The American Scripture

The meal was very happy, at least Chenghu felt very comfortable, because he found that he had not been turned away by Zhen Fan because he had peeped through Zhen Fan's secrets, and in short, his anxious heart could be considered stable. In this article, Zhen Fan's taste is a bit spicy. Chenghu was sweating profusely after eating this meal, but he felt very refreshed in his heart.

"When are you going to open the clinic? I'll go and hold a show for you!" After the meal, Melissa made two cups of tea, one for each, steaming hot, Chenghu drank it while it was hot, and suddenly felt a fragrance Through the forehead, the whole person's spirit was refreshed, and he couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, "After all, it is different from a mortal, I didn't expect that even drinking tea is different from a mortal."

"We are all mortals, it's just that we take a different path!" Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled, disagreeing with Chenghu's point of view. "I am a cultivator. Although the Tao is in front, there is still someone behind after all, so People’s greed, anger, madness, and anger are still contaminated. That’s why I’m still rolling in the red dust, and I haven’t ascended into a fairy and escaped from the mortal dust!"

"Is it really possible to become an immortal?" Cheng Hu heard that he was terrible, and he hurried over to ask.

"It's just a little more calligraphy than ordinary people. Have you seen a fairy?" Zhen Fan couldn't help but wanted to laugh. "No, I haven't seen it, but I don't know if there is a fairy. , But the Taoist self-cultivation can really make people live a few more years!"

Cheng Hu's eyes lit up when he heard it, then he stretched out his hand and stretched out in front of Zhen Fan, and said with a grin: "Then give me a few elixir, so that I can live another one or two hundred years."

"I really have to live for so many years. Wouldn't it be an old tortoise?" Zhen Fan suddenly became a little speechless, and then slapped his hands, then knocked out Chenghu's hand. "If I really want to live for a few more years, I have a mind-set method for self-cultivation. If you practice diligently, it will be of great benefit to you. Not to mention living a hundred years, but it will allow you to live for more than ninety years. possible."

"Is there really such a mentality?" Chenghu was overjoyed. Suddenly stood up solemnly, then filled Zhen Fan's teacup and held it in both hands. Standing in front of Zhen Fan with a serious face, he said: "Since you want to accept your mind, that's my master. Today I worship you as a teacher. As long as the master tells you, the apprentice must do it!" Kneeling down, giving a three-kneeling nine-knock salute to the teacher, looks quite solemn.

Zhen Fan hurriedly flicked his hand, a gentle force dragged Chenghu, and Chenghu couldn't stand it anymore: "Don't do this, I helped you in the friendship of friends. You made this set, I How will you joke with you in the future? We are only friends. Can we not be a master and apprentice?"

"This... I always feel that something is wrong!" Cheng Hu is a person who has received strict etiquette education, and he takes this seriously. And when he was apprentice, he also gave such a big gift, so he thought it was right, but Zhen Fan was unwilling, so he touched the back of his head, a little helpless.

"Don't feel uneasy. Everyone has their own conditions. You met me and saw my situation that night. This is your and mine. So what are you worried about?" Zhen Fan said. Said to Chenghu, "I don't have any on hand now. Go to the United States and call me. Then I will give you the Taoist mentality. Of course it is a gift to someone who is predestined."

Seeing that Zhen Fan had said this, Cheng Hu didn't force it. The two talked for a while and then left. Melissa watched Zhen Fan chatting with Cheng Hu and couldn't understand a word. Although she had already started to learn Chinese, she was still limited to the daily vocabulary such as "hello", "thank you", and "goodbye".

"Boss, do we have any plans now? I am your secretary. You have to tell me your schedule in China so I can make arrangements for you!" Melissa's eyes flickered at Zhen Fan, doing her best Duty.

"Forget it, I don't have any itinerary that I can plan for what I think of and what to do. After I announced my withdrawal from the entertainment industry, there was a lot less harassment, which allowed me to calm down, but... these days we will go to Lingwu Mountain, I'm going to see my master." Zhen Fan suddenly said.

It's been a long time since I went to Lingwu Mountain. It has been more than a year since I took Emma last time. By the way, I collected Chinese herbal medicines in Lingwu Mountain and brought them to the United States. The ones that can be used in the future are the Chinese medicine research laboratory and the Chinese patent medicine pharmaceutical factory that Zhen Fan has high hopes to establish with Zoe in the future.

If you want to truly promote traditional Chinese medicine, you cannot rely on Chinese herbal decoctions alone. You must have your own proprietary Chinese medicine products. This conforms to the habits of Westerners in taking medicine and is also one of the most important means to promote Chinese medicine.

To the north of Xinglong County, Hebei is to the south of Lingwu Mountain. Last time Zhen Fan went up from here, because last time Zhen Fan used Taoist means to fly directly up, and this time Zhen Fan cannot be like holding Emma. He flew over with Melissa in his arms, so Zhen Fan still took the path of the scenic spot.

And he also bought two tickets. The ticket seller recognized Zhen Fan, and he had to report to the leader quickly, and he wanted to dispense with the big star tickets, but Zhen Fan didn't want to deal with those people who didn't want to drink them, so he bought the tickets and went in. There were not many people along the way, in twos and threes, most of them came by car in the suburbs.

"This is really a good place!" Melissa was curious as she walked and watched. This is the first time she has come to China. What I have heard about before is the backward image of China. Her image of China still remains in the 1950s and 1960s. So when she first came to the capital, she was surprised to see a modern metropolis.

The trip to the capital in the past few days has completely subverted her impression of China and the impression of Chinese people. Apart from Zhen Fan, the Chinese people she has come into contact with are some Chinese people in Chinatown. Anyway, they are a group of people who are quite conservative and feel that they are incompatible with mainstream American society.

But on the streets of the capital, all she saw were brightly dressed people with confident faces. At the banquet, those people looked very educated, spoke gentle and courteous, so she was almost there again. I washed my mind again, and then came up with a brand new impression of China.

"I think...I like this place!" Melissa chatted with Zhen Fan as she walked.

"What do you mean? This place? Lingwu Mountain is a very beautiful mountain near the capital. I also like it very much. I have a special feeling for it because my master used to live here. Now It’s also buried here. And I spent it here when I was a kid!" Zhen Fan looked at Melissa.

Zhen Fan knows Melissa's previous impressions of China, and he didn't talk to her too much or explain anything, so this time he brought her here, in order to show her what kind of country China is. Sure enough, this one came. It completely knocked down the biased reports of the US media.

"No, I mean the whole of China, including the people here!" Melissa blinked at Zhen Fan. He smiled and said, "To be honest, I did have some prejudice before, even if it was against you. I just didn't say it. It didn't show up on the face, I'm sorry, this is because I rashly believed those shit-like reports. "

"Does the people here also include me?" Zhen Fan also smiled.

"Of course, aren't you here?" Melissa smiled and jumped forward, turning a corner, and it was a Taoist temple, which Zhen Fan had seen when she was a child. There is an old Taoist who is over a hundred years old and often talks to the master about Taoism, and the two people often walk around. But ten years ago, the old Dao had been sitting down, and then in response to the government's call, the Taoist temple sparked the old Dao, and then the ashes were enshrined in the side house.

"What kind of building is this?" Melissa looked at the Taoist temple in front, stopped and greeted Zhen Fan to come over, "In China, I see this kind of building the most, in your capital. It is even more than this. Big and better!" Melissa has a very rudimentary impression of Chinese buildings. She only looks alike, so she thinks Taoist temples are similar to the palaces in Beijing because they are too rich in Chinese characteristics.

"Taoist temple, the cultivators live inside!" Zhen Fan said, leading Melissa in, but as soon as she entered, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a green robes came over, followed by two little Taoist boys in blue robes .

The building in the main hall was a bit dilapidated, but it was cleaned up, and the Sanqing image was shaking and the paint began to fall off. And when I came in, I saw that the outside walls were mottled, as if they hadn't been repaired for a long time.

"Donor, please!" The middle-aged Taoist took three sticks of incense to Zhen Fan and motioned to Zhen Fan to incense the statue of Sanqing.

Zhen Fan took it, and respectfully incense. Then he asked the middle-aged Taoist priest to give Melissa three sticks of incense. Melissa took it over with a smile, and then walked to the statue of Sanqing, and learned from Zhen Fan. First, three bows, then kneel down and worship three times. It is closed eyes. Decently done.

Few foreigners came to worship Sanqing in this way. Melissa's kneeling attracted two or three tourists to watch it, as if she was very excited. Zhen Fan took out the wallet from her body, counted from it, took out several hundred yuan, and put it into a merit box beside the incense burner.

Seeing that Zhen Fan did this, Melissa also wanted to take money out of her body, but when she felt it, she only took out a few dollar bills from her trouser pocket, counted them, almost one hundred dollars, and then also learned Zhen Fan's stuffed into the merit box.

That's a dollar bill. Looking at the Arabic numerals, it seems to be more than what Zhen Fan throws in. The middle-aged Taoist priest and the two little Taoist priests hurriedly saluted and said: "The Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"

"This Taoist temple has been around for many years, so it's so dilapidated, why didn't you expect to repair it?" Zhen Fan asked.

The middle-aged Taoist priest dare not neglect ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is a rich man, so he stepped forward and said with a sad face: "I also want to repair it, but I don't have money. The government has ignored it for many years and only opened a ticket office here. , To receive tickets, the merit money in the Taoist temple must be divided among them. Now that it can maintain the lives of a few people, it is already very good to maintain the Taoist temple to open the door normally every day!" The middle-aged Taoist priest said helplessly, "Fight. Reports several times are useless, nobody cares about it! It's one of their income!"

Zhen Fan frowned. He could see that the Taoist priest did not tell lies. Judging from his face, he was a sincere person and said, "If it can't be sustained, what should I do?"

"I don't know, let's take one step at a time!" The middle-aged Taoist sighed.

"I invest, I will give you Taoism, give you a fixed salary, don't put the merit box there in the future!" Zhen Fan said, pointing to the hall.

The middle-aged Taoist blushed and he was ashamed.

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