Listening to the heartfelt words of the boy in green, the middle-aged monk took the lead and said: "Then let's see again."
The old master smiled and said: "I think this is very kind. I have waited for more than ten thousand years. , why rush."
Daozu nodded and said with a smile to the green cow: "Since there is nothing to do for now, you can just stroll around and remember not to cross the line. Don't hold grudges, being too narrow-minded is a good thing for cultivation, but not for human beings."
Qingniu lost the suppression of the avenue and suddenly appeared in human form. He was a tall old Taoist with a slim appearance. The demeanor is awe-inspiring and extremely majestic.
He is the old master of the Donghai Taoist Temple, and he is the well-deserved God of the Lotus Flower Blessed Land. Since the Lotus Flower Blessed Land is connected to the Lotus Cave, he would often compete with the Taoist ancestors to compete in Taoism.
Lao Guanzhu is also the master behind the creation of Zhu Lian and Sui Youyou 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 is of the same generation as the great ancestors of Tuoyue Mountain, Bai Ze and Chusheng.
Apart from age, just talking about the "Dao Ling" who has practiced for many years, Liu Shiliu, who is of the literary sage lineage, and Zhang Lu, who hides his identity in the Great Sword Qi Wall, are both considered juniors.
Every time the old patron 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 “a stinky old man with a bad nose”.
Chen Lingjun raised his head slightly and glanced out of the corner of his eye. Compared with Brother Jia in Qilong Lane, he was indeed more celestial.
If the old Taoist had shown off his appearance like this from the beginning, it is estimated that the bull-riding Taoist would have been mistaken for Chen Lingjun as the fire-making boy next to the old god. He usually did things like looking after the alchemy furnace and shaking the cattail leaf fan. chores.
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. If I can't see you, you can't see me.
The old temple leader smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist Jingqing, you have picked up all the face your master lost in Ouhua Blessed Land."
Chen Lingjun did not even raise his head. He drooped 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 immortal."
That's what he said, but if it weren't for three The Patriarch was present, and Chen Lingjun must have been busy polishing the old god's shoes and knocking his legs. As for rubbing his shoulders and knocking his back, forget it. He was not strong enough, and the height difference between the two sides was really out of reach. If he jumped up to shoot, People's shoulders, what the hell, I never do this kind of thing.
The old temple master chuckled, and then his figure disappeared. As Taozu said, he went to wander elsewhere. Even Piyun Mountain and Wei Bo could not detect the slightest ripple.
There are too many hidden lines and connections in the town, intermittent, some have been completely severed, and some are still disconnected and intricate. The old viewer is actually quite happy about this. Outlining and leading things is his main path. 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 customs. Invisibly, they gave the old Lizhu Cave sky the atmosphere of the great road with purple energy coming from the east, 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, the avenue is there.
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.
Tao follows nature, and Taozu did not deliberately hide this kind of scene. He was just a guest at Haoran, and because of the rules set by the sage, he kept it in check.
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 was the 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 Feeling weak, he sat back on the ground and said awkwardly: "If I return to the Holy Master, I can't stand up."
The old master smiled and said: "Have you become so timid? Before I appeared, wasn't it? "That's right."
Chen Lingjun said awkwardly: "It's a fool's errand. Don't blame me for being blind."
The old master said with a smile: "A monk is full of energy. , It’s all in the eyes. Mountain climbing and enlightenment are not human, but only in the mind.”
Chen Lingjun was filled with emotion, the knowledge of the sage is so great, it’s mysterious.
The old master asked: "Jingqing, can you take me to Mud Bottle Alley?"
When Chen Lingjun heard that it was Mud Bottle Alley, he immediately jumped up and said, " What a problem!"
The old master asked doubtfully: "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, "Maybe everyone has his own backbone. Walking in the complicated world, help us fight against the whole world. If we lose, we will suffer. If we win, we will be safe."
Chen Lingjun asked tentatively while the other two were walking away. "Why don't I kowtow to the Holy Master a few more times?"
The old master waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need, it's annoying to hear too many kowtows."
Chen Lingjun was careful. Asked: "Holy Master, why didn't Mr. Wei Shan know that you had arrived in the town?"
The boy in Tsing Yi quickly added, "Mr. Wei Shan knows etiquette very well. If something is not really going on, Wei Bo will definitely do it." Take the initiative to meet me."
Personal grudges and the rules of the world are two different things.
How Wei Bo treats him, and how Wei Bo treats Luo Luoshan, the scores are calculated separately. Besides, Wei Bo was actually kind to him.
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 really high."
The old master smiled and said: "Not only is the Taoism very high, I was also scared if we really wanted to fight before." "
Chen Lingjun showed his true feelings and no longer had any scruples. He laughed loudly and said: "You don't lose the battle if you lose. I understand..."
He just kept speaking louder and louder. As he got younger, his usual bad habit of keeping his mouth shut came back again. Chen Lingjun finally changed his words angrily: "I know a hammer. The Holy Master has a lot of them, so just pretend that I didn't say anything."
The old master didn’t take it seriously.
During the period, the two of them passed by the shop in Qilong Lane. Chen Ling didn't even look sideways, so he didn't dare to casually introduce the Holy Master to Brother Jia. The old master turned his head and looked at the New Year's Eve shop and the straw shop, "It looks like the business is not bad."
Chen Lingjun nodded, "It's a small business, the price is fair, and the flow is long, but you can't actually make a lot of 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 to the mountain to check the accounts in person. It’s not that I can’t trust shopkeeper Shi and Brother Jia. It seems that he is just looking at the account books. If you have a surplus above, you will be very happy."
The old master nodded and said: "This is a good habit. If you can earn a small amount of money and keep a large amount of money, you will have surplus every year. The more you save, the more your family will have. It's getting thicker and better every year."
Chen Lingjun sighed, looked up at the old master, and said sincerely: "The words of the most holy master are true, even I can hear them. "I understand."
The old master seemed to have something in mind and said with a smile: "From the time of the fifth and sixth ancestors of Zen Buddhism, the Dharma started to be taught without regard for roots. In fact, Buddhism began to be very plain and focused on one thing. The heart is the Buddha, don't ask for it from outside. Unfortunately, it gradually became lofty and obscure. There were countless Buddha verses, and the common people couldn't understand them anymore. ', many eminent monks directly said that they were not willing to talk about Buddhism and Dharma. If they did not talk about knowledge and only talked about the propagation of Dharma lineage, it would be a bit similar to our Confucian 'desire to destroy people'."
Chen Lingjun was confused. , and didn’t dare to say more. Fortunately, the old master didn’t seem to want to talk more about this matter.
The two of them walked up the stairs of Qilong Lane. The old master asked, "Does this alley have a name?"
Chen Lingjun nodded vigorously, "Yes, it's called Qilong." The top of the alley is higher, and we locals are accustomed to calling it Huo Lu Jian."
The old master nodded, "There are indeed mysteries everywhere."
Lu Chenzai. Before leaving home, I used to roam freely in the vast world. I also called on the dragon to plow the clouds and plant yao grass. The wind and rain followed the Lord Yun Zhong.
The old master reached the top of the steps and turned his head to look at the steps., asked: "Jingqing, where is your place of enlightenment?"
Chen Lingjun looked shocked and puzzled: "There are people who don't know about the great knowledge of the most holy teacher. What's the matter?"
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 we need to restrain ourselves, otherwise the people, things, and everything in our own world will be exposed by us. It melts very quickly."
"That's why Daozu often stays in the Lotus Cave, even in the White Jade Palace, because he is worried that once the 'one' is over, it will start. All things are unified, involuntarily and irreversibly. First it is the ordinary people at the foot of the mountain, 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. Mountains and rivers are all Taoist temples, and there is no place for ordinary people to stand up."
"This was a meeting by the river back then, a ten-thousand-year agreement that had been agreed upon for a long time, and it was up to the Taoist ancestors to find a way to solve it. This was what he was most worried about at the beginning."
"The Taoist teachings are of course very high. It is only natural that those who are capable work harder."
Chen Lingjun felt bitter and panicked. No, 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, let alone what you want to do now It's hard to say this. Jing Qing, why don't we make a bet and see if we can say the word 'Daozu' now? If you can tell others what happened to the three of us today, you will win. Let me remind you
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The only way to crack it is not to write it down, but to understand 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 didn't think about it. He said, "The place where I practice Taoism is Yujiang in Huangting Kingdom."
The old master said, "Huangting Jing, that is a great Taoist scripture. I heard that this book is recited Sutras can refine one's mind, and those who have attained Taoism will, over time, carry them with them. There are thousands of techniques and techniques. If you look closely, they are all similar. For example, the method of thinking for Taoists is to plant rice in the heart and practice Qi. Refining Qi as a warrior means hard work, and every time you break through the realm, it is like a spring sowing and autumn harvest in a year. The first level of the ten realms of pure martial arts, the wonderful way of flourishing Qi, is the same, swallowing mountains and rivers, and turning them into one's own use. Seeing is reality, then it returns to emptiness, gathers itself together, and becomes its own territory."
"So Taoism advocates emptiness of oneself, Confucianism says that a gentleman has no weapons, and Buddhism says that everything is empty, and all appearances are not appearances."< /p>
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, wrinkled his face and said pitifully: "Holy Master, I'm very nervous right now. I can't remember what you said.Come on, can you wait until my master comes home and talk to him? My master has a good memory, likes to learn things, and learns everything quickly. If you talk to him, he will definitely understand everything and can draw inferences from one example to another.
The old master was noncommittal, smiled, and changed the subject, "The gentleman of your family, 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 Jingqing’s. It's a bit unscrupulous, and it really doesn't follow the rules of the world.
Forget it, the Holy Master is not a member of the world.
Well, if you are here, I don't care about the Holy Master. I can catch whatever the teacher says. Is it possible that I really need to read more books in the future? There are quite a few books on the mountain, where is the old cook...
Hey, holy shit. The master was standing next to him, looking for death. Chen Lingjun slapped him in the face. He slapped him hard. His anger dropped and his face became sullen.
The old master smiled and said: "You don't have to be so reserved. , food and sex. ”
“A person has many mistakes due to his nature. Of course, this will make people make many mistakes, but every time we recognize, admit and correct our mistakes, we are laying bricks for the world and forging a better future. Add tiles to the high place of the inverse lodge. It's actually 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. It can benefit both others and ourselves. Why not? for. Of course, if you prefer someone else and only pursue the pure freedom in your heart, it is also a kind of freedom that is understandable.
The old master smiled and gave the answer: "It's in the "General Chapter" that it is said that the emperor controls the 珽, the princes control the tea, and the officials serve the 珽." An earlier saying is that "royal" means "sacrifice". Even earlier, there was also an old Huang Li saying that the saints migrated to the four evils and scattered around the world 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 Cao family’s ancestral house, and then walked towards the two adjacent houses of Chen Ping’an and Song Jixin. The old master slowly Walking slowly, taking a detour, I stopped and looked at the place where the kiln workers buried the rouge box in the past.
The Qingtong Tianjun also burned the fire. It is indeed difficult for people.
This Rain Master was the second highest god in the Water Department in the ancient heaven, second only to the water god Li Liu.
Old man Yang of the medicine shop erased it. There are all traces of "scattering", and this "scattering" is very measured. It is not the kind of thing that is thrown at Chen Ping'an, but more like planting a seed in the heart of the boy in Mubo Alley, and gradually blossoming. Open.
The ancient gods of the old heaven are 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 proposed by Taozu.
In heavy rain, I lose weight lessYears ago, I 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.
On the way to the Sui Academy together, after getting along day and night, Li Huai felt the closest to and recognized Chen Ping'an in his heart.
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.
Besides, Li Baoping's innocent heart and all his wild thoughts and ideas are also a kind of "unification" to a certain extent. Ma Kuxuan's wanton behavior is not a kind of purity. . Li Huai's great blessings are all over the sky, Lin Shouyi is almost innately familiar with the "Keeping One" method, Liu Xianyang is extremely talented and can learn everything very quickly, and has a level of skill that is far beyond ordinary people. Song Jixin uses dragon energy as a way to practice Buddhism. From the beginning, Zhigui is expected to be reborn. After regaining his true dragon posture, he will make further progress. Li Liu's supreme divinity overlooks the world, and constantly gathers fragments of human nature...
All the young people in the town are trying to deceive each other.
In this silent battle for the way 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 shape, and human beings then 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 we are actually talking about is the fundamental way of human beings. The vast mountains and rivers are like this, and people are even more so.
So Cui Dongshan once said that the founder of the three religions was harmonious and never quarreled only on the issue of the 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.
That’s why on earth, human beings who are born with divinity but also lack complete divinity have seven emotions and six desires, and all kinds of complex minds.
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.
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 way of heaven that has not been completely integrated into the long river of time after the corpses of many gods have dissipated.Aftertaste.
This determines why the human race is the most blessed of all spirits in the world, and why the demon race must abandon its innate physical strength and refine its 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 abided by the oath, the Patriarch of the Three Religions would not look at this place.
It’s just that the three sects of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism and Soldiers, the saints of the past dynasties, will be responsible for staring at the Ascension Platform and the Sword Suppression Tower here. After watching them for so many years, they finally found the way.
And in fact, Old Man Yang never breached the contract in the end.
The old master smiled and said, "You are 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 Qingtong Tianjun's final choice is too clever and there are too many deceivers. The most important thing is that Old Man Yang did not choose Chen Ping'an from the beginning, but kept betting and increasing his chips bit by bit. This kind of behavior is too inconspicuous in Old Man Yang's life of being in prison for thousands of years. Among the younger generation, children like Song Jixin, Zhao Yao, and Gu Can, who did not receive one or even several oblique gifts back then? For Chen Ping'an, Old Man Yang's bet was actually very "stingy". It seemed that he only added oil a little at several key points that were not easy to detect, and a light was always swaying in the wind and rain, but never extinguished.
For example, a five-year-old child must go up the mountain to collect medicine in order to exchange money from the medicine shop, buy medicine and go home before cooking medicine.
"Immutable exchange of equal value", this truth, how many adults, how many people who practice Taoism on the mountain, may never understand this in their entire lives.
Another example is Chen Ping'an's "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 glanced at the end of the alley and squinted. Well, as expected, the child was wandering in the alley from dusk to night. Finally, the child waited until someone opened the door. It was that It was due to the woman's own kindness, and it was Old Man Yang's intentional pulling... No, it's not Qingtong Tianjun! The old master took one step forward and stood sideways against the wall. With one hand behind his back, he put his fingers together and gently twisted the dotted line.
Is he the reincarnation of Medicine Buddha, Old Man Yao?
"Human nature is a prison given to human beings by gods."
"Freedom is a kind of punishment."
Buddhism talks about self-nature, and emphasizes that the heart is the heart. Buddha hopes that people can use great perseverance, great enlightenment and great compassion to slightly change the trajectory and blaze a new path at the top of the mountain that originally leads to complete and pure divinity.
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 and stopped again. Seeing the dim yellow light again, suddenly pouring out of the door into the alley, I blinked my eyes, and finally stared blankly at the woman who opened the door.
Hope in despair often comes the earliestWhen I saw it, it was not joy, but disbelief.
The child's eyes gradually glowed with brilliance, as bright as a pair of eyes that contained the sun and the moon.
A lonely and helpless child in a back alley, at that moment
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, bloomed with an incomparably bright humanity.
Exactly hope.
This kind of humanity and hope will support the children's growth.
The old master turned around and looked at the future Shuhu Lake through a wall, and saw the haggard accountant with a withered heart.
The old master looked back and sighed. This Cui Han, who was eccentric in his swordsmanship, was 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 to Cui Chan's self-deception, and he will become invisible.
You damn embroidered tiger, if you are not careful, maybe now Chen Pingan will be the one who "renovates the old to look like the old, not the new".
The old master whispered and cursed.
Chen Lingjun always stands at the door of his master. Here, he feels more at ease.
The old master turned around and smiled: "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 : "You have the order! I will not move here!"
A water god temple in Qingluan Kingdom, the Hebo Temple covering an area of more than ten acres, was fortunately not affected by the war and was preserved. , now the incense is becoming more and more prosperous.
In the veranda of the fourth entrance, the old master stood under the wall. The inscriptions on the wall included Pei Qian's "Heaven and Earth Combined Qi", "Pei Qian and the Master came here to visit", and Zhu's inscriptions. The cursive script written by Lian, with many dry pens and light ink, contains more than a hundred words, written in one go. However, the old master paid more attention to those 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, I am leaning on the railing when I climb high, the bamboo basket is broken into pieces and becomes round again 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 the 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 being broken.
On the other side of the Sword Qi Great Wall, Lu Chen said 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, he is still talking about going back and forth one by one.
And 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 they really express is that "gathered like mountains, dispersed like wind and rain" " means "gathering and dispersing". The Zhu Lian of the past and the Lu Chen of the present can be regarded as a mysterious and mysterious echo.
In Daozu’s stall, there is such a direct descendant who only likes to watch plays and is quiet and does nothing.Disciple, how can you be so tough in your words?
Li Zhudongtian finally caused such a big stir. Lu Chen, who had set up a stall here for many years, contributed to the trouble. He has to be counted as one and cannot escape.
This time, I temporarily lent Chen Pingan a fourteenth realm of Taoism and traveled with several sword cultivators in the hinterland of the wilderness, which made up for his mistakes.
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 carry baskets of wild vegetables on his back and return home from the river. He must often hold dogtail grass in his hands. , skewer small fish, and dry them into dried fish. I don’t want to waste it at all. It’s crunchy and the whole dried fish. The children will just eat it whole. They may still not be full, but they can 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 stood outside the door with his hands behind his back and looked inside, silent for a long time.
Chen Lingjun was lying 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 master of martial arts, and the master of Luolu Mountain, he is a master of swordsmanship. Mr. Yin Guan is angry at the Great Wall, but I know that what my master cares most about is to be a scholar with a clear conscience. It has not been easy along the way. The truth is that the last thing in the world to eat is a hundred people. Do you want to eat at home? Because I don’t have a family anymore, I have to eat at home. Besides, my husband is nostalgic and most grateful. How did the relationship come about? It didn’t just fall from the sky. It was because my husband had a child. Just chatting with the old people, so it has been very hard these years. Every time I go back to my hometown, I will come here to sit for a while. It is the old man who reminds me not to forget his roots. You old man is the ancestor of scholars. Do not allow others Bullying 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: "Good man. Have a safe life and be 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 down. On the wall, I can finally do something for my master.
The old master seemed to be in a good mood at the moment. He patted the kid in Tsing Yi 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? Going to Wenwu Temple?"
The old master smiled and said: "I have already patted Taozu on the shoulder, and there is no one left behind. From now on, we will have a drink at the wine table When it comes to heroes, where do you find your rivals?"
Chen Lingjun was sweating, waving his hands vigorously and saying nothing.
Holy Master, are you cheating on me? !
The old master stretched out his hand and grabbed the young man in Qingyi.Tong's arms said, "What are you afraid of? You are no longer brave, are you?"
Chen Lingjun stood on his feet and leaned back. He almost cried on the spot and howled: "I won't go, I really won't go! My master I believe in Buddhism, and I believe in it too. It’s a very sincere kind of thing. The most important purpose of our mountain wind in Luo Luo Mountain is to treat others with sincerity..."
If I let the master know about it in the future , Chen Lingjun couldn't beat him to death.
In Luolu Mountain, there is a table on one side of the mountain gate. 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, and a small cotton satchel slung across her body. , sitting on a small bamboo chair.
She saw an old Taoist standing next to the table. She rubbed her eyes. It was not because she was dazzled. The little girl leaned her hiking stick and golden pole against the bamboo chair, stood up immediately, and trotted When he came to the side of the tall old Taoist, he stood still, raised his head and asked, "Old Taoist, are you thirsty? We have tea here for guests."
The little girl added, "No charge! "
Seeing that the old Taoist didn't say anything, 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 viewer nodded and sat on the bench.
Compared to the small town, I felt a little less angry.
Otherwise, this account will have to be settled with Chen Pingan, who has the right to take action against 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 and 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.
Xiaomili asked: "Old Taoist Master, is it enough? If it's not enough, I still have more."
The old temple leader thought of that "Fellow Taoist Jingqing" again, with similar words. , but it was a world of difference. 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 then she went to work on her own.
Soon carrying a tin can of tea leaves and a pot of boiling water, he poured a bowl of tea for the old Taoist, and Xiaomi Li took his leave.
The old patron asked with a smile: "Little girl, don't you sit down for a while?"
The little girl shook her head vigorously, "No, Sister Nuanshu won't allow it, saying that it will prevent the guests from drinking tea. Uncomfortable."
Xiaomili finally reminded: "By the way, the old Taoist priest must be careful with the newly boiled tea."
The old patron smiled sincerely. The words reminded me of the mud-legged man who broke into the Ouhua Blessed Land with a "long-qi" on his back.
Everything in the world is as numerous as hair, but my small things are as big as a fight.
The old temple leader raised the tea bowl and asked with a smile: "Are you the right protector of Luopo Mountain?"
As soon 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.
If the old Taoist priest had been so open-minded earlier, she would have been rude to him.Take a seat.
Xiaomili sat on the bench, eating melon seeds by himself, and did not bother the old Taoist priest to drink tea.
For no reason, I discovered that the old cook had arrived at the mountain gate. Xiaomi Li clapped her hands and asked curiously: "Old cook, why are you going down the mountain today? Have you finished reading the book?"
Zhu Lian said with a smile: "Not yet, you have to watch slowly."
Xiaomili turned his head to look at the old Taoist priest, and put his hand to his mouth, "Old Taoist priest, the old chef is us The great butler of Luolu Mountain is a master of cooking! If you two hit it off, it will be a blessing."
The old patron nodded, "If you are a bad visitor, give this little girl such a treat. , and we will make money by being friendly."
Zhu Lian smiled and said, "Xiaomili, can you let me have a few words with this old Taoist priest?"
Xiaomi Li nodded obediently, opened his cotton satchel, poured some melon seeds on the table for the old cook and the old Taoist priest, sat on the bench, turned his butt, stood firm on the ground, turned around, clasped his 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 viewer 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.
Seeing each other on the top of the mountain while practicing, I can still see the watchers at the beginning.
The old temple master asked: "When will you wake up from the dream?"
The person in front of you must be one of the great monks who have the greatest hope of succeeding the founder of the three religions and reaching the fifteenth level. .
Zhu Lian answered the question: "Life is like a book. All the people and things we encounter are foreshadowings in the book."
The old viewer nodded. : "So there are no coincidences that cannot be written. Some coincidences are wonderful, such as Chen Shiyi, far away in the horizon and right before our eyes. Chen is one. One is Chen."
(End of this chapter)