Hou Zi spent the first night in the Taoist temple in a daze, and when he met the bouldering old man again on the second day, he felt a little embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, little friend Hou, I know you have something to ask, so I came here to explain it clearly to you. Today we are not drinking, we are drinking tea."
Yesterday he brought a wine flask, but today he brought a set of tea sets. They are all exquisite. He is a person who enjoys life very much.
"What do you want to know? Even if we are at the end of our lives, we can seek Tao regardless of the occasion. However, don't ask me how to achieve immortality. I don't know this myself."
Hou Zi was not in a hurry, and boiled water to make tea. When the aroma of tea floated in front of the two of them, he asked casually:
"Nothing else. I just don't know much about the so-called peaceful prayer. I want to know what kind of ghost gate this is, and it actually makes many practitioners become angry after hearing it?"
The bouldering old man took a sip of tea happily, which made his hungover mind clear up a lot.
"Haha, I'm thinking too much. Also, my little friend, with your level of cultivation, what you lack is the most basic things, the most common common sense. I'm afraid you can't ask too advanced questions. The two of us are on the same page.
One asked superficially, and the other answered roughly, which was just right."
It can be seen that the old man Bouldering still enjoys the feeling of being a teacher. In fact, he has just stepped into the realm of Peiyuan. In addition to fooling those children, he has no chance to teach others in this life; he is almost sixty years old.
Just about to enter Peiyuan, there are only a few who have better qualifications than Hou Zi.
"The so-called peace prayer is actually a kind of sacrifice. It is no different from the mountain monsters and water monsters who sacrifice boys and girls to awaken their bloodline. It's just that the Taoist sect has always regarded itself as orthodox and doesn't think it sounds good to say it out loud, so it's called
Pray.”
Obviously, Old Man Baoshi has deep resentment towards Taoism. This is also the consistent attitude of casual cultivators towards orthodoxy, and it is very common.
"The purpose of the prayer is to express one's demands through such a ritual, and to seek God's help in the practice of the petitioner... Such prayers are not only owned by Anhe State, but also by other countries or forces.
Existence is the ability that belongs only to the infant transforming into an immortal, and others cannot."
Hou Zi was a little confused, "The sky is ethereal, can it really send something down? Or is it just for peace of mind? It's not good to use the power of a country to use public weapons for private use, isn't it?"
What the old man with bouldering said is categorical. After decades of struggle in practice, his knowledge of the true meaning of Taoism is limited, but there are countless rumors.
"There is indeed something real! But it is not certain. Sometimes the prayers are not answered, which is a false prayer; sometimes magic weapons, exercises, special materials or other treasures will be sent down. It is not that you will get whatever you want, but what God wants.
Whatever is given is what is given.
As for the private use of public weapons as you mentioned, there is no such problem. Old gods like Yingbian are all powerful figures in the Taoist sect and the masters of a country. They benefit from it. In fact, even if their disciples and grandchildren below benefit from it, they will not hide their secrets.
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For example, this Anhe prayer is the handiwork of Anhe's national master and the old Taoist deity Xiao Zhenren. I feel that the time has come and Anhe is surrounded by dangers, so I want to use such a ceremony to add some confidence and strength to Anhe and Taoism in the face of the rising tide.
The demons and ghosts are getting more and more rampant."
Hou Tsang was bitter, he caught up with a good time, "You mean, we are part of this dedication?"
The bouldering old man nodded, and it was really sad to talk about this topic, "I am a swordsman, and I am a fish and meat, what can I do?
The demon clan needs to kill animals to offer sacrifices to the sky, which is a characteristic of bloodline inheritance; Taoism is very hypocritical, what they sacrifice is not life, but the spiritual roots given by heaven!"
"God-given spiritual roots?" This was the first time Hou Zi had heard of this concept.
"Yes, it is actually the ability of practitioners to feel the spiritual power of heaven and earth! In this world, those who can feel the spiritual power have great opportunities and great fortunes. They are very rare among mortals. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a gift from heaven.
Every Taoist cultivator is given by Heaven, and the Taoist sect sacrifices the black sheep among these Heavenly-given disciples in order to gain God's favor, prove the Taoist tradition's heart to protect the people from the Tao, and get some rewards by the way."
Hou Zi was thoughtful, and the bouldering old man snorted again,
"This is the origin of Taoism's prayers. The old man has been studying Taoism for decades. He dare not say that he is proficient in Taoism, but people's hearts can still see clearly. Taoism's rhetoric may not be black and white, but it must be full of falsehoods and speciousness; but
It is difficult to distinguish which of them are true and which are false. Until you reach that level, guessing is useless."
"I have been seeking Taoism for several years, but I haven't even seen the door of the Taoist school. I have become a black sheep... Old man, I think the people in the temple are basically casual cultivators, and there are very few real Taoist people. Can it be understood that this is the case?
Maybe it’s a way of excluding those who are different?”
The bouldering old man stroked his beard and smiled. This little guy is still too young. Although he sees things sharply, he always starts from a secular perspective, but has no Taoist vision. It is no wonder that an entry-level cultivator in a small place stands low, and of course he only sees things.
Not far.
"No, I talked about heaven-given spiritual roots before, but there is another kind of spiritual root in this world called false spiritual roots, which refers to those talented people who are born with spiritual resources to rely on.
They have elders and families to rely on, resources and wealth to rely on, and skills and paths to sustain; food will lead to spiritual food, learning will lead to great ways, and seeing real people will lead to them. In such a growing environment, the possibility of finally realizing inspiration is higher than that of ordinary people.
It’s ten times higher, more than a hundred times higher.
Once they step onto the path and enter the pulse, who can tell whether their spiritual roots are given by heaven? Or whether they are acquired? That’s why they are called false spiritual roots.
Among these people, there are both those who are truly gifted with their spiritual roots, and those who are born the day after tomorrow, but they are not like those of us who live in the wild. Which one of them is not lucky?
What comes by chance is a gift from heaven! So, we are not willing to accept it!"
The old man Baoshi spoke with great enthusiasm, "Taoist prayers in this world have been around for a long time, and they have a long history. After countless such prayers, the Taoists found that it was like offering the true divine spiritual root, and the effect was as great as
Better than false spiritual roots?
So we casual cultivators are in bad luck. As long as we make the slightest mistake, we may be sacrificed by the Taoist sect. There are even evil demon sects that don't care whether you have committed a serious crime or not, as long as the time comes to pray.
, No matter what, if I catch you, it will be a human tragedy.
The Taoist sect is hypocritical and pretentious, while the Demonic sect is ferocious and direct, which only brings suffering to people like us..."
Hou Tzu was speechless, "No wonder they can even like people like me..."
The bouldering old man stood up and paced back and forth to calm down the depression in his heart, "Of course I do! As far as the divine spiritual roots are concerned, you, a pulsing cultivator, are no different from those high-level cultivators who have gone beyond the grains and cultivated energy! In the eyes of God, they are all the same.
Ants, there is no difference!"
The two of them felt sorry for each other due to the same illness, and felt sad and sad. This time they faced a desperate situation together, and they couldn't help but feel sad for each other.
Exactly,
The old man's face is the color of the river and the sea, and the ice and snow slurry is melting in his mouth. It is also a guest who has not returned from the west wind. He burns incense and cooks tea for the Double Ninth Festival.
