Later, the bamboo Taoist priest spent three years sharpening the bamboo roots, and finally got this half-ruler bamboo knife, and at the same time realized the landscape knife method, and became the first person in Taoism.

"This bamboo knife has one hundred and eight water vortex patterns, and when I saw it, I saw one hundred and eight bamboo shoots growing from the roots of a plate of bamboo. It used to drink a hundred kinds of water, and its favorite was spirits and strong tea, but unfortunately, it needed a break. ”

The bamboo Taoist priest poured a bowl of tea onto a bamboo knife, and the clear tea spread along the blade, but he didn't waste any of it, and it all penetrated into the one hundred and eight water vortex patterns of the blade.

"Dang!" , the tea bowl fell, and the bamboo Taoist priest trembled and put down the bamboo knife: "See and laugh." ”

Zhu Tong stretched out his hand and put his hand on the wrist of the bamboo Taoist priest, his expression was shocked, and he closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before saying, "Dao Chief, I can't help you." This plaster can protect the heart, and it is okay for a short time, but it has been delayed for a long time. ”

The situation in the body of the Bamboo Taoist was extremely bad, only the strange veins in the whole body were barely smooth, and the other eight veins were all broken. What sustained his life was the pure innate true qi, and the emerald green streams flowed in the meridians that no longer existed.

According to the theory of Western medicine, the bamboo Taoist priest should have died a long time ago, and his pulse was so weak that he could barely feel it, and if he measured it with blood pressure, it must be amazingly low blood pressure.

"Haha, I don't have to worry about the Taoist priest, this injury can't kill the Taoist priest." The bamboo Taoist priest lifted his robe unconcernedly and asked Zhu Tong to put a dog skin plaster on his back. Feel it: "Warm, I wish my brother's plaster is magical." ”

drew the bamboo flute and blew a string of glissandas, but Qingyue was weak; "It's been a long time since I've been so quiet, Elder Mei is a blessed person, he asked me to say one thing to Brother Zhu, but unfortunately, I forgot. Forget the good, forget the good, just don't say it. ”

It makes no difference to Zhu Tong whether he says it or not, he is destined not to agree, but he wants to do something for the master in front of him, maybe, please come to Uncle Shi?

"Daoist, how long can you stay here?" Zhu Tong asked.

"Call me a Taoist priest, a cultivator must know how to thank the people and nature who provide for him, we are students, we can't be called long." The bamboo Taoist priest served another cup of tea; "Jiangnan is suitable for cultivation, I will stay here with Elder Mei for a few days, and I will not leave for three or two months."

"Then, I will call you a Taoist priest; Taoist priest, I will invite my uncle to come, maybe he is the only one who can cure the Taoist priest's illness. ”

"Okay, if you can visit the seniors of Zhumen, it is worth waiting here for ten or eight years."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and each drank tea; Only then did Zhu Tong realize that the teacup in his hand was a hard bamboo carving, and even the tea stove hanging on the charcoal fire was also carved from bamboo roots.

"May I ask the Taoist, who is victorious above the Red Cloud Golden Peak?"

Zhu Tong has envied those heroes since he was a child, but now of course he doesn't think so, he has been transformed into a complete utilitarian by the old liar, and he doesn't care about such a false name. However, the battle between the Bamboo Daoist and the Living Buddha of Soonda still made his blood boil, and he wanted to know more about what the situation was like at that time.

"I'm defeated;" The bamboo Taoist said softly, his face was still calm: "Suo Wenda Living Buddha wants to be defeated, he is already very clever, if he really makes the Living Buddha wishful, there will be no opponent for him on the rivers and lakes." Buddhist kung fu is very strange, some are fierce and straight, some are silent; Brother Zhu, I'm wondering, what kind of state will they reach after all? The Taoist priest is not afraid of the living Buddha, but he is afraid of him falling into the devil. ”

"Bamboo Daoist, you, why are you doing this? He's self-enchanted, he's crazy, he's overtaken him, aren't you a little rival? Zhu Tong thought carefully for a while before he understood the subtlety, the bamboo Taoist priest was deliberately seeking defeat, and he didn't want to help Suo Wenda Living Buddha go further.

"No, I'm not sure I can beat him; The seal of the living Buddha has entered the realm of transformation, and the Taoist priest doesn't want him to get out so easily, hehe, only he suffers a little. You may not know that until I was thirteen years old, I was a Buddhist novice. ”

"The Taoist priest used to be a little monk?" This is really new news, and I wish the child a lot of interest.

"Yes, my master is actually very good, but he has always said that if he can't recite the scriptures well, he will not sincerely worship the Buddha, and he will go to hell. I read the scriptures very hard, and when I read too much, I wondered, do hell and Buddha really exist? The bamboo Taoist priest talked softly while sipping tea, and Zhu Tong listened so engrossed that he forgot to ask.

"If the Buddha's magic power is really boundless, and he is really compassionate and compassionate to others, then hell should have been annihilated a long time ago, what a great merit is that? When the Buddha destroys hell, isn't the world peaceful? If the Dharma cannot destroy hell, it should not be boundless power; If the Buddha did not want to destroy hell, it should not be said that he was compassionate. At that time, I dared to ask Master, but I was ordered to go into the room to meditate. Hehe, it's just being locked up in a small black room. The Taoist priest was afraid of the dark since he was a child, and he ran away after only one night, and this question is only now understood, but he no longer dares to ask the monks. ”

Zhu Tong asked curiously, "What do you understand?" ”

"It's not that the Buddha doesn't destroy hell, it's that the Buddha needs hell, and without hell, who still believes in Buddha? Haha, is it true? ”

"It's true." Zhu Tong does not believe in Buddhism or Taoism, but he admires an interesting Taoist priest like Bamboo Taoist.

That thing in hell doesn't sound like a good thing; What the Bamboo Taoist said is very objective, Buddhism really needs a hell to set off, just as beauties need ugly contrasts.

"Daoist priest, it's okay to stay here with Elder Mei, many old-timers in this sect have been too influenced by Buddhism, and they also use karma to deal with the unfairness of the world; It's difficult, the habits of more than a thousand years have taken deep roots and penetrated deep into the bone marrow of the Daomen. I wish Uncle Lan what he said is right, Daomen has missed too many opportunities. Dan Daozhi's theory has long been outdated and outdated, and it is time to return to the origin of Taoism. If you don't take heavy medicine now, maybe the Daomen will really sink. "What the Bamboo Taoist needs is an audience, and after being injured, the strong Taoist priest is also a lot weaker.

"If there are no patients, doctors are useless, isn't that true?" Zhu Tong's medical skills are not high, and his kung fu is superficial, but his listening skills are first-class, which is the basic skill of a liar, and it is also a must to mess around.

"That's different, the human body is naturally sick, so you need your doctor; The human spirit also needs faith, so religion was born. The beliefs of the Chinese can be virtual or real, advanced or retreated, and are as ethereal and mysterious as Tai Chi. When he was active and enterprising in his youth, he believed in Confucianism after joining the WTO, but Confucianism was full of power and scheming, and he walked in the rivers and lakes, who could have a clean life? It will surely accumulate a sickness in the heart; When they encounter setbacks, or retire in old age, or disappointment and temples, or seek spiritual liberation, they mostly retreat to Buddhism and Taoism. What the Taoist priest is embarrassed about now is that if the Buddha is pulled off the altar, it will inevitably create chaos in the heart; The Taoist sect is not ready, and it will only be foreigners' Christianity that will be cheaper, which is even worse. It takes money to spread the faith. The bamboo Taoist priest sighed, and was silent.

Everything needs money, Zhu Tong wanted to ask how much money the bamboo Taoist needed, and felt that he didn't have that qualification, so he sighed, and he was very understanding.

"Can I write a word for you?" Zhu Tong said piously that this was rare in him.

"Okay, Zhu Menzhi is a great supernatural power, and the Taoist priest wants to see it." The bamboo Taoist priest nodded with a smile; "What do you need me to do?"

"You don't have to do anything, just trust me."

"The Taoist priest understands, please wish my brother to be casual." The bamboo Taoist priest blew the bamboo flute again, and the sound of the flute soared, full of love for life.

This is the first time to save people with the word "governance", Zhu Tong took the silver needle in his hand, closed his eyes and recuperated for a moment, recalled every word that Uncle Zhu Huang said, and pierced the index finger of his right hand to draw a "qi" word in the air.

The mountains and rivers in the Broken Snow Park are exquisite, and it is a place where the aura gathers; Zhu Tong Zhu Uncle Huang preached the word "qi" for more than half a month, and he only wrote a few hundred times in total, and his subtlety was still shallow.

But after the last tick of the word "qi" was written, Zhu Tong suffered a heavy blow to his chest, collapsed and leaned on the chair weakly.

The breath in the void was cool, and he pounced on the chest of the bamboo Taoist. The sound of the flute weakened for a moment, gradually turned high-pitched, the bamboo Taoist stood up, and Rao Liangting hurried away; After more than ten minutes, he stood in front of Zhu Tong, his eyes shining.

"I wish the door to rule the word is really smart, the Taoist morale machine benefits, the cultivation benefits, thank you for Brother Tong's help. Again, maybe just three times, the Taoist priest will be all right. ”

"No thanks, this word, I can't come again, I'll die." Zhu Tong rubbed his chest before he gasped; To die is not to ask for the name of the bamboo Taoist, but to ask for his own life. If it is not the cultivation of Peng Ma Gong is pure, this time it may be seriously injured.

Only then did the little liar really understand the greatness of Uncle Shi, he was able to write seven words to save seven people every year! Zhu Tong felt as if he had been emptied, his breath weakened, and the loss this time was so great that he couldn't get over it in a month or two.

It's no wonder that the old liar doesn't write the word to govern, and in the future, the little liar won't treat people with this thing!

Liu Yilan walked up to beat Zhu Tong's back, and said in a greasy voice: "It's okay to rest for a few days, next week, when your little lover comes to learn painting, you will treat Zhudaozong, what tonic do you need, just say a name, I'll find it." ”

Zhu Tong enjoyed it, and looked at the bamboo Taoist priest apologetically: "You don't need medicine stones to treat words, and the cultivation of the writer himself is consumed, and I believe that the Taoist priest can understand it." ”

The bamboo Taoist priest listened and realized that for him, this was a strange kung fu, an ancient and mysterious exercise more ancient than a charm.

"Now there are only five people who can write Zhizi, but one will have to wait for a year, one will be in prison, and the other will not have this kind kind writing, only my second senior brother Zhu Yun remains. He can only write it once. Zhu Tong crossed his fingers and counted it to Liu Yilan, Uncle Zhu Huang needless to say that he has the deepest kung fu, but he can only write seven times a year and has already finished writing back to the mountain, even if he comes, he can only think of other ways; The old liar has never written in his life.

The second senior brother said that as long as there is a need, he will definitely take action; There is another one, the elder brother's Peng Ma Gong is profound, and he can write with a little practice, but he is still serving his sentence in prison.

After hearing this, Liu Yilan walked up to the bamboo Taoist priest and grabbed his hand, and said with a smile: "I will find a way to fish out Senior Brother Zhumen." Zhu Daozong's injury can't be delayed any longer, Zhu Tong, hurry up and call the master of Xiaoyun Village, I'm looking for him to have something. ”

The bamboo Taoist stared at Liu Yilan: "Why bother? ”

"Hopefully it's not too late." Liu Yilan snuggled up to him.

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