Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

"This is even more obvious. Although your clothes are old-fashioned, your child's clothes are very bright. It shows that you love your son very much."

"All parents are like this. They would rather suffer a little themselves than give their children the best. There's nothing wrong with that," said the middle-aged woman.

"I can understand your parents' feelings, but just now I saw the children running and jumping in front, and you were carrying a lot of bags, shouting and chasing after them."

After hearing what Qiu Chuji said, the little boy's face turned slightly red. He immediately took the bag from his mother's hand and put it on his back.

"Young man, how old are you?" Qiu Chuji bent down and asked kindly.

"Fourteen."

"You are still young, don't listen to that liar's nonsense, study hard, the road ahead is yours." Qiu Chuji patted the boy's shoulder.

"But he was also very accurate. He immediately saw that I had difficulties in studying."

"Nonsense! If there weren't any difficulties, who would ask him for fortune-telling?"

There was laughter all around, and the boy smiled sheepishly.

"Master, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I would have been cheated again today." The middle-aged woman said to Qiu Chuji gratefully, "I don't have anything good, so I brought you some fruits."

"No, no, if you can wake up and not be deceived in the future, my trip won't be in vain."

After this little episode, the group continued climbing the mountain.

"Master Qiu is such a good person." He Shuangqing witnessed the scene just now and couldn't help but praise him repeatedly.

"Alas, these people who pretend to be gods and cheat people for food and drink have existed since ancient times. Most of the people they cheated are villagers, poor people, or the elderly and children. They are really unscrupulous." Qiu Chuji said angrily.

"But these people still like to use the Taoist banner to tarnish the reputation of Taoism."

At noon, the group had a quick lunch and finally reached the summit at 1 p.m. The sun was high in the sky, the clouds had cleared, and the view was vast.

"Eight hundred years have passed, things and people have changed, but the mountains and rivers remain the same." Qiu Chuji climbed to a high place and looked into the distance, expressing his emotion.

After a while, the group arrived at the Lingyingtai at the top of the mountain. They saw that the incense was burning brightly inside. Many pilgrims were holding three incense sticks and bowing devoutly to the statue.

Suddenly, a group of people came over. They were all wearing long robes and holding signs that read "Three-day and Two-night Meditation Experience Class in Zhongnan Mountain".

"What is an experience class?" Qiu Chuji asked curiously.

"It allows ordinary people to experience the life of a practitioner for a few days," Su Jiahe said. "Generally, there are many such organizations in Buddhist or Taoist resorts."

"Well, this is quite interesting." Qiu Chuji said as he walked up to the group of people.

"Excuse me, where do you practice?"

"It's right at the foot of the mountain. We'll pick you up and drop you off. It's only 1800 for three days. 3500 for two people, 5000 for three, and the more people you have, the cheaper it is." A young woman said, "Old man, for someone your age, it's a great place to stay for a few days to stay healthy."

"Ah? It costs money?" Qiu Chuji originally wanted to go and take a look, but when he heard the price, he turned around and left.

I have been repairing roads all my life and never paid for them, but now I have to pay to come here. What's the logic?

However, Su Jiahe, who was standing aside, was moved.

She discovered that Qiu Chuji also had the potential to be a special forces soldier. If she had to travel through mountains and rivers like this for seven consecutive days, she would not be able to bear it. It would be better for her to go to the meditation class for three days.

"Master Qiu, since you're here, don't worry about the money. It's a good opportunity for you to see how the cultivation of Taoism by later generations differs from yours."

After Su Jiahe's persuasion, Qiu Chuji finally agreed.

Su Jiahe readily paid the registration fee of 5,000 yuan, and the next morning, the three of them arrived at the retreat class to register.

There were a total of twenty people participating in the retreat, including middle-aged bosses, urban white-collar workers, retired elderly people, and young students.

After everyone arrived, a thin woman in her thirties, wearing white Hanfu and with her hair tied up, walked up to the podium.

"Fellow practitioners, hello everyone. My name is Yu Li Li, and I'm your teacher. You can also call me Taoist Master Yu. 'Yu Li' is an elegant name for bamboo in ancient times. The state I pursue is to be like bamboo, resilient and free, and at peace with the world..."

Listening to Yu Liren's self-introduction, Qiu Chuji nodded slightly.

"Yu Lisanren, this Taoist name does have some character."

"Today is the first day of the class. I will be giving a lecture in the first class. Please listen carefully and understand."

After Yu Liren finished speaking, he asked all the students to sit still and meditate with their eyes closed. He picked up a book and began to read word by word.

“The highest accomplishment in life is learning to forgive.”

“Don’t envy others. Life is like drinking water. You know whether it is hot or cold by yourself.”

“You have to give in order to gain. When you give someone a rose, the fragrance lingers on your hand.”

……

Some students listened with great interest, as if they had gained enlightenment, but Su Jiahe was drowsy.

"I thought it was going to be something profound, but it's just a collection of chicken soup for friends."

After the meditation, it was lunch time. Twenty people sat neatly at the long table. The staff served each person a steamed bun, a plate of radish, and a plate of vegetables.

"Excuse me, should we eat this before or after meals?" A male college student raised his hand to ask.

"Don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping." Yu Li Li said lightly.

Seeing that no one was talking, the male college student had no choice but to lower his head and eat.

In less than ten minutes, lunch time was over. Su Jiahe was naturally not full, but she was too embarrassed to say it, so she had to go for lunch break with everyone.

There were no beds in the sleeping area, just a mat on the floor. At two o'clock in the afternoon, it was time to get up again. Led by Yu Lili, the group headed to the classroom to begin their second experiential activity: copying scriptures.

The staff gave each person a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, as well as a Buddhist scripture. Melodic light music sounded in the classroom. In the quiet atmosphere, twenty people concentrated on writing together.

Most people these days don't know how to use a brush, and soon things get messy. Some get smeared with ink, some tear the rice paper, and one impatient woman nearly developed high blood pressure because she couldn't hold the brush steady.

"Everyone, please be patient and calm. When copying the scriptures, do not seek speed, but stability. Write each stroke carefully, and only then can you cultivate your character."

Su Jiahe had never held a brush before, so she could only write with an awkward posture. In addition, she didn't eat enough at noon, so her stomach was growling with hunger. She began to regret signing up for the retreat class.

If I had known I would have to endure this kind of suffering, I would rather have traveled like a special forces soldier.

Two hours later, the scripture copying session finally ended, and all the students handed their results to the teacher for review in turn.

Most people's calligraphy was crooked and childish, but Yu Li Ren was already used to it and just nodded slightly.

However, when Qiu Chuji and He Shuangqing handed over the scriptures, everyone present was amazed.

Qiu Chuji's writing is vigorous, elegant and graceful, while He Shuangqing's writing is neat and beautiful in small regular script.

"You two have both learned calligraphy, right?" Yu Lijun asked in surprise.

"Well, I have been learning it since I was a child." Qiu Chuji said casually.

"Good calligraphy, good calligraphy!" Yu Li Ren secretly handed the scriptures copied by the two to his assistant.

"Keep it and use it as a recruitment advertisement."

In the evening, everyone had the same light dinner and started to worship the moon and pray for blessings.

"Tonight, everyone should be brave enough to express their wishes. You can pray for yourself, your family, or your friends. Heaven will sense your energy."

Yu Li Ren led everyone to a pavilion where there was an altar with a portrait hanging in front of it.

"While worshipping the moon, we must also pay homage to our ancestor, the Taoist master and founder of Quanzhen Sect—Wang Chongyang."

"Master?"

Qiu Chuji was suddenly startled.