Looking around the world, it seems that a hundred schools of thought are contending, but in fact, there are many schools of thought.
Xu Xing could tell at a glance that the road in this house was crooked, that road in that house was full of potholes, and that house in that house... The roads were dead ends, and there were potholes and mud.
"Those who practice Taoism and Taoism every day, the way you cultivate makes it difficult for you to walk, and you are misleading others. Isn't this..."
At first, everyone treated this person with courtesy and wanted to give him some advice on Taoism.
Unexpectedly, this guy just pointed and pointed at me, and seemed to have no sense of boundaries.
"Brother, you are really good at sword dancing. Are you planning to dance to prove the Tao? Then this sword is useless... Why don't you consider selling it to me at a low price? Hey, don't worry, don't cut it down if you don't want to sell it..."
"Friend, when you strike with the ax, you have a relic of the great God Pangu who opened the sky... But you are practicing with the trees in the entire dojo, and you don't care about them after cutting them down. If they are piled up here, they are still in the way. I will transport them down the mountain for you for free and sell them... Oh, instead of getting rid of them, just get a little hard work fee..."
"This fellow Taoist, your space method..."
"That fellow Taoist, your pill technique..."
Of course, Xu Xing annoyed everyone in the monastic world.
In response to this, a certain Xu who did not want to be named, who was in the superposition of perpetrator and victim, spread his hands.
