"It's actually a Taoist temple?"

The plaque on He Miaomiao's head reads the three words of cloud and water view, which is handful and chic, and has the wind of idle clouds and wild cranes.

There are also many Taoist temples in the secular countries of the Lingnan Mountains, but almost all of them are built in the closest place to the national capital, waiting for the people in the city to kneel and worship, to add incense, and by the way, the Taoist chief will give a talisman to ensure safety.

The so-called talisman, in fact, is just a casual Taoist priest to draw, perhaps fortunate to see the real talisman, learn to imitate the useless things.

The mundane talismans are all cinnabar yellow paper, which can only be lit by pretending to be ghosts, and are also regarded as a fairy magic method to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits.

The talismans of the immortal cultivation realm are all animal skins and blood, and no matter how bad they are, they must be paper refined by spiritual plants, otherwise where can they withstand the power of heaven and earth in the runes?

Those so-called Taoist temples hidden in the downtown area, most of the plaques are shining, I can't wait to be able to dazzle the blind eyes, the main hall is also full of treasure, the incense burned is high in the house, and the Taoist priests inside are also worshipping high and stepping low, very philistine.

And the small Taoist temple with blue tiles and white walls in front of you is hidden between the mountains and rivers, low-key and comfortable, and there is an indescribable style. And the handwriting is a little arrogant, as if he disdains the company of the mortal world.

When He Miaomiao was standing at the door to watch, a gray-clothed old man with crane hair and a childish face walked out of it.

His back straightened, his hands behind his back, a little vigorous and brisk that did not match his age, with a kind smile on his face, he stepped forward and hugged He Miaomiao casually.

"The girl has come from afar, and if you don't dislike it, please sit inside and talk. ”

He Miaomiao felt that he was different from the people in the outside world, and he was so polite that she was not used to it. So he nodded, followed behind him and stepped into the view, and found that it was still simple and casual, but full of interest.

She hadn't used her divine sense to probe before, but after entering, she saw that the area in the view was not large, but it had all five elements. With the help of the natural water, wood and earth, plus the gold utensils and fire rooms are arranged according to the direction, there is a prototype of the real five elements.

He Miaomiao regretted in her heart, if she was in the immortal cultivation realm, the monks of the Jiedan would work together to attract the terrain, and they would definitely be able to become a cultivation resort with sufficient spiritual energy.

"Dao Chief's view of clouds and water is really different from other places. If there is a natural gold mine fire vein, it must be an excellent feng shui treasure. ”

Lao Dao smiled and waved his hand back.

The little girl's words were wrong. Life in the world can't have what you ask for, and the same is true of heaven, earth and landscape. I have heaven and earth, wood and water, and Lao Dao, this person has already taken advantage of it, so why do I need to ask for more?"

His casual appearance made He Miaomiao appreciate it very much. She is in the world of cultivating immortals, and her choice of right and wrong has not changed, but she also has greater ambitions and desires.

Compared with the old-fashioned life in the present, satisfied but not extravagant, her ideas seem a little greedy.

"The Taoist mentality is really good. If you ask too much, you become more and more dissatisfied, and everything in front of you is ignored. ”

Lao Dao took her to the terrace by the cliff, sat down next to a decayed old tree, took a bowl of clear spring water to quench her thirst, and sat down on the side to chat with her by the old tree.

"At a young age, it is not easy for a girl to recognize herself, and when I was a girl of this grade, I was still competing with others in the mortal world for those small profits. Now that I think about it, it's just pathetic and ridiculous. ”

"I don't see that the Taoist has such a story. He Miaomiao knew that many Taoist priests were halfway to enlightenment, and a few grew up in Taoist temples.

Lao Dao saw that he had an easy conversation with her, and he didn't understand it like an outsider, and he was also interested in not dealing with people for a long time.

"I was defeated at the hands of a mother and brother in the year I was founded, and I suddenly realized. For the sake of an ethereal dragon chair, for the so-called supreme power, the brothers are against the wall, and the father and son are suspicious, which is really more than worth the loss. I didn't want to, but I was pushed forward..."

"I was beaten into the dust by my brother's calculations, but I suddenly had the idea of stepping out of that circular trajectory. After asking for the emperor's life, I was demoted to a concubine, and since then I have been at large for more than 30 years, and I am extremely happy!"

He Miaomiao realized that Lao Dao did look a little like the emperor who was beaten by her.

It's just that the wrinkles on the emperor's face are deeper, and he still has a sense of slaughter before he was beaten by her, but he has been at ease for many years, and he has cultivated arrogance since childhood, but his temperament is much milder. Except for his white hair, his face doesn't look like he was in the age of a sixtieth birthday.

"The Taoist is really transparent. The temptation of the throne is extremely high, and how many people are willing to give up the power that seems to be easy to obtain, but is actually far away?"

Lao Dao laughed and said, "Don't girls also think that those ethereal mundane things are boring? I and the girl are equally transparent, hahahaha..."

He Miaomiao felt that since she separated from Bai Muhe, she had never chatted so happily with anyone, and the two of them didn't even notice that the sun was going down.

It wasn't until a seven-year-old Taoist boy came to invite someone that the two knew that it had already passed the meal, and only two young Taoist children in the temple had been waiting for a long time.

"Master is also really, he admonishes us to recite the Tao Sutra on time all day long, but he doesn't eat on time!"

Xiaodao Tong's eyebrows are clear, his small body is thin and thin, he looks like he can even blow the wind down, and he is not afraid of the scare of Lao Dao with a straight face, and his tone is still a little natural and intimate.

"One, you take the girl over for dinner first, and I'll dig out the wine. ”

Hearing this, Yi nodded obediently and skillfully, pulled He Miaomiao's cuffs forward, and kept chattering in his mouth, not afraid of life at all.

"Big sister, where did you come from? Is it in the city? Is it fun in the city? My master said that the Taoist leaders in the city are rich, and they can eat meat and drink wine every day, and I want to see and see it in the future. ”

He Miaomiao looked at him with a longing look, couldn't help but smile secretly, patiently described the scene in the city, and listened to it with relish, and rushed in hurriedly before approaching the dining hall.

"Second cylinder! The eldest sister said that the Taoist chiefs in the city are all liars! Master really didn't lie to us!"

There was a muttering sound in the room, He Miaomiao sat aside and watched the two little Taoist children bite their ears, only to feel that the lights had become a little warmer.

Lao Dao quickly took out the old wine buried under the tree, and as soon as he lifted the lid and the house was full of fragrance, the two children smelled and smelled and felt that their heads were about to faint, and finally they had to stuff a few mouthfuls of food indiscriminately and run back to the backyard to rest.

The old way has a good amount of wine, and he has never been drunk for a long time after taking small sips. While talking about the past and the present, he also talked about poetry and lyrics, and he was in a fog for a while, but he felt that many words were very reasonable.

The two talked happily, and a large jar of wine soon bottomed out. Lao Dao arranged accommodation for He Miaomiao, and then left staggering and singing an out-of-tune tune.

He Miaomiao was lying on the bed, not using spiritual power to dispel the alcohol, her cheeks were slightly red, but her heart was extremely clear.

She decided to stay in the meditation for a while, because the monastic problem that had been haunting her mind for a long time seemed to be about to find an answer.