Tao? What is Tao? Man? What is man?

This book is about Taoist priests;

Onlookers, know what is going on and don’t lie;

The Taoist is not the Taoist in the TV series;

Whether it is true or false, the spectators should have a deep conversation with the Taoist on their own to know what is going on and see what the way is.

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At midnight, thirty or fifty miles away from Lizhou City, in a thatched farmhouse far away from a Taoist temple, there lived a family of four. Lying on a thatched mat in a corner of the farmhouse were a middle-aged man and a woman.

There is also a pair of their children, who are fast asleep at the moment.

The middle-aged man's name is Zhong Mugen, the woman's name is Xu, and her nickname is Xiu. Zhong Mugen's ten-year-old son is named Zhong Wen, and his four-year-old daughter's nickname is Xiaohua.

Yesterday during the day, for some reason, when Zhong Wen was helping the Taoist temple to lift a piece of wood, the wood fell down, causing a big hole in Zhong Wen's head. No, Zhong Wen, who was lying on the straw mat at this time, had his head covered.

It looks like Yindu Asan.

"Huh? What's wrong with me? Why does my head hurt so much?" Zhong Wen reached out and touched his stinging head, thinking to himself, did he get hit with a brick when he had a fight with that group of people yesterday?

Zhong Wen vaguely remembered that when he and his friends were enjoying the night at a food stall last night, while they were playing skewers, a few gangsters suddenly appeared out of nowhere and yelled at Zhong Wen and the others for no reason. Zhong Wen and the others suddenly became furious.

, regardless of the number of people on the other side, taking advantage of the drunkenness, he picked up the bench and started doing it.

But Zhong Wen had no impression of the specific outcome, who killed whom, whether his friends were injured, whether he lost the prize, or how it ended.

Let me go, did I drink Fragrance again? Zhong Wen kept his eyes open while thinking about it, but his eyelids seemed to be hung with a thousand pounds of stone, and he couldn't open them no matter what. In addition, he had a severe headache, and he couldn't remember what happened next.

After a while, Zhong Wen fell asleep again.

After the night passed, Zhong Mugen and his wife climbed up from the thatched mat. After checking Zhong Wen's injuries, they shook their heads and went out of the house.

"Husband, how is Xiaowen? Do you want to invite the Taoist priest in the temple to come and take a look today?" Zhong Wen's mother had a worried look on her face.

"It's okay. Director Li came over yesterday and took medicine. He said he'll be fine in a few days." Zhong Mugen responded to his wife and picked up a handful of wood from the side of the kitchen.

With the hoe on his shoulder, he was ready to work in his own land.

The morning air is exceptionally fresh and dense, nourishing all things on the earth. The rice in the fields and the grass beside the fields are covered with dew, crystal clear and as bright as pearls.

"Brother, are you awake?" Xiaohua stretched out her hand to shake Zhong Wen, who was lying on the straw mat, frowning and staring at Zhong Wen's head wrapped in the shape of Ah San.

At this time, Zhong Wen, after waking up in the morning, opened his eyes and was completely immersed in his own world. In his ears came the crow of cocks, the barking of dogs, and the crying of children. He stared blankly.

Standing on the thatched roof, Zhong Wen didn't know where he was.

"Where is this place? Why is it like this? Is it possible to fight in the countryside? But what is the situation now? Ah, my head hurts." Zhong Wen thought about it, but he still couldn't resist the splitting headache in his head, and he immediately stretched out his hands.

I hugged my head, trying to squeeze the pain out of my head.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Does your head still hurt? I'll blow it on you, and my mother said it won't hurt anymore." Xiaohua looked at her brother's painful expression and movements, thinking that her brother's head started to hurt again.

Zhong Wen was already tortured by this excruciating pain and wanted to commit suicide. Picture after picture poured into his mind, playing like a fast-forward movie. The huge pictures and memories poured in, making Zhong Wen even more miserable.

It seemed like a century, but in fact only two-quarters of an hour had passed. This excruciating torture gradually stopped. Zhong Wen put down his hands holding his head, feeling as if he had experienced life and death, and the joy of being reborn. He wanted to open his eyes.

At first glance, my eyelids were as heavy as Mount Tai, and I gradually fell into a drowsy state. I vaguely seemed to hear a soft voice calling "Brother, brother."

"Brother, brother, what's wrong with you? Are you still in pain?" Xiaohua has been lying on the edge of the straw mat, watching Zhong Wen quietly. Although Xiaohua doesn't know what's wrong with her brother, she has been silently guarding her brother.

, thinking that my brother would get better soon, tears kept rolling in his worried eyes.

Zhong Wen was in a coma, and a large amount of information poured into his mind. The memories of the past life and the present life collided, and they were quickly integrated and intertwined like two armies at war, which greatly developed Zhong Wen's brain.

It has reached an unprecedented level. If a normal person's brain development is only one to two percent, then Zhongwen's brain development is estimated to be ten percent, or even higher.

"Water, water." After a quarter of an hour or two, the sleeping Zhong Wen finally responded and softly called out for water.

"Brother, do you want some water? Then I'll call you." Xiaohua, who was guarding Zhong Wen silently, saw her brother reacting and responded softly while stroking Zhong Wen's wrapped head.

Xiaohua got up and trotted to the kitchen excitedly. Holding a broken pottery bowl, she scooped out half a bowl of water from the water tank. She carefully brought it over and poured out the remaining half bowl of water.

He moved closer to Zhong Wen's mouth.

"Brother, the water is here, you drink it."

Zhong Wen was in a daze and drank the half bowl of water that Xiao Hua brought, which restored his body's energy slightly, but he was still stuck between drowsiness and wakefulness.

Xiaohua watched nervously as Zhong Wen drank less than half of the bowl of water, but Zhong Wen was still in a drowsy state, with worry in her heart hanging on her little face.

Xiaohua put the pottery bowl aside, stretched out her little hand and grabbed Zhong Wen's hand, feeling the temperature of her brother's palm, hoping that her brother would not have a fever.

"Brother, you have to get well soon. My father and mother were worried to death yesterday. If something happens to you, brother, my father and mother will be very sad..." Xiaohua sat next to Zhong Wen.

, talking nonchalantly to himself, starting from the past until Zhong Wen was injured yesterday.

Zhong Wen, who was sleeping, began to wake up gradually, and some memories inexplicably came to him, temporarily occupying his mind.

"I'm going, I... have I traveled through time? Or have I traveled through time?" Zhong Wen closed his eyes, and various images flashed rapidly in his mind. He really couldn't believe that all this would happen to him. This is unscientific.

Ah, apart from the plot settings of some online novels, where else would there be any time travel. I instantly felt like I had been struck by lightning. The chance was so small that it was hard to believe.

"It turns out that this body is also called Zhong Wen. Fortunately, fortunately, there is no change of name. At least there is no need to change the name. But this family is too poor, right? They have nothing to eat and nothing to wear.

This is not a place where people live, there is only one thatched house, this..." Various scenes and pictures of Zhong Wen's life in this life flashed in Zhong Wen's mind, and these pictures made Zhong Wen suddenly feel...

The feeling of being teased by God and such a hard life made Zhong Wenden feel bitter.

Xiaohua had been sitting silently next to Zhong Wen. Although she was mumbling her own words, her eyes never moved away from her brother for even a moment. At this time, she saw her brother's eyelids moving a few times, and she felt very happy.

, leaned down, put his little head in front of Zhong Wen, and looked at Zhong Wen happily.

"Brother, are you okay? Does your head still hurt?"

"Xiaohua, it doesn't hurt anymore." Zhong Wen slowly opened his eyes. The Xiaohua in front of him was the little girl in this life. Her face was dirty, her hair was disheveled, she was wearing a shabby gown, and her lower body was covered with a

A pair of shorts-like pants with bare feet.

"Xiaohua, where are Dad and Aniang?" Zhong Wen slowly climbed up from the straw mat and turned his head to look around.

In addition to a dilapidated low table in the small thatched house, a dilapidated cupboard with a closed door frame in the corner, and three or two pottery jars, there are several dilapidated straw mats on the floor, with some straw spread under the straw mats.

There were a few old and dirty quilts placed on the straw mat, and there was nothing else. Zhong Wen looked at the shabby appearance of this home, and shed a handful of bitter tears in his heart. This will be his life in the future.

A residence, whether rich or poor, can at least be regarded as a home.

"Brother, father and mother went to work in the fields." Xiaohua followed her mother's example, stretched out her dirty little hands, touched Zhong Wen's forehead, and then touched her own forehead to feel herself.

Did my brother have a fever? Then, his nervous look relaxed.

Zhong Wen was a little confused by the series of movements of the little girl in front of him. Then he thought that Xiao Hua was testing his own body temperature. Thinking about it, he was amused by the little girl. Such a small person can test her body temperature.

, it’s not like I saw it wrong.

"Brother, are you still thirsty? Let me get you a bowl of water." Xiaohua got up, took the pottery bowl with a few holes missing, and went to the kitchen to get half a bowl of water.

"Thank you, Xiaohua." After Zhong Wen drank half a bowl of water in one breath, he felt that his soul had returned to its original state, and the hunger in his stomach had also slightly decreased, but there was still some slight cramping in his stomach and his whole body was a little weak.

, as if it could eat a whole cow.

Zhong Wen reached out and touched his head. He already knew in his heart that his head was smashed by a piece of wood yesterday. The wound was not small and he bled a lot. However, Zhong Wen fell into a coma not long after being hit.

What happened next is unknown.

"Brother, you bled a lot yesterday, please stop touching your head." Seeing Zhong Wen touching his head, Xiao Hua nervously stopped Zhong Wen, fearing that her brother would accidentally touch the wound and bleed again.

Xiaohua was still frightened by the scene where Zhong Wen was bleeding yesterday.

"Xiaohua, it's okay, I know what to do." Zhong Wen has been thinking about something in his mind, or rather, he wants to find out if there is some kind of system or a golden finger after his soul has passed through.

Something like this, it was written like this in the novels I read in my previous life.

Zhong Wen thought to himself that the novels he had read in his previous life all said that there was a system or a golden finger, so after his soul traveled through, there must be one, so he wanted to find out where his golden finger was?

(Is the word Taoist originally a monk or a Taoist priest? According to historical records, there is no Buddha in China. It was not until around the Han Dynasty that Buddhism was introduced to China. However, China’s Taoism already existed. Because this Buddhism is a foreign thing, the people

According to the terminology of Huang Lao Taoism, since Buddhists and Taoists are both outsiders, Buddhists are called Taoists to distinguish them from Taoists. In the Western Jin Dynasty, in order to formally distinguish Buddhists from Taoist priests, the name monk began to be used.

Dharma, so Taoist is the title of Taoism. There is no need to argue.)

PS: The progress of the first 40 chapters is a little slow. If you don’t like reading, you can skip to chapter 46.
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