Xia Ji turned his head and glanced at his sister. The princess was holding a book and reading softly.
"My husband's affairs are made secret, and his words are used to vent them. It is not necessary to give up the body to vent it, but to talk about what is hidden, so that the person's body is in danger. It seems that something has happened, but it is because he has made it happen, and the person who said it does not know it. It's just what he did, and he knows why he did it, so he is in danger..."
Xia Ji knew this book. It was the opening chapter of "The Way of Power". It expounded the dangers of accompanying the emperor from the perspective of a courtier. The central idea was delicate and the tactics complex. If you want to use power, you must predict the difficulties.
The author of this book is unknown, but it was probably written by a certain master in ancient times. It has been handed down to this day and is the only copy owned by the imperial palace. After all, learning the art of strategizing is not something ordinary people can do. It's a pity that the skill beads provided by such a book are only blue. It seems that he is too rigid in the way of tactics and falls behind.
Xia Xiaosu read seriously, paying full attention without any distracting thoughts. It was obvious that her mood had begun to change. Xia Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and then did not bother the Ninth Princess. He just walked to the far side of the bookshelf and pulled out the book. The first book in front of me was read directly.
In this chaotic city with heavy snow, the situation is turbulent, rain is about to come, and there are enemies hiding inside. They just use spies to stir up trouble by any means, but they never show up.
But in such a chaotic situation, the prince and the princess were reading in the library in the morning, and their tone of recitation was not hasty or slow.
After reciting two books, Xia Ji was about to grab the third one when footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. He pushed back the half-drawn book, turned and walked to the door, and opened the door softly. Xia Xiaosu recited it very seriously, and she was completely immersed in it without being affected by herself.
Outside the house, when the guard who came saw the prince going out, he half-knelt in the snow and said in a loud voice: "Application..."
After saying only two words, Xia Ji raised his hand to signal him to stop, and then pointed outside the courtyard.
The guard understood, and stood up and walked outside the courtyard. Xia Ji also walked out. He didn't want to disturb Xiao Su's study, just like in those two years, the Ninth Princess often stood outside the door with her lunch box, waiting for him. After the recitation was over, he pretended to have just arrived.
Snow fell in the courtyard. At the archway, the guard knelt down again and reported: "Your Majesty, Leiyin Temple has sent monks to come. Please return the rosary beads, Zen staff and relics of Monk Beikong."
Xia Ji was stunned for a moment and asked, "Where are the rosary beads, Zen staff, and relics?"
The guard said: "My father-in-law has collected it and placed it in the royal armory."
Xia Jidao: "Fetch it, and then ask the monks from Leiyin Temple to see me."
"Yes, Your Highness."
After a while.
Beikong's rosary, Zen staff, and relics have been placed on a long brocade plate and placed under the eaves of the Sutra Pavilion.
And a smiling monk wearing cassock also came from a distance with the guards.
The guard was in front of the door. The smiling monk thanked him, and then entered the archway. When he saw the young prince sitting cross-legged under the eaves, drinking tea from a cup in his left hand, the smiling monk said: "I have seen him before." His Majesty the Seventh Prince."
Xia Jidao: "Why are you here, monk?"
Wen Kong said: "I came here for the rosary beads, Zen staff and relics."
Xia Ji asked: "Do monks also have certain beliefs?"
Wen Kong: "Monks also need to live in this world, so they naturally have something to hold on to. These three things belong to me, Leiyin Temple. I hope your highness can return them."
Xia Ji said directly: "You are not here when the ghosts attack the city, but you are here to cause trouble to the imperial city?"
Wen Kong said: "Senior brother Xianyun Yehe has not returned to the temple for a long time, and what he did has nothing to do with Leiyin Temple."
Xia Jidao: "If the monks don't lie, if the monk says this, can the Zen mind be stable?"
Wen Kong said calmly: "If I didn't lie, my Zen mind would naturally not be moved."
Xia Ji said: "Has the monk seen his own heart?"
Wen Kong shook his head.
Xia Ji asked: "I've never seen it, how do I know it won't move?"
Wen Kong asked back, "Has Your Highness seen it?"
Xia Jidao: "I've seen it before. Not only have I seen it, I can also help the monk draw it."
Wen Kong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head. Although His Highness has been sincerely reciting sutras for more than two years, and has a Zen mind that has overcome the sea of suffering, but the mind is a thing, ethereal and elusive, how can it be painted
The Zen mind is even more mysterious. I often think hard and meditate to find it, but suddenly when I look back, I have an epiphany. There is nowhere to go, and I can't go further to see the Zen mind.
How to draw such a heart
Xia Ji saw that he didn't take it seriously, so he said: "If I can't draw the monk's heart, these three things will be returned intact."
Wen Kong smiled and said, "That's good."
Xia Jidao: "But if I draw it, what will the monk do?"
Wen Kong said: "What do you want, Your Highness?"
Xia Jidao: "How many ancient secrets are there in Leiyin Temple?"
Wen Kong said: "The secret treasure has been handed down from ancient times to the present, and many of it has been lost. Your Highness has already read the "Tathagata Sutra of the Present" and "The Past Lantern Sutra", so there is still one "Secret Treasure of the Tathagata Treasures".
Xia Jidao: "Then use this book in exchange for the rosary beads and Zen staff relics. I will only look at them for three days and return them."
Wen Kong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that His Highness would not only ask about Beikong, but also the cause and effect behind the scenes, but he did not know these things clearly, and they were very involved.
He thought that these three items were of great importance, and the magic weapons must be returned, so he said: "The condition for accessing the secret treasure is to break the treasure of the sea of suffering. Since your highness has broken it, I can make an oath in Zen and negotiate with the abbot to borrow the book." matters."
Xia Ji nodded, then beckoned: "Monk, come here, I will help him draw his heart."
The smiling monk walked up to the seventh prince of Shang with a little curiosity.
Xia Ji poured himself a cup of tea.
The tea has gone cold.
But with a gentle squeeze of his left hand, the high temperature generated by Nine Yang Qi caused the tea to steam almost instantly, making a sound like the eyes of a boiling fish moving slightly.
The next moment, Xia Ji raised his left hand, and the hot tea poured directly on Wen Kong's face.
Wen Kong was caught off guard and felt his eyebrows burning and his eyes hurting. All the smiles on his face disappeared and he said angrily: "What are you doing?!!!"
Xia Ji didn't answer. He dipped his right hand in tea and silently absorbed some of the Zen spirit of Ran Deng. He scribbled on the coffee table and soon he drew the face of an angry monk.
The seventh prince of the Great Shang stood up quietly, put his hands behind his back and left.
A voice floated from a distance: "This is the monk's heart. Does the monk feel it move?"
Wen Kong looked at the face on the coffee table, angry and ferocious, and he couldn't help but be speechless...
The next moment, his face suddenly turned red, and he knelt down in the snow, his Zen mind wandering. He recalled the question asked by the seventh prince of Shang Dynasty, "If a monk does not lie, if the monk said this, can his Zen mind be stable?" , and then looking at the ferocious and angry face on the table, Wen Kong's soul was shaken, and he could no longer suppress it, fell forward, and sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist.
His Zen heart was broken.