"Our abbot also let us briefly read some Taoist theories. Although some of the theories are different, they have something in common. The abbot also wants us to have a richer ideological realm." The little novice monk said, "So the theory of cause and effect

It’s normal to have some negative thoughts.”

The little novice monk explained after hearing what Qin Yuelou said.

"I can't tell that the abbot of your temple is quite open-minded."

No matter what school or religion there are, there will always be good people and bad people. Qin Yuelou also knows that he cannot kill them all with one shot. Although he is not a particular fan of Buddhism personally, some Buddhist ideas and doctrines also have merit.

of.

In short, each religion has its own set of ideological doctrines. If these ideological doctrines are interpreted correctly, they can develop in a good direction. However, if these ideological doctrines are misinterpreted, the path will be narrow.

After listening to what the young novice said, Qin Yuelou had some changes in his views on the abbot of Hailun Temple.

Holding the karma-eliminating money in his hand, Qin Yuelou thought to himself: "So, since the abbot of this temple has already come up with the idea of ​​karma-eliminating money, what is his idea of ​​returning it?"

Is this abbot really able to see the golden light of merit because he kills demons without taking any money?

Or after seeing Jin Ye, the abbot felt that he was not someone to be trifled with, and was afraid of getting into trouble, so he refused to accept the money?

Qin Yuelou was not a person who knew anything about the world, but he was still a little confused about the underlying reasons for the refund.

If you can't figure it out, then don't do it.

In short, the target guided by the little yellow book is right in this temple. Just wait until nightfall to explore it.

After chatting casually with the little novice monk, the little novice monk also took Qin Yuelou and the tiger to the guest room in the temple.

This guest room was built just behind the central hall of the temple and was specially built for those believers. Qin Yuelou also saw three scholars communicating with each other.

The little novice monk took Qin Yuelou and Tiger Tiger to two guest rooms, said a few words briefly, and then left.

Then Qin Yuelou looked around, and the three scholars he saw were looking at him intentionally or unintentionally. They were probably a little curious to see the living swordsman.

He was not a vicious person, so Qin Yuelou smiled at the three scholars, put his sword behind his back, removed the cork of the wine gourd, and took a sip.

This gourd wine is quite good, and it is also a recipe created by the magical power of immortal wine. It is called [Shaodeng Immortal Road Bu Lao Recipe]. This recipe was created by Qin Yuelou one time when he was bored and lamented that life is short.

Immortal brew.

One sip can add half a year to your life, and at the same time significantly slow down the progress of aging. It can be said to be a beauty-preserving skill, even if you have children when you are old. However, the effect of this wine on people is only in this sip.

Already.

Therefore, the aroma of this wine is sweet and light, and it is not intended to make you drunk. However, no matter what level of drinker you are, you can get a good tipsy state after drinking it.

Appropriate drinking can stimulate blood circulation and activate meridians, and you can write with energy.

Qin Yuelou also wanted to have a casual chat with the three scholars of different ages, so as to ask whether the scholars knew about the situation here, so he shook one hand and

Four small bowls were placed on the stone table in the courtyard outside the guest room.

Then he held a wine pot with two fingers, which was also called "Shao Deng Xian Dao Bu Lao Fang", and also placed it on the stone table.

"Three scholars are destined to meet each other. How about having some drinks?" Qin Yuelou invited the three scholars.

One scholar is hesitant, another scholar happily goes to the appointment, and another scholar is wavering.

But after the scholar who came happily came, the other two scholars also came.

So Qin Yuelou changed the cup and changed the cup. Qin Yuelou learned the names of the three scholars and their situations. The scholar who happily went to the appointment was called Wei Rujun, and the hesitant one was called Zeng Xian'er. They swayed left and right.

It is called Menglongtan.

Wei Rujun had just been selected as a scholar, but because there were many chores at home, he could not calm down and study, so he moved to Hailun Temple to find a quiet place to read.

Meng Longtan is a bit miserable. He has failed in many examinations and has not yet passed the exam. So far, he has worked hard for this and found a quiet place in Hailun Temple to study hard.

Zeng Xian'er, on the other hand, is a filial and honest person, and has the highest academic level among the three.

What Qin Yuelou found a little interesting was that these three people moved in after being given business money.

After the wine started to drink, Zeng Xianer gradually started to laugh and told an interesting anecdote.

"Some time ago, while on an outing to visit friends, I met an old fortune-teller. I asked the old man if I could rise to prominence. The old man calculated with his fingers and said that I could be the Prime Minister of Taiping for twenty years."

Dajing actually did not have the position of prime minister, because as mentioned before, Dajing’s system included cabinet ministers. The founding emperor Guo Yuewu abolished the prime minister system of the previous dynasty and established a cabinet system.

This cabinet has no decision-making power. It only assists the emperor in drafting edicts. However, the cabinet now has considerable power. It is somewhat similar to the previous prime minister, but it just changed the name of chief minister.

"I said, how can there be a prime minister? Now the newly appointed chief minister is in the limelight. He is the third most popular person. Even if I can become the prime minister, I will probably have to wait sixty or seventy years."

"Brother Zeng, you don't need to take it to heart. How can there be so many fortune tellers who are really capable of telling fortunes on the street?" Qin Yuelou blurted out without caring about the emotional intelligence of this answer.

"That's true, that's true." Zeng Xian'er smiled casually, but it was a bit vulgar, "I can only say that if I become the prime minister, hehe."

So they chatted casually again, and Qin Yuelou also returned to the guest room. Tiger was still reading, while Qin Yuelou started to think.

In fact, no one saw the abbot. It seemed that everything was handled by the Zhike monks or the young novice monks. Qin Yuelou thought for a while and went out.

I found a random Zhike monk.

"Little master, I would like to meet the abbot of your temple. Is it possible to make it convenient?"

"Donor, the abbot is currently meditating, so it is inconvenient to see people." The monk who knew the guest said politely and without being humble or overbearing.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After hearing what Zhi Ke Monk said, Qin Yuelou did not continue to stalk him and just returned to the guest room.

"Sir, what do you say?"

"I can't see you, so what can I say?" Qin Yuelou shook his head, "But it's not a big problem, just wait."

So they waited until evening and gave them some fast food. After the two of them finished eating, they didn't sleep. Qin Yuelou continued to read Shan Shu, while Shan Jun practiced his magic.

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Wei Rujun was reading, and after a while he felt sleepy. He was going to take a nap before continuing to read, so he blew out the lights, returned to the bed, dressed and slept.

Not long after he lay down, he felt that the window seemed to be opened. He did not get up, but squinted his eyes and looked over the window sill. If it was a bad guy, he might not be able to defeat him, so he could only act according to the situation.

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But he felt that he was worrying too much, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

There was no other reason. The person who came in through the window sill was carrying a torch. He was very small, about two inches tall. He had pheasant feathers in his hat, and the horse he was riding was the size of a grasshopper.

"How could there be such a small person?" Wei Rujun was wondering.

The general leaped on his horse, jumped off the window sill, and landed on his desk. He was on guard everywhere. An eagle as big as a fly flew up from his shoulder, catching mosquitoes and tearing them apart.

Wei Rujun has poor eyesight. Although he cannot see, he can still hear the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies gradually disappearing.

There are also wolf-dogs the size of cockroaches. They are still wild, but they are also naive. These wolves run wildly in the house, often pulling or pulling bed bugs, cockroaches and other bugs into pieces from some corners.

Divide and eat them, including rats, centipedes, millipedes and other insects.

After eating and drinking, the eagle returned to the general's shoulders, and the wolves and hounds returned to the general in groups and squatted on the ground in strict discipline.

Nodding, the general looked at the room with satisfaction, then put his hand into his mouth and blew a whistle. After that, rows of little people were either dragging their families with their families, or carrying boxes and backpacks, helping each other from the window sill.

Climbing up and down everywhere.

The little people with torches illuminated the desk brightly.

The generals riding horses guarded the miniature carriages. The carriages passed by in a row, and even strong men jumped off the table with the carriages, and then landed firmly on the ground.

There are also musicians from all walks of life, with gongs, drums, suonas and erhus and pipas on their backs. They endure the desire to play and quickly slide down the ropes from the table. There are also young men carrying packages on their backs supporting the boss with a big belly...

It's like a kingdom on the run.

The carriage passed by Wei Rujun's bed, and a kind and gentle voice came from the carriage.

"We are humane. I will lend you this room and sweep away the mosquitoes in this house for you. If you are awake, you'd better leave as soon as possible. A killer has come to this temple, and I'm afraid he will kill this temple."

middle···."

Wei Rujun listened, squinting his eyes tiredly. The voice was loud and loud at first, but became weaker and weaker as it went on. As he listened, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

Early in the morning, Wei Rujun got up. The strange thing last night seemed like a dream. Wei Rujun thought for a moment and then laughed.

"How could there be such a young person? It seems like it must be my dream. It doesn't matter, just study." Wei Rujun smiled and sat at the desk, ready to continue reading the unfinished book.

I just casually touched strands of black hair.

but···

Wei Rujun felt that the hair felt wrong, so he brought the black hair close to his eyes.

What kind of hair is this?

They were clearly black iron chains as thick as hair.

Then he heard screaming from the next room.

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Zeng Xian'er actually felt a little unhappy.

"The fortune tellers say I can become the prime minister, so why should the swordsman cause trouble? I can be arrogant if I can do a little trick? I am a little bit ungrateful. As a filial and honest person, I can not kneel when I meet the magistrate, but this little swordsman actually dares

Like this?" Zeng Xian'er thought with dissatisfaction, "If I become prime minister, I must let the swordsman...well, I must let the swordsman dance his sword every day for the people all over the street to see."

Zeng Xian'er is not a bad person, but he is somewhat ignorant.
To be continued...