At the foot of the mountain, the peach blossoms are lively.

To keep the New Year, the adults in the village either roasted charcoal around the traditional brazier, or burned coal and laid out a kang table, and played cards and joked together as a family, which was endlessly fun.

At this time, the children do not sleep, this is their happiest time of the year, they have shouted at the neighborhood children, shouting "come, play (live)", how can this good time be wasted.

While eating sweets that can't be eaten, while playing outside with artillery battles, children laugh constantly.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, the New Year was approaching, and every household took out a big red firecracker, placed it in front of their house, and crackled and exploded in the mist.

The little baby stood in front of the door, shouting excitedly,

At the beginning of the new year, remove the old and welcome the new.

And the lights of every household and thousands of homes in the peach blossoms, when welcoming the New Year, Jiang Xiaobai and Lao Dao are like a game in the world, shuttling between households.

Of course, the spirits of the two of them are not revealed to the world.

The soul is controlled by the mind, which can be seen in outsiders, or it can not appear, and it can be transformed between the yin and yang gods.

Jiang Xiaobai went to all the people he knew well, not for any reason, but he was just interested in experiencing the out-of-body experience, the kind of pleasure and comfort that was like a fairy game in the world, and the audience was alive.

In some people's homes, the family sits around and chats Chinese New Year's Eve night, and the family is harmonious and laughing; in some people's homes, the men go out to play cards, and the women and children go to bed early, and there is no atmosphere to welcome the New Year; and some people, for the sake of something, on the occasion of the New Year, quarrel with the table and chair, and the face is red, which is completely opposite to the joy of the New Year......

Thousands of households, one family, one family, but Jiang Xiaobai felt a lot of emotion.

At this time, Jiang Xiaobai and Lao Dao were in the room of a new house in Taohuali, watching each other.

It's just that the scene in the room made Jiang Xiaobai very unnatural, his face was slightly red, his eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look directly.

"Old man, why are you pulling me to see this, you are so old, how can you still be so old and not ashamed. ”

Jiang Xiaobai glared at Lao Dao a little depressedly, glanced at a pair of young men and women on the big red mattress in the room, and immediately took it back in embarrassment.

The room had just been decorated with white paint, the room was furnished with new furniture, and there were two red double happy words pasted on the windows, apparently the family had just married a daughter-in-law.

The young man and woman who were tossing around on the big red bed were obviously a newlywed couple.

The newlywed Yan'er, the little couple on this New Year's festive night, is full of passion, lingering under the big thick cup of men and women, restless and tight.

Despite the obscuration of the cup, it was still shining.

And Lao Dao pulled Jiang Xiaobai to stand in the room stiffly, watching the ladies in this room.

Lao Dao looked at it with a happy face, while Jiang Xiaobai looked embarrassed.

He is still shallow in cultivation, he is not very old, he doesn't know the affairs of men and women, and this scene of standing in front of him and showing his gus intuitively is really unbearable, and he has a sense of guilt and embarrassment.

But Lao Dao insisted on pulling him and didn't let him leave.

"If there are six roots in the human body, there are six consciousnesses, because there are six consciousnesses, there are six dusts, because there are six dusts, there are six thieves, because there are six thieves, there are six gods, and because of the six gods, there are six paths. ”

Lao Dao knew his thoughts, but he had his own intentions, and pointed to the little couple on the bed and said:

"My Taoist says that the six thieves are pure, the red dust has seven emotions and six desires, you don't need to cut off, but you must guard yourself, be pure and do nothing, this face can't stand it, and the soul can be completed!"

He stared at Jiang Xiaobai, who was a little embarrassed, and said with a smile.

After speaking, Lao Dao let go of his hand and said:

"Just stand and read it, the old way takes you on a spiritual trip, not all to feel the wonders of the out-of-body soul, but also to let you understand this red dust refining heart in advance. You have been staying in the mountains with the two of us since you were a child, and your temperament is steady, but you lack a little bit of the heart you should have, and you don't know that Hongchen has seven emotions and six desires, after all, you have lost a little spirituality. ”

What Lao Dao does is not without a purpose, but wants to teach Jiang Xiaobai more Taoism, and he is also very transparent to Jiang Xiaobai's temperament.

After listening to Lao Dao's words, Jiang Xiaobai knew Lao Dao's intentions, and after a while, he finally stood still and left without embarrassment.

So, the old and the young watched from the wall and watched a live Chun Palace.

At this moment,

"Who!"

Lao Dao suddenly snorted softly, his mind felt something, and his eyes swept out of the window, and the divine light flashed inside.

Because it was the voice of God, the newlyweds in the house who had just finished their work naturally could not hear it, so this sound was made to others.

Just, who is it?

Jiang Xiaobai's face was startled, and he looked out the window.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, a Buddha horn sounded leisurely from the room.

An old monk in Tsing Yi suddenly came in through the window, as if out of thin air.

Jiang Xiaobai saw the old monk who appeared out of thin air, and his face was greatly surprised, didn't he meet the old monk in Tsing Yi who was called Kong Ming last time on the boat.

"Master, why are you here?"

He couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Last time I said goodbye, I didn't expect to say goodbye to the donor so soon. ”

The old man was not surprised, and exhaled the Buddha name.

"What a master, it's just an old bald donkey who climbs the wall in the middle of the night. ”

After hearing this, Lao Dao already understood in his heart that this old monk was the one Jiang Xiaobai told him last time, and he was not polite at all, obviously he didn't have a good impression of the monk.

Since ancient times, the two schools of Taoism and Buddhism have been fighting each other in the change of dynasties, forming a lot of hatred, and now, Taoism is withering and suppressed by Buddhism.

Jiang Xiaobai saw that the old man was so polite, his face moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

"Amitabha, it seems that this Taoist friend has a lot of hatred for my Buddha. ”

The old monk in Tsing Yi was not angry, and a Buddha horn spread slowly.

"It's ridiculous, in ancient times, I won't say what the old ways of the Wuhu Chinese Buddha Gate did, and you waited for the Buddha to shout that all beings were equal, but he did some things to ask for and bow down, and he was also called the 'donor'. If you want to kill people with angry eyes, if you want to drink wine and eat meat, you will find some wine and meat to pass through the intestines, and the Buddha left a grand saying in his heart, if you want to do something about men and women, it is said to be joyful Zen..... If you are filthy, how can there be the six purities of Buddhism. ”

The old Taoist beard was flying, staring and raising his eyebrows, counting the dirty things of the Buddhist gates, and telling the old monk in Tsing Yi to listen, which had its own momentum.

"Amitabha, the old man cultivates the true self, what does the Buddha have to do with me! ”

The old monk of Kongming looked peaceful, and quietly talked about Zen. Among them, Ji Feng said that the Daomen is almost the same now.

"Haha!"

When Lao Dao heard this, his eyes were gone, and he suddenly laughed, turned his eyebrows slightly, looked at the old monk Kongming, and stood with his hands up.

"Old Dao Yu Qingzi. ”

The old Taoist has not spoken to others about his Taoist name for decades, and he has reported his name to the old monk and expressed his respect.

Just now, he was angrily shouting at the bald donkey, counting the Buddha's door, but now it is a different attitude, in which the sharp edge and the Taoist heart are free and easy.

"Poor monk Kongming!"

The old monk also bowed and said his Dharma name.

At this time, Lao Dao spoke again, and there was a faint divine light between his eyebrows.

"If the old Taoist view is not bad, the empty Ming Daoist has now cultivated the Buddha's mind?"

"The aura is in the world, and the old man occasionally has a congenital chance, not talented, and he is being born by cultivating the three flavors of music. ”

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