When Xu Fengnian and the old monk came to the herdsman camp by the lake, they found that the felt tent that had just been laid out and reloaded it onto the carriage. It seemed that they were going to migrate and exile again. The monk Nagarjuna, who was slowly leading the horse, turned to Xu Fengnian and asked, "This is the fourth time that your highness has committed murder. Why don't he take action every time?"

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Since the old abbot is a holy monk, he naturally can tolerate people in the world who are not tolerated. Don't they say that the Buddha's head is angry and the Buddha is worried about anything with me."

The old monk looked at the young man who was holding a grudge deeply and said with a smile: "Your Highness is a real villain who is active. But it is not a matter of whether you want to kill or not. I still want to ask Your Highness to expose his anger in one breath, and there will be a good time to get together."

Xu Fengnian did not hide this time, and restrained his impetuous expression of pretending to be cynical and said calmly: "Murder intent is indeed true. I dare not have the intention to kill, for fear that the old abbot will be regarded as the devil who will be killed by everyone. In the future, when I return to the Buddhist holy land of Liangchen Temple, I can nail me to death with just a spit. I have seen the nature of Taoism. One Zhao Huangchao and the other Zhao Xuansu are not good people, but their realm is very high. They all say that the Taoist sect is quiet and inaction, and I really don't know how to practice it."

The old monk sighed softly: "These two great real people in Longhu Mountain have not been able to let go of that surname. No wonder they have fallen into a different way. Just like me, I have always been unable to keep my original heart over the years. I don't seek persistence, but I am obsessed with it. How can I understand it? After I became the host, I have not been able to figure out many things. After thinking about it, I really have no choice but to explore the countless Taoist scriptures. Finally, I feel that it seems to be in Chapter 24 of the "Tao Te Ching".

The four words "Tao follows nature" are the most important. Later, my disciple said that we should understand our minds and see our nature and realize our Bodhi. I also thought it was very good. The two verses that I argued with the first senior brother back then. The disciple returned from a journey to the west and said only the eight-character comments: Beautiful will be beautiful, and if it is over, it will not be over. The senior brother nodded and said yes, and then passed away. There are also the sages of Confucianism who said that they should not do evil but do good but not do good but not do it. They really explained the truth. This trip to Beimang is destined to destroy the so-called Buddha realm in the eyes of the world."

Xu Fengnian frowned and said, "Downward?"

The old monk smiled and nodded, "It's to let go."

Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "I don't understand the sudden enlightenment and the enlightenment proposed by the monk in white."

The old monk smiled and said, "I don't know much about playing the game, otherwise I would be able to say something about Buddha's words to Your Highness at this time, and that's not the same as the situation."

Xu Fengnian said helplessly: "The old abbot finally has a bit of a master's demeanor now."

The old monk holding a horse in one hand and holding a bamboo reed zen stick in the other hand whispered: "Even if I say that, I will not give out two Zen pills."

Xu Fengnian wanted to speak but stopped.

The old monk whispered: "It is better to ask yourself than to ask Buddha."

Xu Fengnian smiled bitterly and put the question about Xu Xiao and he didn't dare to know the answer back to his stomach.

Xu Fengnian immediately said to himself: "No matter what the intention is, since I am about to fall, the old abbot's trip is considered to be that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell. The only one who is above the gods can only be gilded Buddha statues and clay-sculpted Bodhisattvas, or is the old abbot who is willing to go to the secular world of the people so much that he is willing to go around the world, is a real monk."

The old monk quietly reached into the cuff of the cassock and took out a small wooden box in all directions. Seeing Xu Fengnian confused, the host of the Liangzen Temple said seriously: "I am old and I always like to be praised."

Xu Fengnian silently took the wooden box, his mouth twitched, and he was speechless.

When the herdsmen saw Xu Fengnian and the old monk coming with each other, they were surprised. They were surprised that the young Bodhisattva returned and returned, which made them feel guilty and happy that the Buddha came again. It was also a great psychological comfort for the small tribe that had many disasters.

Huyan Guanyin and Abaoji trotted to the pair of high-ranking Bodhisattva Buddhas. She stopped for some reason, but the excited child broke free from her hand and ran over.

Xu Fengnian changed her clothes and asked for a bag of water and food, so she continued to go north.

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"North and South, do you think that the branches and leaves of your peach tree of the same age are not lush enough?"

"Master, don't lie to me to pee and water it fat? I'll be beaten to death by the things and my master's wife!"

"You have the courage to not quarrel at the Golden Pin, which has caused the master to bump into thousands of miles, and he has no saliva or eight pounds. Don't you feel guilty?"

"I'll go cook later."

"It seems that I don't have enough understanding."

"Master, just say what should I do."

"My teacher said this morning that she would not do laundry in the past few days."

"I understand."

"Why are you still standing there?"

"Didn't you say you should knock on your back for half an hour? It's only a stick of incense."

"Oh. It seems that the understanding is getting bigger and better, it's good."

"Master."

"kindness?"

"My master's wife brought things down the mountain to buy rouge and water powder. The master's wife said a few days ago that there were many wealthy knights pursuing her before, and said that if she just married one of them, she would buy dozens of taels of silver a box of rouge without blinking, which is not like now."

"Is this how?"

"kindness!"

"Okay, Master's master happens to be not in the temple. He has treasured a few sets of Buddhist scriptures. You go and steal it, go down the mountain to pawn it and exchange it for money. Anyway, when you return to the temple, he will be willing to hit me, and he will not be willing to hit you."

"Master, this is breaking the precepts."

"You have fallen in love with girls and are willing to not be the Buddha anymore. Are you still afraid of this?"

"Master, the weather is good, I've gone to do my clothes."

"Go away, but the understanding is still not enough."

The little monk ran to hold a wooden basin and sat on a small stool under the sun.

At the time of the Beiliang Palace, there was half a pound of red makeup on his face. His prince might have been kind enough not to hurt her heart, but Ben Nanbei really thought it was good at that time. From then on, he felt more and more that he wanted to become a Buddha, and he could burn out relics so that she could buy better rouge and water powder. However, after a dream, he could not become a Buddha now.

Ben Nanbei lowered his head and rubbed his clothes, but he felt very worried.

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In Longhu Mountain, which is the same as the holy place of the two Zen Temples, a thin and yellow boy fell down to Qi Xuanzhen's black tiger. The battle made the earth shake and then rode the tiger down the mountain.

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Beiliang Palace, Tingchao Pavilion.

A cool mountain, without wind or rain.

Li Yishan was writing about the ups and downs of the struggles about the imperial power and ministers of all dynasties on the dark and wet rooftop. He had already written until today. When Zi and Zhang Julu shook their wrists and accidentally dripped a few drops of ink on rice paper. Looking at the slowly dissipated ink traces, the chief aide of the royal palace who had lived in the attic for twenty years suddenly disgusted. He quickly covered his mouth, picked up the wine gourd at his feet, swallowed the blood that surged into his throat with a mouthful of green ant wine, and after putting down the wine pot, his vision was dizzy, and a roll-up of "Since ancient times, the tyrant monarchs are lazy and the ministers are raising their power, and the name of this dynasty is very strange." In just twenty words, it was written a bit crooked and lost its usual composition.

Li Yishan sighed softly, put down the hard hair, put it on the pen holder, and spit out a sip of the strong and turbid air mixed with the smell of wine and blood. Li Yishan casually opened a few books of the dynasty geography that the five or six maids in Wutongyuan recently compiled and portrayed together. After a few glances, he put it down. He stood up with difficulty, pushed open the door, walked to the corridor under the eaves, and thought for a while, and walked downstairs for the first time. For some reason, the white fox's face followed him, walked to the first floor together, and there was a tide of listening.

When the pavilion came to the lake where thousands of precious koi were raised, the several guards were shocked and immediately notified the King of Beiliang. Li Yishan stood at the edge of the base of the attic and was shaking. When Xu Xiao ran over, he sat down with difficulty. Xu Xiao sat next to the national soldier who was called his right-hand man with Zhao Changling, put his old fox fur on Li Yishan and frowned, "Nin Ying, your body cannot be affected by the cold, why did you leave the building?"

Li Yishan still couldn't stop coughing while covering his mouth. Xu Xiao quickly tapped his back gently. The Chunqiu national scholar looked at the lake peacefully and laughed softly, "General, how many years have I been with you?"

Xu Xiao sighed, "It's been thirty-two years. At that time, I was a despicable barbarian from a vulgar family. Few scholars were willing to be my subordinates. They were all disgusted and humiliated. They were just two young men in Changling who came here foolishly. At that time, I thought you two had either a problem with your brain or had bad intentions. Later I found out that I had picked up the treasure."

Li Yishan retracted his hand, clenched his fists on his knees, smiled openly, and said softly: "General, Zhang Julu is a famous minister with ambitions and talents than me and Zhao Changling. Are you tired if you have such a temple rival?"

Xu Xiao patted the back of his thirty-year-old partner and smiled and said, "Why am I afraid of with you? Anyway, I always charge forward. Who are you afraid of when you are planning?"

Li Yishan smiled bitterly and said, "You are so scoundrel."

Xu Xiao laughed and said, "As a rough man, I am a rough man, except for the shoe sewing work I learned from Lao Song back, I can still do other fine work."

Li Yishan smiled calmly, narrowed his eyes, looked at the sky, and said slowly: "I am the very few people who advised you to be the emperor back then. If you were to be the one who was so sad that you decided to leave your armor and return to the field because of my nonsense. Many people even turned against you. You should scold me today."

Xu Xiao shook his head and said, "What a big deal, Besides, I know that I have never been the emperor, and it has nothing to do with you."

Li Yishan coughed a few times and said, "Zhang Julu is very powerful. In just a few years, the court has shown a new pattern and new atmosphere. Although it often leads to criticism, it is really a contribution to the country. Besides, there is a wise king on the dragon throne, which makes him have no worries. Especially in the border preparations, it is amazing that several major wars between the two countries have failed. However, the two dynasties' eastern borders have reversed the decline under his arrangement. The border defense has gradually improved. A large number of young and strong generals were selected to fight to fight the border to defend the enemy. What is rare is to persuade Gu Jiantang to add two ministers to the Ministry of War to make up for the border defense personnel. At that time, he served as a border military academy in the hands of the old chief minister. He was either a mess or a disrespected official, but now he has become a popular person.

The master of the previous dynasty is still taking charge of the quilting skills of Zhang Julu, the empire's paper maker. The general, but Zhang Julu is not perfect. This purple-bearded and blue-eyed man is gentle in small matters, but he is arrogant in big matters. He can be said to be a disobedience by his colleagues. This will inevitably lay the root of disaster. Although the old nobles and nobles are no longer there, the nobles of the previous dynasty took turns to take charge of the court. Without the foundation, there are still two great scholars. Most of the leaders of these two powerful people were forced to retire, expelled from the cabinet, or retreated bravely, and returned to their hometown to recover. This is why the new Imperial College Priest's wine priest called him a wine-playing flute, pinching his eyes, playing drums and playing pipa, but he was scolded fiercely. He still didn't know Zhang Julu's intentions. This chief minister who was the solemn leader who was the only one who was responsible for the country was obviously devastated and was in exchange for peace for all ages."

Li Yishan suddenly became energetic, and his snow-white face began to turn red. He continued, "Biyaner wanted to see the defeat of the Xu family in her lifetime. I, Li Yishan, did not have enough to accomplish some of the failures. He left sixteen strategies to deal with them. In addition, there were six remarks on the governance of Beiliang, a total of 34 discussions, and they were all written and left for Feng Nian."

The white fox face always stood behind the two old men, silent.

He knew that this withered national soldier was already terminally ill and could not last long.

Xu Xiao said softly: "Stop talking."

Li Yishan let go of his fist, his palms were scarlet, and he smiled, no longer coughed, but blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. He was extremely tired and closed his eyes and said, "Mr. Nangong, Li Yishan begs you something. If Feng Nian is in trouble in the future, but the 300,000 cavalry cannot rescue him, please ask the sir to help him once."

Bai Hu'er said in a deep voice: "Please don't worry sir!"

"I can't see clearly."

Li Yishan, whose vision began to blur, trembled and raised his arm, pointing his fingers in the air, as if he had played black and white with His Highness the young prince in those years.

His face, covered with vicissitudes, seemed to have some regrets. He was too strict with this child back then, scolded too much, and praised too little.

This man, who was not sure whether he died of illness or old age, leaned heavily against the general who was sitting shoulder to shoulder, murmured: "I can finally have a good sleep."

I fell asleep and never woke up again. Life and death are so big, life and death are so small.

The white fox turned his head and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

King Xu Xiao of Beiliang just gently helped him close the fox fur that was about to slide off.
Chapter completed!