Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 54

"Dao... Daoist, is there a way to fix one or two things, I know that the elders in the family have done something to chill Daozi's heart, but this is not my original intention! I... I really know my mistake!! Woooo Woo..."

Yang Huaiyu covered her face and wept, she was about to kneel and kowtow three times and ask Taoist knower to help her to find a solution.

His heart was full of pain and remorse, he blamed himself for not daring to stand up against his father's arrangements and was afraid that his immortal journey would really come to an end.

It turned out that Daozi didn't know, and it wasn't that he wasn't angry, he just didn't express his opinion.

I'm afraid that in his heart, a guy like himself who has received the great favor of the Immortal Venerable but has nothing to repay him has long been labeled as incurable.

Taoist Zhike dare not accept such a great gift from Yang Huaiyu, after all, this person is the young master of the Yang family, and his status is not comparable to that of a Taoist Zhike who just entered the sect of longevity by luck.

In other words, in the minds of the world today, the status of the members of the Longevity Sect cannot be compared with that of the wealthy and nobles in the traditional sense.

"Mr. Yang, what are you going to do? Get up quickly!" Taoist Zhike quickly helped Yang Huaiyu up. The latter was trembling from kneeling for too long, and was about to fall. He just clasped his fists and wept.

Everyone supported him together, and then advised: "It is said that words are easier to do than deeds, since Mr. Yang is devoted to Taoism and is only burdened by relatives in the world, why don't you simply start to change from actions instead of just expressing your position in words? "

Yang Huaiyu was in a daze, and murmured: "Please teach me carefully, sir!"

The middle-aged Zhike Daoist rubbed his beard and smiled: "It's simple, for a person like the young master who can kneel for seventeen or eighteen hours without saying a word, it's easy to move the Taoist by showing his heart with actions. "

"The best policy is, of course, that the young master and his relatives will cut off the bloodline, and they will be divided into two families. You don't care about him, he doesn't care about you, Daozi will know that you are sincerely devoted to Taoism, and he will not worry about not forgiving you. But..."

The Taoist glanced at Yang Huaiyu, who had flushed cheeks, and said, "That's not right."

"That's right." Yang Huaiyu nodded again and again and said, "Parents' kindness cannot be repaid with blood. Huaiyu never dares to abandon the blood of relatives, and the Taoist priest must not say such words again!"

Zhike Daoist said with a smile: "Since this is the case, there is only one plan for the trail."

"The matter of Daozi's anger is not the fault of the young master himself, but the fault of your father. Now even if you say that you are aware of your own mistakes, in the final analysis, the person who should express his opinion has never been It's you……"

Hearing the Taoist criticize his father's words face to face so impolitely, if it was normal, Yang Huaiyu would have greeted him with a big ear.

But now it's unusual, he thought about it, and it really gave him some inexplicable meaning.

'That's right!Daozi is such an outstanding man, with the pearl of wisdom in his hands, his heart is open to the sound of nature.I'm just a mere young man from the Yang family, so what if I stab Daozi three times and six holes in front of Daozi even if I show my ambition by death?How could his old man look at me high?I'm afraid I'm dead and dirty the place. '

After all, Yang Huaiyu was a general, so he immediately realized the hidden meaning of the Taoist's words.

Inviting his father to come forward means that the Yang family will be completely tied to the chariot of the Longevity Sect, and there is no room for maneuver.

It seems that Daozi was really tired of the duplicitous behavior of himself and others, so he explicitly forced his father and his generation to come forward and promise in person.

In an instant, Yang Huaiyu, as if struck by lightning, figured out what was going on.The turbulent tears also stopped, and the grief and indignation became clear, and he no longer pestered the Taoist for help.

"Thank you Taoist priest for pointing out the maze. Huaiyu is grateful. The matter is urgent now. It is really a great kindness. I will not say thank you. After Huaiyu enters the temple, I will come to see the Taoist priest!"

Yang Huaiyu paid homage, and the Taoist accepted it calmly.The boy hurriedly ordered the servants to get up again, and went home to discuss with his grandmother and parents.

As soon as he left, the Taoists of the Longevity Sect began to greet other believers.

There are people to maintain order, help everyone register information, review qualifications, and issue corresponding celebration invitations.

Due to the limited space, Zhang Yuqing roughly estimated that the square of the front hall of the palace after the new construction can accommodate at most 8 to [-] people.

Therefore, those who want to participate in this celebration must at least have an understanding of the Longevity Teaching to be eligible for the invitation.

But in the current era, most of those who have the leisure to learn about the teachings, origins, and history of Longevity Cult, as well as talk about the recent major events in the sect, belong to the petty bourgeoisie with a lot of money in their families.

A few simple questionnaires can screen out a group of unqualified idlers or poor people who just want to join in the fun.

Those who can stay are potential fanatical believers, or seed players who can provide real money to support the development of the church.

There is no way, at the current stage of the initial development of the church, Zhang Yuqing can only silently recite the words "True Immortals Don't Save the Poor".

And no matter how hard it is for the common people, Zhao Zhen will bear the burden of infamy.

Anyway, the people's lives are not good, no one can blame the Immortal Lord of Longevity.

My Immortal Venerable has just come into the world, and I haven't started to exert my strength yet. Please bear with me, the big one is coming soon.

"Can you remember the teaching? Read it to me in a low voice."

"...flesh and blood pain, faith soars!"

"Well, the title of Shangxian."

"Yuqing Taiyuan Immortal Venerable!"

After cross-examining a few more words, the Taoist took out an incense invitation card inlaid with prosperous textures from his bosom with a murmur on his face, and handed it to the thick, dark, rough man in tatters in front of him. , I have recorded your name, address and appearance, and there will be a special person to check when you enter the temple. Only you can use this card, and you can bring up to two people to the scene, remember it."

Wang Sanmeng accepted the invitation card respectfully, carefully hid it in the lining of his close-fitting underwear, and saluted with cupped fists: "Thank you, Daoist, I understand!"

He was very emotional in his heart, and his hard work paid off, and finally he won the opportunity to meet Daozi up close.

I thought I accidentally bumped into that person when I entered the city, but I didn't want to pave the way for such a big reward in my life.

If it wasn't for that gentleman's guidance, how could I have heard the sermons of the Longevity Sect before most of the residents in Bianliang?

What's more, I was fortunate enough to receive a limited number of merit and blessing leaflets written by Daozi himself.

It was only after changing hands that it was exchanged for [-] pennies. Only then did he have the money to hire a doctor to see a doctor for his mother, but he learned that due to the long delay, it had reached the stage where medicine and stones were difficult to treat.

Wang Sanmeng sent the doctor away respectfully, held his mother's hand and swore firmly: "Mother, don't worry, I will definitely ask Daozi to bless you and get rid of your illness. If the doctor can't save you, Daozi will definitely be able to. He is a disciple of the real fairy." , infinite magic power, is a living immortal!"

The Queen Mother held her son's palm as she was dying, her thick joints rubbed the thick calluses in his palm, and her tone was full of relief: "Okay, okay...Mother, don't worry..."

……

'Mom, I did it! Feeling the soreness of the lacrimal glands, Wang Sanmeng couldn't help but burst into tears when he turned around. A man who was born as a coolie and had been numb from all the hardships in the world burst into tears like a child.

How much he had hoped that his mother would live a healthy life again.

Now the crucial admission ticket is quietly lying in his arms, and no one can take it away.

(End of this chapter)