"'Seeing interests as the criterion for all actions', it is not your style to help a young man with kindness." Master Lingshu played with the poker in his hand. Since Zang Xiaohe can come in with his clothes on, carrying a pair of poker is not a big deal.

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"One to two, you are right." The bounty lady raised her lips slightly: "Do you want to continue?"

"It's boring." Master Lingshu threw the cards on the table and played with someone who can know what cards you have through "profile". From the moment the cards are drawn, the outcome depends entirely on the opponent.

Got it.

"I have seen so many unusual things from this young man, his identity, level, knowledge...all are completely opposite to us, but he didn't even know why he was sent in. Maybe he can

Maybe we can make this meeting come alive again." The bounty lady smiled nonchalantly: "If you can help me expand my business, doesn't that count as helping myself?"

"Maybe you are right...but our time may have passed."

Master Lingshu sighed softly and placed an Ace on top of the clown.

Zang Xiaohe woke up from his dream of black thorns, and the familiar feeling of weakness came back like a tide again, as well as the familiar bone pain - it was especially severe late at night, often keeping him awake all night.

"No one has more knowledge of the occult than you..."

Zang Xiaohe silently looked at the Samurai-shaped jade pendant in his hand until his heartbeat became unparalleledly fierce and firm.

He forced himself to get out of bed. The moment he got off the ground, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Every step was like walking on a knife, but he still endured the excruciating pain and walked to Duoji's bed.

In front of the room door.

"Dong dong dong!"

Zang Xiaohe heard the sound coming from far away until someone was putting on slippers.

"What's the matter, Tashi?" Dorje opened the door sleepily. Five o'clock is still late at night for Tibetans.

Zhuomu Tashi is Zang Xiaohe's hidden name, but generally only people who are close to him call him "Tashi".

"I want to go to Daming Temple... to burn incense and pray for our family." He smiled shyly, and then whispered: "Don't tell Uncle Dadan, I'm afraid he will worry."

Belief in Tianzun is an indispensable part of this land. Almost every household is a believer in Tianzun, and a sincere heart is spiritual. Duoji has a straight heart. He only thinks and thinks. Suddenly he grew up. This is something

Good thing.

Thinking of this, he yawned, then nodded and said: "Okay, then I'll go get dressed first."

Zang Xiaohe breathed a sigh of relief and leaned lightly against the wall, as if he had passed a big test.

He didn't know whether it was true or false, whether the decision he made was right or wrong, but for the first time in his life, which had been immersed in gloom and hopelessness, he was ignited with a candle of hope.

He wants to live.

...

The Daming Temple in the early morning is also a prosperous scene. Even if the two of them set off early, they can still only fight for a parking space. The nearby shops for eating near the temple have opened up, selling tributes, utensils, and pendants.

, in the ancient forest temple of Kai Su Zhai Shop, cigarettes are already rising to pray for the gods.

Duoji is familiar with the roads, and you have to queue up to enter the temple to offer incense and pray for blessings. The temple gate has not even opened yet, and there is already a small queue of people waiting to enter the temple not far away.

"Tashi, please wait for me here for a while, I'll go ask for incense."

Duoji told him that asking for incense was actually a queue. He was afraid that Zang Xiaohe would be squeezed, so he left him waiting under the open and cool eaves for a while, and then left in a hurry.

Zang Xiaohe rested for a while, and then he had time to carefully look at the appearance of the Daming Temple. To be honest, it was no different from what he remembered more than ten years ago. It was just that there were more pilgrims, and the place was bigger and more crowded.

Modern things and rigid rules.

After all, this is the Holy Land of Heaven, and what we seek is purity and cultivation.

Daming Temple worships the Dharma King Tianzun. Generally, in a temple with the status and scale of Da Yuan Temple, there is no cost for incense. There is no entrance fee or meal money. Candles and sandalwood are all freely available, and classics are

Place it next to Tianzun's Dharma image, and those who need it can read it at will.

Even if someone wants to make an offering to the deity, the money will not pass through the hands of the monks in the temple. It will be taken care of by trustworthy lay disciples. During the holidays, the temple will also distribute some rice, noodles, porridge and vegetables to outsiders, regardless of men, women, old or young.

Anyone can enter the temple to listen to the master's lectures. Because of this, Daming Temple has become one of the temples with the most popular incense and the most sincere believers in Tibet and Sichuan.

There are many deities in Zangchuan belief, and each deity has its own ideas and path of cultivation, such as the Fudo deity who advocates "punishing evildoers" and the Baoxiang deity who advocates "the equality of all living beings"...

But those with the deepest cultivation and the strongest vows belong to the four heavenly deities: [Dharma King], [Da Sun], [Da Xing], and [Ksitigarbha].

This is a bit like the various courses in a university. Although all courses are beneficial and can make people improve, their status is slightly different... And the status of the four heavenly deities among many venerables

, just like mathematics, English, politics and professional courses...

Just when Zang Xiaohe was wandering in a daze, a small figure wearing a gray hood sneaked up from behind him... When he got close, she jumped out and snatched Zang Xiaohe's hug away.

Wearing a backpack!!

"Grasp......"

For a moment, they were stunned. Their eyes intertwined with each other. Zang Xiaohe's raised hand shrank subconsciously. What he saw was a small face stained with dust, and those bright silhouette-like eyes with indifference.

The sense of distance... In a dazed moment, the girl took this opportunity to run away. Until she disappeared from sight, Zang Xiaohe did not say "catch the thief".

That's all. Zang Xiaohe was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head helplessly. The things that were robbed at Tianzun's door were regarded as tribute. He was lucky that he was not injured, not to mention that there was nothing valuable in the backpack. It was lost.

It was also lost.

However, the girl still made a lot of noise along the way. When he saw Duoji coming back, he turned a corner and chased after him, like a calf running loose, unable to stop screaming.

...

Just when Zang Xiaohe was anxious, a hand patted his shoulder from behind. He quickly turned around and saw a figure as strong as a yak tower.

"Hey."

The man said hello. He had a pair of big, dark, warm eyes, and his facial features seemed to be perfectly carved by a master sculptor. He was resolute and had clear lines. However, his thick and soft eyelashes weakened the sharpness a bit, as well as his chin.

The down that has not yet faded off his body adds a bit of tenderness to his toughness.

Kindness, innocence and wild strength are displayed in him at the same time. Perhaps before he gets angry, no one will think that he is in any danger.

"It's you." Zang Xiaohe's face burst into a smile of surprise and surprise. He immediately recognized the person in front of him as the first person who rushed to him last night.

"Is this yours?" The boy shook the things in his hands. He was actually holding Zang Xiaohe's backpack. His innocent and strong face smiled brightly: "My name is Li Lizhou, what's your name?"

?”

"Zang Xiaohe, nice to meet you." Zang Xiaohe carried his backpack carefully on his chest, and then sincerely thanked him: "Thank you for helping me get my backpack back, and what happened last night. Thank you very much."

"It's all small things." The boy was about to pat Zang Xiaohe warmly on the back, but stopped his hand in time. He changed it to an invitation gesture, and then said enthusiastically: "You came just in time, Master Canglan is here

Prepare for the scriptures you are going to preach, and I will take you to see him.”

The two passed through many Taoist temples along the way. The tall tower deep in the temple looked deep and solemn in the mist. Li Lizhou couldn't help but asked quietly: "Are you going to join or give up this opportunity?"

"I want to join you." Zang Xiaohe replied hesitantly, feeling a little ashamed.

After all, his original intention was not that great, and the monk named Zhan Ye said that he might be held back, which made him very uneasy.

"Join? It's not bad to do clerical work." Li Lizhou was surprised, but he was also very happy: "There are also many jobs in the camp that need clerical personnel to do, such as organizing scriptures, recording flow details, and writing petitions.

Sort of like...Thank you Tianzun, we have another partner."

The two walked to the vicinity of the palace while chatting. Zang Xiaohe noticed that the monks here seemed different from those in the front hall. Their clothes were very smart, and their hands, feet and waists were tied with ropes. Compared with the fluttering cassocks and robes,

More convenient for movement, they have a unique temperament, more like experienced warriors than enlightened monks.

"Have you seen those people wearing bright yellow robes? They are walkers!" Li Lizhou whispered, but his voice could not help but be filled with excitement: "We disciples have only experienced long and arduous training.

Only then can I become one of them and become an excellent traveler, which is my lifelong ideal!"

Walker! Zang Xiaohe was slightly shocked. He didn’t expect that what Master Lingshu said was true. Walker really existed!

So, there used to be a place for travelers in that party, and it seems...

"Do you divide the levels according to clothing?" Zang Xiaohe noticed this keenly: "The ones in navy are [Disciples], the ones in bright yellow are [Walkers]... What about the blue ones?"

"Qinglan is also a [disciple], but they are 'believers'..." Li Lizhou explained: "Believers are a bit like lay disciples. They don't need to be tonsured and have their own lives outside. But we

'Apostle' is closer to Heaven and Faith..."

Zang Xiaohe silently noted it down, and Li Lizhou suddenly stretched out his hand and said hello: "Hey, Mu Siyun!"

The thin apostle who was alone under the eaves and was not depressed was startled. He was also wearing a navy blue robe... When he saw it was Li Lizhou, his gloomy brows relaxed and he beat listlessly.

A greeting: "Hey, Li Lizhou."

"This is Mu Siyun. He is an apostle of my generation and a good friend of mine. You should have met him last night." Li Lizhou quickly introduced Zang Xiaohe, and he happily said: "Mu Siyun

Yun, is there any news today?"

"What time is it...but ten minutes ago, I was scolded by Zhanye again." A big word "miserable" was written on Mu Siyun's sad face.

"Oh, it's really unfortunate to have a teacher like Tan Zhanye." Li Lizhou felt a little sorry for his friend: "He is really too harsh on you."

"Who says it's not?" Musyun shrugged.

Although Zang Xiaohe couldn't say anything, when he thought about the fierce look of the man last night, he still expressed his agreement with deep understanding.

"Don't comment on a practitioner behind his back, let alone if he is your teacher." A thin figure in a bright yellow robe came over and said in a stern voice: "Let me catch you talking about your elders behind their back again, and I will

I will report your situation to Master Canglan and let you learn from the beginning again as a junior disciple. Before learning the skills of a practitioner, you should first learn to respect your teacher and respect the Tao."

"I'm sorry, Su Xin." Li Lizhou and Mu Siyun were startled and apologized quickly.
To be continued...