Chapter 149: When the world knows you are the grandson
Juyang City was originally an ordinary city, but later it became famous because of the Qi Qing Temple. In the land of Daliang, when it comes to Buddhism, no matter how you go around, you can't spare the so-called disciples.
The three thousand Qingshan Temple, whether it is the abbot who preaches scriptures and meditates, or the astonishing Xuan Zheng, can be said to be the supreme deity of Buddhism. But when it comes to Taoist temples, then there is no way around the Qi Temple in Juyang City.
Qingguan.
As for which Qiqing Temple or Qingshan Temple is more powerful, and which Taoist practice is deeper, no one can really say clearly. After all, the Tao is different, and forced comparison will not yield a result. Qiqing Temple
The Taoist priests in the temple think that their Taoist temple is more powerful because there are four masters of the Xuantian realm in the Taoist temple, while there is only one Xuanzheng in Qingshan Temple.
The monks of Qingshan Temple think that Qingshan Temple is more powerful. That's because Qingshan Temple once produced a true master of climbing the fairyland. Although he is no longer in Qingshan Temple, his disciples are still there, and you Qi Qingguan
For so many years, no one has truly reached the Immortal Realm. Even Qi Qingguan’s current leader, Qi, was only at the third level of Xuantian at that time.
Since each has its own argument, no one accepts the other's advice, and we are all in the arena, there should be rules for people in the arena. Therefore, Qi Qingguan and Qingshan Temple hold a competition every ten years. The rules are based on the rules of the two families.
The most outstanding one among the disciples is selected, and then there is a competition. If whoever loses, he will keep his mouth shut for ten years. If he wins, he will be proud and proud for ten years.
However, in the past fifty years, except for Xuanzheng's competition, all the remaining disciples of Qingshan Temple have never won. And this year happens to be the tenth year. I wonder if Qingshan Temple can win this competition this year.
Prove yourself or not.
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On the long road, a young man squatted on the side of the road holding a guzheng, looking at the donkey beside him with a melancholy face. At other times, if he said a few words and hit him twice, the donkey would go away, but since he rescued Li
Queen Long Qian, this donkey seems to feel
As if he had done something great, he would stop after taking a few steps. No matter whether the boy threatened or yelled at him, he just stood there leisurely. At this time, he was very worried and wanted to go to Qi Qing Temple to see him.
The boy who watched his stargazing sister.
The old man on the donkey was still smiling, not impatient or urging, but he would take out his wine gourd from time to time, but when he remembered that there was no wine, he put it back with a smile.
"Grandpa, if we keep going at this speed, I guess by the time I see my stargazing sister, she will be married." The young man took off his little cheekbones and looked at the old man on the donkey pretending to be mature.
asked.
At this time, the old man stared into the wine gourd, as if he could see the wine just by looking at it.
"Grandpa, I'm talking to you, can you stop looking at that wine gourd of yours? No matter how hard you look, you still can't see the wine." The young man stood up and shouted to the old man.
"hehe."
The old man put down his wine gourd and smiled, but said nothing.
"Grandpa, tell the donkey to hurry up. If we really keep waiting like this, how can we see the stargazing sister?" The young man pinched his waist and looked at the old man more helplessly than at the donkey.
"If he doesn't want to leave, what can I do?" the old man replied with a smile.
"I really don't know what the use of keeping this donkey is. If the two of us didn't have this donkey, we would have arrived at Qiqing Temple by now. I have already met the stargazing sister."
"Keeping the donkey naturally has its uses." The old man stroked his beard and smiled.
"What's the use of such a slow donkey?" the young man asked with a curled lips.
"Haha." The old man smiled and said nothing.
"Smile, smile, you know how to laugh." The boy shouted angrily.
When the old man heard this, he quickly covered his lips. After a moment, he put away the smile on his face and looked at the young man and said, "You don't have to worry, that girl Guanxing can't run away."
"Why am I not in a hurry? What if I go late and Stargazing Sister meets someone else and stops playing with me?" The young man sat down on the ground a little frustrated after hearing this, his tone full of worry.
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"All the Taoist temples are full of calf noses, but that stargazing girl doesn't like it." The old man saw that his grandson was in a bad mood and quickly comforted him.
"Even if it's not good, it can't stop those little cows from stalking them, right?"
"What you said makes sense." The old man nodded slightly.
"Then why don't you hurry up and let your donkey go faster? If I don't see Stargazing Sister today, none of the three of us will have a good time. I will pee in your wine bottle." Xiaonian looked at the old man and threatened.
"That can't be done." When the old man heard this, he quickly covered the wine gourd in his hand and patted the donkey's neck gently.
The donkey looked back at the old man, twitched its nose, and ran forward with its hooves. When the young man saw the donkey moving, he quickly followed with the guzheng in his arms.
"Grandpa, why do you think I call you grandson?" The young man followed the donkey and looked at the old man and asked.
"Because your surname is Sun, you will call me Sun Zi." The old man replied with a smile while riding his donkey backwards.
"But if others knew about it, wouldn't they laugh at me for being a grandson?" The young man scratched his head and asked in confusion.
"Who dares to call you grandson except me?" the old man asked sharply.
"Anyone who knows my name will call me grandson..." the young man muttered softly.
"..." The old man looked at the young man and smiled awkwardly, but said nothing.
"Grandpa, is your name Grandpa Sun?" The young man looked up at the old man and asked.
"No." The old man shook his head slightly.
"Then what's your name? I've never heard you mention it before?"
"I don't have a name."
"Did Grandpa not give you a name?"
"No." The old man shook his head.
"Then Grandpa, how come you don't have a name? How can there be people without names in this world? Even this donkey has a name."
"Originally, there was one, but as I walked, I lost it." The old man looked into the distance and was silent for a moment, then said, "If you can do without a name, then don't do it."
"Why? Everyone has a name, how could they not want it?" The boy became more and more confused as he listened.
"The more people shout your name and the more people know you, the less peaceful your life will be. So it's no shame to throw away this name." The old man didn't seem to be bothered by the young man's series of incidents.
Feeling irritated by the question, he still explained it with a smile.
"Are many masters hiding their names just because they want to throw away their names?" the young man asked, seemingly understanding.
"That's about it." The old man nodded.
"Then grandpa, when can I stop being named grandson?"
"When the world knows you are my grandson."
"..."
The young man looked at the old man on the donkey and was speechless.