Chapter 391 Monk and Sword

"Come on, let me ask you to answer. Passionate love has been empty since ancient times. What's the next sentence?"

In the early morning, the blind man asked Xue San who was sitting in front of him while making tea.

Xue San immediately replied with a smile:

"This hate lasts forever."

The blind man nodded and said, "Another one who was led astray by a pig."

"Forehead……"

"It is the origin of good dreams that are the easiest to wake up from."

"I've never heard of it, no, are you calling me as stupid as a pig?" Xue San understood.

The blind man picked up the teacup and took a sip, but felt that the tea was not very comfortable. He hesitated for a while, and put it down again. It was hot, and it would be best to have something cooler. It seems that I have to find it later Ming wants some ice cubes.

"I mean, actually we all have a lot of freedom, within the limit of this freedom, each of us can do what we like, but if it exceeds this limit, it is not allowed.

Just like what you did last time, it was actually tantamount to pitting us all. "

"I was tricked by Ali. That idiot didn't tell me the whole story. Besides, you all don't know what to do. Aren't you also looking at my wind direction?"

"Yes." The blind man said of course.

"Since you are looking at my wind direction, do you still have the nerve to talk about me now?"

"Excuse me, do you know the difference between a pioneer and a scammer? In fact, they are the person who walks at the front of a road. When the road finally passes through, he is called a pioneer. If the road is blocked, he is called a scammer. .

So, you are a scammer. "

"Hey, hey, early in the morning, I just came to you to ask for some money, so you have to give me a good meal, right?"

"Idle is idle." The blind man didn't care.

At this moment, Si Niang walked in.

Today's Si Niang is wearing a long purple dress and a phoenix hairpin on her head, she is magnificent.

The blind man paused for a moment, then smiled in relief.

Xue Sanyi didn't react at first, and after Si Niang sat down, Xue San was just about to speak, but suddenly he was startled, and hurriedly said:

"Si Niang, have you made it?"

Si Niang stretched out her hand, picked up an account book that had just been delivered early in the morning, and opened it while nodding.

"How did it happen?" Xue San couldn't understand.

"That's it."

"Then you... Forget it, I won't ask any more. Thousands of people have thousands of ways. If I keep asking, I can't say no, and I will be tricked into it. Si Niang, please approve this list for me. I want to make these first." Workshop, some equipment I need someone to build."

The group of people under Xue San's command was trained by himself, and he also designed some special equipment to equip them, and these equipment are generally not suitable for promotion. Can't afford it.

"Okay, let's put it here, I'll get someone to send it to you in the afternoon after approval."

"Okay, then I'll go, you guys talk."

Xue San got up and left the signing room.

The blind man then turned to Siniang and said, "Congratulations."

Siniang shook her head and said:

"I really want to congratulate me. Why don't you fight with me now to see if your mental strength is as fast as my needle."

After every promotion, there will be an urge to find someone to fight with.

The blind man smiled bitterly and said:

"I can't beat it."

"No fun."

"I sent today's list, please work harder."

"knew."

The blind man got up and left without delay.

Si Niang quickly read the account book in hand, put it aside after putting on red, and moved her fingers slightly.

Thinking of what I said to the Lord last night,

In this world, you are the only man in the Lord.

Rao is a veteran in Fengyue field, Si Niang's face flushed unconsciously.

This is really from the heart,

She is not interested in men, but she is a woman.

Since you are a woman, you will always have needs. You want to find someone to try to get along with, find someone to try to talk about, try to talk about love, whether it is spiritual or physical, you must have a partner.

In this world, only the Lord can give her the feeling of being a man.

Even if she doesn't love the Lord, it's not love between a man and a woman, but she has no choice.

Is this considered love?

Si Niang didn't know either.

When he got up, the Lord was still asleep.

What is it like to love someone?

Siniang didn't know the answer.

But when he got up and saw his body being hollowed out, he really felt a great sense of accomplishment and satisfaction in his heart.

I have to look through the second account book,

Si Niang's eyes immediately turned cold,

A quill pen dipped in red paint draws a large circle over an area.

This circle means that people are going to die again.

Siniang thought again of what the blind man had said to her,

Those dirty hands can't be cut off, and if they are cut off, they will grow again.

said the blind man,

After taking a bath, the body will still be dirty. Is it possible that because of this, you will never take a bath again?

The Lord said that he wanted to go to Jiangnan of Qianguo to relax and relax.

In fact, Si Niang also wanted to go in her heart.

Going round and round, from the westernmost edge of Yan State to the easternmost edge of Jin State, what changes is the scenery, what remains unchanged is the roughness in the red curtains.

It seems that only in Jiangnan of Qianguo can one find the real exquisite brothel.

It's just a pity,

Now that the matter at hand has not been dealt with, if you want to go out for a stroll, you have to wait until everything is on the right track at Xueguan.

At the same time, the identity of the master is different, and if something happens, it's not just a joke.

Si Niang sighed,

Pick up the third ledger.

...

"Master, this is Xueguan. Look, they are building a lot of construction, and the people are in dire straits!"

"Hey!"

The old monk was like a slap in the face to his apprentice.

The little monk held his bald head very aggrieved.

"Liaofan, I told you to read too much, but don't believe in all the books."

"But it's obvious here..."

"Big construction and construction must mean that the people are in dire straits? Take a look, although the people here are working hard, but there is no look of decadence on their faces. It is clearly the appearance of a Buddha in their hearts."

There is a Buddha in the heart, and the Buddha here can be understood as hope.

"But everyone in the world suffers. How can they be forced to work like this..."

Monk Kongyuan heard the words and immediately planned to hit Mao Lizi again, but seeing that his disciple was still covering his head, he could only bend his knees and slap his disciple's ass hard.

"ah!"

The little monk Liao Fan was very aggrieved and covered his buttocks again.

"What are you arguing with Master? If everyone in the world cultivates and worships the Buddha, who will plant the land for us to eat? Who will build the Buddhist hall? Who will build the Buddha statue?

Buddhism is pure and bitter, but any bitterness, if you add the word "clear" in front of it, it is actually not so bitter, but a kind of emotional appeal. "

"Master, you are misinterpreting Buddhism."

"You and I are both Buddhas, and all living beings are Buddhas. How can there be a unified Buddha?"

"Master, I can't say enough about you."

"Then keep your mouth shut, look at the soldiers cruising over there, then look there, it's clearly barbarian tents, and then look at the foot of the mountain, there are all barbarian slaves.

This Uncle Hirano is destined to be a murderous master. After you enter later, if you speak wild words, don't think that people will think that you are young and cute and not as knowledgeable as you. "

"Master, this disciple understands."

"It's good to know, go and send the ultimatum."

"But there is no temple here?"

"When we come, the temple will come."

"But this ultimatum was issued by the government office of the state of Chu. We are monks recognized by the government office of the state of Chu. If we take the ultimatum issued by the government office of the state of Chu to the people of Yan, you are not afraid, master..."

"That's why we, representing the monks of Chu, came to take refuge in the real self, Great Yan."

"..." Little Monk Fan.

"Not going soon?"

"Master, you are really shameless."

"Give it to the teacher!"

Monk Kong Yuan kicked over.

...

"master."

"Come back so soon?"

"Well, my apprentice asked about it, and the yamen servant over there said that the earl's mansion accepts us gods."

"You are tall, you are tall, you are tall!"

Two chestnuts went down one after another, and there were two red spots on the head of little monk Fan.

"Master, that's what they say."

"Is there a vegetarian meal?"

"Eat, drink, and shelter."

"Where?"

"It's in a place called Temple Terrace in the city."

"Go."

"But they call us magic sticks."

"But master, I'm hungry!"

Monk Kongyuan led the young monk into the Xuehai Customs. When he entered the city gate, he encountered no obstacles. After entering, he smelled the fragrance from the surrounding pavement, and both monks, one big and one small, began to chant scriptures in the five internal organs temple.

It's just that the yamen called Miaotai is next to the north gate, so the two of them, the master and the apprentice, still have a long way to go.

At this time,

There was a group of children running in front of them. There were about 800 of them. They were all thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys. They were wearing uniform gray exercise uniforms and the same boots.

The leader was a school lieutenant, dressed in armor, leading the group of children running.

Seeing this scene, Monk Kong Yuan subconsciously stopped, watching the group of children running past him row by row.

"Master, I'm hungry."

The little monk Liao Fan urged the old monk to go to eat fast.

Monk Kongyuan smacked his lips and said:

"That's rather strange. What do you notice about the eight hundred kids who are your age?"

"See what?"

"There's an evil spirit on them."

"Silly?"

"boom!"

It was another Mao Lizi knocked down.

"pain!"

"It's evil spirits, evil spirits! Ancestors have spirits, descendants worship their ancestors' blood and food, and ancestors protect future generations. This is the outline of yin and yang ethics."

"What's so strange about this master, who has no ancestors."

"It's different. These kids are different. They tell you to learn more and watch more. They know how to eat and drink all day long. See how promising you are."

"What are you talking about?" At this time, a Lifu pushing a cart passed by, and said to the monk with a smile: "The group of children just now belonged to the righteous hall in the school. In the early days, they were all orphans. Born, was adopted by our Earl's Mansion, and later a soldier died in battle. Because he had no heir, he donated the pension money to the school, and selected a child from the orphans to change his surname for adoption.

You said they were orphans, it is true that they have no father or mother, but at home, they are all enshrined with memorial tablets. "

Monk Kongyuan heard the words, thoughtfully said: "No wonder, no wonder."

"Hey, you two monks, are you going to the temple?" Li Fu asked.

"Exactly."

"You can only go to the temple. In other places in our Xuehaiguan, you can't get food. Our Xuehaiguan does not support idlers. If you want to be idlers, you will have nothing to eat.

The Earl's Mansion allows us to burn paper, and allows us to pay homage, but we are not allowed to raise monks, Taoists, or priests to come out to do business. If we catch one, we will catch one. What is it called breaking feudal superstition. "

"Master, what does feudal superstition mean?" Monk Liao Fan asked himself, Master.

"No shit."

Monk Kongyuan clasped his hands together and saluted that Lifu:

"Amitabha, thank you benefactor for clarifying my doubts."

"It's over, I won't talk to you anymore, I still have to go to Qianjie to deliver goods, here, just go straight ahead from Temple Terrace, turn left at the front street and you will be there."

"Thank you benefactor."

Monk Kongyuan led his disciples to continue walking, following Lifu's instructions earlier, he quickly found the temple platform.

There is no guard at the gate of the temple platform. This gate is also very small, and the plaque is also very small. On both sides, there is a pork shop on one side and a mutton restaurant on the other, but they are much more luxurious than this temple platform.

After the two masters and apprentices went in, they found a small table in the inner door, and a clerk was sitting behind the table, yawning there.

Seeing someone coming, he looked at the cassocks on the two of them, the clerk opened the booklet in front of him, picked up a brush, and asked:

"Name, place of origin, and where you've been, in detail, there must be no mistakes."

"Poor monk Kongyuan, this is the poor monk's apprentice Liao Fan. The poor monk is a Ganren. He became a monk in the Qian country, and later entered the Chu country and obtained the degree. This is it."

The clerk reached out to take the certificate delivered by the old monk, glanced at it twice, but didn't really take it seriously, and returned it to the old monk, saying:

"Monk, right? Read a few scriptures to listen, don't be vague, speak louder."

Monk Kongyuan signaled his apprentice to come forward,

Liao Fan walked to the table and began to recite the scriptures. The words were correct and round, without any hindrance. At the same time, listening to the scriptures he read, it seemed that his mood had calmed down. In this scorching summer, It actually felt cool.

After listening for a while, the civil official raised his hand with some unsatisfactory intentions, and said:

"Stop, it's okay, you keep these two signs, go in, in the courtyard inside, the main entrance is the classroom building, the left corner is the dining room, and the right corner is the dormitory, someone will arrange for you inside."

"Thank you benefactor."

"Thank you benefactor."

Monk Kongyuan brought his disciples in. Without any hesitation, the two masters and disciples turned left and entered the dining room. Because it was past meal time, there was no one there, only two women and aunts were busy inside. Seeing the two monks coming, An aunt shouted:

"There are only steamed buns left."

"The buns are pretty good." Kong Yuan said.

"The steamed buns are very good." Liao Fan said.

The six steamed buns were delivered, already cold, but with the hot water, the two monks ate deliciously.

After eating, the two monks were just about to go out when they saw a sergeant in armor coming in, pointing at them and saying:

"You are new here, go, go inside, class starts."

"But is there a great virtuous monk teaching Buddhism here?" Monk Kongyuan asked.

Fangwai's sect is dominated by the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and there are more others, but no matter which sect or sect, in order to promote their own sect, the great virtues within it will inevitably hold classes everywhere to promote their ideas in order to gain a wider audience Disciples.

"Hehe." The sergeant smiled and said, "You'll know when you go, hurry up, don't dawdle."

The two masters and apprentices didn't dare to delay, they went straight in, only to find that dozens of people were already sitting inside.

Some wore Taoist robes, some wore cassocks, and some wore all kinds of weird clothes. Everyone sat there and listened carefully.

The lecturer was not some moral eminent monk, but a blind man.

This blind man looked quite young. With his eyes closed, he spoke in an orderly manner and gave off a very comfortable feeling.

Monk Kongyuan and his apprentice found two futons and sat down.

What this blind man said is neither Buddhism nor Taoist scriptures, but it is inseparable from Buddhism and Taoism. You can even find many, many shadows of other sects in it;

There are so many mixed up, but it doesn't sound messy and cumbersome at all. With clear context and extensive quotations, it instinctively makes you feel that this is the truth;

listen listen

Monk Liaofan's face showed a look of infatuation,

Kong Yuan frowned deeper and deeper,

He immediately reached out and pinched his apprentice.

But the little monk Liao Fan didn't seem to notice it, and continued to be mesmerized.

"Amitabha."

Monk Kongyuan recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, then pinched the Buddha's seal with his hand, and tapped it directly between the eyebrows of his disciple.

Only then did Monk Liaofan wake up, and then he took a deep breath, the place where his master pinched him is really painful now.

"master?"

"Walk!"

Monk Kongyuan immediately grabbed his apprentice and walked outside.

At this time,

The blind man who was lecturing,

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

When Monk Kong Yuan walked out of the temple gate with his apprentice, the clerk sitting in the inner gate saw it and didn't stop him, just said:

"Out of this door, and then come in to eat, drink and sleep for free, but it won't work."

"Master, we are not leaving!"

Monk Liaofan immediately grabbed his master.

"Ah."

The old monk Kongyuan laughed lightly, looked back at the school, and said:

"Such a place that devours the mind, if you stay any longer, you will be swallowed up by him from head to toe, and you still need your belly to eat?"

After all,

Monk Kongyuan forcibly dragged little monk Fan out of the temple.

On the second floor of a mutton soup restaurant next to the temple platform, Uncle Zheng, who got up late today and came out to drink soup, was sitting. A Ming was sitting next to Uncle Zheng.

"Yo, this is really weird. After entering the blind man's mouth, it can still escape by itself."

Uncle Zheng pointed down while gnawing on a sheep bone and said.

A Ming also took a look outside and said, "Perhaps, it's true."

"Hehe, aren't you talking nonsense, you can't come out without a bit of morality. But it's a pity, you said, it seems that they are not very good at always making some shams. True or false, the effect is estimated to be the best."

"Master, come down and stop them?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, anyway, they are still in the city now, yo, I looked up and looked at you, Ah Ming, I said, did you show your killing intent to them just now?"

Downstairs on the street, the old monk looked up to the second floor.

A Ming replied:

"The subordinates are worried that they are assassins."

In this world, there are indeed real strong men. They may not be of much use when the two armies confront each other, but they can still drown with a sea of ​​soldiers.

But at certain moments, the transcendence of personal strength can have miraculous effects.

For example, Juggernaut assassinated old Situ, and Xueguan killed Grimu;

Another example is that in the past, Master Zang and Bailijian went to Yanjing, which attracted all the imperial guards of Yanjing.

In the past, Sha Tuo Queshi died in battle outside the gate of the Hou's mansion, but if he could be more tactful and go to assassinate the princess, then the princess will have to seriously consider if he wants to go out in the future.

It was precisely because of this that Uncle Zheng carried Sha Tuo Queshi's coffin with him everywhere he went, and spent so much time trying to lick the Juggernaut.

Thousands of troops, you have to have them, but you can't lack the top aces around you, otherwise, if someone comes and says "Jing Ke assassinates the King of Qin", where are you going to cry?

Why is Jingnan Hou so scary?

Because he not only has thousands of troops, but also defeated the Juggernaut in his personal strength, this is truly invulnerable.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

"Oh, it seems that this Xueguan, as a teacher, came to the wrong place."

"Then let's go, master, we're full anyway, and we're on our way."

"It's easy to go up the mountain, but it's hard to go down the mountain."

talking,

The old monk Kongyuan immediately took his disciple's hand and walked into the mutton soup restaurant.

When the monk came to eat the mutton, he immediately attracted a lot of attention, but the monk Kongyuan was unmoved, and went straight up to the second floor, holding his apprentice's hand.

But they had just entered the steps on the second floor, and before they could see the layout of the second floor clearly, they were directly aimed at by more than a dozen crossbow arrows.

They are all military standard crossbows, and at such a short distance, the lethality is naturally extremely terrifying.

The little monk Liaofan was startled and trembled immediately, how could he stand up to such a battle because he was young.

The old monk Kongyuan was free and easy, showing no signs of fear.

Zheng Fan gnawed on the sheep bone and shouted:

"What's the matter, the monk also wants to come up to eat meat?"

Monk Kong Yuan clasped his hands together and said:

"The poor monk came to bid farewell to the benefactor."

Zheng Fan put down the leg of lamb that he had almost gnawed, reached out and picked up a handkerchief, and said while wiping his hands:

"Just coming and leaving, doesn't it mean that Uncle Ben didn't entertain well?"

Little Monk Liao Fan's eyes widened immediately, this is Uncle Hirano!

Monk Kong Yuan leaned over and saluted:

"I originally thought Uncle's place was a pure land, but who would have imagined it? Uncle's heart already had a gully in his heart, and a fence was erected outside this area."

The implication is that Zheng Fan will control this group of outsiders, that is, the group of magic sticks, and transform and use them.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, they are actually monks in name, even if monks see emperors and generals, they don't have to kneel down, because they are no longer under the constraints of the world, but this Uncle Hirano decided to become a monk.

"Heh, don't monks have to eat? If there is no reason to become a monk, you don't have to do things. And if everyone in the world is a monk, it means that everyone has not become a monk."

Monk Kongyuan heard this and praised:

"The poor monk is taught."

The little monk Liao Fan immediately imitated his master's appearance, put his hands together and said solemnly:

"Young monk is taught."

At this time, the blind man also came over from the temple platform after finishing the course. Seeing that the blind man was also coming, Zheng Fan waved his hand safely to signal the group of guards around him to retreat.

No matter what, this is Xueguan after all, with Ah Ming and the blind guarding him, even if this monk is a hidden master, it is very difficult to kill him.

Monk Kongyuan saw the blind man and said:

"Dare to ask the benefactor, is it a Buddha or a demon?"

The blind man smiled and said, "If the Buddha says I am a Buddha, then I am a Buddha. If the devil says I am a devil, then I am a devil."

Monk Kongyuan felt that he had been baptized again.

Immediately said:

"The poor monk has been taught."

"Young monk has been taught."

The little monk Liao Fan recited these words silently in his heart. Normally, he would go all over the world with his master. When he met some masters giving lectures, he would listen to a whole day before he could hear a sentence or two. These wits are of great use. According to the master, whether he can have a good meal and good accommodation in the future and win the approval of the dignitaries depends on these wits.

Who would have imagined that the people in Xuehaiguan seem to have Ji Feng at their fingertips, quickly memorize them, and quickly memorize them in their hearts, they will have to rely on them for food in the future.

In fact, Jifeng, in later generations, is 50% of the warning motto, 40% of the specious and 10% of the Buddhist principles, and it is really not difficult to mass-produce it.

Moreover, what someone says is often more influential than the "word" itself.

Uncle Zheng is now Emperor Yan's pro-appointed Uncle Hirano, the chief soldier of Xuehaiguan, at least on the boundary of Xuehaiguan, he can be considered to have touched the threshold where farting is a Zen machine.

Zheng Fan waved to the two monks, signaling them to come over.

Seeing the mutton on the table, Monk Liaofan sniffed.

"Let's eat."

Monk Liao Fan looked at the master.

Monk Kongyuan said:

"Amitabha, since my uncle forced you to break the meat precept with swords, then you can eat."

"Amitabha."

The little monk grabbed the mutton and started to eat.

Zheng Fan silently took out the Chinese iron box, took out a cigarette, passed one to the blind man, and bit one himself, and when he was about to put it away, he saw that the old monk Kongyuan stretched out his hand.

"Do monks smoke too?"

"Although tobacco hurts the body, it can refresh the mind."

At present, tobacco is not fully popular in the East. After all, it is the right way to take it away. It is not that no one uses tobacco, but most of them are used as medicinal materials. There has been a rumor among the people that burning tobacco can get rid of pollution. .

Translated into modernization, the common people believe that burning tobacco can sterilize and sterilize, making them less likely to get sick, and even prolonging their lives.

This monk knows that tobacco is harmful to the body, which means that he is indeed an expert. I remember Jingnanhou said that it is harmful to the body of warriors when he saw himself smoking, because Jingnanhou has tempered his body since he was a child and naturally understands the way.

However, this is nothing to Zheng Fan. He is not an ascetic monk. In his previous life, he was not enough to work two packs of cigarettes a day in a studio. In this life, he smoked less. What else can't you think about?

The old monk took the cigarette, imitating the posture of Zheng Fan and the blind man, and bit it in his mouth.

Zheng Fan lit a cigarette with a fire bag, then handed the fire bag to the blind man, and the blind man lit it himself, and then went to help the old monk light it.

The old monk hurriedly got up and said politely:

"There is a benefactor."

The three men all lighted cigarettes.

The old monk smoked naturally. Obviously, even if he had never smoked cigarettes before, he had definitely tried tobacco.

"Old monk, you said that this thing hurt your body, why do you still use it?"

The old monk replied:

"It's just a stinky skin, and it's nothing. The sooner it decays, the poor monk will be able to ascend to bliss sooner."

"It's really interesting."

"I made my uncle laugh."

The blind man has been smoking silently, without speaking.

"Old monk, why did you come to my Xueguan?"

"The poor monk thought that this place would be a pure land."

"Hehe, half a year ago there were still corpses here, what is a pure land?"

"There are indeed many people who die, and there are many who die together. The place where more people die together is naturally a pure land for poor monks."

"Tsk."

Zheng Fan laughed,

Then commanded:

"Come on, serve this little master another pot of wine."

Little monk Liaofan heard this, he bit his leg of lamb and looked up at his master.

"Well, since Uncle Hirano used swords to force you to break the alcohol prohibition, then you should break it. The Buddha knows your difficulties and will not blame you."

"Well, master."

When the wine comes,

The little monk Liaofan directly pulled out the stopper on the small wine jar, sipped it into his mouth, and then put down the wine jar.

"ah!"

immediately,

Continue to gnaw on the leg of lamb;

By the looks of it, he's definitely drinking well.

"Uncle, the poor monk knows what you plan to do."

"Oh, what?"

Monk Kongyuan pointed to the north and said:

"My uncle was bestowed the title of Uncle Pingye by His Majesty Emperor Yan, and now guarding the Snow Customs, the most important thing to deal with is naturally the savages on the snowfield.

The snowfield is too big and too vast. Although the snowfield savages are scattered, it is not easy to clean them up.

What the uncle wants is to subdue others without fighting. "

"Go on."

"Next, it should be the uncle who told the poor monk."

"Oh? What should Bember say?"

"Uncle, this matter, the poor monk is willing to go."

"Why do you want to run out from the temple?"

"The poor monk has been wandering around many ancient temples, but he has never placed an order for a long time, just because the poor monk feels that Buddhas can kneel, but people are not allowed to kneel. Of course, the uncle is forced by swordsmen, and the poor monk can kneel."

"You mean, you want a temple of your own?"

"yes."

"This is not difficult for you."

"Temples must not only be guarded by real Buddhas, but also guarded by human Buddhas."

The typical meaning is that the temple must have a backstage.

Zheng Fan wanted to laugh a little, remembering that Si Niang had said the same thing when she held a club.

"Benbo, I can promise you, the premise is that you have to do something first, and the thing is done. I don't mind if you open a temple in Xuehaiguan. Even if you want to open an ancestral home, I will support you."

"Thank you uncle, poor monk."

"It's done?"

"Isn't it done?"

"I'm empty teeth."

"But the poor monk believed it."

"Tsk, you monk is really interesting, blind man."

"The subordinates are here."

"Communicate more between you, the training work in the temple, and see if you can hand it over to him."

After all, the blind man has too many things to do, so it is good to find helpers to share the pressure.

Right now, the most important thing is the ideological and political education of the recruits and the people of Keyan's tribe. It is impossible to borrow the hands of others for this work.

"Yes, my lord."

The old monk put his hands together and said sincerely:

"The poor monk will definitely not disappoint uncle."

"If things are done well, even if you want to open a big temple in Yanjing City, Ben Bo can help you do it."

Monk Kongyuan opened his mouth in astonishment when he heard the words.

"Savage, it's not Uncle's real..."

"hehe."

Zheng Fan leaned back slightly,

knee up,

Squeeze out the cigarette butt in your hand,

road:

"The snowfield is huge, and there are indeed a lot of savages, but these have not been taken into consideration by Benbo. Counting forward, eight hundred years, you should know what is the real confidant of my Dayan!"

It's barbarians!

"We Ming people don't speak dark words. Within three years, Xueyuan, you can make great achievements. It is not a dream that you will enter Yanjing and be banned as a national teacher in the future.

My Majesty Dayan is the most generous in this respect. "

According to Zheng Fan's understanding of Emperor Yan, if you can help solve the barbarian problem, the national teacher is really not a big deal.

Monk Kongyuan immediately said:

"Thank you uncle for your support."

"blind."

"yes."

The blind man stood up and said to the two, "Please follow me."

"well."

Monk Kongyuan stretched out his hand to grab the young monk's greasy hand, and pulled him down the stairs following the blind man.

A Ming said:

"Master, is it reliable?"

"We should give it a try. Anyway, it's just dozens or hundreds of magic sticks sent to the snow field, and we don't have any loss. Oh no, we may have to let you cooperate."

"Let your subordinates cooperate?"

"Perform the art of bringing the dead back to life."

"Yes, my lord."

"Is there any work on the workshop?"

"It's already moving, my lord."

"Well, hurry up, it's hard work."

"The Lord has spoken too seriously."

"This mutton soup is quite good. The new mansion will be built soon, let's go to the mansion."

So far in the city, all the properties that are open to the outside world are under the name of the Earl's Mansion, and the transfer of chefs is really just a matter of words.

"Okay, my lord, I'll go and talk to Siniang."

"Um."

"Um."

"You have nothing to say to me?"

I've given you a chance to speak, maybe you don't want to upgrade?

"My lord, my subordinates haven't made up my mind yet."

"Then think slowly, don't worry."

………

"Two masters, this is where you will rest in the future. The temple is in front of you. Master Kongyuan will teach with me tomorrow."

"Mr. Laobei is here."

"Master, you are welcome."

At this time, a servant brought tea and put it on the table.

The blind man said:

"These two are serving the two masters."

"Don't deserve it, don't deserve it, extravagance, simplicity and cowardice appear frequently."

"I was the one who was abrupt, you guys go back to the yamen."

"Yes, Mr. Bei."

"Yes, Mr. Bei."

The two servants left.

The old monk Kongyuan's mouth trembled involuntarily.

The little monk Liao Fan immediately said: "Mr. Bei, my master is just trying to save face and be polite."

"Sinister, shut up!"

The blind man didn't take it seriously, and said, "I'll send two servants over later."

"Woman?" Monk Liaofan was about to speak,

"boom!"

A hairy chestnut hit his bare head directly.

Monk Kongyuan immediately said:

"Since the Earl's Mansion is forcing him with swords, the poor monk can only be disrespectful. Amitabha, the Buddha will forgive the poor monk."

"That's the truth."

Monk Kongyuan immediately brought the topic back to business, and said:

"Uncle's important matter, the poor monk already understands it in his heart, but for some specific matters, Mr. Bei needs to ask the poor monk to mention more."

"It's natural, you and I are doing things for the uncle, so we should help each other."

"In other words, since the poor monk entered the city, he has seen the layout of the city, but has it been rebuilt?"

"Because of the military disaster, the city was destroyed a lot, and naturally a lot was rebuilt."

"The layout of the new city is very good, especially the earl's mansion that is about to be built. Although it is located to the north, it avoids evil spirits in terms of geomantic omen.

Such finishing touches, but from the hands of Mr. Bei? "

"Master was joking, I dare not take credit for it."

"Hey, there are other strange people in the city? I wonder if the poor monk will be lucky enough to meet them?"

"There will naturally be opportunities in the future."

The address of the Earl's Mansion must be close to the north gate, because it is close to the Juggernaut; the specific location and orientation were chosen by Liang Cheng.

let him lie down

See where he feels comfortable lying down,

Just choose where to start building the Earl's Mansion.

After all, it is inevitable that people who read Fengshui have different levels of level, but the buried person has the most say in whether the location is good or not.

"In the Earl's mansion, it seems that there are quite a lot of capable people and strangers. It is really a poor monk's fortune to be favored by the uncle and work under the uncle.

However, there is one more thing that the poor monk is very curious about. "

"Master, it's okay to ask."

"Such a desperate plan...

Oh no,

Who proposed such a great method of merit and virtue that is indifferent to all people?

The poor monk also heard that there was a savage king on the snowfield back then, which disturbed the Jin land, but he was escorted to Yanjing.

If the savage king knew that the snowfield would present such a scene in the future, he didn't know how he would feel in his heart. "

The blind man smiled slightly, but did not rush to answer this question.

Because it was the Savage King who made this suggestion, and even some of the teachings and theories that fit the Savage King, were modified by the Savage King himself based on the belief in the stars, hoping that the Savage would have better results when being preached.

"Master, this policy was made by my uncle."

"Oh, Uncle is really a great talent, the poor monk admires him."

"The master has asked so many questions, and I also have a matter."

"Mr. Bei, please speak."

"How high is the master's cultivation?"

In the previous lectures, he was able to stay awake from his own hypnotic environment, obviously he had cultivated himself, and the blind man can be sure of this.

But the blind man can't know how advanced this Kongyuan monk is.

"A monk can be very high or very low. The height can be as high as the sky, and the lowness can be as dust. It is about the state of mind.

But it is often useless to fight here, so when facing the crossbow in the army, the poor monk looked calm on the surface, but in his heart, he was already panicked. "

"Then I will be even more interested. I will wait and see, and I hope the master will make it happen."

"Mr. Bei is..."

"Although I am blind, my heart can see."

"That's the reason, that poor monk, in front of Mr. Bei, showed himself ugly."

Monk Kongyuan closed his eyes, put his hands together,

a moment later,

eyes open,

Clear eyes, no waves in the ancient well,

Shen Sheng said:

"My Buddha is merciful."

for a while,

In the "sight" of the blind man, he saw that Monk Kongyuan was getting higher and higher and higher and higher, he had already broken through the roof and was still climbing.

This is the state of mind, which is regarded as the level of state of mind, which is Zen, Tao, and enlightenment;

This has nothing to do with actual combat power. For example, Yao Zizhan, the master of literature, is just an old scholar with no power to restrain a chicken, and ordinary bandits can kill him.

And the old monk Kongyuan also wanted to show his hand to the blind man, Uncle Hirano's confidant, so that he could raise his status conveniently, so his mood continued to rise!

One life of cultivating Buddha, his Buddha heart has already entered the clouds, and he can find great freedom!

somewhere,

A halo that ordinary people can't see at all has already risen above the Xuehai Pass.

At this time,

In a small yard next to the soon-to-be-completed Hiranobo Mansion,

A man who was lying there basking in the sun and taking a nap seemed to have sensed it.

slowly open your eyes,

His body is still fragile and has not been well-raised yet.

But in his eyes, there is already a sharp sword light projected,

Even the Longyuan sword that was used to pad the table legs under the dining table in the room made a soft chime at this time.

"Wonder Monk He Fang, peek at my Xuehaiguan aura here!"

...

"ah!"

Before the blind man,

The old monk Kongyuan, who was still in an inscrutable posture before, let out a scream.

When I look up again,

Blood was already dripping from the eyes.

Although his life was safe, he was already terrified in his heart, so he hurriedly asked in horror:

"Mr. Bei, is there any other expert in the city? This person's state of mind is still higher than that of a poor monk, and his sharpness is almost unstoppable."

The blind man was not in a hurry to answer,

Instead, he touched his chin,

Muttered in my heart:

"Yes, tried it out;

It seems that the Lord's investment is correct, and this Juggernaut is expected to recover. "

"Mr. Bei, who is it?"

Monk Kongyuan lost his previous solemnity and asked anxiously.

The blind man seemed to be frightened by Kong Yuan's situation at this time,

Then suddenly comforted:

"Oh, master, don't worry, it's just a useless person."

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Thanks to Rishumo, and Nan Gengchen for becoming the 110th and 111th leader of "Magic Landing".

Goodnight everybody.