Four woodcutters, together up the mountain.

Guy is deep in the mountains and forests, there are many insects, ants and beasts, and it is difficult to guarantee the safety of one person or two.

Generally, woodcutters, for safety, will also go up the mountain in groups of three or five.

The four woodcutters are not villagers of one village, but villagers of two villages. For example, the status of cultivators is respected today, and the fields are all under the jurisdiction of the sect.

In addition to taking care of the fields, chopping firewood and selling it for money is also a kind of livelihood.

Some sects have a lot of disciples, and they will collect some dry firewood. Therefore, the woodcutter usually cuts wood, and it is sent to the sect, and it is rarely sent to the city...

The four woodcutters made an appointment, chopped wood together, and sold it to the sect together. And they have a fixed amount, how much firewood is delivered every day, there is a rule.

This morning, after climbing more than 20 miles of mountain roads, thirsty in my mouth and hungry in my stomach, this cave is a tacit understanding between woodcutters. This is not an individual, every woodcutter who passes by can take shelter from the rain and snow here.

But this morning, they wanted to rest here before going up the mountain, but a monkey blocked their way... Bai Yiyuan put on his clothes, so the villager woodcutter didn't recognize it, this was the nasty monkey who used to visit their village often.

"It's nondescript for monkeys to wear clothes... I wonder if it's a juggler resting here?"

A few woodcutters didn't care, and some jugglers walking the streets and alleys, leading monkeys to perform their arts, they often saw them. But this is the first time they have seen such a big monkey.

"It's funny... Anyway, it's all about resting, and if this juggler puts on a show for us, we'll give him some wine to drink and some dry food to eat..."

"Such a tall monkey, with a stick in his hand, must be a wonderful performance..."

Discussing in a whisper, when they came to the cave, the four woodcutters were stunned.

In the middle of the cave, a Taoist priest sat cross-legged on a futon. The Taoist priest was very young, he looked to be in his early twenties, tall, dressed in strange Taoist robes, wearing a purple and gold crown on his head, and his long hair was tied...

At this time, they suddenly discovered that behind this Taoist priest, the monkey standing in a regular manner was also wearing a Taoist robe...

"Offending the Immortal Chief, it's really a capital crime!"

The four woodcutters hurriedly knelt down, because the monks had been accumulating power for a long time, and they had supernatural powers, and people suffered many losses, in order to show their surrender and dare not resist.

Cultivators preach the supremacy of Shinto, and cultivators are the spokesmen of Heaven, and they must not be offended, otherwise they will go to the eighteen levels of hell.

The limitations of the times, how can these ordinary farmers distinguish the real from the fake?

Zhang Daoran shook his head, his mind moved, and the invisible energy supported the four woodcutters. No merit is not punished, no virtue is not worshipped... When Zhang Daoran met them for the first time, he had to accept the bow, which is cause and effect...

Cause and effect are one, naturally implicated a lot, Zhang Daoran hopes that he is unrestrained and does not want to be involved too much.

"Four laymen, why bother?"

Zhang Daoran's voice was full of helplessness, Huo Tong Dongtian, so many Taoist priests, all calmly accept people's bowing, cause and effect are too implicated, and they can't make progress because of their cultivation, but they can't understand themselves.

All men are created equal, but in the past and present lives, there will be implications.

There are people who have done evil in previous lives and suffer in this life.

Some people were good in their previous lives, born rich and noble, and have merit. It is okay for the wicked to bow down and make atonement for their sins. And when the good one knees, he loses his own merits...

"Please punish the immortals..."

The four of them felt that they couldn't worship, and they were terrified, thinking that Zhang Daoran was angry in his heart, and he didn't accept the bow, and wanted to punish them for the crime of trespassing.

Zhang Daoran didn't think about it, his already solidified thinking, he was actually different.

It only makes these woodcutters more frightened and uneasy.

With a wry smile on his face, it was the same yesterday, those villagers, with trepidation, went down the mountain, I am afraid that they will not dare to come again in the future.

"All men are created equal, and all things have their own principles... The poor Tao thinks that he cultivates for the sake of freedom, not for the sake of wealth. You are not inferior, so why should you be so groveling?"

Zhang Daoran's voice contained a clear heart: "You didn't offend the poor Dao, and the poor Dao naturally won't punish you... A cultivator is a cultivator, and a poor path will not damage its own blessings for no reason..."

"Immortal forgiveness..."

A few woodcutters breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Zhang Daoran curiously, and then quickly lowered their heads.

Zhang Daoran sighed: "Poor Dao originally wanted to go deep into this world of red dust and watch the way of red dust, but now it seems that poor Dao is enlightened here, but it disturbs your free life..."

Several woodcutters were even more frightened and at a loss.

If they knew that there were cultivators here, they would naturally not rush in.

I didn't expect this Taoist priest to be so easy-going, he didn't scold them or punish them. Some of them blame themselves and seem to be very guilty?

Zhang Daoran smiled bitterly, the concept of people in this world may still be hundreds of years ago, no, it is even more backward than the dynasty hundreds of years ago, this world, Shinto is flourishing, and it is deeply rooted in the bone marrow of everyone.

It will be extremely difficult to change this perception.

"Monkeys..."

Zhang Daoran stood up, his heart moved, and the futon was included in his inner world.

With a flick of his sleeves, Zhang Daoran bypassed a few woodcutters: "There is no way to find the vast red dust, how can you distinguish between high and low." The boy has a proud bone under his knees, and he only worships his parents and does not worship God... The vast world of cultivation is expensive, and the heart of the Tao is unclear and difficult to see. There is no hope for immortality, only because of will, and the heart has fallen into the red dust and cannot be returned..."

"Monkey, the cultivation of the world is only for wealth, not for immortality. Cultivating in the world, only seeking peace, only for enjoyment... It is a shame for a cultivator to cultivate the Tao in this way..."

Zhang Daoran sighed with emotion: "Poor Taoism is freedom, and the world here is really unprecedented... Monkeys, wander with the poor world, witness the faces of the cultivators in this world..."

Zhang Daoran floated away, but the four woodcutters in the cave were stunned...

What does this mean?

Aren't all cultivators emphasizing that ascetics are high above and deserve to be worshiped by everyone?

A cultivator is a god, who follows his words and cannot be disobeyed?

A cultivator is the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, and every word is the will of Heaven?

But this Taoist priest keeps emphasizing freedom and equality for all, is this an infighting between cultivators?

"It's incredible... Will this Taoist priest be beaten to death while walking?"

A few woodcutters came back to their senses and left in a panic: "Don't talk about today's events... rotten in the stomach, it is a big disaster to lose your head when you say it..."

......

"The world is foolish, and it cannot be adjusted... Monkey, where did you live?"

Bai Yiyuan jumped up and down, rushing forward at an extremely fast speed.

Zhang Daoran left his feet off the ground and walked in the air.

"Watching chess is rotten, logging Ding Ding, Xu Xing in the valley of the clouds, selling salaries and wine, laughing and self-indulgent. The autumn is high, and the pine roots of the moon pillow are bright. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and break the withered vine with an axe. Harvest into a load, in the song market, easy rice three liters. There is no competition, the price is mediocre, there will be no clever calculations, no honor and disgrace, and tranquility will prolong life. Where they meet, they are not immortals, and they sit quietly and talk about the Yellow Court. ”

When the song came, Zhang Daoran paused slightly, and in Bai Yiyuan's incomprehensible eyes, Zhang Daoran smiled lightly: "There is only this woodcutter in the world who can still hold himself..."

"Monkey, this woodcutter has a kind of enlightenment that the world is drunk alone and I am awake, such a mentality, yearning for immortals, if you cultivate the Tao, you will surely achieve infinity... Poor Dao really wants to have a good chat with this woodcutter..."