Bai Song frowned slightly, obviously unable to understand.

Bai Song asked, "I heard that cultivators are cultivating supernatural powers, but what is hypocrisy?"

Yin Ming nodded and said, "What Old Bai said is good. ”

However, it is necessary to know that the mandate of heaven is sexuality, and sexuality is the root of man. ”

"Those people are cultivating the Dao Law, but what they cultivate is only the divine power of life, not the true temperament of the destiny!"

"If you don't cultivate true nature and true gods, you will have no supernatural powers, just like a martial artist's foreign family practicing kung fu, after all, your achievements are limited. ”

Bai Song and Liu Qing nodded again and again, both thoughtfully.

Yin Ming stopped at the point and did not explain in detail, after all, this is not the right occasion.

The so-called sexuality has the inside and outside, there is truth and falsehood, and there is not yet a hair.

The appearance of sex is spirit, the pseudo is supernatural, and the hair is love.

The soul is the soul, the truth is the god, and the beginning of the undeveloped is the true nature.

In the future, Yin Ming enlightened the Quartet and led the literati to practice, so he would naturally elaborate on this middle way.

However, hearing him say this, Liu Qing had a little more confidence in Yin Ming in his heart.

Yin Ming said again: "Brother Liu doesn't need to worry, if I can't do anything about the ghosts in the house, this Qingyuan vine will be given to Brother Liu." ”

When Liu Qing heard this, he waved his hand again and again, and said, "Brother Yin has already been injured, how can you ask Brother Yin for this." ”

He couldn't wait to say goodbye to Bai Song, and then led Yin Ming to the Hou Mansion together.

Qinglin Hou Mansion.

Qinglinhou sat in the study, frowning, with a stack of files and letters in front of him.

He's been troubled lately.

One is that his own house is haunted, and his youngest son is haunted by evil spirits and is delirious.

On the one hand, the imperial examination is imminent, and the governors of various provinces have sent people to send letters.

The Marquis of Qinglin has a respected status and strong force, and is a hereditary first-class marquis.

Because of his noble title, he was in charge of the Ministry of Rites in the imperial court.

This is a characteristic of this world, almost all important positions are occupied by warriors, and below them are specific executions by civilian officials.

Powerful warriors are not in charge of specific matters, but they enjoy the highest command authority.

It is now the month of Wax, and the imperial examination will be held soon after the year.

According to the usual practice, the imperial examination was run by the Ministry of Rites.

As the supreme governor of the Ministry of Rites, the Marquis of Qinglin received a bunch of letters from the governors of various provinces every year.

The governors of each province, each suppressing one side, are the most powerful people in the Tang Dynasty.

They have long been eyeing the imperial examination, wanting to find talents from it for their own use.

After all, although force is the key to suppressing everything, it is also inseparable from civilian management to develop the economy for their enjoyment.

With so many governors wanting people, Qinglinhou is also a little difficult to do.

Qinglinhou was holding a letter in his hand, which was sent by Fengxi Province in the western part of the Tang Dynasty.

Qinglinhou looked at the letter and felt angry.

This Fengxi Governor is extremely powerful in force, and he is even expected to be an innate martial saint.

But this guy relies on his own force, and the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, so he wantonly acts as a prestige.

The year before last, there was a man who was a staff member in his house, and his limbs were torn apart by him after drinking, and he died of pain.

Last year, the provincial capital of Fengxi, which was also the Tanhualang of the Tang Palace, was broken by the governor of Nadu and fled back to Hongjing.

You must know that although the governor is the governor of a province, the provincial government, as the head of the civil service of a province, is actually responsible for various specific affairs.

Up to now, the position of the provincial capital of Fengxi Province is still vacant, and I heard that Fengxi has become a mess.

That's it, he still has the face to ask for someone, to ask for a fart!

Just when the Marquis of Qinglin was worried, the subordinates said that the prince came with the young marshal of the Qin State Mansion.

Qinglin Hou suddenly became even more depressed.

To be honest, if possible, he really didn't want to have anything to do with that terrifying Yin Dashuai.

Although his martial arts realm is also very high, he is still very jealous when he thinks of the unfathomable Yin Dashuai.

But now that he has borrowed the other party's divine bow, he already owes a favor.

Now that the son-in-law is here, he can't say anything, so he has to entertain him well.

I heard that Yin Dashuai is not at home all the year round, this kid won't be here to fight the autumn breeze, right?

Yin Dashuai is a martial artist, and even the emperor respects him.

Although he Qinglin Marquis is noble, he is also a head shorter.

Thinking of this, Qinglin Hou said to his subordinates: "Ben Hou will go to the hall and have someone clean up the desk." ”

Qinglin Hou came to the main hall, and Yin Ming and Liu Qing were already chatting over tea in the hall.

Qinglin Hou walked in with a laugh and said, "The young marshal has arrived, and Ben Hou is very happy!"

In fact, with the status of Qinglin Hou or his strength, there is no need for such a posture at all.

He was so humble, naturally because he was afraid of the terrifying Yin Dashuai.

Yin Ming got up and saluted: "Master Hou is so polite, but I am terrified. ”

Qinglin Hou was stunned, feeling that the painting style of this young handsome man was not quite right.

If he didn't know that his son was quite reliable, he would have suspected that this young handsome man was an impostor.

Who is Yin Dashuai?

He is cold-blooded and ruthless, domineering, and ordinary people just look at him, and their hands and feet are numb, and they are prostrate on the ground.

Even when Qinglin Hou faced him, he felt that his blood was cold and his circulation was not smooth.

But this son, dressed simply, smiled kindly, and had a gentle attitude.