After reading the question, Tao Ling smiled.
He thought about how to answer in the shortest words, and said softly while holding the phone: "Wen Qingying, you are really too keen."
Because the other party couldn't hear it, Tao Ling almost never called him directly. At this moment, the words "Wen Qingying" passed through his mouth, and Tao Ling was stunned for a moment.
When the names were read together, the corners of the mouth seemed to rise slightly.
Kind of like smiling.
He looked up at Wen Qingying. Wen Qingying put her hands together on the edge of the table, her back straightened and leaned forward slightly, she slowly raised her eyebrows, and was ready to listen carefully.
Tao Ling burst into a smile: "Are you a primary school student sitting so upright?"
Seeing that he was talking, Wen Qingying stared at his lips, and when he stopped, he looked into his eyes, and then showed two tiger teeth.
Don't laugh at others indiscriminately!
There was a voice in his heart that was irritable, and Tao Ling quickly pressed it down after he roared, but he grunted twice unwillingly. Like a soap bubble being smashed, struggling to splatter a little water.
Tao Ling thought for a while, and typed quickly on the phone: "Yes, from witchcraft to Fuyao is one problem, and from Fuyao to Taoism is another problem, and the three cannot be completely equated. The sentence summary only pursues brevity, and the words are not rigorous enough, which is my mistake.”
As he typed, he waved to Wen Qingying, and Wen Qingying moved from the opposite side to him, leaned slightly closer, and looked at each sentence.
Tao Ling's skin is pale, his fingers are slender and well-defined, and his nails are neatly trimmed. At this time, his fingertips were jumping quickly on the screen. He didn't realize it, but in the eyes of others, he had a comfortable feeling of ironing.
very nice.
"The so-called "submission of truth" means that Xianzhen descends into the world. Compared with Fuyao's invitation to the gods, it is appropriate to say that the two are very similar. There are some special forms in witchcraft and Fuyao, and there are similar presentations in middle-aged Taoism. Xianzhen Descending, the people who accept the gods in the middle are called psychic mediums by scholars. If the lens is aimed at the psychic medium, we can find the existence of the shamanic spirit at any time.
In addition, Daoism's true nature is also related to other classical traditions, such as the tradition of the handover of man and god in "Chu Ci", but you say that the handover of man and god is not witchcraft? Not necessarily, many people also regard the contents as witchcraft.
The process of the formation of the Taoist scriptures is very complicated. Take the Qing dynasty as an example. The final formation of the scriptures is due to the cultivating groups where the mediums belong. Many studies are aimed at the Taoist scriptures themselves, but the spiritual state of the practitioners is also very important. These involve issues of religious empiricism and religious psychology, and there are more theories that religious phenomenology can use. "
Wen Qingying looked at it line by line, her eyes lingering on the screen for a long time.
The shoulders of the two are very close, but they are a little bit closer to each other. Tao Ling suddenly turned his head, and the eyes of the two sides collided with each other.
After a two-second pause, Tao Ling looked down at the phone.
Wen Qingying didn't seem to notice his abnormality at this moment, his brows were still lightly wrinkled, as if he was thinking. After a while, he reached for the white paper on the table.
Tao Ling was sitting on the side against the wall, and when he heard Qingying's action, he almost caged him in front of him.
like a hug.
The clean smell on the other party's clothes hit his face, it was left over from an unfamiliar brand of softener, and it was warm and sweet.
Taking a breath, Tao Ling held his breath involuntarily. He realized this in a flash, he gritted his teeth lightly, and slowly let go of his breath.
Wen Qingying didn't notice anything, and had already started to write on the paper: "I'm sorry sir, I'm too stupid, I can't understand what I understand. Can it all be a separate field of study? I can write a lot.”
When he finished writing, Tao Ling's mouth twitched, and he said with a smile, "I'm sorry for you, but I can't afford to be so smart. I hate children like you the most."
At the same time, I took my mobile phone and typed: "Yes, I can't figure out a lot of questions. It's like a mountain. I'm just a layman in psychiatry and so on. When I use the theory for a long time, I can't be sure."
After reading the previous content again from the beginning, Wen Qingying also took out his mobile phone and wrote: "Sir, I read that the book says that religion is for the life of the world, do you study this? Is it also to live a good life in the world? Or is it for What else?"
Tao Ling tapped the paper with his fingers, but the rhythm suddenly slowed down. After a while, he lifted the end of his eyes and glanced at Wen Qingying hesitantly.
Wen Qingying blinked, puzzled.
Tao Ling was silent, as if he was asking him if there was any point in doing these things, it was easy for people to start thinking about the meaning of that life.