When the old Taoist priest heard this, he immediately clapped his hands and laughed: "This is a good idea, I also like to bet with people, how do you want to bet?"

Dao Ji turned his head to look around, then pointed to the lane next to him and said, "You are standing there, and if the car hits you in a while, we will lose, and if you stop, you will lose, how about it?"

The old Taoist priest laughed: "Don't fool me, what good is it if I win such a gamble? If the car doesn't stop, I won't be hit and killed? If the car stops, I'll be fine, but I have to turn around and go back to the mountain." No matter what, it's you who wins, right? You monk looks honest, but you talk to people, it's not a good thing. ”

Dao Ji shook the pu fan, the wrinkles on his face piled up together, and said with a sad face: "This place is deserted, so what is the best bet? Why don't we brag about it, what do you think?"

"If the monks don't speak, aren't you afraid of breaking the precepts?" said the old Taoist priest with a frown.

"I've eaten all the wine and meat, and I've said the proverbs, so what? My heart is empty, and everything is left without a trace of hindrance. Dao Ji said with a smile.

After Dao Ji finished speaking, the Taoist priest also frowned and looked Dao Ji up and down. I thought this monk was a little strange before, but I couldn't find anything wrong. This monk wants to bet again, and he uses words to deceive people, no matter how you look at it, he is an alternative among monks.

What he said just now is not something that an ordinary monk can say. This made the old Taoist priest more and more curious about the identity of this monk.

A minute after Monk Daoji finished saying this, he suddenly laughed again: "How do you see my cowhide blowing?"

Su Wen listened to Dao Ji's words on the side and thought about it, if others said this, it would be bragging, and Dao Ji was not necessarily.

In these words, the Buddha's principle is even higher than the Buddha's heart, and even the Buddha has been erased, I don't know if Daoji has really reached this level.

After all, Daoji's cultivation is not something that Su Wen can see through.

The old Taoist priest shook his head: "You can blow this cowhide, I can't blow it, it's not as good as this." ”

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, you can't just stand here, saving people is like fighting a fire, you are dragging us here, but you are incurring karma by yourself. If the one who is not dead now, then it is your turn to die. Hurry up and find a way to gamble, you can go back to the mountain if you lose, and you can still attract less karma. Dao Ji said bluntly, and explained things clearly in one sentence.

The old Taoist priest sighed slightly, he didn't know that he was in trouble when he came out this time.

No matter what happens in the end, he is left with right and wrong.

I just hope that in the end it will be like what the real person said.

After thinking about it, he said, "Why don't we play chess?"

Lao Dao thinks that his chess strength is not bad, and he has a bigger chance of winning than this, and if he really loses, then there is nothing to say.

"No, it's too slow and too slow, if you think about it for a long time, you won't be able to finish tomorrow. Dao Ji said no.

"It's better for the two of us to compare poems, limited to ten minutes. The old Taoist priest said again. After all, most of the people of Buddhism and Taoism read ancient texts, and it is difficult to say anything else, but they know a little bit about poetry.

"Poetry, it's possible, but without judges, how can it be compared? You say yours is good, I say mine is good, and in the end it is entangled. Dao Ji said again and again.

Su Wen had been listening to the two of them, and when he heard the Taoist priest's proposal, he also smiled in his heart.

Dao Ji is a brocade heart embroidered mouth, pearl and jade hidden chest, the meaning of the poem is timeless, full of rhyme.

If it is more difficult to say than others, compared to this, I am afraid that there are not many people in Confucianism who can win the Taoist economy today, let alone this Taoist priest.

But this judge is really a problem, don't you have to drag two people on the side of the road to be judges?

"If you don't mind, I'll be the judge?" a voice next to him suddenly sounded.

A few people turned their heads to see a car parked on the side of the road lowering its window, revealing half of its face.

A few monks and Taoist priests standing on the side of the road inevitably attracted attention, but now is the sensitive time, and not many people stop to watch what is happening here, only the vehicle that was parked on the side of the road in the first place.

I didn't expect the people in the car to come out and speak at this time.

After all, the voices of several people were not loud, and he could hear them on the side of the road, which showed that he had excellent hearing. And if he can hear the bets of a few people, then he should also hear what the people have said before.

Based on the above, he still spoke at this time, which shows that this person is quite unusual.

"Ask the donor to come out and speak. Su asked for a halten and said.

Then the door opened, and an old man got out of the car, wearing a short coat, with clear eyebrows and a long beard. The body stood straight, and when he approached, Su Wen was the first to notice that the creases on the man's clothes were extremely neat, along the shoulders and arms to the cuffs.

As he came down, the driver followed, following him closely. Looking at his body and footsteps, he is a martial arts practitioner, and his strength is not low.

"Seeing a few people betting here to talk about poetry, my heart is a little itchy, so I take the liberty to speak, don't blame you. The old man said with a smile, his expression extremely gentle.

"Little Daoist, what do you think?" Dao Ji nodded at him first, and turned his head to ask the Daoist.

"There's no one else here, so don't see if this old gentleman doesn't look like a biased person, so let's do it. The old Taoist priest also said, and then nodded at the old man: "It's hard work." ”

"Why, I don't have anything to do anyway, and I'm very interested in betting with the two of you. The old man stroked his beard and said, his voice was very magnetic, which made people feel good when they heard it.

"And ask this donor to ask for a question!" said Daoji.

"Hmm——, both of you are cultivators, so why don't you make a poem with practice?" the old man said with a slight sigh.

When this topic was spoken, the old Taoist's eyebrows suddenly relaxed.

When everyone saw him, they knew that they had a draft in their hearts, and they were afraid that they had done this before.

"I won't hide it from you, I did pick up the old way this time, and I just happened to have a song about cultivation. Listen!" The old Taoist priest smiled.

"Not in the city, not in the mountains, not in fame and fortune, not in leisure,

The world wants to see the elixir, and only through the heart is a big return. ”

After reading the poem in one breath, the old Taoist priest's face changed with joy and sorrow, and this poem told his mental journey.

Immortality, immortality, how many people in the world can live forever?

Most people pursue a lifetime and still end up in vain.

But he immediately collected his mood and turned his head to look at Dao Ji to see when he could figure it out.

Dao Ji saw him looking over and said with a smile: "It's a coincidence, I have made a song before." Looks like you can go back to the mountain, which is a good thing. ”

The old Taoist priest said: "There is no basis for empty words, you must always say it and take a look." If it's really better than me, then it's okay for me to go back to the mountain. If not, don't say anything else, go back and recite the sutras, and don't mix them with others. ”

Dao Ji smiled: "You hear it." ”

"For sixty years, the east wall has knocked down the west wall.

Now I packed up and returned, and the water is still blue. ”

As soon as the old Taoist priest heard the Tao Ji finish, he frowned.

This poem doesn't sound like much, but if you think about it carefully, the first two sentences are not just a direct and appropriate expression of a seeker's earnest mood, the search for and the path of seeking the Tao of the emperor, and from one level to another.

In the latter sentence, it is a practitioner who has gone through the years of his life and walked a long path of cultivation, but he has returned to the world and sighed that life is beautiful.

In terms of artistic conception and level, it seems to be more clever than his own song.

The old man repeated Daoji's poem in a low voice beside him, sighing slightly, not knowing if he had thought of anything. Then he said: "It seems that the two of you don't need me to make this judgment." ”

After speaking, he turned around and left, without any delay.

The old Taoist priest's face changed a few times before he shook his head: "I'm also going back to the mountain, anyway, I have an explanation." ”

Then he said to Su Wen and the others: "You can wait and do it yourself." ”

It also faded into the night.

Su Wen saw that the two of them walked without delay, and nodded secretly: "This old way can be regarded as upright, and it seems that I did have to go down the mountain because of the debt to others." ”

The driver had been in the car since Su Wen and the others got out of the car, and now he pushed the car door and bowed to Su Wen and the others: "Please also ask a few people to get in the car, and I will send a few masters over." ”