The First Cause of All Realms

The sky is getting brighter, the red sun is rising in the east, and the night is retreating.

In the manor built on the mountain, several Taoists hummed and cleaned up the mess from last night.

The food of the Taoist priest is vegetarian, but Yang Yu is naturally not a picky eater.

"Eat slowly, my lord..."

The hearts of a few veterans were terrified. This adult ate five or six of them in one day.

Looking at the empty table that was swept up in the wind, Yunque was holding the bowl, and it took a while to react.

hungry again...

Knowing martial arts is not necessarily a superior person.

Looking at these shabby Taoist priests, Yang Yu also had some feelings in his heart.

Robbery and scruples of face, no business at all, refuge in the court and fear of being stabbed in the spine, guarding such a Taoist temple, a few acres of wasteland.

It’s fine in ordinary times, although there is no incense, and there is no shortage of food in the deep mountains, but there is a severe drought year after year, so it is really impossible to escape.

Bigu, in the end, only exists in legends.

The reality is that no matter the merchants and pawns, the emperors and generals, the monks and Taoists, and the martial masters, they all have to eat.

And people who practice martial arts have a huge appetite.

Taking Yang Yu himself as an example, he swallows blood-enriching and qi-enriching medicinal pills every day, and the golden iron beans can more or less replenish some physical strength, but his appetite is still ten times larger than that of ordinary people.

They don't have the ability to eat soil, and it is natural to be manipulated in this wild year.

Of course, if they can let go of their face, it is probably impossible to deal with the chaos of Deyang Mansion, robbing and stealing the imperial court.

"The amount of food your lord eats is amazing."

Miaofa Laodao put down the bowls and chopsticks, and the taut strings in his heart gradually loosened.

The famous Yang Qianhu doesn't seem to be so difficult to get along with. Of course, this idea just flashed by.

"You may have various difficulties, but if you do something wrong, you have to admit punishment!"

Yang prison put down the tableware.

"Pindao, etc., accept the punishment."

Miaofa sighed, and people had to bow their heads under the eaves.

"You don't need to feel wronged. Although you didn't personally participate in the ambush, you have set up an altar in this manor, and you have the intention of breaking up for them."

Holding the tea bowl and taking a sip, Yang Yu said lightly.

Having difficulties does not mean excusable.

The mist on the altar made him smell dangerous. If it wasn't him chasing after him, but Qi Gang, who was severely injured, he was afraid that he would be planted here.

In this matter, he naturally has a steel scale in his heart.

"Let the adults handle it."

Miaofa Laodao glanced at the wood and seemed to be sitting, the two junior brothers with expressionless faces, and the ignorant Skylark, sighed again.

He knew that since this Yang Qianhu didn't take action directly, he must have something to do with him and others.

This kind of man is a knife, and I feel bad for the fish, but there is nothing he can do.

If he left, wouldn't these idiots have no bones left to be eaten?

"How to deal with it, that's another story."

Yang Yu waved his hand, looked directly at the old man, and asked:

"I heard that true practitioners of Buddhism and Taoism all abide by the Three Refuges and Five Precepts. Is there such a thing?"

He still remembered the old monk Huian of Nalanke Temple once said about keeping the precepts, and he has heard similar sayings many times in the past few years.

It's just that people who are purely Buddhist and Taoist are too hard to find.

The rebooting monks are young and don’t know much, so when I meet these Taoists this time, I naturally have the heart to seek proof.

"As a monk, keep the precepts first..."

Miaofa Laodao's expression was a little subtle, he guessed what Yang Yu wanted to ask, and after pondering slightly, he replied:

"However, the difficulty of keeping the precepts lies in both behavior and heart. It is good to say that there are not a few monks and Taoists who abide by the precepts, but the difficulty lies in the heart."

"Heart?"

Yang Yu chewed on the words of Lao Dao, thinking in his heart:

"It doesn't matter what the mind is, and there are no perfect people in the world. People who live in the mortal world have all kinds of desires, and keep the precepts with their hearts. If they follow all the eight precepts, they are not human, but immortals and Buddhas."

People with strong self-control ability, not to mention the eight precepts, can obey no matter how many precepts, but the heart is not so simple.

Who can control their heart?

"What the lord said is, but when I wait for a monk, what I'm looking for is peace of mind..."

Miaofa nodded slightly, agreeing, and then said:

"According to the words of my family's patriarch, keeping the precepts is an inevitable process in order to become an immortal and Buddha, but unfortunately the old way is dull, and now I dare not say that you can keep the 'one precept', let alone the 'eight precepts'. the limit."

"If you want to become an immortal Buddha, you must complete the eight precepts?"

Yang prison raised his eyebrows.

This is not the first time he has heard of similar words, but, even the legendary immortals and Buddhas, few can achieve such a state, right?

"What kind of immortals and buddhas are you if you have power without the realm of mind and nature?"

Miaofa Laodao responded calmly:

"According to the old way, the so-called immortals and Buddhas in the legend are just mortals who have traveled farther than me, and they are not the real immortals and Buddhas in the classics."

"Something interesting."

Yang Yu looked down on this old man again.

His martial arts are weak, and his blood and energy are declining, but his insights are not bad. He is not a true cultivator, but he is a true Taoist priest.

This point is much stronger than his two junior brothers.

"Although my Moyun Sect is only over 700 years old, the patriarch has left behind some shadows, and there are also some Taoist treasures in the door. The only thing that I can enjoy is that I am familiar with the Taoist treasures."

Miaofa was a little complacent.

Familiar with Taoist Tibetans, for a Taoist priest, it is almost as much as a Confucian scholar's 'learning to be rich in five cars'.

Seeing him like this, Yang Yu lightly clasped the table:

"go on."

"There is a saying in Taoist possessions. In all kinds of practice, keeping the precepts comes first. The eight precepts of Buddhism and Taoism are actually quite different. After all, my Taoism is longer, and there are many references from Buddhism."

"Say the point!"

Yang prison glared at him.

"Cough cough!"

Miaofa Old Daoist was choked. Seeing that Yang Yu's face was not good, he calmed down a little and said:

"According to the words of my patriarch, the fruit of the Tao is the essence of heaven and earth, the foundation of enlightenment, and keeping the precepts is the road to the immortal Buddha. The two are indispensable and complement each other.

Of course, this is just the words of a family, Lao Dao has lived for more than 70 years, and he has never seen a person with Dao fruit..."

The two asked and answered, and they said that there are three poles in the sun.

Miaoyun, Yunque and others really couldn't sit still, but they didn't dare to leave without authorization. The two veterans were fine, but Yunque couldn't sit still anymore.

Seeing that the sun was rising three poles, he hurriedly called the housekeepers who were tidying up and asked them to sit for more meals. He was really hungry and couldn't stand it.

From early morning to dusk, the conversation between the two lasted for a full day. After that, not to mention the skylark, even the other two old men couldn't sit still.

Glancing at the Huoshaoyun on the horizon, Miaoyun, who had been silent for a whole day, said:

"Master Yang, it's getting late, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

"Junior brother, it's just when you go. What if brother and Lord Yang met each other and talked at night by candlelight?"

Miaofa Laodao seems to be displeased.

"It's getting late, a few rest early, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Yang Yu was dumbfounded.

He didn't care about Miaoyun's cold and hard words, and signaled a few people to take care of himself, while he found a guest room at random and went in, and asked a few people to boil water for him.

The lark is like a pardon.

The imposing manner of the thousand households is really heavy, this day, it is simply tormented.

"Senior brother, you are too spineless!"

Unwilling to leave the courtyard, Miao Yun couldn't bear it anymore, and he was full of anger.

"backbone?"

Miaofa Laodao shook his head, not wanting to say anything.

Another old Taoist seemed to want to understand.

"It's hard work brother..."

"Between us, what do we say is hard work or not?"

Miaofa Laodao helped his junior brother up, looked at Miaoyun, and said with a serious expression:

"After thinking about it for my brother, I still want you to go back to the mountain. It's time to wipe the tablet in the patriarch's hall..."

"Senior brother wants to drive me away?"

Miao Yun's heart 'cracks', and her tone softened:

"Junior brother is just short-tempered, senior brother..."

"We went down the mountain this time to live, not to die."

Seeing his mistake, Miaofa Fang sighed:

"There are rules for joining the WTO, just as we have no money and no food, we are controlled by the ocean of forgetfulness, we are not as strong as others and are held in pain, so what if we bow our heads?"

"Senior brother understands."

Miaoyun took a deep breath and was ashamed and ashamed:

"Poor senior brother, at a young age, UU reading www.uukanshu.com will suffer such humiliation..."

"How humiliating?"

Magic shook his head:

"If he can stop, we have to thank him for his gratitude. Then think about it, if the three of us are lost in the door, what will happen?"

Miaoyun was startled.

There are no more than twenty people in the Moyun Sect. This is still counting Yu Wanghai and his son. Without them...

"Senior brother, this Lord Yang left me to wait, I'm afraid it's because of Yu Wanghai."

Another old man spoke again.

"Yes or not, we can only take one step at a time..."

Miaofa sighed and left.

The rest of the people followed silently, thoughts surging in their hearts, only to feel that the mountain was too tormented, and although they could survive, they were far from the leisure and comfort in the mountains.

If it weren't for this drought...

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Keep the ring!

Soaked in the scalding medicinal liquid, Yang Yu was still digesting the intelligence information he had obtained from Miaofa Lao Dao, the most important of which was keeping the precepts.

Moryun Sect will never have more comprehensive information than the six-door case library, but the latter is large and complex, while the former is small and pure.

Regarding the secrets of Taoism, the former is naturally more detailed.

"Keeping the precepts, what kind of Dharma should we hold? Surrender your heart?"

Yang Yu's thoughts surged in his heart.

As a law student, he believes that he is still abiding by the law, but this precept is lust, killing, anger...

In his impression, this is human nature, how can this be maintained?

"Keeping the precepts, the Buddhist and Taoist families are afraid that there is a secret method. The next time I see rebooting, I will take a side attack or two. After all, his name is rebooting..."

After a long time, Yang Yu shook his head, temporarily suppressed all his thoughts, swallowed a few golden beans, closed his eyes and meditated, and entered the cauldron of gluttony.

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