In the northwest corner of Liugong City, opposite the Qiushan Villa, there is a Taoist temple called Zixia Temple.

This Taoist temple was built in the previous dynasty. After the old temple master died, almost all the Taoist priests below ran away. As time goes by, the incense has declined, and the Taoist temple has become increasingly unwilling. Perhaps even younger people in this city have never heard of the name of Zixia Temple.

All decay ends with the arrival of the new master.

On the third day of the third month, the birthday of God Xuantian.

On this day, Zixia Temple was almost surrounded and was filled with water. Almost half of the people from Liugong City rushed here. Inside the temple, everyone was in charge of three incense sticks. Outside the temple, well-informed vendors had already set up fresh breakfast fruits here to provide them with incense.

Two months ago, no one would have thought that this almost deserted Taoist temple could still be able to meet the spring with dead trees and welcome so many pilgrims believers. Even though the Taoist temple is still the same Taoist temple, it has not been repaired. At most, it would replace the leaking roof tiles with new ones and then pull out the weeds in the temple. However, in the eyes of the local people, the incense rose and the purple cloud temple scattered with sandalwood was a little more sacred than before.

The mountain is not high, but it is famous if there is an immortal, but it is not deep. The dragon is spiritual if there is a dragon. It is probably because the new master came to the Taoist temple.

Zhang held the incense that had just lit on the oil lamp stone platform in his hand, and moved forward with difficulty in the crowd, in order to insert his own incense into the large incense burner in the center of the yard, praying for peace this year for the whole family.

With so many people, she had no idea of ​​giving up at all. Instead, she felt that she was getting up late, and the gods might be unhappy. She thought that after the incense was over, she had to ask for a visa. It would be better to let the little Taoist priest talk about love and ask the master to come out to explain the signature for him.

It took her half an hour to finally put in incense, pray to the gods, and offer tributes. At this time, the day had already been in the sky. The powder on Zhang's face was smoked by the heat, and it was slightly sticky and fell off. The surroundings were still crowded with people, one after another. Many people, like Zhang, had no intention of dissipating, but were still very happy and felt that they had completed an important and sacred task.

Zhang's family lives in the east of the city. Her husband opened two cloth shops in the city. The family is still well-off and the couple has a good relationship. However, they have been unhappy in their children. Finally, they have a middle-aged son. The couple regards their son as a pearl. However, they have a serious illness in their youngest son and almost died. They don't know how many doctors they have found and how many incense they have gone to the famous Jade Buddha Temple in the city. In the end, they have no help. At this time, they heard that Zixia Temple has a new master with excellent medical skills. Even the incense of Zixia Temple has become effective. Zhang's illness has rushed to seek medical treatment and cannot take care of so much. He quickly asked for a visit. As a result, his son's illness was cured by accident. From then on, all the incense and oil money provided to Jade Buddha Temple every month has been transferred here.

Liugong City said whether it was big or not. News of Zhang's young son recovering soon spread, and more people came to see him. Zixia Temple became famous overnight and soon stood with the Jade Buddha Temple, becoming the first great temple in Liugong City.

Zhang took out a veil to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead. After finally squeezing into the side hall, he was told that the Guanzhu today did not agree to the signature, but instead preached in the atrium. Zhang was ignorant, but because of his blind trust in Guanzhu Cui, he still planned to listen.

As soon as she arrived in the atrium, she was startled.

The yard was almost full of people, and many of them stood outside, surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, but there was no big noise. Occasionally, a few people whispered and tried to lower their voices.

Zhang saw the Master Cui Guan from afar.

The other party sat cross-legged on the steps under the eaves, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked into the courtyard. Zhang felt his heart moved and suddenly remembered the statues of the gods in the main hall, which were also closed in such a way, looking at the sadness and joy of the world with compassion.

Zhu Cui’s face seemed to be much paler than the last time he met, but it may also be because he was outdoors and was shining by the sun.

Zhang often comes to burn incense, and vaguely listens to the Taoist boy in Guanzhong that Master Cui’s health seems to be not very good. As for why it is not good, no one can say it. Zhang’s wife is not good at careful attention.

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Although the distance is a bit far away, no one is talking around, and the voice of Master Cui can also be heard by most people.

Be neither fast nor slow, and calm your breath.

It is like a cup of tea that is neither hot nor cold, just enough to hold in your hand, the fragrance is lingering and permeating into your heart.

This person is there, as if gods and Buddhas are there.

"What I want to talk about today is cause and effect." Zhang heard the Master Cui Guan say this.

Someone present exclaimed softly, and his face also showed a look of confusion.

Cui Guanzhu smiled slightly and continued, "Many people may think that cause and effect are talked about in Buddhism. In fact, we in Taoism also talk about cause and effect. The "Taishang Ganying Pian" says that there is no way to good fortune and misfortune, but only people call it themselves. It means that disasters or blessings are never destined, but related to one's own behavior. This is similar to the Buddhist good cause and good result."

Not to mention literacy, Zhang has never even touched books. On weekdays, he only goes to tea shops to hear the storyteller telling stories about the world. The biggest headache is to hear those endless great truths.

But at this moment, I don’t know if it was because so many people were listening together, or if Cui Guan’s speech was very in-depth and easy to understand. Not only did she understand it, she didn’t feel annoyed, but she felt a clear and clear heart.

"Take the Zhang family's wife as an example."

His surname was so cold that Zhang was stunned. He thought that someone had the same surname as him, but when he looked up, he saw that Cui Guanzhu was coming and going to him, and even the others were looking at him.

She banged, and her ears turned red. For the first time in her life, she was exposed to many bright eyes, and she didn't even know where to put her hands and feet.

"A while ago, the child of Zhang Niangzi's family was seriously ill and almost died. I believe everyone has heard of it. If she hadn't done many good deeds on her daily basis and the ancestors of the Zhang family accumulated virtue, how could a disaster turn into good fortune?"

Zhang never expected that Guanzhu Cui would be so generous. He was excited and ashamed at the moment, and he couldn't even speak steadily. He said in a trembling voice: "I, my husband and I usually do things based on our own hearts. How can we afford Guanzhu's praise? The child recovered from the medical skills of the Guanzhu. Everyone in the Zhang family is grateful!"

Cui Guanzhu smiled even deeper: "What a good person acts with his original heart. It's easy to say. How many people in this world can do it? I will come to Zixia Guan at the right time. If you look at it carefully, isn't it the guidance of Wuliang's ancestors?"

After hearing this, everyone felt it was reasonable. When they looked at Zhang's gaze, they also changed from doubt to envy.

Zhang's cheeks were flushed and her heart was in agitation. It was the first time she had lived in most of her life that she had heard others praise her for doing good deeds and accumulated virtues. The person she praised was the master of the famous Taoist temple in the city. She wished she could go back and share with her husband immediately after she had a good life. Zhang had even thought about it and came to burn incense next month and would give her more money for incense.

Just as his mind was running away, Zhang suddenly felt a stinging pain in his sight, as if something gold and silver reflected in the sunlight.

She subconsciously closed her eyes, but what followed was the sound of breaking through the air in her ears, like a bird spreading its wings and sweeping by.

Zhang couldn't help but open his eyes again, but he saw a gray figure pounce on the steps where Master Cui Guan was. The long sword in his hand was shining fiercely and swiftly, and he was unstoppable. He was about to kill Master Cui Guan with one sword!

Jianfeng blinked his head and reached his forehead half an inch. No matter how fast the Taoist boy next to him was, he would not have time to pounce on him to rescue him. What's more, the incident happened suddenly and in a moment, no one could react.

Master Cui Guan was attacked by the sword wind and couldn't help but lean back slightly, but his actions were useless to the assassin. In just a blink of an eye, the sword would pierce his eyebrows and turn the living person into a dead person.
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