The sky is getting brighter, the red sun comes out, and the night fades away.

In the manor built along the mountain, several Taoists were squeaking the mess of last night, and the other small courtyard was filled with the sweetness of porridge and rice.

When Taoist priests think of vegetarian food, he naturally didn't picky about food and feasted. He had never eaten anything after chasing them these days.

"Sir, eat slowly..."

Several old Taoists were frightened to see it. This adult had eaten the amount of five or six of them a day.

Looking at the empty table like the wind and the clouds swept away, the skylark held the bowl and finally realized it after a while.

Got hungry again...

If you know martial arts, you may not be the best.

Looking at these shabby Taoist priests, Yang Yu felt a little touched.

He was robbed and was worried about face, and he didn't know how to do business at all. He was afraid of being poked at the back of the court, so he guarded a Taoist temple and several acres of wasteland.

It’s fine when it’s normal, although there is not much incense and there is no shortage of food in the deep mountains, but it’s hard to escape the drought for years.

Fasting only exists in legends.

The reality is that no matter whether it is a peddler, a general, a monk, a Taoist, or a warrior, he has to eat.

Moreover, those who practice martial arts have a very high appetite.

Taking Yang Yu himself as an example, he swallowed elixirs that replenish blood and qi every day, and gold and iron beans can replenish some physical strength, but his appetite is still ten times greater than that of ordinary people.

They do not have the skill of eating soil, and it is natural that they are being controlled by others in this year of the Great Wilderness.

Of course, if they could let go of their face, even the current chaos in Deyang Prefecture would be impossible to deal with the court.

"The food intake of sir is amazing."

The old master of Miaofa put down the bowls and chopsticks, and the tense strings in his heart gradually relaxed.

This famous Yang Qianhu doesn't seem so difficult to get along with. Of course, this thought just flashed through.

"You may have all kinds of difficulties, but if you do something wrong, you have to accept the punishment!"

Yu Yang put down his bowls and chopsticks.

"I will accept the punishment."

The old master sighed, and people had to bow their heads under the eaves.

"You don't need to feel wronged. Although you didn't personally participate in the ambush, you can set up an altar in this manor, and you have the intention of cutting off their rear for them."

He picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, and Yang Yu said lightly.

If you have difficulties, it doesn’t mean that you are understandable.

The mist of the altar made him smell the danger. Assuming that it was not him chasing him, but Qi Gang, who was severely injured, was afraid he would fall here.

He naturally had a scale in his heart for this matter.

"Let the adults deal with it."

The old Taoist Miao glanced at the two junior brothers who were sitting, who were expressionless, and the ignorant skylark, and sighed again.

He knew that since Yang Qianhu did not take action directly, there must be something he had to wait for him to cooperate.

I feel uncomfortable for this kind of person to take charge of the fish, but he has no choice.

If he leaves, wouldn’t these fools be eaten?

"How to deal with it, that's a story."

Yang Yu waved his hand, looked directly at the old Taoist, and asked:

"I heard that all the true practices of Buddhism and Taoism abide by the Three Refuges and Five Precepts, is there such a thing?"

He still remembers the old monk Hui'an from Lanke Temple who once said that keeping precepts. He has heard similar statements many times in recent years.

However, it is too difficult to find people from both Buddhist and Taoist schools.

The monk who abstinently knew little and did not know much. When he met these Taoist priests this time, he naturally wanted to prove it.

"Mencius should pay attention to precepts first..."

The Miaofa Lao Taoist looked a little subtle. He guessed what Yang Yu wanted to ask. After pondering slightly, he replied:

"However, the difficulty of keeping precepts lies in action and in the heart. It's easy to say that action is, there are many monks and Taoists who abide by the precepts, but the difficulty lies in the heart."

"Heart?"

Yang Yu chewed the old Taoist words and felt thoughts in his heart:

"Whether the mind is concerned, no one is perfect in the world. In life in the world, one has all kinds of desires. If one keeps the precepts with one's heart, if one keeps the eight precepts, it is probably no longer a human being, but an immortal or a Buddha."

For people with strong self-control, not to mention Bajie, they can even follow many precepts, but their hearts are not so simple.

Who can control his heart?

"What the lord said is, but what we are seeking for monks is peace of mind..."

The Miaofa nodded slightly, expressed his agreement, and then said:

"According to my ancestors, if a person wants to become an immortal and a Buddha, keeping precepts is a process that must be followed. Unfortunately, the old Taoist is dull. Now that he has reached the point, he dare not say that he can keep the 'one precept', let alone the 'eight precepts'."

"If you want to become an immortal Buddha, you must have all the eight precepts?"

Yu Yang raised his eyebrows.

This is not the first time he has heard of similar words, but even the legendary immortals and Buddhas can achieve such a state, right?

"Who are immortals and Buddhas who have power but no mind state?"

The Wonderful Pharaoh responded calmly:

"According to the old Taoist view, the so-called immortals and Buddhas in the legend are just mortals who have gone further than us, and they are not considered true immortals and Buddhas in the classics."

"Something."

Yu Yang looked up to this old man again.

His martial arts skills are loose and his qi and blood are also declining. However, his views are quite good. He is not considered a true cultivation, but he is also a true Taoist priest.

This is much better than his two junior brothers.

"Although my Moyun Sect has only been more than 700 years, the ancestors have left some more secrets, and there are some Taoist sects in the middle of the sect. The old Taoist has been a monk for more than 70 years, and the only way to be content with his own self is to read Taoist sects carefully."

The Wonderful Dharma Master is a little satisfied.

For a Taoist priest, he is almost as good as the "Five Traits of Learning" of Confucian scholars.

Seeing him like this, Yang Yu lightly slammed the desktop:

“Continue.”

"The Tao contains words, and the practice of various things is the first priority. The eight precepts of Buddhism and Taoism are actually quite different. After all, I have been a Taoist for a longer period of time, and it may not be known if Buddhism learns more from it."

"Say the point!"

Yu Yang glared at him.

"Ahem!"

The old Taoist Miaofa was choked and saw that Yang Yu looked bad, so he restrained himself a little, saying:

"According to my ancestors, the fruit of Tao is the essence of heaven and earth, the basis of enlightenment, and keeping precepts is the path to immortals and Buddhas. Both are indispensable and complement each other.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Of course, this is just a saying. The old Taoist has lived for more than 70 years and has never seen anyone with Taoist fruits..."

The two of them asked and answered questions and said that the sun was noon.

Miaoyun, Yunque and others really couldn't sit still, but they didn't dare to leave without permission. The two old Taoists were fine, but Yunque was getting more and more unable to sit still.

Seeing that the sun was rising, he hurriedly called the tidy servants and told them to sit for more meals. He was so hungry that he couldn't stand it.

From early morning to dusk, the conversation between the two lasted all day. After arriving, even the other two old Taoists could not sit still.

After looking at the burning clouds in the sky, the old Taoist Miaoyun, who had been silent for a whole day, spoke:

"Mr. Yang, it's getting late. If you have anything to say, I'll say it tomorrow, okay?"

"Junior brother, I'll leave now. So what if I get to know my brother and Lord Yang, I just talk to each other at night with candles?"

The Wonderful Dharma Master seems to be unhappy.

"It's getting late, so I'll take a break early, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Yu Yang was silent.

He didn't care about Miaoyun's cold words, and signaled to the few people to let him go. He casually found a guest room and asked him to boil water for him.

The skylark is like being amnesty.

The momentum of this Qianhu Lord was really heavy, and this day was simply tormenting.

"Senior brother, you are too spineless!"

Unwilling to leave the courtyard, Old Taoist Miaoyun could no longer help but feel angry.
To be continued...