The sword is the devil

Chapter 252 Three Broken Cars 2
Hou Tiao sighed, at least, there is enough space to practice swords here, so he can only comfort himself like this.

As a place of practice, such a location is also good, um, it will be better to open a skylight on the top of the felt bag in the future; there is no sublime cultivation and foreign objects here, at least to be closer to nature, right?
Walking out of the felt bag, the sky is getting dark, the starry sky is bright, and everything is quiet; the quietness of this mountain bag and the glitz of the world below are perfectly integrated, and a special balance has been achieved.

Except that the other two felt bags not far away are a bit of an eyesore?

He knew that there was no one inside, and although he had no spiritual consciousness, his senses were correct at such a close distance. There was no sign of inspiration flowing on the mountain bag at all, and at their level, there was no point in sleeping for a long time.

Going out, looking for a restaurant, alone in the hustle and bustle, watching people coming and going, watching the bustling, but I seem to be outside the situation, which is also very artistic.

There was nothing to say all night, no one visited, and those two guys never showed up.

It doesn't matter to Hou Tiao, the relationship between them is not mutually subordinate, and it really doesn't matter whether they see or not.

In the early morning of the second day, I went to the government office of Xionger Town. The officials here are all local people. In fact, it is such an institution jointly controlled by clan forces and wealthy families for their own benefit. It is just because there are practitioners All behaviors are restrained within a reasonable scale. Practitioners don’t want to meddle in other people’s business, but they never mind showing their enjoyment with the people by killing chickens and monkeys in certain scenes.

It's the same everywhere, clear and turbid cannot be completely distinguished, this is the philosophy of Taoism, seeking common ground while reserving differences.

The same is true of Buddhism, they allow people to make mistakes, as long as you can turn around.

... The Dharma praises Daigo, and the fairy party praises it, it's nothing more than that.

This kind of autonomy is impossible for Datong, but it is not too bad. It is good to work hard and work hard.

The officials in the administration respected him very much, not for the superior, but for life and death; in Xionger, Hou Niao and the other three monks were the only ones who could judge life and death without being responsible.

Although everyone is very polite, this is not a reason for him to be perfunctory; for migratory birds, it is his deep-rooted thought to benefit one place or the other, because he was born as a public servant, so he doesn't care about this set of things any more. But familiar.

He has been thinking, what is practice related to?Effort, diligence, qualifications, potential, resources, contacts, teachers, etc., these things can all be pursued, but there is one thing that cannot be pursued, but it is crucial, and that is luck!

Qi luck is elusive; at least in the practice world so far there is no practical way to control one's own luck, but it is often the most important.

During the three years in Yinling, he felt that he was blessed by luck; in fact, not only in Yinling, but during the time when he began to practice and became a public servant, he was already accumulating his own luck, unconsciously. In the middle, it will be a matter of course.

Saving people at night, poplar forest fleeing, diverting to Bailian River, etc., in fact, they all brought him one thing, that is, the general public's faith; I don't know the effect. Its effect on a monk is always vague and late, but you have to admit that it does exist.

As long as you sincerely do things for the people, it will quietly reward you in unexpected ways.

He doesn't know what luck is, so he would rather believe that it is luck, and it is God's reward for his hard work.

Therefore, he didn't come here to dawdle, nor did he completely care about his own practice and dismiss everything else.

He wants to do something for the people here, and develop such a habit, no matter where he goes in the future, he will keep this belief... In fact, it is a kind of practice, and it will actually help him, and him There is no conflict in rushing to the upper realm.

But before that, he needs to have a comprehensive understanding of everything here.

A few days later, he finally saw a neighbor, a slovenly Taoist with thick beard and hair, whose age could not even be discerned, Taoist Zhisun from Taihaomen.

When he saw Hou Tiao's greeting, he just bowed back indifferently, and went back to the house, there was still a faint singing voice,
"...one who is perfect and bright is a Buddha, and the four directions are always a fairy. You can only talk less when you meet people, and you don't need to ask for more money when you sell divination. Give back a little to the law of peace and happiness, and you will have three good loves. This old man is also a vulgar picker Go, if you want to find someone by the wine side."

Hou Tiao sighed in his heart, this is another down-and-out Taoist; according to the information before coming here, this person has stayed here for more than ten years, and he was Lianqiao ten years ago, and he is still the same ten years later; I don't know if it is true Are you disillusioned with the world, or are you decadent and desperate, lonely and self-injured?
But Hou Tiao thinks that this kind of practice attitude will be a bridge for another ten or twenty years; everyone has their own unsatisfactory, he is like this, and there are many people who share the same disease. It's not the same, but the ending is here.

The meaning of his song is actually one: don't bother me, it's annoying.

So, I gave up the idea of ​​visiting in the past. People have said that they just want to spend the day leisurely, accompanied by good wine, so why bother to make fun of themselves?

The news he got was that Taoist Zhisun was the only one among the representatives of the three major powers in Xiong'er. The Xinye Buddhist sect, like the Quanzhen Sect, had also changed their representatives. I just wondered if the monk officials from Xinye had come?Or still on the way?
After several days of observation, I vaguely have some plans in my heart, which are immature and need to be carefully considered, and some things are more difficult to do by myself, so I have to find a partner, um, find a partner so that I can blame it later.

One day, I was eating in a restaurant next to the street, and I looked around casually, only to see a monk walking over from a distance, without squinting, with a solemn treasure.

With a smile on his lips, he threw a fruit from the second floor when the monk passed by.

The monk seemed to be careless, but he reacted quickly to the surrounding environment. His body swayed and moved, and the eyes of ordinary people couldn't keep up with his body.

Looking up again, the Buddha's eyes are like torches, wanting to see who is so frivolous?

His gaze met a head protruding from the second floor,

"Unlucky!" The monk didn't say a word, and quickened his pace.

He left here quickly, obviously unwilling to provoke this person; the fruit was thrown on purpose, and this person is such a virtuous person.

He wanted to escape, but the people upstairs refused to let him go.
"The mandarin duck branch in front of Yinyue Castle, Qingqing and I are in love. Once the spring is gone, the beauty is old, and the flower will fall and the person will die."

(End of this chapter)