Chapter 850: Chen Shi

Listening to the innermost words of the Tsing Yi boy, the middle-aged monk first said: "Let's look again."
The old master smiled and said, "I think this is very good. After waiting for more than 10,000 years, why rush for a while."
Dao Ancestor nodded and smiled at the green cow: "Since there is nothing wrong for the time being, you just go shopping and remember not to cross the border. There is also a big belly. Don't hold grudges about things today. Be too careful. It is a good thing to practice cultivation. Not so."
Qing Niu lost that great avenue suppression, and suddenly appeared in human form. He was a tall and old Taoist, with a clear appearance, awe-inspiring attitude, and extremely majestic.
It is the old master of the Taoist temple in the East China Sea, the well-deserved of the lotus roots blessed land, because the lotus roots blessed land is connected with the lotus cave sky, from time to time, he breaks off his wrists with the Taoist ancestors to compare the level of Taoism.
Lao Guanzhu is also the master behind the four people who created Zhu Lian and Sui's right side of the inner picture scroll, and he is recognized as one of the most powerful fourteen realm monks in the world.
The oldest and oldest existence between heaven and earth is in the same generation as Tuoyueshan ancestor, Bai Ze, and the first rise.
Regardless of age, only the "Daoling" of the years of practice, Liu Shiliu of the Wensheng lineage, and Zhang Lu, who has a hidden identity in the Great Wall of Jianqi, are all considered juniors.
Every time the old Guanzhu goes out to travel, he is like a fairy poem.
What's more, in the ancient times, the Bixiao Cave next to Luobao Beach was invincible from the cave, able to forgive and not forgive.
It didn't become a mount until it met a young human monk, and later, there was the saying of "smelly bull nose" in the world.
Chen Lingjun raised his head slightly and glanced from the corner of his eye. Compared to the old brother Jia in Qilong Lane, he was indeed a little bit more immortal.
If the old Taoist had such an appearance from the beginning, it is estimated that the Taoist ancestor of riding a bull would only be mistaken by Chen Lingjun for the fire-burning boy next to this old god, who would do some chores like looking after the Dan furnace and shaking the fan.
Old Guanzhu glanced at the Tsing Yi boy who was still sitting on the ground, a brave little reptile.
Chen Lingjun immediately lowered his head, moved his butt, and turned his head to look away. I can't see you, you can't see me.
Lao Guanzhu smiled and said: "Friend Jingqing, the face that your master lost in Ouhuafudi has been picked up by you."
Chen Lingjun didn't lift his head, bowed his head, and said dullly: "It's not guilty if you don't know. If the old and I care about this little thing, it won't be so fairytale."
That’s how it is said, but if it weren’t for the presence of the Patriarch of the Three Sects, Chen Lingjun must have been busy shining his shoes on the old god’s legs at the moment. As for rubbing his shoulders and back, he still has nothing to do. The height of the two sides is very different. I can't reach it. If I jumped up and slapped people on the shoulder, I never did this kind of thing.
The Old View Master laughed, and then his body dissipated. As the Taoist ancestor said, he wandered elsewhere, even the Piyun Mountain and Wei Bo could not notice the slightest ripple.
There are too many lines and veins in the town, intermittent, some have been completely cut off, and some are still broken and intricate. The old masters are actually quite happy about this. The outline and guidance is the main road. If you can observe the Tao in this way, you will definitely benefit a lot.
Dao ancestor came from the east, riding an ox to pass through the gate, invisibly gave the old Lizhu Dongtian a purple atmosphere, but it was temporarily invisible, and it will slowly become clear in the future.
There is no need to act deliberately, wherever the Taoist ancestor walks, there is the avenue.
This is still in the Haoran world, if it were in the Qingming world, all kinds of auspicious visions would be even more exaggerated.
Dao law is natural. Dao ancestors did not deliberately conceal this kind of weather, but he was a guest, and because of the rules set by the ritual saint, he kept it.
Daozu walked to the Yang's shop, planning to sit on the bench under the eaves of the backyard.
The middle-aged monk went to Tanglong Kiln, where Old Man Yao was the master.
Only the Most Sacred Master was left standing next to Chen Lingjun, and the old master joked: "Sitting and talking don't hurt your back, so you don't want to get up?"
As soon as Chen Lingjun got up, his hands and feet were soft, he sat down on the ground and said embarrassedly: "If you return to the Holy Master, I can't stand up."
The old master smiled and said, "I have become so courageous? Before I appeared, I wasn't stubborn."
Chen Lingjun said embarrassedly: "Bullshit, uncountable. With eyes but no beads, don't blame it."
The old master said with a smile: "The monk, the spirit is all in his eyes. The mountain climbs to prove the truth, and it is only in the heart."
Chen Lingjun was full of emotion, the most sage master's knowledge is great, it sounds 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, "What a problem!"
The old master asked in doubt: "Yeah, where is the strength now?"
Chen Lingjun scratched his head. Yan Yan said: "I don't know what's going on. When I talk about my master, I'm not afraid of anything."
The old master sighed and said, "About everyone, everyone will have their own backbone, walking on the complex world, helping us to fight the whole world. Losing is suffering. Winning is stability."
Taking advantage of the other two walking away, Chen Lingjun asked tentatively: "Otherwise, how many more heads should I give to the Most Holy Master?"
The old master waved his hand and smiled: "No need, it's annoying to hear too many kowtows."
Chen Lingjun asked cautiously: "The Most Holy Master, why doesn't Wei Shanjun know that you are in the town?"
The boy in Tsing Yi hurriedly added, "Jun Wei Shan knows the etiquette very well. If it is not really something, Wei Bo will definitely come to see him."
Personal grievances and social rules are two different things.
What Weibo treats him and how Weibo treats Luoposhan must be calculated separately. Besides, Wei Bo was actually fine with him.
The old master said with a smile: "Because the travel to the small town is not in the context that Dao Zu wants people to know. Since Dao Zu intended to do this, of course Wei Bo would not see the three of us."
Chen Lingjun was amazed, "The Taoism of Daozu is high."
The old master smiled and said: "It's more than a high level of Taoism. I really wanted to fight before, I was also shocked."
Chen Lingjun showed his true feelings, and he lost his scruples. He laughed and said: "If you lose, you don't lose, I know the truth..."
It's just that the more I talked, the lower my voice, and the stinking problem of not keeping the door open, Chen Lingjun finally changed his words in angrily: "I know a hammer, Master Xianshi has a lot, just treat me as if I didn't say anything."
The old master didn't care.
During the period, the two passed by the shop in Qilong Alley, and Chen Ling did not squint, how dare to introduce the Most Holy Master to Brother Jia casually. The old master turned his head and looked at the Nian Sui Shop and Caotou Shop, "Looking at the business is pretty good."
Chen Lingjun nodded, "Small business, fair prices, long water flow, in fact, can not 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 little silver and copper money, and often goes down the mountain to come here to turn over the account. It’s not that the master can’t believe in the behaviors of Treasurer Shi and Brother Jia. He seems to be very happy just looking at the surplus on the account books."
The old master nodded and said: "This is a good habit. You can earn a small amount of money and hold on to a large amount of money. Every year you can make more money. The more you save, the more solid your family is, and the better each year."
Chen Lingjun sighed, looked up at the old master, and said sincerely: "The Most Sacred Master speaks truthfully, even I can understand."
The old master seemed to have some thoughts, and smiled: "The Zen Buddhism started from the five ancestors and the six ancestors, and the Dharma has not chosen its roots. In fact, Buddhism has begun to speak very plainly. After that, he gradually became more lofty and obscure. There were countless Buddhist scriptures, and the common people could not understand it again. During the period, Buddhism had a "breaking talk" that went further than the unwritten words, and many monks directly said that they were not happy. When talking about Buddhism and Dharma, if you don’t talk about learning and just talk about the propagation of pulses, it is a bit similar to our Confucian'desire to destroy people'."
Chen Lingjun was confused and didn't dare to say a word. Fortunately, the old master didn't seem to want to talk about it.
The two climbed up the stairs in Qilong Alley together, and the old master asked, "Does this alley have a name?"
Chen Lingjun nodded vigorously, "Yes, it's called Qilong Alley. A little higher, the top of the alley, we locals are used to calling it the tip of the fire."
The old master nodded, "Sure enough, there are mysteries hidden everywhere."
Before leaving his hometown, Lu Chen used to travel freely in the aura of heaven and earth. He also cultivated the clouds and planted yao grass, and the wind and rain followed the monarch in the cloud.
The old master walked to the top of the steps, turned his head and looked at the first steps, and asked, "Jingqing, where is your place of enlightenment?"
Chen Lingjun looked shocked, puzzled and said, "Is there anything you don't know about the knowledge of the Holy Master?"
The old master smiled, "It's not that I can't know, or I don't want to know. It's just that a few of us need to be restrained, otherwise the people, things, and everything in the world will be quickly transformed by us."
"That's why Daozu often stayed in the little lotus cave. Even the Baiyujing was reluctant to move. I was worried that once the'one' passed halfway, everything would begin to become one, involuntarily and irreversibly, first of all the ordinary people under the mountain. , And then the monks on the mountain, and finally the turn of the upper five realms, and maybe at the end, there will only be a group of fourteen realm great monks left in the entire Qingming world. There are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the world, all of which are Taoist temples, no matter how vulgar people stand."
"This was the riverside discussion that year. It was a ten-thousand-year covenant that had long been agreed. Dao Zu was responsible for finding a way to crack it. From the beginning, he was most worried about this."
"Of course the Taoism of Taoist ancestors is very high. Those who can work harder are justified."
Chen Lingjun heard it bitterly and panicked, murmured: "Master Most Holy, tell me what you do."
The old master smiled and said, "I just heard what people said, so you don’t need to say it yourself. Besides, it’s hard for you to say it now. Jingqing, why don’t we make a bet and see if we can say the word'Taozu'? As for the three of us, if you can tell others, even if you win. By the way, I’ll give you a reminder
, The only way to crack it is not to write words, only to understand it. "
Chen Lingjun thought in her heart, just about to say something. For example, when he thought of how to brag with Brother Jia, he started to feel dizzy. After several attempts, Chen Lingjun shook his head and didn't think about it. Wu Yi Shi said: "My place of cultivation is Huang Ting Guo Yu Jiang."
The old master said, "Huang Ting Jing, that is a Daoist Sutra. I heard that by reciting this sutra, people who can refine the mind and gain the Tao, over time, all the gods are with them. There are many techniques, and when you look at it carefully, they are actually all Similar paths, such as the way of thinking for a cultivator, is to plant rice in the heart, to train the spirit of the morale, to cultivate, and every time you break, it is a spring planting and autumn harvest in a year. The ten realms of pure martial arts On the first level, the beauty of aura is just about the same number of ways. It swallows the mountains and rivers, turns it into one's own use, sees it as believable, then returns to the void, gathers together, and becomes one's own territory."
"So Taoism respects the emptiness of oneself, Confucianism says that a gentleman is not a weapon, and Buddhism says that it is empty, and that all aspects are incompatible."
Listening to these brain-painful words, the forehead of the boy in Tsing Yi became a lock of hair because of sweat. It was very funny, and the more I thought about it, the more I became afraid.
Chen Lingjun spread out his hands, sweaty, and wrinkled pitifully, "Holy Master, I'm very nervous at the moment. You can't remember what the old man said, can you wait for my master to come home and tell him Go, my master has a good memory, likes to learn things, and learns everything fast. Tell him, he must know everything, and he can draw inferences from other things."
The old master was noncommittal, smiled, and changed the subject, "Your master's gentleman, that is, the old scholar of Wen Sheng, has he ever said something about the word'Royal'?"
Chen Lingjun looked dull and blank.
Master Wen Sheng is my master's husband, and not my master Jingqing's husband. The most sacred teacher, you are a bit unprepared in the school examinations like this, you really don't conform to the rules of the world.
Forget it, the Most Sacred Master is not a mess.
Alas, if Mr. is here, no matter what the Most Holy Master says, he can take it. Is it possible that I will read more books in the future? There are a lot of books on the mountain, the old cook, hehe...
Hey, hey, the Most Sacred Master was standing beside him, looking for death, Chen Lingjun slapped himself directly, his mother's shot became heavy, and his face was stern.
The old master smiled and said, "You don't need to be so restrained.
"A person's many desires are due to his nature, which of course will make people make many mistakes, but every time we know, admit and correct mistakes, we are adding bricks to the foot of this world, and adding tiles to the heights of the house of inferior travel. In fact. That’s a good thing. As Tao Zu said, even he is a passer-by on earth, which is a big truth, but everyone can walk more smoothly for future generations and do things within their power, which can benefit others and themselves. , Why not do it. Of course, if there are people who only pursue the pure freedom in their hearts, it is also a kind of freedom that is understandable."
The old master smiled and gave the answer: "It's the "General" that says that the emperor Yuju, the princes Yutu, and the doctor serve the wat. Earlier, Yu, Shiye. Earlier, there is also an old yellow calendar. , The saints migrate to the four evils, scattered around the world, to guard against the charm."
The Most Sacred Master patted the head of the boy in Tsing Yi and said with a smile: "The green snake is in the box."
When we arrived at Ni Ping Alley, Chen Lingjun was still leading the way. He first introduced the restored Cao’s ancestral house, and then walked towards the two houses adjacent to Chen Ping’an and Song Jixin. The old master walked slowly, making a slight detour. I stopped and glanced at the place where the kiln workers buried the rouge boxes in the past.
Water burns fire.
Qingtong Tianjun is indeed embarrassing.
This rain master, in the ancient heavenly court, was the second highest deity of the Water Ministry, second only to the water Li Liu.
All traces of the "San Dao" were erased by the old man from the drug store. Moreover, this San Dao is very measured. It is not the kind of brain thrown to Chen Ping An, but more like a young man in Ni Ping Alley. A seed gradually blooms.
The ancient gods of the old heaven have no distinction between men and women in the eyes of later generations. If a relatively precise definition must be given, it is the difference between yin and yang proposed by Taoist ancestors.
In the heavy rain, a thin teenager blocked a gorgeously dressed peer in this alley and pinched the other's neck.
The straw shoe boy once caught a little loach and gave it to the little slug, who was kept in a tank.
Of course there is also the buried rouge box of the kiln worker here.
Song Jixin squatted on the wall to watch the excitement, and Chen Ping'an rescued Liu Xianyang.
On the way to the Da Sui Academy together, after getting along day and night, Li Huai alone was the closest to Chen Ping An and most recognized in his heart.
Countless similar "little things" hide extremely obscure and far-reaching thoughts and divine transformations.
Not only was Chen Ping'an silently obtained, but also Chen Ping's own divinity was lost. This is the power of Old Man Yang's handwriting.
Every time he affirms others, Chen Ping'an will lose a part of his divinity, but every time a certain affirmation after self-denial, he can quietly eat part of the accumulated divinity in his body.
Moreover, Li Baoping's innocent heart, all the unconstrained thoughts and thoughts, are also a kind of "unification" to some extent. Ma Kuxuan's wanton and reckless behavior is not pure. Li Huai's Hongfu Qitian, Lin Shouyi's "shouyi" method that is almost innately familiar, Liu Xianyang's talent is extraordinary, he can learn everything very quickly, and has a handy situation far beyond ordinary people. Song Jixin uses dragon energy as his practice. At the beginning, Zhigui is expected to be reborn, and after regaining his true dragon posture, he will continue to make further progress. Taoyexiang Xie Ling's "acceptance, swallowing, digestion" Taoism is the road to heaven, the of fire Ruan Xiu and the of water Li Liu's supreme divinity overlooks the world, and constantly gathers fragments of humanity...
All the younger generations in the town are blindfolded.
In this silent struggle between the heavens and the realms, everyone originally hoped to be that one.
The old master raised his arm and shook his head with a virtual hand.
There is a three feet above the head.
The ancient gods created the human race. The water is the basis, and the water is from the long river of time. After that, the soil is formed, and human beings have the roughest form and spirit.
Daozu and Chen Lingjun chatted, and casually mentioned the interdependence of mountains and rivers. After all, it's actually talking about the principle of human beings. Haoran mountains and rivers are so, people are even more so.
So Cui Dongshan once said that the ancestor of the Three Educations, only on the issue of the water on the road, was friendly and never quarreled.
Fire refining is a technique, and what the refining is a part of the pure divinity gifted by the gods to the human race. This is the way of fire alchemy.
Therefore, above the earth, human beings who have both innate divinity but lack a complete divinity at the same time will have seven emotions and six desires, and all kinds of complex dispositions.
The so-called "golden branches and jade leaves" by the monks is to use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as branches and leaves, and this as wood.
This is the earliest five elements of heaven and earth.
And where does the heaven and earth aura, which is suitable for spiritual people to practice the path, come from? It is the aftermath of the heavenly path that has not been completely integrated into the long river of time after the corpses of many gods have disappeared.
This determines why the human race is the blessed head of all spirits in the world, and why the demon race must abandon the advantages of innate physique toughness and must develop a personal shape if it wants to cultivate and climb high.
There was an agreement between Sanjiao Patriarch and Old Man Yang. As long as the latter abides by the oath, Sanjiao Patriarch's eyes will not look at this place.
It's just a family of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and soldiers. The saints of past generations will be responsible for staring at the Flying Ascension Platform and Zhenjian Tower here.
In fact, Old Man Yang never breached the contract in the end.
The old master smiled, that's right, only Thousand Days is a thief, there is no reason for Thousand Days to guard against thieves. However, the most fundamental reason was Qingtong Tianjun's final choice. It was too clever and there were too many blindfolds. The most important thing is that Old Man Yang did not choose Chen Pingan from the beginning, but kept betting and adding chips bit by bit. This kind of behavior is too inconspicuous in the life of the old man Yang Wannian painted in prison. Of the younger generation, Song Jixin, Zhao You, and Gu Can, who did not receive one or even a few rounds of gifts back then? On Chen Ping'an, the old man Yang's bet was rather "stingy", as if only a little bit of oil was added to key points that were not easily detectable a few times, and a light was always on the wind and rain.
For example, a five-year-old child must go up the mountain to collect medicine to exchange money from the pharmacy, and then buy the medicine home before he can cook the medicine.
"I can't beat the equivalent of exchange", this truth, how many adults, how many mountain cultivators, may live a lifetime without understanding.
Another example is the "crossing the river" in Chen Ping'an when he was young. Someone needed to pull it so that the child would not jump into the flood and the old man Yang appeared.
The old master glanced at the end of the alley and squinted. Well, as expected, the child wandered in the alley back then. From dusk to night, the child finally waited until someone opened the door. It was the woman’s own kindness. It's also the intentional traction of Old Man Yang... No, it's not Tianjun Qingtong! The old master stepped out and stood sideways against the wall. After one hand was negative, the other hand and the fingers were brought together, gently twisting the dotted line.
Is it the old man Yao who reincarnated from Medicine Buddha?
"Human nature is a cage given to mankind by gods."
"Freedom is a punishment."
Buddhism talks about self-nature and emphasizes that the heart is the Buddha. It is to hope that people can use great perseverance, great enlightenment and great compassion to change the trajectory slightly and create a brand new one on the top of the mountain that originally led to the complete and pure divinity. the way.
The old master turned his head, like a hungry child standing in the alley. He was thin and thin with a yellowish face. He first heard the door opening. The child seemed to be unable to believe it. He trot a few steps, then stopped, and saw the dim patch. Bright, suddenly gushing from the door into the alley, blinked, and finally stared at the woman who opened the door in a daze.
The hope in despair is often like this. When it first comes, it is not joy, but can't believe it.
In the child's eyes at that time, the radiance gradually glowing, as bright as a pair of eyes, with the sun and the moon.
A lonely alley kid, at that moment
, Blooming an extremely bright humanity.
It is hope.
And this kind of humanity and hope will support the child to grow up.
The old master turned his head and looked around, and across a wall, he looked at the future Shujian Lake and saw the haggard and withered accountant.
The old master retracted his gaze and sighed. Cui Yang, who was slanted with his sword, was really not afraid that Chen Ping'an would kill Gu Can with a punch, or would he just leave?
Once Chen Ping'an's humanity is cut off here, the sequelae will be too great to imagine. After Chen Ping'an's various travels and training, especially the training of the human mind as a hermit, will make Chen Ping'an's ability to cover up mistakes, will infinitely approach Cui Yang's self-deception, and become unconscious.
Fuck you embroidered tiger, one is not careful, maybe Chen Ping'an is the one who "repairs the old as the old, not the new" now.
The old master whispered and cursed.
Chen Lingjun always stood at the door of his master, and felt more at ease here.
The old master turned his head and smiled and said: "Jingqing, wait a while here, I will go to a place and come back soon."
Chen Lingjun straightened up immediately, and replied loudly, "It's a good order! I won't move here anymore!"
A water temple in Qingluan State, the Hebo Temple, which covers an area of ​​more than ten acres, was fortunately not affected by the war and was preserved. Now the incense is more and more prosperous.
In the veranda of the fourth entrance, the old master stood under the wall with inscriptions on the wall, including Pei Qian’s "Heaven and Earth Aqi" and "Pei Qian and Master Are Here", as well as Zhu Lian's cursive script. Dry pen and light ink, more than a hundred characters, all in one go. However, the old master paid more attention, and he focused on the two sentences.
The old master looked up to read the words, and smiled.
The moon is in the sky, the moon is in the world, and the moon is on the shoulders of studying for school.
The wind in the mountains, the wind by the water, the wind at the foot of the sword, the wind in the sage’s study, the wind blowing duckweed meet.
It's a good wind and moon, and the broken circle meets again.
Lu Chen was on the Great Wall of Jianqi, saying that the moon in the sky is gathering snow, and the snow in the world is breaking away from the moon. In the final analysis, they are going back one by one.
And Zhu Lian’s cursive inscriptions are on the wall, more than a hundred words, all belong to unintentional words, in fact, apart from the text, aside from the content, what it really expresses is the "gathering and dispersing" of "gathering like mountains, scattered like wind and rain" meaning. The former Zhu Lian, and the current Lu Shen, can be regarded as a mysterious and mysterious echo.
How could Daozu stand such a direct disciple who only likes to watch theaters and is quiet and inactive.
In the end, Lizhu Dongtian made such a big movement. Lu Chen, who had been here for many years, contributed to the situation. He had to count his share and couldn't escape.
This time, temporarily borrowing a fourteen-level Taoist technique to Chen Ping An, and traveling with a few sword practitioners in the barren hinterland, is considered to have made up for it.
The reason why Taoist ancestors was willing to look at it again was that the choice made by Chen Ping An as a young hidden official was very important.
Return to Mud Bottle Alley.
The old master walked up to Chen Lingjun and looked at the yellow mud wall in the yard. It is conceivable that when the house owner was young, carrying a basket of wild vegetables and returning home from the river, he must often hold dog's tail grass, string small fish, and dry it. Adult dried fish, do not want to waste at all, crunchy and crispy, the whole dried fish, the child will only eat the stomach, may still not have enough to eat, but can survive.
The people regard food as their heaven.
Both Jiagububo are the foundation of Shengmin and Shiji.
Every family has plenty of food and clothing.
Pedestrians on the road, warm clothes and shoes.
After holding his hands, the old master 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 hanging in the air, and muttered: "The Most Sacred Master, although my husband is a sword immortal, he is a master of martial arts, a mountain master of Luopo Mountain, and a hermit of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. But I know that what my master wants most is to be a scholar with a clear conscience. It has not been easy to walk along the way. The truth is that the most undesirable meal in the world is not just a Baijiafan? Because of myself. If you don’t have a home, you have to eat a hundred food. And my master is nostalgic and most grateful. How did the elders come from the sky? It’s because my master talked with the elderly when he was a child. So these years are actually very hard. Every time I go back to my hometown, I will come here to sit. It is the master reminding myself that I can’t forget my roots. Your old man is the grandfather of scholars, so don’t allow others to bully him."
The old master smiled and said, "Then if you forget your roots, your master will be able to live more easily?"
Chen Lingjun said without hesitation: "A good man lives in peace, and a good man lives in peace!"
The old master smiled and said, "This is indeed a very beautiful thing, and it is 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, patted the boy in Tsing Yi on the shoulder, smiled, "Go."
Chen Lingjun let go, and when he landed, he wondered: "Sage Master, where are we going next? Go to Wenwu Temple?"
The old master smiled and said: "I have slapped Daozu on the shoulder, and that one is not bad anymore. In the future, when talking about heroes at the wine table, where is your opponent?"
Chen Lingjun was sweating and waved his hands vigorously without saying a word.
Most Holy Master, are you cheating me? !
The old master reached out his hand and grabbed the Tsing Yi boy by the arm, "What are you afraid of, isn't it?"
Chen Lingjun stood on his feet, leaned back, and almost shed tears on the spot, and howled: "I'm not going, I'm really not going! My master believes in Buddhism, and I also followed, the kind of sincere, we fell in love. Shanfeng, the number one purpose, is to treat people with sincerity..."
If the master finds out in the future, Chen Lingjun can't beat him.
On the side of Luopo Mountain, there was a table at the entrance of the mountain. On the other side, there was a little girl in black, carrying a golden pole on her shoulders, a green bamboo stick across her knees, and a small cotton satchel slung, sitting on a small bamboo chair.
She saw an old Taoist standing over the table, rubbing her eyes, not her dizziness, the little girl leaned the hiking stick and golden pole against the bamboo chair, immediately stood up, and ran to the tall old Taoist. He stood still, raised his head and asked, "Old Taoist, are you thirsty? We have tea here for customers."
The little girl added, "No money!"
Seeing that the old Taoist said nothing, Xiao Mi Li said again: "Ha, the tea is not well-known. The tea comes from our own old tea tree on the mountain. The old chef personally fryed it. It is this year's new tea."
Laoguan nodded and sat on the bench.
Compared to the small town, he was relieved.
Otherwise, Chen Ping'an had to settle this account, and it would lose his identity to shoot the little reptile.
Those with thin ground will not produce big things, and those with shallow water will not swim.
Before the millet is used to boil the water, first open the cotton bag and take out a large handful of melon seeds on the table. In fact, there are melon seeds in the two sleeves. The little girl is showing off to outsiders.
Xiao Mi Li asked, "Old Taoist, is it enough? If it is not enough, I still have it."
The old Guanzhu thought of the "Jingqing Daoist friend" again. The words were almost the same, but they were so different. The old Guanzhu rarely had a smiling face and said, "Enough."
The little girl in black asked the old man to wait for a while, and she went busy on her own.
Soon, carrying a tin can of tea and a pot of boiling water, he poured a bowl of tea for the old man, and the millet grains left.
Old Guanzhu smiled and asked, "Won't the little girl sit for a while?"
The little girl shook her head vigorously, "No, sister Nuanshu forbids, saying that it will prevent the guests from uncomfortable drinking tea."
Xiao Mi Li finally reminded: "By the way, the tea that has just been boiled, the old man is careful to burn it."
Old Guanzhu smiled, and his sincere words remembered the mud-legged man carrying the "long breath" into the lotus root.
There are so many things in the world as hairs. I have small things as big as a fight.
Lao Guanzhu raised the tea bowl and asked with a smile: "You are the right guardian of Luopo Mountain, right?"
Zhou Mili was about to turn around and immediately nodded vigorously.
The little girl pursed her lips and smiled, with a small face, big eyes, and two faint yellow eyebrows. There is joy everywhere.
The old Taoist was so open and bright, she had already taken a seat without being polite.
Millet sits on the bench, nibbling on melon seeds, not to disturb the old master drinking tea.
For no reason, I discovered that the old cook had come to the gate of the mountain at some point. Millet clapped his hands and asked curiously: "Old cook, how come down the mountain today? I finished reading the book?"
Zhu Lian smiled and said, "It's not yet, you have to watch it slowly."
Xiao Mi Li turned his head to look at the old Taoist chief, stretched out his hand to block his mouth, "Old Taoist, the old cook is our chief steward of Laoposhan, cooking is a must-have! If the two of you meet each other, you will be lucky."
Lao Guanzhu nodded, "No matter how bad guests come to the door and give the little girl such a treat, you have to make money with kindness. Old people from the rivers and lakes will fall in love."
Zhu Lian smiled and said, "Xiao Mi Li, can you let me have a few words with this old Taoist leader alone."
Millet nodded obediently, opened the cotton satchel again, poured some melon seeds for the old cook and the old chieftain on the table, sat on the bench, turned his hips, stood firmly on the ground, then turned around, held his fists, and left.
Zhu Lian and Lao Guanzhu held their fists together and sat down, sitting opposite each other, and poured themselves a bowl of tea.
Lao Guanzhu smiled and said, "What does Cangye do? I have a good skin that can make heaven and earth seductive."
Zhu Lian laughed off.
Seeing each other on the top of the mountain, you still see the people who were watching.
The old master asked: "When will you wake up from dream?"
The most promising great monk among the fifteenth realms after the Patriarch of the Three Teachings is the one in front of him.
Zhu Lian answered the question: "Life is like a book. All the people and things we encounter are foreshadowing in the book."
Lao Guanzhu nodded and said: "So there are no coincidences and no books. Some coincidences are indescribable, such as far away in the sky, Chen Shiyi. Chen is one. The other is Chen."