After Becoming a Taoist

   Chapter 413 The Red Dust has its own Red Dust

  Yin Cong came from Louguan and is said to be a descendant of the real Yin Xiwen.

   His own Taoism is not low, he is familiar with Taoist classics, and is good at yin and yang in arithmetic.

  Li Dandao was originally related to Louguan. Before, he wanted to hug Qihuizi's thigh, but now he doesn't have to, so he didn't want to get acquainted with Yin Cong.

   Although Yin Cong saw Li Dandao, he had no intention of coming forward, not to mention that Li Dandao was already planning to leave.

   At this time, Wang Yan had just emerged, and his body was slaughtered, so he couldn't do anything hastily. Many disciples were also busy, and they didn't have a big blind date with Yin Cong.

  This strange abbot from Louguan, how can he compare to Wang Yan, who got along with them day and night and sheltered the Taoists without harming them in the troubled times at the end of the Sui Dynasty?

  Wang Yan was awarded the title of Doctor Jinzi Guanglu by Emperor Wen of Sui before his death, but these are all false names.

After    dissipated his exercises, he looked like a thin, haggard old man, and there was no trace of it.

  Wang Yan is a monk who came down from Mount Hua, and he will also be transported to Mount Hua for burial at this time, so he has to do some anti-corrosion work.

  Li Dan said that he went out of the Xuandu Temple, and there were still many pilgrims outside.

   Princess Dongping sighed: "An immortal like Wang Yan can't escape life and death, let alone mortals like us."

  Li Dandao remembered the Changsheng Pill from Shang Pharmacy, and said, "If you want to seek immortality, you must first cultivate morality. Cultivation does not necessarily have to be in Taoist temples, or in the world of mortals."

   "The mortal world has its own affairs." Princess Dongping got into the sedan chair.

  Li Dandao watched her leave.

   also wanted to leave, but at the entrance of Daxingshan Temple, a monk stopped Li Dan and said, "Little Taoist priest, has Wang Yan ascended to heaven?"

  Li Dan said nothing, and the monk murmured, "It seems it's gone." Then there was a burst of sadness.

   Li Dandao returned home and followed Li Baojing, and Li Fude told the matter.

   "It's not difficult to write poetry." Li Fude said, "Is it so easy to just recognize the clan?"

  Li Baojing said: "You don't need to take care of this. This ancestral house in Jingyang County, when I am alive, I must ask him to repair it."

Li Dandao explained to Li Fude one by one: "Princess Dongping's son followed King Qin's expedition, and we are actually pulling this line. You don't have to worry about it, uncle, but please don't forget that the original intention of serving the people's well-being, don't step on it. On the shoulders of the people, and on the head of the people."

   Li Fude said solemnly, "What do you think of me?"

   "Uncle, you can become a sage, but Mencius said that the non-sages have these four hearts, and everyone has them, and the sages should not lose their ears."

  Li Fude remembered the grievances who told him about the grievances in the examination room, and then thought of the "Remorseful Records" that had only been written on a topic and had not yet been written.

   Immediately swiped and splashed ink, and wrote a few big characters: If sage and benevolence, how dare I?

  Li Dan said that seeing that the effect has been achieved, he has nothing to say.

   On the second day, Li Fude traveled with the students, admired the scenery, and obtained several poems. The writing was brilliant, and the poems were written down, even weighing several kilograms.

   One of the songs: Climbing the ancient city wall

   The reclining railings are empty of condolences, and there is no eternal sorrow

  Where there are 3,600 carp tails, thousands of miles of rivers turn into dragons

   even more pressure on the students, as the leader of the poem, praised by many students, vying to copy.

   Then, invited by Princess Dongping, he hosted a banquet for guests, and wrote a preface on the spot, like the preface of the ancient orchid pavilion.

  Fame together, like dry firewood and raging fire, means that there is no vacancy under the reputation, Confucian scholars who are too learned, come to the door one after another, and the powerful and powerful in the capital invite each other with the courtesy of the scholar-officer.

   And the fame this time is also destined to be spread longer than the last time he was famous in the capital with Buxu Ci.

   But Li Dandao doesn't care much about these things. The matter has helped Li Fude to get here, it depends on Li Fude's own ability.

   But Li Fude does know how to market himself and has become the dream lover of the elegant women in the capital. After all, his appearance, although he was said to be less interesting than Li Dandao, was still a little white-faced compared to other young talents.

   And Li Rong, after Li Dan gave the gift, returned home that night and was still scolding endlessly.

   Only those younger brothers and sisters hugged him tightly: "Where have you been! Where have you been! I miss you so much."

   In the night, I fell into a dream for a long time. In a square room, many people suddenly appeared around me.

   "Oops, Doctor Chen, long time no see."

   "Doctor Wang, I haven't finished talking about the symptoms of typhoid fever that I discussed with you last time!"

  Li Dandao opened up the right of activity in the dream world for them a quarter of an hour before get out of class and a moment after class, no longer passively sitting in a sitting position and unable to control themselves, only listening to lectures.

   A total of more than 50 people, noisy together.

  Li Rong was a little scared, where is this place?

   However, while waiting for the class bell to ring, he was completely out of control and sat in the first row.

   An old man with a white beard pushed open the door without any textbooks.

   "Discuss the case today."

"Zhu's epidemic and filthy evil. Inhaling from the mouth and nose. Distributing the three burners. Filling the consciousness. It is not the pathogenic factor of wind and cold. It is not a stagnant disease. Therefore, it diffuses and dissipates. That is to violate the precept of robbery. Not the same. Now sore throat and red rash. Tongue is like vermillion. Spirit is restless at dusk.

  Li Rong listened to the fog, what is this? Stumbled past this class.

   During the fifteen-hour break between classes, many doctors immediately began to discuss and ask questions.

   Li Rong asked boldly, "Excuse me? Where is this?"

   "This is the Xiehe Dream Classroom, aren't you Doctor Bell?" A Kapok asked in surprise.

  Li Rong shook his head, thinking of Li Dandao's figure.

   "Forget it, but since you're here, you're a classmate, let me tell you..."

   However, a quarter of an hour passed quickly, the bell rang again, and I went to the front seat again.

   This class is a young Taoist who talks about the knowledge of meridians and acupuncture points. Li Rong was directly recruited to be a mannequin.

   "It's weird here."

   After waiting for the class to pass, another Taoist with a wretched face came in not long after that, but he was talking about the identification and properties of medicinal herbs. Li Rong felt that he was like a rat stealing food.

  After three classes, everyone walked out of the classroom, and as soon as they went out, they disappeared.

   Li Rong also went out, and then woke up from the bed.

After a long time, Li Rong touched his body, pressed a few acupoints, and murmured: "Baihui fell to the ground, the tail will not return home, Zhangmen was hit, ten people were killed, nine people died, Taiyang and dumbmen ,

  I will definitely see the King of Hell..."

   Li Rong was very intelligent, and he even repeated what he heard in his dream word for word. Although he did not understand the meaning, he could ask.

   The beginning of a new day, Li Rong's eyes were no longer gloomy despair, a little hope emerged, some of which were young people's longing.

   "Is this what he gave me?" Li Rong thought to himself while rubbing the peach wood seal carved by Li Dandao.

   (end of this chapter)