novelapdf Chapter 255
Chapter 255
Chapter 255
As the Daolu Department of Dajing Dynasty, which manages the world's Taoist sects, it is the imperial government's yamen in name, but its status is so transcendent that one person is below ten thousand.
Under this person, he is not the emperor, but the teacher of the state!
Under the national division, set up the primary and secondary seals.
Under the positive and negative seals, there are left and right positive, left and right performances, left and right Zhiling, and left and right mysterious meanings.
Among them, the left and right are in charge of the state government.
At this time, Yunzhou Youzheng Wan Qiuyuan is sitting in the guest seat of Fuluan Observation Hall, serving tea and drinking tea, asking questions one after another.
The master of Fuluan Guan Guangqing accompanied him cautiously and responded to every question Wan Qiuyuan asked with vigor.
Wan Qiuyuan asked a lot, not even related to Fuluan Temple, but the customs of Qingshui County, even so, Guangqing still did not dare to be careless, carefully considering every word.In other words, he was casually asking about the Ji En Altar, when the light at the entrance of the guest hall suddenly dimmed.
Guangqing looked up, his eyes lit up, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The person who came was none other than Master Fuluan Guanzu.
"I've heard the name of Fuluan Guanyou Xuzi for a long time, but when I saw him today, it really is... Fellow Daoist Mingchen!"
Wan Qiuyuan got up to salute, and at the same time bluntly pointed out Mo Chuan's identity.
The words "Mingchen Daoist" made Guangqing look dazed, and he didn't dare to ask more questions, so he could only get up and stand aside.
"Poverty Daoist has heard of the name of fellow Taoist for a long time, and I am very happy to be able to see the demeanor today!"
Mo Chuan smiled slightly, bowed his hands in salute, and was not surprised by the intelligence capabilities of the Daolu Division.
"Fellow Daoist, you're welcome. It's so abrupt to go to the hall today to pay homage. I still hope for Haihan!"
The two exchanged polite greetings for a while, and then the guest of honor was seated.
I saw that Wanqiu was about forty years old in the first year of Wanqiu, with a goatee, wearing a bright yellow robe, and his cultivation was obscure. If you look carefully, it is a coincidence that he is similar to Mo Chuan, and it is more than 400 years old.
"Pindao heard that Guiguan donated the skill of ghosts and immortals to the Qingwei Palace. May I ask if there is such a thing?" Wan Qiuyuan said straight to the point.
"No, this is an exchange, not a gift." Mo Chuan corrected.
Gifting and exchanging may seem like little difference, but upon closer inspection, the difference is not small.
Gifting, at worst, can even be interpreted as malicious.
As for the exchange, that is what the two parties want, and it will be difficult to make a fuss about it.
"Oh, so, fellow Taoist, have you been to Fengdu Cave?"
Wan Qiuyuan's topic suddenly changed, which caught people off guard.
"I've been." Mo Chuan admitted generously.
Wan Qiuyuan's face was serious, but he didn't expect Mo Chuan to be so straightforward!
He glanced at Guangqing, and Mo Chuan understood, waved his hands back and forth.
When the hall was empty, Wan Qiuyuan asked again: "Dare to ask, how much do you know about Fengdu Dongtian?"
"Purgatory on earth."
"Fellow Daoist, have you ever come into contact with those monks?"
"After a little contact with those demon cultivators who wanted to borrow seeds, Pindao realized that something was wrong and tried to escape, and only then did he discover the scene of hell."
"Dare to ask, friend, did Dao Lusi ever know Fengdu Dongtian?" Mo Chuan asked with a serious face when he said this.
"Of course I know." Wan Qiuyuan nodded.
"Since this is the case, why not subdue demons and eliminate demons, and return the world to a bright future?"
"Why don't fellow daoists slay demons?" Wan Qiuyuan showed a smile with a teasing look on his face. This was clearly mocking Mo Chuan for his generosity to others?
"So, Master Guoshi is not as good as that monk?"
Facing Wan Qiuyuan's sarcasm, Mo Chuan was neither humble nor overbearing, he set up language traps casually, and cursed secretly in his heart.
Is this the generosity of others?
When your Daolu Division enjoys the offerings of the people, why don't you dislike the generosity of the people?
There is a Taoist poem that says:
No matter what the prince does not farm, Rigao still sleeps with his qin in his arms.
Get up and spin some gold to buy, without making money in the world.
This poem sounds so chic!
To some extent, it also describes Mo Chuan's behavior of "turning a stone into gold".
But Mo Chuan hated this poem very much.
Because he only saw the word "worm".
This is also the fundamental reason why he wasted his cultivation resources and wanted to support Fuluan Temple in setting up the "Ji En Altar".
"Fellow Daoist, are you joking? Master Guoshi is one of the rare masters in the world, how can he not be as good as that Demon Cultivator?"
Wan Qiuyuan's face froze, and without waiting for Mo Chuan to ask back, he continued: "You don't know something, the master of the cave is Tongtian. It's just that his lifespan is approaching, so he hibernates and sleeps with the secret method, lingering on his last breath."
"Although Dao Lusi can pull out the poisonous tumor, he will also wake up the demon. Once he has no hope of immortality, he will definitely vent his anger. At that time, Fengdu will definitely be destroyed."
Mo Chuan was silent, and sighed for a while: "It's a rare thing in the world to achieve both!"
Wan Qiuyuan nodded in agreement: "The Dao is impermanent!"
"Pindao heard that Qingwei Palace was attacked by a thousand-year-old ghost baby?" Mo Chuan changed the subject, and no longer entangled in the vegetarian meal for Dao Lusi.
"Exactly, this is also the fundamental reason why the poor Taoist came here." Wan Qiuyuan nodded, and asked solemnly: "The poor Taoist heard that the fellow Taoist wants to control ghosts?"
"That's true."
"The fellow Taoist can gain anything?"
"Qingwei Palace doesn't allow it, so where can I find the way to control ghosts?"
Wan Qiuyuan nodded, and said with a serious face: "There is one thing, let me be frank, no matter whether fellow Taoist seeks the way to control ghosts or not, this matter will stop here, and I hope fellow Taoist will not go to Fengdu Cave again. Qingwei Palace is a lesson from the past."
Mo Chuan frowned: "Poverty Dao doesn't understand, Qingwei Palace is famous all over the world for its thunder method, and also famous for its ability to control ghosts, how can it be so embarrassing?"
Wan Qiuyuan sneered and said: "Fellow daoists are all greedy for the profit of that ghost baby, so how can the master of the cave be a fool?"
Mo Chuan's eyes flashed: "So, those ghost babies all have owners?"
Wan Qiuyuan smiled but did not answer.
Mo Chuan took a deep breath.
Riqingzong, Riqingzong, you are really a demon sect. You eat life yuan alive and ghost babies dead.
"Thank you, fellow daoist, for making the special trip to remind me. Otherwise, Pindao might bump into me in the future." Mo Chuan stood up and bowed his hands in salute.
"It's okay, it's okay." Wan Qiuyuan waved his hand.
Afterwards, Mo Chuan asked about the details of the attack on Qingwei Palace, and Wan Qiuyuan didn't want to say more after mentioning a few things.
Seeing this, Mo Chuan could only give up.
The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Wan Qiuyuan immediately got up to say goodbye.
Mo Chuan sent out the audience with a polite gift.
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At the same time, an unexpected visitor also ushered in the backyard of Fengchao Shuanglong Temple.
"Don't you live in the emptiness, the emptiness is also dust! The mage uses a dry well to avoid the world of mortals. I am afraid that the more he avoids the karma, the deeper the karma will be. Why not go down the mountain to experience the world of mortals and go through the ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships to achieve the right result?"
An old Taoist priest wearing patches all over his body and wearing cloth shoes like a beggar walked slowly to the mouth of the well and looked up.
What he said was insane and half-speaking, it seemed really strange.
"You don't need a mirror to look at your face, and you don't need money to give alms. Sitting upright and reciting the truth, this is the Tathagata. When you come, you will come. Why do you come to be a poor monk?"
Master Shenquan sat cross-legged on the driftwood, expressionless.
"No fun no fun!"
The old Taoist shook his head and sighed, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Oh, old bald donkey, I heard that Shuanglong is dead, can the poor Taoist show the dragon's corpse?"
(End of this chapter)