Taixu Zhenren also pondered for a moment before chanting: "When observing the spirit, he also followed the carriage and horses. The carriage was defeated and the horse ran away, and it was implicated for a while. No one knew this in the sad world, but he stopped the wind and fire. He was on the Internet of sin, and was poisoned and he went to hell."

This little tune is naturally a tragic world. At this point, the poems are stable. Although it cannot be said that they can be compared with poems such as Li Bai and Du Fu. But after all, it is just Taixu real person who can easily write them and speaks them in one go. I don’t know how good it is compared to the limerick poems before Wang Mian.

Xiaoyou Zhenren applauded and then chanted: "The loss of the way comes from the dead body, and the three souls are confused. The birthday is far away, and the death day is early. How sad is the face of pain and pain, the roots and flowers are already upside down. When you get up and fall, how can you know that you have to grow old?"

This poem starts with the shortness of life, encouraging people to practice Taoism diligently. If you are worried about the middle way and lose, the disaster will be even worse. Rather than being in line with today's banquet, these two poems are actually said to be for Wang Mian to listen to.

Wang Mian himself was also a little talented. Although he was not enough to write poetry, he still had the ability to obey and listen to the sound.

The emperor of Xicheng and Qingtongjun gave in to each other, and the emperor of Xicheng chanted first: "The god is to cross the boat, and the shore should be separated. The body is not a spirit, and the spirit is not a form that carries. He wanders around the wheel of life and death, but hesitates hard."

He saw Wang Mian's face turn blue and red, as if he knew what he was worried about, so he turned to say, "You studied Taoism with me in your previous life, but later you fell into the world because of your unstable will. I didn't force you, but I really wanted to extricate you from the evil world. Who knew that you were trapped too deeply and could not wake up."

The real person in Xicheng was silent for a moment before sighing: "Forget it. After the banquet is over, I will use magic to send you back to the Middle Land of Nanshan Continent. Although you and I may not be unable to meet in the future, if you want to become a celestial immortal, you will have to suffer some more disasters."

At the beginning, Wang Mian was bragging about his talent and reputation in front of Fairy Biyou, and he was arrogant. At this time, he was no longer so arrogant and could only sweat. The real person in Xicheng should have asked him to say a few words. He wanted to give him a chance to step down. Qing Tongjun in the main position also spoke and said, "I just remembered one, so I would like to ask all fellow Taoists to comment."

The real person in Xicheng was unable to refute the enthusiasm of the master here, so he had to press the words in his heart for a while and listened to Qingtongjun chanting: "If you want to plant roots of extinction, you should pull out life and death. You should ponder and fall into the nine springs. But you should sit and cherish your body."

Qingtongjun’s poem is also an encouragement to learn the Taoist people. Pulling the roots of love and desire is like picking up hanging beads, picking them up one by one, and it will be exhausted. The roots of desire in the heart cannot be removed. It is like a cow and horse carrying a heavy load and stepping into the mud, and it will be trapped in the world in a blink of an eye.

If a person who practices Taoism cannot forget the fame, wealth and wealth in the world, it is better to go down the mountain and leave quickly. Only by treating these fame and fortune as passing clouds and smoke, can one practice and enter into samadhi. At that time, you can only taste the taste of practicing Taoism in the middle. It is like eating delicious food, and all the six internal organs are beautiful and have lingering taste.

It is not far from reaching the Tao, and Dai Zhenren also sighed: "There are five difficulties in the world, poverty and benefit, wealth and wealth can learn Tao, it is difficult to kill life, it is difficult to see the cave scriptures, and it is difficult to be born in Renchen to be a holy world. I heard the Great Daojun say, "morality is invisible, and knowledge is useless. You should keep your will and practice Taoism." It is like polishing a mirror and wiping away dust and dirt to get it, and you can see your own image. At that time, you will see your mind and nature, and you will not be far from the day you achieve the Tao."

Now he also wrote a poem: "It is difficult to clear the way, but it is difficult to penetrate the secret and the wonderful things. Xu Hou is the man who is as bright as the hill. He jumps out of the sunset and flies outside the sky. He is the one who is really the one who returns, and he caresses the people of the golden palace."

The real people recited a poem and the banquet continued. Wang Mian had no face anymore and stayed in the hall. He simply took a rest under the guidance of the Yellow Turban Strongman. The screen beds in the hall were exquisitely furnished and illuminated with candles. Looking at the four shelves, there were all kinds of books.

After a while, Fairy Biyou pushed the door and said, "Mystery Dai and the Saints have something to discuss. My master asked me to come here to rest first. Wang Sheng, you performed well in the palace just now."

By this time, Wang Mian had already realized that his knowledge was far inferior to these immortals, so he should be ashamed. So he was speechless. Fairy Biyou suddenly came back to his senses, thinking that Wang Mian was misunderstanding that he was ridiculing him, so he hurriedly explained.

However, Wang Mian is worthy of having a deep spiritual root in his previous life. After the attacks of all the immortals, he became much more awake. He hurriedly bowed and said he didn't dare. Fairy Biyou was amused by his embarrassment and said with a smile: "I have a honest saying, I don't know if you can listen to it."

Wang Mian asked, "What kind of honest advice?"

Fairy Biyou curled her lips: "Don't write poetry from now on is also a way to hide her shortcomings." When Wang Mian heard this, he was very ashamed and quickly said that he would never dare to write poetry and write articles in the future.

Fairy Biyou was afraid that it would hit Wang Mian, so she said again: "Actually, your master, Xicheng Zhenren, is an amazing immortal. Wangsheng, you can follow Xicheng Zhenren to practice. This ability to recite poems is just a little bit."

Wang Mian sighed and said, "Where do I know that the real person in Xicheng is a god of enlightenment? It's just that my parents are old and children are young. Although I am moved by Taoism and immortal arts, it is not difficult for me to give up fame and fortune in the world, but it is really embarrassing me to leave the old and young people in my family."

Fairy Biyou's eyes lit up after hearing Wang Mian's explanation, and she smiled and said, "The real person in Xicheng wants to hear your words, Wang Sheng, and I'm happy yet. Wang Sheng, if you have already let go of wealth and honor and just do your best to be filial to others, I will give you something."

As she spoke, she lifted a basket out of her sleeve and said, "This is the toy I made in my spare time when I was practicing in Penglai Fairy Mountain. Don't dislike the rough workmanship."

Wang Mian saw Fairy Biyou take out a house model from the basket. When he got closer, he saw clearly that it was pavilions made of fine grass. The small ones were as big as oranges and the big ones were like oranges. There were about twenty, each with beams, rafters and purlins, with clear roots, the bed tents and tables inside, the size of sesame seeds.

Now he knew that these people were gods in the heavenly realm, so the things he took out would naturally not be a child's play. He couldn't help but admire Fairy Biyou's skill in his heart.

Thank you now, Fairy Biyou smiled and said, "We are not the gods of heaven. Master and I are both scattered immortals who live outside the world. We are willing to see you because we are destined to be with you. You are only for your old father to be here, and you cannot bear to violate the filial piety of the sons of man. As long as you can still stick to this kind of Taoist heart and wait for your old father to follow the Xicheng real person in a hundred years to practice, then we will naturally have a chance to meet in the future."
Chapter completed!