Chapter 368: The distinguished guests gathered to make new tea, and asked the real guests to enjoy themselves

He works from morning to night, sweeps the yard, refines his magic power and cultivates his supernatural powers every day for more than a month.

On this day, Gu Qingyuan did not sit facing east as usual, just to pick up the ray of purple air coming from the east that seemed real and illusory. Instead, he gathered his magical power, swept away the dust, and cleared the fallen leaves from the old trees in the temple.

When they arrived at the temple, they opened the door wide to welcome the distinguished guest. Gu Qingyuan had already expected that a cultivator would arrive, a great Buddhist or Taoist monk.

Such orthodox figures of the Xuanmen sect are, of course, different from the likes of Wang Hao and Gao Song. They are worthy of making friends. Most of them are not cruel and value their reputation. Unless they are blinded by calamity or blinded by greed, they generally will not do anything dirty. Moreover, this is the first person with whom Gu Qingyuan can discuss Taoism, and he should not be neglected.

As the saying goes, save when you should save, spend when you should spend, fight when you should fight, and kill when you should kill. The demonic cultivators are naturally the latter two. Now that the orthodox Xuanmen has arrived, Gu Qingyuan is also prepared.

Canxia Mountain is not very vast, nor is it a blessed place, but it has its own unique atmosphere. What makes him most happy is that he found an old tea tree on the steep cliff at the back of the mountain. Tea is the gentleman among waters, and with this treat, he will not be inferior, nor lose face.

So he set up a big pot, lit the fire, and roasted a pot of new tea, getting three pounds and two ounces of the finished product. Three pounds of it were carefully sealed in a jade box to prevent it from getting damp, and the rest were placed on the table to make the scene look more presentable.

Thinking of this, Gu Qingyuan couldn't help but examine himself. He was the reincarnation of that thought. He was born from that thought that illuminated the universe, and he had reincarnated several times in this world. As the saying goes, people are shaped by the land and water they live in. Unconsciously, his temperament had also changed a little.

Looking at the sun, Gu Qingyuan arrived at the gate of the temple. He stood there for just a moment when a figure walked slowly along the mountain path. He was not surprised to see someone coming out to greet him, but just slightly quickened his pace.

"I am a poor monk seeking the truth. I trouble you to wait for me for a long time."

The big monk climbed to the front of the pavilion, bowed slightly, took a look at Gu Qingyuan's face, was shocked, and then joy burst out.

"It is indeed the orthodox Xuanmen who has practiced for many lifetimes. The aura is pure and not polluted. There is a hint of anger. It seems that the magic power has not yet reached the deepest level. It is still to recover the Taoism."

Qiu Zhen looked again and found that the method of looking at qi was blocked by a golden light, and even the anger disappeared. He was slightly stunned and thought to himself: Wrong, wrong, it turned out that it was a true saint of merit who came to the mortal world and came after experiencing calamities. That magnificent merit in humanity is really extraordinary. Could it be that a great man made a move in that calamity and then condensed a body of an immortal who could ascend to heaven?

The big monk looked at Gu Qingyuan, and Gu Qingyuan was also looking at him. This monk Qiuzhen was not tall and strong, but he had a bodhi mind and was approaching the level of an immortal. If he could accumulate external skills for a few more years, he would be able to shed his old energy and use the great aspiration method passed down by the Buddha to ascend to the upper realm through the back door.

The cultivation in this world is similar at the low level but a little different at the high level. It is roughly divided into three paths: Yin God, Yang God and Yuan God. The cultivation is difficult and there are different levels of cultivation. There are unconventional ways, in which one can only cultivate a Yin God, escape into the void, withstand the burning of the sun and the blowing of the cold wind, and pass the catastrophe of becoming an immortal, then one can become a wandering immortal.

There are also those with pure Yang Qi who can quickly transform into Yang God, shed their pure Yin nature, and become Yang God. After going through the thirty-nine thunder disasters, they can also become a wandering immortal.

As for the most mysterious, orthodox and most favored by the Xuanmen, it is still the harmony of yin and yang, adhering to the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit, to achieve the great way of the primordial spirit of the innate god, to be a wandering immortal on earth, to ascend to become a celestial immortal, and to have powerful magic power.

Although Yin God, Yang God, and Yuan God all belong to the path of becoming immortal and have the same realm, they have formed their own contempt chain. Yuan God despises Yang God, Yang God despises Yin God, and Yin God despises the scattered and scattered paths. In addition, there is the unique path of Buddhism, with the Buddha paving the way for future generations, and for the opportunity to escape, relying on the great aspirations of Buddhism, relying on great magic power, great good results, giving up the mortal body, and becoming a Bodhisattva Vajra, Arhat Buddha, making good wishes and good deeds, saving all living beings, and achieving positive results.

"So you are Master Qiuzhen. Gu Qingyuan of Fulong Temple has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come in and have a chat."

As Gu Qingyuan spoke, he stretched out his hand to invite the monk. He felt a trace of energy pulling him. He knew that the monk was looking into the energy, so he concealed the good deeds of the people who accompanied him and took back the energy that he had deliberately leaked. When he saw the change in the monk Qiuzhen's expression, he thought it was settled.

He is not very famous now and barely recognizes many people. His roots still need the endorsement of one or two righteous people. Whether he needs to gather information or bury his roots, he can use this monk Qiuzhen.

Qiu Zhen investigated openly without hiding anything, which showed that he had no ill intentions. Gu Qingyuan was also happy about this. Although he had a natural dislike for Buddhism, that came from the fact that he was a monk who did not seek for fate but only for the source in his previous life. He had no ill intentions towards truly good people who could do good deeds and gain good results.

Qiuzhen chanted the Buddha's name, and the two entered the temple together. As soon as they entered the backyard, the great monk spoke: "This temple is quiet and peaceful. Although it cannot be considered a sacred place, it has a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere. I think the layman should be the Taoist priest Huode. When the fire energy entered the temple, there was no sign of anxiety in the courtyard. He must have truly mastered the three tastes of cultivation."

There was a Chinese parasol tree in the courtyard. Gu Qingyuan placed a wooden square table with two straw cushions under it and led the monk to sit down. He said, "He is just a Taoist who plays with fireworks and a monk who burns fire. He is not worthy of being a Taoist priest of fire virtue. He can only do some hard work of manipulating real fire and hammering tools. He is just a blacksmith."

Qiuzhen's eyes lit up. It is easy to learn the art of refining tools and elixirs, but difficult to master them. Gu Qingyuan was modest and calm, so he must be quite capable. He then sat down.

"I see that you value the quality of your power more than the quantity. I guess you must have been reincarnated not long ago and your wisdom has only been awakened for a short time. Why don't you see the person who guides you and protects you?"

Gu Qingyuan also sat down, shook his head and said, "I am a lonely person, I don't have many relatives and friends. This reincarnation has been demented for more than ten years. I have just discovered my true nature and solved the mystery of this womb. In this life, I only have one master, but he has passed away."

After saying this, he laughed at himself and said, "They say that the king is alone, and this cultivator is also alone. After a hundred years, I will be free from the mortal world, and all the worldly ties will turn into dry bones in the tomb. When the calamity comes, everything is determined by fate, and it is beyond our control."

Qiuzhen sighed, he had lived longer and seen a lot, he saw many people who gave up their homes and careers to become cultivators, and there were also those demons who cut off their worldly ties by killing their entire family just to avoid being entangled in cause and effect and being dragged down by fate.

"What you said makes sense, fellow Taoist. It is said that if one seeks immortality, everyone is alone. If one seeks to ascend to heaven, everyone is alone. How can it be called freedom?"

The most frightening thing when meeting someone for the first time is to talk too much. Gu Qingyuan may not really be sighing, but Qiu Zhen is really sighing. Once he starts talking, he can't stop.

As the parasol leaves slowly passed by, the two of them talked about sex and all sorts of things under the sun. For a moment, both the host and the guest were having a great time and they seemed to be much more familiar with each other.

(End of this chapter)