The heavens start from Maoshan

A cultivator should not deliberately seek merit.

Taoism is natural, doing something with obsession and purpose, how can it be natural with traces of man-made everywhere.

Mao Jundao said: 'The Tao is not famous, it is mixed with virtual spirits, and the virtual spirits are not ignorant. There is a relationship between existence and non-existence, existence and intangibility, non-existence and emotion.

Everything is fine.

to say request.

Those who seek the Tao, sit and recite the Yellow Court, remove the false and preserve the true, give birth to golden light, reflect my body, make alchemy to protect my life, protect my body with a jade talisman, wear a golden seal and honor it, and retain the name of the immortal mansion.

Those who seek good deeds have received it on behalf of others, give fish to others, enjoy helping others, do not be afraid of ascetic practices, do good deeds in this life, accumulate blessings in the next life, have good deeds, and become immortals.

Zhang Heng cultivates Taoism and seeks longevity, but he doesn't just want to be a meritorious immortal.

So he does good deeds, not for merit, but for peace of mind.

With merit there is, without merit there is no.

Merit is not the basis of his good deeds, nor is it the purpose.

Anyone who thinks that he has other plans for doing good deeds is very wrong.

He does it just because he wants to do it and can do it.

If you don’t want to, and learn from Patriarch Sanmao, stay behind closed doors, devote yourself to cultivating the Tao, and ignore the mundane world, isn’t it true Fa?

The so-called birth into the world, that is the Buddhist saying.

Daomen, there is no such mandatory regulation, the so-called red dust experience, that is if you want to go, it is not necessary to go, and it is not necessary to go, not to go.

If you don't want to go, hide in the mountains, devote yourself to cultivating the Tao, the Taoism is complete, the feathering has risen, and you are still free in the world.

Unless your initial purpose is to cultivate meritorious deity, or turn into a ghost immortal after death.

Otherwise, it doesn't matter if the merit is more or less.

......

first meet.

Zhang Heng could see that Ninth Uncle had a good impression of him.

Coupled with Zhang Heng's ability to speak, and holding the ninth uncle all the time, it is natural to feel at home.

"That old man Ren, who was buried for decades in a delicate tomb, sucked the blood of his close relatives, and turned into a zombie is really not easy."

"At the back, simply holding his breath is useless for him, it's rotten to give birth to something new, and both eyes can see things. If it wasn't for your uncle, I have superb skills, and I led it to my main home, Yizhuang, and I want to clean it up. It's not easy."

Three rounds of wine.

Uncle Jiu shook his head and told Zhang Heng about his experience dealing with Grandpa Ren some time ago.

After he finished speaking, he felt that he was also an apprentice. Zhang Heng was able to deal with Li Gui by himself, but his two apprentices were still out of tune and couldn't help but sighed: "My two apprentices, if I have three points from you, I will be satisfied. The two of them, they don't need to be in tune with each other, they don't know how to learn all day long, and they know how to play fish and jokes, and it hurts my brain."

Zhang Heng couldn't take it anymore.

Because if it doesn't matter anymore, that's also Ninth Uncle's own apprentice.

There is no relationship between them. If he is an outsider who can make do with it and point fingers at Ninth Uncle's apprentice, Ninth Uncle doesn't say it on the surface, and he doesn't know what to think in his heart.

After all, his own apprentice, his own guardian.

Outsiders, don't say bad things.

Chapter 50: Getting Closer

"Wine and song, life geometry."

"For example, in the morning dew, it is hard to go to the sun."

Ninth Uncle's drinking capacity is not large, so he took two pots of old wine and insisted on reciting a poem to Zhang Heng.

"Uncle Shi, you can still recite poetry, but I haven't accompanied you yet. Come on, let's continue drinking."

Three pots of old wine again.

Zhang Heng looked left and right, but saw no figure of the ninth uncle.

Looking under the table, Uncle Jiu has completely stopped eating, muttering in his mouth: "I want to ride, ride the wind, return, return... hiccup!"

"Cousin, help Jiu Shu to rest in the side room of the Taoist temple."

Zhang Heng's face was reddish, and nothing seemed to be happening.

"Good patriarch."

Zhang Zhentian helped the ninth uncle, and while walking, he whispered to the ninth uncle: "Ninth uncle, you can't go back. You can't go anywhere today. I'll help you go back to your room to rest."

Watching the backs of the two leave.

Zhang Dandan scratched his head a little: "Senior brother, I know you are massive, the water dragon king is reincarnated, but you can't drink like this. If you drink your uncle, how will you explain it to your master when you come back?"

Uncle Jiu spent his whole life slaying demons and defending the Dao, but being drunk to death on the wine table is a no-brainer.

When the new uncle came to the door, the old father-in-law did not pour in like this.

"You think I think so!"

Zhang Heng stretched out a finger.

The Chu Meiren who was hiding in his arms, turned into a paper ghost, and kept trying to get out of the collar pressed back: "It's not for it, can this thing be seen by my uncle?"

Zhang Daring looked at the paper ghost, thinking of its terrifying aspects, and shuddered uncontrollably.

"Wait until the evening, invite all the rich and powerful people in the town, open nine tables in the backyard of the Taoist temple, and introduce Shishu to everyone."

Zhang Heng took a sip of the tea and added, "By the way, didn't someone come to Master to see Feng Shui before Taoist Temple?"

"You can't wait for this kind of thing. Now that the uncle is here, introduce the pilgrims to the uncle, and let the uncle help to see it first."

"So many times..."

Without waiting for Zhang Heng to continue, Zhang Boldly figured it out, and said flatteredly: "If you repeat this repeatedly, the uncle should go. Brother, no one will know about your raising ghosts."

"Is there really no one?"

Zhang Heng looked at Zhang Dadan.

Zhang Dandan was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth and continued: "Senior brother, I am an upright person, and my mouth is very strict. I will definitely not say anything when no one asks me."

"Anyone ask?"

"If someone asks, they won't necessarily say it."

"Ok?"

"I mean, if I don't say it, how will other people know that I know, and if I know, how can I hold back from saying it."

Zhang Dandan became more and more panicked. He said that he didn't know what to say after that, and quickly changed his words: "Senior brother, in fact, you don't need to be too serious, we are asking the gods, and asking gods to control ghosts is our housekeeping skill. What is the difference between not allowing us to raise ghosts, and not letting the corpse drive away the corpse, and not letting the feng shui line show feng shui, if you take that thing and use it to do more good deeds in the future, it’s too late for the teachers and teachers to be happy.”

With a gloomy face, Zhang Heng continued to frighten Zhang Dadan: "Really?"

Zhang Bingdan said with a sad face: "Senior brother, just trust me once."

"Humph!"

Zhang Heng snorted coldly: "Uncle, if he knows about my raising ghosts, whether it's what you said or not, I'll take it as it is. When the time comes, you kid can ask for more blessings on your own."

After speaking, Zhang Heng raised his brows again: "Clean up the table, wait for me to do it?"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Zhang Dadan was busy with his work.

"When will you take me to the provincial capital?"

As soon as Zhang Bingdan went out, the paper ghost flew out with a swish.

"Wait a few more days. When my uncle leaves, I'll arrange the family affairs and take you to the provincial capital."

After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he grabbed the paper figurine in his hand and stuffed it back into his clothes: "Don't run around when you have nothing to do, it will scare people."

night.

Nine tables were opened in the Taoist temple, and all the well-heeled people in the town came.

The ninth uncle, who had just sobered up, was pulled to the wine table again. Zhang Heng took the crowd to hold him for a while, and the laughing ninth uncle disappeared, not to mention his face.

No wonder.

Don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face, there is Zhang Heng as the host, let alone his uncle.

Even if you invite a deer and point at it and say it's a white dragon horse, everyone will only applaud.

"Ah Heng, you folks are really good. When you have the opportunity in the future, you will come to Renjia Town, and I will treat you well."

Zhang Heng was older, and he wasn't his apprentice. Uncle Ninth didn't treat him as a child, so he spoke more casually.

"Okay uncle, I will definitely go back."

Zhang Heng agreed immediately.

In the next few days, Jiu Shu either drank tea and played chess, or went to a banquet with others.

When he is free, someone invites him to look at Feng Shui, move his house to Yin, and take action one by one more generously.

After three or four days, Ninth Uncle was a little reluctant to think about Shu, but he couldn't leave home after all.

"Ah Heng, it's been a few days since I came out, and the two evildoers don't know how much trouble they have caused."

"I'm going to go back and have a look. Before I leave, you can accept these two talismans. With these two talismans, you can still parry some ghosts."

Before leaving, Ninth Uncle gave Zhang Heng two magic talismans.

But just like what he said, that is to leave Zhang Heng with the strength to fight. After all, no matter how good things are, it depends on who uses them.

Using Zhang Heng's magic power to activate the talisman is not the same as using the talisman personally by Uncle Jiu. When facing ghosts and zombies that are too powerful, at most it will cause some trouble for the other party.

Otherwise, if the masters wrote a few more magic talismans and let the disciples in the Qi refining stage hold them, wouldn't they be able to hunt down ghosts and zombies all over the world.

"Thank you, uncle."

Zhang Heng happily put it away.

You must know that before Master Xu left, he didn't leave him a talisman, a powerful talisman such as the divine fire talisman.

On the one hand, he felt that he couldn't use them, and on the other hand, Zhenren Xu was not good at drawing talismans. He didn't have a few of these talismans, and he brought them all to the north to deal with the imperial zombies escorted by Daoist Qianhe.

"Let me know if you're missing a talisman in the future."

"Your uncle, I come from the talisman lineage, and I am best at drawing talismans. As the saying goes, I specialize in art. I ask myself whether I should be better than your master in talisman."

After speaking, as if it felt inappropriate again, Uncle Ninth added: "Of course, in terms of asking God to control ghosts, I can't compare with your master."

Zhang Heng knew what Uncle Ninth meant, because he was afraid that he would think he was suppressing Xu Zhenren, so he smiled and said, "Uncle, I understand the truth."

"The manpower is exhausted, and the ocean of learning is boundless. It is difficult and difficult for ordinary people to be proficient in one vein. In the world, how many people can be proficient in several veins and Taoisms?"

"My master, you are the master of the line of God, and you are the master of the line of Fu Lu."

"What they have learned is different, and there is no precedence. They are all looking for fellow travelers on the road."

Ninth Uncle's eyes brightened, he didn't expect Zhang Heng to have such an opinion.

For a while, I couldn't help comparing Qiu Shengwen's talent with Zhang Heng. The more I compared, the more discouraged I became, and I sighed: "When I go back this time, I must let those two scoundrels learn from you, by the way, if you have any The idea of ​​​​cultivating the talisman lineage, be sure to write to me, and I can give you some pointers."

"Thank you, uncle."

Zhang Heng responded with a smile.

After Uncle Ninth got into the car, he stood there and thought for a moment, then called the old housekeeper: "According to the rules of Uncle Qian, triple the amount for Uncle Ninth."

Every time Qian Zhenren came to be a guest, Zhang Heng never let him come back empty-handed.

Premium cinnabar, premium yellow paper.

Game, fruit, tea, snacks, satin fabrics.

Although he has no money, he has everything in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, which is enough for ordinary people to last more than a month.

Talk about relationships, talk about relationships.

How did human feelings and relationships come about? That's how they move around.

No one is immortal.