Divine Perspective: Married to President Bai Fumei

"I don't know what the hell! Is the cosmetics company blind to the law? Xuancang Temple even has an independent legal department. How can the monks be fooled collectively?"

"Do you believe the cosmetics company's announcement? Anyway, I don't believe it!"

"How the hell would he believe it!"

"Boss, I just searched the news and reported that the monks of Xuancang Temple collectively endorsed fake and shoddy cosmetics. They were threatened by the monks of Xuancang Temple. Combined with this announcement, I have serious reasons to suspect that this cosmetics company may have Xuancang Temple. The monk participates in the shares." Niu Facai analyzed.

However, Du Heng disagreed and shook his head: "It's not necessarily true."

"Such a scandal of endorsing counterfeit and shoddy cosmetics broke out, and fools also know that it will affect the incense. And incense is money, how can the monk be against the money. The monk threatened the whistleblower, probably because he wanted to cover it up and not let the public opinion spread."

"Look at the road signs of the Buddhist temple that we have been walking all the way with gold borders. How can Xuancang Temple allow people to cut off their fortunes, but do nothing."

Niu Facai thought about it and agreed with the boss.

In the end, he smiled sarcastically and said nothing more.

The monk opens the door to welcome the incense!This is something everyone knows, there is nothing to say.

Such an outrageous harmony can happen this time!

It also indirectly proves that we are now in a prosperous age of great powers. From this point of view, it is a good thing.

Chatting all the way up the mountain.

After arriving halfway up the mountain, Taoist Mao led Du Heng and the others to leave the main mountain path of stone steps and turn into a mountain path.

There are few weeds on the trail and they are not tall.

It should be that there are often people walking, but the number of people is not large, and the back and forth are not frequent.

After turning another corner.

Mao Daochang took Du Heng and others to a small three-room Taoist temple with adobe bricks and blue tiles. There was a plaque above the main door of the Taoist temple, Guiyu Temple.

"Please come in, although it is old, it can shelter from the wind and rain, and there is also the Sanqing Hall for daily practice."

Enter the main house of Guiyu Temple.

Du Heng saw not far below the long table enshrining the statue of the Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasty, eggs, vegetables, and millet and other ingredients were gathered but disorderly.

"You guys should have a kitchen, right? How do you put the ingredients here?" Du Heng was unavoidably curious about this.

"There is a kitchen. These should be left by a few lay Buddhists who came frequently to enshrine the ancestors of the Sanqing. Our Taoist temple only charges for drawing symbols, consumables and wages for performing rituals, and does not charge incense money. But the lay Buddhists insisted on giving it. In the end It becomes every time you come to offer incense, bring some things from home, and force them for us to accept."

"I thought you masters and apprentices are all studying talismans, and there are no believers in Taoist temples."

Mao Daochang's Taoist robe fluttered: "We don't insist on believers. It's best to have it, or not. Master and I really prefer to study Taoist treasures and Taoist talismans without being disturbed."

"Could this be the legendary saying, 'Ai Xinxin, don't bother me to ascend if you don't believe me'?" Du Heng joked.

"Although there is no such thing as ascending to immortality, it is indeed the truth."

"Where's your master, his old man?"

"There is a funeral at the foot of the mountain. He will go down to help others and come back at night. My master is very strong, so there is no need to worry."

"Du Layman, why don't I take you to see the classics of the master's school first? You can go down the mountain before the evening after reading it early. My Taoist temple can fill my stomach, but if I want to sleep for three people, I really can't do anything."

Du Heng nodded.

But he didn't immediately follow Mao Daochang, but went forward to offer a stick of incense.

Come here, let's say goodbye.

Whether it is feudal superstition or not, Du Heng doesn't care about it now.

Mao Daochang took Du Heng and the three to the back of the Taoist temple.

Enter a natural cave.

"This cave is dry, and there will be no rats and insects after the Taoist talismans of me and master are in place. It is very suitable for preserving ancient books."

"There are still a lot of ancient books written on bamboo slips and stone tablets of my Guiyu Temple. Back then when China was occupied and wars were everywhere, it was because of the sealing of this cave that all these ancient books were preserved intact."

Du Heng looked around.

In the cave, from the outside to the inside, from modern paper to ancient books to bamboo slips and steles, everything is neatly arranged.

"It seems that it has not been baptized by time because it is so well preserved. It should not only be due to the dryness of the cave, but also the effect of the corresponding Taoist talisman?"

"This is natural. The exact records of our division's history can be traced back to the Han Dynasty. The degree of weathering of these bamboo slips and stone tablets is extremely low, and it all depends on the careful preservation and maintenance of each generation of successors."

Look around and look around.

Du Heng's eyes suddenly froze: "Why is there a lot of blood on this tree? It seems that it has been nearly a hundred years."

"This is my master's suicide note. When China fell, he took all his disciples, including my master, down the mountain to kill Japanese pirates. In the end, only my master survived with one arm. This is the battle my master summed up on the battlefield. Experience, not much, only ten sheets of paper."

"Can I look through this?"

"Of course, I just hope that Du Jushi cleans his hands before reading. Although what is said in it is outdated now, but in the troubled times at that time, it is the combat experience summed up by my master with his life."

After cleaning hands carefully.

Du Heng read it carefully, respectfully and silently reading every word.

Indeed, as Mao Daochang said, the relevant combat experience is completely inconsistent with modern technological warfare, and it is useless to read.

But after Du Heng closed it.

The eye sockets are already moist.

He has not experienced war, so he does not remember the useless experience of war.

But he only remembered to turn the first page.

That once bright red blood!
"Kill the bandits! Kill the bandits!"

Looking up to the sky and closing his eyes, Du Heng seemed to be able to see that a hundred years ago, a group of Taoist priests bathed in blood, abandoned the Taoist philosophy of inaction, brandished a big knife, and slashed off the heads of the devils!

"Taoist priests go down the mountain to save the people in troubled times!"

"A hundred years later, now in the prosperous age of the Huanghuang Heavenly Dynasty, I wonder if all the immortals can see it in the sky?"

Mao Daochang was very puzzled when he heard this.

"Du Layman, although my ancestor has practiced a little bit, he is far from being an immortal. When the ancestor asked my master to erect a monument, he also forbade my master to use words such as immortal, saying that he can't afford it."

Du Heng bowed and apologized: "I obeyed your master's wish, I made a slip of the tongue."

"I just remembered a question and answer I read on the Internet."

If there are gods in this world, then why did no one descend to the earth to save the world when they saw the fall of Shenzhou after accepting the enshrinement of China for 5000 years? "

There is an answer: You can't go down to earth in person, but you can be reincarnated as a human being!
"I thought, Daoist Mao, your ancestors and the countless other Chinese martyrs are not dead, but the immortals reincarnated and completed their missions, and they all returned to heaven to return to life."

"Although I know that these are just beautiful delusions."

Du Heng bowed his head lonely.

Quickly sorted out his emotions, and continued to walk into the cave, Mao Daochang also immediately sorted out his emotions and followed closely behind.

"This stone tablet from the Eastern Han Dynasty is the first record of my master's spiritual energy."

"It's just that many of the Taoist talisman inscriptions engraved on it are inconsistent with the traditions of the teacher, so I can't fully interpret the inscriptions on this stone tablet."

"It's okay, I can understand it, this inscription says one thing."