The arsenal is forbidding soldiers and is located in Lanqi. How can Dong, a bandit and bandit, live here? Er Nai opened nine cities, connected the market with the palace. The flag pavilion was five-layered, overlooking hundreds of tunnels. The great Xu of Zhou Dynasty is now the only captain.
Goods are arriving, and birds are flocking to them. Those who sell will win, and those who seek will not be in need. You are merchants from a hundred tribes, and you are a married couple.
Rely on. The men and women of those four people are as beautiful and extravagant as history. Ruofu Weng Bo has a turbid quality. He lives in Zhang Li's house. He strikes bells and cauldrons to eat, and even rides over each other. How can the Duke of Tokyo be stronger?
City Rangers, Zhang Zhao Zhilun, Qi Zhiwuji, imitate Tian Wen. They despise death but attach great importance to their spirit, and form gangs and groups? In fact, there are disciples in Tibet, and their followers are like clouds. The plains of Maoling, the Zhu of Yangling.
, like tigers and cockroaches. They are as fierce as grasshoppers, and corpses are stiff in the road. The prime minister wants to atone for his son's sins, but the sun is stained by stone, so Gongsun has him executed.
If the debaters in the five counties travel to Li, they talk in the streets and alleys, they analyze Zang and Bu, they analyze the smallest details, and they analyze the facts. What they like will cause hairiness, and what they dislike will cause wounds.
——Excerpt from "Ode to Xijing" by Zhang Heng (Eastern Han Dynasty)
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When Taifu Xu was taking everyone to visit the garden, they heard the commotion outside the temple, so everyone walked out of the temple.
I saw a one-armed warrior shouting provocations in the open space outside the gate of White Horse Temple. This man was short and stocky, with dark skin, thick curly hair, barefoot in wooden clogs, with a comb-back bun, and no crown. His clothes were quite similar.
Silla. Judging from his clothing, he should be from the Japanese country.
The Japanese warriors were shouting curses in blunt Mandarin, provoking the monks of the White Horse Temple. The monks at the door looked angry, but they all restrained themselves. As long as the Japanese warriors did not rush into the temple door or disturb the pilgrims, the monks did not intervene. The people onlookers watched.
The more people gathered, the more they talked and discussed.
Seeing no one to stop them, the Japanese warrior became more courageous. He simply took off his shirt and exposed his chest, revealing his thick chest hair and tattoos. The tattoos were dazzling, and on the black and blue waves, several whale sharks were writhing fiercely. It was strange at first sight.
Good kind.
When Bai Fu saw the arrogance and rudeness of the Japanese warrior, he was furious and was about to rush out to teach him a lesson when he was grabbed by Zi Chesei. Zi Chesei shook his head and smiled, indicating that Bai Fu should not act rashly. Bai Fu followed Zi Chesei's gaze and glanced from the corner of his eyes,
I saw that Luoyang's bad commander had already arrived with the police.
A Zhike monk walked up to Taifu Xu, put his head together and bowed deeply.
The Taifu said: "Zen Master Chengda, what is going on?"
Said: "Reporting to Almsgiver Xu, this Japanese warrior's name is Yamamoto Ye, and he is one of the best swordsmen in Japan. Ten years ago, he crossed the sea and came to the west. He heard that the abbot's Buddhist teachings were profound, so he came to become his disciple."
The Taifu said: "Even if you don't accept him as a disciple, you won't be able to solve such a big problem, right?"
Zen Master Chengda sighed: "Who can say otherwise? After investigation, my master thought that his study of Buddhism and worship of Buddha was fake, and his real purpose was to learn Buddhist martial arts. So he politely declined."
Unexpectedly, his mind was so strong that he knelt outside the mountain gate for three days and three nights during the freezing and snowy days. My master softened his heart and walked out of the mountain gate himself, politely refusing him face to face.
Unexpectedly, this man followed the example of Huike and became a disciple of Bodhidharma. In order to show his sincerity, he immediately blew off his left arm with a sword to show his determination to ignore gains and losses."
"Ah" Li Xuexuan couldn't help but scream. Even though he knew the result, he still couldn't help asking: "What happened next?"
Zen Master Chengda sighed: "My master still confiscated him as his disciple, but he also knows that this matter has been difficult and has been resolved. He predicts that what will happen today will eventually come."
Taifu Xu stroked his beard and nodded, asking himself, if it were him, he wouldn't be able to resolve it properly.
Zen Master Chengda said: "Seeing this, the man couldn't move my master and refused medical help from the temple. After stopping the bleeding, he picked up the severed arm and said harsh words. He will take revenge ten years later."
Bai and Li looked at each other with chills in their hearts.
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Yamamoto saw no response after yelling for a long time, and the provocation began to escalate. He opened the lid of the wooden barrel next to him, and the stench filled the sky. It turned out to be a bucket of excrement.
Seeing that he was about to throw dirt at the mountain gate, the monks at White Horse Temple couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward to stop Yamamoto.
The bad handsome man in Luoyang couldn't bear it anymore and was about to lead the police to arrest him.
Taifu Xu's personal entourage stepped forward and whispered a few words. The man was startled, nodded quickly, and acted in accordance with the order.
At this moment, the mountain gate opened wide, and Abbot Luokong walked out of the mountain gate with several eminent monks. Zen Master Chengming, the leader of Luohan Hall, was standing there, with monks guarding him. You must know that Zen Master Chengming's duty is to guard the Sutra Pavilion.
He never left the Sutra Pavilion day and night, which shows how important this incident was.
Abbot Liao Kong walked up to Yamamoto. He clasped his hands and said calmly: "Donor Yamamoto, I am also very sorry about the past. Although I know that it is difficult for the benefactor to let go, he must have suffered something that ordinary people can't bear because of this matter.
It is difficult to forgive us for the pain. But I am still willing to use sincerity to resolve this grudge and beg for forgiveness from the donor."
Yamamoto laughed loudly and said: "Monk, it's not that difficult for me to forgive you. If you cut off one of your arms, I'll turn around and leave. From now on, I'll never set foot in White Horse Temple again."
Zen Master Cheng Guan put his hands together and said: "Donor Yamamoto, my master is kind to reconcile. I also ask the donor to understand his painstaking efforts and not to push me hard."
Yamamoto laughed loudly and said: "You Chinese monks are the most hypocritical. You talk about reconciliation but have no sincerity in reconciliation. I broke my arm. If you don't pay the equal price, how can I reconcile with you?"
Abbot Lokong said calmly: "Almsgiver Yamamoto, what you said makes sense. If I compare my feelings with my own, I want you to understand me. This is how it should be. In Buddhism, there is a saying that we feed tigers with our bodies. Ten years ago, I was ready to cut off my arm.
Return it to you. Ten years later, I have not changed my mind."
After Abbot Luokong said this, he took out the sword from the monk beside him and was about to slash his arm. Zen Master Chengming stopped him and said urgently: "Master, no!"
Yamamoto laughed loudly and said: "I would say that you Chinese monks are the most hypocritical. If you want to chop it off, secretly chop it off, then return it to me. Now, in public, if you want to cut off your arm, how can your disciples let you do it?"
You cut it. In the end, it’s just pretending and putting on a show for me.”
The monks at the White Horse Temple were so crowded that they could not speak. They let their master break his arm. It was so embarrassing. They ignored Yamamoto's words, as if they had been lied to by him again. Zen Master Chengming had nowhere to display his martial arts and was so anxious.
Shout loudly.
Abbot Liao Kong signaled the monks not to interfere with his decision. He smiled faintly, raised the knife and slashed at his arm. By the time Zen Master Chengming reacted, it was already too late. Blood was about to spatter on the spot.
Just hearing the sound of "dang", Bai Fu's hidden weapon shot out and hit Jie Daodao. Everyone's eyes were blurred. Bai Fu looked like a ghost and suddenly appeared in front of Abbot Kong. He used the skill of seizing the white blade with his bare hands and seized it.