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Chapter 252 Three Broken Cars 2

Chapter 252 Three Broken Cars 2

Hou Zi sighed. At least, there was enough space to practice swordsmanship here, so that was all he could do to comfort himself.

As a place of cultivation, this location is not bad. Well, it will be better to open a skylight on the top of the felt bag in the future. There are no exquisite external objects for cultivation here, so at least it will be closer to nature, right?

Stepping out of the blanket, the sky is getting dark, the starry sky is bright, and everything is quiet; the tranquility of the mountain and the glitz of the world below are perfectly integrated, achieving a unique and meaningful balance.

Except for the two other felt bags not far away, which are a bit annoying?

He knew that there was no one inside, and although he had no spiritual consciousness, at such a close distance, his feeling was not wrong. There was no sign of spiritual energy flowing on the mountain, and at their level, there was no point in sleeping for a long time.

I went out and found a food shop. I was alone in the hustle and bustle, watching people coming and going, and seeing the hustle and bustle, but I seemed to be on the outside, and it was quite artistic.

There was no conversation all night, no one came to visit, and the two guys never showed up.

It doesn't matter whether they meet each other, they are not subordinate to each other, and it doesn't really matter whether they see each other or not.

Early the next morning, I went to the government office of Xiong'er Town. The officials here are all elected by local people. In fact, it is an institution jointly controlled by clan forces and wealthy families for their own benefit. It is just because there are practitioners. There are checks and balances, and all behaviors are constrained within a reasonable limit. Practitioners are not willing to meddle in other people's business, but they never mind killing chickens to scare monkeys in certain situations to show that they are happy with the people.

It's the same everywhere, pure and turbid cannot be completely distinguished. This is the Taoist philosophy of seeking common ground while reserving differences.

The same is true for Buddhism. They allow people to make mistakes, as long as you can finally turn around.

...Buddha's Dharma praises God, and immortals praise their cowardice. It's nothing more than this.

It is impossible to achieve great unity with this kind of autonomy, but it is not too bad. If you work hard and work hard, life will be good.

The officials in the government respected him very much, not as a superior, but as a respecter of life and death; in Xiong'er, Hou Zi and other three monks were the only three people who could decide between life and death without being responsible.

Although everyone is polite, this is not a reason for him to be perfunctory; for Migratory Bird, it is his deep-rooted thought to benefit any place, because he is originally a public servant, and he does not care about this set of things. Too familiar.

He has always been thinking about what cultivation has to do with? Effort, diligence, qualifications, potential, resources, connections, mentors, etc. These things can all be pursued, but there is one thing that cannot be pursued, but it is The most important thing is luck!

Luck is elusive; at least in the world of spiritual practice so far, there is no practical way to control one's own luck, but it is often the most important.

During the three years in Yin Ling, he felt that he had been blessed by luck; in fact, not only in Yin Ling, but also during the period when he started practicing and became a public servant, he was already accumulating his own luck, and unknowingly In the middle, everything will fall into place.

He saved people at night, fled in the poplar forest, diverted the Bailian River, etc., in fact, they all brought him something more or less, that is, the faith and wishes of the general public; this thing is invisible, immeasurable, and even more important. I don’t know the effect, but its influence on a monk is always vague and belated, but you must admit that it does exist.

As long as you sincerely do things for the people, they will quietly reward you in unexpected ways.

He doesn't know what luck is, so he would rather believe that it is luck, a reward from God for his diligence in doing things.

Therefore, he did not come here just to mess around, nor did he care about his own practice and ignore everything else.

He wants to do something for the people here and develop this habit. No matter where he goes in the future, he will keep this belief... In fact, it is a kind of practice, and it will actually help him and his relationship.

There is no conflict in the impact on the upper realm.

But before that, he needs to have a comprehensive understanding of everything here.

A few days later, he finally met a neighbor. He was a slovenly Taoist priest with thick beard and hair. He could not even tell his age. He was Taoist Zhisun from Taohao Gate.

When he saw Hou Tzu's greeting, he just bowed his head and went back to the house. There was a faint sound of singing.

"...one who is enlightened and enlightened is a Buddha, and those who are poor in all directions will always become immortals. You should talk less when you meet people. You don't need to ask for more money when selling divination. You should retreat a little and practice the method of peace and happiness, and say three good things. I am also a common man.

Go, if you want to meet each other over a drink."

Hou Zi sighed in his heart, this was another Taoist who was down and out. According to the information before coming, this person had stayed here for more than ten years. He was Lianqiao ten years ago and it is still the same ten years later. He didn't know whether it was true or not.

Are you able to see through the world of mortals, or are you feeling decadent, heartbroken, lonely and self-harming?

But Hou Zi believes that such a spiritual attitude will still be a bridge even if it lasts for another ten or twenty years. Everyone has his own dissatisfaction. He is like this, and there are many others who share the same problem. There are such people in every force, and the reason is

They are all different, but they all end here.

The meaning of his song is actually one thing: don't bother me, I'm bothered.

Therefore, I gave up the idea of ​​visiting in the past. Everyone said that I just wanted to spend the day leisurely and have good wine, so why bother asking for trouble?

The news he got was that among the three representatives of Xiong'er, only the Zhisun Taoist was an old man. Xinye Buddhism, like the Quanzhen Sect, also changed its representatives, but he didn't know if the monks from Xinye were here? Or they were still on the way.

?

After a few days of observation, I have some vague plans in my mind, but they are not yet mature and need to be carefully considered. Moreover, it is more difficult to do some things alone, so you have to find an accomplice. Well, find a companion to blame after something happens.

On this day, I was having dinner in a restaurant next to the street. I looked around casually and saw a monk walking over from a distance. He looked steadily and looked solemn.

With a smile on her lips, she waited for the monk to drop a fruit from the second floor when he passed by.

The monk seemed careless, but he reacted to the surrounding environment very quickly. His body swayed and swayed, and ordinary people's eyes could not follow his body. It was as if it was like this, and he let the fruit fall to the ground.

When he raised his head again, his eyes were as bright as a torch, and he wanted to see who was so frivolous?

His eyes met the head protruding from the second floor.

"Bad luck!" The monk said nothing and quickened his pace.

He left quickly, obviously not wanting to provoke this person; the fruit was thrown deliberately, and this is the character of this person.

He wanted to hide away, but the people upstairs refused to let him go.

"On the branches of the mandarin ducks in front of Yinyue Castle, we are in love with each other. Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and the people will die."

(End of chapter)


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