The First Taoist in the Tang Dynasty

Avenue? What is Tao? People? What are people?

This book is about Taoist affairs;

Watchers, know what's going on, and don't talk nonsense;

Taoists are not Taoists in TV dramas;

True or false, the visitors should have a deep talk with the Taoists themselves, know their things and see their ways.

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At midnight, thirty or fifty miles away from Lizhou City, there lived a family of four in a thatched cottage outside the Taoist Temple. A middle-aged man, a woman and their children were sleeping soundly on the straw mat at the corner of the cottage.

The name of the middle-aged man is Zhong Mugen. The name of the woman Xu is unknown. Her nickname is Xiu. Zhong Mugen's ten year old son is Zhong Wen, and her four year old daughter is Xiao Hua.

In the daytime yesterday, when Zhong Wen was helping the Taoist Temple to lift a piece of wood, the wood fell on the trend and smashed Zhong Wen's head into a big hole. At this time, Zhong Wen, lying on the straw mat, had his head wrapped up like an Indu Assad.

"Hmm? What's wrong with me? Why does my head hurt so much?" Zhong Wen reached out and touched the stabbing head. He thought to himself, "Did you get a brick when fighting with that gang yesterday?"?

Zhong Wen vaguely remembers that last night when he and his friends were washing the night in the big stall, they were rolling strings. Suddenly, a few ruffians from nowhere shouted at Zhong Wen and them for no reason. Zhong Wen suddenly became furious. Regardless of the number of people in the other party, they took advantage of the strength of the wine and swung their benches to work.

However, Zhong Wen has no impression of the specific results, who did it, whether his friends were injured, whether he was defeated, and how he ended up.

I'm going. Did you drink the broken pieces again? Zhong Wen kept his eyes open as he thought about it, but he couldn't open his eyes because they looked like a stone with a thousand kilograms hanging. In addition, he had a severe headache, so he couldn't remember what happened later. In a daze, Zhong Wen fell asleep again.

After one night, Zhong Mugen and his wife got up from the straw mat, investigated Zhong Wen's injury, shook their heads and went out of the house.

"My husband, what's wrong with Xiaowen? Do you want to invite Taoist Priest in the temple to have a look today?" Zhong Wen's mother looked worried.

"It's OK. Taoist Li came here yesterday and took some medicine. He said that he would get better in a few days." Zhong Mugen responded to his wife, and picked up a wooden hoe from the kitchen, held it on his shoulder, and was ready to work in his rented land.

The morning air is particularly fresh and dense, nourishing all things on the earth. The rice and grass in the fields and the grass beside the ridges are covered with dew, crystal clear, as beautiful as pearls.

"Brother, are you awake?" Xiaohua reached out her small hand to shake Zhongwen who was lying on the straw mat, frowned, and stared at Zhongwen's head, which was wrapped like a third child.

When Zhong Wen woke up in the morning, he was totally immersed in his own world with his eyes open. The crowing of chickens, barking of dogs, and crying of children came from his ears. He looked blankly at the thatched roof, but Zhong Wen did not know where he was.

"Where is this place? Why is it like this? Can we fight in the countryside? But what is the situation now? Ah, my head hurts." Zhong Wen's mind was active, but he still could not resist the headache of his head. He immediately put his hands around his head to squeeze the pain out of his head.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Is your head still sore? I'll blow it to you, but my mother said it won't hurt." Xiaohua looked at her brother's painful expression and action, and thought that his brother's head was beginning to hurt again.

Zhong Wen has already been tortured by the pain, which makes him want to commit suicide. A series of pictures pour into his brain, playing like a fast forward movie. A large number of pictures and memories pour in, making Zhong Wen even more painful.

It seemed like a century, but it was only two quarters of an hour later. The agonizing torture gradually stopped. Zhong Wen put down his hands to hold his head. It seemed that he felt the pleasure of life and death, survival and rebirth. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as Mount Tai. He gradually fell asleep. It seemed that he heard a soft voice calling his brother vaguely, Brother's.

"Brother, brother, what's wrong with you? Is it still painful?" Xiaohua has been lying on the edge of the straw mat, watching Zhong Wen quietly. Although Xiaohua doesn't know how his brother is, she has been silently guarding beside his brother, thinking that his brother will get better soon. Tears have been rolling in her eyes when she is worried.

Zhong Wen was asleep, and a lot of information poured into his mind. The memories of the past life and this life collided, like a battle between the two armies, and quickly merged and intertwined, making Zhong Wen's brain area greatly developed, reaching an unprecedented position. If the brain area of normal people developed only 1% to 2%, then Zhong Wen's brain area was developed at this time, It's estimated to be 10%, even higher.

"Water, water." After a quarter or two of an hour, the sleepy Zhong Wen finally responded, softly calling for water.

"Brother, do you want to drink water? I'll call you." Xiaohua, who silently guarded Zhong Wen's side, saw her brother's response, stroked Zhong Wen's wrapped head and responded softly.

Xiaohua got up and trotted excitedly to the kitchen, carrying a broken pottery bowl, scooping up half a bowl of water from the water tank, carefully carrying it over, and holding the little water left to Zhong Wen's mouth.

"Brother, here comes the water. Drink it."

In a daze, Zhong Wen drank the small half bowl of water from Xiaohua, which made his body recover slightly, but he was still between drowsiness and sobriety.

Xiaohua watched nervously as Zhongwen finished drinking half a bowl of water, but Zhongwen was still asleep. Her worry hung on her little face.

Xiaohua puts the pottery bowl aside, reaches out her little hand and grabs Zhong Wen's hand, feeling the temperature of her brother's palm, hoping that his brother will not have a fever.

"Brother, you should get better quickly. My father and my mother were worried to death yesterday. If you have something to do with me, my father and my mother will be sad to death..." Xiaohua sits beside Zhong Wen, talking to herself in a long and garrulous way, from the past to the injury of Zhong Wen yesterday.

Zhong Wen's head began to wake up gradually when he was asleep. Somehow, some memories came up and occupied his mind for the time being.

"I'm going, I... I'm going through? Or the soul is going through?" Zhong Wen, with his eyes closed, flashed all kinds of pictures in his mind quickly. I really can't believe that all this will happen to him. It's unscientific. Apart from some online novels with such plot settings, where will there be anything going through? I feel like I was struck by lightning in a moment, and the chances are small, unbelievable.

"The body was also called Zhong Wen. It's good, it's good, it hasn't changed its name, at least it doesn't need to change its name. But the family is too poor, isn't it? There's nothing to eat, and there's nothing to wear. This is not the place where people live. There's only one cottage. This..." Zhong Wen's mind flashed all kinds of scenes of Zhong Wen's life, and these pictures, Zhong Wen suddenly felt that he was teased by the heaven. Such a hard life makes Zhong Wen feel bitter.

Xiaohua has been sitting beside Zhong Wen silently. Although she recites her words, her eyes have never moved from her brother for half a minute. At this time, she saw his brother's eyelids move a few times, and was very happy. She bent down, leaned over her head to Zhong Wen, and looked at him happily.

"Brother, how are you? Do you still have a headache?"

"Xiaohua, my brother doesn't hurt anymore." Zhong Wen slowly opened his eyes. Xiaohua in front of him was the little sister of the world. Her face was dirty, her hair was untidy, and she was wearing a worn jacket, and her lower body was covered with pants like small shorts, with bare feet.

"Xiaohua, where are my father and my mother?" Zhong Wen slowly climbed up from the straw mat and looked around.

In addition to a shabby low table, a shabby cabinet with a closed door frame in the corner, and three or two pottery jars in the small thatched cottage, there are several shabby straw mats on the ground. There are some straw under the straw mats, and there are several shabby and dirty quilts on the straw mats. There is nothing else left. Looking at the shabby appearance of the house, Zhong Wen tears bitterly, In the future, this will be my home, rich or poor, or at least a home.

"Brother, my father and my mother went to work in the field." Xiaohua imitated her mother's appearance, stretched out her dirty little hand, probed Zhongwen's forehead, touched her own forehead, felt whether her brother had a fever, and then relaxed her nervous face.

Zhong Wen was confused by a series of actions of the little girl in front of him. Then he thought that Xiaohua was taking a temperature test for himself. He was amused by the little girl when he thought about it. Such a small person would take a temperature test. He could not be mistaken.

"Brother, are you still thirsty? Let me fetch a bowl of water for you." Xiaohua got up and went to the kitchen to fetch half a bowl of water with a few holes missing in the pottery bowl.

"Thank you, Xiaohua." After Zhong Wen drank the small bowl of water at one gulp, he felt his soul was back, and the hunger in his belly was also slightly reduced, but there was still some slight colic in his belly, and he felt weak all over, as if he could eat a whole cow.

Zhong Wen reached out and touched his head. He knew that he had been hit by a piece of wood yesterday. The wound was not small, and a lot of blood had been shed. But soon after the hit, Zhong Wen passed out in a coma. What happened in the future was unknown.

"Brother, you shed a lot of blood yesterday, so don't touch your head again." Xiaohua saw Zhong Wen reaching out to touch his head, and made a nervous noise to stop Zhong Wen. She was afraid that her brother might accidentally touch the wound and bleed again. Xiaohua was still frightened by the scene of Zhong Wen's bleeding yesterday.

"Xiaohua, it's OK. I know what to do." Zhong Wen has been thinking about something in his head, or to find out if there is a system, such as a golden finger, after his soul has passed through. That's what he wrote in the novels he read in previous lives.

Zhong Wen thought to himself that among the novels he had read in previous lives, there were systems or golden fingers. After his soul passed through, there must be some, too. So he wanted to find out where his golden fingers were?

(Is Taoist Laiyuan a monk or a Taoist? According to historical records, there is no Buddhism in China. Buddhism was introduced into China only in the Han Dynasty, while Taoism in China already existed. Because Buddhism is an exotic thing, people, according to the Taoist terminology of Huang Lao, call Buddhists Taoists because they are strangers to Taoists, to distinguish them from Taoists. In the Western Jin Dynasty, in order to officially distinguish between Buddhists and Taoists, The name of a monk has just come into being. Therefore, Taoist is the name of Taoism, and there is no need to argue about it.)

PS: The progress of the first 40 chapters is slightly slow. If you don't like it, you can skip to 46 chapters.

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