Zuoqiu Junyi had a rare bronze bird hanging on his head and was particularly enthusiastic about this matter.
He saw that the people nearby were waiting at the foot of the mountain to receive rice and porridge, and no one was paying attention, so he simply took out his paper and pen to scribble and draw.
Yu Xian stood aside and looked at it for a while. Most of the words on it were praising Luo Shen and Zhang Shui.
Zuoqiu Junyi wrote a lot in a short time, but as he was writing, his pen suddenly stopped.
Yu Xian looked at it curiously and saw that Zuoqiu Junyi was writing: "...the emperor was in the river, and the water was flowing. The god moved north and soaked the buds."
As he read, he asked in confusion, "Any questions?"
Zuoqiu Junyi looked at Yu Xian with a rare seriousness on his face, "Of course there is a problem."
Then, without waiting for Yu Xian to ask questions, Zuoqiu Junyi said, "Transferring a title to a river god is no small matter. Even if you have some means to go against God's will, you will definitely anger God later. You have to think clearly."
Yu Xian sighed, otherwise Luo Shen would not pay such a price.
Yu Xian nodded and said, "I have thought it through."
Zuoqiu Junyi saw that Yu Xian knew the consequences and was about to continue writing. Suddenly, his mind moved and he asked, "Besides the bronze bird, is there any reason why Luo Shen must stay in Zhangshui?"
Yu Xianmo calculated that the reason why Luo Shen went to Zhangshui was purely to reunite with Zhen Mi, the robbery body, so that he could experience the joys and sorrows of this world in his human body.
When Zhen Mi dies, there will be no such so-called Luo Shen in the world.
It doesn't make any sense whether to stay in Zhangshui or not.
As for the matter of Tongque, you can ask her to help look for it before that.
Yu Xian did not mention the matter of Tongque and asked directly, "What if we don't need to stay in Zhangshui?"
Zuoqiu Junyi perked up after hearing this and said with a smile, "Then you owe me a favor."
As he spoke, he crossed out the previous sentences and wrote again, "The water plants are scattered, the grass is long. The orchid and the water are in the water, hunting for the moon and chasing the light. God is heading north, and Changle is still young."
After Yu Xian finished reading, he thought for a moment and immediately understood the mystery.
Zuoqiu Junyi said proudly, "If you really want to move to a feudal state, I'm afraid you'll be doomed, and I may also suffer the same misfortune. But if you just go hunting north of the river where there is no monarch, God may turn a blind eye.
Only one eye."
"Okay you." Yu Xian immediately looked at the old guy with admiration.
Although he had already made plans to fight against the destiny, whether it was the bolide falling from the sky or the giant monkey hitting him with a stick, Yu Xian had no idea at all.
As expected, having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.
When Zuoqiu Junyi finished writing the memorial text, Yu Xian hurriedly read it and put it into his arms with satisfaction.
After that, just get it done as soon as possible when no one is around.
Yu Xian wanted to take advantage of the situation to ask about Tongque. Unexpectedly, old man Zuoqiu felt more and more that Yu Xian wanted to eat alone.
Reluctant to say another word.
And Yu Xian...
If you really want to eat alone, you will inevitably feel depressed.
The two of them quarreled for a while and tacitly agreed to change the topic.
Zuoqiu Junyi motioned to the team serving porridge below and suggested, "Would you like to go down and try a bowl? It tastes pretty good."
At this time, there were not many people in line.
Yu Xian was in serious physical condition, and his whole attitude was to refuse but he was soon persuaded by Zuoqiu Junyi.
The two of them waited until the end of the line, and it would be their turn soon.
Yu Xian had no utensils and used clay pots given by the monks. Zuoqiu Junyi did the same.
When Yu Xian finished half the can, Zuoqiu Junyi was revealed behind him.
The monk serving the rice raised his head, his expression moved slightly, and then he looked around like a thief.
The monk next to him subconsciously looked away.
Then the monk who served the rice lowered his brows, deliberately stirred the bottom of the pot, and filled a full jar for old Zuoqiu.
The two of them still found a place with few people and sat down.
At this time, the sky had darkened and the moon had not yet risen. Only the silhouettes of each other could be vaguely seen.
Zuoqiu Junyi tapped the jar in his hand with his finger, shook his head and said, "If you eat this kind of food, you will inevitably have to leave a trace. Alas, I have no other problem, I just don't like these little bargains..."
After he finished speaking, he refused to be polite and drank it as a matter of course with a wooden spoon.
Yu Xian was startled, looked at the jar in his hand, and put down the spoon.
Zuoqiu Junyi ate for a while, but when he saw that Yu Xian didn't move, he wondered, "Why don't you eat?"
Yu Xian remained silent and poured the gruel into Zuoqiu Junyi's jar.
Zuoqiu Junyi didn't mind it either. He was watching the fun and provoked without taking it too seriously, "What? Are you Taoists and Buddhists so unwilling to deal with each other?"
Yu Xian shook his head after hearing this, "It has nothing to do with these two families, it's just that I don't want to eat it."
After speaking, Yu Xian tapped the empty jar in his hand with his fingers.
"Let me ask you, although these monks have compassionate faces, they don't plow or plant, so where does this food come from?"
When the old man Zuoqiu heard this, he didn't even raise his eyelids and hummed, "Aren't you asking knowingly?"
Yu Xian said, "This is the difference between Taoism and Buddhism. Although some Taoists try to join the world and influence the court with Huang-Lao's learning. But the core idea of Huang-Lao's learning is to cultivate one's health and appease the people.
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"Most people who practice Taoism still only want to ascend to heaven and become immortals. What they pursue is their own perfection. Wherever there are secluded mountains and old forests, they will go there."
"As for the secular people..."
Yu Xian thought about Zhang Lu's virtue when he was busy sealing the mountain before, and said more frankly, "Is it just for me?"
After hearing this, old man Zuoqiu burst into laughter and teased.
"That's right, sometimes you guys are quite frankly unlikable."
Yu Xian's expression remained unchanged and he said seriously.
"Buddhism is different. Buddhism requires gathering people and making offerings."
"But now that the people are poor, the rice in anyone's bowl does not fall from the sky."
"Then what should we do? It's nothing more than coercion and inducement, so that the people can save money from their mouths and support them."
After hearing this, Zuoqiu Junyi looked at the jar in his hand and felt a little embarrassed, "Well, you can't say that, their teachings are still compassionate. I have been following them for many days, and I haven't seen any coercion or inducement."
"Haha." Yu Xian sneered, "Okay, today I accidentally heard a word from the great monk, called hell. Do you know what it is?"
"Uh." Zuoqiu Junyi was speechless when asked.
He glanced at the jar in his hand, and couldn't help but said with a sad face, "It's okay, I'm a soft-spoken person, so I'll tell you something."
Zuoqiu Junyi coughed dryly, and his face became a little solemn, "My dear nephew, please don't misunderstand. This is hell, but it is for evil people. For example, those who like to sow discord, slander and harm others, have smooth tongues, clever words, and lie and deceive others will die."
Then you will enter the tongue pulling hell. Those who like to bully the weak and treat others harshly will enter the foot cutting hell. Those who make a profession of skinning living beings and like to eat fresh meat and blood will enter the skin peeling hell."
"In addition, there is a hell of excrement and urine, a hell of burning hands, a hell of burning feet, a hell of saw teeth, a hell of chewing eyes, a hell of flying knives, and a hell of iron beds. All of these have causes."
Hearing this, Yu Xian asked calmly, "So according to what you said, how many hells are there in the world?"
Zuoqiu Junyi scratched his head, thought about what those monks said, and replied with the original words.
"The great hell has eighteen hells, and there are five hundred hells in it, each with different names, and one thousand hells in each hell, each with different names."
Yu Xian looked up to the sky and laughed.
As soon as the laughter subsided, his expression gradually became serious, "This is the first reason why I don't like Buddhism."
——"Good and evil are both human nature. They are complex judgments contained in our bones. Our human nature has both good and evil thoughts. In our lives, we have both good deeds and evil deeds."
"The word hell has never been used before."
"But since there was a Buddha, everyone can go to hell."