Legend of the Cultivation God

Xiao Jian couldn't help but ask: "Predecessors, you are old enough, why bother to do things? These things can be confessed to the disciples to do it!"

"Oh, Xiao Daoyou, this porridge is a difficult time to think about the Tao. The words and deeds are the compassion of the ancestors, the meditation is practice, the refining is the practice, the porridge is good practice. The old porridge is fifty years old. Now, of course, it’s going to be a wood, but I don’t dare to neglect it!” Dao Shanlu added a rest and said with a smile.

"Silk..." Not to mention Xiao Jian was surprised, that is, Xiao Hua is also greatly shocked! Whole porridge for fifty years! This is not something that ordinary people can do! On time, Xiao Hua felt that he had lived on a dog for two hundred years!

Having said that, Daoshan is old enough after all, and the wooden spoon is big, and the old road has a few spoonfuls.

"Ya..." Xiao Jian shouted. "Where did you die? Don't hurry up and help the seniors to cook!!"

"Yes, Master!" The end of the world came out. However, Yuan Yayi came out from the shadow behind Xiao Hua, the shadow of the figure flashed from the porridge, and all the screams were horrified!

"Xiao Daochang, still small!" Liu Yi looked at the good, although there was no frown, but the eyes were obviously not assured, and hurriedly jumped off the carriage.

Liu Yi’s mouth is sweet, and he walked to the front of Daoshan, respectful Shilidao: “Dao Grandpa, you are doing good deeds, this kindness and kindness still have to be passed down. The boy Liu Yi is not talented. He is willing to take the good root of our Taoist home and make this good deed. Continue to give up, if the grandfather is not at ease, can you point the way to the practice of the kid?"

"Good!" Daoshan looked at Liu Yi's cleverness, and the words that were pleasing to the ear, this spoon was not given to Liu Yi.

However, Daoshan still stood by, and Liu Yi was very serious about filling every bowl of broken bowls, and there was no slack in it. This was the only way to turn to Xiao Jiandao: "Xiaodao friendly blessing. Your disciple is a hundred times stronger than the veteran disciple!"

"Don't dare" Xiao Jian hurriedly waved his hand and let Xiaohua let out, with a smile. "Liu Yi is the child of Xiao’s predecessor, not a disciple of the younger generation!"

"Oh?" Daoshan clearly saw a look at Xiaohua, who looked like a teenager. He seemed to understand something. He hurriedly sorted out the robe. It was a respectful sheriff. "Good roads are good. Have seen seniors!"

Where is Xiao Hua's reluctance to let this kindly old road pray to himself, only put his hand in one, the old way is to be able to worship, and he is the first to squat: "The poor road Xiaohua, I have seen the master of Tao Shan!"

Dao's body shape can't be worshipped, but I know that Xiao Hua's origins are extraordinary. The eyes flashed a surprise, and then smiled bitterly: "The old way is not to practice the Tao, read the passage, not good, just knowing the giving, never practiced at all, how can we call the master?"

"The master is wrong!" Xiao Hua smiled. "The road to practice does not know thousands, and the articles are not smooth! The master takes the good first, and if the line is dripping, the near one is like a day, and Ze is born to all beings. Although Xiao has had good deeds, if it is like a master. Perseverance... is not, the master can not be called a master, who can be called a master? If the master is not a master, then there is no master in this Tibetan continent!"

"Predecessors..." Daoshan is still self-effacing. "The old man has been slamming into the door since he was a child. He has always admired the predecessors who are such a supernatural powers, but he has no chance in his life. It is the old way to use such a meager means for me. The door is as light as it is, which is not worth mentioning in front of the predecessors.

"Call a channel friend!" Xiao Hua smiled, he really did not want to be called a senior by these old-agers. After all, the old man has reached the end of his life, and although he is old, he can just be prosperous!

"Yes, Xiao Daoyou!" Daoshan is very happy. It can be said that it is awakening, "The two friends are originally a family!"

"The Taoist friend is wrong!" Xiao Hua shook his head. "Xiao Mou is also meeting this Xiao Dao Changping!"

"The door to the world is a family, and the meeting is a fate!" Dao said with a smile, and then looked at the shackles that came slowly from a distance, and the smile on his face was converging. "Hey, this year. The copper pillars of the National Day are in full swing, and the domestic turmoil has become more and more raging..."

"Oh..." Xiao Jian’s stomach was screaming at this time.

Although the old ear is not good, it can be close to Xiao Jian, and Xiao Jian’s thunderous voice immediately made him understand.

"Oh, the old way to see the friend of the road is really happy, but it is rude!" Daoshan smiled and said, "Some friends wait, the old way to call the disciples out, welcome you!"

"Don't..." Xiao Hua saw that the goodness of the whole body is to know that the old way is the most stressful, and I don't know what etiquette is made, and I have to rush.

You can say goodbye to the hand: "Confucianism has always been ceremonial, governing the country with etiquette. Although my Taoist family does not have too many cumbersome etiquettes, but the Taoist friends come from afar, my seven-yang view can not be solemnly acted! If it is Confucianism When the repairer sees it, he will laugh at me."

Xiao Hua wants to say that Xiao Jian laughs at the side: "Predecessors, the seven-yang view of Daoshan's predecessors is a true Taoist temple. If you don't let him greet his predecessors, I am afraid that I will lose the face of my Taoist family. Going out doesn't look good!"

"Okay!" Xiao Hua was curious, and didn't quite understand what etiquette he would like to meet in a Taoist temple.

After a sip of tea, the iron pot in front of Qiyangguan is empty, but there are still a lot of thin skin and yellow skin in front of the iron pot. Some of these cockroaches look at the porridge of the alms, it is very disappointing. The departure, but still a little eye-catching look, persistent in front of the iron pot.

"Dao Chang..." Looking at the empty door, Liu Yi whispered, "Let these people leave?"

Xiao Hua smiled and said: "Let them wait for the first time, wait for me to wait, and let the master of Daoshan porridge!"

"Yes~" Liu Yi whispered, and those who are all happy are waiting for you.

As I said, there was a sound of silk and bamboo from the seven-yang view. Then, I saw a few thin and thin children, or holding a flute in my hand, or holding a donkey in her hand, or holding a donkey. Blowing the edge out of the gate, and after these children, there is a good way to bring out a dozen middle-aged and old Taoist priests dressed in neat robes.

The good deeds who walked in the front even held a long, white-like thing in their hands.

Xiao Hua has the heart to ask Xiao Jian, but Xiao Jian has changed his face to solemnity, and hurriedly walked to the front of Qi Yangguan, standing straight, his hands in the robes, looking down at the ground with his head down. . When Xiao Hua saw it, he did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly walked to Xiao Jian’s side to stand.

Seeing that Xiao Hua came, Xiao Jian hurried back a half step to show the difference.

Liu Yi is clever, hurriedly pulling the side of the side, standing on the Xiaohua side Xiao Jian is behind him, let Yuanya stand next to himself is against Xiao Jian.

Daoshan and others walked up to Xiaohua and did not speak. They waited until the song was settled. This said: "The poor road, the seven Yang view, the good, welcome Xiaohua predecessors, Xiao Jiandao friends come to my seven Yang view!"

With this in mind, Daoshan held the respectful gift of the board.

"The disciple welcomes the two younger generations!" Even though Xiaohua is very young, many Taoist priests are still very respectful.

Xiao Hua and others are also returning gifts. Although Xiao Hua does not know the specific etiquette, he can still lift his hand and a dozen people are lifted up by him.

Everyone is screaming!

"Xiao's predecessors, please visit the Taoist priests..." Dao's face did not change, and he said one word and one sentence, turned around.

"Yes, the master please!" Xiao Hua replied, and walked towards Daoshan. After Xiaohua's stature had just crossed the road, Daoshan stepped forward and accompanied Xiao Hua into the Taoist temple.

The Seven Yang view is really not small. It is a quite large courtyard when entering the Guanmen. The two rows of rooms are opposite to each other. It is a very grand hall. Although these houses are old, the scale is far from the Jiangchao view. Now! In particular, there are two side doors on both sides of the main hall. After going straight to the main hall, thinking about the situation seen from the small bridge, I don’t know how to introduce it. Xiao Hua also knows that there is still a great place after the main hall.

There is a bright light in the hall, except for a few oil lamps in the temple. For the table, there are three red arms that are burning and burning. For the table, in addition to the red candle, there is a censer, and a few incense burners in the incense burner. Raised, on the sides of the incense burner, placed several plates in turn, the dishes are filled with some rice, noodles, food and other things.

However, what makes Xiao Hua puzzled is that there is no statue of a ancestor after the table, but a few layers of the platform. There are small signs on the platform, which are written with some handwriting before the sign. There are also small celadon bowls!

"By the way!" Waiting for Xiao Hua to go to the middle of the main hall, Daoshan shouted loudly, full of gas, where is like a 60-year-old man?

Look at the collapse of nothing in front of the head, and the brand of that one, Xiao Hua is a little dumbfounded. He had already thought about this question when he was in the rainy continent. Who is the Taoist ancestors? Now that I am in the Tibetan Immortal Continent, this problem has not been solved. Even in the Xiaoyu mainland, I have never worshipped it. Today, I have to worship my ancestors.

"The deceased is big!" Xiao Hua learned Xiao Jian's appearance and placed his hand in the robe. He lifted it up to his forehead and slowly squatted until the forehead and the front of the case. It was flush, and it stopped, and then it was twice, and it was a three-pronged body.

"Teach the teacher!!" Waiting for Xiao Hua to get up, Daoshan is a big drink.

This time, the three squats are taller than the previous three squats. Xiao Hua pays attention to Xiao Jian’s work and he is also step by step.

"See Daoyou!" Dao shouted, turned around, holding the board that had already appeared yellow in his hand, and with his disciples to salute Xiao Hua, Xiao Hua now understands it, this yellow The board is actually a jade carving...

Ps: It’s too busy recently, let’s add a more chapter... Thank you for your support.