Hou Zi was sent to a Taoist building in Shendu City. The conditions were not bad. At least it was very tolerant for a person like him who was punished by crime; there were no flails, no uniforms, and there was a certain area where he could be free.
Activities and food are delicious...
Those who practice Taoism, even sinners, retain their dignity.
But Hou Zi knew that it would be harder to get out after entering here than to reach heaven. As the base camp of Taoist cultivation in a country, there are many cultivators like Chong Ling here, and there are more great masters who have mastered Xuan or even beyond Xuan.
The reason why monks don't look after them is just because it's not worth it.
In front of these real masters of spiritual practice, he is nothing but a chicken.
He is not the only sinner in the library, but there are many people who share the same problem, with different reasons and the same result.
He is quite special among them, not because of how outstanding he is, but because he is rubbish. In the words of a talkative fellow prisoner, he is the only one among the practitioners who was captured here with the pulsating state.
, the others are at least in the stage of entraining qi, and of course, they are not higher than the Tongxuan realm.
This practitioner who calls himself the Bouldering Old Man talks a lot, so much that others are reluctant to pay attention to him. Even Hou Zi can tell that he knows that his death is coming, so he talks a little incoherently, and he just uses conversation to cover up his inner feelings.
Just fear.
But for him, it is a window to understand Anhe's prayers.
At dusk when practicing Qigong, Taoists come out in twos and threes to find a quiet place to meditate. In the Taoist scriptures, the harmony between man and nature is highly praised. Unless there are special circumstances, no one is willing to practice indoors.
, but are more accustomed to being exposed to nature, which is said to be more efficient.
The old man Baoshi pointed at a man in black robes and whispered: "This is Feiyu Taoist Zhou Qianyang, who is in the bigu realm. He is extremely domineering in Feiyu Taoism and is very famous in the casual cultivators of Anhe country. Because of the resource attack on Taoist cultivators, several people died.
Man, only then did a cultivator take action to capture him."
Then he pointed at a thin man and said, "This is Wu Qian, an external cultivator of the Blue Blood Path. He is from the Peiyuan realm. He is not from Anhe, but he travels around various countries to collect blood and practice martial arts. Under his hands, he does not stick to ordinary people, and countless people die unjustly. As a result, in the capital of God
Lost my hand..."
Then he pointed to a handsome scholar with a jade face and red lips, "That is Li Zixuan of Butterfly Dao, who is in the Peiyuan realm. He is good at the Yin and Yang dual cultivation. He specializes in finding bad guys from rich families. Although it is rare to hear that he takes the initiative to kill people.
But many women committed suicide because of his evil deeds, which eventually aroused public outrage..."
... No matter what Old Man Bouldering's abilities are, he does have good information. Basically, he can tell some basic information about the sinners in the building, but he doesn't know how.
Hou Zi was a little careless, and it didn't matter to him what other people did, but he knew that he had to keep listening and pretend to be very interested, otherwise he wouldn't get what he wanted to know; he had heard about peace and blessings,
But after all, the level is too low and the scope of communication is narrow, so it is very specious and ambiguous.
"What about you? How did you get here?"
The bouldering old man smiled slightly, "I can tell you my secret, but you must also exchange your secret!"
Hou Tzu smiled bitterly, and couldn't help but be impressed by human curiosity. He was so keen on asking for other people's secrets even when he was about to die? He was also a strange person.
"Is there any point in keeping secrets like this?"
The bouldering old man licked his lips and sighed, "I was also born as a wild cultivator. By chance, I joined the Taoism. From then on, I couldn't control it. My family is gone, my relatives are gone, my friends are gone, everything is gone. I just want to live forever...
How can there be any resources for people like us who are practicing Buddhism and are wealthy couples? Taoist sects don’t look down on us, so we have to think of our own solutions, so there are those who steal, those who rob, those who kill, those who cheat, and those who follow evil ways. …”
Bouldering felt a little embarrassed, "I won't kill people and steal money, so I thought of a way to teach people Taoism and opened a small gym to earn a small amount of money for food and clothing..."
Hou Zi immediately understood that this was a liar. The so-called meager cultivation was probably untrue. A family that could afford to send their children to gain spiritual enlightenment would not be like this. It must be a wealthy family, or even a local powerful person. Like this If you don't receive enough from others, they may not believe you, so you can only receive as much as you want, to the point of death.
"...In order to win people's trust, I compiled a set of Qi-sensing formulas based on Taoist scriptures and experience; I swear that I sincerely want to teach and educate people, and I don't have any ill intentions, but who knows where it came from? I made a mistake, and as a result, several children not only did not make any progress after practicing my formula, but..."
Hou Zi sighed, this person is really careless, how easy is it to compile the exercises? Unless he reaches a certain level and has a deep understanding of the path of Tao, at least he must achieve something; even if In this case, you must try it yourself first before you can recommend it to others.
Old Man Bouldering also knew that his past was a bit difficult to talk about, "What about you, little friend? You are an introductory practitioner who can't even pulsate but can't draw Qi. What can you do that will make people and gods angry?"
Hou Zi couldn't explain what he said, "I was a criminal, and because I was angry and unjust, I killed the suffering master in front of the Taoist priest..."
The bouldering old man was stunned. This reason is really special, but it is not surprising if you think about it carefully. It is not surprising that someone who is about to step into the door of practice has such naive thoughts. Only after going through thousands of difficulties can one understand the pain of practice. That's really not something ordinary people can persist in.
The same is true for him, otherwise he wouldn't be reduced to misleading other people's disciples. He's not forced to do so. Who would want to do this?
It's not just him, but also most of the people in the building now. How many of them are really evil? They are all forced by the environment. The desire for immortality is the source of all evil. Unless the mind is as strong as a rock, who can resist this? The temptation?
Precisely because there is the carrot of immortality hanging in front of us, everyone strives to reach it. If they can't reach it, they can only use their own unique tricks. Various unscrupulous methods become more and more extreme, until they are doomed.
There are still only a few people who are caught like them. Most of them are directly killed by the so-called authentic Taoists in the process. How many lucky ones can achieve Zhengguo?
Just as you spend your whole life practicing cultivation, you will never recognize it when you look back. This is a true reflection of people like them.
Feeling something in his heart, he took out a pot of wine from his arms and said, "Come on, let us gentlemen drink two glasses, and we can be considered as the same fallen people in the world..."
Old Man Bouldering was not a good drinker, and he might have been drunk on purpose. After a few bottles of wine, he began to speak incoherently. He only muttered a poem, which he repeated over and over again, as if he was regretting this tragic life:
The jade pot crosses the sun and the moon, and the golden tower cuts off the haze. Where is the immortal, the Taoist priest has not returned home. In the spring, the pine leaves are fried, and in the autumn, the chrysanthemum is soaked in the cup. I would rather get drunk when we meet, than learn the cinnabar.
