Before Tangcheng could approach, he saw Yao Chengqi, the owner of the tavern famous Qingyao Village, who was famous for his stinginess, rushing into the street like crazy, waving the dirty rag with one hand, while cracking his mouth and shouting: "The gods are taking disciples! The gods are taking disciples!"

"The gods accept disciples?" Tang Cheng was startled, and then he felt happy. He took two steps at a time and entered the only tavern in Qingyao Village.

The fat monk was sitting at the table with a big golden knife, and a slender girl was pouring wine for him. The girl looked pretty, and her red long skirt fell straight to the ground, making the girl's skin look better than snow. If Yao Xian'er's graceful figure is as elegant as the orchid in the valley, then this girl is the luxurious peony that is about to bloom.

The rice wine brewed in the store is not delicious, but the business in this tavern is never bad. I just don’t know how many people come for Zhen Yao among the men drinking in this hotel?

Of course, Zhen Yao is not Yao Chengqi's daughter, and no one would ask her daughter to show up in public. Zhen Yao is Yao Chengqi's niece. Both her parents died since childhood. She was scolded by her clan members as a demon star who killed her parents. She had no one to take care of her and had to live in her uncle's house.

After many years of marriage, Yao Chengqi and his wife had never had a child. Zhen Yao was the only descendant of their couple. He pointed to her and took care of her for the elderly and sent her to the end. But the good times did not last long. Since Yao Chengqi added a fat boy three years ago, Zhen Yao's treatment has taken a sharp turn. In the end, he had to be a barn in this tavern and sell wine, which was a cheap business.

After hearing this, Tang Cheng and his son were very sorry for Zhen Yao. However, as the saying goes, it is difficult for a clean official to make a decision. Such family matters are not something that outsiders can say. Tang Cheng could only sigh in his heart that his beauty is poor!

Zhen Yao was smiling lightly, her smile seemed happy, mocking, proud, and sad. Her daughter's family's thoughts were ever-changing, how could that man Lu know everything?

Tang Cheng quickly stepped forward, bowed and said, "You have seen the master!"

The fat monk smiled, picked up a bowl of rice wine, drank it all, and asked with a smile: "What is the little donor's intention?"

"I saw that the Zen master is very powerful and has extraordinary songs, so I admire him very much. But I wonder if the master is a god?" Tang Cheng opened his eyes wide and looked at the fat monk with a steady state, feeling uneasy. Tang Cheng had also seen those gossipers in fresh clothes and angry horses. No matter how strong their kung fu is, they are limited, and it is difficult to have the fat monk's magical power.

However, as the saying goes, the more timid the feelings of being close to the hometown, I dare not ask the person I come to. The more likely it is to meet the immortals and achieve their wishes, the more uneasy Tang Cheng is, for fear that his dreams will become empty and he will be happy in vain.

The fat monk laughed and said, "We cultivators, seek the great way, get rid of the false and keep the truth. If you say you are a god, you are a god!" When Tang Cheng heard this, he immediately turned over and knelt down and wanted to become a disciple.

But the fat monk stopped him and just held Tang Cheng in his hand, and said with a smile: "We don't know each other before, is the little donor going to become a disciple?"

Tang Cheng said earnestly: "I beg the master to include the disciples and preach the virtues of Tang Cheng, Tang Cheng will never forget the virtues of preaching!" Zhen Yao looked beautiful and was very surprised by Tang Cheng's words. Who in Qingyao Village didn't know the name of a genius boy in Tangcheng, but he didn't expect that this boy would not be given fame, but asked for immortality.

"The Tao cannot be easily passed on! The little donor will be patient for the time being! It's not too late to listen to the old monk's statement!" The fat monk said, and then lifted Tangcheng up. Just as he was about to speak, the three of them suddenly heard the gongs and gongs outside the tavern, which was very lively.

Yao Chengqi led a well-dressed gentry to suddenly break in. Yao Chengqi said with a smile on his face: "Master, the platform has been set up. Please move your steps a little and give us some advice."

[What are you doing here for Tang Bu Return?] Tang Cheng couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

Compared to Yao Chengqi's stingy flattery, Tang Bugui, who is the right person in Qingyao Village, is cautious. His eyes are full of scrutiny, and he looks at the fat monk up and down. The fat monk sat there with his eyes slanted, glanced at Tang Bugui, and said, "Forget it! It seems that you can't afford it for ordinary people. It's better to go back than to go back!"

Yao Chengqi quickly pulled Tang Bugui's sleeve, and Tang Bugui bowed helplessly, "I don't know where the master's treasure temple is? The magic number is up and down? It's also possible for us ordinary people to have a title."

"The old monk is a monk from Guiyi Chan Temple in Yanzhou, with a Dharma name Yuanjue. Because my emperor likes monks and admires Taoism, he wants to select monks and Taoists for the Taoist temples in the world. He presided over the special orders that we go out to visit some disciples with excellent roots and bones, and teach the great way of immortals and Buddhas. In order to win the battle in Chang'an City in the future, he will serve as a monk's official position, and promote the name of Guiyi Chan Temple." After saying that, the fat monk glanced at Tang Bugui coldly. Seeing that there seemed to be thousands of oil lamps in his eyes, he laughed in his heart and continued, "So, the old monk searched everywhere. Today, he saw that you, Qingyao Village, is bound to be a talent once a thousand years! Therefore, the old monk has only traveled thousands of miles to come here to seek talent! Is there anything else to ask for the old village chief?"

"Yes, yes!" Tang Bugui nodded quickly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Master, can this monk official be married and have children?"

Fat monk Yuanjue grinned and said, "The position of monks is in charge of all temples in the world. How powerful is it? Of course, one person cannot take on it for a long time. Each position can only be held for three years. After three years, the court will arrange another battle and re-select monks. For the predecessor, the court should have other official positions and should not be a monk again!"

Tang Bugui couldn't stop smiling, and smiled and said, "This is a good one, you must not be a monk anymore. My emperor is really wise!" After a while, Tang Bugui seemed to have noticed his disobedience. He rubbed his hands embarrassedly and said, "Master, the child is only fourteen years old, but he is full of heaven, with a square radius of 100 miles. Although he is not a talented man who is wise and has a thousand-character radius, he is also smart, well-behaved and obedient. I hope that the master can take the child under his sect for the sake of the villain!"

As he said that, Tang Bugui was about to approach Yuanjue. Tang Cheng's eyes were sharp, and when he saw the silver light flashing in Tang Bugui's hands, he felt a chill. Tang Cheng was not old, but he had already had a deep understanding of the power of silver. Now, he only hopes that Master Yuanjue, who is not ordinary, can be different!

Yuanjue rose up in his sleeves and said unyieldingly: "It's ridiculous. The old monk is choosing talents for Guiyi Temple. How could he be so greedy for money!" Tang Bugui gave the silver in his hand and landed on the ground with a bang. Tang Cheng looked at him and found that it was about ten taels.

In this world, three-legged toads are easy to find, but there is no one who doesn’t have money. This master is really a god! Tang Bugui is extremely embarrassed, but he also decided that Yuanjue’s words are true and not false!

As for the silver ingot on the ground, he couldn't pick it up, so he had to smile and said with apologies: "The master is worthy of being a Taoist monk, laugh at you!"

Seeing this, Yao Chengqi hurriedly said, "Wife, take Tianci out and show the master!"

"The head of the family, here!" Perhaps because of his preparation, a gorgeous woman walked in with a doll about three years old and took the curtain. The pink and jade-like figure that Yao Tianci dressed up this time was like a rich boy in the picture. He had a shiny silver collar in his neck and a candied haw in his hand, which made the clothes look red spots.

Yao Chengqi smiled all over his face, wrinkled into a ball of dog-tail grass, and said, "Master, do you think a child may catch your eyes?"

Fat monk Yuanjue looked at this shitty child and was speechless.

This interruption solved Tang Bugui's embarrassment. He rubbed his hands and said, "Master, the platform has been set up. Please come on stage to preach and answer questions for ordinary people like us!"

"Lead the way forward!" Yuanjueru was given a general amnesty. With a wave of her sleeves, her fat body stood up lightly. Seeing Yuanjue about to leave, Yao Chengqi hurriedly shouted with his family: "Master, what you haven't said yet, can you do it?"

Yuanjue waved his hand and said, "I will discuss it later, and I will discuss it later!" Tang Bugui hurriedly stepped forward and opened the curtain for Yuanjue, and the two of them went in a row! Yao Chengqi and the woman looked unwilling, stomped their feet hard, and hurriedly followed.

The tavern became empty again and very quiet!

Tang Cheng bent down and picked up the silver ingot and placed it on the mottled counter, and then he was about to leave silently. Unpredictably, Zhen Yao suddenly spoke and shouted in a sweet voice: "Tang Cheng!"

"how?"

"Your parents only have one only son. Do you want to abandon your family and seek justice?"

"I only admire the great way in this life. If I cannot live forever, I will not be happy for the rest of my life!"

"I heard that practicing Taoism and becoming an immortal for thousands of years! When you come back from your studies, Qingyao Village will be gone. Don't you regret it?"

Tang Cheng remained silent for a long time, and then he said dryly: "If I can't achieve anything within ten years, I will return and be filial to my elders."

"Since that's the case, you can take these ten taels of silver! If you have achieved success in practicing Taoism, remember to come back and become an immortal!"

Tang Cheng was extremely surprised and turned to look at Zhen Yao. The girl smiled brilliantly. She was as beautiful as a young man and said, "This silver is just being left behind. If he asked, I would say that the master took it, he would be unimaginable. If he practiced Taoism and became an immortal, he didn't know what he would encounter. It would be good to leave some money on his body!"

Tang Cheng thought for a moment, and suddenly laughed, "You are doing this business, and you will be proud of others, so you will want someone to become an immortal." Zhen Yao laughed, showing her charm and charming, and said, "You Tangcheng man is a real man, don't bother with the little girl!"

Tang Cheng laughed, reached out and put the money in his pocket, and said, "I'm too petty. Tang Cheng has agreed to your request!" After that, he picked up the curtain and rushed towards Jingxi.

Jingxi flows down from the top of Wumeng Mountain, passes through Qingyao Village, flows through seven counties and 33 townships, and finally injects into the water, totaling 162 miles. Maple trees grow on Wumeng Mountain. After autumn every year, the mountains are filled with red leaves, which are extremely brilliant and prosperous.

At that time, Wang Mojie, the "big master of calligraphy and painting" was invited by Yao Shigu to visit Wumeng in autumn, leaving behind a famous line "White stones in Jingxi come out, the sky is cold, the red leaves are sparse, the mountain road is rainy, and the sky is green and wet.' This poem was written by him on Yao Shigu's folding fan. From then on, the folding fan was regarded as a treasure by the old master and would not be easily played with.

Wumeng Mountain was not originally called this name, but Longbei Mountain. Later, when a county magistrate visited Longbei Mountain, he specially ordered the name Wumeng Mountain to flatter the emperor and his name was Long. Wumeng Mountain was not high, but it was always foggy, so it was even more appropriate to call this name. Over time, Longbei Mountain became Wumeng Mountain.

When Tangcheng walked to the riverside, it was already crowded and very lively. Even during the temple fair every year, it was not so noisy. Tang Gui and Tang Zhao came to join in the fun. After school, they couldn't find Tangcheng everywhere and were anxious. At this moment, they quickly grabbed him and scolded him.

At this time, the fat monk Yuanjue appeared from the side, appearing and hiding in the air, easily stepped onto the three-story high platform. The platform was about a foot and was built of three square tables made of maple wood.

As soon as Yuanjue took action, he shocked the audience. Never saw the immortal method of "invisibility" in the countryside. He immediately looked at Yuanjue as if he were heavenly. The originally noisy scene was silent in an instant.

Yuanjue was very satisfied and looked down at the sentient beings under the table and said, "I am the Guiyi Temple to save all sentient beings. Anyone who is destined to be able to listen to the truth. God is nature, and qi is fate. The human body is clear, but the heart disturbs it, and the heart likes to be quiet, and wants to pull it. He can truly observe his heart inside, but the heart has no heart; he looks outside, and the form has no shape; he looks far away, and the thing has no things. After the three are enlightened, they only see it in emptiness. However, there are many distracting thoughts in the heart, and there are nine hundred and sixty thoughts in one moment, and 1.3 billion thoughts a day and night, so it is difficult to listen to the wonderful sound. Today, Zen Master Guiyi teaches Buddhism to help sentient beings cut off distracting thoughts, and can obtain supernatural powers and realize the great way."

When he said this, Yuanjue paused, drooped his eyelids and glanced down. Seeing everyone holding their breath, they were afraid of missing a word, only the old master Yao Chengqi was deeply resentful.

Yuanjue continued to preach: "Anapana, open up all wisdom. Every thought is clear and clear. It is cycled and there is no end." After reciting the song, Yuanjue explained the view of counting breaths in detail, which was easy to understand and carefully divided. Even the stupidest villagers would not have any questions. Although Yuanjue could not bloom the lotus flowers on his tongue, let the stubborn stone nod and the iron tree blossomed, he still had this superficial skill.

Everyone in the audience was thinking about the mystery of the breath and observation. Suddenly, one person came out and shouted, "Where did the demon come from? You dare to talk here to deceive the public? Are you not afraid of me taking you to see the official?" The person who spoke was Yao Chengqi. He could hear Yuanjue's words clearly and could not find any mistakes. But in the end, he saw everyone entering and leaving, and finally couldn't help but yell. Yao Shigu has been a master in Qingyao Village for more than 20 years, and most of the people here were his disciples back then, so they were very prestige. As soon as Yao Shigu said, everyone immediately retreated a little.

Yuanjue is on the stage and does not refute it. At this time, the best effect is to come forward by a third party. He looks at Tang Bugui and smiles without saying a word.

Tang Bugui suddenly realized that this was the best opportunity for him to perform. Tang Bugui cheered up, took two steps forward, turned to face the villagers, cleared his throat, and said, "Everyone listened to the truth. This is Master Yuanjue, a monk from Guiyi Zen Temple in Yanzhou, selected disciples for monks. Don't be bewitched, you will miss the opportunity."

Tang Bugui usually disliked Yao Shigu. This old man repeatedly contradicted him because of his identity as a scholar. Although he was very angry, he was not easy to turn against him because of his great prestige. Today, he was able to scold him a few words based on his identity as a monk and immediately felt comfortable.

Tang Bugui relied on his thorny and sharp-mouthed skills to be trained in time to greatly promote the benefits of monks, and then regarded the monks as not monks to dispel the concern that the people were unfilial and had no descendants. In short, in short, this matter has many benefits and no harm at all.

Being an official! Being an official! What a distant dream this is, but now it seems to be within reach. Who is not moved by such benefits? Therefore, everyone's faces inevitably showed a wavering look. As the saying goes: Strike while the iron is hot. Seeing this, Tang Bugui and Yao Chengqi took turns to fight, using the ruffian method of telling straw into gold. Yao Shigu's refutation of the refutation of the words "Quan" and left angrily.

Tang Cheng saw all this and showed an apology to the Master's back. He had no interest in being a monk, but this Yuanjue was already the most likely person Tang Cheng had ever seen who was the one who was the immortal. How could he give up? How could he give up?

Fat monk Yuanjue smiled on the high platform, holding a flower and smiling, making a Buddha's face, and said lightly: "The donors have already understood the method of counting breaths. They can be carried out now and the people with the highest achievements can follow the poor monks to prepare for the monk's battle competition. Those who have insufficient achievements do not need to be discouraged. Buddhism opens the door to convenience. Just practice patiently and always have the opportunity to enter the Pure Land and meet my Buddha."

Seeing the Buddha in person is not very attractive, and being able to be called the monks who lead the world's temples is fascinating. Although the children are impatient to practice this method of counting breaths, they all surrender to their father's fist.

In an instant, the sound of long breathing was everywhere on the banks of Jingxi River.
Chapter completed!