Those years when I practiced Taoism in the magic capital

Chapter 1 A day in the life of a Taoist priest

PS: [Parallel world, everything in the book has nothing to do with reality!Readers, don't bring reality into the book, so as not to affect the reading quality! 】

In the early morning, after offering incense to the patriarch, Zhang Qingyun sat cross-legged in the yard and started his morning homework.

In front of the Taoist Temple, people came and went in a hurry.But few people took a look inside the Taoist Temple.

There were many pedestrians, and there was a lot of noise, but Zhang Qingyun didn't seem to hear it.

Over the years, he has long been used to this kind of life.

"if."

After the morning class chanting, Zhang Qingyun stood up with some regret on his face: "Tianshiguan, if it's in the deep mountains and forests, even in the suburbs, it's better here."

Zhang Qingyun thought this way more than once.

The world is surrounded by red dust, and there is a lot of noise. How to cultivate the Tao?

Taoism started relatively late in Modu, and it only began to preach in Modu in modern times.

When Zhang Tianshi preached in the magic capital, this Taoist temple also came into being.

Only later, during the war, this Taoist temple was gradually abandoned.

It was only in the last few decades that Tianshiguan had another owner.

In recent decades of economic development, this place was originally a barren place, with high-rise buildings erected, and Tianshi Temple was surrounded by high-rise buildings.

The Tianshi Temple is on a pedestrian street with a lot of people.

However, it is the most descendant and does not accept foreign incense. For many years, there has been almost no incense here.

The Taoist temple is not large, covering an area of ​​less than three acres, and it is divided into two courtyards.

In this place where an inch of land is worth an inch of gold, the Celestial Master View is under the name of Zhang Qingyun.Although the incense is not prosperous, no one cares about the Taoist temple. Fortunately, he is a serious Taoist priest. He has a single fee every month, and his life is still decent.

To have such a piece of land ownership here, Zhang Qingyun is not happy.

Holding a broom and cleaning the yard, Zhang Qingyun occasionally raised his head and glanced at the top of his head.Be careful of falling objects in the air, once, Zhang Qingyun was hit by a falling object in the air.
A clay flower pot fell from an unknown floor and hit Zhang Qingyun's head for some reason. His head was opened, and more than a dozen stitches were stitched.

Soon, the rubbish is piled up, and the ingredients are very mixed.

There are cigarette butts, plastic bags, waste paper
After sending the garbage to the trash can in front of the door, Zhang Qingyun went to the backyard again.Zhang Qingyun lives in this Taoist temple alone, and generates very little domestic waste every day.

However, the economy here is developing rapidly, and the surrounding area is not a high-end community, but low-cost rental housing.The population here is very mixed, from all over the country, and even foreigners.

The quality of people varies from high to low, and it is difficult to avoid objects falling in the air. These garbage are all thrown from the sky by the high-rise buildings on both sides of the Taoist temple.The garbage composition in the front yard is fairly normal, but the back yard is a little miserable.

If there are cameras, there are still traces of high-altitude parabolas.

To install a camera, he has no money, food and drink will become a problem, how can he have such spare money?

That is, there is no evidence, and the police have been reported many times, but nothing has happened.

The population composition is too mixed. Ninety-nine percent of the people living here are tenants and migrant workers. You came and I left. It is not a fixed place of residence, and the police are helpless.

Zhang Qingyun sighed with emotion: "I don't know who it is."

On the ground, a garbage full of liquid is very dazzling
Taking a broom and sweeping it into the garbage heap, Zhang Qingyun helplessly put a pink omen into the garbage heap: "Fortunately, no one will come here, otherwise the reputation of the poor road will be ruined."

Pick up this junk and put it in the corner.Zhang Qingyun didn't dare to throw such garbage during the day, he was really afraid of causing misunderstanding.If someone finds such rubbish, he is afraid.
After cleaning the front and back yard, I just arrived at the front yard.

"Snapped"

A plastic belt fell in front of him, and the soup splashed.

Silently pick up the garbage bag and send it to the trash can in front of the door.Looking up at the west floor, he sighed helplessly: "It's been repeatedly banned, I just hope they can forget it. If they still have the quality, do I have to work so hard every day?"

Holding the mop and wiping the soup, the rush hour in the morning finally passed, Zhang Qingyun returned to his room: "The rush hour is fine, if it's a weekend."

On weekends, these people from all over the country have no entertainment and stay in rental houses, but there will be more parabolas in the air.

After cleaning the yard, Zhang Qingyun brought in the ladder again, cleaned the roof, and then began to wash.

After washing, Zhang Qingyun began to clean up his long hair.Pulled into a bun, and incense to the patriarch, only then did he relax.

He doesn't have any specific work every day, and after he is busy with these, he has reached the third pole in the sun.Going out of the Taoist temple, going to the vegetable market to buy some food, and returning to the Taoist temple, in addition to chanting scriptures, it is to practice calligraphy.

Today, Zhang Qingyun is a little upset.

Looking out the window, with a lonely expression: "Just spend your life like this?"

Zhang Qingyun has thought about this kind of problem more than once. He is the only one in the Tianshiguan, and no one speaks with him.Today is his birthday, and no one sent a blessing.

"Before I knew it, I was 32 years old."

After more than 30 years in Shanghai, Zhang Qingyun discovered that he didn't even have a single friend.

Not to mention friends, people who used to be familiar have also become strangers.

In his memory, from the age he remembered, he practiced with his master in the Temple of Heavenly Masters.He once heard the master talk about his life experience. He was also a master who had just become the master of the Tianshi Temple. When he opened the door in the morning, he saw Zhang Qingyun who was abandoned in front of the Taoist Temple.

The population structure of Shanghai is very complicated, from different places to different places, at home and abroad, especially more than 30 years ago, the economy of Shanghai began to take off, and the population mobility was even greater.

It's not like now, there are cameras everywhere, and there are still traces to follow. More than 30 years ago, there were no cameras.

Therefore, Zhang Qingyun's life experience cannot be solved.

Since he couldn't calm down, Zhang Qingyun went out and opened a vegetable garden in the backyard.At this time, the green vegetables are green and growing very well.

As soon as I walked out the door, there was a roar above my head.

Subconsciously raised his head, a fire flashed from south to north like a shooting star.Just as he raised his head, the firelight turned strangely and fell into the yard.

The speed was too fast, and there was no time to dodge. Before Zhang Qingyun could react, he hit him in the head.

“#￥%&@”

In an instant, after more than [-] years of cultivating Dao and nourishing Qi, Dao Heart collapsed: "God damn it, is this killing me?"

I don't know if this is the first time I've been hit by a parabola in the air. It used to be some daily necessities, at most a flower pot was thrown down.

Just pour gasoline directly and burn it all down.

"I don't need to open my head now, I'm going to burn directly."

However, I touched the top of my head subconsciously, and there was no pain in my hair.

"Ok?"

I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror: "It shouldn't be."

The flame just now was very thick, as thick as a bucket, and several meters long fell on the top of his head, I am afraid he has been swallowed by the fire.

Now, he is intact in the mirror. When combing his hair, the stubborn and stubborn hairs stand up to the sky in a unique shape.

Touching his face, pinching his ears, and turning his head to take a closer look, Zhang Qingyun shrugged: "Just now. It must be hallucination and must improve the food. I open meat once every five days, the nutrition can't keep up, it must be blood sugar. lower."

Although there is a single monthly fee, it is not much. It is enough for his daily expenses. He does not dare to spend it when he buys a Taoist temple.

So, life is easy, but money is tight.Open meat once every five days, or he will save some money here and search for points there to save money.

"Snapped"

As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, a black mobile phone landed under my feet.

In an instant, the phone was torn apart.

A cold sweat broke out from his body, and when he looked up, he saw a stair window on the fifth floor, a woman dressed in a sexy slap slapped the face of a handsome, stylishly dressed young man, and scolded fiercely: " Scumbag!"

Then went downstairs in disgust.

"This world."

Stretching his feet, he kicked the broken mobile phone to the garbage heap, Zhang Qingyun shook his head and sighed: "This world, men and women. I don't know who is the scumbag."

Or clean up the vegetable garden?
Just like the yard, the vegetable garden needs to be cleaned every day, and after a few nights, there will be some garbage.

After cleaning up the vegetable garden, I just put the rubbish in the heap, and then watered it with water.

"Master, excuse me, I just dropped my phone here, did you see it?"

Grandmaster?

Shaking his head, he didn't correct it.

To call a Taoist priest can be called a master, but it always makes people feel awkward, there is a feeling that there is no distinction between monks and Taoists.

Turning his head, Zhang Qingyun stopped abruptly when he wanted to remind him where the phone was broken.

(End of this chapter)