Taixu Zhenren also pondered for a moment before he chanted: "When looking at the gods, they also follow the horses from the chariots." The car was defeated and the horse ran to death, implicated in a temporary vacation. I don't know this in the mourning world, but I don't know it. Kind of sin on the heavenly net, poisoned hell. ”

This poem is naturally written in a minor key about the misery of the world, and so far, the poems are stable, although it cannot be said to be comparable to Li Bai, Du Fu and other poetic saints. But after all, it's just too virtual and real people to come easily, and they have something to say in one go, and I don't know how much better it is than Wang Mian's previous limerick poems.

Xiao Youzhen applauded, and then chanted: "Lost from death, three souls are lost." The birthday of life is far away, and the day of death is early. Sad and painful, the roots have been turned upside down. Sit down scattered, and you don't know how to get old. ”

This poem also starts with the shortness of life and encourages the world to be diligent in cultivating. If you lose the middle way, the disaster will be even worse. These two poems are not so much in line with today's banquet as they are actually made for Wang Mian.

Wang Mian himself also has some talent, although it is not enough to let him compose poetry, but he still has the ability to be obedient and listen to the sound.

The first Xicheng Zhenren and Qingtongjun humbled each other, and Xicheng Zhenren chanted first: "God is a ferryboat, don't go to the shore." The form is not the permanent house of the gods, and the gods are not the permanent loads. Wandering the wheel of life and death, but painstakingly hesitating. ”

He saw that Wang Mian's face was blue and red, as if he knew what he was worried about, so he turned to say: "You studied the Tao with me in your previous life, but later fell into the world because of your lack of determination. I am not forcing you, but I really want you to extricate yourself from the evil world, who knows that you have fallen too deep, and you are ignorant and cannot wake up. ”

Xicheng Zhenren was silent for a moment, and then he sighed: "That's it, when this banquet is over, I will cast a spell to send you back to the Middle-earth country of the Southern Ganbu Continent." Although you and I may not necessarily not be able to meet in the future, if you want to cultivate to become a heavenly immortal, you will have to suffer a little more calamity. ”

At the beginning, Wang Mian also boasted about his talent in front of the Biyou Fairy. There was no one in his eyes, and at this time, he was no longer so energetic, only sweating. Xicheng Zhenren was about to give him a few words of encouragement, and wanted to give him a chance to step down, but the Qingtong Jun on the main throne also opened his mouth and said: "I just remembered a sentence, and I also ask you Taoist friends to evaluate it." ”

Xicheng Zhenren couldn't refute the enthusiasm of the master here, so he had to press the words in his heart for the time being, and listened to Qingtongjun chanting: "I want to plant and destroy the roots." When uprooting life and death, planting. Shen Yin fell into the nine springs, but sat on the remains. ”

Qingtongjun's poem is also a person who persuades the Taoist, plucking the root of love, like a hanging bead, one by one, and he should do his best. If the heart is deep, it is like a cow or horse stepping into the mud with a load, and it will be trapped by the red dust in a blink of an eye.

If a cultivator still can't forget the fame, fortune and wealth of the world. It's better to go down the mountain and leave. Only by treating these fame and fortune as fleeting clouds and calming one's mind can one practice and enter concentration. When the time comes, you can read the Taoist books all over the world, so that you can taste the taste of Chinese cultivation, and it will be like a gluttonous meal. All six organs are beautiful and have an aftertaste.

If you can do this, then you will not be far from attaining the Tao, Dai Zhenren also sighed: "There are five difficulties in the world, and it is difficult for poverty to give alms." It is difficult for the rich to learn the Tao, it is difficult to control life without dying, and it is difficult to see the scriptures. It is difficult to be a saint after being born. In the past, I heard Dao Jun say, 'Morality is invisible, knowledge is useless, and you should keep your will and do the Tao's ears.'" It's like polishing a mirror, wiping off the dirt and dirt before you can get it, and then you can see your own image. When the time comes, we will see the clarity of our minds, and the day of enlightenment will not be far away. ”

At that moment, he also wrote a poem: "It is difficult to clear the road, and it is difficult to be poor." Xu Hou and his people are also, Yao Ling Fang ascends to the hill. Outside the sunset, flying in the middle of nine days. The group is really returned, and the golden gate caresses the people. ”

All the real people each chanted a poem, the banquet continued, Wang Mian no longer had the face to stay in the hall, and simply went to the side hall to rest under the leadership of the Yellow Turban Lux. The screen bed in the side hall is beautifully furnished and lit with candles. Looking further up the four shelves, there are full shelves of letter covers, and there are all kinds of books.

After a while, Fairy Biyou pushed the door in and said, "Dai Zhenren has something to discuss with the saints, my master asked me to come here to rest first, Wang Sheng, you did well in the palace just now." ”

By this time, Wang Mian had already realized that his knowledge was far worse than that of these immortals, and he should be ashamed. So he was speechless, and Fairy Biyou suddenly came back to his senses, thinking that Wang Mian had misunderstood that he was ridiculing him, so he hurriedly explained.

However, Wang Mian is worthy of having deep spiritual roots in his previous life, and after a blow from the immortals, he is much more sober. He hurriedly bowed down and didn't even dare to say that Fairy Biyou was amused by his embarrassment, and said with a smile: "I have a piece of advice, I don't know if you can listen to it or not." ”

Wang Mian asked, "What advice?"

Fairy Biyou pursed her lips: "Don't write poems from now on, it's also a way to hide your shortcomings." When Wang Mian heard this, he was very ashamed, and hurriedly said that he would never dare to write poems and articles in the future.

Biyou Fairy was afraid that it would hit Wang Mian, so he said: "Actually, your master Xicheng Zhenren is a great immortal outside the world, Wang Sheng, you can follow Xicheng Zhenren to practice, this ability to chant poetry is only a trivial matter." ”

Wang Mian sighed and said, "I don't know that Xicheng Zhenren is a Dao immortal, but my parents are old and my children are young. Although I am now moved by Taoism and immortal arts, it is not difficult for me to give up fame and fortune in the world, but it is a shame for me to leave the old and young in the family. ”

Fairy Biyou listened to Wang Mian's explanation, her eyes lit up, and she said with a smile: "The real people of Xicheng want to hear Wang Sheng's words, and they don't know and are happy." Wang Sheng, if you have already given up your wealth and wealth, and only do your filial piety, I will have something to give. ”

As she spoke, she took a basket out of her sleeve and said, "This is a toy that I made in my spare time when I was practicing in Penglai Immortal Mountain, you must not dislike the rough workmanship." ”

Wang Mian saw the Biyou fairy take out a model of the house from the basket, and when he got closer, he saw that there were all pavilions made of fine grass, the small ones were as big as oranges, and the big ones were like oranges. There are about 20 of them, each of which has beams and rafters and purlins, with clear roots, and the beds and tables inside are the size of sesame seeds.

He now knew that these people were immortals in the heavenly realm, and the things he took out were naturally not children's play, so he couldn't help but admire the ingenuity of the Biyou Fairy in his heart.

Thanking him at the moment, Fairy Biyou smiled and said: "We are not gods in the heavenly court, my master and I are scattered immortals who live outside the world, and we are willing to see you because we have a fate with you." You went back to the world this time, only because your old father was here, and you couldn't bear to violate the filial piety of the son of man. As long as you can still stick to this Dao heart, and wait for your old father to follow and practice by the side of Xicheng Zhenren after a hundred years, then we will naturally have a chance to meet in the future. (To be continued......) u