Chapter 68 The worldly world wears down

The Taoist temple on the mountain is not big, and the mountain is not high. Compared with the school at the foot of the mountain, it is less grand, but it also feels a little more secluded.

There is a pair of plaques on the gate of the Taoist temple, with the four big characters of Yunshen Taoist Temple written on it. At a glance, the handwriting is loose and strong, and it looks pretty.

Chen Jiu looked at the handwriting and nodded, then shook his head. He felt that although the handwriting was good, it was still inferior to his own cursive script and needed to be improved.

The red-faced Taoist saw him shaking his head and didn't respond, he just thought he was epileptic and insane again.

The two went straight into the Taoist temple. The structure inside is not big, there are a few small courtyards, some flowers are full of flowers, and there are many pools. In this summer, there are lotus leaves, which give people a sense of coolness.

In fact, the structure of this pool is also very particular, corresponding to the stars in the sky, it is said to have the effect of condensing water transport, but the Taoist temple has been built for decades, not to mention water transport, and there are not even two algae, which wasted a lot of fairy money for the red-faced Taoist.

The red-faced Taoist was so angry that he directly crossed the state with his sword, and beat the ancestor of the Mo family in Zhongzhou who built the Taoist temple for him until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

The ancestor of the Mo family was beaten up, didn't dare to fart, sat there with a swollen nose and swollen face, finally sighed, and said plaintively: "Just treat it as being bitten by a dog."

As a matter of course, he was beaten again by the red-faced Taoist who came back again.

This has also become a joke between the big monks in Zhongsheng Shenzhou, but no one dares to say it in front of the ancestor of the Mohist family. After all, the old Taoist sword god is the only one in the world, and he is notoriously fierce in fights. , except for those few Wu lunatics who can be counted, who would dare to oppose him?

These monks can only talk about it, if they dare to tease this matter in front of the Mohist patriarch, then it is hard to say who will beat whom.

Most of the monks in the world are bullying and fearing the hard.

As soon as the two of them entered the Taoist temple, someone greeted them. It was a gentle and elegant middle-aged man with a wooden hairpin on his head and a sword on his waist.

The middle-aged monk looked at the two of them and asked with a smile, "Master, is this the new junior brother?"

The red-faced Taoist twitched the corner of his mouth, "This is the new little bastard."

Chen Jiu was stunned for a moment, and looked at the red-faced Taoist full of resentment, "Brother Yunchang, I treat you as a brother, but you treat me as a disciple. This is not appropriate."

The red-faced Taoist slapped Chen Jiu across the air, hitting the back of the head, making him stagger, and then cursed.

"Brother with a leg like grandma, do you deserve it too?"

There are really not many people in this world who can call the red-faced Taoist brothers and sisters.

Chen Jiu mourned and sat on the ground, not wanting to speak.

The middle-aged monk froze for a moment, then chuckled, it seems that this new junior brother is quite interesting, and the Taoist temple will not be lonely in the future.

The red-faced Taoist glanced at Chen Jiu, and said to the middle-aged monk: "This is your little brother, Chen Jiu, who likes to make jokes. If you get angry in the future, just slap him."

He looked at the young man again, "This is your senior brother, Tao Li, he has a good temper, don't be too angry with him, or I will give you a slap in the face."

Chen Jiu was taken aback for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Why do you beat me?"

He wondered again, "Then who should I hit?"

The red-faced Taoist snorted, "You can also slap yourself on the head."

The young man's face was full of grief. He really didn't expect that in this Taoist temple, he turned out to be bullied.

The middle-aged monk watched the old man and the young quarreling with smiles on their faces, and waited for the two to rest, then took the younger brother, who seemed restless, to the house inside, and found him a place to live.

Chen Jiu chose a room in the center. When the windows on both sides were opened, one could see the sunset and the sunset, and the scenery was excellent.

The middle-aged monk stood aside and said with a smile, "Master's temper is a bit grumpy."

Chen Jiu was lying by the window, just able to see Xiaguang, and he was in a good mood, and said with a smile: "Brother Yunchang is a little irritable, old man, understand."

He looked at the middle-aged monk again, hesitantly, but still asked: "Why don't we talk about each other, I will call you brother, and you call me uncle?"

The middle-aged monk grinned and laughed twice, "Forget it, I'm afraid you will be beaten stupid by Master."

Chen Jiu was taken aback.

Also ha.

He lay down by the window, a little depressed.

The middle-aged monk stood quietly aside, looking at the sunset and thinking about the old man.

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The Taoist temple is really not big, and Chen Jiu finished it in just half a day. Those pools can be called the most peculiar, varied, and there are even swimming fish and koi. Chen Jiu caught one, tasted it, and thought it was still not good. , too fishy, it should be that no ginger and garlic were added.

When Tao Li came to feed the fish at noon, he found that one of the fish he raised was missing. The middle-aged monk looked at Chen Jiu who was sitting beside him and the fish bones under his feet. He was stunned for a while and sighed helplessly.

Chen Jiu laughed twice, digging the fish bones together with his feet, as if telling a middle-aged monk, and said to himself: "Today is really lucky, I caught a wild fish in the pool."

Tao Li didn't say a word, and made up his mind to change these fish to raise them next to his house, otherwise all the fish in the pool would become the junior apprentice's lunch.

After the red-faced Taoist entered the Taoist temple, he stayed behind closed doors, not knowing what he was doing all day long.

The daily meals are prepared by Tao Li. The middle-aged monks are very good at cooking, and they are delicious, delicious, but there are really few people who eat them. After all, except for Chen Jiu, the red-faced Taoist and Tao Li have already bigu, and they have reached the level of the immortals on the mountain. The realm of fireworks in the world".

However, Tao Li, as a senior, is also happy to cook for his junior. Every day he cooks different dishes, all of which are grown by himself. Chen Jiu can't finish it all by himself, so he asks the villain in the mirror to come out to eat together.

One big and one small are also eating vigorously, chirping.

Tao Li was watching from the sidelines, and was also happy. As a senior, you always have to take care of your junior.

The Taoist temple was empty, and Chen Jiu was really bored, so he took the villain who turned into a mirror, water and moon, and ran up and down the mountain.

Chen Jiu and the villain like to watch the sunset together on the top of the mountain. The young man sits on the roof, and the villain sits on the young man's shoulders. The two of them actually don't understand it, but the villain likes to babble, and the little hands and feet are messing around. Gestures, like dumb words.

Chen Jiu watched the villain's gestures and guessed the meaning. If he guessed right, the villain would nod, and if he was wrong, he would shake his head.

Once, the villain made a fist with his left hand to make a circle, stretched out a finger with his right hand, and then inserted his finger into the circle of his left hand.

Chen Jiu was taken aback for a moment, then shyly said, "This is not very good."

Puzzled, the villain gestured back and forth twice to signal Chen Jiu to guess quickly.

Chen Jiu touched his head and smiled awkwardly, "It's really inappropriate."

The villain became more and more puzzled, shook his head, put the ring of his left hand around his waist, inserted his fingers in, and then pulled them out suddenly.

Chen Jiu was taken aback.

Damn, it turned out to be a sword drawn.

Chen Jiu shook his head, feeling really boring for a moment.

The villain persevered, climbed onto Chen Jiu's shoulder, and made gestures again, asking Chen Jiu to quickly guess.

In the courtyard of the Taoist temple, middle-aged monks stood by the pool, feeding the koi fish that swim in it, and looked at the big and small sitting on the balcony from time to time, with a slight smile on their faces.

The red-faced Taoist stood at the entrance of the Taoist temple, looked at the school at the foot of the mountain, glanced at Chen Jiu and the villain, and said badly.

"Two idiots."

After Chen Jiu visited the Taoist temples, he often liked to run down the mountain, just by the entrance of the school palace, teasing the two Xiezhi from a distance.

Chen Jiu once held a bone and gestured in front of two Xie Zhi. The two auspicious beasts watched him wield the bone with relish as if they were fools, and clapped their hands for him.

The young man stood there blankly, always feeling that something was wrong.

Since then, he never teased the two Xiezhi again, and ran directly to the academy.

The school palace is much bigger than the Taoist temple, and there are many schools of various schools, which means that a hundred schools of thought are contending, and there are even more students in it. Chen Jiu has been around for a few days, and he roughly understands it.

The one holding the book looks weak, most of them are disciples of Confucianism, with a sword on their waist, and their faces are full of evil spirits, and those who pull 250,000 to 80,000 are usually disciples of the military school, and those with a wrench on their waist are Mohists.

Chen Jiu thought Mo's school was not nice, so he asked someone else to repair it. When he saw it from a distance, he said to the little man on his shoulder, "Look, the auto repairer is here."

The little man on the shoulders also put his little hands on his waist, likening them to spanners, imitating the way that Mohist disciple walked, which is ridiculous.

Chen Jiu ran to the school twice in the past three days, and Tao Li was a little worried, fearing that his junior brother would do something in the school. Although the master was watching, it would definitely not be too much, but it would not sound good after all.

The red-faced Taoist looked calm, but advised Tao Li not to worry too much, "Your junior brother, you have resentment, not against a certain person, but against this world."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, "When you accumulate a lot of grievances, it's easy to go to an extreme, so you have to think about the few good things in this world, right?"

Tao Li was silent.

This world is indeed a bit rough.

There are not only numerous students in the academy, but also disciples of sects who come from afar to study. Anyway, when it comes to learning, most of them don't keep their secrets, and they can explain it when they ask.

It's just that the disciples of the sect have always been at odds with the disciples of the academy, and both sides look down on each other.

The disciples of the Zongmen thought that most of these school students were bumpkins from the mountains and fields, and they had no experience.

Xuegong students feel that the disciples of the Zongmen have inherited the blessings of their ancestors, and they have no ink. If they really want to learn, they will compare each other.

The two sides did not fight each other, but those who suffered were those honest and honest scholars from poor families.

The reason is simple, honest people are easy to bully, and they have no background, so who do you mess with?

Often the disciples of the Zongmen insulted these shabby students, paid some money, and talked to the legal scholars of the palace, and the two parties reconciled, and let it go.

After all, poor students come from poor families, and they come all the way to this school just to study, no one wants to cause trouble, and it's not good to make the family worry. Besides, the disciples of the Zongmen can send money back to their families to subsidize their families.

This is how the poor live, and they cannot help themselves.

But Chen Jiu couldn't see it.

So in the academy, he beat a senior sect disciple, knocked out his two rows of big teeth with one punch, spit out blood, and flew upside down for tens of meters.

The young man stood in the middle of the crowd with golden eyes, and looked at the fallen man coldly.

The shabby student who was bullied fell to the ground, his face was ashes, he just wanted to study and didn't want to cause trouble, so if he was bullied, he would be bullied. In fact, it's nothing serious, just being teased and shoved twice, getting up and patting the dust That's good, besides, I can pay myself some money afterwards, which can be regarded as subsidizing the family.

This kind of sect disciple with a huge background, why should he fight with others, and when he meets him, he can only flatter him.

The character of a scholar has long been worn out by the hustle and bustle of life.

Afterwards, the disciples of Legalism came and asked about what had happened before arresting the poor scholar and disciple of the Zongmen together with Chen Jiu. First, they went to the Criminal Law Hall to judge whether the matter was right or wrong, and the Xiezhi was useless. After all, it is also a small matter in the academy.

It's just that throughout the ages, this kind of judgment between two little people and one big person has often caused one of the little people to suffer.

The shabby scholar lowered his head, and only said that Chen Jiu had beaten him, without mentioning that the sect's disciples bullied him.

The disciples of the Zongmen smiled brightly, and looked at Chen Jiu fiercely, thinking that this person was so brave that he dared to provoke him. There are several scholars in the School of Palace Law, but they are all enshrined by their own sect!

The final judgment of the Legalist Criminal Law Hall only said that Chen Jiu alone committed the murder and should be detained in the legalist cage.

Chen Jiu silently put down the villain on his shoulders, and was escorted away by the disciples of the Fa school alone.

That poor scholar came out of the torture hall, clutching a large sum of immortal money in his pocket, tears streaming down his face.

The villain who turned into a mirror and water moon hurried back to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, already panting from exhaustion, pulled Tao Li's trousers, and dragged him down the mountain.

Chen Jiu sat in the dark cell, his golden pupils flickering on and off.