I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 402 Shinto, Longevity

Feng Bingwen made no secret of his dislike for the golden toad raised by his father. Although it symbolizes a wealth of wealth, it still cannot change the fact that that toad is just a toad, although it may look much better than the same kind in the field. .

"..."

The old man was silent for a moment, but there was still a little doubt in his eyes,
"You really didn't arrange it?"

"If I arrange it, I won't pick such an ugly thing. What if I scare my mother?"

Feng Bingwen said with some dumbfounding, the golden toad in his arms sounds pretty good, but when you think about it carefully, it's all right, suddenly a toad the size of a millstone jumps into it, who can bear it?
"ugly?"

Hearing his grandson's evaluation, Feng Lingjun turned his head and glanced at Xiezhi next to him, and was silent for a moment. Compared with the big cat he raised, the golden toad was indeed a bit cheap, even if this kind of auspiciousness was the most It is sought after by merchants and the like.

"That golden toad should be my father's own blessing!"

Feng Bingwen stated his previous judgment that his father had rescued countless victims who were harassed by the beasts and barbarians, and there might be some people with lack of virtue among them, but overall, his behavior must have had great merit.

People with meritorious deeds will inevitably have good luck, and they will get some things that ordinary people can't reach. It is a matter of course, and good and evil will eventually be rewarded.

"Zi Chuan's own destiny!"

Hearing this statement, Feng Lingjun nodded, noncommittal, he also knew what his son had done these years.

"By the way, I did train the big geese raised by my grandma, but you brought this cat with you yourself, and I didn't put it in your hands."

Feng Bingwen felt that some things should be made clear. The old man seemed to have misunderstood something. His desire to control was not so strong. Although he hoped that his family members could do good deeds and reap good deeds, he didn't want to arrange them all.

"Okay, I get it!"

Feng Lingjun waved his hand, he took this black cat that can ward off evil spirits, it was indeed his subjective behavior, but the reason why he made such a choice was not because he saw the mysterious power of this cat. place.

Who let him see it?

He was originally a teacher with half of his body buried in the ground?Who let him touch the realm that does not belong to mortals?

Of course, the old man kept these questions in his heart and didn't say them out. If these words are spoken out, they can't be taken back.

"Aren't you going to find your parents? Go ahead, don't waste time with me, and don't waste my time. My memorial is only half written!"

"Then I'll go first, and I'll come see you later!"

Seeing that the old man started to chase people away, Feng Bingwen didn't hesitate. Unlike grandma, the old man obviously had a more fulfilling life, and to a certain extent, he had realized his ambition.

"Ok!"

Feng Bingwen glanced at the old man who was leaning over the desk and began to write quickly, his spiritual thoughts swept away, his face was strange, but he didn't do anything more, and disappeared into the study directly.

Because just outside the county government office, a couple was beating the drums, as if they were complaining about their grievances, and the old man who heard the drumming put down the memorial for the time being, and hurried out.

Apparently, as the inspector, the old man, temporarily acting as the county magistrate who was dismissed by him, really had no time to spare in order to maintain the government's rule in the area.

"..."

Above the clouds, Feng Bingwen looked down at the old man who had already put on his official robe and was sitting in the courtroom. Amidst the mighty voice of the fast-track yamen servants, he began to summon the drummer and asked seriously. He sighed softly. Take a deep breath, and immediately spit out two words,
"Shinto!"

With what the old man is doing now, and the vigorous and vigorous style of dealing with those corrupt officials, it is only a matter of time before his reputation and deeds spread throughout the city, and it may not be long before he becomes a household name.

As for an official, whose reputation has reached such a level, it is an extremely simple matter to be canonized by the emperor and serve as a city god after death.

It's a matter of course!

Of course!

A person who dares to wield the butcher's knife against corrupt officials, and a person who can uphold justice for the people all the time, will not be able to justify it if he cannot enjoy incense and worship after a hundred years.

Of course, as a junior, Feng Bingwen would not comment on the elders at will. After all, what the old man did was of great benefit to him to a certain extent, and benefited many people. Even if he was utilitarian, it was no big deal.

Fundamentally speaking, the old man is also an ordinary person with seven emotions and six desires. It is wrong to use the standards of a saint to demand others. Only people who have desires are human.

The old man is a scholar. Although he only achieved the fame of a scholar before his grandson intervened, he has spent half his life teaching and educating people.

And it is not surprising that such an old scholar who is over fifty years old will do some radical things after being exposed to the class that he can only look up to in his life, and the secrets that are unknown to ordinary people.

The pursuit of longevity is not a big deal, it is better to say that it is the most fundamental desire of every intelligent being, and every practitioner is seeking longevity.

There are very faint traces of practice on the old man's body, but he has not even crossed the threshold of practice. Cultivation requires a deep understanding. The desire for immortality is unattainable, and martial arts is even more unnecessary. The old man's age is there. Woolen cloth.

Think about it differently, as an old scholar who understands and has come into contact with longevity, what should I do?

Shinto!

It is the only and the best choice. After all, there is no requirement for a god to become a god. As long as he can gather the incense of the people, he can set foot on the altar and enjoy a long life.

Of course, all of the above are Feng Bingwen's guesses, how about the details?What is the real idea of ​​my old man?Feng Bingwen doesn't intend to delve into it, he just needs to do the right thing at the right time.

"The God of Incense and Fire seems to be a bit weaker, but it would be great if he could seal the God of Wind, Mountain and Water!"

No matter what the old man thinks now, Feng Bingwen is ready to arrange the affairs of the old man's death. If this matter happens, he can save a lot of worry.

"Let's talk about it later!"

Feng Bingwen became a ray of mysterious light, passing over the sky of the Daqian Dynasty, his divine sense spread out high in the sky, and he was able to touch the two sacred statues who followed him far away.

They did not hide their existence from Feng Bingwen, it can be said that they were watching him openly, not even peeping.

For such behavior, Feng Bingwen felt annoyed and a little helpless, after all, he really couldn't beat him, and he didn't do anything.

But fortunately, one of the little birds seemed to be in contact with the mortal dynasty for the first time, and had a great interest in the noisy and lively gathering place of the human race.

Before Feng Bingwen himself could think of a way to get rid of them, he excitedly dragged his close friends into a big city with a population of one million.

Seeing this, Feng Bingwen heaved a sigh of relief, and then went to look for his biological parents without stopping. Although it is estimated that the pair of sisters will be able to catch up in a short time, it will take a while to get away.

"Cuck!"

A big toad the size of a calf was lying lazily on a lying bull stone. The sunlight fell on his body, refracting bright and dazzling golden light.

"The color isn't bad, but it's a pity that it looks a little ugly!"

The Taoist stepped down from the sky on the clouds, watching the big golden toad lazily basking in the sun, and the moment the toad felt the breath of the Taoist, it trembled unconsciously, without even thinking about it, it "thumped" It jumped up with a bang, and smashed into the landscape pond specially built for it in front of it.

"who?"

Before the Taoist fell from the sky, the big golden toad jumped into the pond to avoid the Taoist's eyes, and immediately disturbed many practitioners in this villa!
It was like a naughty child poking a hornet's nest. In just one breath, Feng Bingwen, standing in mid-air, saw vigorous warriors bending their bows and setting arrows, Taoists holding long banners and shaking soul-calling bells, and monks Wearing a cassock, holding a Zen stick, and reciting scriptures, the Buddha's light is mighty.

"Amitabha Buddha! The poor monk Jingshan Temple has no time. I have seen the benefactor. I don't know where the benefactor came from. What is the reason for coming here?"

Unlike the martial arts barbarians with the largest number in the villa, the very eye-catching monk with a strong sense of presence asked Feng Bingwen's origin, and also showed his own background, the intention of which could not be more obvious.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, this fellow Taoist, do you know where the immortal dwelling is?"

Immediately following the bald donkey, that didn't look like a decent Taoist, and asked Feng Bingwen's background directly, without any cover-up.

"You bald donkey and bull-nosed, you talk a lot of nonsense. You can tell by his appearance that it's not a good thing. Just shoot it down first and then ask if it's right!"

A martial artist holding a yellow carved bow, bent like a full moon, said indifferently, looking at Feng Bingwen with vigilance, and a little bit of eagerness to try.

"stop!"

The tense atmosphere quickly dissipated with an angry scolding sound.

Surrounded by a group of maids and old maids, a woman in a gorgeous dress appeared by the pond. She glanced at the sky first, and then scolded with frost on her face
"My husband-in-law spent a lot of money to hire you, not to let you take action against my child!"

"Amitabha!"

Sensing the madam's anger, he looked like a monk who had attained the Tao and recited the Buddha's mantra, with his head lowered slightly to conceal the embarrassment on his face.

Who would have thought that such an oolong would happen?Although the lady had already shown them the portrait of her young master, but not to mention that the appearance was a bit similar, it was the aura revealed in it that was not right.

The oppression that made even an old monk like him feel uncomfortable, is what a teenager should have?This was obviously too outrageous, and for a moment he couldn't think of that Mr. Feng who left home!
"Mrs. Feng, is this your son? Are you correct?"

Holding a long flag, the taoist Taoist with a bit of sinister air on his body was also so dazed that he didn't even think about what he said, and directly asked the doubts in his heart.

"Which mother have you ever seen who would mistake her child?"

When Yu Huilian heard the Taoist's words, her unattractive complexion suddenly darkened, and she no longer saved face.

"If you don't want to do it anymore, you can leave, no one will keep you!"

"Infinite Heavenly Venerate!"

The Taoist who was humiliated by an ordinary woman recited the Taoist name, said nothing, scolded whatever he wanted, but it was impossible to leave.

"..."

But even though he was beating and scolding, the Taoist couldn't help but glanced up. The young Taoist above who seemed to be watching the fun couldn't help but mutter in his heart, there is such a son Isn't it funny to spend a lot of money to hire these guys as guests?

"Mother, calm down. Their behavior actually shows that your money is not wasted. After all, this reaction is quite quick. If something really happens, it will definitely be useful."

Feng Bingwen fell from the sky and stood in front of the more graceful woman.

It's just that it hasn't changed in a few years, and the appearance of this mother is not much different from what he remembers, but the temperament is indeed different from before.

"What's not in vain? If I appear one step late, you will be shot down from the sky by them. Am I spending money to harm my son?"

Yu Huilian said unhappily.

She wasn't surprised that her son came down from the sky, she was already mentally prepared.

Whether it's the changes in herself, or the unusual things in her husband and the elderly in the family, she has already noticed and understood the reason.

"Ma'am, you think highly of us!"

The gloomy Taoist said in embarrassment.He felt the breath released by Feng Bingwen unintentionally, and his legs almost softened.

"This fellow Taoist is from the Nether Dao?"

Feng Bingwen followed the words and asked with a smile, with a gentle attitude, and he didn't mind at all because these guys were hostile to him.

"Don't dare, I come from the Yinhun Sect, the master of the sect who opened the sect is a member of the Nether Dao Sect!"

The Taoist priest introduced his own history.

"Oh!"

Feng Bingwen nodded without any surprises. No matter what the Nether Dao is, it is one of the twelve Dao sects of Xuanmen.

"What is there to talk about with these blind guys? How long has it been since you came back, come over with your mother, and tell me what you have experienced when you go out this time!"

Regarding the scene that just happened, Yu Huilian, who was furious, was not polite, and grabbed Feng Bingwen's sleeve, about to pull him away from here.

"Hey, we can't blame them all for this!"

Feng Bingwen excused the guards of his family while following along with his strength.

The Taoist was the only person present who interested him. As for the monk and the warrior, there was no need to ask.

(End of this chapter)