Eight hundred and eighty-sixth chapters of the wonderful world
Half an hour later, Xiang Que's head began to buzz and hurt, because the person opposite him had been arguing with him about the two issues of Sanqing and Yin marriage since he started talking to him, and he was frothing at the mouth and flying into the eyelids.
Trembling, looking slightly excited and excited.
Xiang Que must have learned a lesson. For a person like this who has only one brain, you must not have any communication with him about debate, otherwise he will really kill you.
After another half an hour, Xiang Que suddenly reached out to stop him and said seriously: "You win, fellow Taoist."
"Ah?" The Taoist priest raised his head blankly and asked without reacting: "What, what won?"
Xiang Que nodded solemnly and said: "As for the issues you mentioned, you are right. You won... Indeed, underworld marriage harms the harmony of heaven and earth. It is not allowed by heaven and is a sin. Is that okay?"
Xiang Que is really afraid that if he continues to talk, he will easily faint. This state is like being injected with chicken blood. What if he gets more excited and his head is congested with blood?
"No, how can I win this?" The Taoist priest's eyes were confused and he never understood anything. The person in front of him didn't say much at all. He was just quoting scriptures to reason with him, but in the end he gave up.
Yes, why is this?
"Why did I win?" The Taoist priest grabbed Xiang Que's arm with excitement and asked, "Where does winning come from?"
Xiang Que almost cried: "Brother, I can't even admit defeat."
"No, I am a reasonable person." The Taoist priest shook his head seriously.
"Gurgling" The Taoist priest's stomach suddenly made a little movement. He looked down with a red face, looked at Xiang Que's sallow face and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"Well, I haven't eaten much since last night," the Taoist priest said softly.
Xiang Wan looked at him and said: "You still had some physical strength just now, but you kept chatting with me for an hour. Now that all this physical strength is gone, how can you not be hungry? You don't have to lie down there for a while.
As for that, right? Why bother?"
The Taoist priest stretched his neck and said: "This is the principle."
Xiang Que waved his hand impatiently and said: "You are going to starve to death. What principles do you need... The flight attendant will bring you two lunch boxes?"
When the meal was being delivered, Xiang Que happened to push a cart over. He took out the money and handed it over. Then he tilted his head and asked, "Your principles will f**king kill you. Do you think your principles are useful?"
The Taoist priest squinted at the lunch box and said, "One box may not be enough. Can two boxes be enough?"
"Oh, I'll go." Xiang Que swallowed and said, "Okay, let's add another box."
The food was placed on the table for the two of them. Xiang Que slowly ate the Taoist priest across from him. Xiang Que frowned and said, "Can you please slow down? Don't choke you."
"Ah, well, after I finish eating, we can continue talking about the problem just now."
"No..." Xiang Que became anxious, stretched his neck and said: "I gave you food to make you strong, and then you continue to harm me. If you are talking to me about useless food, I will
You've taken it back, and you can't enter Nanjing until tomorrow night. Do you believe that I won't care about you from now on?"
The Taoist priest raised his head and seemed to be in a tangled mood. He paused for a long time before nodding and saying: "Okay."
After finishing the lunch, Xiang Que was afraid that he would continue to argue with him on this issue, so he had to ask instead: "Where are you from and where are you going?"
"Infinite Life Buddha, a poor Taoist from Qingyang Palace, Taoist name Qingxuzi, lay name Zhao Jiahui, will go to Nanjing Tianhou Temple to preach morality and then start walking around the world for three years."
Xiang Que narrowed his eyes and felt slightly surprised in his heart. This stubborn Taoist priest actually came from Qingyang Palace. Qingyang Palace believed in the Three Pure Ones but actually worshiped Lao Tzu, who was said to be the true biography of Lao Tzu.
Qingyang Palace has always been low-key and has little connection with Taoist sects such as Maoshan Longhushan Tianshi Sect. It belongs to a unique Taoist sect.
Xiang Que looked at him and asked a little speechlessly: "Walking in the Jianghu... what is the Jianghu, do you know?"
Zhao Jiahui took out the wine gourd from his body, raised his head and took a sip, and said: "Jianghu is the place where I sit, and this bowl of wine I drink, wherever I am is Jianghu."
Xiang Que held it in for a long time before he said: "We may call this place you are talking about socialism. Jianghu has disappeared for a long time. Qingxuzi, can you tell me how long it has been since you went to the Taoist temple?"
"It's my first time to go on a tour," Zhao Jiahui said calmly.
"Live well, the world is dangerous," Xiang Que said as he leaned on the carriage.
Qing Xuzi seemed to have regained his temper. He raised his head and took another sip of wine, and then asked: "Fellow Taoist, I see that your Tao Qi is restrained and you seem to have a very profound cultivation. I wonder where you come from?"
"Zhongnan Mountain"
"Disciple of Quanzhen?"
"The Taoist temple behind Zhongnan Mountain has no name, no surname, no Taoist title, a small Taoist temple with little people"
Qingxuzi nodded solemnly and said: "If the mountain is not high, there are immortals and spirits. I believe that Taoist friends should be people who are proficient in moral principles and cultivation. I think he must have been born as a hermit. I am glad to meet you."
Xiang Que rolled his eyes and said, "Can you sleep for a while? Aren't you tired?"
"We are destined to meet each other. Why don't you and I take this opportunity to share our understanding of morality?"
"Bang, bang!" At this moment, the train stopped at the station. Xiang Que jumped up and said, holding a cigarette in his mouth: "I'm going to smoke a cigarette and get some fresh air."
“Smoking is harmful to health”
"I'm really convinced..."
"Huu" Xiang Que rolled his eyes in front of him, and immediately felt more comfortable, and his ears were finally quiet.
A few minutes later, Xiang Que came back and found someone sitting next to his bed. When the man saw Xiang Que coming over, he nodded, bowed and raised his buttocks and said, "Hey, hello, hello. I live in the middle berth. Is it okay to sit here and rest?"
"
Xiang Que glanced at him and sighed, then lay down on the bed.
This person's appearance, even if you don't know how to look at some people, you can still tell something from the face of a person with a special appearance. For example, this person sitting next to the bed right now has a mustache and a mustache.
He has a dark mole, a collapsed nose, concave and thin cheeks, and a crotch-parted haircut on his head, which gives the impression that he was born decades earlier and looks like a traitor.
After the train left, the man sat by the bed and took out a bag of roast chicken and a bag of peanuts from a snakeskin bag and placed them on the table. When the food cart came, he asked: "Conductor,
Have a bottle of white wine”
"Thirty-eight" a bloated flight attendant slowly took out a bottle of wine from the carriage and handed it over.
"Ugh!" The traitor was stunned when he shared the ten yuan in the man's hand. He held the money in his hand and raised his head and said, "Wine, I've only been drinking wine since 1982. Do you have any?"
The chubby flight attendant glanced sideways at him and shook his head.
The traitor blinked, frowned and asked, "Do you have any beer from 1982?"
"No," the flight attendant was a little confused.
The traitor said a little unhappily: "Then what do you have here from 1982?"
The flight attendant suddenly became anxious. His plump body squeezed over and he sprayed spit bubbles and said, "I was born in 1982, how about you?"
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