The sword is the devil

Chapter 10 Peace and Prayer 1
Hou Tiao was sent to a Taoist building in Shendu City. The conditions were not bad, at least it was very tolerant for a person like him who was waiting for a crime; there were no shackles, no uniforms, and there was a certain area where he could be free. Activities, food is delicious too...

Those who cultivate the Tao, even if they are sinners, retain their dignity.

But Hou Tiao knew that it would be difficult to ascend to the sky after coming in here. As the base camp of Daoist practice in a country, there are many cultivators of the realm like Chongling here, and there are more masters who have already mastered the mystery or even surpassed the master. Monk, the reason why they don't look after them is just not worth it.

In front of these real masters of cultivation, he is just a white-cut-chicken.

He is not just a sinner in the building, there are many other people who suffer from the same disease, and the reasons are different, but the result is the same.

He is quite special among them, not because he is so good, but because he is rubbish. In the words of a more talkative inmate, he is the only practitioner who was arrested here in the pulsating state. , the others are at least in the Qi-entraining stage, and of course, none of them are higher than the Tong Xuan Realm.

This self-proclaimed bouldering old man talks a lot, so much that others don't want to talk to him, even Hou Niao can tell that he knows that his death is coming, so he speaks a little incoherently, just using conversation to cover up his inner feelings Just fear.

But for him, it is a window to understand peace and pray.

It was at dusk when practicing, Taoists came out in twos and threes to find a quiet place to meditate; in the Taoist scriptures, the harmony between man and nature is highly praised, and no one is willing to practice indoors unless there are special circumstances , but more accustomed to being exposed to nature, which is said to be more efficient.

The old man Baoshi pointed to a black-robed man, and said quietly: "This is Zhou Qianyang of Feiyu Daoist, Bigu Realm, Feiyu Daoshu is extremely overbearing, and is very famous in the casual cultivator circle of Anhe Country; Humans, this is how the Supreme Cultivator made a move to capture this."

Pointing to a skinny man again, "This is Wu Qian, a foreign cultivator who cultivates the Dao of Blood. He was not born in Anhe, but he traveled all over the world to collect blood and practice kung fu. Under his hands, he didn't care about Taoism. He died countless times, and ended up in the capital of God." Missed..."

Then he pointed to a handsome scholar with a jade face and vermilion lips, "That is Li Zixuan of Butterfly Dao, Peiyuan Realm, who is good at both yin and yang, and specializes in looking for bad guys from wealthy families. But there are quite a few women who committed suicide because of his evil deeds, and finally provoked public anger..."

…No matter how capable the old man Baoshi is, he is really well-informed. Basically, he can tell more or less the truth about the sinners in the building, and he doesn’t know how to do it.

Hou Tiao was a little careless, it didn't matter to him what other people did, but he knew he had to listen, and he had to pretend to be very interested, otherwise he wouldn't be able to find out what he wanted to know; he had heard about An He praying, But after all, the level is too low and the circle of contacts is narrow, so it is very specious and ambiguous.

"What about you? How did you come here?"

The bouldering old man smiled slightly, "I can tell you my secret, but you have to exchange it with yours!"

Hou Tiao wryly smiled, and couldn't help but be impressed by the curiosity of human beings. They are so keen to inquire about other people's secrets even when they are dying?Also a wonderful person.

"As I do, is there any point in keeping a secret?"

The old man bouldering licked his lips and sighed, "I was also born as a wild cultivator. I fell into Taoism by chance and have been out of control ever since. My family is gone, my relatives are gone, my friends are gone, and everything is gone. I just want to live forever...

On the way to practice, the rich and the lawful, like us, where can there be any resources to supply?Daoists don’t like it, so they have to figure out their own way, so there are those who steal, rob, kill, cheat, and go crooked..."

Baoshi was a little embarrassed, "I don't want to kill people and steal money, so I thought of a way to teach people to learn Taoism, and opened a small gymnasium to collect some meager training for food and clothing..."

Hou Tiao immediately understood that this was a liar, the so-called meager cultivation might not be true, the family can pay to send their children to enlightenment, but ordinary people would not do this, so it must be a rich family, or even local powerful and powerful.This kind of people may not believe you if you take less, they can only take a lot, and take it to death.

"...In order to win people's trust, I compiled a set of formulas for feeling qi based on Taoist scriptures and experience; I swear that I really want to teach and educate people, and I have no malicious intentions, but who knows where it came from? I made a mistake, and as a result, after practicing my formulas, a few children not only did not benefit, but, instead..."

Hou Niao sighed, this person is really big-hearted, and the exercises can be compiled easily?Unless you reach a certain level and have a deep understanding of the way of the Tao, at least you have to achieve something; even if you do this, you have to try it yourself before you can push it to others.

The old man Baoshi also knew that his past was a bit difficult to talk about, "What about you, my little friend? You are a mere pulsation, and you are an introductory practitioner who has not been able to draw your breath. What kind of thing can you do?"

Hou Tiao couldn't put it into words, "I was a prisoner, because I was so angry that I killed the sufferer in front of the priest..."

The old man bouldering was taken aback. This reason is really special, but it is not surprising when you think about it carefully. It is not surprising that this kind of person who will step into the door of spiritual practice has naive thoughts in his heart. Only after going through thousands of hardships can he understand the suffering of spiritual practice. That's really not something ordinary people can hold on to.

It's the same with him, otherwise he can't be reduced to the point of misleading others, and he is not forced, who would want to do this?
Not only him, but also most of the people in the building, how many are really vicious?It is all forced by the environment, and the idea of ​​longevity is the source of all evils. Unless the mind is as firm as a rock, who can resist the temptation in it?

It is precisely because of the carrot of longevity hanging in front that everyone tried their best to reach it. If they couldn't reach it, they could only use their own unique tricks.

Those who were caught like them were still a minority, and most of them were directly beheaded by the so-called authentic Taoist sects in the process.
It's like practicing wrongly for a lifetime, and when you look back, you won't recognize it. This is the true portrayal of these people.

With a feeling in his heart, he took out a jug of wine from his bosom, "Come on, let's drink two glasses, and we are also considered as the same people who have fallen into the world..."

The old man bouldering is not a good drinker, and he may have bought drunk on purpose. After a few pots of wine, he talked a little incoherently, and only murmured a poem, over and over again, as if he was regretting this tragic life:
The jade pot crosses the sun and the moon, and the golden palace breaks the haze.Where is the immortal, the Taoist priest has not yet returned home.Stir-fry pine leaves in spring, soak chrysanthemums in autumn cups.I'd rather be drunk when I meet, than learn cinnabar.

(End of this chapter)