Knowing that his master was dead, the little novice cried very sadly and couldn't bear to look at him. He was not like a monk at all.
But Chen Pingan looked at the little bald man who was crying loudly and shook the old monk's arm vigorously, as if he wanted to wake the master from his sleep. Chen Pingan felt that this was only human nature.
Later, when I learned that after my master passed away, he actually burned the relics mentioned in Buddhist scriptures, the young novice laughed again, thinking that the master's Dharma was probably quite powerful. The young novice still didn't look like a monk.
Chen Ping'an has been helping the temple take care of the old monk's funeral affairs. He has been busy and privately told the new abbot of Xinxiang Temple about the old monk's thoughts and the relics. Don't rush to publicize it to the public, lest at this moment,
It aroused criticism from the public for nothing, and may even arouse speculation from the government. The new abbot had no objection to this, and bowed his head and clasped his hands to Chen Pingan to express his gratitude.
After that, Chen Pingan no longer went to Xinxiang Temple to meditate, but he told the new abbot that if Xinxiang Temple had any difficulties, he could go to his residence and let him know, and he, Chen Pingan, could help as much as he could.
The middle-aged monk recited the Buddha's name, and after Chen Ping'an left, he went to the Buddhist niche in the main hall, silently lit an ever-bright lamp for this kind-hearted benefactor, and called for the young novice monk, asking him to always look after the lotus lamp.
The little novice nodded and agreed. Seeing that the little guy agreed quickly, the monk knew that he would be lazy. He tapped the little bald head with his finger and taught him a lesson: "Muyu, please take this matter seriously."
The novice monk said again with a grimace. It's hard to say whether he remembered the matter, but in short, he already knows the consequences of not having a long memory.
When the abbot left the hall, the little novice monk sighed. He was so kind before, but now that he has become the abbot, he is as unkind as his master. Even if he can be the abbot in the future, he should not become the abbot, otherwise he will definitely hurt his heart...
Huh? I am the youngest disciple of my master. Where did I come from? There will be no more junior disciples in the future. What a disadvantage! Thinking of this, the little novice monk turned around, ran out of the hall quickly, caught up with the abbot, and asked the senior brother diligently when he would accept the disciples.
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The abbot monk knew about the little novice monk's little thoughts, and he couldn't laugh or cry, so he tried to use the little novice monk's head as a wooden fish. Originally, his dharma name was called wooden fish.
The little novice monk sighed, turned around and ran away.
Chen Ping'an, who was in a peaceful state of mind, was surprised that he still did not pick up "Shaking Mountain Boxing Book" and "Sword Art Classic" again, but continued to wander around the capital, this time carrying a small cotton bag wrapped in cotton, slowly walking
As for that, just drink wine and eat dry biscuits, and have no fixed place to live. Just find a quiet place to deal with it. It can be in the shade of a tree, on a roof, or next to a small bridge and flowing water.
Those high vermilion walls, the greenery peeking out from the high walls, the sound of swings and laughter inside the walls.
There are scholars and literati with high academic qualifications, drinking wine in the water, writing poems in the prosperous times, and exporting poems with great success.
At that time, there was a man dressed in white who was sitting silently on a branch drinking wine.
There is a restaurant near the water, full of guests, all of whom are young talents from the capital city of Nanyuan. They give advice on the country and comment on current affairs. It is natural for scholars to govern the country. Chen Ping'an sat on the roof of the restaurant and listened carefully to their discussions. He was full of passion and hated evil, but
Chen Ping'an felt that it was a bit difficult to implement their political policies, but it was also possible that these young elites were drunk and did not elaborate on them.
Two groups of gangsters made an appointment to fight, each with thirty or forty people. Perhaps this was their world, and they were wandering the world. Chen Pingan squatted on a dilapidated low wall in the distance and found an "old man" who was in his twenties.
"Jianghu" has slick moves, while young men under the age of twenty are unscrupulous and ruthless in their attacks. Afterwards, their noses are bruised and swollen, and their faces are stained with blood. They hang hands with brothers in trouble, and they are already looking forward to the next grievances in the rivers and lakes.
The leader of one group, who was a little older, almost thirty years old, ordered them to go to a wine shop to drink, and then killed them in a mighty manner. The pretty wine-selling woman was his daughter-in-law, and when he saw this familiar group of people, he
She had no choice but to smile and entertain her man's brother with drinks and food. Looking at the man who was surrounded by people and talking loudly in the middle, the woman's eyebrows felt sad that it was not easy to make a living, but her eyes were bright with admiration.
She looked at her man, and the tall young man who was the most powerful and the most daring to kill under her man looked at her secretly.
Chen Ping'an sat at the farthest place from them, ordered two jugs of wine, poured one into the sword-raising gourd, and drank the other immediately.
The young woman gritted her teeth and quoted a higher price for two jugs of wine, and asked the young man for thirty cents more. Fortunately, the man didn't seem to know the market conditions and paid for it without hesitation. The woman felt a little guilty and asked for more money.
She brought him two plates of food she had made to go with the wine, and the man stood up and thanked her with a smile.
The woman blushed and quickly twisted her waist and turned around, not daring to look at that handsome and clean face again.
At the crowded wine table over there, a man in his late thirties, drunkenly, said that one day the brothers would have a real territory in the capital, and everyone would drink and eat meat, and there would be people hanging around their waists.
There is no need to be afraid, gentlemen, who are in charge of the Knife’s squad. When the time comes, they will definitely be eager to call us brothers. In the future, we will ask for a few Spring Festival couplets and blessing words from that Ma Xiucai who looks down on us. Let’s see if he dares not to do so at that time.
Dare to look askance at people, do you have the guts to say no...
The man was tongue-tied, and the bystanders were excited, cheering loudly, and spitting everywhere.
Especially the fresh-blooded young people. After drinking and vomiting, they returned to the table. With their drunken eyes and hazy eyes, they could vaguely see brothers all around them. They just felt that life was so alive, so happy, so happy!
Chen Pingan quietly left the street restaurant.
After walking far away, I couldn't help but look back, as if I saw myself back then. Liu Xianyang and Gu Can, the slug, were also sitting there. The apprentice of Long Kiln, who was as dark as coal at that time, should be able to
Feeling sorry for the drink money, Liu Xianyang must have started to feel sad after finishing his eloquent words, complaining about why Zhigui didn't like him. Gu Can, who has been very precocious since he was a child, would probably gnash his teeth and imitate the emphasis of people in the world, saying that he wants revenge.
, you should be happy with your grudges and leave the rest alone.
Chen Pingan withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.
A sharp-eyed young man joked: "That pretty boy just stopped and looked at us for a long time. Could it be that he has fallen in love with our sister-in-law?"
The drunken man slapped the table and said, "I'll chop him to death for the courage of this bitch! Believe it or not, even if I die tomorrow, your sister-in-law will remain a widow for the rest of her life and won't marry anyone! Even the emperor won't marry.
!A pretty boy with thin skin and tender flesh is nothing, but carrying a sword is a big deal..."
As he spoke, he banged his head on the wine table and became completely drunk.
The young woman lowered her head to wipe the wine table, quietly pursed her lips, and smiled for no apparent reason.
The tall young man whose eyes often glanced at the graceful figure of the woman also lowered his head at this time, a little panicked and resentful. The young man took a sip of wine, but it was tasteless.
There was a haggard woman in the market who, for some reason, spanked a naughty child when she caught him. The child was howling, but she was actually winking at her little friends not far away. The woman in shabby clothes was spanking her.
I cried aloud, and the child was stunned for a moment, and then he really started crying.
After a torrential rain, the capital city finally saw the warm sun again. A group of well-dressed and well-educated people rode on the street, whipping their horses and causing mud to fly. An old woman's stall on the side of the road had no time to evacuate.
There were some knitted items of rough workmanship on display, but they were accidentally splashed with mud. His face suddenly turned pale. At the end of the ride, he saw a young woman with arrogant features. Seeing this scene, she moved forward without stopping, but she lost a money bag.
On the stall, just because she was not very proficient in riding skills, she was too focused on throwing the heavy money bag accurately, so she accidentally fell off the horse and rolled around. After getting up, she was originally
The beautiful face and expensive clothes cannot be seen.
The woman staggered towards the stopped horse, climbed onto the horse's back with some difficulty, and whipped away.
Covered in mud, she raised her head high, and out of the corner of her eye she spotted a swordsman in a snow-white robe standing on the street looking at her. She couldn't help but turn her head.
The man raised his arm towards her and gave her a thumbs up.
The woman rolled her eyes and didn't take it to heart.
Chen Ping'an just walked around like this, watching a lot of people's affairs and all kinds of things in the market.
The scandal in Baihe Temple only lasted for less than ten days, and it quickly came to an end. The court had already concluded the verdict. There were almost no monks left in Baihe Temple. Except for the few culprits who had been executed, all the culprits were imprisoned.
, expulsion, expulsion, all properties of Baihe Temple will be confiscated. As for who will accept this hot potato, some say it is the eminent monks from the other three major temples in the capital, and some say it is the abbots of several famous local temples.
Apparently there are experts in the Nanyuan Kingdom who are advising His Majesty the Emperor. The Baihe Temple scandal was cut off in a way and quickly subsided into silence, because the attention of the government and the public was quickly transferred to another grand event. The whole world
One of the great masters, Yu Zhenyi, the head of the Hushan Sect, went into seclusion for ten years and successfully broke through. He held a martial arts conference and summoned the heroes to discuss the encirclement and suppression of the three sects of the Demon Sect.
At that time, Zhong Qiu, the national master of Nanyuan Kingdom, Tong Qingqing of Jingxinzhai, who is known as "the best in the world", and Lu Fang, the master of Bird's Eye Peak who is said to be able to cultivate his sword spirit in the mountains, fog and sea of ​​clouds, will all appear, and the four great masters will gather together.
In Guniu Mountain, which is adjacent to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, this is a great scene that has not been seen in the world for a century.
These four people are all martial arts leaders in their respective countries. Stamping their feet can cause a country to stir up troubles, especially between Zhongqiu, the national teacher of the Nanyuan Kingdom, and Yu Zhenyi, the Songlai Kingdom. The grudges have been entangled for a long time.
, the two were born in the Songlai Kingdom, and had been neighbors since childhood. They were a pair of life-and-death brothers. By chance, they began to travel together in the world, and each had their own adventures. They became the most eye-catching pair of martial arts geniuses in the world at that time. In the end, for some unknown reason,
, but turned against each other. In a life-and-death battle with only four or five people watching, both of them were seriously injured. Only then did Zhong Qiu come to Nanyuan Kingdom. After that, the two never interacted with each other until death, and they never talked about friendship.
Talk about grudges.
In the dusk, Chen Pingan returned to the house near Zhuangyuan Lane. Before that, there were still a bunch of people playing chess on the corner of the street. The grandfather and grandson were watching others playing chess. When they saw Chen Pingan, the child's face turned white and he hurriedly
He got up and called Chen Pingan to watch the chess. After Chen Pingan came closer, they watched the chess together for a while. The child said he would go home beforehand and ran away. Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment. He was not interested in watching chess and stood for a while.
After hearing the fragrance, he slowly walked back to the house.
After opening the door and entering the house, in the opposite room, the child stepped on the small bench and looked at Chen Pingan through the window. The child breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Pingan closed the door, took off his baggage and put it on the bed. Xiao Lian immediately jumped out of the ground, babbling and pointing, as if he was very angry.
Chen Ping'an glanced at the stack of books on the table. There were obviously more subtle wrinkles than when he left the house. He knew it in his heart. He squatted down and spread his palms, letting the little thing come to his palms, and then stood up.
Sitting at the table, Little Lotus jumped onto the table, a little thing that did not stir up dust, jumped lightly onto the mountain of books, knelt on the title page of a saint's book, and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles with her little arms.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, the book is for others to read. I have already returned it, so there is no need to be angry."
The little guy who was working hard over there turned his head and blinked his eyes, a little confused.
Chen Pingan rubbed its little head, took out the bamboo slips and carving knife, and placed them gently on the table.
In this night, Chen Pingan quietly went to Baihe Temple. He had burned incense here before. Chen Pingan was no stranger. There was a very strange hall in Baihe Temple. It enshrined three Buddha statues, some with angry eyes and some with low expressions.
There is also a Buddha statue in the middle, which is actually sitting upside down. For thousands of years, no matter how the incense is used, the Buddha statue has always turned its back to the gate and pilgrims.
Baihe Temple has been in a state of depression recently. It is deserted during the day and even more lonely at night. Coupled with the terrible rumors spread by false rumors, the statue of the Bodhisattva and Heavenly King, which used to be so majestic in appearance, has become gloomy and ferocious no matter how you look at it. A few days ago,
To be continued...