"My shoes are torn, my hat is torn, my cassock is torn..."
Monk Jigong was already full of wine and food. As usual, he was wearing a tattered monk's robe, shaking his broken fan, and left the "King of Wines" restaurant in a leisurely manner.
I don’t have any consciousness of being short-tongued or soft-handed.
Feng Zhou stood at the door and watched the sloppy monk slowly walk away. He frowned slightly and turned back to his room to sit quietly and meditate.
Feng Zhou was of course a little disappointed to be rejected by two Buddhists in succession, but the thought of Monk Jigong suddenly falling into trance made Feng Zhou feel moved.
He clearly remembered that he was showing off his acting skills in front of Jigong and uttered a classic quote by Paul Korchagin, the protagonist of Ostrovsky's novel, and also used his spiritual power in order to be realistic.
Wait, using my spiritual power to talk about materialists, even a Buddhist monk with great supernatural powers could say that he fell into trance for a moment and could not move. Then if I use my spiritual power to recite the works of Marx, Lenin, Lesma and Mao, wouldn’t it be wrong?
Can God block God and kill God? Can Buddha block Buddha and kill Buddha?
No, no!
I used my spiritual power to deliberately say some words that were contrary to Buddhism, and it worked wonders. If I really recited the words of those great men, I am afraid that I would be regarded as a thorn in the flesh by the landlords and rich people in the world.
Forget it, in this world where productivity is underdeveloped and gods and monsters roam everywhere, I'd better not seek death so easily.
Since Buddhism doesn't work, it seems that we have to find Taoism.
Since the disgrace of Jingkang and Gaozong's southern migration, Zhao Gou and Song Ting were no longer as enthusiastic about Taoism as Zhenzong and Huizong. Moreover, Zhao Gou also corrected Huizong's abuse of Taoism and strengthened the government's control over Taoism. However,
Even though the country was in danger, the imperial court still believed in Taoism, and worshiped Cui Fujun and the Four Holy Monarchs as the royal patron saints to protect half of its rivers and mountains.
Taoist magic is also trusted and used by rulers. Whenever there is a disaster or festival, Taoist priests are ordered to do things to ensure good weather and peace for the country and the people.
Today, most Taoist sects are Fu sects, centered on the so-called "three mountain talismans" of Longhu Mountain, Maoshan, and Gezao Mountain. That is, the traditional Fu sects of Zhengyi, Shangqing, and Lingbao are still the main ones. In addition, Jing
Ming Dao and Neidan sect Nanzong, as well as emerging Fu Tao sects such as Donghua, Shenxiao and Qingwei.
In today's world, the country is located in the southeast. Emperors and ministers need Taoist sects to educate people and maintain their rule, so they naturally provide strong support to various sects. Taoist priests also need wealthy couples and legal land to pursue the Taoist Taoism, so Taoist sects flourish.
"It's not like the Buddhist lineage is the only one in the world that can truly teach immortality. Since the Buddha won't accept me, I'll just travel far and wide to seek the Tao."
Feng Zhou made up his mind!
At this moment, a vision occurred.
The originally sunny sky suddenly became dense with dark clouds, covering the scorching sun. Then a strong wind blew up, and the sky was getting dark. A guest star appeared in the southeast, its color was red and white, and for a while the sky was like blood.
Such a vision only lasted for a stick of incense, and then the wind cleared and the clouds dispersed. Except for Si Tianjian's record, everyone else said: "There are unpredictable events in the sky, that's all."
Even Jigong just shouted: "I was born with a strange phenomenon, the strong wind blew up, now I don't need to take a shower today, hahaha..."
…
At this time, in a Taoist temple in Changsha City, a Taoist priest with ragged clothes and dirt all over his body was drinking and having fun, with a drunken look on his face.
Although he was sloppy and drunk, the disciples around him respected him very much.
Just because he is Chen Nan, one of the "Nan Wu Ancestors" of the Taoist Jindan Sect.
Chen Nan, whose courtesy name is Nanmu and whose name is Cuixuzi. He often mixed soil with water and kneaded it into small pills to treat people's diseases. It was always effective, so he was nicknamed Chen Niwan. His Taoist methods were profound and his supernatural powers were vast, and he could "manage ghosts and gods, summon
Thunderstorms can be heard for nine days and seen thousands of miles away."
Although he is slovenly and loves to drink, he is a master of Taoism and his disciples respect him very much.
Suddenly, Chen Nan yelled, threw the wine bottle in his hand, and shouted: "Weird! Weird!"
It turned out that on a whim, he only felt that Tianji showed a faint aura, not just good or bad.
He hurriedly sat still and counted with his fingers. After a long time, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. His face was as golden as paper, but his eyes were filled with excitement.
"It's a good omen...but why did Pindao vomit blood?" He murmured in disbelief, his face full of surprise.
"Master?" His disciple Bai Yuchan shouted worriedly.
When he shouted like this, the Taoist priest came back to his senses. He stood up, the drunkenness on his face disappeared without a trace, and said slowly: "The arrival of a Taoist saint in this world is related to the eternal plan of our Jindan sect.
I am a poor Taoist who wants to go to Lin'an. You should take a good look at the Taoist temple and come back as soon as you go as a teacher."
Bai Yuchan said hurriedly: "I will prepare a horse for Master."
Chen Nan laughed and said, "Why bother?"
Go ahead, grab a handful of dirt, throw it into the air, and shout, "I'm leaving." In an instant, there is no trace.
Bai Yuchan couldn't help but sigh: "Master's magical power is beyond my reach."
At the same time, in a bamboo house in Nanfeng County on Jiangnan West Road, a Taoist master lives in his home. This man has white beard and hair, but he is a sect of immortals. In the eyes of our disciples, he is full of energy and radiant.
But he knew that his body had reached its end.
His name is Wang Wenqing, his courtesy name is Yudao, his nickname is Chonghezi, and he is also known as "Wang Shichen". The founder of the Shenxiao sect, Wang Wenqing was born with a supernatural power, tall and intelligent.
, the sentence "Zifu Zhenxian is determined to climb".
At that time, he was ordered by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji, to preach in Beijing, but he did not associate with powerful people or interfere in government affairs. He was also able to discern current affairs and know how to advance and retreat, so he was highly respected by the world.
Now he lives in seclusion in his hometown of Nanfeng, writes books, preaches and teaches disciples, and still takes it as his own responsibility to promote Shenxiao Taoism.
During this period of time, he felt that his end was approaching, so he summoned his disciples Xiong Shanren, Ping Jingzong, Yuan Tingzhi and others and said: "My end is approaching, and the Taoism has been passed down. However, there are songs to teach you. The so-called my body is fake.
The loose board is not real, it is trapped in the world, and it escapes from the world of mortals..."
Then at this moment, the secret of heaven suddenly changed, and both the master and the disciples felt it.
Wang Wenqing looked at the sky, counted with his fingers, and said with a smile: "It turns out that the saint of our Taoist sect has come to this world. Since I feel this, I should go to Lin'an in person and teach my Dharma in the hope that our Taoist sect will prosper."
Disciple Xiong Shanren said: "Master, when the Emperor summoned you to Lin'an, you didn't even go. Now that Master is old, how can he travel a long distance..."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Wang Wenqing said with a smile: "I am a person who seeks the Tao. Now that the saint is here and has a destiny with me, how can I not go?"
"But Master." Disciple Ping Jingzong also said: "But after all, the journey is long, and the pommel horse is tired..."
"Haha." Wang Wenqing said: "The poor Taoist taught you and other thunder techniques in the past, but now he has completely forgotten them?"
After he finished speaking, he ignored the dissuasion, walked to the door, and recited a mantra. Suddenly, a strange phenomenon occurred, thunder arose on the ground, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, shining brightly in the sky. In a blink of an eye, Wang Wenqing had disappeared.
"Master rushed to Lin'an with the thunder escape technique, I'm afraid it will cost him a lot of life." Disciple Yuan Tingzhi exclaimed.
The other disciples also looked at the sky with worried expressions on their faces.
After all, their master is almost exhausted.
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Lin'an, the "King of Wines" restaurant.
Feng Zhou walked out of the door with his hands behind his back and walked along the street. Suddenly an old voice came into his ears: "Fellow Taoist, please stay."