Chapter 692 The water has not yet fallen and the stone has not come out
Before Pei Qian left the Mural City and asked Quan Xue River God.
At the ruins of the Immortal Mansion in the mural city scroll, the patriarch Yan Su asked his only direct disciple Pang Lanxi to continue practicing swordsmanship. If he wanted to take a break, it was okay. Yan Su opened the landscape restriction, returned to the Muyi Mountain Patriarch Hall, and then Royal
Feng came to the Hanging Sword Pavilion halfway up the mountain and paid a visit to the Patriarch Nalan who came from the Pima Sect of the Middle Kingdom. Although Patriarch Nalan looked approachable, as the Patriarch of the Sect, he was extremely strict and had once personally
Disposed of the lives of two monks in the upper five realms.
An ancestor from the Shangzong, who was very old and senior, was the younger brother of the Sect Master. The ancestor did not send a message with his sword in advance, nor did he go directly to the Ancestral Hall on the top of the mountain. Of course, Yan Su was a little bit
On tenterhooks.
The lush green Muyi Mountain is surrounded by white clouds all year round, like a white jade belt wrapped around the waist of an immortal in blue.
When Yan Su arrived outside the Hanging Sword Pavilion, the Patriarch Nalan was having a drink with Wei Yusong. The old man was drunk, laughing endlessly, reaching out randomly and smashing the white clouds outside the pavilion.
Yan Su breathed a sigh of relief. Patriarch Nalan became easier to talk to after drinking wine. Wei Yusong had made a great contribution.
[Ling Ling.] The young man and woman carrying swords took the initiative to salute Yan Su, and Yan Su's eyelids trembled slightly and his heart tightened.
I have admired my name for a long time, the man's name is fulfilled, the woman's name is my heart, and I have a pair of Taoist couples, both of whom are in the Nascent Soul Realm. Although they have not yet reached the upper five realms, they are destined to be the future masters of the Wuchang Department of the Shangzong Patriarch Hall.
The world is impermanent, except for some heretics, they all come from the Pima Sect.
Patriarch Nalan did not travel across continents with his direct descendants, but brought these two difficult people to visit the sect. This is a reminder in itself.
After Wei Yusong sat down at Yan Su's seat, he said bluntly: "The Patriarch Nalan came to investigate and feel that we are too involved with the Song family of Dali."
The woman named Cheng Xin took out a book from her sleeve, handed it to Yan Su, and said with a smile: "Yan Zhanglu will read this book first."
Yan Su didn't know what was going on. He could tell the quality of the book as soon as he got it. It was not an immortal scroll at all. Wei Yusong had a sad look on his face, and Yan Su started to flip through the book.
Patriarch Nalan continued to invite Wei Yusong, a junior from the sect, to drink together. The old monk almost bought a celadon brush washer with the Immortal Riding on the Cha in the Mural City. The price was not in line with the etiquette rules, and it was just a rare poem that has not been recorded, "
I took a chariot to receive the gods and immortals, and I once went to the three stars."
The old monk was very happy when he saw it, because he knew the goods well and had a good eye for him. It was not that the celadon brush washer was a good fairy artifact or a great magic weapon. It was only worth two or three small coins, but the old monk was willing to spend one.
Guyu bought it with money. Because this poem is not widely circulated in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, the old monk happened to know it. Not only did he know it, he wrote the poem after seeing it with his own eyes and writing it with his own ears.
The gods on the top of the mountain who are friends with the Patriarch Nalan in China-earth Divine Continent all know that the old man is good at poetry. In addition to Qingci and Immortal Poetry, he also likes a kind of ghost poem, a kind of elegant conversation similar to that of Hanlin ghost. He has written many poems.
It is the pavilion style, and one is the old ghost of the previous dynasty who likes to write poems involving ancient people in books and the masters of poetry and prose in the past dynasties. As long as the old man sees and hears something, he will record it in the book one by one.
But Patriarch Nalan felt that the most interesting thing about this poem was not the content of the poem, but the title of the poem, which was extremely long and even had more words than the content.
Traveling in the Milky Way with the young boy Tianjun in a boat, waking up from drunkenness and dreaming, and writing this poem whenever the mood strikes."
When the old man was just a boy, he once went on a long trip down the mountain with his master. Then in a turbulent secular dynasty, he met a down-and-out scholar named "Bai Ye". The master invited him to drink, and the scholar used this poem as money for the drink.
At that time, after hearing the extremely long name, the young man thought that it would be a long poem with hundreds of words. He never thought that together with the words "I took a carriage to welcome the gods and immortals, I went to the three-star constellation", the total was only twenty-eight.
Then the young man couldn't help but ask, "Is it gone?" But the scholar had already laughed and went out.
Patriarch Nalan put down his wine bottle and asked, "Have you finished reading?"
Yan Su's face turned livid and he said in a deep voice, "Master Nalan, did you also believe the contents of this book?"
Patriarch Nalan sneered.
Wei Yusong said: "The Patriarch Nalan wanted to confirm one thing. How could this kind of book gradually spread in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, so that it was readily available on cross-continental ferries. What is written in the book can be important or important.
It’s not important, but who exactly wrote this book, why did we, the Pima Sect, get involved with Chen Pingan, who is written in the book, are the only things that Patriarch Nalan wants to know.”
Patriarch Nalan smashed the white clouds in the mountains into pieces, while Yan Su smashed the books in his hands into pieces and threw them outside the hanging sword pavilion. Yan Su's palm skills were okay, but he was not good at arguing with others.
So I had to feel extremely aggrieved and asked Wei Yusong for a bottle of wine.
Patriarch Nalan said slowly: "Zhu Quan is too simple and thinks about things simply. Wei Yusong thinks too much about making money and wants to change the situation of Pima Sect being stretched thin. He is someone who can't get out of his money-making eyes. Yan
"Sure, you two ancestors of the Pi Ma Sect, you just fight and scold others and don't care about anything. I don't feel at ease if I don't come here personally and see with my own eyes."
Yan Su took a deep sip of his drink and said in a low voice: "Grandmaster Nalan didn't just come to the Skeleton Beach to take a look. Anyway, if the Shangzong side is angry about this, they must find a scapegoat. It's very simple. This matter
I, Yan Sulai, am responsible for this alone and have nothing to do with Zhu Quan and Wei Yusong."
Patriarch Nalan said: "Before I came, the Shangzong side had made a conclusion. No matter what, we would cut off this deal with the Song family of Piyun Mountain and Dali. As for why I came, of course it was the Shangzong Patriarch Hall.
I am more angry. You should know very well that whether it is the Pima Sect or the Zhongtu Sect, let’s not talk about the truth. I will only say that for people like this in the book, they are full of ingenuity, blindly rely on fate, and pretend to cultivate their minds, but in fact they are just
Knowing the power of cultivation, I have always been reluctant to give up on the road of cultivation. I have always hated it the most. I would rather believe that it exists than believe that it does not exist. Moreover, this book spreads very quickly. The Shangzong is not willing to let the whole house be covered with flowers for some immortal money.
Ma Zong fell into a cesspool."
Patriarch Nalan said to Yan Su: "Zhu Quan is still the leader of a sect no matter how little he does. To put it bluntly, why do you want to take the blame, Yan Su? Besides, with Xiao Quan'er's temperament, it's not your turn to be such a good person.
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Yan Su whispered in a low voice: "It's not like Patriarch Nalan is blind to his ancestors. We have a cross-continental ferry at home, so we can walk a few more steps..."
Having said this, Yan Su was speechless. When he went to Luoluo Mountain in Aquarius Continent, could he see that boy Chen? Patriarch Nalan couldn't see him at all.
Wei Yusong said: "In order to protect the reputation and fear of being infamy, it is not what I, a monk from the Pi Ma Sect, did. Patriarch Nalan, I still mean that. Since the upper sect has an order, the lower sect should obey it, and all business with Luopo Mountain can be cut off."
But from today on, I, Wei Yusong, will move the chairs out of the Pima Sect's ancestral hall, no longer care about money and finances, go to Qinglu Town, follow the Zhu Sect Master, and deal with white-skeletal people together. It is easier to get along with ghosts and monsters.
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Yan Su said angrily: "I have been a teacher for a long time, and I can do whatever the sect should do, but I cannot harm my own disciples. I have lost my moral principles! I am just a monk from the Pi Ma Sect, and I go to Luo Po Mountain to offer whatever I want.
Burn incense and worship the statue in Luolu Mountain Patriarch Hall!"
Patriarch Nalan smiled and said, "Hey, are you trying to scare me one by one? Did you invite me to drink before? Isn't it a toast or a penalty?"
Wei Yusong shook his head and said, "I don't dare."
Yan Su threw the wine bottle, "What can I do if I scare an old and dim-sighted guy?!"
Patriarch Nalan did not have the same experience as Yan Su, so he stood up with a smile, "Go to the Pima Sect Patriarch Hall, and remember to call Zhu Quan back."
Wei Yusong glared fiercely at Yan Su, who was so angry.
On the way to the Ancestral Hall at the top of Muyi Mountain, Wei Yusong was obviously not willing to give up, and said to Patriarch Nalan: "The landscape formation of our Pi Ma Sect is what it is today, in fact, it is also thanks to Luo Lo Mountain, Guixi Valley has already
It’s been ten years of stability.”
Patriarch Nalan smiled and said, "My ancestors mentioned this matter a long time ago. Was it because my eyes were dim and my memory was no longer good?"
Wei Yusong gave up completely and stopped trying to persuade him.
After Zhu Quan was called back to the ancestral hall, he only said one sentence, "You are not such a bully. I should no longer be the master of this bad sect."
Patriarch Nalan neither nodded nor refuted, he just asked, "Do you still know that you are a sect leader?"
Zhu Quan was speechless.
Yan Su was a little anxious, he was already motivated enough, Zhu Quan, don't do whatever you want.
Grand Patriarch Nalan is really a scumbag. If he says that he should not be the sect leader, he can think about it first and meditate behind closed doors in the ancestral hall for a few days. At that time, he still decides to resign from the position of sect leader.
Just say hello to everyone. When the time comes for you, Zhu Quan, to leave the Patriarch Hall, just go to Qinglu Town in Guixi Valley. Anyway, whether the Pima Sect has a sect leader or not, it’s almost the same. You don’t need to say hello to him. After Feijian sent a letter to the sect, it will be very soon.
We can soon change to someone who can be the leader of the sect. Although the Pima Sect is a lower sect, it is still the leader of a sect in this vast world. There are a lot of old guys from the ancestral hall of the upper sect who are willing to come to Beiju Luzhou.
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After that, Zhu Quan stayed in the Patriarch's Hall. Anyway, Yan Su would go there every once in a while carrying wine. It was not easy to drink in the Patriarch's Hall, so the two of them drank at the gate. Zhu Quan turned around to the gate from time to time.
He raised the jug of wine inside to quench the thirst of the ancestors who could no longer drink wine on the hanging statues.
When the young woman shopkeeper saw Pang Lanxi at the shop in the mural city, she smiled sweetly.
There were no customers in the shop, so Pang Lanxi lay on the counter, complaining endlessly, complaining that the swordsmanship taught by his master was too difficult and too difficult to learn.
She then told Pei Qian and a friend named Li Huai that they had come to the shop earlier. When they saw that you were not there, they said they would come see you when they got home.
Pang Lanxi held back her laughter and said, "Isn't that Pei Qian weird?"
The young woman shook her head, "No, she knows etiquette very well."
But she suddenly sighed. The girl's eyes seemed to be able to speak. Then she seemed to understand the words in Pei Qian's eyes.
Taking advantage of the opportunity that Pang Lanxi was by her side, she pursed her lips and made up her mind that it was time to talk to him about what was on her mind. She mustered up the courage to say, "Lan Xi, what I thought before was...
Over the years, I have saved some fairy money in the shop. I can still afford a box of those fairy elixirs from Chunlu Pu that can help women regain their appearance. They will age slower and gray hair will grow slower.
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When Pang Lanxi was about to speak, she shook her head and said, "Let me finish first. I used to just think this way, to strive for a long life, but by then it would become ugly and I would become an old white-haired old woman. You
If I change my mind, I won’t blame you. But I don’t want to do this now. It just so happens that the land lady here in Mural City said that she has always wanted to take off her burden and go out to see, and I have a chance to inherit her identity.
However, the Earthly Empress told me bluntly that to become a deity here, even though my rank is not high and I am just a landlady, I do not have immortal roots and immortality. The so-called first chance is to rely on the blessings of the old gods in Muyi Mountain, so I
I just want to ask you, will it be difficult for you to do this?"
Pang Lanxi nodded, with gentle eyes and a firm tone, just one word, "Okay!"
The young woman breathed a sigh of relief, but was unavoidably a little uneasy. After all, the landlady said that it was really scary to see her body being shattered and her soul tormented.
A slim and pretty girl "broke out of the ground" from the ground outside the shop, and she was the earthly mother-in-law of Muyi Mountain.
She looked solemn, "One of you really dares to promise me, and the other really dares to promise her. There is a lot of danger in this. I can say yes. Although your Pi Ma Sect is proficient in soul, accidents are inevitable. If you really want me to say
, it would be better for her to go to the Yaohe River and become a goddess in name only. Even if she is actually a female ghost whose soul is imprisoned and is not a god, it is much more stable than taking risks and becoming a piece of land. Then Mr. Xue
Zhouzi, you are under the patronage of Pima Sect again, so I won’t deny you Pang Lanxi’s face.”
Pang Lanxi thought for a while, "Anyway, this matter is not urgent. I will ask Chen Pingan later. He is the most considerate."
Having said this, Pang Lanxi tugged on his collar, "I am the registered worshiper of Luopo Mountain, how can he not do this little favor?"
The young woman smiled and nodded, stretched out her fingers and gently hooked Pang Lanxi's hand. Pang Lanxi held her delicate hand with his backhand.
The girl tutted her tongue and said: "It smells bad, it tastes really bad. Why don't you just close the shop and do some mischief? I don't know how to peek or eavesdrop."
The old patriarch of the Shangzong, who was unkind and had already incurred the wrath of the Pima Sect, did not have the wisdom to leave Muyi Mountain. Instead, he took the young couple from the Wuchang Department of the Shangzong and stayed there. It was rare to go out.
When you go there, you should always visit more. If you have something to do, just send a message with Feijian. In fact, Patriarch Nalan really wants to go to the Fuji Sect in Tongyezhou. The Fuji technique there is excellent.
However, the old master is not idle either. He looks at the mirror flowers and the moon every day, mainly to understand the current situation on the mountains of Nanbosu Island and Fuyao Island, or to use his magical power to observe mountains and rivers, to take a look at the swaying river, or to read out the stories he compiled.
For the collection of poems, I took some white clouds from outside the sword-hanging pavilion halfway up the mountain, condensed them into a book table, and placed a large stack of poems on them. Then I picked up a moon in the water from the swaying river and hung it next to the book table as a light.
The immortal masters on the mountain are a mixed bag, and although there are some who play in the world like old villagers, they have a great flavor. But most of them are like Patriarch Nalan, unstained by the world of mortals, and with the spirit of immortality.
But in fact, the old monk was born in the city, not a son of a wealthy family, and he was not a fairy born in the mountains. He had just been practicing in the mountains since he was a child.
One night the old monk closed a book of poems.
I remember that when I first went out to travel, Master arrived at the gate of the mountain and said, "Go into the mountain."
The young man was puzzled and asked why he didn't go down the mountain.
Master didn't explain anything.
It was only later, not when I was a teenager for too many years, that I understood the profound meaning of Master. It turned out that the road to mountain climbing is not easy to walk. There are many dangerous mountains in the human heart. Entering this mountain will make it even more difficult for people to walk.
The old man sighed and opened the only book of poems, the Landscape Travel Notes, and continued to read the opening few thousand words. As for the following content, there were some adventures and good fortunes, the young man who was both learning boxing and reading, the goddess, and the poems of erotic ghosts.
Singing harmony, we and I, sworn to each other, a few punches in the arena is a chivalrous act, leaving a mess and turning a blind eye, no longer taking care of it, after becoming famous in the arena again and again, the only thing to do is whip famous horses and drink alcohol in the sunset
Go singing and travel far away, what a smoky thing, it is simply unbearable to look at.
The old man continued to read and asked the young man and woman on the side: "My wish is fulfilled. How do you think what is written in the book is true or false?"
The woman shook her head and said: "If I only read this book, even if it is only one or two points true, when I meet this person in the future, I will definitely take a detour and keep a respectful distance from him. On the contrary, there is no need to be wary of Gu Chan."
The man said: "After I went on a long trip, I always used lectures to criticize others and never asked myself about myself. It was a waste of the simple words at the beginning of the travel note."
Having said this, the man glanced at the Taoist monks beside him and said cautiously: "If you only read the opening text, the young man is in a very difficult situation. I sincerely hope that this young man will be able to prosper and prosper, and all the hardships will be rewarded."
The woman smiled and said: "The red sleeves in the study add fragrance, and the rivers and lakes are surrounded by red and green. What true-hearted man would not envy her."
The man smiled bitterly, knowing that there were some things he couldn't say.
On this day, the old monk stared at the scroll of mountains and rivers on Baiyun's desk. As if by accident, he stretched out his hand and pushed the scroll outside the desk so that the couple of immortals and Taoists could watch the various scenes in the market. The two young Nascent Souls from the Wuchang Department,
He is the proud son of the Tushang Sect in the Pima Sect. Both of them were born as immortals on the mountain, and their parents are Taoist monks. It was a big happy event that they agreed to become Taoist couples. The old monk said to
These two juniors from the Impermanence Department still have high hopes. The only shortcoming is that they are inherently deficient in fulfilling their wishes and gratifications. After all, they don't know much about the bottom of the market and their ideas are too shallow.
On the scroll, it turned out that the little girl and the young scholar went to the River God Temple to burn incense.
The old monk stroked his beard and smiled, "I'm reluctant to buy the temple water and incense. It's not quite like her master's demeanor written in the book. But that's right. The little girl has a lot of experience in the world, is experienced in life, and is extremely smart.
Yes. My wish came true. If you were in the same situation as this little girl, you two would probably have to help count the money after she sold her. It would be quite fun."
After burning incense in Pei Qian and visiting the River God Temple, there was then the shocking Quan Wen swaying river Xue Yuansheng, but in the end it was not a big deal.
Xue Yuansheng, an old boatman, personally helped the two of them cross the river, so it was probably a fight without acquaintance.
As for the young man who stole from the River God Temple, the strong young man with broken wrists was beaten so hard that the young man hugged his head and rolled on the ground, begging with snot and tears, and finally he was covered in blood.
In addition, the dust is sticky and it is very disgusting. After the gang of men left, I asked the young man to be diligent and steal fifty taels of silver within a month, which he would treat as money to buy medicine. Otherwise, the old and new accounts would be settled together.
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The young man staggered, walked alone through a clump of reeds, and went to the swaying river. He took off his coat and washed it, grinning, and finally headed to the Mural City with a bruised nose and face. It was about six hundred miles away. The young man's clothes had already dried in the sun, but
There were still some bruises on his body, and there was a dull pain in his ribs, but his face, because he was well protected by the young man when he was rolling on the ground, could not easily see the injuries. Only the young man's hands were not harmed at all, because the man let him
When people beat him, they reminded him that after all, the talented young boy, as a cash cow in his gang, could steal with his bare hands without anyone noticing.
The boy returned to an alley outside the mural city. Outside a courtyard gate, it was still the same as before, with door gods, couplets, and the word spring at the top posted.
Since it was posted not long ago, it hasn't turned white or wrinkled yet.
The young man looked around and saw that there was no one around. Then he looked at the gap in the yellow mud courtyard wall next to the door god. When he saw that the two copper coins were still there, he relaxed and then laughed.
Copper coins are of course not valuable, but they are of great significance to this family.
This hidden place was nicknamed by him and his sister as "the innermost place of the door god".
He once found two coins by accident when he was playing with his sister when the family was about to be completely unable to survive.
Fairy money, two snow coins.
For so many years, the two pieces of snow have not been spent. First, I dare not, for fear of causing trouble, and my mother is unwilling to spend it. She said that the money of one piece of snow should be left to him as his daughter-in-law.
The other one is his sister's future dowry, how nice it is.
He later learned that if their mother had not suddenly obtained these two pieces of magic money, she suddenly became more motivated and would have rather endured the hardships and endured the humiliating and poor life day by day with her two children.
, she almost agreed to those ruthless creditors and became a boat girl, which is the kind of punting boat that the ferrymen can touch for a few copper coins. If they can't cross the river at night, they can park on the swaying riverside and light a lantern.
When a wild man sees the light, he can spend the night. When he gets older, he will go to a brothel to work as a prostitute. No matter what, if my mother really does this, the family will have more money, and he and his sister will live an easier life.
There are many, and my mother always talks about these without taboos, but of course the boy is not willing to do this. Every time his sister hears this, her face turns pale, and she secretly goes to the door alone, whispering in a low voice, thanking the door gods.
Thank you, so the custom of his family is that after a new door god is replaced every year, the old door god will not be thrown away. His mother will ask him and his sister to carefully invite a door god to the door, and then carefully pack it up and treasure it.
Inexplicably, where there were two extra snow coins, my mother replaced them with two copper coins.
The only thing the young man was dissatisfied with was that he failed to become a scholar. He really didn't think so, but the way his mother was disappointed and didn't say anything made him feel uncomfortable.
In his early years, he once stole a piece of snow money and wanted to exchange it for silver. First, he wanted to feed his sister who was hungry for a piece of cake, and then let his mother and sister live a prosperous life, but he was driven crazy.
His mother took him home, and it was the first time that her mother was willing to beat him to death. His sister, who was younger than him, was crying hard at the side, as if it hurt more than him.
From that day on, as the only male in the family, he vowed to make money! It wasn't until he became a teenager that he realized that if his mother hadn't stopped him, not only would the family of three not be able to live a good life, but they would only suffer disasters.
It is said that it is two pieces of snow money, even two pieces of Xiaoshu money, can be extorted by those rogue wanderers who have killed people and seen blood. They use various methods to extort them all. He and his mother can't protect them at all.
Those two fairy coins falling from the sky.
By the time the young man was able to secretly convert the snow money into silver by relying on his own ability and connections, the young man had already changed his mind and left both snow money to his sister. My sister must not let those beasts get their hands on it. She must marry in the future.
He is a good family. She and her mother must leave the Bone Beach. It is enough to have him here. With his own ability, he can definitely survive.
Today, the boy pushed open the door and saw that his sister, who lived in the same house as his mother, was cutting window grilles. She was very handy and could learn many exquisite window grilles at a glance. Although she could not make a lot of money or have enough to eat by doing this, in the end
It is possible to make money.
The girl stood up in surprise and said: "Brother, why are you here? I'm going to call mother home and cook you a delicious meal?"
The boy picked a small bench and sat next to the girl. He shook his head with a smile and said softly: "No, you don't know how good I am in life? Our mother's cooking skills are all in the family when there is no money or oil or water. If the family has money, it is all
Damn, I really can’t eat it. But I came in a hurry this time, so I couldn’t bring you any gifts.”
The girl smiled, her clean and beautiful eyes narrowed into crescent moons, "No, no, no."
The young man grinned, stretched his hand to his head, held out his fist, and slowly spread it out. It was a piece of broken silver, "Take it."
The girl was hesitant to speak, but she still accepted the piece of silver, which was worth seven or eight cents.
The young man sat on the bench, leaning forward, holding his chin in his hands, looking at the two doorkeepers who opened the door and faced the inside of the room.
In fact, this precocious young man no longer believes that he is any kind of sect spirit. Some of his own guesses are that he is most likely the young ranger wearing a bamboo hat.
But my mother and sister were always convinced that the two snow coins were the appearance of the door god.
But whether it is or not, what does it matter?
After leaving the temple, the grandfather and grandson, whose money was almost stolen by the boy, got on the simple carriage hired in their hometown and returned to their hometown along the swaying river.
The child said he wanted to read a book, and the old man smiled and said that the road was bumpy and that reading like this would hurt his eyes. He would not read it until he got home.
The child chuckled, and stopped saying that when he got home. The old man touched the child's head, and the child suddenly said: "Earlier, in a house as big as the River God, there was a sister walking next to us. She pursed her lips and smiled.
It looks so beautiful."
The old man thought for a moment and remembered, "You mean the two people carrying the bamboo boxes?"
The child nodded vigorously, "Later, we walked faster and the sister walked slower. As soon as I turned my head to look at her, she would smile."
The old man smiled and said, "It's the scholar who is on a study tour."
The child asked: "Grandpa, is that bamboo a cane? I see that my sister and brother have no problem walking."
The old man couldn't help but laugh, and patiently explained: "That's not a crutch, it has a name, it's called a hiking stick. Scholars often need to climb mountains and ridges when traveling far away. Some people's families are not particularly wealthy, but they want to learn more.
I don’t have any servants or bookboys to follow me, so I have to carry my luggage across mountains and rivers by myself, so I need a hiking pole.”
The child smiled and said: "Ha, our family doesn't have much money. It seems that I will also need a hiking pole in the future."
The old man rubbed his grandson's head and said: "Reading thousands of books will cost a lot of money, and traveling thousands of miles will only require hardship. When my grandfather was young, he also traveled far away with his close friends, visiting those counties.
In the library of a rich and scholarly family, every day they borrow books, copy them, return them and borrow them again. Some scholar families don't care about anything, they are very enthusiastic and welcome us, the children from poor families, to copy books, and at most they tell us not to damage them.
Books are just there, and good food is served every day, but occasionally, there will be some servants who complain a little, for example, they light up the lamp to copy books every night, and they just joke about it, and the price of lamp oil has increased again.
Something like that. It’s nothing.”
The child yawned loudly.
The old man held the child in his arms. The child was a little sleepy. Once the fresh energy wore off and he walked a lot, he began to fall into a deep sleep. The old man murmured softly: "I am in my twenties, and I am hurriedly and noisily writing out the words on my pen, blocking all the people."
I can't stop it. After thirty, my talent is fading, so I can only stew it. As I get older, I never think about it. What I write is not what I wrote. It is just like inviting friends to the paper, saying hello and saying something.
It’s just a story.”
The coachman suddenly said: "He is carrying a book and sword again."
The old man in the carriage was surprised. The coachman should not have said such elegant words. He gently put down the child and opened the curtain.
The young coachman turned his head and asked, "Master, what is this?"
The old man smiled and asked: "Why is there the phrase 'carrying a book and a sword again'?"
The coachman was stunned and said, "What do you mean, sir?"
The old man was speechless, smiled and said it was nothing, and returned to the carriage, thinking it was just his imagination.
And that vulgar and illiterate coachman, for no reason, had the idea to go to Chen Lingjun?
The next moment, the coachman completely forgot about it.
On Muyi Mountain, when Pei Qian and Li Huai boarded the boat, Patriarch Nalan put away the scroll of mountains and rivers and fell into deep thought.
The man then wished to say: "We are of the same blood. If there is a teacher, there must be a disciple, and if there is a disciple, there must be a teacher."
The woman nodded when she was satisfied.
After a while, the old monk decided to take another look, so he used his magical power again. Hey, how come there was a little golden elixir realm fox beside the two children?
Then for some reason, the picture became blurry on its own.
The couple looked at each other in confusion.
Patriarch Nalan smiled and put away his magical power.
Over there is a tea stall by the swaying river.
The customers were vaguely prepared to close the shop.
The shopkeeper took out two feathers, one from the civil and military birds.
He said to the young man who was napping on the table: "Something has been done."
A young woman suddenly appeared and sat down, "I advise you not to do it."
In the night, Li Huai walked beside Pei Qian and whispered: "Pei Qian, can you teach me boxing?"
Pei Qian hesitated to speak and looked strange. During her long trip, she visited Lion Peak, where she was punched.
Pei Qian hesitated for a long time, then shook his head and said: "Learning boxing is too hard."
After a pause, Pei Qian added, "Besides, I don't know how to teach boxing."
On the contrary, Li Huai was a little happy and said with a smile: "I am very slow in learning everything. You can't teach boxing to be better. If I can't learn boxing, I won't be sad. You don't have to worry about misleading your disciples. Change it to Chen Ping'an."
, I won’t learn. With his temper, once he teaches boxing, I won’t be lazy even if I want to... Pei Qian, I’m just telling the truth, you can’t be angry.”
Pei Qian thought about it and said, "Didn't you see my master's two fist stakes earlier than me? It's not difficult to learn. You should be able to do it."
Li Huai said angrily: "I just randomly learned the 'Qianqiu' sleeping pile. In fact, I didn't even remember what Chen Ping'an said. I just thought I had learned it. The six-step walking pile and the sword furnace standing pile, I
Even more afraid to learn, for fear of being laughed at by Li Baoping and others."
Pei Qian shook his head and said: "I don't teach boxing. I don't know any boxing skills myself."
Li Huai said: "You know it! Didn't you just ask Xue Heshen about boxing?"
Pei Qian just didn't agree.
My boxing technique, where the punch lands.
Pei Qian raised his head and glanced at the sky.
And above the earth, there are the sounds of insects chirping all around.
Not far from the Baiyun Temple in Qingluan Kingdom, an old monk who traveled here rented a courtyard and cooked soup every day. It was obviously a vegetable pot, but it tasted like chicken soup.
So he got the nickname Chicken Soup Monk.
I don't interpret fortunes, I only read palms. I occasionally tell fortunes, and more often I help people solve their doubts. Every time I walk in, I have to give them one or two silver coins. If I'm not satisfied with the answers, I won't pay them back.
One day, a scholar came to my door and asked if he could obtain a meritorious degree.
The old monk looked at the scholar's palm and shook his head.
The scholar was furious and began to say that the imperial examination was misleading, and listed a lot of truths. Among them, how many top scholars in the world can write poems that will be famous throughout the ages?
The old monk held out his hand, and the scholar threw a piece of silver angrily.
The old monk got the money and felt safe. Then he smiled and said: "The imperial examination can be a mistake for others. I won't say it. It will delay you from becoming an official. It's true."
The scholar blushed and said, "You are not accurate in palm reading!"
The old monk smiled to himself and said: "Furthermore, you said that the number one scholar could not write a masterpiece that will last forever, as if you could. In general, how many number one scholars in history can be estimated. If you do this
There are too many failed scholars who are not good at craftsmanship to count. There are some failed scholars who are indeed good in talent and literary talent, but cannot be named in the gold medal list. It can only be said that it is due to their personality and inconsistent numerology. Not only will you fail the imperial examination, but in fact
If everything fails, it is still possible to live by relying on family resources."
The scholar waved his sleeves and left.
"Idiot."
The old monk shook his head and said, "Those who have great grievances must have suffered great sufferings before they can complain. Virtue is not worthy of it, and grievance is not worthy of suffering. Even that self-deprecating man cannot deserve it."
The scholar was putting on his boots at the door. When he heard this, he became more angry and turned around and said angrily: "The bald donkey is looking for a beating!"
"It's okay to hit people."
The old monk said: "You have to pay for medicine!"
The scholar hesitated for a while and then left. He told others that the old monk was a liar and that he should not waste his one tael of silver.
It is a pity that the old monk is now well-known in the capital of Qingluan Kingdom, and there is still an endless stream of people waiting to read his palm.
A sad-looking young man entered the house and asked if the marriage could be renewed.
The old monk looked at the palm and shook his head.
The man feels sorry for himself and talks about how heartless she is and how he has let down his infatuation. But I don’t blame her. I only hate myself for having no money and power. When it comes to sadness, a grown man,
He actually clenched his hands into fists and burst into tears.
The old monk nodded and said: "Okay, okay, it's a good habit to blame yourself more than others."
The man choked and said: "Master, I just want to know how to untie the knot in my heart, otherwise I won't be able to live anymore, I really won't be able to live anymore."
Probably there was someone in front of him who had suffered a loss. The man raised his head and said, "Don't tell me that stupid thing about letting go and not letting go! Don't tell me that you need to tie the bell to untie it."
I can't let it go, and I won't let it go! I just want her to change her mind, and I'm willing to do anything..." In the end, the man whispered the woman's maiden name in a low voice, which was really infatuated.
The old monk said: "Two methods, one is simpler, it can cure all diseases by starvation. The other is more complicated, but it can also make you understand the current day. If you endure it, you can still get through it. In fact, there is another one, but you need a month
Get old."
After speaking, the old monk rubbed his fingers.
The man shook his head and said, "I don't have any money left."
The old monk looked disgusted and said, "Go hungry."
The man fell to the ground and cried.
The old monk had no choice but to say, "That's all. Give me your hand."
The man stretched out his hand, and the old monk gently tapped the palm of his hand. The man was immediately stunned. After a while, Youyou woke up, as if he had been in another world, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
The old monk said: "I charge you a tael of silver. You just had a nightmare, but the pain of being stabbed and fried for you is real. Go ahead."
The man staggered away.
The old monk sighed softly, put his fingers together, pulled gently, and then gently put the cassock on his body.
Then a man came who was consciously deceived. He threw a couple of coins on the ground. After sitting down, he put his hands on his knees and gritted his teeth and said: "Since you need to pay to hit people, how about I not hit them but only curse them? Ah?"
?!"
The old monk shook his head, "No."
The man sneered: "Why?!"
"You can scold me, of course you can scold me, but it doesn't matter to me. It's just that I can't bear for you to increase your verbal karma. After taking your money, I want to harm you, how can I bear it? There are people in the world who are trapped in verbal karma without knowing it.
, I am very mistaken. There is no door for blessings and misfortunes, only people call for it. There are two doors in a person's mouth and heart. There is no door for blessings and misfortunes, only people call for it. I told you to close the door, saying that the mouth and karma are pure, and the mind is dust-free. Confucianism
Talking about being cautious and independent is also a closed door. Taoism advocates purity, but it is still a closed door. The heart is difficult to guard, and even the mountain master is very afraid of it, but if we ordinary people can't even say a few words, it will not be good.
.You still want to scold me now?”
The man was not vague at all, he cursed loudly and spat everywhere.
The old monk glanced at the grain of silver on the ground and endured it. He did not chase the person away. He only waited for the person to stop scolding him and let him leave. Then he stretched out his two fingers and hooked lightly.
Then I rubbed it on the cassock. What was inside the house was inside the house. As for the other things, they all had their own destiny.
A middle-aged scribe first bowed outside the door, then took off his boots and walked into the house, sat on the futon, gently put the money on the ground, and then asked: "I dare to ask the Master, Buddhism talks about cause and effect and reincarnation, but if there really is
In the next life, retribution will be repaid. Then in the next life, if I don’t know what happened in the previous life, will I still be me? I don’t know if it’s me, all kinds of karma, good or bad, ignorant and ignorant, when will I be a person?
head?"
"Good question."
The old monk smiled and said, "It's understandable. Let me explain it slowly."
The man couldn't help but ask again, "Why can't all retribution in this world happen in this world?"
The old monk's eyes lit up and he shouted, "Who is it that you have to ask at this time?!"
The man stood up and clasped his hands together, "I don't know if it's easy to ask, I just know that the Master is easy to answer."
That man is going out.
I actually forgot to put on those boots.
The next one is an old man with an elegant appearance.
After giving him a grain of silver, he asked about the origin of the gods in the mountains and rivers. The old monk gave some of his own opinions, but bluntly said that he copied it from the books of you Confucian scholars, and he thought it made some sense.
The old man didn't mind, and lamented that there were too many stubborn people in the world, especially those young scholars who were too keen on fame and fortune...
The old monk just listened to the other person's worries about the world. After a long time, he smiled and asked: "Donor, what are you having for today's meal?"
The other party smiled and said: "It's just a light vegetarian meal at Baiyun Temple not far away."
The old monk nodded and said, "People who are used to eating big fish and meat will not find the vegetarian meal bland, but rather taste it unpalatable."
The other party's face changed slightly, and the old monk added: "It's just a man who is full and can't hold on, and tells a hungry man that the food is not delicious, and it is easy to burp and irritate people."
The old man stood up and sneered: "What an eminent monk, he's just in vain!"
The old monk put away the silver and said with a smile: "The silver is real."
Then a big and round man came, but he was timid and said, "Great monk, I am a butcher, can I still be a human being in my next life?"
The old monk asked: "You kill animals and sell meat every day. What do you want?"
The man felt a little embarrassed and whispered: "Earn money and support your family."
The old monk smiled and said, "Spread your hands. Let me help you take a look."
The man finally left with a smile.
The next person didn't come to read palms at all. He just asked the old monk, "Why does the Master never call himself a 'poor monk'? It doesn't seem to be in line with Buddhist rules, right?"
The old monk replied, I am quite rich and have some Buddhist teachings.
The man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he found it interesting and left with satisfaction.
A woman stood shyly at the door. The old monk smiled and said, "Female donor, there is no need to take off your shoes."
The little woman asked the son if he had the talent to study and if he could become a scholar in the future.
The old monk smiled and stretched out his hand, but the woman blushed. She stretched out her hand and then retracted it. The old monk glanced at his palm and put down his hand. He smiled and said: "You have a man in your eyes, but I don't have a woman in my heart. It's just this kind of thing."
I can say it, but ordinary monks can't hear it, let alone do it. It's like the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. You can hear it, but she can't. She can hear it, but you can't. There are often two kinds of truths,
They are all good principles. It just depends on who is willing to give up first and who is willing to give up more."
The woman was extremely surprised and nodded slightly, as if she had some understanding. Then she looked troubled. There was a bit of arrogance in the family, which she could bear, but her husband was really a little worried. He did not favor his mother-in-law.
Most of them would just sigh on her side. In fact, it would be nice if he even said a heart-warming word. She wouldn't really embarrass him.
The old monk smiled and said, "You know how to get along with each other in a long and smooth way, but you still need a way to solve your urgent needs?"
The woman nodded vigorously with a smile as bright as a flower.
The old monk said: "As long as there is a family tradition, there must be children. Your husband has a good nature, that is..."
The woman quickly waved her hands.
The old monk chuckled and changed the subject, "It's just that as the saying goes, it's just a matter of picking a pig to watch a pen. Women get married, men get married, and marriage matters are all the same. You are considered a well-off family and have children, so you can teach your children with peace of mind. Mo.
Don't let his daughter suffer like this in your family in the future, and don't let your daughter become your own mother-in-law in your eyes. It can be done. The reason why I tell you this is probably because you have thought this way for a long time. Change
If women from other families have different thoughts, I would never dare to say that."
The woman gave her a blessing, thanked him, and left. Since she entered the house wearing shoes, she did not forget to apologize to the old monk.
The old monk smiled and said, "I should thank you for those three families."
Then a young and handsome man from a rich family came, gave him some money, and began to ask the old monk why it was useless no matter how much he knew about the principles in the book.
The old monk smiled and said: "Those teachings of sages in your Confucian books have been spoken with sincerity for a long time, but they ask about hard work, not about harvest. But after closing the book, they only ask about the results, not the process. In the end, I understand the truth in such books.
Countless, and then I didn’t live a good life. Not so good, right? In fact, my life was pretty good, but if I say it’s not good, it would be even worse, right?”
Finally, the old monk asked: "Do you really know the truth?"
The young man was secretly angry, "How could I not know? I have read many books and dabbled in hundreds of schools of thought, and there are only more scriptures than you have read!"
The old monk shook his head, "You read a lot, but you don't know. On the contrary, you know less than those who don't read much."
The young man was used to being pampered, and he was even more stubborn, "I know! What can you do to me?"
The old monk accompanied me by asking questions and answering questions, repeating words you didn't know.
Of course, the old monk would not waste time with him like this, delaying making money, and then let the next guest enter the house, without delaying business on both sides.
The young man suddenly said abruptly, I don't know.
The old monk who was talking to others then said, "You don't know what you know."
The young man who had been eavesdropping on the conversation in the courtyard suddenly laughed heartily, "Haha, the bald donkey himself is also guilty of talking!"
The old monk stared at him blankly.
"Your family has been a businessman for generations, and it took a lot of effort to cultivate a scholar like you. I hope you will shine on the lintel. I am not sure about my thoughts. I hope that I will meet the nobles by chance. I hope my elders will help win over favors. You are happy and contented. You are lucky enough to win the exam questions. You look calm in front of others.
The empress was so happy that she went on a long journey and heard that the goddess by the river was passionate. She threw herself into the temple, but was ignored. So you wrote erotic poems and talked about your literary talent with your classmates. You slandered the reputation of the goddess, and the goddess held her accountable. Fortunately, you still
You have some ancestral protection, and the landowner cares about your ancestors. Whenever there is a famine, he will open a porridge shop to give alms to the poor and poor, but he sincerely does not ask for anything in return, so he will try his best to help you soothe your cheeks.
Farewell, I still want to make an exception and entrust you with a dream. Seeing that you are still complacent, I don’t know how sad my ancestors were. In anger, the land owner ignored me. You are still unaware that the family ancestral hall has been demolished by your hands. "
"Retreat again and again. I won't say anything about Buddhism that you can't hear, only what you can understand. If I really commit a verbal karma, and you call me a bald ass in your mouth and heart, wouldn't my karma be even greater? So since you
I know a lot of truths, so I will only talk about the foundation of your family, the business. Thinking about it, I will know better. If I exchange the karma of my mouth for yours, I will lose, and you will also lose. In this transaction, you
Is it really a good deal? How much did you earn? Since you know a lot of things, could you please teach me a lesson?"
"You are just afraid of how I will know about your shady activities. Even now, even now, even now, I still don't want to know whether I know or not. What do you know?"
The young man suddenly changed from sitting to kneeling and prayed to the old monk to save him from the sea of suffering.
The old monk said: "It is better to seek help from others than from yourself."
"There is no distinction between pure and dirty money in the world, but the human heart is always divided into black and white."
The young man just knelt down, kowtowed, and begged.
The old monk said angrily: "I just feel that there is no right and wrong in the world, only positions? Let's see how long you can stay arrogant, shrewd and smug! Just enjoy your blessings!"
Next person.
He is also a foreigner who has traveled here. Looking at his face, which is about 30 years old, and his majestic appearance, he smiled and said: "Monk, your chicken soup... tastes too weird."
The old monk smiled and said, "The donor just said it doesn't taste good. Because most of the time, it will only make the annoyed person more annoyed and the miserable person even more miserable."
The man put down a grain of silver and said, "I believe that the Master really has the Dharma, but there are many other people's troubles. Since they are not serious, why not teach them a small technique that can achieve immediate results? Wouldn't it be more to promote the Dharma?"
The old monk shook his head and said: "There are so many medicine shops for emergency medicine. What do you want me to do? If you have nothing to do on weekdays, just eat more."
The man felt that the meaning was still unfinished and far from being enough to solve the puzzle.
The old monk had already smiled and said: "How small are ordinary people's little worries? How big do you think the Buddha Dharma is in my heart? Can it really bring immediate results? I don't even need to talk about the troubles and Dharma. I just say that you, the donor, can come from thousands of miles away.
, come here and sit down, and then say these words to me, how many joys and sorrows have you experienced? The donor has not yet had a new little trouble in his heart, but if you look at it from afar, it is not a small thing, right?"
The man laughed dumbly, disapprovingly, and shook his head and said, "What I have seen, heard, learned, and thought in this life is not just for this confrontation with the Master today."
The old monk waved his hand and said, "Then go somewhere else."
Within a day, the courtyard was full of people, bustling and lively.
The last person today was actually the middle-aged temple owner of Baiyun Temple, a small Taoist temple in the capital.
The second to last person is a spirit that has transformed into a human form.
The old monk knows it, and of course the middle-aged temple owner also knows it.
Before the middle-aged Taoist took off his boots, he did not slap the doorkeeper, but actually put his hands together in Buddhist salute.
The old monk smiled and said: "The viewer does not need to give that one tael of silver. In my eyes, I only see the little Buddha light in the hearts of sentient beings. I can't see anything else. There are no ghosts or ghosts."
The middle-aged Taoist smiled knowingly and nodded lightly.
The old monk continued: "I am afraid that I will understand the wrong Dharma, and even speak the wrong Dharma. I am not afraid of teaching people how good the Dharma is. I am only afraid of teaching people how to take the first step, and how to take every step thereafter. It is difficult and painful.
"The little novice may have a Buddha in his heart, but he may not understand the Buddha's Dharma. A great monk may speak of the Buddha's Dharma, but he may not have a Buddha in his heart."
The middle-aged Taoist said two sentences.
Sudden enlightenment comes from gradual enlightenment.
Gradual enlightenment is moving toward sudden enlightenment.
The old monk bowed his head and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha. That's good. That's good."
In the Divine Continent of Middle-earth, an immortal walked into a cave.
At the feet of the immortal is an ancient bronze mirror with a radius of 100 feet, but there are twenty chairs placed there, just like an ancestral hall.
When the immortal appeared, he activated the ancient mirror formation, and within a stick of incense, figures floated out one by one. After sitting down, there were dozens of people, but their faces were all blurry.
But the two chairs at the front are currently unoccupied.
Everyone was silent and spoke to each other from their hearts.
The person with the lowest seat was the first to speak: "Do we, the Qionglin Sect, need to secretly add fuel to the flames?"
The immortal who was the master of this place sneered: "Idiot. Secretly? What kind of secret?! Do you think those saints from the Confucian Temple are fools?"
The immortal master from Qionglin Sect remained silent, then stood up in a panic and apologized to everyone.
A group of children playing in the countryside of Dali Border Pass finally saw the dust flying in the distance, and immediately started jumping and shouting.
A fine horse galloped past.
The children were running all the way up the hillside.
A knight on horseback turned his head and looked around, gently clenching his fist and hitting his chest.
Tuoyue Mountain in the Wild World trembled slightly, and then the movement became louder and louder, and there were almost signs that the mountain was overturning.
Then the formation of Tuoyue Mountain was activated, and the entire mountain suddenly sank more than ten feet. There was no more movement.
On the top of the Sword Qi Great Wall, dressed in red robe, he closed his eyes and meditated, sitting as if dead. He suddenly stood up, laughed and said: "A Liang, I'm a guest when you have time!"