The second-birth Taoist, who is already twenty-seven or eight years old, is still like a child because he has a good master, the round and fat Taoist Qingguo. He has been taking him with him since he was four years old, for fear that he would get a little bit of aura of the world.

"Master."

The second Taoist asked: "Why did you give me this Dharma name?"

"You have asked this boring question six or seven hundred times."

"But you haven't answered."

"When you see your uncle in the future, ask him."

"I'll ask you."

"well......"

Taoist Qingguo put down the pig elbow in his hand: "The reason why I gave you the Dharma name as the second book is because people have two things that cannot be forgotten at all. One book is the original heart, and the second book is the nature. If you keep the original heart and nature, you will be able to achieve great success and realize the Tao and enlighten the mind."

"That's how it is."

The second Taoist was a little confused: "Why didn't you answer such a serious reason before?"

"Didn't this just come to mind...No, isn't this just come to mind?"

“Is there any difference?”

"No."

The Qingyun Taoist, who was drunk all day long, gave a blank look at Taoist Qingguo, and then looked at the second edition: "My junior, don't ask your master next time, when is he passing by? It was your uncle who gave you this Dharma name back then. He said that one book is too boring, and it is better to have a second edition."

"Why?"

"Because one is serious, of course the second is not serious."

The second Taoist shook his head: "I'd better believe in my master."

He looked at Grandpa Shi sitting cross-legged. The old Taoist was ninety years old. Although his hair was a little thinner and his teeth were thinner than his hair, he could eat, sleep and move. Grandpa Shi always said that people like him were born with a Taoist heart and it was natural to live for granted. However, since his teeth became fewer and fewer, he had more resentment because he could not chew his elbows. In order to comfort him, the uncles and masters chewed their elbows for him to see.

Grandpa Shi also said that when he was a child, he did not have the worries of not being able to meditate and enter into meditation. Other people's minds are not calm or calm, so they are always distracted and thoughts and it is difficult to enter into meditation. However, he is different. He can fall asleep after sitting down and does not snore. However, he is not like other brothers, he just sleeps and snores, and is always discovered by Grandpa Shi's master.

Grandpa’s master said, you can sleep, don’t quarrel at me to sleep, otherwise I will hit you.

It is not easy to pass this lineage to the second Taoist.

People in the world say that Zen Buddhism will be particularly active in the prosperous times and in troubled times. When the Zen Buddhism is prosperous, people will be particularly active and incense will be strong. Taoists will live quietly in their own Taoist temples. If there are troubled times, Taoists will carry their swords down the mountain. Three-foot Qingfeng cannot do too much. Grandpa’s master said, what is the original nature of the heart? Eight words... I see injustice on the road, fuck him.

Grandpa Shi was meditating again, Uncle Qingyun was still drinking, and Master and Uncle Qinglin were snatching pig elbows.

The second-birth Taoist held his cheeks and looked at these relatives, thinking that it was the fun of Master Qingsong at that time. I still remember that when I was six or seven years old, Master Qingsong took him to catch the turtle in the pond at the foot of the mountain. He asked Master Qingsong to fish for bait, what to use for fishing for turtle? Master asked him to take off his pants and stand in the water, saying that he used earthworms to fish for turtle. He asked the earthworms, and the master said that he was under his crotch...

"Master."

"Um?"

"Is the master's martial arts the strongest?"

"Of course not, it's a bit worse than mine."

"Serious."

"Well, it's limited to your strength than me. Your master's martial arts are second-rate in the world. This is your master's comment."

"Where are you, Master?"

"Second and a half."

"Where is me?"

"You are not yet in the market."

"Oh...but why do you always say that you are the first-class teacher?"

"He is shameless."

"Master, I heard that my uncle was not a Taoist in our Taoist temple. At first, there were only Grandpa and you three in the Taoist temple. But why did my uncle become the eldest brother? Uncle Qinglin said that when my uncle came, he said he had stayed for a while, so why did he enter our Taoist temple?"

"Because he is talented and simple, your master can tell at a glance that he is a rare genius in a century, so he accepted him as his disciple."

"Shouldn't that be your junior brother?"

"Can you stop asking?"

Taoist Qingyun glanced at the second Taoist drunkenly: "Why don't you ask me? I just said that your master is not serious anymore."

"Uncle Master, tell me."

"That year."

Taoist Qingyun took a sip of wine: "Although your master is also a Taoist, he is not a disciple of our Taoist temple. He heard that King Liu has a wise spirit, so he wanted to go and see it, but he didn't know how to meet His Highness King Liu. Later, he found out that King Liu often came to our Taoist temple to taste tea and discuss Taoism, so he came and said he wanted to be a civil servant. We saw that others were good and accepted it. He also saw that he was humble and honest, and he was indeed a few years older than us, so he made him become the eldest brother."

"That's how it is."

The second Taoist thought for a while: "But this does not fit your personality."

The Taoist Qinglin, who was gnawing his elbow next to him, burst out laughing: "Don't tease him. That year, your master went up the mountain and said he wanted to stay. The Taoist sect was a family. Your master said, "You can just stay there. There is still a shortage of people who sweepers and cook in the Taoist temple. Your master was stunned and said, "I can't sweepers and cook. Your master said that if you want to stay, you have to sweepers and cook. Your master said, "Where are the elder brothers who sweepers and cook for the junior brothers?"

"Then what?"

"Then we fight him one by one, but we can't even beat him. Of course he is the eldest brother."

"Did Grandpa Shi care?"

"At that time, your master was standing by and watching. Your master defeated the three of us and looked at your master again. Your master said something and calmed down your master."

"It's still great to Master, what did you say?"

"Your master said, what are you looking at? If you dare to hit me, I will cheat you."

Taoist Qinglin said, "Think about your grandfather, how old will he be at that time?"

The second Taoist wants to cover his face.

Taoist Qinglin said seriously: "This is the inheritance of our Taoist temple. We have always been so fair and selfless, and so clear and peaceful."

They lived in a small inn. Fuyun Town was not big at first, and it was still more prosperous this year because a wealthy businessman from another place found that the wild mulberry trees outside Fuyun Town were good. Anyway, no one could tell where they came from, so the wealthy businessman rented large areas of fields to grow mulberry and hemp. It was rumored that the wealthy businessman was in the cloth and brocade business and also engaged in medicinal materials business. I heard that his pharmacy shop was particularly famous in Jiangnan Dao and had several generations of famous doctors. It was rumored that many years ago, His Majesty, the founding emperor of Daning, was seriously injured when he was in war. It was the famous doctor who cured it.

The name of the small inn is Huanpeng, which is not an elegant name, and its meaning is simple and clear.

The owner of the inn is a very honest couple, and they are both in the inside and out.

At noon, there were carriages and horses outside the door. A group of more than a dozen carriages stopped outside. A group of handsome men stopped the carriages and horses quickly, and then began to carry things down. The inn owner and the proprietress hurriedly greeted them out. They were stunned at a glance. The dozen cars must have 70 or 80 people, and the inn could not stay in.

"Don't worry, we can live in a few rooms and sleep in the yard that we can't live in. We bring our own tents."

A middle-aged man who looked smart and capable in his thirties said to the boss politely: "I just want you to prepare more food. We are all in business and have a lot of appetite. We don't need to have any exquisite and good ones. Just stew with big iron pots and enough white steamed buns."

"Okay OK."

The boss took the silver ingots handed to him by the man, which could be worth ten taels of silver. This small inn may not be able to earn ten taels of silver in half a year.

The middle-aged man in a blue shirt got off the last one from the carriage. The clothes on his body were exquisite, but not brocade. He obviously had no fame and fame. His clothes were cut in a well-fitting way. Although they were not brocade, he looked expensive and looked good.

He looked around thirty-seven or eight years old, without a beard, and was well maintained, so he should be older. After entering the inn, he looked at the environment and whispered: "People are divided into five teams and take turns to be on duty. All places outside the town can enter and exit must be taken care of. If anything is wrong, send a signal."

He waited for his subordinates to set up the tent: "I'll sleep in the tent, you can go to the inn."

"Owner."

Just as his subordinate was about to persuade him, the middle-aged man waved his hand: "You guys work harder than me, go and rest first."

Without another sentence, he lowered his head and got into the tent. The man behind him followed him in with a thick stack of account books. Not long after, a series of crisp abacus sounds came from inside, just like the sound of horse hooves galloping to the ground.

Sitting next to the tent, the young man flipping the account book, looking like he was eighteen or nineteen years old. He flipped quickly, page by page, and the time he opened each page was the same, because he knew very well how fast the middle-aged man settled the accounts, and his fingers flew and moved on the abacus, just like a dance.

"Second uncle."

The young man couldn't help but ask: "What kind of person is uncle?"

"Your uncle..."

The middle-aged man stopped his hand and looked up at the young man: "Younian, I will never want you to be a person like your uncle. He is too selfish... If he stays at home with his talents and abilities, our business will be at least twice as large as it is now, but he left at the time and didn't even leave a word."

Shen Younian nodded: "I understand."

"But you have to respect him."

Shen Shengsan let out a long sigh: "He doesn't look like the Shen family at the very least, but he is better than any Shen family. Although your grandfather threw a cup back then and said that the Shen family would not have your uncle in the future, and they would cut off all relationships with him, but think about it, during the New Year and the Festival, when you were having dinner during the New Year and the Festival, you don't have a blank space around your grandfather? Don't put a bowl and chopstick in front of the empty space? What your grandfather doesn't like to drink the least is sorghum wine, but your uncle loved to drink it at the time, but since your uncle left, your grandfather started drinking sorghum wine..."

Shen Younian laughed: "Of course I know, my father said that my uncle is the real hero and hero."

"fart."

Chen Shengsan snorted: "Have you ever seen such a bad hero? Although the news this time is unknown and most likely a game, we still have to come. If we see your uncle, we will tie it back and kowtow in front of your grandfather and admit our mistake."

Shen Younian said: "If he doesn't kowtow and admits his mistake, I will... not call him uncle!"

"You are so cruel."

Chen Shengsan gave him a blank look: "Continue to turn over."

The abacus sounded again.

At the same time, on the official road of Gyeonggi Province, a fleet of chariots and horses were heading south. The carriage was pitch black like ink, like a large inkstone moving forward. However, there was a fiery red logo on the carriage, which made people feel awe-inspired when they saw it. It was the logo of the Tingwei Mansion.

Han Huanzhi sat in the carriage and looked at Chen Leng in front of her, as if she had a new discovery and new insights into this guy.
To be continued...