When the old Taoist showed his hand, everyone was shocked. The flower pot was quite heavy, and it was impossible to prevent it from falling. Who would have thought that he flicked his sleeve lightly, and the flower pot flew up again.
He Tian, who was saved from being headshot, didn't care about his fear, he just acted dumbfounded. He Zun and Li Yan's expressions were moved. They could see clearly that this was not some magic juggling, but a real skill.
"oops!"
Wang Yao was the most exaggerated. He was already convinced by the old Taoist, but now he became more and more confident, and even changed his title: "Old Immortal, what you did just now was..."
"It's just inner energy..."
The old Taoist didn't want to talk any more, so he passed the courtyard, stopped at the door, and said, "You don't need to send them off, please go back."
"Well, we will visit again some other day. If you have any request, we will do it."
After a few more polite words, Fang Zi got into the car and went straight to the Taiqing Palace in the city.
He Zun wiped his body and went back to the house, sprayed the reckless nanny first, then called He Tian, and said, "You have seen it too, she is really capable, please cooperate with me, don't be so arrogant!"
"Understood, isn't it just looking for someone?"
He Tian leaned on the sofa, he didn't care about it, but he took it very seriously in his heart, and said: "Everyone who came that day is suspected, you can check them one by one."
"Fart your mother!"
He Zun cursed casually, and scolded: "What do you think our family is? This time I have used a lot of connections, and if I continue to toss, someone will not like it... Lao Han!"
He called his subordinates to fetch a document, threw it over and said, "Look for yourself!"
He Tian picked it up and took a look. Inside were several pages of lists, all of which were invited guests on the day of the Agarwood Exhibition. Nearly half of the people marked it with a mark, which means they have been in contact.
"Old Wang, Fatty Hu, Old Chen... Don't think about these things, you must have encountered them before."
He read a few good ones first, and then said: "Tang Zheng, Zhang Lei, Tang Hui, Xiao Shan... these have also shaken hands."
To be honest, most of the people in Chen Xiangzhan knew each other, and if they knew each other, they had to exchange pleasantries. But He Tian is used to being arrogant, he doesn't know why you are upset, so he doesn't know why.
After confirming a dozen or so people, I scanned down: "Zeng Yuewei..."
Tsk!
He clenched his fists, and it was very complicated to mention this woman. He regretted not having sex with him before wilting, but also became a little annoyed and furious.
"She spent the longest time with me that day..."
He Tian put down a sentence, then glanced at the three names at the end, frowned and said, "Jiang Xiaozhai? Panpan? I don't have any impression of these two... Gu Yu, shit!"
Ya threw the document and shouted: "Last time, this kid was lucky, I must kill him!"
"Calm down, it's important to get down to business now!"
He Zun didn't like his son's personality very much, but he couldn't help it, who let him be his own? He picked up the file and asked, "Did the three have physical contact?"
"Maybe not."
"like?"
"No, I'm too lazy to shake hands with them."
"..."
He Zun nodded and didn't ask any more questions, it seemed that he had a good idea. He called Lao Han, and just after giving some instructions, he suddenly said, "Are you staying here today, or going back?"
"Go back, what's the point of this."
He Tian got up, took out the car key, shook it, and said, "Okay, I'm leaving."
As he said that, he went out casually, and He Zun also habitually concealed a trace of his emotions, and returned to his old bossy attitude.
…
Night, Taiqing Palace.
This view is located in the bustling city center, which is partly religious and partly government-owned. Just looking at the various modern facilities, as well as the super-poor guest rooms, you can know the atmosphere of this place.
In a quiet room, Taoist Mo was meditating with his eyes closed. After a day of running around, he is still calm and peaceful, without any signs of fatigue. It's just a little uncomfortable, because this quiet room is too exaggerated.
The rosewood wooden table, the best benzoin, and even the futon under the buttocks are made of memory foam. please! A futon is not a pillow, so is it necessary to maintain the chrysanthemum
Although Wuliang Temple is also commercial, the quiet room is extremely simple and is really used for practice.
In fact, there is nothing he can do. If he is cultivating hard in the deep mountains, then naturally there is no restriction. If you are going to die, and the government takes a fancy to your mountain and wants to develop it into a tourist area... then so be it!
First of all, the procedures must be complete. Religious Office, Land Bureau, Taoist Association, etc. are all indispensable. Secondly, we must fully cooperate. If there are mountains, there must be temples, and if there are temples, there must be high-level people. Only in this way can we attract tourists and increase profits.
The old Taoist doesn't want to deal with ordinary things, but he lives in the world, how can he be detached? So I can only watch the Wuliang Temple full of copper stink, and solve some unreasonable lottery for the local tyrants, while insisting on practicing.
Of course, he is also reluctant to part with those status and reputation, but in these years, he has already become determined.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
While he was meditating, someone knocked on the door. The old Taoist woke up from his trance, his brows were slightly frowned, and he asked, "What's the matter?"
"Master Dao, my temple master invites you to come over, saying that he wants to exchange some experiences."
"It's too late today, I'm going to bed."
"Uh, well, I won't disturb your rest."
The man outside the door retreated, and the old Taoist sighed, quite helplessly. He saw the temple master here once, at a certain Taoist seminar, a complete idiot, who was full of heart to please the powerful and grab money.
He is very contemptuous, but he also knows that this is a common phenomenon today.
The old Taoist was disturbed halfway, so he lost his mind, got up and walked to the window. I saw the bright moon hanging high, the night sky was clear, and there was a small garden outside, and the flowers and plants were reflected in a silvery white.
It's midsummer, when the mosquitoes are at their peak. Then there was a mosquito wandering on the screen window, flying and landing, buzzing softly.
"..."
The old Taoist stood for a long time, not knowing whether he was looking at the moon or the garden, when he flicked his fingers suddenly.
"boom!"
There was a muffled sound through the screen window, and the mosquito was ejected far away at once, rolled twice in the air, and did not fall down. After a few breaths, the mosquito fell to the ground pia.
This finger is extremely powerful and can be controlled freely, just like the masters of the rivers and lakes depicted in martial arts novels.
Of course, this is not internal strength, but the Taoist Qi-nourishing Kung Fu.
Mo Laodao learned from Quanzhen Nanzong, and the patriarch of this line is called Bai Yuchan, and his name is Zixu Zhenren. Thoughts of the five patriarchs of the Southern Zong are different, but overall they are very unified. They all pay attention to the dual cultivation of life and life, borrowing falsehood to cultivate the truth, and finally achieve the Great Dan.
Sex, for God. Life is essence and qi.
Taoists refine the three treasures, and the lower vehicles refine the mortal essence, mortal qi, and mortal spirit, that is, acquired skills. The superior refinement of essence, vitality, and spirit is innate power.
The way of Nanzong is to go from the acquired to the innate, from the way of doing to the way of doing nothing, and get the way of becoming a great elixir. This is the meaning of using falsehood to cultivate the truth.
This method has extremely high requirements on the disciples, and there must be no leakage of essence, breath or spirit. Mo Laodao has been with his master since he was a child, and he is still a boy. It took him seventy years to practice to a small degree, and he can maintain his shape, life, and longevity.
That's why when He Zun and others looked at him, they felt that his eyes were like a child's, clear and introverted.
According to ancient legends, the five patriarchs of the South lived for several hundred years until they ascended to the throne. The first ancestor, Zhang Boduan, was taught by immortals such as Chen Tuan and Liu Haichan.
Such records are called myths.
However, Mo Laodao firmly believes that he has practiced it himself for decades, but he has reached the extreme, and it is difficult to make progress in his life, let alone innate spirit.
Now religion is prosperous, but only the incense is prosperous. When he was young, he traveled all over the world, and when he was old, he got to know all kinds of peers, and it was not enough to lay the foundation.
Unexpectedly, I met someone this time, looking at the affected area, it is the method of invigorating the inner qi and damaging the meridians. According to the words of Jianghu, whoever can do this step must be a top-notch master.
It's a pity that he doesn't know, that guy is not a master, but just a flirtatious single dog.