Jingzhou is located in the northeast of Dafeng. Although the area is quite large, it cannot stand being too remote. Half of the territory is a bitter cold land filled with yellow sand.

The spring breeze floated, and the sky of Changlin City revealed a long-lost blue. King Jingbei, who was wearing a purple robe and a five-clawed python robe, was holding two starched beads in his hands. His left hand was behind his back. Behind him, a man wearing a

A middle-aged man in Confucian robes stands holding a fan, his eyes like cold stars.

King Jingbei, who had lost his son for two years, was obviously much more vicissitudes than he was two years ago. He shouted in a deep voice, "How is the situation?"

The young Confucian scholar cupped his hands and replied, "Your Majesty, all the Northern Army has been sent to the front line. If there is any abnormal movement by the Northern Barbarians, we can immediately fight back."

"Very good." The elderly prince nodded lightly, then turned around and said, "Is there any news from Yindu?"

The young Confucian scholar's eyes darkened slightly, he took a few steps forward and said softly, "Yes, Qin Feng has begun to reorganize the Dingxi Army. It seems that there is a strong tendency to move northward."

"The Northern Barbarians are approaching fiercely. If we rely solely on our Northern Army, even if we can block them outside the pass, we will suffer a lot of losses. In the end, we will injure one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred to ourselves. If Qin Feng leads his army at this time, we will lose a lot.

Not to mention taking advantage of it, maybe even my land in the north will be taken away."

The three northern states are the foundation of the King of Jingbei. Luzhou has been restless in recent years. If another state is lost, then there will be no need for his existence as the King of Jingbei.

The young Confucian scholar also thought of this and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, if General Qin Feng arrives in time, it might not be a bad thing for us."

"What do you mean by this?"

"Killing someone with a borrowed knife, I asked General Qin Feng to lead his army to Pinglao Pass. According to the latest intelligence, the guard general of the Northern Barbarians outside Pinglao Pass is named Murong Zhuozhuo, and he is the son of Lord Murong Baoyu of Xilinleg.

Although this person is young, he is very powerful and is a good hand in commanding the army. And Qin Feng is known as the most offensive person among the Dafeng coaches. Why not let them have a chance? No matter who loses or wins, right?

We all benefit and no harm is done."

The young Confucian scholar said softly, which made the elderly King Jingbei filled with joy and immediately adopted the young Confucian scholar's suggestion.

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The blue lantern and two Zen staffs in the ancient temple represent the Prajna of the Buddha who saves human life.

There is such an ancient temple. He escaped from the prosperity of the world and built the temple in Heiling Mountain in the northernmost part of Jingzhou. There is no human habitation within ten miles, and it is harassed by yellow sand all year round, making it miserable.

Even so, there are always some dignitaries who take the trouble to travel hundreds of miles to make offerings, and this temple also has a rule. No matter where you are, if you want to enter the temple, you must take the side door.

This ancient mountain temple has produced countless eminent monks. The most recent one is the Kuchan Master a hundred years ago. He is the master of the current abbot. He went to the Central Plains alone to participate in the debate on Buddhism and Taoism. He once met Hong Mosong of Wudang in Lotus.

The debate on the peak lasted for ten days. It is said that during those ten days, golden light shone on the Lotus Peak, and the lotus flowers in the lotus pond bloomed and fell three times.

Buddhism was defeated in that debate, and Master Kuchan passed away and returned to the West shortly after returning to the temple. From Master Kuchan onwards, eight dharma buddhas, Heishan, opened translation halls, discussed sutras and preached, and became famous for a while; some even went to Jingzhou to establish themselves.

At that time, eighteen eminent monks resisted the enemy at Shanhaiguan. They did not hesitate to convert their own relics and used their supreme cultivation to fend off the 100,000-strong Northern Barbarian army.

Even today, on the city wall of Shanhaiguan, you can still see the Buddha's relics embedded in the city wall with golden light; even further away, a thousand years ago, the founder of Buddhism and Taoism spent 30 years in retreat to meditate on Buddhism, and finally achieved the supreme Buddhahood, the incarnation.

The Buddhist Maharaja, with one step of a thousand miles, can produce two meditations, and become the great patriarch of Buddhism and Taoism.

This ancient temple is located in the mountains. Every pilgrim who wants to enter the temple to ask for a fortune has to cross the mountains and ridges. In the temple, the mountains are high and the water is fragrant and the fragrance is strong. The mountain is high but it is nameless, the water is deep but there are no fish, and the incense is strong but there are no monks.

This is Faxiang Temple, known as the first famous temple in Buddhism.

Some Confucian scholars once traveled thousands of miles to the Faxiang Temple to seek scriptures, but were rejected. When asked why, they said that it was a place of Buddhism and did not tolerate evil and filth. This made several well-dressed Confucian scholars feel ashamed and left the place. To this day,

Those Confucian scholars didn't know why the Buddhists in Jingzhou knew about their love affair.

But soon some pilgrims said that there lived in Faxiang Temple a beautiful girl who was dressed in red and green, who was charming and charming, and that she was flirting with an eminent monk who taught Buddhism in the temple, but it was unclear.

After the news was released, those Confucian scholars who had suffered a loss seized the opportunity to criticize Faxiang Temple verbally and writtenly. It was a disgrace to Buddhist customs to allow women to enter the temple even though they said it on the surface.

From the tone of his voice, it seemed that he wanted to remove Buddhism from the Nine Streams. However, even though I faced the risk of being expelled from the Nine Streams, Faxiang Temple did not respond.

It is precisely because of this that the incense in Faxiang Temple suddenly decreased a lot, so that some young monks had to go down the mountain to beg for alms.

There is a forest of pagodas at the back of Faxiang Temple, which houses the relics of the deceased eminent monks. As you look around, you can see that they are so densely packed that you can’t even see them. A rough estimate is that there are more than a thousand pagodas.

The tomb towers in the pagoda forest are of different heights, and each has its own carving mention. Generally, temples will list this place as a forbidden Buddhist site. After all, these relics of eminent monks are not ordinary objects, but Faxiang Temple does not list them as taboos, even because there are few monks.

There are no monks on duty, and it depends entirely on the piety of the believers to keep it safe.

On the left side of the pagoda is the Thousand-Armed Buddha statue of Faxiang Temple. The Buddha statue has a thousand hands. It is said that it was the physical body of the founder of Buddhism and Taoism after his death. The Buddha's head has a smile on its lips and its eyes are like the rising sun. It is sacred and majestic. You can't help but feel ashamed when you look at it.

There are thousands of hands, facing in all directions, with scriptures engraved on each palm.

It is said that these scriptures are what the founder of Buddhism has learned throughout his life. If you understand one or two of them, you can enter the realm of the top-grade spiritual shell. With ten hands, you can enter the realm of the top-grade half-step soul. If you understand a hundred hands, you can enter the realm of the soul and achieve Buddhism.

The reputation of Vajra; with three hundred hands enlightened, one can generate the Buddha's light on his back and transform into a Buddha; with five hundred enlightened heads, one can become an indestructible body of Vajra and become a Buddha physically; with one thousand hands enlightened, one can become the founder of Buddhism and generate his own Dharma.

However, even Master Kuzen has only comprehended the 413 hands, and no one has yet been able to comprehend the 500 hands, let alone the thousand hands.

There is a small courtyard to the east of the Thousand-Hand Buddha Statue, where a monk in rough robes without cassocks lives all year round. If it weren’t for his bald head and six-dot mole, no one would have thought that this was actually a monk. This monk in rough robes is not only in Qianju

Drinking wine and eating meat under the Buddha statue. What's even more outrageous is that he also has a daughter-in-law. Yes, she is the woman who was seen by the pilgrims!

The most puzzling thing is that this kind of monk with a lot of bad records also has a disciple who is loved by everyone and is considered by Faxiang Temple to be the most likely to reach the height of the Kuchan Master.

This monk in rough clothes once traveled westward thousands of miles away to seek the origin of Buddhism, just to understand the most difficult way of self-meditation among the Thousand-Hand Buddha Statues. He traveled for seventeen years, and finally brought back a wife. If not

When the abbot saw that he had understood the Tao of Zen, he was afraid that no matter what he said, he would not let this drunkard monk enter the mountain gate.

Fortunately, the monk in rough clothes only preaches scriptures on weekdays and does not make enemies with others. Moreover, his Zen method is unique in Faxiang Temple, so he also has a good reputation in the temple.

After the monk in rough clothes returned to the monastery, his dharma title was banned. He usually uses his real name, Shen Guixin. Of course, because of his rough clothes, he is still called Master in rough clothes by the young monks, but the old abbot still calls him by his dharma name - Jue. bright.

Today, a sutra chanting meeting was held in the main hall. The old host personally lectured on sutras. All the monks in Faxiang Temple went to listen to the sutras. Only two people did not go. One was Master Shen Guixin in rough clothes, and the other was a young but talented man. The disciple who is well-read is called Jingshan.

It was a sunny day, and there was no sand or gravel in the wind. The young monk was sitting by the well in the courtyard, washing the clothes of his master and his wife. The master, whether intentionally or not, actually threw all the women's underwear into the basin. The little monk didn't understand what he was saying. He picked up the azure blue bellyband embroidered with lotus leaves and lotus flowers, and held it in the air. The sunlight filtered through the lotus leaves and reflected on the little monk's face. The little monk murmured, "There is a great way in it."

Before he could finish speaking, a pair of pantyhose was thrown over, which the master's wife had just changed. The young monk sighed helplessly. The master's wife had been very diligent in changing clothes these days.

It seems that the reason is that the master drank too much when he came back from the mountain one day, and he accidentally said that the clothes of the women at the mountain were as clean as new every day, and they looked particularly good-looking.

When the young monk heard this, he hurriedly ran out of the yard. Last time, he stood aside blankly and was blamed by the master's wife for innocently kneeling with the master all night. This time, the young monk ran away early.

When he returned to the courtyard the next day, his master had already sobered up. When he asked, there was nothing serious, but the right side of his face hurt. The young monk came over to take a look and couldn't help but laugh. Even the slap mark was just a scratch. It didn't go away at night either.

"Master Wife, these are all clean, do you still need to wash them?" The young monk picked up Master Wife's pantyhose and said helplessly.

"Whenever it's clean, just wash it if I ask you to. Why are there so many words?" A woman's shrill voice came from inside. The little monk had no choice but to rub his clothes.

After a while, a plump woman wearing a bright red coat walked out of the room. It must be said that the woman was somewhat pretty, but it was in this state that the young monk was a little surprised.

When he accompanied his master down the mountain, the women he saw were as beautiful as gods after putting on makeup, and his wife's face was red and purple, just like the ghost temple in the Buddhist scriptures, the kind that only eats young monks.

After the woman came out, she walked up to the young monk, raised the corners of her mouth, blinked her eyes, put her right hand on the young monk's shoulder, and the pungent smell of gouache hit her face, "Xiao Jingshan, is Master beautiful?"

"Okay..." Before the word could be said, the little monk was sneeze due to the smell of gouache.

The woman rolled her eyes at the young monk, sat down on the chair next to her, and complained while eating melon seeds, "You are just like your master, you have no taste; Xiaojingshan, what do you think is so good about that woman at the foot of the mountain? He is a man with thin arms and legs, so skinny that he feels like he is about to fall apart when touched. I don’t know what your master is interested in.

If this were in Xiangzhou, those women would be a waste of food even if they were given to their husband's family. I think back then, the master's wife was also a beautiful girl from all over the country, and the matchmakers would line up for ten miles to seek marriage. I don't know what it was like at that time. Look You fell in love with this stinky bald guy like your master, hey..."
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