Who is not a monk

"But we've already bought our tickets."

"You remember."

The old Taoist patiently told him: "We are Taoist priests, and Taoist priests should go out to do things. As long as someone nearby finds us, unless we really can't go, we can't easily refuse."

The old Taoist raised his head and looked at the host who was coming ahead, and paused for a moment: "In this world, there are few things bigger than dead people..."

"Oh."

"But you have to remember one thing, at the ceremony site, you will see all kinds of life." The old Taoist paused, "Maybe some descendants are laughing, maybe some descendants show no respect for the ceremony, it doesn't mean they Don’t be sad, even if they are really not sad, it doesn’t mean they are not filial, even if they are really not filial, don’t judge them indiscriminately. Be a silent spectator, experience these things carefully, and try to think about the reasons inside.”

"What do you feel?"

"I can't tell you, you can only experience it yourself, this is your own business. Anything you can experience is your harvest, and everything I tell you is just my answer." The old Taoist voice Steady and gentle, "Let's go and see, you are a person with an exquisite heart, other people's points will only become restrictions on you, shrinking your sky."

"The disciple is taught."

The host family has come to welcome them.

The little Taoist watched silently from the side, watching them chat politely, and then walked into the bamboo forest with the master and the host's house.

Bamboo is a good thing. It can be used to weave farm tools and kitchen utensils, to be used as firewood, to dig bamboo shoots to eat, and it grows fast without worrying about it. Bamboo is planted next to almost every house in rural Xizhou.

When the mage arrived, after some discussion, the process was decided, and the funeral officially began soon.

According to the master's arrangement, the little Taoist priest first got rid of the remnants of the soul of the deceased, allowing him to naturally return to the origin of the world, and then recited the scriptures again.

There is no such thing as reincarnation in this world, and naturally there is no concept of transcendence. Although the content of the scriptures also contains personal information such as the deceased’s name, place of origin, birth date, etc., the meaning is only to report to Heavenly Venerable, telling him that one of his believers has passed away. To reassure the dead.

In fact, most Tianzun can't hear it.

This is just a ceremony, a process, and the last thing in a person's life.

It should be made more dignified.

The little Taoist closed his eyes and recited scriptures while carefully sensing his surroundings.

Hearing someone's voice is a mutual politeness and greeting.

I heard someone laughing, saying long time no see.

Hearing someone's crying, the crying was fake. After the guests finished offering incense, the crying stopped abruptly.

I heard a child playing a game.

I heard young people kneeling in front of the mourning hall whispering.

I heard the sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest.

The little Taoist was silent and thinking carefully.

If he heard it from others, or saw similar descriptions on some paper or electronic carriers, he might have cast aside these people's unfilial piety, but he didn't think so when he saw it with his own eyes.

Because the feelings for these people are more real.

These people are just ordinary people.

At night.

The host arranged a room for them to rest, and downstairs were a few juniors who were keeping watch. Fortunately, it was summer and it was not cold.

The little Taoist sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes still closed.

There were four people watching the night downstairs, all young people in their 30s and [-]s.In fact, it is enough for one person to watch the night. It is not a good thing to stay up all night, but they still insist on watching. Interestingly, they are also the ones who laugh and disapprove during the day.

Master is right.

Maybe there are future generations who are laughing and joking, but it doesn't mean they are not sad, and not all sadness has to be shown in front of the whole world.

Maybe some descendants are really not sad, but it doesn't mean they are not filial, maybe they just look down on death, and what replaces sadness is regret.

Maybe some descendants don't respect Buddhist rituals, but that doesn't mean they don't respect that old man, maybe what they don't respect is just this cumbersome procedure, a traditional custom that insists on torturing future generations.

Maybe some descendants are really not filial and respect the elderly, but don't judge a person to death based on just one incident.

People are very complicated.

The little Taoist felt very calm in his heart.

This is not Taoist practice.

It is the practice of the secret sect.

In addition to the Taoist practice system, the little Taoist also minored in certain Buddhist theories. In addition, he also possessed a bit of esoteric talent.

Taoism and Buddhism originally came from the same source, and they have been learning from each other since ancient times, but in ancient times they borrowed less, and most of them were rough externalities.For example, Taoist practitioners began to cooperate with the central court, and soon after, Buddhism followed suit.For example, referring to the feedback from pilgrims, Buddhism has streamlined the legal process, and Taoism has also been streamlined.For example, Taoist sects began to implement the policy of free incense, and Buddhist sects followed suit.

In modern times, the two have become more intertwined.

The first is the opening of the national policy. I hope that everyone will stop cherishing themselves. Taoism and Buddhism are the first to respond, but they only hand over the core practice concepts and some supporting introductory exercises.A few decades ago, the royal family stood up again to guarantee and coordinate, and selected a few disciples from the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism who met the practice requirements of the two systems at the same time, and practiced the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism together. Find some way to combine the two systems.

Little Taoist is one of them.

As for the secret sect system, it was purely an accident——

He happened to have a little bit of esoteric talent, but he was found by the occult sect, but he was not very talented in this area.

Leaving aside other mysterious requirements, just his character alone, he is not suitable for cultivating the secret sect system.

It is said that those who practice the esoteric system must be indifferent and detached, and he can't do it.

Fortunately, some concepts of the esoteric system are inherently capable of coordinating and integrating the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, so he can use this bit of esoteric talent to combine with the theory of esoteric schools to achieve the goal of co-cultivating the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism.

The master said that he has an exquisite heart that perceives everything in the world.

Master always said so.

"Xuanzhen."

"Master."

"Go back to Beijing alone tomorrow."

"Good master."

"when are we leaving?"

"In the evening, take the high-speed train."

"it is good."

Master closed his eyes again.

The little Taoist took out his mobile phone, and after rebooking the high-speed rail ticket, he opened another software.

Recently this thing has become a source of happiness for him.

The Gate of Wonders: Returning to Yujing Tomorrow

The Door of All Wonders: Do you have a date for dinner?

The Gate of Wonders: Amitabha, give the poor monk and brother Qingdeng a roast leg of lamb

Beauty with eight-pack abs:/This is too much

Qingcai Keke: Are you not in Yujing?

The Gate of Wonders: In Xizhou

Grandma always said: Why go to Xizhou?

The Door to All Wonders: Going Out and Traveling

Qingcai Keke: When will you come back?

The Gate of Wonders: Tomorrow Night

Grandma always said: what a fart

Grandma always said: The fight will start the day after tomorrow

Just as the little Taoist priest was about to say something, he heard the master's voice from beside him: "It's late at night, it's time to practice."

The little Taoist put down the phone helplessly.

……

April twenty.

Chen Shu got the military academy temporary pass issued by the school, and also received another pass from the group leader.

Because of the special nature of the military academy, which is different from Yujing Academy and Ling'an Academy, it is not allowed to enter and leave casually.Contestants need to use this pass to enter and exit, and at the same time, they can also eat for free in the cafeteria with this temporary pass.

He went out early in the morning.

When I came to Ling'an Academy, while waiting for Qingqing, I carefully read the rules and discussed with my friends in the sand sculpture group.

There is a rule in the off-campus competition: if necessary, standard weapons can be applied to the organizer, but the use of self-owned weapons is prohibited.

That is to say, if you are a sword repairer, you can get the standard long sword provided by the organizer.If you are a martial artist with a customary weapon, you can also apply to the organizer for your applicable weapon.

But this is still a weakening of traditional sword repair.

Because the traditional sword repair is to raise the sword, even if the quality of your own sword is equal to this sword, there is a very big difference in using it.

I saw the sand sculpture netizens in the group say——

Grandma always said: Haha I will tell you quietly that the weapons provided by the National Defense Military Academy will not be taken back, and they can be taken away after the competition, so I suggest that you apply for one whether you need it or not, and you can earn a sum of money at that time

Vegetable cocoa: What a cheapie!

The application was promptly submitted.

When she noticed something strange and suddenly turned her head, Qingqing stood behind him with a calm face, and she had been looking at him for an unknown amount of time.

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Chapter 165 This Is Not My Roommate (Thanks to the leader of "Where's My Head")

"Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve... All of you will lower the gravity belt by one gear, continue!

"One, two..."

On the training ground of the National Defense Military Academy, a class is undergoing physical training, and each student wears a gravity belt to ensure the intensity of the training.

"One last set!

"One, two...

"All rise! Assemble!

"stand at attention!

"Relax!

"stand at attention!"

The instructor stared at them blankly, suddenly felt a little anxious, so he frowned and shouted:

"Zhang Ming?"

"To!"

"Exit!"

"Yes!"

"Come and take a look! Stand in a military posture!"

"Yes!"

The instructor strode towards the toilet.

At this moment, a figure in the distance walked straight towards them.

That figure was tall and slender, with long legs. Although he was dressed casually, he had a cold aura about him.When she walked in front of the phalanx and glanced coldly around them, no one dared to look at her for a moment.

She only heard her shouting in a deep voice:

"stand at attention!"

The students couldn't help but follow suit.

"Take a break!"

The sound of neat movements.