My Master Is a God

In the countryside, especially the older generations have beliefs, such as praying to gods and worshiping Buddha.

Yang Yiyun's grandmother is such a pious person, she is superstitious in the eyes of young people nowadays.

But Yang Yiyun doesn't think so. He thinks that the grandmother's generation of people asking God to worship Buddha is not a superstition, but a good faith.

Because this is a kind of spiritual sustenance, such as praying to the gods to bless him and his sister to enter university, blessing the health of the brothers and sisters, etc...

It is not so much superstition, as it is their generation's desire for a good life, because they often ask God to worship Buddha with a good vision of life.

And it’s not that if someone in the family is sick, you don’t need to take medicine to see a doctor when you go to worship the gods and Buddhas. On the contrary, colleagues who are taking medicine and see the doctor go to the temple to worship the gods and pray for the Buddha, just for psychological sustenance.

So Yang Yiyun definitely this is a good faith.

No, the next morning, grandma urged him to go to Jiutian Niangniang Temple, 30 miles away, to offer incense and reciprocate the vow. Grandma said she had made a wish for Jiutian Niangniang and blessed him to go to school safely. Now he is back. , Should go to the temple to put incense sticks.

In the eyes of others, she might think that grandma is too superstitious and naive, but Yang Yiyun feels very warm in her heart because she knows this is another kind of concern that grandma has for him.

Moreover, Jiutian Niangniang Temple is a Taoist god. It is located on Helong Mountain. It has a long history. It is rumored that the temple was built in the Ming Dynasty. Yang Yiyun also wants to visit it, just as it is to accompany his grandmother to relax.

Awe of the gods in the heart, as long as you are not blind, there is nothing wrong with it, but to a certain extent, it can calm the soul, which is also a kind of self-soul sustenance.

When many people are confused, they often go to the street to find a fortune teller to calculate for themselves. In this case, in Yang Yiyun’s opinion, it is better to go to ancient temples and worship gods and Buddhas, which can also calm the impetuous mind. Maybe After being confused for a long time, after the peace of mind comes down, you will suddenly become cheerful and figure out many problems.

You can climb the mountain, browse the ancient temple civilization, and go up the mountain to see the scenery.

After breakfast, Yang Yiyun opened his fork and took his grandmother and younger sister to the Jiutian Saint Mary Temple in Helong Mountain, 13 miles away.

Because the temple is deep in the mountains, the car can only drive up to 25 miles, and the remaining five miles need to be walked.

At first, grandma changed to say: "The heart must walk religiously."

Yang Yiyun smiled bitterly: "Grandma walked for thirty miles, and we were starving to death for a long time." In fact, what he was worried about was that grandma had bad legs and feet. She was almost 70 years old, and it was too hard to walk. .

Xu was distressed by his two grandsons, so grandma agreed to drive, and the remaining three of Wulilu walked along.

An hour later, the grandparents finally arrived at the Niangniang Temple.

There is a veteran resident here who cleans up and repairs, and he also does some work to dismantle the hexagrams for the surrounding villagers. Everyone respects the old dao. Whenever the fragrant is on the fifteenth day of the lunar new year, some sesame oil money is given.

After the grandmother prayed to the Empress Nine Heavens, the grandmother ordered the sesame oil money to be given to the temple.

Yang Yiyun carried a small amount of 10,000 in cash. Regarding grandma's spiritual sustenance, he planned to donate more and keep all the small 10,000 in cash.

It is not appropriate to directly put the merits and incense. After all, it is a large sum of money in a small village temple. After thinking about it, he thinks it is appropriate to directly hand it over to the old way of keeping incense. Anyway, the entire temple is managed by him all the year round, and the temple is repaired. Supplements also require money.

Yang Yiyun is also familiar with the veteran. When he was young, he followed his grandma to see him often. The veteran would also give them some melons and fruits to worship.

After confessing to his grandmother and sister, Yang Yiyun went to the temple side yard to find the old way.

The side room of the backyard was full of thick green smoke, and I wanted to come and cook.

Yang Yiyun shouted from afar: "Does Mao Dao grow up?"

"Who? Come in." A loud voice came from the room.

Yang Yiyun walked in and took a look. The room was 30 square meters, smog, and a strong smell of herbs permeated the whole room.

There is a railway in the corner, on which there is a one-foot-high bucket that is thick and sturdy in the shape of a gourd. The smell of herbs is emitted from it.

And there are already eighty-year-old Taoist who is fanning the fire by the stove.

Hearing Yang Yiyun coming in, he turned around and said, "The layman is here to go to the incense and release the signing?

Yang Yiyun may not have known each other for a few years when he has been studying abroad, so he smiled and said, "Mao Daochang, I am Yunzi from Shangyang Village. When I was a child, I ate melons and fruits with Tie Dan. Do you remember?"

"Oh~ I remember, it turns out that you are this hairy monkey, and the iron egg bunny. When you were young, you were counted as the most naughty. In a blink of an eye, you grew so big." Mao Daochang laughed and asked Yang Yiyun. Come sit on a stool.

Yang Yiyun thought about being naughty when he was a child and was too embarrassed to smile, and asked casually: "Mao Daochang, are you here...?"

"Hey, I'm old, and my waist and legs hurt recently. I went to the mountains to dig some yam and cook some medicine by myself." Lao Dao said with a sigh.

"You always go to the hospital to see it. It's dangerous to run into the mountains at such an old age." Yang Yiyun said to him after sitting down. Thinking about this old way of life is quite pitiful, I heard from the village elders that he was a Taoist priest halfway through. When he was young, he had a family and a room, but he lost his wife and children due to some major changes, so he became a monk. He came to Jiutian Temple 30 years ago, and he has never lived since then. go.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I'm getting sick, now it's expensive to see a doctor, and I always spend the sesame oil money of the empress, and I can't make it through."

Listening to Mao’s words, Yang Yiyun understood a little bit. Jiutian Temple is located deep in the mountains. Most of the pilgrims who can come come only once on the fifteenth day of the new year. Even if they donate sesame oil, they don’t have much money. Besides, rural people don’t have much money , I don’t have any money, it’s a bit shabby even to use such a pot for boiling medicine.

Yang Yiyun took out a stack of money and put it in front of the old Taoist saying: "Daoist, this is my little heart. You take it down the mountain to see if you are sick, and the remaining money is my sesame oil money."

The old way saw Yang Yiyun put out a thick pile of money and gave up again and again: "If you can't do it, it's not easy for you young people to make money outside. My old bones are all in the ground, and you don't need to spend that money."

"Dao Master, please don't refuse. I don't have any money right now. I think I worship the gods. As an agent of the gods, you still have to take care of your body, keep incense in the empress temple, and remove the visas from the villagers. For the interpretation of the hexagram, take my grandma as an example. She will be here on the fifteenth day of the new year. If you are not there, who will she ask for the interpretation of the hexagram?"

Yang Yiyun said sincerely, and the old Dao stopped to refuse, and said: "Immeasurable Tianzun, thank you for the old Dao."

He was polite and accepted Yang Yiyun's money. At this time, he went to hold a fan and fan the stove again. Seeing his legs and feet are unsatisfactory, Yang Yiyun walked over and said, "The master, I will help you."

He took the fan and helped him fan the stove. The medicine was too thick and it didn’t seem to move. Yang Yiyun couldn’t help but said, “Master, take the time to go down the mountain and buy an induction cooker. It’s more convenient to boil medicine. Medicine equipment."

The old man coughed and coughed: "This jar is an ancient artifact. It was thrown behind the temple. I saw it could hold water, so I washed it and used it as a casserole. It looked like a pill furnace, like a bronze material. It's too thick, and it takes so much to boil water."

Speaking unintentionally, listening intentionally, Yang Yiyun heard the word pill furnace, and immediately moved in his heart, calling Master in his heart, wanting Master to see if it was a pill furnace?

He needs to make alchemy. In the words of the master, he can make alchemy if he has the true essence and Lihuo, but the pill furnace is the only one missing.

Immediately, Master Yun Tianxie's voice sounded in his mind: "Huh~ It's actually an ancient immortal pill furnace. Good boy, you can get lucky. With such an immortal pill furnace, your alchemy will be twice the result with half the effort.

Unexpectedly, in your small world, there will be ancient fairy artifacts. It seems that the civilization of this world is not simple. You will have to pay attention to it in the future. Maybe, there are still some powerful things in your world. The cultivator.

However, this pill furnace is a good thing. You must get it. Putting such a thing in the world of comprehension can also cause a **** storm~"

After listening to Master Yun Tianxie's words, Yang Yiyun's heart jumped. He didn't expect that there really were fairy artifacts, and listening to Master's tone, this pill furnace that was used to boil medicine by the old way is still a treasure. It is really not something that can be praised by Master. many.

The last 500-year-old ginseng was not in his eyes. This time, a dark pill furnace appeared, but it was a treasure of immortality in his mouth.

Thinking of this, Yang Yiyun looked at Lao Dao with anxiety, and expressed his willingness to buy this medicine pot, thinking that he would buy it no matter how much money he spent, because he was afraid that Lao Dao would not be willing.

Unexpectedly, the old-fashioned eyes widened and said: "It's just a pot of boiling medicine. Take it if it doesn't get dirty. It's hard to boil water anyway."

With a relaxed sentence, Yang Yiyun was overjoyed. He didn't expect that this time he went up the mountain to worship the gods and got an ancient immortal pill furnace.