The name Zhang Zhenren was given by Master, no other than his surname Zhang, and the word "Zhenren" was Master's expectation for him.
Master Zhang began to practice Taoism with his master when he was two years old. After natural and man-made disasters, the death of his parents, and the peace of the six sense organs and six dusts, he had the innate conditions for practice. The master once thought that this child could inherit his mantle, but later the master discovered that the innate
No matter how good the conditions are, they cannot compete with acquired nature.
This disciple of his is beyond words.
"Master, there are people gathering together over there who don't know what they are doing. Disciple, go take a look."
"Master, a big goose at the end of the village is following us."
"Master, look at whether that toad will drown if it falls into the river, hahahaha."
"Master, my stomach hurts...Master, can you get me a pair of clean pants?"
"Alas" the master sighed. From then on, his six sense organs and six dusts were no longer pure. Fortunately, his disciple was very kind-hearted.
"Master, the two people in front are fighting, let's go and try to persuade them!"
The master took a look and said, "That's not a fight, that's them playing."
"Master, look, there are two more people playing."
The master took one look and his expression changed drastically: "Let's go quickly, that person will be beaten to death."
After a busy day, the master and the disciple settled in the Taoist temple. The master looked at Zhenren Zhang meaningfully: "Disciple, your eyes are not very good. Master is worried."
Master Zhang narrowed his eyes: "Master, my disciple's eyes are fine. If master has eye pus, my disciple can see it."
Master immediately reached out to touch his eyes, and sure enough, there was a small eye drop.
"Disciple, this is not what Master is referring to in his eyes."
"Then what did the master say?"
When the master and the disciple talked about serious issues, they sat up and looked at each other. Looking at the disciple's obedient and focused eyes, the master was at a loss for words and didn't even know where to start. He waved his hand: "Disciple, go to sleep!"
"Master, should you learn from the teacher?"
The master's chest froze. This apprentice with leaky eyes actually disliked him. However, the next day, the master spent money to buy a book to read. Thinking about this, his temperament became a little unstable. As expected, the road to spiritual cultivation is long. The older you get, the more careful you must be.
Destroy power.
A few years later, the master came back with his two children.
"Disciple, these are your junior brothers and...well, two junior brothers. The master named them, one is Qingying and the other is Qingling."
Zhang Zhenren was stunned for a while, looked at the two junior brothers carefully, and then looked at the master: "Master, should I also change my name? What should I call myself?"
The master raised the dust in his hand, turned around and walked into the Taoist temple.
"Hello, senior brother."
"Hello, junior brother, we will be a family from now on."
The two juniors were still young, so the master decided to live in a Taoist temple. From then on, the four of them lived an ordinary and happy life.
In addition to reciting and copying Taoist scriptures every day, Master Zhang also chops firewood, carries water, and learns kung fu from his brothers in the Taoist temple.
Suddenly one day, he found that one of his junior fellow apprentices was walking down the mountain hand in hand with a female crown prince in the Taoist temple. Logically speaking, this was nothing at his young age, but what if he learned too much from the female crown prince and lost the man?
What should I do with his anger? Zhenren Zhang decided to give instructions to his junior brother at the right time, but he only saw his junior brother’s back but didn’t know which one was following Nu Guanzi.
Disasters always happen silently. At that time, Master Zhang didn't know that he had set a big trap for himself. For many years, he kept filling the trap with soil and burying himself alive.
Master Zhang called his two junior brothers to his side and gave them earnest instructions.
Both junior brothers lowered their heads.
"Who are you two?"
Qingying and Qingling looked at each other, Qingling looked away, and Qingying raised her head.
Well, it’s Qingying.
Zhang Zhenren looked at Qingying meaningfully: "In the future..."
Qingying said: "I understand, senior brother."
Master Zhang has fulfilled his eldest brother's responsibilities satisfactorily. Qingying, please be patient.
Time passed quickly, and the two junior brothers gradually grew up, but the master was dragged down by a stubborn illness. Qingying cried until his eyes were red every day. He and Qingling were a little stronger, silently hoping that a miracle would happen.
In the end, everyone is the same, and no one can be transcendent. This can be regarded as the natural way.
After the master gave instructions to the two junior brothers, he called Master Zhang to the bedside: "Disciple, you two junior brothers don't have to worry about the master. The master can't let you go.
You, you have bad eyesight, you need to find someone with good eyesight to lead you in the future, listen to him and follow him, then the road ahead will be smooth."
Master Zhang seems to understand but not quite. This is a common problem among Taoist priests. It is said that three points should be reserved for seven points. After a long time, he has no idea what those seven points are.
"Master, I still remember that when you were sent to me as a child, you hugged my leg tightly and wouldn't let go." The master's face showed a somewhat gratified look, "Don't change this greatest advantage."
Master Zhang nodded.
The master felt relieved and said, "Don't cry when I ascend to immortality later. If I hear your cry, if I step on the wrong cloud and fall down, my entire cultivation will be gone."
Zhang Zhenren said with tears in his eyes: "I remember."
The room immediately became quiet. Master Zhang was waiting. Suddenly the master took a breath: "Master... I still have something to do... I forgot... to tell you... I'm afraid that you... will... not know... you...
...Two junior brothers are actually... one junior brother... and one junior sister. Your junior sister is..."
Master Zhang stood there stunned, watching the master close his eyes, his tears silently flowing down his face.
After sending Master away, Zhang Zhenren fell seriously ill. He felt like someone was taking care of him. Soft hands touched his forehead from time to time, talked to him when he was drowsy, trimmed his nails, and kneaded his arms and legs.
My legs, and a strange feeling grew in my center without even realizing it.
He tried hard to see who the person next to him was, but he had no strength. Finally, his illness got better, and he gradually woke up. He opened his eyes and saw Qingying with a surprised face.
Qingling went to make medicine, and Qingying took out clean clothes: "Brother, please change into clothes."
The new clothes fit perfectly, and Qingying looked at the extravagant workmanship.
Master Zhang suddenly remembered his master's instructions before he left. Who is the junior sister between Qingling and Qingying?
Thinking of that female crown prince, thinking of Qingying crying when the master left, it should be Qingying!
The master left, and the three brothers went down the mountain to practice together. The sadness was suppressed in their hearts. The two junior brothers were getting older and older. They seemed to have a lot on their minds and began to avoid him.
Master Zhang was about to find a suitable moment to ask the two people who was the junior brother and who was the junior sister, but at this moment he met a murderer.
This man pretended to be a Taoist priest and went around looking for money and death. He was blocked by the river by three of his brothers. Unexpectedly, the fake Taoist priest had helpers. The brothers fought hard. In order to protect the two junior brothers, Zhang Zhenren threw the fake Taoist priest into the river.
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Zhang Zhenren and the fake Taoist priests had a life-and-death struggle in the river, and finally got the better of them, but they had no strength to return to the shore.
Is he going to see the master so soon? I don’t know if the master will come to pick him up on the colorful clouds.
In a daze, Zhang Zhenren vaguely saw a person swimming towards him. Her long hair was scattered and blooming like a flower in the water. She stretched out her arms and pulled him tightly. He seemed to smell the fragrance that penetrated his heart and spleen.
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That's junior sister!
Life is also very strange. Every time he sees his junior sister, he is in this situation. This time he must see his junior sister clearly.
But exhaustion pressed him tightly like a mountain, and he finally broke free from it.
Some people say: The harder a person works, the luckier he will be. If he fights against fate unwillingly, he will definitely have a good result.
It turns out that this doesn't apply to everyone.
If it hadn't been for that effort, perhaps Zhang Zhenren's life would have been smoother.
Master Zhang woke up. He looked around anxiously and found that he was in a large house. Qingying not far away was soaked to the skin with an anxious look on his face. He went to see Qingling. Qingling was wearing
He was wearing a clean robe and was talking to a woman.
He understood everything, and it was Qingying who saved him.
A person cannot be too self-righteous. If he had asked at that time instead of guessing with his intelligence, another result might have been obtained.
It's a pity that he trusts his own eyes too much and always feels that his eyesight is very good. As expected, the person who knows him best is his master.
That day, both Qingling and Qingying jumped into the river to save him. It was precisely because Qingling was a woman that the woman took Qingling to change her clothes. When he heard the truth a few years later, he could only beg for mercy pitifully: "Junior sister, I
wrong."
That time, after he got better, he called Qingying aside on a moonlit night and wanted to say something. But for some reason, he was that person, but he always felt that something was strange.
Nothing was said for a moment.
There were several similar situations after that. He would always stop Qingying alone, but his words seemed to be blocked... Why? He couldn't figure it out at the time.
Later, Qingying got tired of being tortured by him and simply ran away. He wanted to chase after her, but was stopped by Qingling. Before Qingling could speak, he hurriedly expressed his feelings for Qingying.
The thing is so strange, the words that cannot be said to Qingying can be said so smoothly to Qingling.
But in the end...Qing Ling also ran away.
He looked lonely and regretful, so he had to look for his junior brother everywhere, and his junior sister hoped to renew their relationship.
