How to solve problems when practicing the Tao

Chapter 107

Qin Xiaoying looked at Hou Mubai with the eyes of a fool, even Hou Mubai's donkey next to him was so angry that he kept pawing the dirt with his hoof.

On the contrary, Hou Mubai admired Hu Xiaodie even more.But now there are more important things to do.

"Do you know where Tailou is? I have a senior who wants to visit."

"Tailou? Feng Junyi?" Qin Xiaoying asked.

"Yes. You know him?" Hou Mubai's eyes lit up.

"It's not just acquaintance, I don't want to know him!" Qin Xiaoying sighed. In the past few years, he was almost driven crazy by Feng Junyi.Feng Junyi said something about him: "His family cannot be taught, and the wall of dung cannot be polluted." What else said about him: "Win the monkey and crown it."

That really made Qin Xiaoying so angry.Otherwise, he wouldn't drag the mirror to skip class.

What happened to my scumbag?What does my scumbag hinder you?

I didn't understand what you taught?Isn't it just that you sleep and snore when you are in class, and you eat a little more food at Tailou?Is Feng Junyi what you are?
If you don't like your anger, go to the demons, or your little Taoist master?

He didn't want to go back to Tailou now, but he didn't want Zixia to find them after morning class.

"Stupid Taoist monk, sir is angry. If you don't go back, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat tomorrow."

"Dinner?" Qin Xiaoying sneered, the little Taoist priest and the little monk always come out to eat for alms!But having said that, these days, there are really not many ordinary people who can eat enough to eat, so they all eat what they have, eat a lot of food, and understand the suffering of sentient beings.

Seeing Zixia, Hou Mubai stepped forward to salute, and asked, "Is this girl a Confucian student? Do you know where the Tailou is? I have something important to ask Senior Fengjunyifeng."

Zixia sized Hou Mubai up and asked, "Did these two idiots tell you where the Thai building is? They live in the Thai building."

"Never." Hou Mubai said.

"It's just right, you go to see Master with me." "Both of you come together!" Zixia said, "Otherwise Senior Brother Zixuan won't help you to speak nice words anymore, you two will have to go farming soon."

Thinking of farming, Qin Xiaoying sighed. Feng Junyi, in order to prevent the students of Tailou from living in poverty, even shoveled out a large flower garden in Tailou and replanted them with crops, claiming: "Farming and reading have been passed down for a long time, and poetry The book will live forever." But it is visible to the naked eye that the life in Tailou is getting poorer and poorer. It is said that Zixuan was praised by Feng Junyi for his frugality, saying something about him: "One sack of food, one ladle of drink, in the back alleys, people Unbearable to worry about, Xuan does not change his joy, Xianzai."

Tailou is a shameless fart, sold Feng Junyi's gorgeous equipment, it will not be a problem for Tailou students to eat for ten years.

When they arrived in the field, all the students in Tailou were plowing the field, only Feng Junyi was reading under the umbrella, fanning with one hand and holding a scroll in the other.

There are words in his mouth: "Eating and drinking are sparse, and the arms are bent and pillowed, and the joy is also in it. Unrighteousness and richness are like floating clouds to me."

The sound of reading aloud made Hou Mubai adjust his clothes and go forward to salute.

"Hou Mubai, a later student, met Mr. Feng."

Feng Junyi put down the book, and asked: "Little monkey, shouldn't you have been in a difficult situation long ago? Why did you come to see me today?"

"Because I don't know the way, I was delayed for a while." Hou Mubai wiped his sweat.

"Did you bring something?"

"Bring it." Hou Mubai presented a universe bag, and Feng Junyi took out a handful of seeds from it.Nodding his head, he said, "There's nothing good about it."

"What is this?" Qin Xiaoying asked because he had sharp eyes and didn't know what this seed was.

"There have long been Confucian disciples who specialize in agriculture and research on agricultural seeds. This kind of seed is a sharp weapon to make people in a difficult situation less hungry." Feng Junyi waved her fan and said.

"Isn't it just a seed, what's so strange?" Qin Xiaoying snorted.

"You ignorant guy, do you know what kind of grain this kind of grain is?" Feng Junyi laughed angrily.

"I don't know, am I proud?" Qin Xiaoying said stubbornly.

"???" Hou Mubai felt that this little Taoist priest was too courageous, even daring to contradict Feng Junyi.

"Okay, okay." Feng Junyi knew that Qin Xiaoying didn't fight for three days, and went to the house to expose the tiles.So with Tianxian in his mouth, he lowered his magical powers, sealed Qin Xiaoying's Daoyuan connection with heaven and earth, and began to teach him a lesson.

"The "Poetry" says: Big rats, big rats, I can't eat my millet! Three-year-old girl, no one will care about me. After passing away, I will go to you, and I will fit in the paradise. The paradise, the paradise, I have it."

A group of voles ran out of the field and rushed towards Qin Xiaoying in formation.

"Can I still be afraid of a group of mice?" Qin Xiaoying raised his fist and prepared to fight the field mice.

He wasn't afraid, but there were quite a few female students among the Tailou disciples, and when they saw the mouse, they ran around in fright.

"A person who fights the shackles doesn't matter!" Feng Junyi shook his fan, and Qin Xiaoying's soles of his feet were stirred with garlic, and he fell to the ground immediately.Those voles got on his body and got into his pants.Qin Xiaoying's expression changed suddenly, and he begged for mercy: "I was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"It's all wrong."

Zhaoshi Mingjing raised his forehead, is this Qin Xiaoying stupid?This Feng Junyi has the ability to seal hexagrams, how can you fight this old fox with your knowledge?

"Then if I punish you, do you still complain?"

"No." Qin Xiaoying felt that the mouse was close at hand, and if he moved his mouth, a certain part of his body would be unlucky.

"Okay, everyone, take a break and let our Qin Xiaoqin work quickly for you." Feng Junyi waved her hand to let the disciples rest.

"Go and plant these seeds on the ground. Remember, the seeds should be placed three fingers apart, and there must be a certain distance between the seeds." Feng Junyi handed the seeds in her hand to Qin Xiaoying.

"Then can you let these mice drive first?" Qin Xiaoying had a bitter face.

"No, you still dare to negotiate with me?"

"Don't talk, don't talk." Qin Xiaoying had no choice but to carry the field mouse on his back, and began to farm bitterly.

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On the field ridge, Feng Junyi improvised to teach everyone a lesson.

"You all know that this guy belongs to Kunlun." He pointed at Qin Xiaoying. "But have you ever heard the story of the Taoism of one person?"

"Sir, what is the Taoism of one person?" Ziqiu asked.

"There is only one person who guards the Taoist temple, and it is called the one-person Taoist temple."

"Confucianism talks about entering the world to rule the world, but Taoism even talks about being born in a prosperous age to cultivate the true immortal, and entering the world in troubled times to save all beings."

"Kunlun has not been passed down in a single line since ancient times, but has had an extremely glorious past."

"Thousands of years ago, the world was in trouble with evil spirits, and the plight was more critical than it is now. The people at the foot of the mountain were in dire straits, and soldiers broke out everywhere. Bu Jianchen, the No. 20 third-generation leader of Kunlun, led all his disciples down the mountain. Only the youngest disciple was left to guard the mountain gate."

"Before leaving, the little apprentice asked Bu Jianchen, 'Master, do you have anything to say?'"

"Master Bu said: 'This time, we will go down the mountain to destroy the demons, and we will return to the mountain. If we return, we will be in prosperity.' Master Bu led all his disciples into the mortal world, and killed [-] demon heads one after another. Afterwards, they died one after another. When they died, the tip of their swords faced north and the hilts faced south, which meant that they missed their homeland. Sigh. This incident was recorded by my Confucian historian and written in the historical biography, and the chivalry of Kunlun has been passed down through the ages."

　One person guards the Taoist temple.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)