Chapter 49 The Imperial Taoist Sect hates each other

The people who knelt in front of the altar and worshiped devoutly were still devout, but the people who were watching cheered in unison. This scene gave people the feeling of a juggler performing in the incense workshop, and the spectators were shaking in the middle. reaction.

The blessing and rain-moving ceremony officially ended, and the Taoist boys were preparing to move the altar and ritual items into the Taoist temple. Unexpectedly, the sky suddenly darkened and the patter of spring rain fell again. Sang Sang opened the big black umbrella with both hands, raised her little black face and gave Ning Que a proud look. The people around who were not holding umbrellas dispersed with a buzz, hid under the eaves of the street, and looked at those few people. Some embarrassed Taoist boys pointed, and even faintly heard the sounds of ridicule.

Ning Que looked at this scene and couldn't help but laugh. Suddenly he thought of something. When he looked at the old man who was hunched over in the drizzle, his eyes were filled with pity and shock.

He believed in his own eyesight. Those wooden sword talismans were not magic tricks, so they could only be... cultivation methods! Judging from the knowledge that old man Lu Qingchen taught him, even if this old Taoist has not entered the third level of spiritual practice, he has at least been immersed in the second level of perception for a long time!

Apart from Xiling, Chang'an City probably had the most practitioners in the whole world, but he never expected that he would meet a practitioner while walking around with Sangsang, and this person was about to enter the real world. Taoist priests even pitifully need to rely on these means to perform.

It's a pity that Taoism wants to recruit believers in this way, but Master Haotian they worship doesn't give much face. To be honest, even the saints who have entered the realm of distance and apocalypse that Lu Qingchen once mentioned are incapable of doing so. Calling for wind and rain, let alone an old Taoist priest with insufficient cultivation level.

Ning Que frowned slightly and looked at the Taoist temple's gradually closing doors, remembering something.

Haotian Dao is known as the only orthodox religion in the world, and its status is respected in all countries. Taoist temples occupy countless fields and never pay taxes. The priests of each branch are even more noble and highly respected. In countries like the River Kingdom and the Southern Jin Dynasty, when their kings ascend the throne, It even needs to be blessed and approved by the Taoist priest from Xiling.

However, looking at the ridicule and ridicule of the people who were watching just now, we can know that the status of Haotian Dao in the Tang Empire is far from being comparable to that of the same people in those countries. Although the priest of the South Gate of Haotian Dao was named the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty, the whole world knew that the relationship between the South Gate of Haotian Dao and Xiling, where the main body of Haotian Dao worshiped heaven, had always been inseparable. In the hands of His Majesty the Emperor, Xiling was completely unable to interfere.

There are even rumors that when the Tang Empire was founded, Haotian Dao was prohibited from preaching within the territory!

Logically speaking, Haotian Dao, which is known as the most orthodox religion in the world, has hundreds of millions of believers, and is extremely powerful, cannot endure such suppression and humiliation. In fact, they did not tolerate it. Everyone believed that when the Seventeen Kingdoms conquered the Tang Dynasty, There must be the shadow of Xiling Divine Kingdom behind the curtain of history.

At that time, the seventeen-nation coalition army, which was said to be one million, invaded the territory of the Tang Empire, but was directly crushed into pieces by the imperial cavalry that was as vigorous as the rising sun. Immediately afterwards, the army of the Tang Dynasty attacked Yanggu Pass like a wave and swept the world. , destroyed countless cities. After this magnificent battle, the so-called coalition forces dissolved like ice and snow, and the three kingdoms were directly conquered by the Tang Dynasty and became the three counties of Hebei Province today. These three counties were also the three counties that suffered the most when Emperor Taizu of the Tang Dynasty conquered the north.

The puzzling thing is that in this magnificent battle across the world, the Xiling Divine Kingdom has always stayed out of the matter, and the countless hidden strong men of the Haotian Dao Sect have never taken action. Perhaps because of this, when the forces were re-divided after the war, the Tang Empire did not deliberately launch another conquest against Haotian Dao, and Hao Tiandao finally gained the qualification to preach in the Tang Dynasty.

After this battle, the Tang Empire established its position as the overlord of the world. Haotian Dao still has the largest number of believers in the world. One is secular and the other is religious. They sit back and watch, both of them are disgusted with each other. Because they are not sure about each other, they pretend to watch. Without seeing each other, they gradually lost interest in doing things to each other.

This situation has been maintained for thousands of years, and it has not changed now. So Haotian Road is still high elsewhere. In the Tang Dynasty, even the smallest Taoist view must pay taxes. Everyone else is a believers in Haotian Road, and in the territory of Datang, even the south gate of Haotian Road, which was controlled by the court, thought that To solicit believers, he also had to make people feel sad to dispatch practitioners on the streets to watch the Datang Zimin ...

Walking in the rain and walking under the big black umbrella, Ning Que thought of the previous scene, and couldn't help shaking his head with a smile and said, "That old way is really pitiful, I don't know if the master of our Datang is in Will this be the same in the palace? "

Sang Sang was holding a big black umbrella with his right hand and shoulders. He held a piece of his wife on his left hand and didn't know which side stalls bought from the stalls.

"One side of the water and soil, one side of the city, to support one person, but the taste of human taste can also change the taste of the city." Ning Que replied with a smile: "It is better to say that Changan likes Changan."

Speaking of this, he suddenly frowned and said, "Three, four, seven ... eight."

Sang Sang stunned, stuffed his wife's cake into a small mouth, and quickly stretched his left hand to a certain position on his back. Ning Que frowned, took the heavy big black umbrella in her hand, and corrected: "No, it's still seven or seven."

"knew."

The stretching of the spring city, between straight streets, between the eaves and tall buildings, walking in the pedestrian in the gangsters under the umbrella, walking a large black umbrella like a black dust lotus. Under the big black umbrella, Sangsang held his wife's cake in one hand, and he kept tickling for Ning for one hand. The face of the two masters and servants was full of joy and satisfaction.

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In addition to selling umbrellas and making carriages, there are probably no business in the world who likes Chang'an City every year, the spring is no exception. Because of the accident that happened outside the side door a few days ago, the red sleeve move was forcibly suspended for a night without saying, and it also passed on some of the unpleasant auspicious words. It looks really deserted.

The girls who have a unique courtyard can not help but get together to get together today. After seeing Jane, they all gathered in the silk bamboo room to chat with melon seeds and chat time. In this case, this situation suddenly changed, and the laughter -like laughter was full of the lounges.

In a quiet room at the top floor, a man about forty years old looked at the scene and looked at the appearance of the girls, and couldn't help frowning and whispered: "One by one, one by one I really take myself as a young lady who is okay, Mongolian, ask Jane ... Remember to be more pleasing to the attitude ... Then who is the boy, if there is no history, he drives him away. It's not here to chat with him. "

"I advise you not to be thicker to the boy, because ... he is the last tenant in my."

At the small wine table, a middle -aged man looked at him with a smile and said, the sacrifice of the sword on his waist was quietly on the side. This person was the owner of all the shops in Lane 47.