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Looking at the embarrassed young man, the old Taoist narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "I think you have dice hidden in you. You should be a good gambler. Master Tao, I happen to have this hobby, so I'll lose. Let's gamble. I'll take this jade trigger, and you'll take the ten Liang silver I owe you. If you lose two, you don't owe each other. If you win, you can take the jade trigger directly. Is that reasonable?"
Ten Liang silver and a jade trigger worth more than 50 Liang bet against each other. In any case, they took advantage of themselves. The young man is also a gambler. He is still confident in his gambling skills, or he won't take gambling dice with him. The old Taoist opposite is in his seventies and eighties. He can't walk steadily. It's estimated that he can't even hold the dice. What kind of gambling can he do?
This is to give yourself money. It's not cheap. There's a glimmer of greed in the young man's eyes. He hurriedly said, "it's a deal. Don't regret losing."
The old Taoist smiled at the young man and said, "never go back."
Seeing that the two were about to gamble outside the temple, the tall monk was not calm. He quickly said, "senior, this is a temple. How can you gamble here? The Buddha will punish the sin."
The old Taoist didn't care about the monk's advice. He said, "what sin should be punished? The Buddha wants to help all living beings. There are so many people in the world. The Buddha is too busy every day. How can he have time to care about our little things?"
The tall monk seemed to be clumsy at words. He was speechless by the old Taoist. He had to step aside and continue to read Amitabha and ask the Buddha for forgiveness.
After sending the tall monk, the young man took out his gambling equipment and gambled with the old Taoist on the steps outside the side door. The two ignored that this was a clean temple. For a moment, they listened quietly and attentively to the operation of dice in the gambling game. For a moment, they were red in the face because of a little disagreement. They knew that this was the backyard of the temple, and those who didn't know thought that there was a casino here.
Maybe the old Taoist priest was really good at gambling. After a few times, the young man lost all his money. He not only lost more than ten liang of his body, but also owed the old Taoist several liang of silver. Finally, he went down the mountain dejected and forgot that he had come to start a teacher to ask for guilt.
Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Qingyang couldn't help feeling that ten years later, master didn't leave behind the means of cheating, and the level of making thousands is still so high.
Shifu, Shifu is really still here. I haven't seen him for ten years. The old road of Songhe is much older than before. He has long eyebrows, sparse white hair, many old age spots on his face, and his original straight back is also hunched. If he comes back a few years late, he may not have a chance to see him again.
Resisting the agitation in his heart, Qingyang came forward and said, "you have a share, old liar. I saw your means just now. There is no five Liang silver to seal my mouth."
The old Taoist was about to go back when he heard the voice of Qingyang and suddenly turned his head. In a trance, he seemed to see his disciple coming towards him. He was stunned. However, I immediately thought that my disciple had not heard from him for ten years. How could he suddenly appear here?
Master Songhe couldn't help shaking his head. The older he was, the easier he was to miss the past. He was always in a trance. Could it be that the Lord of hell wanted to accept himself?
Master Songhe sighed in his heart, but showed no weakness in his mouth. He scolded, "where does the smelly boy dare to harm the master?"
Qingyang came forward and said, "old liar, I haven't seen you for ten years. Don't you know me?"
Qingyang's words stunned Songhe Laodao and hesitated: "are you a little miscellaneous hair?"
Seeing that master finally recognized himself, Qingyang suddenly felt an unspeakable emotion blocking his heart. His eyes were foggy. There were thousands of words to talk about, but he couldn't say a word.
Qingyang wanted to pretend to be calm. He didn't want to cry. He just made Shifu sad, so he deliberately stretched his voice just now. But when he came to Shifu and heard the familiar name, he couldn't stretch any more. His legs softened and knelt down in front of the Songhe Taoist priest.
Since he embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, Qingyang has been used to seeing life and death, has seen through the world, and his mind is much stronger than before. He once thought he would never cry easily again, but he still couldn't hold back when he saw master today, and the two lines of hot tears couldn't stop flowing down. Perhaps only when we face master will we unload all our burdens and all our disguises.
"Master, it's me. Qingyang disciple has come back to see you." Qingyang said.
Looking at the faint face in front of him and listening to the voice of deja vu, old Taoist Songhe didn't hesitate any more. The young man in front of him is the Qingyang disciple who has been pursuing Xiandao for ten years. Today he really came back.
The old Taoist Songhe groped for Qingyang's face with his trembling hand and said in a trembling voice, "it's really my Qingyang disciple. I haven't seen you for ten years. You have grown from a teenager to a youth. Shifu almost didn't recognize you. I thought it was a dream. I didn't expect you to really come back."
Qingyang wept and said, "yes, master, I can't forget master. Since I left master, I miss him day and night. Now I finally find a chance to come back to see you."
Hearing Qingyang's words, old Taoist Songhe suddenly turned cold, pushed Qingyang gently and said: "How did I tell you at the beginning? Since I have embarked on the road of cultivating immortality, I should go ahead and forget all the old customs. Although I have never cultivated immortality, I know that it is very difficult to pursue immortality and must abandon all selfish thoughts. How can you go far on the road of cultivating immortality?"
The more severe the old Taoist priest Songhe said, the more Qingyang understood the reluctance and expectation contained in it, and sobbed: "the disciple has not forgotten the master's teachings, but also the master's kindness. If he doesn't even remember his kindness, what's the difference between him and the beast?"
Master Songhe knew that everyone had come back. Besides, it was useless. He sighed: "now that you have come back, please accompany me for a few days. When it's time for you to go, Taoist priest, I live here well and sleep well. I don't need you to think about it."
Old Taoist Songhe helped Qingyang stand up and looked up and down for several times. It seemed that he couldn't see enough. Time passed quickly. It was ten years. I remember that when Qingyang disciple left him, he was about the same size as himself. Now he is more than half higher than himself, and has grown from a green and astringent teenager to a mature youth.
Seeing the two people looking at each other endlessly, they forgot that there was someone standing next to them. The tall monk couldn't help but say, "senior brother Qingyang, do you still remember me?"
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Looking at the embarrassed young man, the old Taoist narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "I think you have dice hidden in you. You should be a good gambler. Master Tao, I happen to have this hobby, so I'll lose. Let's gamble. I'll take this jade trigger, and you'll take the ten Liang silver I owe you. If you lose two, you don't owe each other. If you win, you can take the jade trigger directly. Is that reasonable?"
Ten Liang silver and a jade trigger worth more than 50 Liang bet against each other. In any case, they took advantage of themselves. The young man is also a gambler. He is still confident in his gambling skills, or he won't take gambling dice with him. The old Taoist opposite is in his seventies and eighties. He can't walk steadily. It's estimated that he can't even hold the dice. What kind of gambling can he do?
This is to give yourself money. It's not cheap. There's a glimmer of greed in the young man's eyes. He hurriedly said, "it's a deal. Don't regret losing."
The old Taoist smiled at the young man and said, "never go back."
Seeing that the two were about to gamble outside the temple, the tall monk was not calm. He quickly said, "senior, this is a temple. How can you gamble here? The Buddha will punish the sin."
The old Taoist didn't care about the monk's advice. He said, "what sin should be punished? The Buddha wants to help all living beings. There are so many people in the world. The Buddha is too busy every day. How can he have time to care about our little things?"
The tall monk seemed to be clumsy at words. He was speechless by the old Taoist. He had to step aside and continue to read Amitabha and ask the Buddha for forgiveness.
After sending the tall monk, the young man took out his gambling equipment and gambled with the old Taoist on the steps outside the side door. The two ignored that this was a clean temple. For a moment, they listened quietly and attentively to the operation of dice in the gambling game. For a moment, they were red in the face because of a little disagreement. They knew that this was the backyard of the temple, and those who didn't know thought that there was a casino here.
Maybe the old Taoist priest was really good at gambling. After a few times, the young man lost all his money. He not only lost more than ten liang of his body, but also owed the old Taoist several liang of silver. Finally, he went down the mountain dejected and forgot that he had come to start a teacher to ask for guilt.
Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Qingyang couldn't help feeling that ten years later, master didn't leave behind the means of cheating, and the level of making thousands is still so high.
Shifu, Shifu is really still here. I haven't seen him for ten years. The old road of Songhe is much older than before. He has long eyebrows, sparse white hair, many old age spots on his face, and his original straight back is also hunched. If he comes back a few years late, he may not have a chance to see him again.
Resisting the agitation in his heart, Qingyang came forward and said, "you have a share, old liar. I saw your means just now. There is no five Liang silver to seal my mouth."
The old Taoist was about to go back when he heard the voice of Qingyang and suddenly turned his head. In a trance, he seemed to see his disciple coming towards him. He was stunned. However, I immediately thought that my disciple had not heard from him for ten years. How could he suddenly appear here?
Master Songhe couldn't help shaking his head. The older he was, the easier he was to miss the past. He was always in a trance. Could it be that the Lord of hell wanted to accept himself?
Master Songhe sighed in his heart, but showed no weakness in his mouth. He scolded, "where does the smelly boy dare to harm the master?"
Qingyang came forward and said, "old liar, I haven't seen you for ten years. Don't you know me?"
Qingyang's words stunned Songhe Laodao and hesitated: "are you a little miscellaneous hair?"
Seeing that master finally recognized himself, Qingyang suddenly felt an unspeakable emotion blocking his heart. His eyes were foggy. There were thousands of words to talk about, but he couldn't say a word.
Qingyang wanted to pretend to be calm. He didn't want to cry. He just made Shifu sad, so he deliberately stretched his voice just now. But when he came to Shifu and heard the familiar name, he couldn't stretch any more. His legs softened and knelt down in front of the Songhe Taoist priest.
Since he embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, Qingyang has been used to seeing life and death, has seen through the world, and his mind is much stronger than before. He once thought he would never cry easily again, but he still couldn't hold back when he saw master today, and the two lines of hot tears couldn't stop flowing down. Perhaps only when we face master will we unload all our burdens and all our disguises.
"Master, it's me. Qingyang disciple has come back to see you." Qingyang said.
Looking at the faint face in front of him and listening to the voice of deja vu, old Taoist Songhe didn't hesitate any more. The young man in front of him is the Qingyang disciple who has been pursuing Xiandao for ten years. Today he really came back.
The old Taoist Songhe groped for Qingyang's face with his trembling hand and said in a trembling voice, "it's really my Qingyang disciple. I haven't seen you for ten years. You have grown from a teenager to a youth. Shifu almost didn't recognize you. I thought it was a dream. I didn't expect you to really come back."
Qingyang wept and said, "yes, master, I can't forget master. Since I left master, I miss him day and night. Now I finally find a chance to come back to see you."
Hearing Qingyang's words, old Taoist Songhe suddenly turned cold, pushed Qingyang gently and said: "How did I tell you at the beginning? Since I have embarked on the road of cultivating immortality, I should go ahead and forget all the old customs. Although I have never cultivated immortality, I know that it is very difficult to pursue immortality and must abandon all selfish thoughts. How can you go far on the road of cultivating immortality?"
The more severe the old Taoist priest Songhe said, the more Qingyang understood the reluctance and expectation contained in it, and sobbed: "the disciple has not forgotten the master's teachings, but also the master's kindness. If he doesn't even remember his kindness, what's the difference between him and the beast?"
Master Songhe knew that everyone had come back. Besides, it was useless. He sighed: "now that you have come back, please accompany me for a few days. When it's time for you to go, Taoist priest, I live here well and sleep well. I don't need you to think about it."
Old Taoist Songhe helped Qingyang stand up and looked up and down for several times. It seemed that he couldn't see enough. Time passed quickly. It was ten years. I remember that when Qingyang disciple left him, he was about the same size as himself. Now he is more than half higher than himself, and has grown from a green and astringent teenager to a mature youth.
Seeing the two people looking at each other endlessly, they forgot that there was someone standing next to them. The tall monk couldn't help but say, "senior brother Qingyang, do you still remember me?"
Looking at the embarrassed young man, the old Taoist narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "I think you have dice hidden in you. You should be a good gambler. Master Tao, I happen to have this hobby, so I'll lose. Let's gamble. I'll take this jade trigger, and you'll take the ten Liang silver I owe you. If you lose two, you don't owe each other. If you win, you can take the jade trigger directly. Is that reasonable?"Ten Liang silver and a jade trigger worth more than 50 Liang bet against each other. In any case, they took advantage of themselves. The young man is also a gambler. He is still confident in his gambling skills, or he won't take gambling dice with him. The old Taoist opposite is in his seventies and eighties. He can't walk steadily. It's estimated that he can't even hold the dice. What kind of gambling can he do?This is to give yourself money. It's not cheap. There's a glimmer of greed in the young man's eyes. He hurriedly said, "it's a deal. Don't regret losing."The old Taoist smiled at the young man and said, "never go back."Seeing that the two were about to gamble outside the temple, the tall monk was not calm. He quickly said, "senior, this is a temple. How can you gamble here? The Buddha will punish the sin."The old Taoist didn't care about the monk's advice. He said, "what sin should be punished? The Buddha wants to help all living beings. There are so many people in the world. The Buddha is too busy every day. How can he have time to care about our little things?"The tall monk seemed to be clumsy at words. He was speechless by the old Taoist. He had to step aside and continue to read Amitabha and ask the Buddha for forgiveness.After sending the tall monk, the young man took out his gambling equipment and gambled with the old Taoist on the steps outside the side door. The two ignored that this was a clean temple. For a moment, they listened quietly and attentively to the operation of dice in the gambling game. For a moment, they were red in the face because of a little disagreement. They knew that this was the backyard of the temple, and those who didn't know thought that there was a casino here.Maybe the old Taoist priest was really good at gambling. After a few times, the young man lost all his money. He not only lost more than ten liang of his body, but also owed the old Taoist several liang of silver. Finally, he went down the mountain dejected and forgot that he had come to start a teacher to ask for guilt.Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Qingyang couldn't help feeling that ten years later, master didn't leave behind the means of cheating, and the level of making thousands is still so high.Shifu, Shifu is really still here. I haven't seen him for ten years. The old road of Songhe is much older than before. He has long eyebrows, sparse white hair, many old age spots on his face, and his original straight back is also hunched. If he comes back a few years late, he may not have a chance to see him again.Resisting the agitation in his heart, Qingyang came forward and said, "you have a share, old liar. I saw your means just now. There is no five Liang silver to seal my mouth."The old Taoist was about to go back when he heard the voice of Qingyang and suddenly turned his head. In a trance, he seemed to see his disciple coming towards him. He was stunned. However, I immediately thought that my disciple had not heard from him for ten years. How could he suddenly appear here?Master Songhe couldn't help shaking his head. The older he was, the easier he was to miss the past. He was always in a trance. Could it be that the Lord of hell wanted to accept himself?Master Songhe sighed in his heart, but showed no weakness in his mouth. He scolded, "where does the smelly boy dare to harm the master?"Qingyang came forward and said, "old liar, I haven't seen you for ten years. Don't you know me?"Qingyang's words stunned Songhe Laodao and hesitated: "are you a little miscellaneous hair?"Seeing that master finally recognized himself, Qingyang suddenly felt an unspeakable emotion blocking his heart. His eyes were foggy. There were thousands of words to talk about, but he couldn't say a word.Qingyang wanted to pretend to be calm. He didn't want to cry. He just made Shifu sad, so he deliberately stretched his voice just now. But when he came to Shifu and heard the familiar name, he couldn't stretch any more. His legs softened and knelt down in front of the Songhe Taoist priest.Since he embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, Qingyang has been used to seeing life and death, has seen through the world, and his mind is much stronger than before. He once thought he would never cry easily again, but he still couldn't hold back when he saw master today, and the two lines of hot tears couldn't stop flowing down. Perhaps only when we face master will we unload all our burdens and all our disguises."Master, it's me. Qingyang disciple has come back to see you." Qingyang said.Looking at the faint face in front of him and listening to the voice of deja vu, old Taoist Songhe didn't hesitate any more. The young man in front of him is the Qingyang disciple who has been pursuing Xiandao for ten years. Today he really came back.The old Taoist Songhe groped for Qingyang's face with his trembling hand and said in a trembling voice, "it's really my Qingyang disciple. I haven't seen you for ten years. You have grown from a teenager to a youth. Shifu almost didn't recognize you. I thought it was a dream. I didn't expect you to really come back."Qingyang wept and said, "yes, master, I can't forget master. Since I left master, I miss him day and night. Now I finally find a chance to come back to see you."Hearing Qingyang's words, old Taoist Songhe suddenly turned cold, pushed Qingyang gently and said: "How did I tell you at the beginning? Since I have embarked on the road of cultivating immortality, I should go ahead and forget all the old customs. Although I have never cultivated immortality, I know that it is very difficult to pursue immortality and must abandon all selfish thoughts. How can you go far on the road of cultivating immortality?"The more severe the old Taoist priest Songhe said, the more Qingyang understood the reluctance and expectation contained in it, and sobbed: "the disciple has not forgotten the master's teachings, but also the master's kindness. If he doesn't even remember his kindness, what's the difference between him and the beast?"Master Songhe knew that everyone had come back. Besides, it was useless. He sighed: "now that you have come back, please accompany me for a few days. When it's time for you to go, Taoist priest, I live here well and sleep well. I don't need you to think about it."Old Taoist Songhe helped Qingyang stand up and looked up and down for several times. It seemed that he couldn't see enough. Time passed quickly. It was ten years. I remember that when Qingyang disciple left him, he was about the same size as himself. Now he is more than half higher than himself, and has grown from a green and astringent teenager to a mature youth.Seeing the two people looking at each other endlessly, they forgot that there was someone standing next to them. The tall monk couldn't help but say, "senior brother Qingyang, do you still remember me?"
