No abstraction, no cultivation

Chapter 26 Shiso
"Thank you, Master!" said the lame monk with tears of gratitude.

His current name is Tiezhu, which was given to him by his deceased master.

The master had depended on him for many years, and he was the one who saw the master off to his final resting place.

name?

Xu Shun thought of his Taoist name and looked at the lame monk who was in tears of gratitude.

I hope you won't complain then.

"This is your third senior brother." Lan Dao Ren pointed at Xu Shun who was standing beside him and said, "I have two more disciples. When we get to Songxi Mountain and finish our business, you may see them when we return to the mountain gate."

What he said was possible, because he didn't know whether the two disciples were at the mountain gate.

"Greetings, Third Brother!" The lame monk bowed respectfully to Xu Shun.

Even though Xu Shun is much younger than him.

Xu Shun also returned the greeting and said, "Hello, Fourth Junior Brother."

Fortunately, he was referring to the third senior brother, not the second senior brother.

Otherwise it always feels weird.

The lame monk became one of their group, and the three continued to walk east.

"Why do so many people come to the master to ask for Buddha's hand? Could it be because of that bald monk from Dajiangkou?" Xu Shun thought that during this period of time, all the monks he met by chance asked for Buddha's hand and asked the lame monk.

The lame monk naturally knew everything and told the legend of the immortal world about the Buddha's hand and Taoist Lan.

Legend has it that the compassionate Maitreya Buddha in the West saw that all living beings were suffering, and wanted to lead them out of the sea of ​​suffering, so he gave up one of his hands.

Legend has it that the Buddha's hand contains infinite magical powers that can allow Buddhist monks to comprehend the true Buddhist Dharma and thus become a Buddha.

Legend has it that the Buddha's hand is on the blue-bearded Taoist priest who is about to ascend to heaven. He wants to take the Buddha's hand with him to ascend to heaven, thus ending the mercy of Maitreya Buddha.

"what?"

Xu Shun was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but say, "This doesn't sound logical."

"Is there really a Buddha's hand? Why did Buddha leave his hand in the world of immortal cultivation?"

"Master, a Taoist, why would you need Buddha's hand? You have already ascended to heaven, you can't become a Buddha, right? I would rather believe that Master used the Buddha's hand to make pickled pepper Buddha's hand!" Xu Shun's tone was sarcastic.

He felt that those Buddhists had holes in their brains and couldn't even tell apart such a simple rumor.

Besides, it hasn’t been long since the rumors started flying around. If there’s no one behind the scenes fanning the flames, who would believe them?
As for the person who fanned the flames, could it be the bald donkey who stopped them some time ago?
"Pickled pepper Buddha's hand?" The lame monk was stunned, his eyes widened and he asked, "Master, have you really eaten it?"

"Hey~ I'm just making an analogy! What I mean is, even if the master has a Buddha's hand, he won't keep it by his side." Xu Shun felt that the lame monk had no sense of humor.

"Brother, you may not know." The lame monk sighed and said, "There are three things that Taoists are afraid of: sword light, weapon refining, and unreasonableness."

"These rumors are very reasonable in the eyes of Buddhists!"

People from the Taoist sect say that people from the Buddhist sect are obsessed with Buddha's light, escaping from the law, and shameless.

People from the Buddhist sect say that people from the Taoist sect are good at sword-fighting, refining weapons, and are unreasonable.

Is it reasonable?
Very reasonable.

The way you see yourself is different from the way others see you.

Every cup of green tea thinks it is a white lotus, that's about it.

Xu Shun had a strange look on his face, which seemed to be how he and Lan Daoren were in the minds of Buddhists.

"I think this statement is biased. Stereotyped impressions are not good!" Xu Shun said with emotion.

"Brother, I think..." the lame monk said in a low voice: "In my humble opinion, it makes sense."

"From now on, Junior Brother is also an unreasonable person, not a shameless person."

His tone was full of longing.

How can a shameless person be as rude as an unreasonable person?

"..."

Junior brother, your three views are a bit distorted. Xu Shun also knew that this was a huge change in identity and mentality.

Maybe when you reach a higher level of cultivation in the future, your mentality will improve.

After Lan Dao Ren accepted the disciple, he continued to walk eastward. When passing through a small town, the lame monk was busy trying to show his courtesy.

"Master, please!"

"Master, let me come!"

"Master, please come this way!"

The lame monk was extremely respectful and respectful to Taoist Lan. He limped around Taoist Lan like a hardworking little bee.

Damn it, I was here first!

Xu Shun felt a sense of crisis as he watched the lame monk busying himself with his courtesies, but he couldn't do the same as the lame monk and try to be as attentive to Taoist Lan.

He's not that kind of person.

The reason why the lame monk was so attentive was because he knew the importance of a Mahayana cultivator like Lan Dao Ren.

Although Xu Shun had overestimated the importance of a Mahayana cultivator, he was a time traveler after all, and it was difficult for him to understand what a Mahayana cultivator meant.

Fortunately, Lan Daoren didn't care about these things. He could feel the lame monk's respect for him. He could also feel Xu Shun's respect and trust behind their relationship as both teacher and friend.

Everyone is different, and everyone shows respect differently.

Taoist Lan did not require his disciples to respect their teachers in the way he understood.

Back then, he pointed at his own master and cursed him as an old immortal!

From this perspective, the disciples he accepted are more polite than those of his master.

After a few days, Taoist Lan cleansed the lame monk's past cultivation and taught him the "Qinghua Sutra".

Although the lame monk's previous cultivation level was foundation building, in Taoist Lan's eyes, it was like a piece of shit.

There is no other way. It is enough for a wild monk to have a scripture to practice. Who cares about the level?

After a few days, the lame monk easily entered the Qi Refining Stage.

Feeling the Qi training techniques of the Qinghua Sutra and comparing them with the Qi training techniques he had practiced before, the lame monk felt that there was a world of difference!

How can Buddha's hand be this real!
That night, Taoist Lan looked at the diligent and serious lame monk and said, "These few days, I have thought of a good name for you!"

"I hope Master can give me a name!" The lame monk, wearing a simple Taoist robe, knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

Xu Shun stood aside, wondering what name Master Lan would give it.

Zixia?

No, that's a woman's name.

Bauhinia? Purple Jade? Wisteria? Purple Robe? Purple Red? Purple Cornus?
"Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. Your generation is the purple generation, and your next generation is the gold generation." Lan Daoren rarely said a few more words: "Your eldest brother is Zishu, your second brother is Ziran, and your third brother is Zicai."

"You must be Shiso!"

Perilla?

Isn’t that still a dish?
Purple sweet potato, cumin, seaweed, and maybe some basil?
There are staple foods, seasonings, dishes for soup, and side dishes!

Let’s live together!
So Master, you still can’t get along with the food?

The name Zi Su sounds like a handsome man or a beautiful woman, but it was given to a lame junior brother.

Master, you still say you didn’t mean it?

Xu Shun complained in his heart, but had a faint smile on his face, as if he was happy that his fourth junior brother had obtained a new Taoist name.

Xu Shun is now a mature member of the Qinghua School.

Just some perilla, just sprinkle some water on it.

(End of this chapter)