Chapter 15: Amitabha Sutra (This chapter is free)

Walk through several long corridor steps.

After walking through several large gardens, passing through several large ponds, more than a dozen round doors and walls, and following behind the boss, Hong Yi walked a meal before he arrived at the main mansion in the center of the Hou Mansion.

The saying "As soon as you enter the Marquis' Gate is as deep as the sea" has been best verified in the Marquis' Mansion of Wuwen.

Even Hong Yi was wandering around, if the boss hadn't led the way, he would have to go missing, not knowing the southeast, west and north.

Of course, this is because he has lived in the corner for a long time and has not walked around the mansion.

His identity cannot be moved too much in the mansion.

In his memory, he only came to the main mansion with his mother when he was a child. This marquis' mansion, which is as warm as a sword, is not his home.

"Why can't my mind calm down?"

Before coming to the main palace, Hong Yi suddenly felt a little nervous. He knew that his father Wu Wenhou was too majestic, so he suddenly called him here and didn't know what to say.

"Scholars must calm down, and the mountains collapse in front of them and their faces remain unchanged." Hong Yi thought in his heart, calmed down his anxiety and followed the boss to step into the main palace.

The main palace of the Hou Mansion was built in a majestic and majestic manner. The ground paved with large moxa leaves and bluestone was as flat as mirrors and as hard as iron.

In the hall of the main palace, there is a row of large mahogany chairs with huge characters in the center, with straight fonts, which have a sense of oppression that makes people look regular and regular.

It is the word "ritual".

Below the word "Li" is a large red sandalwood tribute table that can lie flat for four or five people.

There are many items placed on the altar, all covered with bright yellow satin, which are obviously objects given by the emperor. They are all worshipped in incense.

On the big chair to the left of the tribute table was a man in a gorgeous dress and a purple and golden crown on the head.

This man's temples were slightly gray and his hands were pressed on the armrests of the big chair. He was as white as jade and spotless, giving people a feeling of mastering infinite power.

As soon as this person sits, he is intimidating and majestic, making people unable to face him, so he can only bow his head obediently.

He is the real owner of the entire Wuwen Marquis Mansion, Wuwen Marquis Hong Xuanji, the country stone pillar of the court, and the Martial Saint of the Daqian Dynasty.

"Hong Yi, stand to the right, I have something to say to you."

Seeing the boss manager bringing Hong Yi in, Wu Wenhou pointed with his hand.

Hong Yi responded, walked to the right side of the hall and stood up, and said aloud: "What are your instructions for Mr. Father?"

"Um?"

Just as Hong Yi spoke, the boss manager who retreated to the corner of the door looked puzzled, as if he was a little unexpectedly Hong Yi was calm. Even the eldest son, who had already been married in the Marquis's Mansion, was trembling in front of Hong Xuanji, and he didn't dare to show off.

"I heard that you answered a poem to Princess Wingchun in cursive script? Why don't you use the right words? Show off your writing and poetry? Don't read the classics and principles, do these evil ways?"

Wu Wenhou said lightly, his tone was very cold, which made people tremble with trembling.

No matter how Hong Yi was in his heart, he kept adhering to the truth that scholars had collapsed before and felt that they were cold and sweating.

"Um?"

Seeing that Hong Yi did not answer him, Wu Wenhou nodded coldly.

As soon as the cold came out, the temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop a lot. Hong Yi only felt his calves soften and almost collapsed.

If he hadn't practiced the Bull Demon's Great Power Fist and became stronger, he would have felt that he would have collapsed from the majesty of Wu Wenhou.

"What my father taught me is that I won't dare to do it anymore."

Hong Yi lowered his head.

He knew that in front of Hong Xuanji, there was no chance to refute, and even if your reason was correct, he had to surrender.

The most ruler among the Marquis of Wu Wen was the most ruler. Hong Yi knew that if he refuted, it would be not unusual to be broken by his legs at a light level, and if he was severe, he was beaten to death by family rules. This rule not only applies to him, but also to the eldest son.

The rigorous and rules of the Wuwen Hou Mansion management family were famous in the entire court. It was also highly praised by some scholars and officials.

"Um."

Wu Wenhou nodded again, but it wasn't cold, his tone eased a little. Hong Yi suddenly felt that the temperature in the entire hall had risen a little, and his calf no longer had tendons.

"You violated the family law in this matter. You were originally going to hit you twenty sticks, but you have fame and fortune. Moreover, the Enke Provincial Examination and National Ceremony will be held in the beginning of the Spring Festival. If you want to participate in the national ceremony, you will be spared for the time being. If you pass the Juren, you will naturally be written off. If you fail to win, the family law will be implemented as well." Wu Wenhou said expressionlessly on his face.

"Yes, my father." Hong Yi lowered his head again.

"Although poetry is not a formal classic, it can show the agility of literary thinking. Your poetry is still decent." Wu Wenhou said again: "You are already fifteen years old this year. According to the laws of my Daqian Dynasty, you are already an adult. What are your plans?"

"My father, I want to learn archery and horse martial arts. I hope my father will be successful." Hong Yi saw that the atmosphere was a little eased, so he boldly put forward his plans.

Hong Yi can't afford to ride a horse and shoot a archery now. Although he has ten red gold coins, he can't afford a good horse and a good bow, let alone raise a horse and needs a groom to take care of. Hong Yi can't take care of himself.

One is the issue of identity. It is not good for scholars to be grooms to spread.

Second, taking care of horses is a hard job, and you have to get up to feed them at night, which is very particular. It takes too much time and energy.

"You haven't read the scriptures well, why do you learn the martial arts of archery and horses!" When Wu Wenhou heard this, his brows frowned slightly, as if he was disagreeing with Hong Yi's desire to learn the martial arts of archery and horses. He refused in one breath: "You read the scriptures well first. If you don't read the scriptures well, you will learn martial arts. You are just a reckless man. Don't mention this in the future, do you know?"

"I understand." Hong Yi still did not refute.

"Okay, go. Manager Wu, take him to the account office to pay 100 taels of silver and ask him to prepare for the scientific trial." After Wu Wenhou said this, he waved his hand: "Go."

"Why don't I let my martial arts learn? Is it because I am afraid that after I pass the Jinshi exam, I will join the army and make military achievements, and may be awarded the title? My mother may be granted the title by being a lord, which will disrupt the rules of the Marquis' Mansion."

Walking back to his yard, Hong Yi closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

If I pass the Jinshi, join the army again, make military achievements, and be granted titles, and my mother is granted the title, then my mother's spiritual throne will be immediately ranked alongside "Ci'an Jun". Even my father must burn incense every time his family sacrifices.

This is a very destructive rule of the Marquis' Mansion. It is a drastic change.

This is something that the rule-persuaded by the rules of Wu Wenhou could not bear.

Hong Yi guessed in his heart that this was the fundamental reason why his father opposed his martial arts learning.

Although Hong Yi himself was just a scholar, and he was still a thousand miles apart from becoming a Jinshi and making military achievements, he was very confident to do it.

"I must do it myself, and win the title of throne for my mother, so that the entire marquis' mansion can take a look!" Hong Yi pinched his fists and said secretly.

"But then again, Ziyue is also a martial saint and a ghost immortal. But when I face him, why didn't I feel so much pressure? Could it be that it was caused by the accumulation of power? Sure enough, I have no strength and confidence, and the truth that the scholars' great mountain collapsed before was a bit vain!"

When facing his father's majesty, Hong Yi finally realized that he had no strength, and the calmness and righteousness of scholars were a bit vain.

"If you are the Martial Saint, you will definitely dare to argue with reason in front of your father. What is the greatest in the world? The most reasonable thing is. Father and son can argue with reason. Even the king and the minister can argue with reason!"

"If you have a big mistake, you will advise me. If you repeat it and don't listen, you will be relocated! My father's surrender principles are deviated from the original meaning of scholars. However, how can I fight for these principles?"

Hong Yi thought to himself.

The emperor has great faults, and scholars should dissuade him. If the emperor refuses to listen repeatedly and insists on his own actions, then you will abdicate!

This is the truth of scholars! Unfortunately, without strength, these truths cannot be fulfilled.

As he thought about it, Hong Yi walked back to his yard, closed the door and thought quietly, and looked at the table. Suddenly, it was a pity that the burned "Martial Classic" was burned.

Hong Yi's eyes couldn't help but look at the brazier that burned the martial arts scriptures.

"Huh? What is that!"

It would be fine if I didn't read it, but I found the dark golden scriptures in the ashes of the brazier.

Hong Yi walked over and picked up the scripture with a fire clip. He found that the scripture seemed to be a silk roll, lifting a large piece! It was extremely thin, with dense words on it, and there was a golden Buddha statue in it, sitting upright in the void, and countless sun, moon and stars circling around it.

I don’t know what material this scripture was made of, but it can’t even burn it.

Hong Yi saw the name of the scripture as soon as he saw it.

"Amitabha Sutra"!
Chapter completed!