Chapter 118: The dilemma of finding the source, meeting the old acquaintance in a foreign land

Where there are people, there will be "rivers and lakes," and where there are interests, there will naturally be fights. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The road is blue, and it is easy to say that the mountains and forests are open, but that time it is not accompanied by blood and fire, the suffering of life and death is dancing.

No matter what religion is preaching and preaching, it will inevitably compete with the local faith for believers, and local religious figures or fanatical believers will naturally not watch others spread the teachings and beliefs of other religions on their own territory to compete with themselves for believers.

At the beginning of the birth of Taoism, wasn't it also accompanied by the war of cutting down mountains and destroying temples and eliminating "obscenity"? It was only after a thousand years had fallen, and Taoism had slowly returned to peace after it had completed its initial spread and its foundation had been solidified.

Lichen thought about the difficulties of the road of spreading the Dharma and spreading the Dao, and also thought that the disciples he sent out to pioneer might fall and there would be casualties. But I never thought that I would encounter today's situation.

Maybe I thought about it, but I ignored it intentionally or unintentionally!

And now, a person who is considered his "apprentice grandson", because he witnessed his parents, who died tragically under the trap of a local wizard, and watched his relatives being killed and his skull made into a magic weapon, hates himself and hates this "initiator", the person who sent his parents to that wild place.

Especially after the hard work finally returned to the Ming Dynasty, what I saw with my own eyes was the rest of the disciples of "that person", and the "boundless wealth" enjoyed in the Ming Dynasty was "supreme honor".

In my heart, I feel worthless for my parents and uncle!

Since his own personal disciples are so noble and so powerful, why can't he send his own "personal disciples" to preach, but send his own lowly outer disciples?

Wang Dao was very unhappy in his heart, and he felt worthless for his parents. He thought that after a few years of hasty teaching, he pushed those disciples to an unpredictable future. But from beginning to end, he didn't care about their life and death, and he didn't care about them in the slightest.

Lichen simply treats theirs as a tool that can be "used".

When his parents mentioned the high-ranking "immortal" to his uncle, his eyes were full of reverence and admiration.

Wang Daoren felt that he already knew enough. The injustices and misfortunes suffered by his parents and uncles have all been transformed into the right dust, and the infinite anger and hatred of the Xuanguang Concept.

But the hatred in reality can't bring down the Xuanguang Temple, and it can't hurt anyone in the Xuanguang Temple.

Just when the royal Daoist was suffering and had no good solution, a clear and thin Taoist with a fairy wind walked in front of the royal Daoren.

That Taoist called himself "Lingxuzi", and he also had an "unpleasant" relationship with the high-ranking "Protector Zhenren". After that Taoist showed a few small supernatural powers. Wang Daoren thought that he had found hope, and found the hope that he could be qualified to stand in the Xuanguang Temple, questioned the dust loudly, and took revenge.

It's a pity that a few years have passed, and Ren is royal Daoren is careful to treat Lingxuzi without the slightest mistake, and Lingxuzi has no intention of teaching himself "immortal law".

Wang Daoren was disappointed, and he couldn't help but gradually hate Lingxuzi. While complaining about why God is so unfair to him, the hatred that he is powerless to resist is buried in his heart.

Hatred can sometimes be like fine wine, slowly fermenting and full of reserves. It's a pity that the wine will become more and more fragrant, but hatred will only make people more and more extreme and fascinated.

What kind of character is Lingxuzi? I can't see through the thoughts of the kings. It's just that the royal people have other calculations, and they can't help but despise the royal people too much.

I have to say that none of the enemies of the dust are simple. Lingxuzi will dig a pit for dust, and the White Lotus Holy Mother will do the same. Whether it's a calculating or a pure accident. Our Lady of the White Lotus also met the royal man.

Unlike Lingxuzi, who intentionally or unintentionally only taught some superficial formation knowledge, the White Lotus Holy Mother seemed to be more reliable. directly gave the royal people three choices.

One is the authentic cultivation path of the Xuanmen. Although it is stable, it is limited by resources, and there is still time for the aura, although the future is brighter, but under the step-by-step process, there is almost no chance to catch up with the dust, and even the disciples of the dust.

The second is the so-called side-door way. When the Taoist cultivation cannot catch up with people, such as formations, such as poisons that are difficult to control in the mortal world. For example, some high-end witchcraft Gu disgusting techniques.

The third is the complete demon path, the ghost path. The Demon Dao has always been diligent and fast, but the Ghost Dao is based on Yin Qi and resentment, as long as you can cross the boundary of Yin and Yang, you can immediately have inexhaustible resources, you can practice for thousands of miles in a day, and it is not impossible to finally catch up with the cultivation of Chen.

Heaven and earth, gods, people, ghosts, and immortals are undoubtedly the weakest and lowest ones. But comparatively speaking, ghosts and fairies are also the easiest to achieve. Although it is really a bit weird for a living person to cultivate the ghost path, but in order to take revenge, what is not to do?

After thinking about it, Wang Daoren finally chose the second and third. I hope that I will succeed in my cultivation one day earlier, and I will be able to grow up and brightly hit Qingcheng Mountain and end the grievances of this life. Let the dust understand where his "wrong" is!

I have to say that Our Lady of the White Lotus had long expected the choice of the royal people. After smiling slightly, he began to help the royal people with everything they needed.

For example, the large array hidden in the courtyard of the Wang family's mansion, such as raising powerful ghosts and cultivating resentful spirits for their own use. For example, he began to plan to collect some special souls and cultivate them with secret methods. He even did not hesitate to harm people's lives in order to feed on people's souls. Cultivate the foundation of your own ghost path.

It's not that Lingxuzi didn't notice the abnormality of the royal Daoist, but he didn't care about it at first, after all, he was in the same direction as the White Lotus Holy Mother, so why not have someone help him?

It's just that Lingxuzi would never have thought that the royal Dao man, who was already resentful, would secretly aim his eyes at himself.

Lingxuzi knows a lot of things, and he also has a lot of resources that even dust can't reach. And these opportunities are undoubtedly the opportunities that the royal Dao people feel, their own enlightenment opportunities.

So the White Lotus Mother and the Lingxuzi met, the White Lotus Virgin is not a person who needs a partner, no matter how powerful the Lingxuzi is, in his eyes he is just an ant. The body is not like dust, there are heavenly ancestors who frequently take care of it, and there is no atmospheric luck with him. Kunwu's behavior can be regarded as risking the world's greatness, and he is cut off from the entire Xuanmen.

If it is easy to get his hands on, the spirit of the void will be planted.

It was planted in the hands of Our Lady of the White Lotus, and it was also planted under the hatred and calculation of a small person. So much so that he was so depressed that he had to turn to Shinto, take refuge in a small incense hall, and wait for the ethereal Dongshan to rise again.

If it weren't for some secrets that Lingxuzi knew, and some secret immortal Dao resources, Wang Daoren and the White Lotus Holy Mother would not have left even such a trace of remnant soul to Lingxuzi.

It's a pity that although the king's calculations are good, they can't rely on the will of heaven. Just when the royal Daoren saw that the great work was about to be completed, the Holy Mother of the White Lotus suddenly disappeared and never reappeared.

Soon after, Lichen appeared with Yun Lingzi. Although Wang Daoren didn't know that the person who came was his "master" and "enemy", he was also a Wang Daoren who was also proficient in the art of divination, but he still calculated where his threat came from!

After many temptations, it finally came to fruition tonight.

It's just that all this is by no means the end that the royal people want!

After Wang Daoren finished speaking intermittently, he sat on the ground without saying a word. Waiting for the decision of the dust, or called the fall.

Lichen let out a long sigh, and finally felt the trouble of this matter.

Being selfless is easier said than done.

Wang Daoren seems to be the only bloodline left in the world by his two disciples. Those two disciples walked in suffering for their own will, and eventually died. As a master, I did not fulfill my responsibility as a teacher, and second, I did not have the intention of taking care of me. Now the dead are so small that they don't even know where their souls have gone. Not to mention helping him take care of his descendants, how can he still kill their only offspring?

But the royal people are deeply demonic, and their sins are unforgivable. Not to mention how many taboos he has committed to the Daomen, even the dozens of lives buried on the cemetery are not something that can be easily let go.

Love and law, Tao and kiss!

Lingxuzi and Our Lady of the White Lotus may not have expected the royal Dao people to make any trouble from the beginning and hurt themselves in the slightest!

I'm afraid that the current scene has long been in their calculations, right? No matter how you choose, you will inevitably leave flaws in today's state of mind!

What a calculation! It's just that since Lichen has entered the game, what else can he do?

"Heaven is forgivable, but it is not possible to live. No matter how you look at the poor way and the Xuanguang view, at least your actions have violated my Xuanguang view precepts are true, and for your own selfishness, you act recklessly, how dare the poor way spare you? Lichen sighed, his face full of helplessness.

"But your parents, uncle, and poor Dao, as their masters, should help them find their bones and bury them. As a son of man and a nephew, you only remember that you are full of hatred, but have you ever thought of welcoming back your parents and uncle's remains to your hometown, but have you ever thought of being rescued from your parents, and your uncle's spirit will be released from imprisonment and die as soon as possible? After saying that, he didn't look at the royal Taoist sitting on the ground, he still put him away with a wave of his sleeves, and then his figure shook and he stood above the clouds.

Lichen stepped on the morning light of the morning sun and flew all the way to the southeast.

The sword light flew all the way, and the distance of thousands of miles was only about to be half an hour. Lichen now stands above a large green paddy field. There is also a sizable town not far away.

He estimated that he should have reached the boundary of Cambodia in the future. It's just that there is no map in this era, and Lichen doesn't know much about history and geography, so he can only quietly descend the clouds, turn into an original merchant, and mix in the bustling flow of people.

At the east end of the town, there is a distinctly different building, very different from the houses made of bamboo and wood. There is always a vague appearance of Taoist temple regulation architecture. It's just that the appearance has changed a lot.

The years have sharpened the brilliance of the green bricks and blue tiles, and there is more doping of grass, trees, bamboo and stone, which is very nondescript.

The people here are very poor, just look at the clothes and the buildings on both sides.

But the poorer the person, the more religious it seems to be. The more obscurantized the place, the more likely it is that witchcraft and sorcery are popular.

People are powerless to struggle in the face of suffering, and can only seek refuge from forces beyond nature, to extravagant blessings in the afterlife or in this life with insignificant offerings.

Unexpectedly, the Taoist temple left by Wang Daoren's parents and uncle really didn't occupy the magpie's nest.

To the surprise of Chen, it was not the wizards and gods who occupied this Taoist temple, but a group of monks. Just by looking at the plaque in front of the door and the glittering golden Futu Pagoda not far away, you can know that the Taoist of the dust did not follow him, but opened the way for the introduction of Buddhism.

Lichen smiled bitterly, what if he wasn't angry? More than 20 years, it has been a long time in the world, how many things can be remembered, the people of that year? I can't say that the enemies of my two disciples have been in the past for many years, and I am still late after all!

Now that he has arrived at the gate of the temple, why should he go in to take a look, and ask the monks here about where the wizard of the town was still the group of murderers who rushed into the Taoist temple and wantonly killed people.

Small Buddhist temple, but the incense is not small, just look at the endless flow of people.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! I don't know why the donor doesn't go to the Buddha temple when he comes to the temple, but doesn't worship the Buddha, standing here and looking around, what is the so-called thing? Lichen stood in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and quickly attracted the attention of the monks in the temple. So soon, a middle-aged monk with an obvious status of not low status stepped forward and asked about Chen.

"People fight for a breath, Buddha fights for a stick of incense" Generally speaking, when you enter a Taoist temple, you always have to burn a stick of incense. It's almost an unwritten rule. And Chen's behavior is undoubtedly tantamount to silent blasphemy or provocation in the eyes of the monks. To have a monk come to inquire, it is enough for the monks to cultivate.

As a person in the Daomen, he naturally does not know the rules, but whether he is deliberately resentful in his heart and the meaning of finding faults, only he knows.

I have to say that Lichen's heart is still not big after all.

Especially his two disciples fell here, but let the Buddhism establish themselves here, isn't it not as good as the Buddhism?

But since the monks were not fooled, Lichen could only put such a dark thought into his stomach, and saluted with one hand: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Poor Dao wants to meet the abbot of your temple"

The monk was stunned for a moment, looked up and down at Chen, and was obviously surprised by Chen's identity. His lips moved, but he didn't say anything after all. Summoned a little novice, and after a few words, he brought the dust directly into the back hall to entertain.

After a while, an old monk wearing a robe, white eyebrows and white beard appeared in front of Chen.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! I haven't seen you for many years, but I didn't expect the master to be alive! "Lichen is quite surprised, and I can still see this old monk in this kind of place, the old man. It's been more than 30 years, and many young people have grown old, and this monk is still in the world!

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! When real people came, the small temple was full of brilliance, and they were sincerely afraid. I don't know what real people are talking about? The old monk was stunned for a moment, then picked up the rosary in his hand and chanted a few incantations in a low voice, then folded his hands with a wry smile and greeted him.

It may not be shining, but it is true!