Chapter 37： Entrance exam (1/2)
When the Taoist retreated, the two entered the room, and Han Shu was guarding the door.
This is a quiet room without chairs. He Zun and Li Yan are sitting awkwardly on the futon. The old road is just across the road, with a straight and upright posture, as if it is Taishan, and has its own momentum.
”Lord Dao has been here for a few days. Is everything OK?” Li Yan said.
”Oh, come here late at night, think it's a bit frowning?” The old man didn't answer, and asked directly.
”Can't hide from you ...”
He Hezun found out the remaining incense pill and passed it to him, ”Look at this.”
Lao Dao took it in the palm, smelled it, and twisted it twice with his fingers. Taoist Temple also worships incense, with a large amount of incense and incense. He also makes some on his own, and is good at it.
At this moment, when I look at it, I feel a little different. The fragrant pill is round and tight, without any omissions, but it looks like it is natural and there are no traces of processing. He immediately got up, walked to the wooden case next to him, cleaned up the unburned benzoin, and put incense pills.
This is not a smoke-smoke, but together with the heat, there will be a faint green smoke.
The incense incense will only be fully circulated after a short period of brewing. About a minute later, the three of them smelled a clear and refreshing taste, which seemed to dispel the turbidity in their brains and refreshed them.
”...”
老 The old man took a deep breath, and suddenly looked slightly changed. He took another two breaths as if not sure, and then returned to his original position, meditating with his eyes closed.
The two looked at each other, but didn't dare to bother, but waited in embarrassment.
The room was quiet for a while, and only a long and powerful breathing sound was heard. With this rhythm, it seems that a weak suction force is generated, which causes the smoke to drift near, and the old-fashioned face becomes a bit fuzzy.
After a moment's snoring, he opened his eyes, with a little eagerness, and asked, ”Where did you get this incense?”
”It was one of those goals, her friend sent it.”
”Can you find this person?”
”I can find ...”
He Jingzun paused and couldn't help asking: ”Director, what's wrong with this incense?”
”The problem is great, but it is inconvenient to talk to you in detail.”
Hey!
He Zun listened a little unpleasantly, and the old man looked in his eyes, and simply pointed out: ”Mr. He, the poor Taoist heard the two sons were in a strange condition, and he was curious when he agreed to take a look. He did not make any promises, not you If you really find someone who makes incense, no matter if he doesn't, he will meet for a while. As for your grievances, you still have to resolve them yourself. ”
These words are harsh, but they are true.
I have n’t had a big deal at first, it ’s you guys asking for help. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Li Yan said busyly: ”Yes, you are yours, we are ours.”
He Hezun narrowed his eyes, and immediately sorted out, nodded.
With that said, the two got up and left.
I was so frightened that there was only one old man in the room. He looked at the incense burner with a complex expression. He was both surprised and expectant, and a little scared and nervous.
Luan Nanzong has been passed down for more than a thousand years since Zhang Boduan, but it is just a dust in the long river of history.
Chinese myths are numerous and countless, and one of them is a rule: the farther away from the present age, the greater the power in myth; the closer it is, the more sparse it is.
From the ancient Kuafu chasing the sun and reclaiming the sea, to the later Ziqi came to the east, there was a fish in Beiming, and then to Ge Hong and Zuo Ci, until Wang Chongyang and Zhang Sanfeng. It can be described as LOWB all the way. At first, it was fascinating. At last, Maoshan Xiaoshu raised ghosts and arrested them.
Even in modern times, what kind of hand-inserted electric door, coins into a bottle, even a showman is a master!
Let ’s say that before, productivity was low and people ’s wisdom was not developed, so we adore nature and mysterious power. When society develops and the people are enlightened, many things can be scientifically verified and they will tend to be rational.
This is certainly a saying, but in the eyes of theists, there must have been many unknown waves in thousands of years.
The entire Taoist system relies on the vague spread of classics and myths. From the perspective of Nanzong alone, Zhang Bo is holding ”The True Story” and Bai Yuchan is writing ”The Promise of the Promise”, which is tangible. At the same time, there are some anecdotes, such as Bo Duan fighting with a monk, Yuanshen travelling to Yangzhou with a trick, and agreed to fold flowers as a record. The monk arrived first, but he couldn't fold the flowers. Bo Duan came later, but he picked a Qionghua.
Uncle Duan said: I have two lives to live, Jin Dan Avenue, but the real **** sees me, this is called Yang Shen. You only practice life, not sex, although the speed is fast, but there is no egg, your name is Yin Shen.
Is this a big deal? Quite awesome.
Xun Ke passed on four generations to Bai Yuchan, but only saw the theory, but not the true chapter. There were no outstanding figures in six or seven hundred years, let alone any power.
This is very weird. Mo Laodao has read the classics and can't understand it. When he was young, he traveled the world and visited senior people. Those senior monks who were over a hundred years old had only deep static skills, reasonable living, and no magic at all.