Lu Honglan said, "Tao? Are those in Mr. Xu Daoye’s backyard? There seems to be a lot of bamboo slips in it. I saw Mr. Xu Daoye sweeping the house with a lot of dust ▲ and those are hard to recognize Xiao Huo vertically. You are amazing and you can recognize such old words. "
Huo Junzhong doesn’t think it’s difficult. "Nothing. My grandfather is an artist. He is best at painting and engraving. When I was a child, I learned a lot from him. It’s not difficult to recognize these words."
After eating the fish, we chatted for a while, and it was getting dark. Huo Junzhong sent the Lujia sisters back and brought a few skewers of grilled fish to the last Taoist temple in the town.
It is said that the Taoist temple is just a few gray tile houses, and there is no plaque hanging.
It is said that this Taoist temple was a strange disease that suddenly became popular in the village many years ago, causing many people to vomit and die. At this time, a Taoist priest came, who cured the strange disease of the villagers. He felt that the atmosphere here was good, so he stayed here. The villagers thanked him and worked together to repair this Taoist temple.
I don’t know how many years have passed since the old Taoist named Xu Xuanyuan lived in the village. He knows medical skills and massage. People in the village have a headache and fever, and they will come to see him for treatment. Even pig and bovine diseases will be seen. By the way, when the villagers were named and offered sacrifices to see their homes, they also had great prestige in the village. A group of foreign red soldiers heard that there was a Taoist temple here and they were struggling to break the capitalism, but they were driven out by the villagers with shovel.
Xu Laodao is the oldest person in the village. Everyone in the village is named after him. However, judging from the name Lu Honglan and Lu Qinglan, it is not so good for Huo Junzhong to name this old road.
An old man who is sloppy often walks to the field without changing his clothes for several years. If he wants to sleep, he falls to the ground and sleeps for a few days. Sometimes the villagers are used to it and ignore him.
Huo Junzhong, who just arrived in the village a year ago, didn’t know that Xu Laodao died in the bamboo forest. He was so shocked that he called people everywhere. At that time, most of the villagers were working in the fields. He finally tried his best to drag Xu Laodao back to the village and give him artificial respiration. Only when the villagers came back did they know that he was not dead.
When Xu Laodao woke up, he found it interesting to know about it, but he made friends with Huo Junzhong, a foreign child.
Huo Junzhong was too sick to exercise since he was a child. He likes reading. There are Taoist temples and treasures in the small village. Although most of them don’t understand Taoist scriptures, they have become a good place for Huo Junzhong.
Xu Laodao sometimes talks with him about Taoist scriptures, and Huo Junzhong discovers that this veteran has read a lot about Taoist scriptures, but he despises many classics and laughs at them. At the same time, he has no respect for the immortals depicted in Taoist scriptures.
Not long ago, Xu Laodao did not know where he got a brain. The configuration is quite good, but there will be no Huo Junzhong in the village. One person knows how to make the brain empty. Please ask him to help him input the Taoist temple into the brain. Many ancient books have been blurred.
In this way, every night, Huo Junzhong will go to the Taoist temple to help Xu Laodao enter the Taoist scriptures. It has been a month since the blink of an eye.
Today, as usual, Huo Junzhong came to the Taoist Temple and smelled a strong smell of wine as soon as he entered the Taoist Temple. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and it seemed that Xu Laodao had drunk too much. Sure enough, he came to the back room and there were two jars of wine next to the door panel. I don’t know which villager sent the wine head.
Xu Laodao drank a long blue robe full of wine and was still singing loudly. "Drunk and lying in the clouds, watching the sunrise and ups and downs, doing everything. Nanke’s heart and country are vain, and people’s dreams are long, and dreams become snakes and dragons."
His singing is completely different from that of Huo Junzhong when he heard those songs in the city. Every word is played for a long time and the rhythm changes little. Huo Junzhong once imitated it, but after singing two or three words, he was out of breath.
"Drunk again, I said that you always say that you are a real person, but at least you are a real person. Is it good to be sloppy all day like calling flowers? You are greedy and lazy. You are a dog in a dream, and you are a dog’s leg." Complaining, Huo Junzhong struggled to help him back to his room. Fortunately, the virtual road is thin and less than 90 pounds, otherwise he is in poor health. Huo Junzhong really can’t afford to carry him.
"It smells fishy" Xu Laodao took the grilled fish from Huo Junzhong’s hand as soon as he was drunk, and he was so anxious that Huo Junzhong said, "Don’t worry, you will be stabbed in the throat by fishbones."
"I’m afraid that the old-fashioned Chinese Coalition forces didn’t kill the bullets, but I’m afraid that the fish bones won’t work." Although the old-fashioned road is drunk, it hasn’t reached the point where it can’t talk.
"Blow it, blow it, and return to the allied forces. You might as well say that you are alive when Mongolia invaded you." It’s easy to throw the old man into bed. Huo Junzhong went out to the water tank. People who drank water and drank too much were particularly thirsty. He didn’t pay much attention to the old man’s words. He often boasted when he was sober, let alone when he drank too much.
Lao Dao suddenly said, "Xiao Huo, the Lu sisters seem to have watched you. Are you going to have that or both?"
"Don’t be crazy. We’re not that kind of people, or Uncle Lu won’t kill me and say how old we are."
Sophisticated grunted, "The two sisters are both fifteen. It’s not difficult to give birth here, but it’s not Lu Da Han who is greedy for money. These two sisters are not married because it’s rare that he can give birth to such a pair of sisters’ flowers. You really want them. Anyway, my aunt is my brother-in-law’s little cotton-padded jacket, not to mention this kind of like-minded sister. Anyway, you are old and rich. It’s not difficult for you to pay a bride price unless you look down on the girls in the mountains who like those coquettish and explicit women in the city or plan to
Huo Junzhong Nai said, "You’ve drunk too much. Be quiet. Don’t be so disrespectful at such a big age. Did you get dumped by a woman in the city before? You’re a monk. Keep your mouth shut."
The old man sat up and said, "Don’t let me drink too much. I thought that when I went to the northeast alone and tried to fight for wine with Zhang Hu, Zhang Hu should respect me. When you get a small fire, you should also consider life events. Besides, if you are entangled with those two little girls all day, it will be bad if you can’t control your body. Young people’s Yuanyang broke too early and affected your body."
"I’m a minor, so don’t talk about these things that are not suitable for children." Huo Junzhong’s drunken madness can’t change the subject, otherwise God knows what Xu Laodao will say. "Xu Daochang, do you think monasticism can really prolong life?"
Xulaodao was very angry and said, "Of course I can be sophisticated. I am not the evidence." According to the villagers’ words, Xulaodao came to the village for 50 or 60 years, and he was sophisticated at least 100 years old. Although Huo Junzhong didn’t quite believe that there was a centenarian who still had the spirit to jump, drink and eat meat and brains, he first watched movies every day, and his spirit was as good as that of ten years old, but anyway, it might be the reason for his monasticism.
Huo Junzhong asked, "Can you teach me?"
"Teach you?" Xu Laodao gave a burst of laughter. "Xiao Huo, what do you want to learn?"
Huo Junzhong answered simply, "I want to live, I don’t want to die."
Xu Laodao laughed again. "It’s really like your answer, but Xiao Huo people always die, even practice is no exception."
Huo Junzhong replied without hesitation, "One more day is one day."
Virtual road curious asked, "Xiao Huo, why are you so afraid of death? It is reasonable to say that your age should be a bold time to know life and not know death. "
"I’m not afraid of death," Huo Junzhong replied without hesitation. "I have known for as long as I can remember that it is a miracle that I will live soon, but I just want to try my best to live."
Master Xu Tao chuckled, "It’s rare to live without fear of death. Tell me, Xiao Huo, if you’re not afraid of death, why are you so obsessed with life?"
Huo Junzhong said, "Master Xu, I am a dystocia child. When I was born, the doctor said that my mother can protect a father, which means to protect my mother, but my mother insisted on giving birth to me. As a result, my mother died when I was born. My life was bought by my mother’s life, so that I can live happily every day so that I can be worthy of my dead mother’s life. My life definitely doesn’t want me to be afraid of death, but I hope to live well."
Xu Laodao sighed, "So you are carrying the expectation of the dead. No wonder you know that you are in poor health and will die at any time, but you can still live a happy life every day, Xiao Huo. You are qualified to learn Taoism, but learning Taoism is a road of no return. Once you step on it, you will get immortality and give up a lot of your possessions. Have you let it go?"
Huo Junzhong laughed, "I don’t even have a life to say at any time-all I have to lose." After that, I didn’t get a reply. I looked at the virtual road and snored loudly and actually fell asleep.
Huo Junzhong gave a wry smile: "Virtual Taoist Master, it’s hard to believe that you are a Taoist." Put the virtual Taoist body on the bed, cover it with a thin quilt, and he will catch cold. No matter whether it’s cold or hot, the virtual Taoist is a dirty cassock and a pair of hemp boots. Huo Junzhong took off his Ma Xie hot towel and wiped his feet. This is when Huo Junzhong was still in the city, he learned from his grandfather that it would be much more comfortable to wipe his feet with a hot towel after drunkenness.
After cleaning up, Huo Junzhong came to the wing room. In half of the room, there were all kinds of roads, most of which were vertical photocopying, and many of them were hand-copied with writing brushes. There were even more than 20 rolls of bamboo rolls and some sheepskins in it, and I don’t know what year they were made.
There is a smell of mildew in the room, but there are no insects and ants. This is luck, otherwise the volume here would have been destroyed.
On the left side of the room, there is a brain with quite good configuration, which is actually a 24-HD touch display multi-core brain processor line external device. However, there is no mobile phone in the village, and there is no network. If it is very fixed, there is also a village head family. Although the brain configuration is good, most functions are not practical because it cannot be connected to the Internet.
Huo Junzhong sat in front of his brain and continued his recent work. It was simple to input these words into his brain.
Most of Huo Junzhong’s input is a single word, but when they are linked together, they are confused, but they just can’t understand the typing, and it doesn’t affect the work. After half-typing, Huo Junzhong stopped, and his mood is a little uneasy. When he came, he didn’t believe in this kind of thing. The Americans landed on the moon decades ago, and the China spacecraft successfully landed on the moon last year. It is expected that tourists will be received in five years. By then, ordinary people can go to the universe to develop. The immortals should be ancient superstitions, but tonight, they are chatting with
It may be a day or a year before his illness is cured by modern science and technology. Actually, Huo Junzhong has heard that it is difficult for nurses to live beyond the age of ten because of his illness. He has been grateful to his mother for giving him life. Dr. Lin also thanked his grandfather for sending himself to this quiet mountain village, otherwise he would have died in the city.
If death has been around since childhood, if you can’t escape, you should summon up your chest to meet it. Huo Junzhong realized this a long time ago, but facing death bravely is not to despise life. Being alive and kicking at such an age is more energetic than yourself. What if Huo Junzhong thinks that if there is such a thing as monasticism in this world?
Although Xu Laodao said that if you follow the path of spiritual practice, you will lose something if you go back. Many important things are about Huo Junzhong, and it seems that you have nothing to lose.
However, Xu Lao Dao is a big confused day. When you wake up, you may not remember talking to yourself tonight, and you may not teach yourself.
Huo Junzhong turned his eyes and looked behind him and smiled. He didn’t teach anything, so he just learned it himself. Anyway, there is a primary school teacher culture in this village. According to Huo Junzhong, that is, the level of kindergarten teachers can’t teach children anything except literacy. Can the school teach more than the third grade curriculum? There is nothing in Huo Junzhong every day that doesn’t need to learn exams like teenagers of his age in the city.
I searched in the book and entered it here for a month. Although most of them can’t understand it, Huo Junzhong still understands some of these categories. ▲ And I can hear from the usual vain words that he doesn’t think much of most of the roads that pay attention to immortals and do good deeds.
Huo Junzhong also gave up these things and put aside some fables that seem to be closer to philosophical theory, as well as all kinds of spells that he couldn’t understand and refined.
Looking around, Huo Junzhong found three, and he thought there was one.
The first is to ascend the scriptures to the west.
One is the nine-turn Dan method
A roll of visual classics
Xi Sheng Jing is a vertical copy of Jiuding Dan’s law. Some words have been blurred by hand, but they are still understandable. The last volume of the sutra is bamboo slips.
Huo Junzhong entered these three volumes into his palm and looked at them. It was almost time to go home. When he returned to his room, he saw Xu Laodao still sleeping, and carefully returned to his boarding master Xie’s home.
Master Xie is also in his sixties and seventies, but he can still do farm work every day. At this time, he is greeting another fellow villager in chess Huojun and returning to his room.
Take out your palm and read the scriptures.