Later, the bamboo Taoist priest spent three years sharpening the bamboo roots, and finally obtained this half-chi-half bamboo sword. At the same time, he also understood the landscape sword technique, and became the first person in the Taoist sect.
"This bamboo knife has one hundred and eight water swirls. When I saw it, I saw one hundred and eight bamboo shoots growing on the bamboo roots of Nuo Da. It has drank hundreds of kinds of water, and its favorites are spirits and liquor.
Strong tea, unfortunately, it needs to rest."
The bamboo Taoist priest poured a bowl of tea onto a half-foot-long bamboo knife. The clear tea water spread along the blade without wasting any of it. It completely penetrated into the 108 water swirls on the blade.
"Dang!" The tea bowl fell, and the bamboo Taoist priest trembled and put down his bamboo knife: "It's funny."
Zhu Tong stretched out his hand and put his hand on Taoist Zhu Zhu's wrist, with a shocked look on his face. He closed his eyes and thought for a long time before saying, "Taoist Master, I can't help you. This plaster can protect your heart. It's fine in a short time, but it takes a long time -
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The condition of the Bamboo Taoist's body was extremely bad. Only the Qi meridians in his body were barely open, and the other eight meridians were all broken. What maintained his life was the pure innate Qi and the emerald-green streams flowing through his body.
In the meridians that no longer exist.
According to the theory of Western medicine, Taoist Bamboo should have died long ago. His pulse was so weak that he could hardly feel it. If he used blood pressure to measure it, he would definitely have shockingly low blood pressure.
"Haha, brother Zhu, you don't have to worry about the Taoist priest. This little injury won't kill the Taoist priest." Taoist Zhu lifted up his Taoist robe carelessly and asked Zhu Tong to put a dog skin plaster on his back. He felt it: "Warm, Brother Zhu's plaster is magical.
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He took out his bamboo flute and played a string of glide notes, which were clear but weak; "I haven't been so quiet for a long time. Elder Mei is a blessed man. He asked me to say something to Brother Zhu, but unfortunately, I forgot. It's better to forget,
Forget it, just don’t say it.”
It makes no difference to Zhu Tong whether he says it or not. He is destined not to agree, but he wants to do something for the master in front of him. Maybe, invite his uncle to come?
"Taoist Priest, how long can you stay here?" Zhu Tong asked.
"Call me Taoist. A Taoist must know how to thank the people and nature who support him. We are students and cannot be called elders." Taoist Zhu offered another cup of tea; "Jiangnan is suitable for cultivation. I will stay with Elder Mei for some time.
, I won’t leave within three or two months.”
"Then, I will call you a Taoist priest. Taoist priest, I will ask my uncle to come. Maybe he is the only one who can cure the Taoist priest's disease."
"Okay, it's worth waiting here for ten or eight years to meet Senior Zhumen."
The two of them looked at each other and drank tea. Only then did Zhu Tong realize that the tea cup in his hand was made of hard bamboo carving, and even the tea stove hanging on the charcoal fire was also made of bamboo roots.
"Excuse me, Taoist, who will win on the Red Cloud Golden Summit?"
Zhu Tong has envied those all-powerful heroes since he was a child, but of course he doesn't think so now. He has been transformed by the old liar into a complete utilitarian, and he doesn't care about such false fame. However, the Bamboo Taoist and the living Buddha Suowonda
The battle still made his blood boil, and he wanted to know more about what it was like at that time.
"I'm defeated," the bamboo Taoist said softly, his face still calm: "The Living Buddha Suowonda wants to be defeated. He is already very clever. If the Living Buddha really gets his way, there will be no opponent for him in the world. Buddhist Kungfu is very strange.
, some are vigorous and straight forward, and some are silent; Brother Zhu, I am thinking, what kind of state will they reach in the end? Taoist priests are not afraid of the living Buddha's cleverness, what they are afraid of is that he will become a demon."
"Taoist Bamboo, why are you doing this? He is obsessed with himself and is crazy. If you save him, don't you have one less opponent?" Zhu Tong thought carefully for a while before he understood the mystery. Taoist Bamboo deliberately sought defeat and did not want to help.
Suowonda Living Buddha went one step further.
"It's not like that. I'm not sure I can beat him. The seal of the living Buddha has entered the state of enlightenment. The Taoist priest doesn't want him to transcend so easily. Haha, I will only suffer a little bit. You may not know that before the age of thirteen,
I have always been a Buddhist novice."
"Taoist priests were once little monks?" This is really fresh news, and I wish you a great interest.
"Yes, my master is actually very good, but he always said that if he doesn't recite sutras well and doesn't sincerely worship the Buddha, he will go to Abi Hell. I recite sutras very hard, but when I recite them too much, I get confused. Is the hell and Buddha really true?
Does it exist?" Taoist Bamboo chatted softly while drinking tea. Zhu Tong was so absorbed in listening that he even forgot to ask.
"If the Buddha's power is really boundless, and he is truly compassionate and compassionate towards people's hard work, then the hells should have been destroyed long ago. How great a merit is that? If the Buddha destroys the hells, the world will not be peaceful? If the Buddha's law cannot destroy the hells, it should not be the power of the law.
Boundless; if the Buddha did not want to destroy hell, it should not be said that he was compassionate. At that time, I boldly asked the master, but was ordered to go into the room to meditate. Haha, he was locked in a small dark room. Taoist priests have been afraid of it since I was a child.
Hei, he was only detained for one night and then ran away. Only now do I understand this question a little bit, but I don’t dare to ask the monks anymore.”
Zhu Tong asked curiously: "What do you understand?"
"It's not that Buddha is immortal in hell, it's that Buddhism needs hell. Without hell, who would still believe in Buddha? Haha, is it true or not?"
"It is true that it is true." Zhu Tong does not believe in Buddhism or Taoism, but he admires interesting Taoist priests like Taoist Zhu.
The hell thing doesn't sound like a good thing; Taoist Bamboo said it very objectively. Buddhism really needs a hell to set off, just like beauty needs ugly contrast.
"I, a Taoist priest, may as well stay here with Elder Mei. Many seniors in our sect have been greatly influenced by Buddhism, and they also use the theory of karma and retribution to deal with the unfairness in the world. It's difficult. The habits of more than a thousand years have been deeply rooted.
Ye Mao penetrated deeply into the marrow of Taoism. Uncle Zhu Lan was right, Taoism has missed too many opportunities. The theory of Dan Dao has long been outdated and outdated, and it is time to return to the origin of Taoism. If we don't take heavy medicine now, maybe Taoism will really sink.
Go down." What the bamboo Taoist needs is an audience. After being injured, the strong Taoist became much weaker.
"If there are no patients, doctors are useless, isn't that true?" Zhu Tong's medical skills are not very good, and his skills are superficial, but his listening skills are first-rate. This is the basic skill of a liar, and being messy is also a specialty of his profession.
"That's different. The human body will naturally get sick, so you need your doctor; the human spirit also needs faith, so religion was born. The Chinese people's faith can be fictitious or real, and can advance or retreat, just like
Tai Chi is as ethereal and mysterious. When young people were aggressive and enterprising, they believed in worldly Confucianism. However, if Confucianism is too manipulative and the official career is chaotic, who can live a clean life? It will definitely accumulate chronic diseases in their hearts; when they encounter setbacks, they may become old.
When retiring, they were either disappointed with the temple, or seeking spiritual liberation, often retreating to Buddhism and Taoism. The dilemma for Taoists now is that if they pull the Buddha off the altar, it will inevitably cause chaos in people's hearts; Taoism is not ready yet.
The only thing that will be cheap is foreigners' Christianity, and that is even worse. Spreading faith requires money." Taoist Bamboo sighed, then remained silent.
Everything requires money. Zhu Tong wanted to ask Taoist Bamboo how much it would cost, but he felt that he was not qualified, so he sighed, as if he was a confidant and understood.
"Can I write a word for you?" Zhu Tong said piously, which was rare for him.
"Okay, Zhu Menzhi's calligraphy is an incredible magical power, and the Taoist priest wants to see it." Taoist Zhu nodded with a smile; "What do you need me to do?"
"You don't have to do anything, just trust me."
"Taoist understands, please wish me nothing." The bamboo Taoist played the bamboo flute again, and the gentle sound of the flute soared upward, full of love for life.
This was the first time that he used the word "zhi" to save someone. Zhu Tong took the silver needle in his hand, closed his eyes for a moment, recalled every word that his uncle Zhu Huang said, pierced his right index finger and drew the word "qi" in the air.
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The exquisite mountains and rivers in Suixueyuan are the place where spiritual energy gathers. Zhu Tongde Zhu Huang Mastershu preached that the word "qi" was definitely not more than half a month old, and he only wrote it a few hundred times in total. His understanding of its subtleties is still shallow.
But after finishing the last stroke of the word "qi", Zhu Tong felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest, collapsed and leaned on the chair with all his limbs weak.
The cool breath in the void rushed to the chest of Zhu Tong. The sound of the flute weakened and gradually became high-pitched. The bamboo Taoist stood up and hurried away from the pavilion. After more than ten minutes, he stood in front of Zhu Tong, with light shining in his eyes.
"Zhu Menzhi's calligraphy is really brilliant. The Taoist priests have benefited from the energy and cultivation. Thank you Brother Zhutong for your help. Maybe it only takes three times, and the Taoist priests will be fine."
"You're welcome. If I can't say this word again, it will kill me." Zhu Tong rubbed his chest before gasping for air. He didn't mean to kill Taoist Zhu, but to kill his own life. Not the cultivator Peng Ma.
If you have pure skills, you may be seriously injured this time.
Only then did the little liar truly understand the greatness of his uncle. He could actually write seven words to save seven people every year! Zhu Tong felt as if his whole body had been drained and his breath was weak. This time the loss was so huge that he could not even recover for a month or two.
Can't make it through.
No wonder the old liar doesn't write the word "treat". From now on, the little liar won't use this to treat people!
Liu Yilan came up and patted Zhu Tong's back, and said in a tired voice: "It's okay to rest for a few days. Next week, when your little lover comes to learn painting, you can treat the Bamboo Taoist Sect. If you need any tonics, just tell your name."
, I’ll go find it.”
Zhu Tong enjoyed it and looked at Taoist Zhu with regret: "It does not require medicine or stone to cure calligraphy. It consumes the writer's own cultivation. I believe Taoist priests can understand it."
The Bamboo Taoist priest listened and understood. For him, this was an unfamiliar skill, a skill that was more ancient and mysterious than talismans.
"Now there are only five people who can write Zhi calligraphy. However, one will have to wait a year, one is in prison, and one will not be so kind as to write. Only my second senior brother Zhu Yun is left. He can only write once.
." Zhu Tong counted on his fingers and gave it to Liu Yilan. It goes without saying that his uncle Zhu Huang has the best skills, but he can only write seven times a year and he has already finished writing and returned to the mountain. Even if he comes, he can only think of other ways; the old liar is this
I have never written the word "zhi" in my life.
The second senior brother is easy to say and will definitely take action whenever necessary; the third senior brother is very skilled in writing and can write with a little practice, but he is still serving his sentence in prison.
After listening to this, Liu Yilan walked up to Zhu Taoist Priest and held his hand, smiling and saying: "I will find a way to fish out Senior Brother Zhumen. The injury of Zhumen Sect cannot be delayed any longer. Zhu Tong, hurry up."
Call the owner of Xiaoyun Village, I have something to do with him."
The bamboo Taoist stared at Liu Yilan: "Why bother?"
"I hope it's not too late." Liu Yilan followed him.