshine after the rain. The two stood in this shadow. Ye Su looked at Chen Pipi's round face and sighed in her heart.
Chen Pipi looked at the faint luster on his body, suppressing the shock and fear in his heart, and said tremblingly: "Senior Brother, what medicine did you take? You actually have this situation? I have kept Tongtian Pills. If you really want to try it.
If you break the realm, you must tell me first, and you won’t dare to eat nonsense.”
The path of practice is more difficult as it reaches the end, and it is like climbing a dangerous peak. The last few steps are always the most difficult distance. As the descendant of Zhishouguan, Ye Su had reached the deepest path of practice more than ten years ago.
It is not easy to go further on this basis.
So when Chen Pipi looked at Ye Su on the roof, stepping on the wooden ladder like walking on a flowing cloud, and the luster of the plain shirt appeared and was obviously in front of some opportunity, he thought he must have taken some shortcut.
Of course Ye Su did not take medicine, and he had never taken even the most precious pills of Zhishouguan. Because from the beginning of practicing Taoism, he always believed that once a practitioner relies on the assistance of external forces, he would spend his whole life. , there is no chance to reach the real other shore.
It was not until Chen Pipi said it twice in a row that he discovered something strange himself.
Standing in the shadow in front of the Taoist temple, Ye Su looked at the houses and markets that were far or near, silently feeling his Taoist heart, and found that he had been rigid for more than ten years, something actually happened. He trembled and a crack appeared, and he couldn't help but be shocked and speechless.
Chang'an City is indeed not an ordinary city.
At this moment, he borrowed the nameless Taoist temple and welcomed a guest again.
This guest is a girl wearing a blue Taoist robe.
Ye Hongyu looked at her brother on the stone steps, her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and then her eyes were slightly red, and two lines of tears quietly flowed through her beautiful face.
Ye Su looked at his sister under the stone steps, frowned slightly, and said with disgust: "Why are you crying?"
Ye Hongyu Mingruqiu's eyes were filled with tears. She did not reach out to wipe it, but looked at him with a stubborn and dissatisfied voice and said, "If he cries, you will be moved, and if I cry, you will be scolded."
Ye Su frowned a little deeper.
The only thing that can be compared with Haotian Divine Light is human vision. You can focus on one thing and can shine the world she wants to see. Ye Hongyu looked at her brother, with aggrieved and stubborn eyes, just like a roasted sweet potato was snatched by her companions. The little girl who was scolded by her brother was useless, but the light fell on Chen Pipi, full of hatred.
Chen Pipi's head lowered was more honest.
Ye Su looked at her coldly and said, "What is your identity? You dare to stare at your junior brother so rudely. If you do this again, I will dig out your eyes."
Ye Hongyu seemed to have not heard this. Her eyes were still full of hatred and a sense of looking at the dead. However, her eyes were not dug out because Chen Pipi, who was extremely guilty, spoke just right. , resolved the embarrassment in front of the stone steps of the Taoist temple.
Ye Su looked at Chen Pipi and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a while. I think he should be in the South China Sea. As for why I came to Chang'an, there are naturally other reasons."
Chen Pipi asked curiously: "Senior Brother, what's the reason?"
Ye Su said, "I'll come to see Xiahou."
After a moment of pause, he looked at Chen Pipi and said calmly: "Look at Ning Que by the way."
He is the descendant of Zhishouguan, who is walking in the world of Haotian Daomen Sect. Now he is not practicing outside the world, but has been involved in the world and came to Chang'an City for such a simple reason.
If the rumors are true.
If Ning Que is the son of General Xuanwei Lin Guangyuan.
Then, he is most likely the son of Pluto as the God of Light calls it.
Although more than ten years ago, the Haotian Dao Sect denied the view of the God of Light, allowing the bloody storm to end quietly and not last until the end, Ye Su did not believe in this negation.
Because of the strange signs that came from the sky, he was at the other end of the black line.
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(A friend comes from afar, I want to receive it, I hope I can drink it very happily.)