Chapter six hundred and sixteen almost loan shortfall
White clouds are floating and the palace is majestic.
"Disciple has met sir."
Chu Chen stood at the foot of the steps and did not address Heavenly Master. Instead, he respectfully bowed to his disciples and called him "Sir."
"Hmm~"
Mr. Ming Jing nodded slightly, very satisfied with Chu Chen's title.
Compared with titles such as Crown Prince, Heavenly Master, and Heavenly Marshal, he prefers others to call him "Sir."
The days he misses most are the days when he preached and taught in the Taoist Academy.
"Ling Xiao, let me ask you, what happened yesterday when you were reading the annotations of the Taoist Sutra?"
After Mr. Ming Jing finished speaking, his inquiring eyes fell on Chu Chen.
The matter is indeed related to Taoism.
Chu Chen was a little nervous at first. The Heart Temple was his biggest secret, and he had never mentioned it even to his close relatives. This time it involved the Xiaguang of the Heart Temple, and he immediately became cautious.
After thinking for a moment, Chu Chen nodded, and then said aggrievedly:
"Sir, Senior Shang Yangzi's Taoist annotations are quite consistent with mine. I think I have understood some of the true meaning of alchemy, but my evaluation is much lower than I expected."
"I'm not afraid of sir's jokes. I originally thought I could win a second-class lottery."
Mr. Mirror continued to ask:
"Why didn't you mention it on the spot?"
Chu Chen smiled sheepishly:
"Sir, I haven't been practicing Taoism for a long time, and my attainments in classics are definitely not as good as other Taoist masters in other counties. I was too embarrassed to mention it at the banquet. After consulting Senior Qingzhu afterwards, the more I thought about it, the more something was wrong."
"Sir, what happened afterwards?"
Mr. Ming Jing nodded slightly and joked:
"You are really capable. The God who keeps the scriptures will report to me afterwards. Your understanding of the Taoist scriptures shows that your spirituality is overdrawn. The dense spiritual atmosphere at the banquet is the reflection of the scriptures. Now the spirituality of the scriptures has been greatly damaged and almost destroyed."
"this"
Chu Chen was shocked. He almost destroyed the Taoist scriptures inherited by Zhenyi. That was no small matter.
"Tell me, what's going on? Even if a monk with great supernatural powers can comprehend this sutra, he will not lose his spirituality. You are very capable."
Mr. Ming Jing's expression was dull, with a faint smile, and he could not see much emotion.
When Chu Chen heard this, he felt guilty for no reason.
Speaking of which, after consulting Senior Qingzhu afterwards, he also discovered something unusual.
Others usually only comprehend it once.
But he seemed to have understood it not just once, but over and over again.
He couldn't remember exactly how many times he had meditated on it.
After all, I was so immersed in the annotations of Taoist scriptures and deeply attracted by the alchemy theory of senior Shang Yangzi that I had no time to pay attention to these details.
In other words, it is very likely that under the influence of the Xiaguang of the Heart Temple, he read and comprehended the "Lingbao Sutra" over and over again, almost squeezing it dry and annihilating his spirituality.
"Sir, I didn't know what happened at the time. I just remember that I seemed to have understood it more than once. I didn't intend to damage the Taoist scriptures, nor did I mean to plunder or usurp the Taoist scriptures. Please tell me, sir!"
Chu Chen's words are all true, not a single lie.
It perfectly implements what Mr. Ji Xianlin, the former master of Chinese studies, said: "Don't tell lies, tell the truth. Don't tell any lies, tell not all the truth."
You don’t have to say everything, but what you say must be the truth.
Mr. Ming Jing possesses great supernatural powers and has a pair of discerning eyes. After some observation, he saw that Chu Chen's words were quite sincere and did not seem to be fake. He immediately nodded slightly:
"Ling Xiao, the Immortal Court does not suspect you of stealing the scriptures. Maybe you possess magical talents, or you are in harmony with the Taoist scriptures, or you possess a rare treasure. Don't worry, the Immortal Court will not get to the bottom of it."
"However, the spirituality of the Taoist scriptures has been greatly damaged in your hands, and the nourishment and sacrifice are very expensive. What do you think we should do?"
After hearing the first half of the sentence, Chu Chen knew that his superiors were not going to get to the bottom of it, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
But when he heard the second half of the sentence, his face suddenly fell, wondering:
"Sir, Xianting will not ask me to compensate. I come from a small family and am very strapped for money. This"
Mr. Mirror laughed dumbly:
"I heard that you are a master of alchemy. In the past two years, your alchemy skills have advanced by leaps and bounds. How can you be short of money? If nothing else, you have a hundred and forty immortal tributes in your hands."
Chu Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly. This morning, he lamented that it was much easier for him to earn immortal tribute than his senior brother Zhenqing. He had a sense of superiority and ended up bleeding profusely in the blink of an eye.
"Ahem~ Sir, I wonder how much it costs to maintain menstruation?"
"Two hundred immortal tributes."
When Chu Chen heard this, his heart suddenly became cold.
How could he afford two hundred immortal tributes?
"Sir, I have worked hard for several years and was reluctant to part with the immortal tribute. I saved it bit by bit, and now I have saved one hundred and forty. Isn't this too much? Can it be less?"
"Okay, don't cry for poverty. The damage to the Immortal Court's treasure house must be made up, no less."
Mr. Ming Jing paused, changed the subject, and said:
"You won the jackpot in this test. The loss in the Xianting Treasure House will be made up for by my house. In addition, the Wanquan Taoist Temple Treasury will reward you with an additional five hundred thousand jade coins."
"Thank you sir!"
Chu Chen was overjoyed when he saw that things had taken a turn for the worse.
As for Mr. Mirror's treasure, he didn't have much hope, but he wasn't disappointed either.
To say the least, his repeated reading of the annotations of the "Lingbao Saves People Sutra" is a great opportunity, which cannot be compared with ordinary treasures.
"Preach the gospel well. If Wanquan Taoist Temple can be ranked among the top Taoist temples in the counties of the eight southwest states within three years, I will give you a lot of rewards!"
"I sincerely comply with Sir's decree."
Chu Chen bowed his hands and respectfully accepted the order.
After bowing, Chu Chen raised his head and took a sneak peek, only to find that Mr. Ming Jing had disappeared on the spot, with only the lingering sound echoing in the hall.
"Huh, it's a good thing that Xianting is grand, otherwise it would definitely be a troublesome thing this time."
Chu Chen thought to himself, if he was not in the Immortal Court, following the senior masters who were both moral and moral, but in the country of demons, following the giants of the devil, this accident might bring him great danger.
In this world, there are many lucky people who have unexpected encounters.
When the matter was over, he felt relieved for no reason.
Of course, Chu Chen was looking forward to the "many rewards" from Mr. Mingjing, the crown prince.
If he had not attended the meeting of the mountain chiefs, he would have been a little nervous. After all, he had not been practicing Taoism for a long time and had little experience in recruiting disciples to teach the Dharma and opening forums to give lectures. He really did not have much confidence in running the Taoist temple prosperously, let alone
I dare to hope that Wanquan Taoist Temple will be ranked among the top eight states in the southwest.
However, as time passed, his mentality changed after he gained the radiance of his heart and made great progress in his study of Confucian classics.
My husband gave him a three-year period, but I'm afraid he won't be able to use it for three years.
Under the rays of enlightenment, even the little devil was happy to listen to his sermons and had some vague insights. No matter how stupid the others were, they were not worse than the little devil.
"Ah sneeze~"
Outside the altar of Wanquan Taoist Temple, the little devil was holding an incense burner and protecting his senior brother. He couldn't help but sneeze.
"Who is scolding me behind my back?!"
The kid looked suspicious and couldn't figure out who it was after thinking for a long time, so he took out the small book without saying a word.
"It must be someone from Xiaobo. I haven't blessed them in the past two days. I have to curse them today!"