Chapter 3532

Liuxian temple in Zhongnan mountain.

The revised Taoist priest has been practicing for 20 years since he was forcibly accepted by Jesus Wuji.

After twenty years of spring and autumn, the correction once called erhu had no shadow of the former local ruffian youth. He inherited the mantle of the master's miracle doctor chivalrous, simple and fairy.

Zhuo Yang, with a vest and big trousers, leaned against the recliner and drank the fried green before the Ming Dynasty in a purple clay pot mouth to mouth.

"Correction, I heard that you were taken into the mountain by the master and hung on the tree for a month before you listened. Is it true?"

The corrected corner of his eye jerked, but his expression was still trying to be calm.

"False."

"Oh?"

"Played for two months..."

"Poof, aha, haha ~ ~"

I can't fix it. I'm gnashing my teeth.

Zhuo Yang smiled enough and looked at his big body.

"You are really resistant to beating. Two months... Fuck, don't you hate your master?"

"What's the use of hating or not? I can't beat him."

Zhuo Yang smiled again, wiped the water stains on his chest and continued to blow the purple clay pot.

He stroked the beard on his face and blew a breath at the cicada crying desperately on the poplar outside the window, but the distance was too far, and the cicada ignored him.

"Martial uncle, I'll bring you the accounts of the temple in the past year. Have a look?" although he said so, the correction didn't mean to move any place.

"No." Zhuo Yang waved his hand. "I'll give you the Liuxian temple, and I'll give you both inside and outside."

The incense of Liuxian temple is very prosperous. It can't stop the pious people from giving alms. Coupled with the poor Zhou Ji of Zhuo family, the temple is actually very rich.

However, like his master, ye Wuji, he is a person of pure cultivation. He has no other expenses except for food and clothing. The money is curiously redundant here.

Correction is the only disciple of Lao ye and the only heir. Zhuo Yang can trust him. Don't say he doesn't spend much money. Even if he is a meat and wine Taoist or even a flower Taoist, Zhuo Yang will let him spend how much money as long as he doesn't do anything harmful.

I'm older than Zhuo Yang. I'm 40 years old. According to his seniority, he should be called Zhuo Yang's "elder martial brother", because wujizi and Wuji all call Zhuo Yang's "elder martial brother".

However, since the beginning of the 20-year journey to the mountain, Zhuo Yang was called "Uncle" by the master's order. In addition, Zhuo Yang was not a serious member of the Taoist sect, so a "martial uncle" was both passable and smooth.

Last year, Zhuo Yang advised him to find a wife, also called daolv, to live together in the temple.

Today's Taoism in China is divided into two schools, Quanzhen and Zhengyi. The Quanzhen religion not only abstains from drinking, meat and meat, but also "breaks off wine, lust and wealth, climbs up love and worries."

So marriage is impossible.

However, the Zhengyi school, which is mainly based on talismanic fasting, has a lot of grounding. It does not need to become a monk, but can also get married and have children.

Ye Wuji pretended to be from Quanzhen Yushan sect. Of course, it was nonsense, and Quanzhen sect never recognized him. But obviously, his origin and his relationship with the sheep in the dream can really rely on the Quanzhen school.

Now, under the operation of Zhuo Yang, Liuxian temple has been officially included in the list of Chinese Taoism, but it does not belong to Quanzhen, Zhengyi, or the Liuxian sect alone.

Liuxian Taoist temple does not cultivate Quanzhen pills or revise one's seal characters, but cultivates the Taoist mind and pursues the origin of the universe, but don't ask the future for doing good deeds.

Zhuo Yang doesn't practice Taoism, but he is a matter of the Liuxian temple. With him, no one can move the Liuxian sect, which is one person and one crown. From Zhuo Yang's point of view, he doesn't want to stay in the immortal temple and practice hard. Isn't it fragrant to practice in the world of mortals?

But what kind of master there is, what kind of apprentice there is. In addition to Biye's disease-free love and cleanliness, three conversions and five precepts are more rigorous than Biye's disease-free. Zhuo Yang advised him to marry a wife, Shuangxiu, and said it for nothing.

When he was a teenager, he was a local ruffian and villain in the village. He was also a fish out of the net. He was a little unlucky. Now he has been shot and killed for more than 20 years.

Twenty years ago, I was hung from a tree and beaten for two months. It was exquisite. It was a reborn beating, from the skin to the heart.

Even if ordinary people had nine lives, they were killed in two months, and the amendment was whipped to clean up their sins and violence. Ye Wuji is well intentioned, and he is not an ordinary person.

Anyway, since he is the only descendant of Lao Ye's younger martial brother, Zhuo Yang is bound to maintain the view of revision and retention of immortals. This is not only the most peaceful place in his heart, but also the place where he remembers the six immortals.

"Fix it, or take some disciples," said Zhuo Yang.

"It depends on fate to accept disciples."

The revised answer is very reasonable, and Zhuo Yang can't refute it.

In the past two years, many literary and artistic youths, forced youths and ordinary youths with frustrated feelings and career came to Liuxian temple in admiration of their names, hoping to join the temple and worship teachers for practice, but they were all corrected. After being entertained and delicious, they kicked out, and none of them stayed.

Zhuo Yang has no choice. He can't force him to marry his wife and accept his apprentice.

Correction came over to fill Zhuo Yang's purple clay pot with water, and then sat back in the rattan chair and tilted his legs.

"Martial uncle, I feel you have changed a little... Different."

"Well, I learned something about football."

The correction nodded: "in the next year, you will encounter a lot of resistance in football."

Zhuo Yang was surprised: "Oh? What do you mean?"

"Martial uncle, do you know why my master became immortal?"

"In order to save me, I used up the yuan God."

"Not all of them." the amendment said, "master, he didn't belong to this world. He came here to change his life against the sky. These are actually against the way of heaven, which can also be understood as... Against the rules of the universe."

"Since then, my master took himself as a tripod, refined the vitality of the universe, cultivated your life for martial uncle, and completed his Taoist heart. Doing so is even more against the rules."

"Therefore, under the heaven, he needs to pay a price. To save your life, he needs to use his own life to compensate the heaven."

This is very metaphysical. Zhuo Yang doesn't practice Taoism and doesn't quite understand the cause and effect, but he believes that there is no need to deceive him or scare him.

"What do you mean... My life will be worried for the next year?"

"It's not so exaggerated. Martial uncle, have you changed your life against the sky?" the amendment said: "but your change makes me feel that I may have broken some rules. Since it's football, Tiandao will have some compensation in football. Adding help to you is a kind of balanced compensation."

"Correction, I can't think of any big resistance in football. Sudden genius? Impossible."

"I don't understand football, so I can't be more specific, but there will be resistance."

"Only one year?"

"It should only be one year."

"Why?"

"Because of the way of heaven... In fact, they bully the soft and fear the hard. If they can't lower you, they will recognize you."

"Hahaha, then I won't worry." Zhuo Yang said with a smile. "I thought I was invincible and worried that football would be very boring. I would be happy if I had an opponent. I look forward to God's arrangement for me."

The correction blew again at the roaring cicada, but it still didn't work at all. Zhuo Yang twists the peanuts on the plate, and with a flick of his index finger, the peanuts shoot out of the window and hit the cicada accurately. "Zhihe ~ Zhihe ~" stops abruptly.

"Martial uncle, it's not good."

"It doesn't matter." Zhuo Yang stood up. "I went home for dinner. Your food is too light for me."

"Correction, don't learn from your master, you can't learn. You'd better find a wife and take some apprentices. Otherwise, take a female apprentice and be in place at one time."

"Martial uncle, it's not good."