host country

Zuoqiu Junyi has a rare treasured bronze sparrow hanging, and he is very enthusiastic about this matter.

Seeing that the people nearby were all waiting to get porridge and rice at the foot of the mountain, and no one paid attention to this side, he simply took out a pen and paper to paint and draw.

Yu Xian leaned aside and looked at it for a while, most of the above were words praising Luoshen and Zhangshui.

Zuoqiu Junyi wrote a lot in a short while, but when he was writing, the tip of his pen suddenly paused.

Yu Xian looked curiously, Zuoqiu Junyi was writing, "...the dynasty is in the river, and its soup flows. The god moves north, soaking the buds."

While reading, he asked in puzzlement, "Is there a question?"

Zuoqiu Junyi looked at Yu Xian with a rare seriousness on his face, "Of course there is a problem."

Then without waiting for Yu Xian to ask questions, Zuoqiu Junyi said, "Removing the title of a river god is not a trivial matter. Even if you have any means, you can go against God's will, but you will definitely anger God in the future. You have to think about it clearly."

Yu Xian sighed, otherwise Luoshen would not pay such a price.

Yu Xian nodded and said, "I've figured it out."

Seeing that Yu Xian was clear about the consequences, Zuoqiu Junyi picked up his pen and was about to continue writing. Suddenly, his mind moved, and he asked, "Aside from that bronze sparrow, does Luoshen have any reason to stay in Zhangshui?"

Yu Xianmo calculated that the reason why Luoshen went to Zhangshui was purely to reconcile with Zhen Mi, and then to experience the joys and sorrows of this world in a human body.

When Zhen Mi dies, there will be no such so-called Luoshen in the world.

It is meaningless to stay in Zhangshui or not.

As for the matter of the bronze bird, you can ask her to help you find it before then.

Yu Xian didn't mention the Tongque, but asked directly, "If you don't need to stay in Zhangshui, what should you do?"

Zuoqiu Junyi lifted his spirits when he heard this, and said with a chuckle, "Then you owe me a favor."

As he said that, he crossed out the previous few sentences, and wrote again, "Scattered water lilies, long green grass. Zhilan and water, hunting the moon and chasing the light. Shenqi goes north, and Changle is young."

After Yu Xian finished reading, he thought for a while, and immediately understood the mystery.

Zuoqiu Junyi said proudly, "If you really want to relocate, I'm afraid you will be finished, and the old man may also be unlucky. But if you just go hunting in the north of the river where there is no emperor, maybe the sky will turn a blind eye and close it." one eye."

"Okay, you." Yu Xian immediately looked at the old guy with admiration.

Although he already had a plan to fight against the destiny, Yu Xian had no idea whether it was a bolide falling from the sky or a big monkey hitting him with a stick.

It is worthy of having an old man in a family, like having a treasure.

When Zuoqiu Junyi finished writing the sacrificial oration, Yu Xian read it hastily and put it in his bosom with satisfaction.

After that, it is to get this matter done as soon as possible while no one is around.

Yu Xian wanted to take advantage of the situation to ask about Tongque, but the old man Zuoqiu felt that Yu Xian wanted to eat alone.

He refused to utter another word.

And Yu Xian...

I really want to eat alone, and I will inevitably feel depressed.

The two intrigued for a while, and tacitly changed the subject.

Zuoqiu Junyi motioned to the porridge serving team below, and offered to propose, "Would you like to go down and try a bowl, it tastes pretty good."

At this moment, there are not many people in line.

Yu Xian's body suffered a serious loss, and his whole attitude was ready to refuse or welcome, and was soon persuaded by Zuoqiu Junyi.

The two dawdled to the end of the line, and it was their turn in a while.

Yu Xian didn't have utensils, he used clay pots given by the monk, and Zuoqiu Junyi did the same.

When Yu Xian finished filling half of the can, Zuoqiu Junyi behind him was revealed.

The monk who served the rice raised his head, his expression moved slightly, and then he looked around like a thief.

The monk next to him subconsciously looked away.

Then the monk who served rice frowned, deliberately stirred the bottom of the pot, and filled the old man Zuoqiu with a full pot.

The two still found a place with few people and sat down.

At this time, the sky had already darkened, and the moon had not yet risen, so they could only vaguely see each other's silhouettes.

Zuoqiu Junyi tapped the altar in his hand with his fingers, shook his head and said, "After eating this kind of food, it is inevitable that we will stay in line. Sigh, old man, there is no other problem, but I don't want to see these cheap things..."

After finishing speaking, he refused to be polite, took a wooden spoon and drank it as a matter of course.

Yu Xian was startled, looked at the pot in his hand, and put down the spoon.

Zuoqiu Junyi ate for a while, seeing that Yu Xian hadn't moved, he wondered, "Why don't you eat?"

Yu Xian kept silent and poured the porridge into Zuoqiu Junyi's jar.

Zuoqiu Junyi didn't dislike it either, he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement and asked, "What? Are you Taoists and Buddhists so hostile?"

Yu Xian shook his head after listening, "It has nothing to do with these two, but I don't want to eat."

After finishing speaking, Yu Xian tapped lightly with his fingers, the empty jar in his hand.

"Let me ask you, although these monks have a benevolent face, but they don't plow or plant, where does this food come from?"

The old man Zuoqiu didn't raise his eyelids when he heard the words, he hummed and said, "Aren't you asking knowingly?"

Yu Xian said, "This is the difference between Taoism and Buddhism. Although some people in my Taoism try to enter the world and use Huang-Lao's learning to influence the court. But the core idea of ​​Huang-Lao's learning is to cultivate life and comfort the people. "

"Most cultivators still only think about ascension to become immortals. What they pursue is self-improvement. Wherever there are quiet mountains and old forests, they will go there."

"As for the common people..."

Yu Xian thought about Zhang Lu's virtue of being busy closing the mountain before, and said frankly, "I'm just hanging on?"

The old man Zuoqiu laughed and teased after hearing this.

"That's right, sometimes you guys are really frank and unpopular."

Yu Xian's expression remained unchanged, and he said seriously.

"The Buddhist school is different. The Buddhist school wants to form a crowd and needs people to make offerings."

"But now the people are poor, and the rice in the bowl does not fall from the sky."

"Then what should we do? It's nothing more than coercion and lure to let the people save from their mouths and support them."

After hearing this, Zuoqiu Junyi felt a little embarrassed looking at the altar in his hand, "Um, you can't say that, their teachings are still compassionate. I've followed them for many days, and I haven't seen any threats or lures."

"Hehe." Yu Xian sneered, "Well, today I accidentally heard a word called hell from the mouth of the great monk. Do you know what it is?"

"Um." Zuoqiu Junyi was speechless when asked.

He glanced at the jar in his hand, and couldn't help but said with a frowning face, "Forget it, I'm soft-spoken, so I'll explain it for you."

Zuoqiu Junyi coughed dryly, and his face became a little more solemn, "Nephew, don't misunderstand, this is hell and it's for the wicked. For example, those who like to sow discord, slander and harm others, smooth tongue, clever talk, lying and deceitful, will die." Afterwards, they will enter the tongue-pulling hell. Those who like to bully the weak and treat others harshly will enter the foot-cutting hell. Those who take the skinning of living beings as a profession and eat fresh meat and blood will enter the skinning hell."

"In addition, there is excrement hell, burning hands hell, burning feet hell, tooth-sawing hell, eye-eating hell, flying knife hell, iron bed hell, all these have reasons."

Yu Xian asked calmly when he heard the words, "Then how many hells are there in the world based on what you said?"

Zuoqiu Junyi scratched his head, thinking about what the monks said, and replied in the original words.

"There are eighteen great hells, five hundred with different names, and thousands of hells with different names."

Yu Xian looked up to the sky and laughed.

As soon as the laughter stopped, his expression gradually became serious, "This is the first reason why I don't like Buddhism."

——"Goodness and evil are both human nature. It is a complex judgment contained in our bones. Our human nature has both good and evil thoughts. In our life, we have both good deeds and evil deeds."

"The word hell has never been used before."

"But since there is a Buddha, everyone can go to hell."