Ye Su had been cultivating in the Zhishou Abbey since he was a child. After that, he traveled around many countries and saw that Haotian Taoism was highly respected. He always thought that it was natural and never thought that faith could be understood in such a way.
He wanted to kill this blasphemous Taoist with one slap. However, he suddenly thought that although the skinny Taoist's words were unpleasant, he could not find anything wrong with them if he thought about it carefully.
So he kept silent for a long time.
The sparrows at the bottom of the stone steps woke up because of the stifling atmosphere. They chirped twice, flapped their wings, and ran away to hide in the shadows of the autumn trees.
Ye Su woke up from his silence and looked at the skinny Taoist expressionlessly. He said, "Please continue."
The skinny Taoist looked at him and smiled. He said, "In fact, at least 90% of the Tangs are believers of Haotian Taoism. However, they are different from the believers in the South Jin Kingdom and the Kingdom of Song. They do not have the patience to participate in missionary activities. Therefore, if you want to strengthen their faith in Haotian, missionary activities are not the best way."
Ye Su said, "Then what method should I use?"
The skinny Taoist said, "The people of Haotian Taoism value morality, so they pay attention to the consistency of their words and actions. However, for missionary activities, words are never as good as actions. As the master of the abbey, if you can get close to your neighbors and take the initiative to help them when they are in trouble, such as carrying water and drying food for them, then through your daily words and actions, you can show Haotian's kindness and love. This is the most effective way to teach the Tangs."
Ye Su was deep in thought.
The skinny Taoist patted his shoulder with his empty hand and said, "Other than the Great Divine Priest of West-Hill, not many people can witness Haotian's miracles. Ordinary Taoists like us are the representatives of Haotian in the world. If ordinary people want to feel Haotian, they have to feel us."
Ye Su was enlightened and said, "That makes sense."
The skinny Taoist sighed and said, "It has been 23 years since I left West-Hill. Although the Tang Empire is not as glorious as other countries, I am happy to guard this small Taoist temple. I heard that in other countries, the Taoists are tyrannical and the envoys sent by the Divine Hall are even more arrogant and extravagant. How can people truly respect Haotian? The only thing left is fear. Those Taoists are not the representatives of Haotian, they are the shame of Haotian. "
Ye Su did not want to discuss the affairs of Haotian Taoism in the secular world. He looked at the bowl of noodles in his hand and said, "If you don't eat, the noodles will get cold."
Only then did the skinny Taoist remember that he had a bowl of noodles in his hand. He quickly handed it to him and said, "This is for you. If you don't eat your fill, you won't have the strength to preach."
Ye Su quietly looked at the bowl of noodles in his hand and suddenly said, "I'll try your method."
A drop of rain suddenly fell into the bowl of noodle soup.
Ye Su and the skinny Daoist looked up and saw raindrops falling from the sky.
An autumn rain fell without warning.
The late autumn rain was out of everyone's expectations. The intensity of the rain was even more rare. Some of the neighbors next to the small Taoist temple thought that the rainy season was over, so they didn't repair their roofs. The sudden attack of the rain caused the roof to leak.
After eating the noodles, the autumn rain gradually stopped. The skinny Daoist brought Ye Su and two little Taoist boys to the street and began to help the neighbors to drain the water and repair the roof.
Ye Su had done many things, such as freezing the world with a sword, laughing at the messengers of the Underworld in his life, and ignoring all the trifles of the secular world above the clouds. However, he had never repaired the roof damaged by the autumn rain. So when he climbed up the stairs to the roof and began to clean and replace the black tiles, his movements seemed a little clumsy.
However, he was after all the first person in the younger generation of Haotian Taoism. His sister Ye Hongyu, whom he ignored indifferently, was known as the Tao Addict in the West-Hill Divine Palace.
So he became more and more skilled in removing the tiles and wiping the oars, and his speed became faster and faster. The neighbors below the wooden ladder who were responsible for helping him changed from one to four, but they still couldn't keep up with his speed. Gradually, in the streets after the autumn rain, people subconsciously surrounded him. They looked at the flying tiles on the street and watched him smear the mortar like he was painting mountains and rivers. They let out exclamations from time to time.
Hearing the exclamations and exclamations from time to time in the streets, Ye Su's face was expressionless. He didn't feel proud because of this, because this kind of thing wasn't difficult at all. He only calmly and silently removed the tiles and smeared the mortar. He just did it casually, just like what he did in the past.
The puddles on the street evaporated into steam by the autumn sun, shrouding the houses. The trees that had lost most of their leaves dozed off in boredom by the street. People looked at the secular Taoist from the small Taoist temple on the eaves and enjoyed the scene in front of them, so they didn't notice the scene on the street.
A plump figure walked out of the water vapor formed by the rainwater.
Chen Pipi walked along the stone street, stepping on the rainwater, and walked to the periphery of the crowd. He looked up and squinted at the figure on the eaves. It didn't take long for him to recognize the person's face. His originally half-squinted eyes suddenly opened wide, the rims of his eyes red, and tears flowed down.
He looked at Ye Su on the roof and shouted in a trembling voice, "Senior Brother!"
Ye Su was on the roof, using bamboo ropes to tie some wooden sticks that had been separated from the eaves. Hearing the voice from outside the crowd below, he slowly turned his head.
He looked at the fat young man outside the crowd, and an extremely sincere smile appeared on his usually emotionless face. He said happily, "You've come?"
Chen Pipi looked at Ye Su on the roof and said with tears streaming down his face, "Senior Brother … what happened to you? Have you also been expelled from Taoism? Is that person really so cruel? "
Ye Su's expression was slightly stiff, as if he had become a gecko on the roof that had been dried by the sun.
Chen Pipi was still sad, looking at him with tears streaming down his face.
Then he noticed that Senior Brother Ye Su's left foot on the wooden ladder didn't seem to touch the surface of the ladder at all. Then he noticed that the clear sunlight after the rain sprinkled on Ye Su's light white robe, emitting a very faint and clean luster, like the luster of jade.
Chen Pipi then realized that Senior Brother's state was much higher than when he was in the temple. What shocked him even more was that Senior Brother was in some kind of turning point at this moment.
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The small Taoist temple was facing the street, with an archway and eaves, and there was a shadow in the sunlight after the rain. The two stood in the shadow. Ye Su looked at Chen Pipi's round face and let out a sigh in his heart.
Chen Pipi looked at the faint luster on Senior Brother's body, suppressing the shock and fear in his heart, and said in a trembling voice, "Senior Brother, what medicine did you take to get into such a situation? I have been keeping the Heavenly Power Pill. If you really want to try to break the realm, you must tell me first, don't eat it blindly. "
In the path of cultivation, the further one went, the more difficult it would be. Just like climbing a dangerous peak, the last few steps were always the most difficult distance. As the successor of Zhishou Abbey, Ye Su had already walked to the deepest part of the path of cultivation more than ten years ago. It was easier said than done to go further on this foundation.
So when Chen Pipi looked at Ye Su on the roof, who was stepping on the wooden ladder as if he was stepping on flowing clouds, and his robe was faintly shining, he thought that Ye Su must have taken a shortcut.
Of course, Ye Su did not take medicine, not even the most precious pills of Zhishou Abbey. Because since the beginning of cultivation, he had always believed that once a cultivator relied on the assistance of external forces, then he would never have a chance to reach the real shore in his life.
It was not until Chen Pipi said it twice in a row that he realized something was wrong.
Standing in the shadow of the small Taoist temple, Ye Su silently looked at the houses and markets near and far. He silently felt his Taoist Heart, and found that his state, which had been rigid for more than ten years, actually trembled and a crack appeared. He could not help but be shocked speechless.
Chang 'an was indeed not an ordinary city.
At this moment, the nameless small Taoist temple welcomed another guest.
This guest was a young girl in a green Taoist robe.
Ye Hongyu looked at her brother on the stone steps, and her body trembled uncontrollably. Then, her eyes turned red, and two streaks of tears flowed down her beautiful face silently.
Ye Su looked at his sister under the stone steps and frowned slightly. He said with some disgust, "Why are you crying?"
Ye Hongyu's clear eyes overflowed with more tears, but she did not reach out to wipe them away. Instead, she looked at him stubbornly and discontentedly and said, "When he cries, you are moved. When I cry, you scold me."
Ye Su's frown deepened a little.
The only thing that could compare to Haotian's Divine Light was a human's vision, which could focus on one point and illuminate the world she wanted to see. Ye Hongyu looked at her brother with grievance and stubbornness, like a little girl who was scolded by her brother for stealing her roasted sweet potato. Her gaze fell on Chen Pipi, full of hatred.
Chen Pipi lowered his head even more obediently.
Ye Su looked at her coldly and said, "Who are you? How dare you stare at my Younger Brother so rudely? If you do this again, I will dig your eyes out."
Ye Hongyu did not seem to hear what he said. She still looked at Chen Pipi with hatred, as if she was looking at a dead man. However, her eyes were not dug out, because Chen Pipi, who was extremely guilty, spoke at the right time and dissolved the awkwardness in front of the stone steps of the small Taoist temple.
Ye Su looked at Chen Pipi and said with a smile, "I haven't seen my Teacher for some time. I think he should still be in the South Sea. As for why I came to Chang 'an, there is naturally another reason."
Chen Pipi asked curiously, "Senior Brother, what reason?"
Ye Su said, "I came to see Xia Hou."
After a short pause, he looked at Chen Pipi and said calmly, "And also to see Ning Que."
He was the successor of Zhishou Abbey and a World Wayfarer of Haotian Taoism. Now he did not cultivate outside the world, but stepped into the mortal world and came to Chang 'an for such a simple reason.
If the rumor was true.
If Ning Que was really the son of Xuanwei General Lin Guangyuan.
Then he was very likely to be the Son of Yama that the Divine Priest of Light had mentioned.
Although Haotian Taoism denied the Divine Priest of Light's opinion more than a decade ago, and the bloody storm did not last until the end, Ye Su did not believe it.
Because he was on the other side of the black line that year when the omen appeared.
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(A friend has come from afar. I want to receive him. I hope I can drink happily.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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