Taoist Cultivation System

First of all, it is impossible to worship the earth and city gods in Taoist temples. Those temples have their own temples. In addition to Taoist gods, larger temples also enshrine their respective ancestors. Generally enshrined gods are Sanqing, Jade Emperor, Queen Mother of the West, Doulao Yuanjun, Wenchang Emperor, Taiyi God of Suffering, Jiutian Jiutian Yingyuan Puhua Tianzun, Zhenwu Emperor, Ziwei Emperor, Houtu Empress, Gouchen Emperor, Anji Changsheng Emperor, three officials: Taiji Zhenren, Ziwei Zhenren, Qingxu Zhenren, in addition to the Concubine Lady, the God of Wealth Marshal Zhao, Guan Yu, these three are generally enshrined in small Taoist temples. Quanzhen and Zhengyi have different ancestors, so I won't mention them. They are collectively called Taoist Celestial Masters, and I don't bother to mention their respective priesthoods. There are three parts, four supplements and thirteen categories of Taoist classics. I am too lazy to mention them. Taoism's Tao Te Ching is a four-character verse. Of course, the Tao Te Ching of each school is different.

In the eyes of Taoists, all living beings are equal. Therefore, although I have good thoughts in my heart, I cannot hold back my words. Taoism pays attention to integrity, and those who are destined can meet each other. However, there are all kinds of life, and all kinds of people always have different human hearts. Taoist priests and monks are different from each other. They pay attention to following one's heart, but this following one's heart is not about wanton behavior, but a change in mentality. In the end, persuasion, rituals are returned to their place, and the resentful ghosts in the world enter reincarnation. It is often said that good people should not be deceived. This kindness is the basic moral goodwill towards people and spirits. But there is both light and darkness, and people's hearts are unpredictable. They always try to figure out other people's thoughts, falsely accuse Taoist priests, and even flatter Taoist priests. No matter how much Taoist priests give, they have no scruples. The Tao is the Tao, and the Tao is in the human heart, and they can treat them equally, but when they are attacked, they will put down their good thoughts to protect themselves. I think this kind of behavior is the true Tao. Therefore, the foundation of Tao is to do good and not be deceived.

Taoism wants to start poverty alleviation and regain its glory. This "poverty alleviation" task actually falls on a young Taoist priest who is just twenty years old and the system. In a parallel world, Buddhism has prospered and Taoism has declined in recent years, so the gods of Taoism have joined forces to create a Taoist temple cultivation system, intending to launch a Taoism poverty alleviation plan to help Taoism regain its glory. By coincidence, Chen Yang, a young Taoist priest from the unknown Taoist temple on Lingshan Mountain in Lingjiang City, was bound by the system and became the host when he was about to leave the Taoist temple and go down the mountain. Chen Yang was selected by this system when he was preparing to return to secular life and return home. Chen Yang also felt helpless. In his own words, there was suddenly a system related to Taoism. However, he still happily accepted the great task of revitalizing the Taoism brought to him by this Taoism system. What I have to say is that this system is indeed very reliable. As long as Chen Yang can successfully complete the tasks jointly designed by the Taoist gods, he will be able to obtain the Taoist seal and be ranked in the Immortal Class. This reward can be said to be very attractive. But this system is also a bit bad, because it seems that it does not provide the host with various material capabilities like other systems. This system is more like a supervisor and controller of plan execution. Of course, it will give the host a lot of help when necessary. The author uses natural and fluent language to vividly display the poverty alleviation plan that Chen Yang started under the command of the system. Daomen's poverty alleviation plan, the problems Daomen encountered on the road to revitalization, and the problems they solved again and again. The author uses concise and vivid descriptions of this process to make readers feel as if they are immersed in it. The process of Taoist poverty alleviation and regaining its glory is bound to be full of difficulties, but with the command and help of the system, Chen Yang resolutely embarked on this path, and the effect seems to be very good! [Slot] The shortcoming of this book is that the protagonist feels very aggrieved. Although if the protagonist is so powerful and invincible, people may not like it, but when the protagonist lives a particularly aggrieved life, it will feel very uncomfortable. In this book, Chen Yang feels very aggrieved, which makes readers feel a little unhappy while reading.

This book is good, at least it can make people interested in reading it, but can you not write about Taoism in such a dark way? There are too many Taoist temples published in Lingshan City so far. In addition to the protagonist's own Taoist temple, there are six other Taoist temples. Only one Zijinshan Taoist temple has positive reviews. The other Taoist temples are more disgusting than the others. Qingfeng Temple changed it in the later period and let it go. In order to set off the protagonist's pretentiousness, the Taoism is written in such a poor way. There are 8 out of 10 Taoist priests who are bad, and one is really bad. The most important thing is that these Taoist temples are relatively powerful ones (except for two). The other Taoist temple protagonists are probably unbeatable. Just like Lu Xun said, "Pretending is good, it all relies on big moves to maintain it." On the contrary, there are very few descriptions of Buddhism, and it is more upright. Seeing it now makes me sick. It has gotten to the point where, instead, everyone is showing incredible greed for face, loyalty, and wealth. You can pretend to be cool. If you have been pretending until now, don't involve the Taoist sect anymore. Continue pretending in another place. The Taoist sect is almost ruined. If I continue to write five or six hundred chapters like this, I can't imagine what the Taoist sect will be like. I'm afraid that any little Taoist priest he meets will have his nostrils turned upward and look askance at people. It's unreasonable. Troublemaking, no, when you meet a Taoist priest casually, your nostrils will turn up in the air when you look at the protagonist. The protagonist also has a background. Why do those Taoist priests have such a strong sense of superiority?

Let's talk about it again~ Recently, several book friends have mentioned the "donor" thing. First of all, one thing to understand is that the Buddha was a latecomer. After the Buddha came, he borrowed many Taoist rules. For example, abbot, abbot, these titles were originally exclusive to Taoist priests. The layman refers to a general term for people who are at home. It is also a self-proclaimed name for some literati and poets, which means a hermit. For example, Dongpo layman and so on. The donor is not the transfer of the monk, but anyone who offers incense, whether entering a temple or a Taoist temple, can call the other person the donor. Taoist priests have many titles for outsiders. Depending on whether they donate money, there are titles such as good person, fasting master, meritorious master, etc. This set of team basics was figured out by Taoists, not Buddhas. In addition, immeasurable longevity and blessings, immeasurable deity, these are simplifications, I use immeasurable deity because it is more widely known. If it were truer, it should be "Heavenly Lord with Infinite Blessings". Discussions welcome.

As title. I have never deleted any reviews of this book from its inception until now. Specifically, it can be seen that a book review has hundreds of likes and appears on the book review homepage. That book review was not a positive review, it was about his personal thoughts and some dissatisfaction with the book, and I did not delete it. QQ Reading has bugs, and it often swallows book reviews, which has nothing to do with me. I explained it in the opening chapter of the book. Moreover, I immerse myself in writing books every day. I occasionally read them before going to bed after finishing them, and I never deleted them when I encountered negative reviews. Generally, the book reviews that get swallowed disappear as soon as they are published. This is the book review. Otherwise, how could I have seen your book review as soon as it came out and then deleted it. I don't have any special powers either. Please understand.

Author, let me ask you, if you torture someone once or twice in a hundred chapters, it's okay. Is it interesting to have a hundred chapters all about torturing people? No, when I saw the water control area, the system originally issued a task to raise 10,000 incense, or 100,000 for publicity. I don't understand why the protagonist couldn't think of raising some publicity for himself? As long as it's not too outrageous and it's helping the people, I believe the government won't invite you to tea or cut you into slices. And I believe there will be people on the Internet who will seek verification even in the dark. And I really don't know what to say about the protagonist you wrote. At the age of 20, would he not be utilitarian? In the early stage, he said that he wanted to return to the secular world, but it was only later that the system intervened and he did not return to the secular world. And his wanting to return to the secular world means that he is still utilitarian. Don't say that he just wants to go back and find a wife to live with his parents. That doesn't exist. Doesn't he like the feeling in the city? How come the system has made me so pure and devoid of desire? Don't you care if people criticize you on the Internet? He who pays off will pay off himself? Are you waiting for those believers to help you solve everything? Will you do it yourself unless someone comes to you?

I would like to ask, is this book a replica of the Monk System? One is the monk system One is the Taoist system - One is a dilapidated monk temple with no reputation. One is a dilapidated Taoist temple, which is also unknown. - One is the task of selling ten sticks of incense If one is on a mission, he will sell a hundred sticks of incense. - A monk takes in animals A Taoist priest also takes in animals Ps: I've only read about twenty chapters so far... I seriously doubt that the same author wrote two vests. Otherwise, why are they so similar!

How about waiting for my hair to reach my waist, when the general comes back? I am a gentleman with a carefree mind, but how can I expect that the mountains and rivers will rustle? The light of day suddenly breaks, and the snow grows old at dusk. The cold sword silently listens to the thunder, and the long spear alone guards the empty ditch and lies drunk on the battlefield. Lord Don't laugh, blowing through the corners of the painting all night. A late visitor from the south of the Yangtze River is wearing a red rope knot at the end of his hair. When your hair reaches your waist, I will return to the court in triumph. In the past, I was a young hero riding a horse and carefree. The east capital has a beautiful glow, while the west lake is misty. Holding a gun and fighting bloody battles in all directions, vowing to protect the beauty of the mountains and rivers. On the day when I return from victory, I will spend a good night with you. I look forward to working together until old age, and I am willing to share the same clothes with you. How about when your hair reaches your waist, and my wife comes back? Look all over the world, and there is no trace of my wife. The prosperity remains the same after many times, but I have no nostalgia. I am traveling all over the world tonight and am happy. I only wish to grow old with you. How about you come and look for me when my hair reaches my waist? Looking at the gentlemen in the world, none of them are as carefree as you. After several times in the world, it is still in vain, but how can I understand what I mean by spending this night in vain? I am willing to grow old with you forever. When my hair reaches my waist, I will meet you at Xiqiao. The mist lingers darkly in the mountains, and the breeze blows across the brow. The green bamboos outside the curtain are tall and clear, and the bright moon does not care about the present day. Playing the wine and playing the harp for a long night of drunkenness, there are few guests in the world of mortals. When my hair reaches my waist, how about being inscribed on the gold medal list? I dress up and wear jade in the mirror, and Bo Tan Lang smiles and dances in a enchanting way, and the pear blossoms are secretly light. The flowers, candles and cups in the bridal chamber intersect, hand in hand until old age. When my hair reaches my waist, the moon is high and the spring is cold. Who will sweep up the fallen flowers in the courtyard? The road in front of the pavilion is far away. Clear tears fall down the corner of my clothes, my hair is as messy as weeds, I have dreams every night, my face is haggard, when will the love of this life be? How about I wait for my hair to reach my waist and hide in the city? The green mountains and green water reflect the stone bridge, a few wisps of smoke curl up leisurely, the embroidery needle is picked lightly, the flowers are planted in front of the garden, the light fragrance of tea floats in the afternoon, and a piece of scripture is read carefully. When your hair reaches your waist, the red plum blossoms and white snow are floating lightly, how can it be better to miss each other than to wait for the setting sun to shine in the west? It is already infatuation to express your thoughts to each other, and to love each other again. No matter how bad the past is, I hope it will be fine for the rest of my life. When my hair reaches my waist, I will feel lovesickness. The young man turned around and smiled, holding hands to pick peonies together. When my hair reaches my waist, snow falls in the north in my dream. Holding an umbrella alone, I went up to Kongqiao and saw the vastness of the river all night. When my hair reaches my waist, I can't see the end of the world and I have lost all my letters, and my heart is anxious when the sun sets. When my hair reaches my waist, I will be a wanderer in a foreign land. Even if you are surrounded by pink and white, who knows that your heart is lonely. When your hair reaches your waist, the red plum blossoms and white snow are floating lightly, how can it be better to miss each other than to wait for the setting sun to shine in the west? It is already infatuation to express your thoughts to each other, and to love each other again. No matter how bad the past is, I hope it will be fine for the rest of my life. When my hair reaches my waist, I will feel lovesickness. The young man turned around and smiled, holding hands to pick peonies together. When my hair reaches my waist, snow falls in the north in my dream. Holding an umbrella alone, I went up to Kongqiao and saw the vastness of the river all night. When my hair reaches my waist, I can't see the end of the world and I have lost all my letters, and my heart is anxious when the sun sets. When my hair reaches my waist, I will be a wanderer in a foreign land. Even if you are surrounded by pink and white, who knows that your heart is lonely. When my hair reaches my waist, I look down on the streets and look enchanting. People say spring is good in the south of the Yangtze River. How could you have spent such a good night waiting for me to grow my hair down to my waist, and I am no longer the Gillian I used to be. When I climb high on the Chinese Valentine's Day, I would especially like to have your arms in my arms. If you have long hair that reaches to your waist, how about Pan Lang marrying you? If you have long black hair and straight hair, would you like to spread ten miles of red makeup? But I'm afraid that if you have long hair that reaches your waist, I won't see you come back.

This is 667, which is also the chapter that I abandoned the book. In fact, it was very comfortable to read at the beginning. After more than 500 chapters, I became more and more frustrated. Until this chapter, I saw how idiotic Pig Feet is. The hatred between Nan Ya and Pig Feet is simply unending. I really want to ask Pig Feet if he has any brains. So many things in the past were caused by Nan Ya. Why the hell have you not doubted him until now? And ask him why he helped you? I'm not saying this because I read the novel and understood the plot. As a person who has been enlightened and enlightened many times, your thinking will never be low, but now the pig's feet are written like a big fool, which is really disappointing. Give it three stars. I actually quite like this book, but I like to pursue details. Goodbye.