He looked at the other shore from a distance, and the shouts of killing were still shook the sky. In the Dharma Realm, the evil aura of black clouds surged into the sky. The people of Liangzhou were all wearing evil auras. Zhong Qi sighed: "The black clouds pressed against the city and were about to destroy it, and the armor light was open to the sun and golden scales. Alas... Old Deng, I hope you can keep your original heart unchanged. After this disaster, you will be flying dragons in the sky."

After saying that, he became Taiyi Tianzun and silently recited the Taiyi Sutra of Sacrifice.

All Zhong Qi can do is this. The path of immortality, humanity, and ghosts have their own destiny routes. The three are balanced and depended on each other, and there is no distinction between high and low. If humanity is prosperous, the path of immortality will be sluggish. If ghosts are prosperous, evil ghosts will fill the world.

Before the achievements were reached, Zhong Qi never thought of interfering in the humanitarian reform with the way of immortality.

If you fail to achieve certain merits and achievements, you can control your destiny and days, and try to interfere with humanitarian changes, the only fate of a practitioner is to be crushed into powder by the torrent of humanitarianism and the rolling trend.

In the case of Hu Qi besieging the city, life and death, it is difficult for people outside the world to get involved. Of course, this is not the main reason why Zhong Qi ran away in the face of the battle.

The main thing is that the way of immortality is to be noble, and a gentleman does not stand under the dangerous city...

After a while, I arrived at the foot of Tiantai Mountain. The sky was covered with clouds, the forest was covered with mist, and the wind was wailing. Looking up at the sky, I knew that a sudden rain was coming.

Seeing this, Zhong Qi turned to Tiantai Mountain, but remembered his old friend, Tiantai Mountain. He didn't know if Baoxiang finally returned to Tiantai Mountain. He happened to take a look at this trip and avoid the wind and rain.

In prosperous times, Buddhism opened its own mountains, and in troubled times, people carried swords to save the people.

Although this statement is biased, there are also great compassionate monks in Buddhism, and they cannot be generalized.

But with the arrival of troubled times, Tiantai Mountain, a Buddhist place, became depressed. Along the way, you will see many temples that once soared into the sky and the gates of the Zen temples were closed.

When he arrived at the Lingguan Temple, Zhong Qi paused and turned around and saw that the eaves of the tiles were broken, the courtyard walls collapsed, and the Lingguan Temple, which was densely covered with spider silk, had been completely renovated.

Although the walls are already airtight, the roof tiles are leaking, and the lacquer doors are mottled, the spider silk and dust are gone.

The dilapidated small temple is clean and tidy, with a solemn statue of the gods, and the cigarettes rise up. Among the meditation temples, it looks out of place and very different.

A Taoist robe was carrying a sieve and making medicinal materials. He suddenly looked up and saw Zhong Qi standing outside, looking at Lingguan Temple with interest.

The Taoist in the green robe rubbed his eyes in disbelief and shouted in surprise: "Zhong Shenxian..."

After saying that, he rushed to Zhong Qi a few steps, bent his legs and knelt down. Zhong Qi hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up. After a closer look, it turned out to be the Tou Tuo who had seen in the Samantabhadra Zen Temple. He said in confusion: "It turns out to be an elder. You are not worshipping Samantabhadra Buddha in the Zen Temple, why did you open a Taoist temple here again?"

"Oh... Only then can the gods forgive their sins, but the disciples dare to say that..." The Taoist in Qingyi lowered his head and whispered.

"Get up first, what sin can you do?" Zhong Qi helped Qingyi up and said.

"Disciple Zhang Du, it was originally the Taoist in the Lingguan Temple. However, after the master went there, he refused to continue the incense in the temple. After hearing the bald thief's inspiration, he entered the Buddhist sect. Later, he saw the gods and immortals practicing, and realized that there was also a truth in the sect.

Then he abandoned the Buddha and returned to the Tao and opened the temple again. Although the incense was not abundant, I could only survive by collecting herbs and never dared to abdicate the way. I hope he would really forgive my sins." Zhang Du said with shame.

"I am not a god, and you are not guilty either. After all, you are free of faith." Zhong Qi comforted.

Although I don’t know what freedom of belief means, I also know that the gods did not blame him. Zhang Du said happily: “You are not a god, how can you be the magic of the gods? You must be the true master of my Taoist sect.”

Seeing Zhong Qi shook his head and leaving, Zhang Du hurriedly said, "Shangzhen, where are you going? The wind and rain are coming, so why not stay in my temple."

Zhong Qi was originally planning to settle in Samantabhadra Zen Temple, but now there is a Taoist sect here. Even if it breaks, it shouldn't be in the Zen Temple to place an order, so he nodded and agreed.

"Okay, I'll go to the Zen temple first, meet my old friends, and come back later." Zhong Qi said with a smile.

Zhang Du was afraid that Zhong Qi would not come back if he went there, so he hurriedly followed and said, "I'll go together too."

"Okay..." Zhong Qi turned around and looked at him, and saw his eager face, he smiled and replied.

The two of them arrived at the Zen Temple, and the door was closed. Seeing this, Zhang Du ran over and knocked on the door with a wink.

"All the elders are fasting and worshiping for blessings. The mountain is closed recently. If the temple gate is not opened, please go back by the donor." An old man in Mai opened the door with a broom. Seeing the two of them dressed in Taoism, he shook his head and replied.

The old man was born with an ugly face, with a couch nose, a crooked face, a buck teeth, a brown and hem, a cuff, and a hexagram. He held a broom in his hand, like a door that swept the door.

"Old gentleman, I, Zhong Hongji, have been old acquaintances with Elder Jingxuan. Now I will pass by and visit you. I hope the old gentleman will report it." Zhong Qi said in a hunch.

The ugly-faced old man was stunned when he heard this, and then said sadly: "The donor doesn't know that Elder Jingxuan has passed away a month ago."

"What... the old monk passed away?" Zhong Qi asked in a daze.

"Impossible. Elder Jingxuan has martial arts skills and is strong and can carry a load of water last year. How could he go there suddenly?" Zhang Du said in disbelief, and then asked in confusion:

"With living so close, why didn't I listen to this? Isn't your Zen Temple doing his funeral?"

The old man in Mayi said sadly: "I died of illness. As the saying goes: I feel like a mountain falling, and Buddha cannot avoid it. He passed away after being infected with wind and cold last year."

Zhong Qi looked inside the door silently. The Zen courtyard was silent. His nose was silenced, and a slight odor came. It seemed that the corpse had been dead for a long time and had stinking.

Just as he was about to look again, the old man in Ma-clothed flashed and blocked Zhong Qi's sight without hesitation, and said to the two: "Please go back, you two, today the temple is in a ritual, and you will not serve as a guest outside."

"Why does it smell..." Zhang Du's nose swayed and asked blankly.

"Oh...ah, that's what kind of golden body method is being used in the temple? Seal the body of Elder Jingxuan into the jar and make it into kimchi..." The old man was stunned and then explained.

"Make it into soybeans...ketch..." Zhang Du looked like a dog-shot expression.

Zhong Qi was stunned when he heard this, but instead explained the suspicion in his heart. Seeing that the old man looked innocent, Zhang Du was confused and explained: "It is a Hinayana Buddhism. There are often high-level monks who have a profound Buddhist teachings. After their death, their bodies have not been corrupted for hundreds of years, and they can still be worshipped by future generations."

After saying that, he glanced at the old man, pulled Zhang Du and walked back.

After walking a hundred steps away, he whispered: "In fact, I first took out the internal organs of the corpse, then used secret medicine to make the corpse sealed into the altar.

If you bury it for a few years, or pickle it for a few years and then remove the body, you will have a certain chance of not rotting. It is a common Hinayana Buddhism in Buddhism."

As a Taoist, Zhang Du had a very traditional and conservative thought, and said incrediblely: "Will this not be disrespectful to his ancestors, unfaithful and unfilial acts, and a bald thief who is not a son of man?"

"Haha... if they don't be sons, they will become monks, shaved their hair and changed their surnames, and cut off their relatives. Naturally, they don't need to be sons..." Zhong Qi chuckled, but his heart was sad and heavy, remembering the passing of a generation of eminent monks and great masters.

Then he said, "But this is normal. If you don't show your holy signs and have no immortal relics, there will be no incense. How can you support the Zen Temple in such a huge temple?"
Chapter completed!