Spiritual recovery?It doesn't matter, I will speak out!

Chapter 103 This city has one more sad person (4000 added in advance)

"Who are you?" the little monk snapped.

Jiang Xi looked down at the short sleeves and shorts on his body, solemnly: "I am a Taoist priest, can't you see it?"

"Taoist?" The little monk was full of disbelief: "Sneaky, and you still say you are a Taoist, so where is your Taoist robe?"

"Who wears Taoist robes at home, you wear monk robes at home?"

Jiang Shou smiled contemptuously, then suddenly remembered his past, and turned to himself:

"Yo, it seems to be true. For a monk, getting up without wearing a monk's robe is like eating shit without chopsticks. It is absolutely impossible."

"Bold! How dare you humiliate me!"

The little monk was furious, and seemed to be planning to do something.

Jiang Xi hurriedly stopped him, and smoothed things over with a smile: "No, no, just a little joke. In fact, I still have a good impression of Buddhism. I have a friend who grew up in a temple."

The little monk was obviously naive and didn't know the dangers in the world, so he asked suspiciously: "Really?"

"of course it's true."

Jiang Xi laughed loudly: "I think you are also here to participate in the Daomen Grand Ceremony, come here, sit here, I will communicate with you."

The little monk put away his gesture of making a move. For some reason, although the person in front of him was quite rude, there was a feeling of closeness to him, which made him feel very novel.

Because of his special physique, he would only feel close to people with Buddha charm since he was a child.

But the person in front of him is not necessarily a Taoist priest, but he is definitely not a monk, but it makes him feel that he is facing a Buddhist monk, which is really strange.

With the idea of ​​finding out, the little monk and Jiang Lan sat on two rattan chairs outside a large shed.

The little monk was curious but at the same time a little vigilant: "Are you really a Taoist priest? And you really know people from Buddhism?"

"Of course, my friend told me a lot about Buddhism. If you don't believe me, you can ask casually. The more expert you are, the better. I can't tell you how good you are."

Jiang Lan replied carelessly.

Even if you count the four words as powerful, they seem to have magical powers for centenarians and young boys. Although they have no practical meaning and are not even a bet, they are the ones that can arouse men to the greatest extent. Ambition.

The little monk was no exception, but what surprised him was that no matter it was food, clothing, housing, transportation, or homework, there was no question that the other party could not answer. Even when it came to Buddhist scriptures, the other party was very familiar with it. insights.

This made the little monk immediately feel good about this stranger who didn't look like a good person, and he couldn't help asking: "How do you, a Taoist, know so much about Buddhism?"

"It's a matter of self-improvement."

Jiang Chen smiled and said:
"Although I am a Taoist priest, I know that all the Taoism I have learned today are passed down from my ancestors, which is equivalent to standing on the shoulders of my ancestors to look at the world.

Although I can learn more at a younger age than those pioneers, those trailblazers, it also has a lot of limitations.

Do you know what limitations are? "

The little monk was completely attracted by Jiang Xi's words, and subconsciously shook his head: "What is it?"

"The limitation is that I always see the world through the eyes of the pioneers. My thinking and my ability to think will be affected by these old predecessors, which leads to a problem. I may gradually lose the ability to judge. .”

Jiang Sui explained his own insights:

"In this way, even if my achievements in the future come from these seniors, the height I can reach is the height that these seniors have achieved in the past.

Going up, I will encounter the same shackles and bottlenecks as them, why? "

The little monk thought for a while: "Because you just walked the path they walked again."

"That's right! You're very smart, you can understand everything!"

Jiang Shou snapped his fingers, and the little monk was inexplicably happy because he was praised.

But Jiang Xi’s words were not finished yet, he continued: “So in order to overcome this problem, I must also become a pioneer, so in addition to Taoist classics, I must also contact other cultures, let multiple cultures collide with each other, and thus burst out new ideas. train of thought.

So I not only study Taoist classics, I also delve into Buddhist scriptures, learn Confucianism and Taoism, and I may also learn martial arts in the future.

Because I believe that only in this way can we comprehend a new realm from the existing old knowledge. "

"It's really amazing." The little monk sincerely admired Jiang Pity.

"Since you came to Tianshi Mansion, you must have met other Taoist priests. Have you found that some Taoist priests are very unhappy and unwelcome when you come?"

The little monk nodded: "I found it."

"But I'm different." Jiang Xi's attitude was very friendly: "I welcome you very much, because I also know that my own research in the past was just talking on paper and working behind closed doors. I personally look forward to discussing with Buddhist eminent monks. Road.

Just like just now, if you feel convinced by my views on the Buddhist scriptures, it is an affirmation of my efforts. On the contrary, if you refute me and point out problems, I may be a little frustrated, but I can also correct the existing problems. Mistakes, you won't continue to make mistakes, will you? "

The little monk nodded: "You are the first person I think is worth making friends with since I left Shaolin Temple. If other Taoist priests have your mentality, then Taoism and Buddhism can live in harmony."

But how do you know, when Jiang Pai heard this, his face showed pity, and he sighed, his tone full of regret.

"It's impossible. You think so, which shows that you are still naive and pure like me. You only see good and evil in black and white, but you can't see the gray in the middle."

"What do you mean?" The little monk was puzzled.

Jiang Xi didn't explain, got up and walked to a medicine field not far away: "You follow me."

The little monk followed and found that what Jiang Xi came to was a bare medicine field, in which there were only a few withered and yellow elixir plants left.

Jiang Chuan pointed to the withered and yellow elixir plants: "Go and try to pull them out."

The little monk hesitated: "Not good."

"It's okay, just listen to me, pull it out and you'll know what I mean." Jiang Pity was persuasive.

The little monk hesitated for a while, and finally came to the side of the elixir cautiously, and pulled it out with his hand.

The moment he pulled out the elixir, he seemed to realize something, and he froze in place.

After a long time, he finally took a deep breath, with a look of surprise on his face:
"I understand! The elixir that has been pulled out cannot be replanted, because the root has been broken!

This is like the relationship between Taoism and Buddhism. All the roots have been broken in the long history and cannot be restored, just like torn paper cannot be restored, and a broken mirror cannot be reunited.

But because I am young, this kind of estrangement has not yet been deeply rooted in my heart, and the turmoil between Taoism and Buddhism has not affected us, and the roots in our hearts have not been broken, so I still retain this fantasy! "

The little monk turned his head excitedly, only to find that Jiang Xi was gone.

"Huh? What about people?"

But before he had time to react, he saw Jiang Lan's figure appearing in the distance again, and he was dragging a middle-aged Taoist priest with a rough appearance.

In a blink of an eye, the two came not far away. The little monk wanted to wave, but he was keenly aware that the atmosphere was not right.

Jiang Xi, who was close and friendly before, now seems to be facing an enemy.

"Uncle Zhang, look! I told you that some monks stole our elixir, but you still don't believe me, Uncle Zhang, tell me something~"

One sentence almost burned the little monk's CPU to dryness, his eyes widened, and he looked at Jiang Xie in disbelief.

"Uncle Zhang is still staring at me fiercely, he won't beat me up, will he?" Jiang Ping shrank behind Zhang Zezhi, and smiled triumphantly at the little monk.

There are many meanings in that smile—"I thought you were fishing, but I didn't expect it to be so easy to deceive" "What should I do if Zhengchou took so many elixir, thank you for having you" "You are still too young, let's spend another two years in society ".

The little monk wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start. He had never encountered such a situation before. His brain went down for a moment, and he was dumbfounded.

Zhang Zezhi looked at Jiang Xi with a headache, and hinted cryptically: "Could it be some misunderstanding, this is a distinguished guest of Shaolin Temple."

"Shaolin Temple? Even Daleiyin Temple can't steal anything!"

Jiang Lan pointed to the medicine field where the young monk was standing, saying:
"Look, the dead elixirs are not spared, they are uprooted, leaving no needles or threads wherever they go, is that okay?"

Zhang Zezhi looked at it, and couldn't help but "Yeah?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the bare land, my good guy, I haven't seen it unless you said it was a medicine field.

Jiang Shou, with his hips akimbo, frantically slandered beside Zhang Zezhi, constantly producing evidence to prove that the little monk stole things.

In the end, the friendly relationship between Taoism and Buddhism was involved, and Zhang Zezhi's expression gradually became serious, realizing the seriousness of the situation.

Zhang Zezhi lowered his voice and said solemnly to Jiang Chou: "This matter must not be spread to the outside world, otherwise there may be chaos."

"Don't worry! I know the seriousness." Jiang Xi nodded, looked contemptuously at the young monk who was still short-circuited, and spat on the ground.

Speaking of it, Jiang Xie was also a bit miscalculated, the wool was all separated by a sheep, if he stole it from the medicine field, he might not be able to see it at all, but he didn't realize the problem until the whole medicine field was plucked.

Fortunately, there is a little monk in time, so that he can hide the truth.

In a word, Jiang Bao can rest assured that someone will be responsible for the accident!

It may be because of Jiang Xi's crazy output in front of Zhang Zezhi, and it was a little noisy. The old heavenly master Ci'en and others who were discussing in the valley heard the movement and came out to check.

Seeing the old celestial master, Jiang Xi was obviously a little timid.

He originally felt that he had offended the old celestial master when he was embarrassing the gatekeepers in the celestial master's hall, so he didn't have the nerve to pull out the elixir openly, because he was afraid that the crime would be aggravated and make the old celestial master unhappy.

Although things like Daomen Grand Ceremony are very important, the old heavenly master can't go back on his word, and Wu Lei Dan will definitely give it to him after the matter is completed, but if he spits into the Dan and adds some booger, and then says that it smells like this, he can't tell the difference Halal and false.

In order to prevent this kind of situation from happening, he thought about saving face.

But when he really saw the righteous master, even Jiang Lan felt a little guilty.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Zexing frowned and looked at Zhang Zezhi.

Zhang Zezhi laughed, and said with a dry smile, "It's not a big deal, that's just... um, this little disciple of Abbot Ci'en, probably thought it was fun, pulled some elixir from the medicine field, and my junior brother just happened to see it."

junior?Jiang Chou was taken aback, and looked at Zhang Zezhi.

With Zhang Zezhi's look, Jiang Xie understood that this must be the identity fabricated by the old heavenly master in order to allow him to participate in the Taoist ceremony.

Is it the closed disciple of the old heavenly master? It's quite popular.

Ci'en's face was not very good, because the little monk was still in the bare medicine field with his mouth half-opened in a daze, holding a withered and yellow elixir in his hand, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was stolen by someone.

"Xueyuan, you disappoint me so much!"

The old heavenly master chuckled and smoothed things over: "Children are curious, it's no big deal, old friend, don't get angry."

After that, he glanced at Jiang Xi with a half-smile: "Disciple, Shaolin Abbot and I are going to discuss the Dao today, but I forgot to tell you. Let's postpone today's practice for a while. You can practice by yourself first."

Jiang Xi made a salute: "I understand."

After he finished speaking, he left, and he didn't know what happened next.

When he came outside the medicine field, he took out the hidden elixir from behind a certain rockery, while talking to himself thoughtfully.

"It was discovered by the old master, tsk, I ignored that I shouldn't have appeared in the medicine field inexplicably, and it was a serious mistake."

As soon as he carried the elixir in the prepared black plastic bag, he staggered towards his other courtyard.

"It doesn't matter, at least I can live with face. Is it important who gets it?"

Under the moonlight, in the small courtyard.

Ci'en sat on the stone bench, and in front of him was the little monk Xueyuan who was crying with snot and tears.

"Master, I really didn't take it, that person really tricked me into taking it."

Ci'en said with a distressed face: "Of course I know it's not you. Although you are stubborn by nature, easy to get angry, like to be lazy, and don't eat well, I know you won't steal as a teacher."

Xue Yuan cried even louder.

"But why didn't you explain it before, and you couldn't even name it. It's obviously the truth, but it seems like you just made it up."

Ci'en sighed.

"I'm nervous. I don't know what to say." Xue Yuan almost cried until he couldn't breathe.

Wronged, aggrieved, regretting that I was not up to date at the critical moment.

As soon as I left the medicine field and was able to review the organizational language, this kind of complicated emotion came to me.

Why didn't I say that just now, woo woo woo I'm a waste.

"However, you said that little Taoist is still proficient in Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism?" Ci'en suddenly mentioned Jiang Xi.

"En." Xue Yuan wiped away her tears and nodded: "His views on Buddhism are more refined and profound than those of some masters and uncles in the temple. He understands everything I say, but the Taoism he said and the I don't even understand Confucianism and Taoism, but after listening to him, I will learn about martial arts in the future."

"The four avenues are dabbled together, the old master's plan is very big." Ci En's brows and eyes were a little melancholy.

"Master, what do you mean?" Xue Yuan was puzzled.

Ci'en said solemnly: "He may be your strong opponent in this Taoist ceremony!"

"He'll be there too?"

"It will!" Ci'en is very sure: "You still remember a living legend I mentioned to you, Cao Zheng."

"I remember, the only half-immortal in the world." There was some longing in Xue Yuan's eyes.

"It's hard to say if it's the only one, but at least it's the only one on the surface.

He is a half-immortal who achieved success by contacting the four great avenues. Perhaps the old heavenly master wants to cultivate a second Cao Zheng. "

Ci'en paused, and comforted:
"But it doesn't matter, there is Xiao Cao Zheng in Taoism, but you are in Buddhism. The Buddha's mind of the tenth life is no worse than that of four practitioners!"

"I will definitely defeat him!" Xue Yuan gritted her teeth, full of determination.

He will beat the bastard who framed him to the ground!

At the same time, Jiang Lan, who was far away on the other side of Tianshi Mansion, sneezed.

His face was full of nervousness, and he didn't feel any abnormality in his body after waiting for a long time.

"Let me just say, I'm definitely immune to my own poison."

Jiang Shou rubbed the half-eaten elixir in his hand, feeling the disappearance of the emptiness brought about by deliberately exhausting his strength, he was very satisfied, and went mad on the spot:
"Okay! It's fine to take drugs when you don't have the strength, and the storm inhales Shasha."

And he didn't realize at all that because of his casual blame, how much psychological shadow appeared in the heart of a kind little monk.

This city, because of him, has one more sad person.

　Hitting, I’m used to it, it’s [-] characters long, I can’t go back, woo woo woo.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)