It's hard to say that I came here in good spirits, and it's hard to say that I came back in disappointment. Xu Fengnian is still dressed as the wanderer with the bookcase, the red robe is still stealthy, but there is an extra head that died with a smile. After traveling for three hundred miles, I saw two horses galloping towards the hut by the Ruoshui River. One of them was riding a horse on the back of a man Yushu Linfeng. He had a northern figure and a southern appearance. After seeing Xu Feng, his face turned pale immediately. He staggered forward, knelt down and covered his heart, gritted his teeth and choked, repeating "I know it is so" over and over again. Xu Fengnian knew it well, and he didn't try to comfort him. He looked down at the descendant of the concubine whom Xu Huainan placed high hopes on with a cold face. Such a gloomy and cold first meeting is really a disservice to the scenery. There is no such excellent atmosphere in the history books that those virtuous monarchs and famous ministers hate to be late when they meet. The rest of the rider was a young man who looked like a school boy, seeing his master in such a state of despair, he was extremely hostile towards Xu Fengnian by the way.
The man had already reached the crown but was not yet thirty. After losing his composure for a moment, he hid his expression, neither sad nor happy, waved away the arm that the book boy was trying to support, stood up by himself, asked the book boy to give up a horse, and the master and servant shared a ride. Horses, three people and two horses went to the south together tacitly. Passing through various city passes along the way, gentle men like jade can chat with the school captains along the way, but there are few hypocritical scenes of calling brothers and sisters. Passing through the southern tip of the small half of Aquarius State, bypassing the land of Wangting and Gyeonggi, and about to enter Jinchan State, we stopped to rest in a small inn in a deserted town. The two sides who watched with cold eyes finally had an open and honest conversation. The inn's business was cold , only the three of them lived in the huge courtyard, and the night was as cold as water. A young boy named Mengxi, surnamed Wang, squatted on the stone steps at the entrance of the courtyard, sighing at the sky full of stars. The dilapidated bamboo chair that squeaks as soon as you sit down, Xu Beizhi doesn't drink alcohol, but bought a pot of self-brewed wine from the inn when he checked in, and put it in front of Xu Fengnian who was sitting opposite him, watching him pour the wine Putting it into the porcelain cup, Xu Beizhi said flatly, "It is said that turbid wine is happy to meet each other, but you and I don't seem to have this fate."
Xu Fengnian said calmly, "Did your grandfather choose this name himself?"
Xu Beizhi twitched the corners of his mouth, "At first it wasn't called this. When I was six years old, I was endorsing a book in Xu's private school. Grandpa happened to pass by the window and called me to him. After some questions and answers, it was changed to Beizhi. Tangerine, born in the north, is Zhizhi. I didn’t know the meaning of my grandfather’s name in the past, but now I know that it is for me to move south, from orange to orange. Grandpa has a good heart, and as a descendant, he must not let the old man down. Change the name Three years later, after I was nine years old, I followed my grandfather to study history and copy books, and my relationship with my parents was indifferent. Maybe His Royal Highness does not know, but Grandpa has been paying attention to you for many years, especially since the king of Beiliang refused you to enter Beijing, until now During your two trips, grandpa spent a lot of manpower and material resources to intercept first-hand information, I dare say that he is the first one in Beimang to guess your identity first."
Having said that, Xu Beizhi turned his gaze to the room where Xu Fengnian was, and the five fingers of the hand resting on his lap trembled slightly. There is no difference in one hand on the table.
Xu Beizhi withdrew his gaze after a moment, and his tone was calm: "Grandpa has been having a knot for so many years. To untie the bell, you have to tie the bell. Naturally, you have to tie the knot. The son went to Beimang in person. Compared with the king of Beiliang It’s so unbelievable for me to come. To be honest, I once suggested that Grandpa kill you before you get close to Ruoshui. Since it’s a knot, let one party die as the end.”
Xu Fengnian smiled, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
Xu Beizhi finally showed a desolate face, and looked down at the empty desktop in front of his eyes, "It's just that I didn't expect that it would be a dead knot, and it would be his old man who would die. Grandpa also said before that even if he saw your face, whoever lives and who dies will pay the price." Between fifty and five."
Xu Fengnian frowned as he lowered his head and drank his second glass of wine.
Xu Beizhi pursed his lips, looked at Xu Fengnian who was slowly drinking the turbid wine, and said straight to the point almost questioningly: "Since you don't want to be emperor, what are you doing in Beimang? What are you doing here to see my grandfather who has not cared about the world for many years? Which feudal clan?" Wang Di's eldest son is as crazy as you? So what if you hand over Beiliang military power to Chen Zhibao?"
Xu Fengnian glanced at him, took an empty glass, poured a glass of wine, and slowly pushed it to his table.
Xu Beizhi shook his head, didn't raise his glass, paused for a while, actually had a faint cry, and said to himself: "Yes, I don't drink, so I don't know the taste of wine."
Xu Fengnian then said: "I returned to Beiliang for the second time. Before I came to your Beimang, the night before my departure, Xu Xiao told me frankly that the first time I went out with an old servant, a fat man named Chu Lushan Sneakily followed behind me, and secretly contacted no less than 50 people from Beiliang's old army. Whether or not the 300,000 cavalry in Beiliang rebelled or not, was just a matter of Xu Xiao's thought. Born in troubled times, I didn't become a dog in troubled times, Xu Xiao Xiao Xiao laughed and said that Gouji also knows how to jump over the wall. He is a stinky chess player, and he is really going to be dragged by the emperor to play chess. The second time I visited the rivers and lakes in a stately manner, I only got a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of Beiliang's potential power. Xu Xiao said afterwards that Chen Zhibao could not afford this property. Jiang set up his own family, and led nearly 80,000 soldiers and horses from Northern Liang to the south, splitting the land and dividing the border, and became the second king with a different surname in Liyang. Since he rejected the current emperor of the Zhao family at that time, he can't blame him for giving him a chance. My adoptive father is stingy, and in Beiliang, the family has family rules, which must come before state-owned laws."
Xu Beizhi pondered silently.
After a long time, he said silently: "Qi is born from the broken place."
Xu Fengnian changed the topic to a leisurely and comfortable one, and asked with a smile: "Can you tell me the identity of the juvenile Taoist boy? I always feel uncomfortable if I don't ask clearly."
Xu Beizhi glanced at Xu Fengnian who was twirling the empty wine glass with his fingers, and said frankly and unfamiliarly: "I don't know the secret behind it either. I only know that Taoist boy came to Xu's house ten years ago, and ten years later he will still look like a child."
Xu Fengnian clicked his tongue and said, "Don't you agree with that mysterious statement?"
The two said two words in unison: "Longevity."
After blurting out this statement, the two had different expressions, Xu Fengnian harbored hostility, while Xu Beizhi was full of curiosity to find out. Xu Beizhi has followed his grandfather to cultivate in Gongmen since he was a child. He is a long-sleeved and good at dancing. He is good at observing words and demeanor. When he sees the clues that Xu Fengnian reveals, he pays attention to them, but he doesn't ask. There is a lot of grudges between the old bastard who obtained the little longevity in Longhu Mountain, if you really come to Beiliang, you are willing to lower your self and be a minion, and you can just wait and see the excitement in the future."
Xu Beizhi didn't pick up the conversation.
Xu Fengnian got up and said: "I'm about to enter Jinchan State, I'm afraid with your grandfather's penetrating power, it's not as easy to pass there as in Aquarius State, so you should rest earlier."
Xu Beizhi hesitated to speak, until Xu Fengnian turned around and didn't make a sound, until Xu Fengnian took a few steps, he couldn't help but speak, with a hoarse voice, "You take my grandfather's head and return to Beiliang, and you will be worthy of this trip."
Xu Fengnian with a refined face stopped in his tracks and turned to look at this scholar who was much more genuine than himself.
Xu Beizhi clenched his hands tightly on his lap and put them on his lap, not looking at Xu Fengnian, "I also know that Grandpa wants to help you increase your prestige in the army. After all, cutting off the head of the majestic former king of the North Academy is better than leading troops to kill ten Wan Beimang's army is even rarer. I just want to take a look, just one look!"
Xu Fengnian asked: "Xu Beizhi, don't you hate me?"
The extremely elegant and calm man smiled sadly and said: "How dare I hate you, is it to make my grandpa die in peace?"
Xu Fengnian groaned, turned around and left, leaving a soft sentence, "It's very difficult for you to see your grandfather. I was buried by the Ruoshui River."
Xu Beizhi was stunned.
In the dead of night, the waiter at the door, who had covered the steps with his butt, was bored. After hearing the news, he turned his head with a look of disbelief. , with a half-smile, raised his head and picked up the half-remaining wine jug, murmured and poured it all into his stomach.
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The middle-aged man with hands as long as his knees had made the chess and sword Yuefu, who had always had his eyes above the top, sweat even more outside the Tianmen Gate of Daodezong. There was no trouble on the road, and it was close to the upper reaches of the Yellow River, and there was no frightening act of jumping across the river. I honestly paid money to the boatman and crossed the river on a raft. He was like a clay bodhisattva, without temper at all. It must be known that Wang Xianzhi, who is a martial artist in the world, can stand side by side with Wang Xianzhi, who left Wudi City for the first time in nearly fifty years, and the Liyang Dynasty fearfully followed him with thousands of cavalry, for fear that this old guy who likes to call himself the second in the world will cause trouble. Both dynasties and rivers and lakes believed in that statement. As long as this man joins forces with Wang Xianzhi, he can easily kill all the remaining eight of the ten people in the world. This is enough to show how powerful this Northern Mang Army God surnamed Tuoba is!
If you think that as long as you are a top martial artist, you have to be the kind of fledgling in the rivers and lakes, even if you meet Tuoba Bodhisattva face to face, you will probably meet the real Buddha and be regarded as a layman.
Everyone in Bei Mang knew that Tuoba Bodhisattva didn't believe in Buddhism, but he was close to the Buddhist sect and traveled far away, especially with the national teacher Qilin Daoist who was in the same dynasty and assisted the empress. He hadn't even met once in twenty years. Much like the vassal princes of the mortal enemy Liyang Dynasty are not allowed to see the vassal princes.
On this day, the sky was light and the wind was light. Tuoba Bodhisattva, who was very heroic and tall when he was young, stepped off the raft, and his feet could barely touch the ground of the ferry. There was a violent sway on the surface of the Yellow River, like a dragon at the bottom of the river, and he was shocked. After fastening the raft, the boatman also jumped ashore, not daring to earn any more money. The people waiting to cross the river at the ferry only felt dazzled, and found that the real middle-aged man had disappeared.
In the open space, the unsmiling Tuoba Bodhisattva saw an old Taoist.
Holding a stag tail in his hand, his beard and hair are like snow, and his Taoist robe flutters without wind.
Tuoba Bodhisattva said calmly: "Master, do you know that those who stand in my way will die?"
The old man waved his whisk and said with a casual smile: "I am the national teacher, but the national teacher is not me. It doesn't matter if you die or not."
Tuoba Bodhisattva said with disgust on his face, "Pretending to be a ghost."
The next moment, thunder exploded all over Tuoba Bodhisattva's body. The originally short man was nine feet tall.
Those ape-like long arms no longer looked abrupt.
It is difficult for the mud bodhisattva to cross the river.
When Tuoba Bodhisattva crossed the river, the gods and Buddhas were unstoppable.
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It is rumored that there is a mountain floating in the sky in Daodezong, six hundred feet above the ground, and there are tens of thousands of palaces on the mountain. Li Danxin pulled up the river and flooded Daozong. The flood gushed out from the gate of heaven and washed away the jade steps. The monk in white floated to the ground and walked in a narrow mountain depression full of green eyes. When he reached the end, he suddenly realized that there was no magnificent building group in the depression as imagined by the world. There was only one Taoist temple built on the mountain. In the circular square, the yin and yang Pisces are entangled with each other, and the whole square looks back to basics, which is extremely simple and clear. In the pattern of yin-yang fish, there are clouds and mist rising up to the sky. The monk in white looks up and sees dozens of giant white storks that are different from the same kind. It can be seen that there are Taoist priests riding. The soaring immortals, these Taoist priests of the Taoist sect, obviously originally stayed in the temple to offer wine to Taoists. Li Danxin took the river to visit and return the gift, forcing them to flee to the sky.
In Li Danxin's sight, except for the Taoist and the white stork, there really was a mountain floating in the air.
All the Taoists floated up on white storks, and a young Taoist floated down gently from the towering floating mountain.
This sword-bearer fell at the intersection of yin and yang, black and white, and he was in charge.
The Taoist priest looks to be twenty-seven or eighty years old, very masculine and feminine, even a bit flattering.
Li Dangxin just glanced at it, then sneered and said: "As expected of the real Qilin who has reached the realm of saints, he is really skilled, and he even figured out the secret method of transforming the three cleans with one breath, why, ask the poor monk to pull out the nine insects and cut them Three corpses? It’s just that there are two remaining fake gods. Don’t they go out to greet guests together? It’s too petty. Now the three religions have a saint, let alone my master, even Cao Changqing, a Confucian saint, dares to use the palace You, a flirtatious person in the latrine, you, the shrunken head of the Northern Mang State Master, can't do anything in comparison."
The seemingly young Taoist smiled and said: "Li Beware, who has no Zen to practice, wants to stare at the Vajra? The poor Taoist will not argue with you, but just stand here and wait and see. Monk Nagarjuna has read the Diamond Sutra and practiced meditation. Since you are determined to be afraid, Pindao will not move today, so let you do it."
Li Beware gave a simple oh.
He stopped talking nonsense, stretched out his arms towards Fushan, a white cassock suddenly clung to Wei'an's body, and then his feet sank to the ground below his knees.
The monk in white dragged down the entire floating mountain!
It crashed on top of the young Taoist's head.
Li Xiaoxin entered the Heavenly Gate alone, and left the Heavenly Gate alone.
Skimming nearly a thousand steps, squatting on the ground and carrying the golden master on his back.
Several high-ranking disciples of the moral sect did not dare to stop him.
The old monk was dying.
The old monk smiled and asked, "Won the fight?"
The monk in white hummed.
"Apprentice, is there such a saying at the bottom of the mountain that love is deep and lifeless? Master doesn't know whether it was right or wrong to agree to you to marry a daughter-in-law back then."
"This is not the truth that monks should say."
"Truths don't matter whether they come from the world or into the world. If they make sense, they are the truth. Buddhism may not be all the sentences in the Buddhist scriptures, and the sentences in the Buddhist scriptures may not be all the Dharma. East and West, North and South, especially your daughter, is very good at speaking The truth, I understand it, so I willingly cheated the candied haws. I didn’t understand it at the time, so I didn’t rush to give it. Sometimes I slowly figured it out. I remembered that I wanted to give this girl some food, and the little girl lost her temper. , no more."
"Master, can you say a few words less? You can go back to the temple and tell my daughter about these things."
"It's too late."
Li Danxin's figure was once again like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, darting across the water of the Yellow River.
"Only speaking about the difficulty of understanding the Dharma, many eminent monks in our Liangchan Temple know more than your master, and many of them are able to deal with the court and the government. They are free people who have been born and entered the world. Master is the host, it is really squatting in a latrine. Alas, I have been worrying all these years, and my family has already shaved off three thousand threads of worry."
"Those of the same generation as Master, they are less human than Master. Since they have not yet become Buddhas, they are still human."
"You can't say that, it hurts your peace."
"Master, this is a compliment to you."
"Master, I know. It's not because I'm afraid that if you tell others in front of you in the future, you won't be able to get along with Master."
"Master, it's rare for you to be confused. Both the North and the South learned from you."
"Actually speaking from the bottom of my heart, it is not scary to destroy Buddha. Master is not afraid of how many Buddhist temples, volumes of Buddhist scriptures are burned, and how many monks are expelled. The Buddha's heart that is afraid of Buddhism will not last forever. The Zen of one Zen is still the Hinayana if it is not right now. If you go from the Hinayana to the Mahayana, the master will not see you."
"Master, I don't want to see that day."
"Hey, as the master of Nanbei's master, I actually don't want to see that day, but I can only tell you this."
After saying this sentence, the monk Nagarjuna, whose body was dry and golden, recited Amitabha once, and then fell silent.
The white-clothed monk Li Xiaoxin stopped, tore off a piece of cassock, tied up his master, closed his eyes and folded his hands together, and walked up to the nine heavens.
On this day, hundreds of Daoist priests and nearly ten thousand pilgrims looked up at the Buddha's light, and they all heard the sound of reciting the "Diamond Sutra" from the sky.
On this day, thousands of believers turned to devout Buddhism.