Xia Ji slept in a dark little pavilion all night. Early the next morning, he heard the guards outside the door respectfully shouting "See you, Concubine Wan," and the voice came closer and closer until the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was pushed open.
A beautiful concubine walked in. Her eyebrows were gentle, not domineering at all, and her clothes were not ostentatious. She was quite decent. There was a teardrop mole under the corner of her left eye, which showed a bit of compassion. This is Wan who is now favored by the emperor. Concubine, the biological mother of the third prince.
Concubine Wan came to the room and waved her hand directly: "You guys go down first."
The eunuchs and guards hurriedly resigned, exited the courtyard, and stayed at a distance.
Xia Ji patted Yuebai's clothes and saluted, "I've met Concubine Wan."
The gorgeous woman glanced at the young man, and saw that his features were somewhat similar to that of the woman. A hint of disgust flashed through her eyes, but the look was fleeting, and she turned to say directly: "The Emperor has passed away." You and the Ninth Emperor's daughter have been adopted by me, from now on you should call me mother-in-law."
The two looked at each other quietly.
The corners of Concubine Wan's lips curled up: "Why don't you kneel down when you see your mother-in-law?"
Xia Ji: "I sit quietly in the small pavilion all year round. My knees are bad and I can't kneel down."
"Then you can still walk up Mount Sumeru?" Concubine Wan sneered nonchalantly, "Since you are destined to be a Buddha, I can help you become a Buddha, but a Buddha also has a mother and needs to follow filial piety, and I am you. mother!"
Xia Ji asked back: "How dare I ask Concubine Wan, who proposed the marriage of the nine princesses to the Turks?"
Concubine Wan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, and then said lightly mockingly: "You do have some wisdom and can see the clues. It seems that it is not a coincidence that you have cultivated this Zen heart and broken through the sea of suffering.
But since you have the wisdom to see it, don’t you have the wisdom to remain silent
If you keep silent, that is wisdom; if you open your mouth, that is cleverness.
The saddest thing in the world is people who are only a little smart. "
Xia Ji was not angry, his expression was as calm as ever.
The words, so far, have come to an end.
It just makes it clear once again that "different ways do not work together."
He opened the Buddhist scripture, and the concubine opposite him was no longer in his eyes.
Concubine Wan glanced at him coldly and said softly: "She really does have three parts of her demonic nature. It seems that eating fast has not eliminated this demonic nature."
After that, she waved her long sleeves and walked out of the pavilion.
A voice reciting Buddhist scriptures devoutly came from behind:
"There is no path of suffering, no wisdom and no gain. Because there is no gain, Bodhisattva falls. According to Prajna Paramita, the heart has no hindrance, and because there is no hindrance, there is no fear..."
Concubine Wan sneered, a look of incomparable disgust appeared on her face, and she walked a little faster.
It was late in the evening when Xia Ji was chanting sutras, and the fast food that was delivered was much lighter.
In the past, vegetable oil was added, but now it is boiled in water, without any seasonings, and it is simply tasteless in the mouth.
The prince ate calmly and thanked the maid after finishing the meal.
The palace maid hurriedly returned the greeting in fear, but deep down she still felt that the prince was really gentle, different from other royals, and then hurried out.
Not long after the palace maid left, the Ninth Emperor's daughter came back. She seemed to be in a good mood, which was really good.
Xia Ji felt her long-lost happiness, so he asked: "Xiao Su, what good thing happened to you?"
Xia Xiaosuqi said: "Brother, how do you know?"
"It's all written in the eyes."
Xia Xiaosu blinked, then came closer and said, "Brother, don't tell others."
Xia Ji smiled and touched her head, "Although the imperial city is big, who else can I talk to?"
Xia Xiaosu then got closer and said softly: "It's like this. Today I went to Leiyin Temple to pray for blessings and incense. I met a little fox in the mountains whose legs were caught in a trap. It was bleeding and looked very painful. .
So I helped it open the animal trap, applied medicine to it, and made a simple bandage. The little fox was very psychic and rubbed against my leg three times before reluctantly leaving. I saw that it was saved and could return to the mountains and forests. I didn’t know why, but I felt very happy. "
Xia Xiaosu said while showing a smile immersed in memories.
Xia Ji also smiled. Her sister was still a sixteen-year-old girl. Although she had been in the palace for a long time, she was still kind-hearted. Or maybe she felt that she was a bird in a cage and could bring freedom to the little fox. She There is also the joy of empathy.
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In the days that followed, the fasting meals became more and more bland, without oil or salt. In order to allow the Seventh Prince to practice Buddhism without interference, even the Ninth Prince's daughter could not bring wine or meat into the Sutra Pavilion.
Xia Ji was not impatient.
He has been waiting for more than two years. If he wants to walk out of the small building, he naturally wants to wait for the right time.
Time is destiny.
The powerful ones are counted.
He is waiting for the current situation, that is, waiting for his destiny. If this destiny is really ordinary and the world is really in trouble, then he will leave here directly with Xiao Su in a month and a half.
Now, the time has not come yet, and all the Buddhist scriptures that can be seen have been extracted with skill beads, and they have no other meaning except reciting them.
So he asked for a piece of agarwood and a carving knife.
He was deeply impressed by the Lanke chessboard on the ninth peak of Xumi. The chessboard integrated with spiritual power was so mysterious that it could actually create hallucinations that could be mistaken for real.
He has the ninth level of Tathagata Zen, and he will still be involved, let alone others.
So, now that he has the nine-level Tathagata Zen and the nine-level Randen Zen, why not try to integrate spiritual power into the tip of the knife and into the wood-carved rosary
So, before dawn, he got up, sat in the darkness, closed his eyes, took a carving knife, and slowly carved the agarwood.
His hands were a little thin, but very steady.
A bright sun appeared between the hand and the knife. However, due to Xia Ji's deliberate restraint, the light and heat of this sun were only limited to the tip of the knife.
This is the "Nine Yang Heart Sutra" that he extracted from the "Diamond Sutra".
The so-called Jiuyang means that according to the principles of the Five Elements, the true energy is stored in nine major acupoints: the heart, Dantian, Zuyangming Stomach, Zuoyang**, Handyang small intestine, Hand Shaoyang three meridians, spine, Zhiyang, and Baihui. If each acupoint is successfully condensed, one yang will be generated, and if all nine acupoints are connected, it will be an independent nine yang.
The whole body is spread like the earth, the internal organs are like mountains and forests, and the nine suns are shining in the sky.
From then on, all diseases will naturally disappear, and the true energy will be as endless as a river.
In the darkness, the tip of the knife shone with a bright and dazzling hot light. It passed through the agarwood, just like passing through paper, neither faster nor slower.
Xia Ji flipped his wrist and quickly dug out eighteen round wooden beads.
Without carving, this is just a wooden bead.
And eighteen represents the six roots, six dusts, and six consciousnesses.
Then, he picked up the first wooden bead, put away the blazing sun in his palm, and even threw away the carving knife in his hand.
He just pointed his finger on the wooden bead, and the vast Buddha's intention in the Zen mind of Tathagata had condensed on his fingertips.
"Heaven and earth are in communion with my heart, and my heart is in communion with heaven and earth."
His fingertips touched the wooden bead. It was clear that there was no strong power. He didn't even carve it, but the wooden bead was already changing on its own. As it wanders around, the wood surface sinks and the gold swims until a "Swastika" is formed.