Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"well!"

The old Taoist listened to Uncle Jiu's words and looked at his lazy and discouraged expression. He was really disappointed. He sighed a long time and said helplessly:

"You... come with me!"

"Uncle Master..."

"Don't be so mother-in-law, come with me!"

As he said that, he pulled Uncle Jiu and walked down the mountain.

Maoshan has not been an ordinary place since ancient times. It has gone from the earliest place of beautiful mountains and rivers to the later Taoist resort, and then from Taoist resort to the anti-Japanese base.

The story of this place is far from being clear that can be told in just a few words.

In the eyes of the world, the most famous landscape of Maoshan is the palace buildings sitting upright in Maoshan, because it is the altar of the Taoist Qing sect, and there are countless mysterious legends of Taoism.

But in the old Taoist priest's heart, the most important part of Maoshan is not in this Maoshan, but in the memorial hall at the foot of the mountain!

In a simple but solemn memorial hall, tourists coming and going consciously took off their hats and stood silently. This is the Anti-Japanese Memorial Hall built in Maoshan!

"Do you know where this is?"

Looking at the terrible photos in the glass window, Uncle Jiu was silent.

Burning, killing, robbing, robbery, and robbery. The pictures record the sinking and disaster of a country. These pictures are always accusing the atrocities of the Japanese invaders.

Uncle Jiu is a child who grew up in peace. He has never personally experienced or witnessed the disasters brought to the people of a country by war.

He has heard of it!

I heard from Taoist Master Yimei!

But I just heard of it!

Living in the embrace of capitalism, England's attitude towards the mainland has always spared no effort to stigmatize it.

Uncle Jiu has not cut off his foundation because of Taoist Yimei’s education, but to talk about the sufferings that the country has experienced, Uncle Jiu has lacked the emotion of empathy.

And this is also the reason why Uncle Jiu can never surpass Taoist Yimei no matter how hard he tries!

One has not experienced the tempering of blood and fire, and the other has been separated from the influence of the Chinese cultural environment. The addition of the two is destined to be the achievement of Uncle Jiu's will never be compared with Taoist Yimei!

Taoism is a traditional religion that is rooted in China from beginning to end, and it is separated from the foundation of Chinese culture. Taoism is just a rootless duckweed.

It is precisely because of these that Uncle Jiu fell into the current mentality and could not extricate himself!

Taoist Master Yimei was indeed discouraged, but he never had the idea of ​​self-destruction like Uncle Jiu.

Even if he was in trouble and was on the verge of death, what Master Yimei thought in his heart still taught a profound lesson to a country that had hurt his motherland.

Taoist Master Yimei never regretted the altar he once set up against the Japanese invaders.

Even if his lover is killed and killed, even if his child is framed and has no bright future, he has been sad and concerned, but he has never regretted it.

Even if he gave Taoist Yimei another chance, he would still make the same choice, Cairo Tianda Ceremony Altar, and destroy the ambition of the magic world of the Japanese Kingdom.

The old Taoist priest saw the crux of Uncle Jiu. Today, he wanted to make up for this lack of lesson for his senior brother’s descendants!

"Did you see the situation in the photo?"

Listening to the old Taoist priest's words and looking at these photos, Uncle Jiu stared at him for a long time and finally nodded slowly.

"They are the Japanese invaders! They are the enemies that Senior Brother Yimei and I have faced! They are also the enemies that you are about to face!"

The old Taoist priest said loudly, as if he had thought of something indignant. His mottled face showed unspeakable anger.

"They are my neighbors of China for thousands of years. After being educated by many of our China's many blessings and nurturing, they have learned their appearance of three parts..."

The Taoist priest's anger was beyond words. He pulled Uncle Jiu's sleeve and walked forward. Beside them, the tourists who came to visit, commemorate and pay tribute stopped and looked at them.

"...but! I didn't expect... I didn't expect that I would raise a beast like a lot of gifts in China!"

The Taoist priest's hand tightly held Uncle Jiu tightly, and his pace became faster and faster. Lushun, Wushe, Hai, Pingdingshan, Xinbin, Xibaotun, Yucheng, Linjiang... The footsteps finally stopped in Nanjing...

"Faced with such beasts, you actually have the desire to seek death?"

The old Taoist priest pointed at the bright red numbers on the wall, stared at Uncle Jiu tightly, and shouted loudly:

"You! Are you worthy of them?"

Uncle Jiu's body suddenly trembled, tears were not at all prepared, and instantly broke through the defense line of his eyes. His lips stuttered for a moment, but no sound was made.

His heart was thrown into the bush of thorns, tingling and weeping blood, unable to control himself.

"I..."

"You? What are you?"

The old Taoist priest turned his head, stared at Uncle Jiu, and asked in a deep voice:

"Who are you worthy of this attitude?

Your parents? Or your uncle or aunt? Or your brothers?"

The old Taoist priest shook his hand and cursed loudly:

"I think you are confused and can't tell the difference between your height and the lower part. You are not even as good as your little brother named Wang!

At least he still has the courage to seek revenge from the Japanese invaders! What about you? Want to die? Can death solve the problem?"

The old Taoist priest's scolding attracted the attention of tourists, but when they wanted to stop and listen, they found that they could not hear anything clearly.

"If death can solve the problem! Your father has been dead for nine years! Is the problem solved? Do you think the Japanese invaders are targeting you? Do you think you are a little too despised by yourself!"

Uncle Jiu was scolded so much that he was bleeding, but he couldn't help but feel angry, but instead felt a sense of ironing.

For some people, being scolded and scolded is also a rare happiness!

Uncle Jiu has not been scolded for nine years...

"What the Japanese invaders want is never your life or anyone else's life. What they want is a China without resistance!

You are the descendant of Taoist Master Yimei. The country of Japan is afraid of Yimei, so it is so targeted to you!

Their purpose has always been to break down the foundation of my Chinese magic world and shake the foundation of my Chinese!

As long as their covetous desire for China continues to stop, their calculations will not stop for a day!

When you are alive, they will use conspiracies and plot against each other, but as long as you are there, they will not dare to be unscrupulous!

If you die, your successor, your brother, your adopted daughter, or even the girl who is ambiguous with you, will not end well!

You are the lesson of the past, have you not even learned this lesson?"

Listening to the old Taoist priest's words, Uncle Jiu's body trembled, and he was in a mess, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Oh~"

The old Taoist priest looked at Uncle Jiu with a look of humility, but Uncle Jiu was immersed in his memories. The light in the old Taoist priest's eyes became dimmer and dimming, and gradually turned into a lonely look.

The old Taoist priest who had been waiting for a long time but had not waited for his answer, sighed a long time, quite discouraged!

"Forget it, forget it!"

The old Taoist priest seemed to have grown ten years old in an instant, and his whole spirit disappeared in an instant. He took a staggering step and turned his head outward.

"You... think about it yourself..."

"Uncle Master!"

Hearing the old Taoist priest's words, Uncle Jiu shook his body and quickly raised his head.

"I don't know what my father has left?"

"What do you want?"

The old Taoist priest stopped, turned his back to Uncle Jiu, took a deep breath, and asked slowly.

Uncle Jiu took a step before hearing this, opened his eyes wide and said firmly:

"I know I am far from my father, but I still want...I want a way to arouse greater fear in Japan!"

"Haha! I am a Taoist student, how can I do this method?"

The old Taoist priest listened and a gratified smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh! I'm old and have a bad memory! I remember that there was a magic trick created by Yimei, a senior brother in Maoshan, which was so hurtful. It seems that I don't know where I have been thrown... Oh... I'm old and I'm retired..."

The Taoist priest left, and a thin manuscript book fell in front of Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu bent down to pick up the book, gently dusted the dust, and stroked it with a smile on his face.

"Shas the Shallow Water Dragon handwritten... It's really... Even if your cultivation is gone, you have never lost your confidence...Work the evil method..."