Only Wu Chi shouted angrily and complained to his two fellow Taoists: "What are you doing standing still? Come on, let's kowtow to the old god together!"

Yan Zhuo grinned. He just heard about Xuandu Temple and it was so exaggerated.

Taoist Master Sun waved his hand, "Forget it, you are not Taoist priests from Xuandu Temple. The people you meet on the road are all fellow Taoists. You kowtow to others casually for no reason. How can you behave like this?"

That autumn night, he suddenly asked: "This old Taoist priest, have you ever heard that Hongping Hongxian, the head of Motou, served in the ancestral court of Xuandu Temple? I heard that a few years ago, Gao Sheng went to a certain national Taoist temple in Qizhou to serve as the chief minister.

Already."

Taoist priest Sun smiled and shook his head: "Who? Never heard of it. The Taoist temple is a bit big. Maybe I have never seen this Hong Xianchang, who is from the Motou family. But I can talk to him later, so why are I just wandering around?

After arriving in Yongzhou, how did I become familiar with you, fellow Taoist?"

A Taoist temple has three capitals, five masters, eight deacons and eighteen heads. Each of these guys is in charge of a large group of Taoist officials.

What's more, Xuandu Temple, the world's leading giant, plus more than a hundred large and small Taoist temples outside the ancestral court, the entire territory of Qizhou belongs to the lineage of Xuandu Temple. Just the official Taoist officials with Dudu.

Nearly 100,000 people. The vast majority of Taoist officials may have never seen the old temple master in person in their lives.

What's more, even the old temple master did not participate in every meeting of the Patriarch Hall of Xuandu Temple. There were about ten meetings, and it was considered good to be able to attend two or three meetings.

Qiu Ye's face changed slightly and he said with a smile: "Old Taoist Priest, please don't take it seriously. I am just making it up. There is no such thing as Hong Xianzhang who comes from the Motou lineage of Xuandu Guan Zuting. How can I be the Taoist official of Xuandu Guan?"

A qigong practitioner with this kind of background can achieve great heights."

Yan Zhuo was a little worried about what would happen to this guy.

There is a widely circulated saying in Qingming world, which is specially used to advise those who like to talk half-talk. It is not only spread among Taoist officials in various states, but also in the markets of various countries. It is known to all women and children.

"The person who half-talked last time has already sprinkled water and swept the floor in Xuandu Temple."

After all, Taoist Master Sun of Daxuandu Temple has a high level of Taoism and is very narrow-minded.

Whoever deliberately tries to get along with this old temple master and dares to talk half-heartedly will get an invitation letter to visit Xuandu Temple if he is not careful. It is not okay if he does not go.

As for the so-called "invitation letter", the old viewer will slap you unconscious, and when you wake up, you will be lying in a strange room with a bucket, rag, broom and dustpan at your feet.

Taoist Sun stroked his beard and said with a smile: "When did the Taoist officials of Xuandu Temple become so unattainable? Why didn't Pindao know about it? Pindao felt that Hong Xianchang, who had been promoted to be the leader of the temple, would really be incompatible with Taoism.

It's good if you are acquainted with each other, Pindao thinks that in the future it will be more than enough to be a temple master, or a real protector of a small country."

Yan Zhuo immediately understood that Immortal Hong had fallen into the eyes of the old temple master.

Because if the old temple master said to go see him, he will definitely go to see him.

Taoist Master Sun took out three secret talismans from Xuandu Temple from his sleeves and placed them gently on the table. "I had a great time chatting with the three fellow Taoists. It's a meeting gift, so don't despise them."

Chunshe and Na Qiuye looked at each other, neither daring to take the purple-gold talisman where sword energy and Tao energy lingered together.

Only Wu Chi, who was courageous and not afraid of death, carefully picked up the talisman, slapped the Taoist priest on it, and then thanked the old Taoist master.

Taoist priest Sun said with a smile: "You read that book on the table for nothing. Today is not bad. I met a poor Taoist. Remember to be careful in the future. Don't be so greedy for money and be careful of Taoism."

Chunshe suddenly asked: "May I ask the old Taoist priest, why do all the talismans in the world like to have the seal of a real person on them?"

In the world of Qingming, the difference between a talisman and a talisman is as different as clouds and mud.

It is rumored that the latter can enable the wearer to go up mountains and rivers without any taboos. It can deter those who harm people and keep all evil spirits away. It can reach heaven to hear and speak to gods and men.

Taoist priest Sun smiled and said: "The reason is very simple. The Taoist talismans like to emphasize that all the ghosts and gods in the world are subject to the seal, and the talisman is in the hands of the judge. The real immortal king is like the head of a government office, and the judges in the government office are like subordinates. Therefore,

A real person who is not a judge cannot be a talisman. If a judge does not have the blessing of a real person's seal, his talisman... can still be used. Otherwise, those talismans in other worlds are either deceptive fakes or not effective enough. To put it simply,

It's just that it's not very powerful, and it doesn't hurt to hit people. As for why there are great talismans in other worlds, except for the lineage of Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, it is unique. Like the talisman under the Xuanmen, it is actually a secret seal, from Mr. Jiuhou of Sanshan

, When it comes to the profoundness and long history of the origin of Taoism, it is actually no worse than the Green City of Bai Yujing and the huge Lingbao City, it can even be said to be even better."

The three of them were shocked when they heard this. Of course they had heard of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain and the talisman Yu Xuan.

Did we meet someone with a louder tone than Qing Ling today?

Old Taoist Priest, you talk about the Green City, Lingbao City, and especially the old city lord Pang Ding by his first name. Are you really not afraid of being struck by lightning?

Taoist priest Sun smiled and said, "Now, can you tell Pindao where your fellow Taoist Qingling is wandering around?"

Wu Chi said: "Senior Qing Ling may be busy fishing at the Cangpu Lake at the moment. I heard that the bass there has the best taste."

Daochang Sun nodded, thanked him, pointed to the book on the table, and said, "You don't need to take it too seriously when reading this kind of book. You can just throw it away after reading it."

Chunshe shook his head and said, "Daozhang Sun, this is a good book."

In particular, some extremely short stories about strange things, with only a few hundred words, are very interesting.

Daochang Sun smiled and said disapprovingly: "That's because you haven't read a really good book yet. When you read more books in the future, you will know that the love you have now is nothing more than a wrong love and a pure waste of time."

Wu Chi carefully reminded: "Old Taoist, please be careful when you say this. I heard that the person who wrote this book...like the old Taoist, both came from Xuandu Temple."

Daochang Sun smiled and said: "What's the matter if we, the translator of the book, scolded the writer of the book? That's a matter of honor. Don't be ignorant."

"What bothers me the most is those who write short stories, they like to show off their skills and are flashy. Especially those who write long stories, they are bound by their feet and are grinding and grinding. They write where they should be happy, but they have to turn the pen and write those things that are not there.

Yes, it’s called idleness. To put it bluntly, it’s just using a shit stirrer as a chopstick, mixing water into good wine, and cursing people, but that’s all pretty easy.”

"If a poor Taoist is unhappy with a certain book, he will just go and take the writer to Xuanduguan. He will hold a brick in front of that guy every day and ask him to write carefully and carefully all night long.

Dadan wrote. Pindao has actually done this kind of thing...a few times, of course, it's up to you to believe it or not."

As the ancients say, writing an ancient book and passing it on from generation to generation can be said to be a great achievement for generations. Writing a new book and writing it to carry the Tao is a great achievement for thousands of years.

What is a truly good book?

When I flip through the book, I find something that makes me laugh. After reading it, I feel like I am left with a lingering taste in my mouth, or I feel like I want to take a few sips of wine.

It was so painful that I felt like nails were being driven into my heart. After closing the book, it was hard to even take a breath.

At the place of understanding, I feel like old friends at the first sight with someone or a certain sentence in the book. It seems that they have been waiting for a long time in the mountain of books.

I'm waiting for the words to be waiting for me.

On the edge of the Kopu Lake, a man who had been busy at the Liquen Ferry for a long time, but failed to attract customers, returned to the lake again, with a hairpin on his head, and continued fishing with a pole.

It's hard to do business, it's hard to make money, and it's really hard to make ends meet.

The man with a hairpin on his head saw the three people who appeared out of thin air. He immediately stood up and said with a bright smile: "Guanzhu Sun, I haven't seen you for many years. You still look so strong and strong, with an immortal spirit. I don't know what you are like now." What state are you in? Why don't you tell me and listen to me, and scare me?"

Daochang Sun sneered, raised one foot and said, "Seven realms."
Chapter completed!