The number of horse thieves on the border is like locusts, and when they enter the hinterland of Beimang, they rapidly decrease. In the words of Mu Jian Wenhua, His Royal Highness is very depressed at the moment. Tying his head to his waistband to be a bandit, this shows that the people in Beimang are far from the so-called dire straits of scholars and celebrities. Xu Fengnian is even more worried after seeing the blooming flowers in Feihu City that is not inferior to the south. How many years will it take to soften Bei Mang, who is as tough as a strong man, into a weak woman like Southern Tang? Thirty years, fifty years, one hundred years? How can Beiliang afford to wait? Xu Fengnian traveled northward on horseback, studying the fish-swimming style on the seventh page of the knife manual all the way, because he still couldn't get the essence, he didn't read the eighth page again, except for raising the sword 12. Occasionally, due to bad taste, he used the sword to kill snakes and scorpions, just turning it over and over again Practicing the sword qi rolling the dragon wall, which seems to have the same effect as the hob technique, under the cool moonlight where there is no one in the hundreds of miles, howling or cursing without any scruples, the emperor's old son Zhang Julu Gu Jiantang and countless emperors The general scolded him all the time, and he missed many people and things, but it was a pity that there was no little girl like Tao Manwu to rub his frown away for him.
On this day, the scorching sun was still scorching, if not for the presence of Da Huang Ting, breathing would be like drinking hot tea, walking in the desert, the water sac would dry up, this seems to be a kind of ascetic practice. Xu Fengnian was reluctant to ride an inferior horse that was not suitable for the hot weather, so he followed the example of old Huang and led the horse. His ears trembled, Xu Fengnian walked to the top of a yellow sand slope and looked into the distance, he could vaguely see a blurred figure under the hot scene, the two came on horseback, probably seeing Xu Fengnian, the course of their travel suddenly changed and galloped towards them. Xu Fengnian smiled. Damn, he finally ran into a horse thief. It has nothing to do with good or bad eyesight. It's just that the two young horse thieves are too obviously dressed, with their upper body exposed, linen breeches, and crappy dragon and tiger tattoos. He stabbed the word "thief and bandit" on his face, and when he saw Xu Fengnian, his eyes lit up. The two of them seemed not eager to kill Jie Cai. They whispered to each other. Xu Fengnian had sharp ears. It's money, but robbing people. It seems that the leader of the horse thief is a heroine in the female middle school. He is a little pregnant, so let the horse thief under his command grab a handsome brother who is fine-skinned and tender, and preferably literate. Apparently he didn't like him too much, and he muttered that a person with thin arms and legs would surely not be able to withstand a few tosses from the village master, and the whiteness was quite white, but wouldn't it be a good thing for such a pretty boy to stand with the big boss? Black and white double evil? It would be too embarrassing for the big boss to lead him out to have a drink with other village chiefs.
The two horse thieves saw that Xu Fengnian was so frightened and dumbfounded. Seeing that the horse thief did not move, they became more and more speechless. Could this little boy be a fool? Usually, some grassland herdsmen who ran into nomads raising livestock by chance saw that they were very vigilant even if they were not frightened, but this kid in front of him was stupidly holding his horse and not moving. One of the horse thieves with a black tiger tattoo couldn't bear it Leaping up the hill, pointing at the little boy with a whip, he cursed in a rough and reckless voice: "In a hurry to reincarnate?"
Xu Fengnian turned a blind eye to the pointing whip, and said with a smile, "I want to buy some water with my two brothers."
The horse thief Wenhu was stunned for a moment, and threw out his whip. Xu Fengnian grabbed the whip and dragged the horse thief off the horse. The horses soared out of the small slope of Huangsha together, seeing the Wenlong horse thief stunned, Xu Fengnian took off the dry water bag, and floated down to the bottom of the slope, not looking at the struggling and moaning horse thief, the horse thief was riding a good horse, and jumped up , Shaking the dust from his mane, Xu Fengnian took the horse thief's bag filled with water and put it into his own water bag, then led the sheep and walked away with a summer hat, without any fuss with the two horse thieves, whistled, and walked away slowly with the bad horse . When Xu Fengnian was far away, the tiger horse thief who had been crying for his father and mother quickly sat up and rubbed his chest. In fact, it was only a slight pain, and it was not serious. He said to the horse thief Wenlong with lingering fear: "I hit a nail."
Another horse thief said, "Little white face is hidden, the head of the family must like it."
Wenhu horse thief hurried on his horse: "Let's go and talk to the master."
Xu Fengnian led a horse alone on the deserted wasteland. According to the geography of Beimang collected by the Northern Liang Palace, he will be able to see the grassland in a few days. It doesn't matter, but I often walk in the yellow sand desert, and the bad horses around me are a bit difficult. I thought that it would be best for this old brother to blend in with the wild horses on the grassland, so I took off the saddle and bridle, and let it go. After resting for the night, Xu Fengnian sat cross-legged, lit a bonfire, and looked at the starry sky. Many, it is time to get close to the grassland. Tasting the soil is the beginning of searching for dragon acupuncture points. When Xu Fengnian was young, he often went to study geography with his elder brother Yao Jian, and learned a lot of superficial tricks. The world's ancestor dragons came from Kunlun. One dragon entered Beimang. In the past, few people in Beimang talked about this matter. After the influx of people from the Spring and Autumn Period, it was said that the empress of Beimang became the true son of heaven. Xu Fengnian turned his head and smiled at the poor horse: "Old brother, do you believe it?"
The bad horse snorted.
Still diligently raising swords one by one, just like those farmers in the south of the Yangtze River who have to grab water and raise rice every night, they can't be lazy. As the sky was getting brighter, Xu Fengnian sped up his breathing. According to the Daoist classics, spring food, morning glow, and summer food are full of joy, because the morning glow is about to give off red and yellow air at the beginning of the day, and the East China Sea is the best. , the two are especially beneficial to practice. I don’t know if a group of hundreds of Taoist priests went to the north in the past, whether there is this potential meaning. That branch of orthodoxy lived up to expectations and became the state religion of Beimang. The current head teacher Qilin Daoist became a Taoist sage, and he was also called the North and South Sages together with the abbot of the Two Zen Temple. In the early morning, he breathed red and yellow, probably because he was not in the realm, and Xu Fengnian couldn't say how mysterious he was, but he was a little refreshed than usual, and he stood up slowly, with a little understanding. Like Huang Man'er, his physique is different from ordinary people, he was born as a diamond, so it can be said that he is not blessed by nature. Although the other kind of physique is relatively ordinary, he can be touched by heaven and man. The bull riding is one of the best, and only then can he step into the magnificent atmosphere of the sky The third type is slightly inferior to the first two, but it may not be impossible to step into the land gods, such as Li Chungang who entered the Dao with the sword, Wang Xianzhi who proved the Dao with strength, Deng Tai'a who used the sword to master the gods, and martial arts. Along the way, the higher the realm, the more you go against the water and the sky. The world is a home and a cage, but a warrior has to form his own system, just like a naughty boy has to set up his own family, so the catastrophe is imminent.
Xu Fengnian looked up at the rising sun and said to himself: "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. If you don't believe me, look up, who will God spare?"
Then he curled his lips and said: "It is also said that good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years. The ancients liked to slap their faces when they reasoned."
Xu Fengnian turned around and looked at a poor old monk in cassock and hemp shoes. His pair of red phoenix eyes were charming when he smiled, and gloomy at other times. He stared straight at this southern Zen monk who was sitting ten feet away last night. Buddhism has different sizes. There are different types of Buddhist scriptures, and esoteric religion is also divided into yellow and red, and the attire is different. Xu Fengnian has always had a good impression of monks because the princess is devout and Buddhist. When meeting an old monk who traveled thousands of miles to this wild place to preach scriptures, Xu Fengnian did not dare to take it lightly even though the monk looked at him kindly.
The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Young master believes in Buddhism, so good and good."
Xu Fengnian suppressed the murderous instinct in his heart, and silently returned the gift.
The old monk's cassock has been washed many times, and many fine stitches and stitches can be seen, but it is always clean and not sloppy. There used to be a monk in the Northern Liang army who was wielding more than 70 jin of heavy fine iron to grind a Zen staff. As one of the commanders of the infantry, he ate meat and drank alcohol, killed people like hemp, and was very bloodthirsty on the battlefield. Unfortunately, because of riding a horse in Beiliang, the great monk retired to the mountains and forests, and it is said that he passed away in a small mountain temple. At this time, the old monk smiled and said: "I came to the Qilin Temple from the two Zen temples in the south to the north, and I wanted to talk about Zen principles with an old Taoist friend. Something on my mind. Occasionally, I see the young master swallowing the moonlight and eating the sunset, and I have won the wonderful meaning of the Great Yellow Court built by Wang Chonglou, the previous head teacher of Wudang. , but after thinking about it for a night, I feel that the young master has a gully in his heart, and he doesn't know how to nourish his mind. If he accidentally falls into it, it will be wrong. Since the young master believes in Buddhism, if he doesn't mind the old monk's noise, he can talk to the young master about Buddhism length."
Xu Fengnian sat down again, and said with a smile: "It turns out that he is an eminent monk of the Liangchan Temple. Please give me your advice, senior."
The old monk didn't go any closer, and sat on the spot, facing Xu Fengnian far away. After the meeting, the old monk reported himself to the monastery gate, which can be regarded as full of sincerity.
The old monk put the bamboo reed Zen stick across his knees, and Xu Fengnian listened attentively.
The old monk said slowly: "The young master sealed the golden cabinet with the big yellow court, practiced the two-handed knife hobbing technique, raised the Wu family's dry tomb flying sword outside, and the green snake sword intent of Li Chungang, the number one swordsman inside, is a sight to behold. He is very talented and talented. The height and the tenacity of perseverance are really rare."
Shocked by the old monk who saw through almost all the secrets at a glance, Xu Fengnian's face was as usual, and he said with a smile: "Senior, there is no need to suppress first and then raise it, just say it straight."
The old monk smiled and said: "The sages of ancient times controlled the water, it is better to block it than to block it. Whether it is a sword, a Buddhist closed-mouth meditation, a Taoist lock-up of a golden chamber, or a warrior's closed-sheath to nourish one's mind, generally speaking, they are all going against the current and planning their spirits. However, it is not a derogatory term for this old man to say that it is perverted. Don’t worry about it, my son. It is just that the water is blocked and flooded. , the next year will be prosperous again, the two will compete, what do you think?"
Xu Fengnian said sincerely: "Don't dare to be sloppy with the old senior. In my opinion, it is better to block it. Because the reason why the bow has slack, I understand it. It's just that if you close the sheath to nourish your mind, if you are like a woman walking, stop and go. Stop, rest ashamed, I personally think it's difficult."
The old monk is not like those celebrities who argue about the king and hegemony, who have a slight difference in opinion, and are as aggressive as the revenge of killing his father, wishing to take all the principles of the world into his own hands. The old monk was not proud of being born in the Liangchan Temple, but he still thought carefully about Xu Fengnian's words that seemed to be over the top, and said calmly: "I have never been good at explaining principles other than Buddhism. Drink your saliva, old man Rong thinks about it slowly, and then talk to the young master."
Xu Fengnian smiled, in a good mood, got up, took off the water bag, and threw it leisurely. After the old monk took it lightly, he found a white bowl from his luggage, poured out half of it, and took a sip, one bowl In the eyes of the old monk, the extremely bland clear water is always better than delicacies from mountains and seas, and it would be even more beautiful if it is white porridge, which is the favorite of his life.
Xu Fengnian took a step back, no longer confronting each other, and asked: "If I want to drain the stagnant water, what should I do?"
The old monk raised his head and said: "It's enough to have a good time with the girl. Master Da Huang Ting has actually reached the perfect state, the reason why there is a lack of it is not because the son thinks that the remaining acupoints are not opened, but because of the lack of mutual assistance between yin and yang." .”
The corner of Xu Fengnian's mouth twitched a few times.
The old monk smiled heartily and said, "Young master, don't think that the old monk is that obscene monk. It's just that men and women love each other, which is normal in the world. Although the old monk is letting outsiders out, he doesn't regard him as a scourge, not to mention that when he was young, he always used to sleep at night. If you don't sleep well, you will be beaten and scolded by the master."
The old monk suppressed his smile, and said solemnly: "My lord, it is a good thing to nourish one's mind with the injustice in the world. There is righteousness in the world, although it does not reject murderous aura, but it is mixed with hostility and resentment. It is complex but not pure. , You need to know that you have gone astray, every step you take on this road, every minute of effort, it seems that you have traveled a long distance, but you are actually delusional. Have you ever asked yourself? Moreover, in my humble opinion, most of the people in the world have a clear conscience. Even if you have no shame in your heart, you have a lot of shame with the truth. Allow me to pour a bowl of water."
The old monk poured a second bowl of water, leveled it, tilted it, and shook it again, and waited for the water in the bowl to calm down. No matter how the bowl is tilted, this bowl of water is always as flat as a mirror."
Xu Fengnian frowned and said, "Since that's the case, how can you say that a bowl of water is flat? Is it a mediocrity?"
The old monk took a sip of water, shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't dare to make a judgment. Haha, this bowl of water was cheated from the young master. I am ashamed."
Xu Fengnian couldn't laugh or cry, his eyes were much softer, and he said with a smile: "The old man is indeed the old god of the Liangchan Temple. With just a few words, he explained the big truth to small things. Compared with the Dharma of those celestial maidens who scatter flowers, it is much more pleasing to the ear."
The old monk held the water bowl in one hand, and quickly swayed it with the other: "What kind of old god, the young master praised it, old is old, but it is too far away from a god. In addition to reading scriptures all the year round in the temple, what I am good at is not saying the scriptures, but actually I can only do some farm work, and the reasoning and so on are all figured out from the crop work."
Xu Fengnian asked curiously: "There are countless monks in the Liangchan Temple who have been granted the title of national teacher, and the old man has not been awarded purple and yellow by the court?"
The old monk smiled calmly, took a sip of water, and said with a smile: "The clothes can be very warm, the food can fill the stomach, and the tea can drink five or six flavors, that's enough."
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "That's it!"
The old monk laughed and said: "Reserved and reserved. Even if you are not an old god, you must have the demeanor of an old god. I have an apprentice who passed on the mantle, and he has a daughter. When I learned that I was going down the mountain, I persuaded me to be an immortal when I travel. You have a strong sense of style, seeing that the old monk refused to dress up properly and sent him off down the mountain, she taught me a lesson all the way."
The corners of Xu Fengnian's mouth twitched violently, and he asked softly, "But a little girl surnamed Li? Is there a childhood sweetheart by your side, a little monk from the north and south?"
The old monk was like a Buddha with the eyes of the sky opened, and immediately understood, "So it is His Royal Highness, I have heard for a long time that His Royal Highness is sincere to the Buddha, no wonder, no wonder, this old monk is rude."
Xu Fengnian stood up, saluted respectfully, and said in a deep voice, "Xu Fengnian has seen the presiding abbot."
The old monk stood up and returned the salute, then sat down, drank water slowly, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, there is absolutely no need to be too polite."
After Xu Fengnian sat down, he asked: "The old abbot went to Beimang, but for the sake of exterminating Buddha?"
The old monk nodded and said with emotion: "The purpose of going to Beimang is not to be arrogant and try to influence the emperor of Beimang who is determined to destroy Buddhism. He just wants to talk about the Diamond Sutra with the monks. He doesn't know the destiny and does his best. Confucian saints have three hundred poems. Concealed, thinking is innocent. The old man rode a green bull, and three thousand Tao Te Ching, seeking purity. The Buddha did not write words, which made us confused. The Northern Mang royal court wants to destroy the Buddha. Without the temple, there will be no incense, and there will be no Buddha statues. Without Buddhist scriptures, in my opinion, everything is fine. But if there are hundreds of thousands of monks and everyone loses the Buddha's heart, this is not good."
The old monk carefully put the water bowl back into the bag, stood up, and returned the water bag to Xu Fengnian with a smile, "I thank His Royal Highness for giving me two bowls of water. It is a good fortune. If you are not in a hurry, Your Highness can go northwest Forty miles away, there is a canyon, if you stop for a while, it may be another good fortune."
Xu Fengnian took the water bag, smiled, and said: "Old abbot, there is one thing that bothers me. Can I take this horse with me? I'm going to the north alone, and I don't need to ride it anymore. I don't dare to send it away easily. I'm afraid it will be a disaster. , if you leave it alone, don’t worry about it.”
The old monk who is already a well-deserved Buddha head saint in Buddhism smiled kindly: "Yes, yes, there are many talking partners on the road, no trouble, no trouble."
Xu Fengnian clasped his hands together, "Farewell to the old abbot."
The old monk clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and said, "My farewell message, your highness can teach Bodhisattvas to grow black hair in the future."
Xu Fengnian was stunned for a moment, watching the old monk lead the horse away with a bamboo reed Zen stick until his figure disappeared from sight.
With a long breath, Xu Fengnian hung up his dagger Chunlei according to the order of the old god, and swept to the northwest. Now he really has nothing to worry about.
Sure enough, he saw a deep and endless canyon, Xu Fengnian climbed to the top, and walked slowly along the cliffs of the rift valley, not knowing where the so-called good fortune lies.
After walking slowly for half an hour, he finished raising the sword, and his feet trembled.
There was a thunderstorm between heaven and earth in a trance.
Xu Fengnian looked back and saw tens of thousands of bison pouring in from one end of the canyon, crowded like a flood pouring into the valley pot. With a heartbeat, I quickly brushed a stick of incense, and my scalp exploded. Damn, there are hundreds of herdsmen riding horses leading sheep and walking in the canyon with all their belongings. Isn't this going to be crushed into meat by the buffalo herd? This is not Sunshine Avenue, but Ghost Gate Pass and Huangquan Road. You guys have lived in grasslands and deserts for generations, don't you know that this kind of situation is dangerous? Looking down from a high position, Xu Fengnian could tell that some of the herdsmen already knew what the earthquake that came out of nowhere meant. They were a mess of ants in a hot pot, the faces of the old people were ashen, and many women and children were crying. Xu Fengnian looked over again. Looking around, his eyes were cold. Behind the herdsmen were dozens of Beimang cavalrymen with weapons hanging far away. They had already turned back and left.
If there were no words of compassion from the old monk, His Royal Highness would just stand on the sidelines. After all, blocking tens of thousands of wild bulls with the strength of one person is really tantamount to committing suicide.
As soon as Xu Fengnian gritted his teeth, his body fell to the bottom of the valley.
More than a hundred herdsmen were dumbfounded, and some of the young and strong herdsmen with a cold personality had already climbed up the cliff, but the mountain wall was steep and the climb was not high.
Xu Fengnian stepped forward, drew a semicircle, and raised his hands.
The soles of the feet sink three inches into the ground.
Only a strange back is left to the herdsmen.
At the same time as the buffaloes poured into the canyon, an old monk climbed to the top with one hand, clasped his palms together and said, "This son is very kind."
Xu Fengnian concentrated his breath carefully.
Start to shake Kunlun.