Those years when I practiced Taoism in the magic capital

Chapter 37

"Poor Dao wants to scold people!"

Zhang Qingyun was a little annoyed: "Hey, the poor way is getting more and more irritable now, which is not good for the practice. The poor way must be self-cultivating. Chubby, come here."

Chubby and obediently came to Zhang Qingyun: "Meow"

"Your master doesn't want you anymore."

Pushing the cat hard, fat but very comfortable.

"I have clear soup and little water here, you bastard, you may not want to lose weight in the future, but you have to lose weight."

Looking up, looking at the tall building on the right: "If there was a selective punishment, it would be better to keep the lunch box."

"Hey, am I being rude?"

In the past, the high-altitude projectile made him grit his teeth.

Now I hope that the one who is still a boxed lunch can continue to throw: "It's mainly poor people, it's hard to raise oneself, raise a cat"

One night of practice, the next morning, Zhang Qingyun cleaned the yard and washed it.

As soon as the door of the Taoist Temple was opened, Chu Futian appeared: "Daoist. Hey, Taoist"

Chu Futian smirked, as if he had seen his sweetheart, Zhang Qingyun was startled, and frowned, "What do you want to do?"

"Master Dao. Go in and talk."

Glancing to both sides, Chu Futian seemed a little guilty.

"Just say something here."

The fat man's expression was a little disgusting, and Zhang Qingyun inexplicably guarded it.

Chu Futian is helpless: "The Taoist priest is really clever. Yesterday we went out of the Taoist temple and returned to my husband's house. My husband just fell to the ground. We took it to the hospital and were diagnosed with cerebral infarction. Fortunately, we were sent to the doctor in time and received timely treatment. Now he is in a condition. Stablize"

As he said that, Chu Futian took out a wad of money: "This is 1000 yuan. My wife asked me to bring it. It's a thank you to the Taoist priest."

Zhang Qingyun did not refuse and took the money.

Chu Futian took out another 1000 yuan and handed it to Zhang Qingyun: "Master Taoist, you have a clever plan. If my wife asks you for fortune-telling in the future, can you hide the private money for me?"

Zhang Qingyun smiled slightly, Chu Futian's family was good, but he was a little scared.

In order to keep his small treasury, he can only go bankrupt.

"You'll be short of money in the future, bring your daughter-in-law, and I'll help you solve it."

Chu Futian was stunned for a moment, and then overjoyed: "Thank you Daochang, thank you Daochang."

Chu Futian left with a thousand gratitude, looking at the money in his hand, Zhang Qingyun sighed: "To make money in front of Daozu, I'm afraid that I will use my life to fill it."

It is too easy for a Taoist priest to make money, just like Zhang Qingyun, who can predict the life and death of people, disasters and fortunes, future disasters and luck, and casually change people's lives against the sky, afraid that they will not make money?
Cultivating Taoism, Taoism is the bottom line, but how to grasp this bottom line?

"I need money too."

Food and drink expenses, that little salary is simply not enough: "Now that I have a cat, it's okay, Pindao likes to have dogs."

After locking the door of the Taoist temple, I went to the vegetable market, gritted my teeth, and bought a few pounds of meat.

I bought another incense stick paper, and when I came back, Zhang Qingyun sighed: "I spent nearly 1000 yuan in the morning when I went out."

Vegetables are worthless, and meat is a bit expensive, but only a hundred and ten yuan.

The main ones are talisman paper brushes and cinnabar, especially dyed incense, which costs 600 yuan for a small box
A large box costs 100 yuan, and each piece of Qingyun is not willing to part with it mainly because of the lack of money in the pocket.

After washing his hands, he first put incense on the patriarch, Zhang Qingyun cut off a piece of meat, and looked at the fat man who kept circling around him: "Poor Dao buys meat, mainly for you."

When eating, Zhang Qingyun didn't lie, and most of the meat was given to Chubby.

"Eat, eat this meal, I don't know when the next meal will be."

After eating, Zhang Qingyun watered the vegetable garden, cleaned up the sundries, and made a nest for Fatty.

Holding the futon, just under the eaves on the left side of the gate of the temple, meditate and practice.

Cultivation, cultivation, cultivation is the heart, is the nature.

Peace of mind, peace of mind, and indisputable things.

Refinement means refining the body and soul. The word “refinement” carries the word “fire”.It is important to know that all treasures are made after a lot of hard work.

Run the exercises, keep nourishing the body and soul, calm the heart, and slowly calm down.

Zhang Qingyun practiced, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered together. Fatty stayed by Zhang Qingyun's side at first, and finally lay directly in Zhang Qingyun's arms.His eyes narrowed, and the faint blue energy flickered on Chubby's body.

Naturally, Zhang Qingyun didn't know this.

Opening his eyes, putting Pangpang aside, Zhang Qingyun calculated: "The realm of foundation building is divided into twelve layers of heaven, and one layer of heaven requires a thousand merits. I have accumulated less than 150 these days. There is a long way to go in cultivation. .”

Looking up at the sky: "I predict misfortune and good fortune to others, it is a leak of heaven's secret, why is there no punishment, and there is merit?"

He has a heavenly eye, not a system.

Therefore, Zhang Qingyun is a little confused about this point: "Should it be accumulated now, and then come together when I transcend the calamity?"

After a shiver, Zhang Qingyun's calm heart had a little more ripples.

"It's already afternoon"

Before cultivating, I just had a meal, and I opened my eyes and wanted to eat again: "When will I be able to inediate?"

Save money by skipping meals.
Up to now, Zhang Qingyun doesn't know what the cultivation realm brought to him by the eyes of the sky. The cultivation realm is too mixed in the novel, and it is all speculation and imagination by the author.

"By the way. When it comes to the author, has the online author paid for the publication fee? He agreed to invite me to a feast."

After talking, there was movement in the front yard.

Zhang Qingyun got up and went to the front yard.

There is a man and a woman in the front yard. The man is 25 and [-] years old, and the woman is about the same age.

The man was still holding the little radish head from last night in his arms. When he saw Zhang Qingyun, the little radish head waved his arms excitedly: "Uncle."

The man walked over quickly, his face full of gratitude: "Hello Taoist priest, thank you so much last night!"

The young woman was also full of gratitude: "Master, thank you so much."

The young couple had a conflict, and eventually divorced because they thought the other party would bring the child, so they almost lost the child. Zhang Qingyun not only helped send the child to the police station, but also taught the little radish head to provoke his best friend. things said.

The young couple summed up, and finally came to a conclusion: My girlfriend is afraid that you will have a good life, so she wants to break up you.

If in the past, her husband said this, the young woman would definitely tear up with her husband, but now
"Thank you so much"

The young woman took out 500 yuan: "My husband and I remarried today."

Zhang Qingyun took the money: "This money is your money, let me do the math for you."

The light in front of them was dazzling, and it finally turned into a single point, which turned into seeds and fell behind the heads of men and women: "It's flat and light, but when the heart is high, it's scattered. Teenage couples, if they make trouble, they will be friends."

"Men take charge of the outside world, women take charge of the inside, and husbands and children are invaluable."

The two people's fate judgments are surprisingly consistent, Zhang Qingyun smiled and said: "It's a blessing to be indifferent. Listen less to other people's words, and ask more about your own mind. You will be happy."

Looking at Zhang Qingyun's back, the young couple smiled faintly.

(End of this chapter)