The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

It is peaceful and peaceful, with small bridges and flowing water, deep mountains and green forests.

Winter is almost over, and even outside you can hear a lot of chirping birds.

Kingfishers sing through the forest.

The original ecological mountain forest can always make people calm down.

In fact, Ye Langmei didn't want to take the old lady to climb some mountains at first, taking care of her is a troublesome thing on weekdays, let alone taking her to climb mountains.

The boredom of being a housewife finally disappeared when I stepped into the mountains and jungles, and disappeared a lot.

Unbelievably, the old lady has also calmed down a lot. If she is usually demented, if she comes to a strange place, she will be irritable for a while, her mood is very unstable, and she will even run away suddenly, which makes people physically and mentally exhausted. Just let her stay at home.

But he didn't expect that when she came to the green forest in the mountains, she would be quiet and obedient like a baby.

"It's like taking care of a child." Ye Langmei muttered.

"Mom, you didn't take me out to play like that at the time." Liu Lei was a little sour. He was often alone in his childhood, and he stayed alone with his parents. Of course, this was a long time ago. He didn't worry too much about it.

"My parents are very tired running the company. It's not that my parents work so hard. Do you have such a good life..."

Liu Dongwei didn't listen to the mother and son's gag, but looked at the old lady and recalled the past.

When I was that child.

Little children, held by their mothers, are climbing in the mountains, enjoying the sound of clear springs and the breath of mountains and forests.

Carefree, like a child.

Today's mother, because of dementia, is also carefree like a child. The roles have been reversed, and she has become an adult, and she has become a child.

This made Liu Dongwei very guilty, and decided to take her to play and enjoy to his heart's content today.

After some mountaineering and fun, I finally came to the destination of this trip, which is too imaginary.

"Taoist temple? This is your destination."

Ye Langmei muttered.

Liu Dongwei looked embarrassed, and said: "Yes, take Mom to see, and ask the experts here if they can see the 'treasure' hidden by Mom."

"treasure?"

Liu Dongwei told Ye Langmei what happened before.

This made Ye Langmei dubious, especially when it came to the white tiger, she didn't know how to believe it.

It was so miraculous that she was unwilling to believe it until she saw it with her own eyes.

Liu Dongwei didn't say anything about it. Although his wife had never stopped him from paying tribute to Hanshan Temple these years, he also knew that his wife didn't believe in strange powers and chaos.

She only believed in what she saw!

But Ye Langmei also respected Liu Dongwei's 'faith', but she didn't stop Liu Dongwei.

"Forget it, let's take my mother on a trip, what else can I say."

"My wife, you are so kind..."

"Humph."

After the four of them entered the Taoist temple, the Taoist was in the pavilion of the Taoist temple, writing with ink, with four cups of elegant light tea beside him.

It seemed that they knew when and when the four of them were coming, and the temperature of the warm tea and water was just right.

"Please."

The Taoist is very young, but he has an indescribable natural temperament.

Ye Langmei felt that it was really like that. When the old lady saw Li Wei, she actually smiled.

It's like an innocent child seeing the lovely and rare things in the world.

Ye Langmei exclaimed: "It's been a long time since she laughed."

Memory loss, cognitive loss, dementia are such cruel diseases.

I forgot to cry, forgot to laugh, my emotions gradually lost, and finally became an empty shell without any interior.

Now, she seemed to remember to laugh, and saw something or someone who could make her laugh.

"Master."

Seeing his mother smiling, Liu Dongwei also felt extremely refreshed. Even if he couldn't ask for any 'treasures' this time, the trip was worth the money.

The joy of making my mother continue to laugh is worth it...

"Here, Daoist, can you help my mother see where her treasure is... Oh, hey, what are you doing pinching me!"

As soon as Liu Dongwei asked out, Ye Langmei pinched him, those eyes seemed to tell him 'wealth is not in vain'...

"It's okay..." Liu Dongwei pressed down Ye Langmei's hand and said, "Master Daoist, if I can really find the treasure, I will thank you again!"

"Hahaha, if Pindao cares about thanking gifts, why should he tell you about treasures?"

Li Wei said indifferently: "The poor way is all about seeking the Tao and the heart, and there is no temptation to put worldly money on the poor way. If you have to say something like this, you might as well say, inject a thin fragrance on the poor way, and give me this quiet and lonely place." It will be good if the Taoist temple adds a scent of incense."

Liu Dongwei was inexplicably convinced by the feeling of aloofness and innocence, and he nodded at this moment.

"Then what should I do?"

"Let your father drink this cup of warm tea first." Li Wei handed a cup of warm tea to Liu Dongwei's mother.

Ye Langmei just thinks it's amazing, her old mother is demented, and even the water has to be fed by others, how can she take his tea...

Unexpectedly, the old lady actually took the initiative to pick up his tea.

Even under the stunned expressions of Ye Langmei and Liu Dongwei, after she drank the tea, she laughed and said, "Okay...tea..."

"She... isn't she demented!" Ye Langmei said in shock.

"A flesh and blood body is a shell." Li Wei said with a smile, "And what drives this flesh and blood body is the soul."

"Flesh has form, but soul has no form. Things that flesh and blood may not necessarily remember, the soul must remember."

After drinking a sip of tea, the old lady's voice also surfaced in Li Wei's heart.

Little by little, intermittent sounds.

[Treasure...home...in the box...baby...my baby...]

Li Wei took a sip of tea and said, "The poor Taoist already knows."

"The priest, where is my mother's treasure... buried?" Liu Dongwei asked nervously.

"In your hometown."

"Old home?"

Liu Dongwei said bitterly after hearing this: "The village in my hometown is so big, how do I know where it is?"

This is looking for a needle in a haystack!

Ye Langmei also thinks this is the answer to the God of Taiwan, it means that the treasure is hidden in the hometown, the hometown is so big, how to find it...

At this time, Li Wei said after thinking for a moment.

"Wait."

After all, Li Wei went to the backyard to pick it up and took out a picture scroll.

Li Wei said with a smile.

"You take this picture scroll back to your old home and old house, then open this picture scroll, and then the treasure... will reveal itself."

Chapter 65 Hanshan Monk

Liu Dongwei's family took this scroll and went down the mountain in a daze, completely dazed.But then he didn't think about it so much. There are only so many opportunities for the company to come back. If it is something valuable, then the company can survive and tide over the difficulties.

In fact, there are still other ways for companies to overcome difficulties, such as transformation and embrace of new technologies.

But for a company that has been in operation for more than [-] years, it is too difficult to transform and embrace new technologies. It is far from as simple as filling a hole with a sum of money...

With all kinds of thoughts, Liu Dongwei and the others left the Taoist mountain.

Li Wei looked at their backs. The 'Fortune' on their bodies all showed traces of being scrambled for luck by that treasure, only the old man did not. Absorb and gradually decrease.

"What kind of treasure can absorb people's fortune and luck, and make those who have no blessings suffer from bad luck."

Li Wei rubbed his chin, a little curious about what this treasure that can swallow and absorb merit is.

...

Baihe, 48 years old, male, is from Guoan.

At this time, he was heading to a place called Hanshan Temple, followed by a local police guide, Wang Haiqiang.

"The eminent monk of Hanshan Temple, Master Kongwen, is a rare practitioner who has solved many major and important cases of supernatural events." Baihe said while reading the materials of Master Kongwen: "It's just that I don't know about it recently. For some reason, I went crazy..."

"You still have to pay attention to these things about practitioners? Didn't you say that you can develop laissez-faire?"

Wang Haiqiang was a little taken aback.

"Generally speaking, we don't need to worry about it, let it develop naturally, and they generally won't affect the social order."

Bai He narrowed his eyes and said: "But it's different now. There is something that can drive a Youdao practitioner to go crazy, but it's not an ordinary thing. We have to find out the situation."

After finishing speaking, Bai He and Wang Haiqiang came outside the Hanshan Temple.

It is not the first time for Wang Haiqiang to visit this temple, but his impression is really not deep. After all, this temple is really luxurious...

"Many local rich people have membership cards here. I heard that only those who hold the membership cards can get the blessings of the temple."

"Tsk tsk, the Buddha's heart is outside, but people's hearts are inside. This temple is really luxurious."

Looking at this luxurious temple, Bai He just wanted to say that this monk really knows how to make money.

But at this time, this luxurious temple has a sense of desolation, an indescribable loneliness.

There are no novice monks guarding the gate, only a piece of withered vines and old trees, dim yellow crows.

Unlike the resplendent temples, the interior of this temple is already in a mess, with traces of being rummaged in many places, and it has not been cleaned for an unknown amount of time.

Just at this time, a monk was coming out of the temple with big and small bags, and there was a large and small golden Buddha and a necklace of beads in his backpack.

This fat face, protruding ears, and a dignified monk looks a little ridiculous now, and he looks really embarrassed when he runs away.

After seeing Wang Haiqiang in the police uniform, the big and small bags that the monk was carrying fell to the ground in shock.

"me..."

"Huh?" Wang Haiqiang squinted at the monk with evasive eyes: "What are you? Where do you want to go with these things?"

"Mr. Police Officer, I just took back what belongs to me, and I definitely didn't take any extra cents."

Wang Haiqiang's professionalism of the police was directly on the body, and he said lightly.

"If you don't take a penny, then the things in your bag are worth a lot?"

"I...I... this Abbot Kongwen has suppressed our wages for several months, and I haven't paid back my mortgage yet! I can't take something to pay off the debt!" The monk couldn't help but said: "Forget it, I'm afraid If you don’t want it, then don’t, it’s really unlucky, what kind of monk came to this poor place.”

Speaking of which, the monk put down the Buddhist beads and wooden fish, and ran away in a hurry.

Wang Haiqiang didn't chase after him either, but just said.

"This monastery for practitioners is full of smoke and fire, and it can even be punished for arrears of wages..."

"A person who cultivates the Tao should have a calm personality. Most of the practitioners belong to the sect of the world. Most of the disciples are enthusiastic about worldly affairs and pay great attention to the situation. There is not much tranquility in speech and behavior, but a lot of The desires of ordinary people in the world." Bai He said lightly: "Cultivators are also human beings."

This made Wang Haiqiang less awed by the unknown for ordinary "practice people".

Of course, deep down in his heart, he still feels that the one who looks like the one in Taixuan is the real 'practice'.

Chongxu and calm, detached from the world, but also in the world.

And the superb means, frankly speaking, when Bai He showed him the means of a practitioner, he was not surprised at all, on the contrary, he felt a little 'that's it'.

If that's the case, isn't the immortal Taoist in Taixuan even more mysterious?

Just as the two were thinking about each other, they had already reached the front of the temple. Although it was already a mess, there were still monks stationed inside.

Among them is a sweeping monk, who is confining the messy temple alone. Judging by the gray robes on his body, he is not a very senior monk.