The phrase "it is better to seek others than to seek oneself" is only one of them.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't mind saying a few more words to correct their wrong thoughts and behaviors.

"All religions are spread by believing in gods, but Taoism was born from Taoism, and 'Tao' is the Lord, believing in the avenue of heaven and earth, all things in the universe, and the most important thing is to do nothing and go with the flow. ”

"By doing so, you have violated the original meaning of Taoism, and how is it different from the theocracy of the West? If you make such a fuss, the world thinks that my 'god' is effective, and in the future, they will ask for something, but the result will not work, and they will slander me in the future, can you be responsible for this matter? Should I praise you for it?"

He looked at Lin Ziyang and said such a thing, with a tendency not to be angry and arrogant.

The Taoist practice has always paid attention to non-action, non-fighting, going with the flow, deliberately casting mystical laws in front of the world, spreading faith, this kind of behavior is taboo, and coincides with the theocracy of the West.

It's no wonder that Jiang Xiaobai was displeased to come to the door.

City God Taoist Lin Ziyang gradually lowered his head at this time when Jiang Zhenren said a few words, and began to be apprehensive.

The sentence "I should still praise you for not being able to" makes him even more ashamed.

"The disciple is stupid, he is instructed by a real person, and the disciple knows that he is wrong, so please punish the real person. ”

He bent down in a muffled voice, bowed solemnly, and obediently admitted his mistake.

"Please calm the anger of the real people!"

"May they be punished!"

The Taoist priests behind Lin Ziyang also hurriedly bowed down one by one, afraid that Jiang Zhenren, who had great prestige, would really be angry.

"Okay, it's not easy to govern a city, it's not easy to protect the peace of a city, there is no merit and hard work, you need to remember this matter, don't do it a second time. ”

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaobai waved his hand and gave one or two serious advices.

"The New Year has arrived, this is a wisp of three-flavor true fire, usually with true qi offerings, it will be enshrined in this city god, to help you and other qi refining and cultivation, but also to suppress the evil spirits, bento is an encouragement to your creation of one side of merit. ”

After speaking, he raised his hand again, and with his palm up, a wisp of transparent glass flame the size of an egg emerged from his palm.

As soon as this wisp of egg glass fire came out, a clear and pure qi overflowed from all directions of the flames, and Lin Ziyang and other Taoist priests only felt a shock in their spirits, and their eyes suddenly burst out with excitement and surprise.

Three flavors of true fire, this kind of legendary real people condense the divine fire of Jindan, but it is a big treasure.

It's a great blessing to get a wisp.

And then. ”

Jiang Xiaobai sucked a green oil lamp in the air, put this wisp of three-flavor real fire into the lamp, and flew it to Lin Ziyang.

Chenghuang Lin Ziyang hurriedly took it, looking at the three flavors of real fire on the green light in his hand, his heart beat a little fast.

Before they could come to their senses, Jiang Xiaobai flicked his sleeves, and the group had disappeared into the air.

"Congratulations to the real person. ”

Lin Ziyang trembled with the three-flavor real fire lamp, ran to the door quickly, bowed his body at ninety degrees, and shouted excitedly towards the night sky.

The same is true for the rest of the Taoist priests.

Everything returned to calm, and several Taoist priests in the City God Temple looked at the green oil lamp that Lin Ziyang was holding in both hands with excited and joyful faces, and the beauty of the glass-colored flame was thrilling!

Real people reward, three flavors of real fire, great opportunity!

Of course exciting!

And at the very edge, the cowering Yin Si "Land" finally knew the amazing identity of the "Great Immortal", and the frightened ghost brain was dazed.

It turned out that he was the "Bai Zhenjun" in the City God Temple, where the Taoist gods knelt down and enjoyed the incense of the world, and the immortals with super big backgrounds.

This timid "land" looked confused, and finally suddenly smirked.

He led Bai Zhenjun through and was stained with immortal energy, hehe.....

On the other side, after Jiang Xiaobai left the City God Temple, he naturally followed the agreement, and the group crossed the air overnight and went to the 100,000 Mountain.

A streamer of light pierced like a comet, shining in the cold night sky, and disappeared into the distant sky.

..............

At this time, the 100,000 mountains are in the middle of winter, the winter snow has not melted, and under the cold night, it is a mottled ink painting.

On the mountainside of Wutong Mountain, outside the small courtyard of the Jiang family, two old people came to this place through the magic circle arranged outside.

One old and one young, two ascetics appeared outside the courtyard in the cold and frost, rolling in the breeze, and two white frosts appeared on their eyebrows.

Kong Ming took his apprentice Kong Hui from the extreme west to this small courtyard that he had not seen for a long time.

The night was cold, there were no lights in the yard, the wind was blowing, and the small courtyard seemed a little lonely.

"Master, Uncle Jiang is not here at this time, will he come back?"

Kong Hui turned her head and asked Master.

"He'll be back. ”

The old monk Kongming is so sure.

"That... Shall we go in?"

"No, just practice outside. “

The old monk Kong Ming turned around and went to the edge of the west cliff, found a piece of bluestone, sat on it without sweeping the snow on it, and closed his eyes.

The apprentice Kong Hui also meditated beside him and settled down.

The cliff side is not cold, and the sound of uproar is still endless.

In the distance, there was a faint terrifying roar of the beast, and then only the whirring cold wind remained.

One old and one young, like green pines in winter, entrenched on the bluestone.

Three hours later, at nearly four o'clock in the middle of the night, a sound of breaking the sky descended on Wutong Mountain.

The old monk of Kongming was the first to open his eyes that were frozen by frost, and a rare smile appeared between his eyebrows, which did not fluctuate.

Time passes, when I said goodbye, how many things are impermanent, and I haven't seen each other for three years.

"Master, you're finally back. ”

There was a clear laugh from the sky, and a golden light fell from the sky and fell on the west cliff.

The golden light faded, Jiang Xiaobai's eyebrows widened, looking at this old acquaintance who he hadn't seen for a long time.

The two met from the time when the world was just in the Soviet Union, talked about the law and the Tao together, witnessed the revival of the world together, and formed a friendship that was forgotten. At the beginning, Wutong Mountain was goodbye, and the old monk went to the extreme west to seek the way, and this time was not seen for three years.

Nowadays, the world is changing, and when I say goodbye, I am not only happy, but my heart is also a little emotional.

"Amitabha, I haven't seen you for three years, and Xiaoyou is still like this. ”

Kong Ming exhaled the Buddha name, his eyebrows narrowed slightly, the folds rose, and the frost on his face fell.

"Uncle Jiang is good. ”

The young monk Konghui was beside him at this time, touched his head, folded his palms and lowered his body, seemed to be a little embarrassed, said hello to Jiang Xiaobai, and called Uncle Shi.

"Haha, what's the matter, call me this uncle's reluctance?"

Jiang Xiaobai had seen Kong Hui in the East China Sea before his enlightenment, and he smiled heartily.

"No, no, my nephew is just... I lost the green snake that my uncle gave me."

It turned out that the little monk of Konghui was worried about this.

"Hehe, it's okay, I heard Miss Shuiyue mention what happened, isn't the topic first....huh?"

Jiang Xiaobai smiled when he heard this, and was about to speak, when he suddenly raised his eyebrows, let out a sigh of surprise, and turned his gaze to the old monk Kongming, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"The master has cultivated the third fruit?"