History is like a forgetful old man, so history books are like a thin man.

Therefore, it is said that in Xuandu Temple, there is an unwritten rule of the Ancestral Master Hall, which is only passed down orally from generation to generation and will not be recorded in books. It warns those who study Taoism in the temple and those old classmates of the Taoist lineage that one day they meet on the road.

, if you don't hit back, you won't retaliate when you scold, no matter if you can beat someone or if you can't, don't do it anyway. This is a unique strange thing.

Xuandu Guan Sun was in his arms, and he dared to scold Bai Yujing, and he dared to scold everyone in the world.

Only among the dozens of temples and temples in these Taoist lineages, even a new Taoist boy would dare to scold Sun Huaizhong.

As for Bingjieshan, as the only top sect that had an open alliance with Song Maolu in the past, although he seemed to have been reminded by Song Maolu in advance and temporarily unilaterally tore up the alliance, Bingjieshan was not seriously injured, but Bingjieshan except

Outside of Longxinpu, my impressions of Sun Daozhang and Xuandu Temple are all the same.

You, Master Sun Guan, have been practicing Taoism for thousands of years and are skilled in swordsmanship. Apart from scolding Bai Yujing a few times, what have you done? What do you dare to do?

Daochang Sun said: "Senior sister, let's forget about that matter."

Seeing that the senior sister was silent, Taoist Sun continued: "Junior brother is a junior brother. On my side, Zhan Qing and Di Yuanfeng, plus the two on your side, they are all on their own. I believe that junior brother,

We don’t want us to waste so much effort. If senior sister has not forgotten, several of our fellow disciples had discussed this matter specifically, and only my junior brother’s idea was the most special and farthest from our opinions.”

Wang Sun leaned against a peach tree, crossed his arms across his chest, raised his head slightly, and stared blankly into Sun's arms.

It seems to be saying, I have been working hard for more than a thousand years, and when the time comes, you tell me to forget it? Xiaosun, do you deserve a beating or are you looking for a beating? Come on, give me a correct answer.

Is this any different from wiping your butt without toilet paper after taking a poop in the toilet?

Just thinking about it like this made Wang Sun feel quite sorry for his junior brother.

Sun Huaizhong said bravely: "Senior sister, listen to me."

Wang Sun remained silent.

Sun Huaizhong sighed, "Senior sister, what we do may make our junior brother even more unwilling, unworthy, and unhappy."

Wang Sun looked away and hummed softly.

Now it was Sun Huaizhong's turn. He was unsure and asked cautiously: "Sister, can you really let go?"

"It's nothing."

Wang Sun murmured: "I suddenly realized that I almost couldn't remember what Huang Gan looked like. I was a little sad."

Just such a sentence made the old viewer immediately turn his head, not daring to look at the senior sister again.

Wang Sun waved his hand, "Don't disturb my practice, just go and cool down."

The old patron nodded silently and came to a study that had been without an owner for many years.

In the study room, there is a couplet hanging in the handwriting of my junior brother.

Pipa, yellow oranges and green plums, a lonely crane soaring to the south sky, should do the things that all kinds of people should do.

Penglai Yingzhou square pot, Xian Zhen rides the wind down to Beishan, to be an indispensable person in the earth for thousands of autumns.

Old stories and storytellers are no longer young, let alone the people in the books.

The old viewer picked up the broom and dustpan in the corner and began to clean the spotless study.

After closing the door, the old viewer went to Bai Ye's hut. He was not polite to Bai Ye and even cooked a pot of eggs for himself.

The old spectator picked up a hard-boiled egg, and Bai Ye shook his head. The old spectator took the egg and knocked it gently on the table, swallowed it in one gulp, and said with a vague smile: "I was a child back then.

Junior brother has read the most, and he has read a lot of Buddhist scriptures and theories. Maybe he has read all the Buddhist books in Qingming World. Of course, this has something to do with the fact that we don’t have many Buddhist classics here."

The old meditator picked up another hard-boiled egg and smiled, "Break the shell of ignorance, drain the river of troubles, and free yourself from all the sorrows and sorrows of birth, old age, illness, and death."

Bai Ya just sat across the table.

After the old patron ate three hard-boiled eggs, he clapped his hands and said, "It is not my wish to affect the world for my own selfish interests."

The old man looked indifferent, paused for a moment, and continued: "But if the situation is unavoidable, then this is the only way."

Bai Ye said: "Since you have thought so much, what else can you do?"

The old Taoist priest smiled knowingly, nodded and said, "That makes sense."

You should do what you should do in the eternal world, and you should be an indispensable person in the earth for eternity.

If you have to do something, and there are many people, you have to choose one of the two, and make a choice, then choose the first and give up the last.

Children in the city have all played the game of eagle catching chickens. The child on the tail is like the disciple of the master in a sect, the younger brother of the senior brothers and sisters.

Huang Gan, Song Maolu. This pair of masters and disciples. One is a close disciple of the previous temple master, and the other is a close disciple of the latter.

Even the huge Xuandu Temple could not protect the two of them.

Even if there are difficulties, it is not a reason.

For so many years, Xuandu Guan has been in the hands of Taoist Master Sun. In fact, compared to his master, Taoist Master Qingyuan, he has a much deeper foundation.

Plant a towering tree for future generations to enjoy the shade, or dig a well and build a pavilion for people to rest.

No matter what it is, you have to do something and leave something behind.

The old patron smiled and said, "Drink some wine?"

Bai Ye said: "I only have one drink, Taoist Master Sun can do whatever he wants."

The old patron said: "One cup is enough."

The old man took out a wine jug and two wine glasses. They were all old things. Even the wine was something he was reluctant to drink and had been keeping for many years.

Bai Ye held up his tiger head hat and drank wine, but his face turned red all of a sudden.

The old patron couldn't stop laughing. Is this still the most proud Bai Ye in the world?

The old viewer quickly finished a glass of wine and turned to look outside the house.

When a young man travels far away, it seems as if he has the scorching sun on his back and his shoulders are always filled with moonlight.

It seems that every day the young people always look forward with their eyes, looking forward to tomorrow and hoping for the day after tomorrow.

It seems that all the past can be collectively called yesterday.

Dreaming back to the jungle of teenagers, I am also a teenager.

Bai Ya across the table.

Perhaps this man who once dominated the world was most proud of himself. He didn't even know or predict that some of his poems seemed to be written for himself.

For example, for my hometown Tianxia, ​​the most satisfying thing about building the ashram on an isolated island overseas was that the sea passengers took advantage of the sky wind, like birds in the clouds, and disappeared without a trace.

For another example, for the Qingming world in a foreign land, it will be the sword, flower and autumn lotus that come out of the box.

The old man squinted and smiled, looking calm.
Chapter completed!