I'm really not a Daoist!

Chapter 11 Incompatible moral concepts (4k for collection)
Zhao Qing's Chinese character face looked so upright, and he said with a three-pointed tenderness: "Fellow Taoist is a Taoist disciple, and the poor Taoist is also a Taoist disciple. We are all disciples of the Sanqing, so naturally we have to take care of each other when we go out.

Who can travel Kyushu without encountering difficulties?

Seeing that Fellow Daoist is very young, he should have gone down the mountain to practice. Pindao also came from this stage of Fellow Daoist, and thanks to his seniors taking care of Pindao, he did not experience too much hardship when he was traveling.

My Taoist sect pays attention to passing on the torch from generation to generation. The seniors in the past helped the poor Taoist. Now that the poor Taoist meets a fellow Taoist, he naturally wants to help you.

Whether you are short of money, want to eat, or want to stay for a few days, no problem! ! "

Zhao Qing had a smile on his face, looking at Ji Bofu as if he was looking at his own nephew.

Ji Bofu's frown deepened, and he could tell that what Zhao Qing said was true.

But it was precisely because these were true that it made his heart palpitate even more, but the anger in his heart had gradually dissipated.

Ji Bofu also noticed that Zhao Qing probably thought that he was right in his heart regarding the matter of old man Li's daughter. Such a person has his own set of rules.

In other words, what Zhao Qing did was the code of conduct in this world, and his behavioral habits and inner moral values ​​have always been inherited from the previous life, and even though the moral values ​​have declined after passing through this life, they still have the same The morality of this world is very different.

He himself can be said to have stood on the moral high ground of this world.

But in order not to leave a pimple in his heart, and to prevent unnecessary blood on his hands, he still had to ask.

"Fellow Daoist, Pindao just saw an old man and a dead woman at the back door, don't you know?"

Zhao Qing's complexion remained unchanged, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth, he said nonchalantly: "Seeing that friend Daoist looks so serious, I thought something happened, so it turned out to be this matter.

Fellow daoists are still young, and when you reach the age of poor daoists, you will know the pain of not being able to improve your cultivation base.

It's just some double-cultivation methods, using the virgin yin to nourish one's own cultivation.

The poor way pays money, the surrounding villages give people people, and the business is innocent, but the poor way will never bully the weak! "

Ji Bofu frowned and said, "But...but the people in the village don't care?"

Zhao Qing waved his hand and said: "Pindao didn't tell them to send people over. The poor Daoist just let the words out. As for those untouchables, they can't survive themselves. The money given by the poor daoist who sent a girl is enough. They have had enough to eat for a month, fellow Daoists, you don’t know that several villages around have set up shrines for poor Daoists!!”

Speaking of this, Zhao Qing couldn't help feeling a little complacent.

"Has the morals of the world become so corrupt?"

Ji Bofu muttered to himself, he wanted to go back to the mountain.

It is too scary to see the whole picture at a glance, such a chaotic world of mortals.

Ji Bofu turned and walked out of the middle hall, with a small expression on his face, he walked out of the gymnasium.

"Fellow Daoist? Why did Fellow Daoist leave?"

Just as Zhao Qing wanted to chase him out, he suddenly looked up in horror.

rumbling~

A thunderbolt as thick as a bucket fell from the sky and struck him precisely. The thunderbolt as thick as a bucket collapsed the entire nave, and the tall statue of the Sanqing God also fell to the ground and was buried in the ruins.

"If you think about it, Patriarch Sanqing would not be willing to accept offerings from such a beast!!"

Ji Bofu left the gymnasium without looking back.

According to the moral concept of this world, Zhao Qing is undoubtedly not wrong, after all, he was given money.

As he himself said, he at least made people have enough to eat, and Ji Bofu was willing to believe that someone in the surrounding villages built a shrine for him.

But it is a pity that Zhao Qing met him.

His moral concept is different from this world, so it is natural to judge Zhao Qing according to his own moral concept.

"Pindao really doesn't fit in with this world!!"

Standing on the street with people coming and going, Ji Bofu felt a very strong sense of alienation in his heart.

Looking at the numb crowd, he seemed like an outsider who couldn't get in.

I don't know how long it took, the apricot-yellow Taoist robe gradually submerged in the crowd, but the apricot-yellow Taoist robe was so conspicuous in the crowd of coarse linen clothes.

"It would be great if there were saints in this world, then the poor would not have to see these dirty things anymore!!"

Ji Bofu is naturally unwilling to be those saints. He knows what kind of material he is. He is destined to become a fairy, not a saint! !
Although he didn't want to be a saint, he hoped that a saint would appear! !

Originally, Ji Bofu's heart was very heavy, but he soon put these heavy thoughts behind him.

Ji Bofu came to the inner city, and only after entering the inner city did he realize that the outer city where he was just now was a poor area.

Compared with the outer city, the inner city is much more prosperous.

The cries of small vendors on the street are endless, the flow of people is obviously brighter, and the silk and satin are gradually increasing.

Compared with the numbness on the faces of the people in the outer city, the faces of the people in the inner city are full of smiles, and they look very lively.

"it is good!!"

“Good~~~”

Ji Bofu was wandering aimlessly, and the sudden bursts of applause in front attracted Ji Bofu's attention.

When I stepped forward, I saw that someone was doing tricks on the street.

There was a middle-aged strong man holding a plate of hemp rope in his hand, and boldly shouted to the surrounding crowd: "My next Zhao Erhu first arrived in Guibao Land, and today I will perform a family heirloom fairy rope for everyone. The field, some people support the field."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged strong man closed his eyes tightly, pinched the Yin Jue with his hands, stomped his right foot on the ground, and then suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted: "Shenxian Suo, get up!!"

Throwing the hemp rope upwards in his hand, the hemp rope stretched upwards as if it had life.

The hemp rope, which was obviously three feet long, continued to extend upwards, and quickly disappeared above the clouds in front of the public.

The miraculous scene frightened the people around for a moment.

Ji Bofu was taken aback when he saw this, then turned his head and walked away after a "啛" sound.

Originally, I really thought it was some magical technique, but it turned out to be just a blindfold.

A three-foot-long hemp rope is standing in the air, but above three feet is a serious deception, or an illusion.

Ji Bofu didn't have the slightest intention to expose this cover-up. If he hadn't stepped into cultivation, he would have been as enthusiastic about it as the common people.

The Zhao Qing just now was in the realm of night excursions, and this middle-aged strong man who used deception is also in the realm of night excursions.

The two have the same level of cultivation, but their lifestyles are completely different, so he admires the strong man who lives honestly.

After getting away from the juggler just now, Ji Bofu continued to stroll on this bustling street.

Along the way, there are people selling candied haws, people breaking big stones in their chests, and people playing monkeys. The whole street is very lively.

"Pleasure Inn!!"

Ji Bofu suddenly stopped at the door of an inn, looked up at the words Yuelai Inn, and was speechless.

"It really deserves to be the number one inn in the heavens and ten thousand realms, it's amazing!!"

As soon as he walked into the inn, a boy with a towel on his shoulder came over with a nod and bowed his head and said, "Master Xiao Dao, do you want to stay at the top or stay at the inn?"

"Have a meal!!"

"Come on, Master Xiaodao, please go the second way."

The servant led Ji Bofu up to the second floor.

The second floor is not empty, there is only one guest.

Ji Bofu found a seat near the window and sat down, and said, "Two catties of sauced beef, two catties of mutton, and two plates of stir-fried vegetables!!"

"Come on, two catties of sauced beef, two catties of mutton, two plates of green vegetables, would you like a pot of tea?"

"Need not."

"The little Daoist, please wait a moment!!"

After the servant went down, Ji Bofu looked aimlessly at the flow of people on the street, and when he caught sight of the guest at the other table on the second floor, he was suddenly attracted by a strange weapon.

That strange weapon is similar to a long spear with a sharp-edged tip in the middle, but there are two branches on the side, bent upwards into a crescent shape, and connected to the gun body below. Each is 31 centimeters long, with a tip of 25 centimeters long.

It is said that this is a spear with crescent blades on both sides, and it is said that it is Fang Tian's painted halberd, but it is quite different from Fang Tian's painted halberd.

This weapon is very strange, and its owner is even more strange. It is a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome face, a head of thick black hair loosely scattered behind his back, a bear waist and a broad back, and his long arms reach his knees.

Anyone who sees it should shout out what a man who stands up to the sky! !
It's a pity that this man is now grabbing a table full of meat and eating like crazy. The huge beef stick bones are swallowed into his mouth without even chewing a few bites.

Ji Bofu could hear the sound of the ox bone being crushed by his teeth even ten meters away from him.

Martial arts cultivation base is not low! !
Ji Bofu instantly judged that this is a martial arts practitioner, the martial arts training method is one, and the second is eating.

Practicing martial arts requires a lot of food essence, but ordinary food contains low energy, so naturally you need to eat more.

It is not a lie to put ten bulls on the body of martial arts practitioners, but a true portrayal of the truth.

Of course, there is no need to eat so much if there are natural treasures that contain a lot of essence, such as Ji Bofu's Lingya rice.

Obviously this young 'man' doesn't have such natural resources, so he can only use this way of eating a lot to maintain his daily cultivation needs.

Ji Bofu watched the little brother wipe away the food on the table, curled his lips and said inwardly: "Tsk tsk tsk, it's a good thing that poor Taoist cultivates Taoism and Qi, otherwise he spends half of his day on eating." , Pindao can’t stand it!!”

"Poor culture and rich martial arts, the ancients did not deceive me!!"

According to this way of eating, who can withstand the ordinary common people.

Want to stand out?
Then go practice martial arts! !

If you want to practice martial arts, you have to eat well first, otherwise the physical wear and tear will leave you alive and dead! !
But eating well requires money, but how can the poor be rich? ?
Ji Bofu inexplicably sensed the reason why ordinary people are always used as firewood.

As for cultivating the Tao?

Don't be kidding, if martial arts is something that ordinary people can still touch, then cultivating Taoism is something that ordinary people can't touch in their lifetime.

Not to mention ordinary people, even some big families can't get in touch.

Unless it's a powerful family! !
"Master Xiaodao, your food is here!!"

Ji Bofu didn't wait for a while, and the servant came up with a tray.

"Hey, take your rice away, poor people don't eat rice!!"

After the servant had all the dishes served, he was stopped by Ji Bofu and asked him to take the rice with him.

Is this little Taoist sick?
Although the boy complained in his heart, he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction on his face, and went down with the rice with a smile.

"The rice is also served in Daoist's mouth?"

Ji Bofu took out a bowl of fragrant Lingya rice from the Qiankun bag with his backhand.

He still has a lot of stock. What he grows on the mountain is Lingya rice. After each harvest, he puts it into the Qiankun bag, so naturally he will not lose his mouth.

"Hey, it's almost time to harvest the wheat, and I don't know if Master will help me harvest the wheat!!"

Holding the fragrant Lingya rice in his hand, Ji Bofu couldn't help but look in the direction of Xiangfeng through the window.

The Lingya rice he planted behind the main hall is almost at the harvest season. In the past, he planted and harvested it himself. Now that he is gone, his fairy-like master doesn't know if he will take care of it.

When he thought of the scene where his fairy-like master was wearing a Taoist robe, rolled up his sleeves, and cutting wheat with a sickle, he felt that it was against harmony.

The two really don't go together.

Hey~~
After shivering suddenly, Ji Bofu started cooking.

I went down the mountain yesterday evening until noon now, and I only ate a bowl of Lingya rice during this period. I also shot several times during this period, and I feel a little hungry.

Fragrant sauced beef and fresh mutton are paired with Lingya rice.

Fragrant!

Tender!

For a moment, the taste buds seemed to explode.

Ji Bofu had tears in his eyes for a moment.

12 years, a full 12 years! !

He finally ate everything except animal milk, Lingya rice, and Lingquan water.

Drinking animal milk from one to five years old, after the age of five, his daily food is Lingya rice plus Lingquan water. Although these things are things that ordinary people can't eat, but Lingya rice has no fragrance. the taste.

After drinking milk for five years and eating white rice for seven years, today I suddenly tasted beef and mutton, which is so refreshing! ! !

Ji Bofu, who was being inhaled by the storm, suddenly froze, and a wolf-like gaze was staring at him, and the aura full of blood was firmly locked on him.

Looking up, the young 'man' was staring at him like a hungry wolf.

No, he was staring at the Lingya rice in his hand! !

　Mengxin is on the road, please collect and recommend! !

　　


(End of this chapter)