Chapter 338 Have the confidence, what are you afraid of?
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the wilderness is peaceful and quiet.
One person and one donkey flew in the night sky, looking for the barren mountains in the remote countryside, and circled to the northeast. The donkey took a double dose of the healing elixir, and his body gradually began to feel the effects, and the pain was gone.
It can't stand boredom, and when it's bored, it will find topics to pass the time on the road.
"Master, do you think Bian Wuguo is a good person or a bad person?"
Zhang Wenfeng, who was silently thinking about the previous dangerous battle and summing up the gains and losses, was slightly stunned when he heard the profound proposition asked by the donkey. He glanced sideways at the donkey, who had a lot of sparse hair, and saw that the guy was not looking forward to Gu Zixiong's coquettish behavior.
, then I realized that I was overthinking it, and the original meaning of donkey was literal.
He pondered and replied: "From the perspective of a monk in Yuhua Pavilion, Bian Wuguo is basically a good person because he can give guidance and teaching to apprentices, win honor and reputation for the sect, win cultivation resources, etc. But from our perspective
From a perspective, he is a bad guy and thief who is greedy, unyielding, bullies others, and takes advantage of others, so he deserves to die."
He divided it into two parts and gave Bian Wu a final conclusion.
The donkey's eyes widened, "Uh, uh", he was surprised for a long time before saying: "Master, what you said is quite interesting. I always thought he was a complete bad guy, the kind that is so bad that the soles of his feet ooze, and he only thinks about it.
I want to kill him. Listening to what you said, it seems that he is not a terribly bad guy. How can I put it...he shouldn't cause trouble for us."
After a long chirp, it came up with this simple and crude reason.
"So, most people in the world are not necessarily good or bad. It just depends on the angle from which they look at it."
Zhang Wenfeng saw that the donkey was talking about such a philosophical issue, so he added a few more words to make the donkey act with a balance in mind, and continued: "There is a saying in the 'Cultivation and Resting Chapter' of the "Four Directions Sutra" that is very important.
Well, 'whose desires are deep, his secrets are shallow'. There is no room for dust in the human heart. Even if there is a little dust, there may be endless distracting thoughts and desires. This is why it is necessary to 'cultivate the mind and reflect on yourself'.
Only by wiping it from time to time can the state of mind be kept as bright as before. The path of practice will become wider and wider, and the realm of practice will become farther and farther."
He tried his best to explain things in a simple and easy-to-understand way, but making things too difficult would be counterproductive.
The donkey showed a sudden look on his face and grinned: "Master, how should I cultivate my mind and reflect on myself?"
Very good, I finally listened.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said: "You are in the Taoist sect, so of course you have to solve the problem according to the Taoist sect's methods. From now on, in addition to the daily listening to the scriptures outside the temple, you must chant the scriptures and do your homework in the morning and evening. You should copy the scriptures to deepen your impression and understand the profound meaning. 'In the final analysis
It is called Jing, Jing means Fu Ming, and if you don’t want to be still, the world will be right by itself. Many of the principles of practice are recorded in the Taoist classics. Only by calmly pondering and understanding can you find the right path."
The donkey drooped its ears and muttered: "Master Guan, I can't even read the characters, how can I chant sutras and do homework?"
It suspected that the viewer was setting a trap for it, but unfortunately it could not find any evidence.
Just thinking about copying scriptures with its hooves made his head hurt. It tried hard to think back, when did it accidentally offend the viewer?
It must have offended the viewer.
"The apprentices of the Qingzheng Academy still haven't learned all the words, and they have memorized more than thirty volumes of the "Sifang Miaojing". Gu Chaowen, Wei Jingjie, and Shi Nanguan, who are diligent, have memorized more than fifty volumes.
, you don’t have to memorize scriptures every day like the apprentices, you are talented and have a photographic memory, so you only need to study the nine volumes of ‘Cultivation of Morality and Peace,’ which is not much, right?”
"Not much, not much."
The donkey quickly agreed and had to bite the bullet to finish it.
Otherwise, the viewer would add "prayers for blessings", "merits and sacrifices to the body", etc., and that would be called a big head.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and recited a Taoist poem as the conclusion of this talk on Taoism.
The donkey repeated the words and wrote them down, slowly understanding the meaning.
There was no more chatting along the way, the donkey didn’t want to chat with the visitor anymore, the visitor was chatting to death.
It was late at night when we returned to Xianling Temple, and the half moon was setting in the west.
The second senior brother, who had received the summons from Huang Fu earlier, and Yue Anyan were meditating and waiting in the Banshan Pavilion. A wind lantern was hung outside the pavilion.
The three of them met and exchanged a few words, then went up the mountain and walked into the West Hall together, chatting for two quarters of an hour.
Yue Anyan was a little surprised when she heard that the Guan asked her to teach the donkey to recite and copy sutras, but then she agreed with a smile.
Reciting sutras is not difficult, but asking Luzi to copy sutras is really embarrassing for a donkey.
"You can still write by biting the penholder with your mouth. There are always more methods than difficulties. Get used to it slowly. Luzi's training is growing too fast. He needs to cultivate the purity of his heart and sharpen his state of mind."
"Yes, don't worry, master, I will teach it."
Yue Anyan understood that he had made a mistake and bowed slightly.
After admiring several rare treasures brought back by the visitors, the two of them excused themselves and went back down the mountain to rest.
Zhang Wenfeng stored most of the treasures in the secret room of the underground palace, and the key to opening the underground palace mechanism has been taught to his second senior brother and Yue Anyan, just in case an accident happens, or he is trapped in a certain place for several years or ten years, the Taoist temple can develop smoothly.
Early on the next morning, the temple owner, who had not been seen for a long time, joined everyone in the morning class.
It elicited a low cheer from the apprentices.
During breakfast, the old lame man couldn't wait for the donkey he heard was coming back with him. He got up and looked for the back mountain, where he found the bald donkey wandering in the northwest forest. He was stunned for a moment, smiled and cursed:
"Don't you just lose a few clumps of hair on the day of the donkey? Some of you are too embarrassed to see people? You don't have any missing items. Come here and follow me to the dining hall. I've prepared a jar of good wine for you. Use it." If you don't eat the ingredients mixed with fresh spiritual grass, I will pour them to the animals in the shed."
When the donkey heard that there was fresh spiritual grass to eat, its eyes were very bright. It rushed over and shook its head again and again. It put the old man on its back and carried it on its back. It rushed towards Qingzheng Courtyard and ran as fast as it could. Stable and fast.
The old lame man touched the scratches on the donkey's back and the bald hair marks left by his fists. He smiled happily and cursed honestly and bluntly: "You can't come back with injuries every time you go out. Be more upbeat and practice your skills well? Look at Brother Feng, he's just like a normal person, you don't have the brain to learn more."
The donkey snorted and rolled his eyes, but he was speechless in reply.
After breakfast, Zhang Wenfeng did not go to the teahouse to have tea and chat with the two of them. He had many things to do today.
I came to the back mountain alone, walked into the mountain col filled with white mist, and went down to the cave hall. I saw a short man in a khaki short robe walking around the bronze lamp in the middle with his hands behind his back.
The two looked at each other, Tu Ling stood still and said nothing.
Zhang Wenfeng looked at it carefully for a while, felt happy, and said with cupped hands: "Congratulations to Taoist Taoist Tu Kun for his recovery to the third level!"
The earth spirit moved his whiskers and smiled dryly: "With the help of this bronze lamp, it saved me a lot of time. It's just that if I want to return to the fourth level from the next three levels, it will take a long time to sit like this. Extremely long.”
No matter how much he felt nothing about the cheap Guanzhu he accepted, he still had to follow the wishes of the hairpin ancestor and wait for a period of time before making any further decisions.
Zhang Wenfeng understood Tu Ling's hidden meaning and asked with a smile: "I got some treasures during this trip. I wonder if fellow Taoist Tu Kun can use the 200-year-old purple ginseng?"
A wooden box appeared in his hand. He removed the restrictions and opened it, revealing a spiritual ginseng with a few whiskers missing.
This is a reward earned by the donkey.
He used it to win over the earth spirits. The treasures of heaven, materials and earth that were more than two hundred years old were very attractive to the second and third level demon cultivators.
The earth spirit can recover to the third level of cultivation in advance, which is as confident as the Dinghai Shenzhen for the entire fairy spirit concept.
He was originally a little worried that because Bian Wuguo was about to die, the Yuhua Pavilion would come to him to cause trouble and seek bad luck for him. Now that he had cleared away the gloom in his mind, what else did he have to fear?
He had the confidence to argue with the other party, since he did not kill Bian Wuguo anyway.
With just one point, you can stand firm.
Tu Kun sniffed, took the wooden box and held it in his hand: "Thank you very much for your thoughtfulness. It just comes in handy."
After standing and chatting briefly for a while, Zhang Wenfeng turned around and went out. He also wanted to make a trip to White Fox Castle to meet Xin Xing, who had been staying at home, and then to take a look at the secret room where the ghost-headed mushrooms were grown.