Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 631: Don’t be cowardly, let’s do it!
The faint fragrance permeated the entire sleeping hall.
Lin Huang, who was half lying on the bed, was not dressed, and his long hair fell down like a waterfall. With a lazy figure and blurred eyes, she took a sip of the tobacco rod in her hand and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
"You have worked very hard these past few days..." Lin Huang looked at Chen Luo who was kneeling and sitting opposite him, and said calmly, no joy or anger could be heard in his voice.
"Uncle Hui, for the sake of the world and the well-being of the two worlds, it's nothing for a disciple to work hard." Chen Luo replied quickly, while his mind was running fast.
Did you do anything out of the ordinary?
Half an hour ago, I was still eating hot pot and singing in the palace, when Shangguan Wan'er suddenly appeared in front of me, saying that His Majesty had called me.
As a result, I waited in this hall for half an hour before the uncle came late.
It’s okay for juniors to wait for elders, the key is——
I didn't even ask someone to pour me a glass of water, let alone the pastry that was prepared the last time I came!
Not even a seat, just a kneeling pad.
People, have good eyesight!
This kind of matter does not need to be ordered by the master, and the court servants should arrange it.
There is only one possibility!
The uncle specially ordered: Leave him alone!
In other words, why did I make the uncle unhappy!
Is it because of broken chapters?
Impossible, what kind of situation is Master Uncle, can he be like those ordinary people in the world?
What else can there be?
I didn't hook up with Wen Feiqing either!
Could it be that the matter of secretly dumping Mingyu and Tulong has come to light?
Chen Luo secretly raised his head and glanced at the uncle, only to see that the uncle was still expressionless, and he was even more nervous.
Epic oppression from the great emperor!
Fortunately, this atmosphere did not last long. Lin Huang exhaled smoke again and said, "Really?"
"You have entrusted Zhong Kui and Cui Shanque to handle the affairs of the Eighteenth Floor of Hell and the Department of Yin Law... Then what are you doing during this time?"
Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice, "This...disciple is...is..."
"Are you being mischievous?" Lin Huang snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a pile of memorials fell in front of Chen Luo.
"Look carefully, it's all about you!"
Chen Luo looked puzzled, picked up a memorial, and took a closer look: Huh? Isn't this King Xuanjing's?
Old man, backstab me!
Chen Luo opened the memorial, only to see that the pen was written like a snake, and wrote: "My emperor has learned a lesson. Since the king of Fengdu opened the underworld, he has set a high salary standard, and promised to set a year-end bonus and enjoy sixteen salary benefits. .”
"Public job ghosts can enjoy two months of paid vacation every year."
"According to different positions, you need to pay 60% for your own practice, and the Department of Yin Law will bear 40%! Any work-related injuries will be treated by the Department of Yin Law."
"The path to promotion is clear, and there is a sequence for judge, seduction, and arrest."
"Every month, there are three-rank and above ghosts explaining the key to the cultivation path for subordinates!"
"There are so many of them!"
"Xuan Jing's heart flutters, and his heart yearns for it. Veteran ministers look at it with a mirror, and eighty percent of the ghosts want to fall under the king of Fengdu."
"Whoa! It's not that the old officials are powerless, it's because the king of Fengdu is unreasonable!"
"The old minister boldly speaks out—please ask Fengdu King to incorporate the Xuanjing Division, and the veteran is willing to assist Fengdu King to build the underworld!"
Chen Luo: (||?Д?)
The turning point of the last sentence is a bit abrupt.
I drew out my 40-meter broadsword, so you say you are a friendly army?
"This...hehe...King Xuanjing really knows how to joke." Chen Luo scratched his head and said with some embarrassment.
Linhuang gave Chen Luo a blank look: "Sixteen out of Dafeng have yamen, and thirteen made this joke with me!"
Chen Luo: (*???)
No. Fuck me like this?
It's really tied q.
That is him, if it were someone else, if such a situation happened, a hat of conspiracy would be considered secure.
But Chen Luo understands, and Linhuang also understands, most of the people here are nothing more than seeing Linhuang's love for Chen Luo, and they are just standing in line to express their opinion.
After all, Chen Luo is a yang body, so he won't stay in Nether for long.
Chen Luo looked at Linhuang again, and Linhuang gave him an angry look, and said lightly: "Tell me, how to solve it?"
"Disciple go back and revise the welfare policy." Chen Luo sighed, "On the surface, the treatment is the same as that of Dafeng, and the extra is not a routine, so it should be a reward from Fengdu Palace."
Lin Huang's face softened a little now, and seeing Chen Luo's look of being unable to lift his spirits, he hesitated for a moment and said: "After the success of the two realms, I will naturally become the incarnation of the Dao, and I can't take care of ordinary affairs. !”
"Even if the underworld is fully established, Dafeng still has value."
"The number of ghosts is infinite, and it is impossible to reincarnate in time. They still need to stay in the Netherland for a period of time. This Dafeng is prepared for these ghosts, so as not to cause excessive pressure of reincarnation, or impact the world."
"Your center of gravity should be in the world, not in the sky!"
"As for the person who will be in charge of Netherworld at that time, don't you still have ten royal palaces in your Netherworld Palace?"
"I intend to ask you to choose ten Pluto kings to jointly manage the affairs of the underworld."
Chen Luo was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at Emperor Lin, did this mean that the duties and powers of Yama of the Ten Palaces had already been arranged?
Just as Chen Luo was about to speak, Emperor Lin waved his hand: "But it's too early to say these things. The Dao has not yet been completed, and the sea of white lotus blood is still there. Let's discuss it when we have a chance in the future."
"Well, I would like to follow Master's orders." Chen Luo nodded before getting up to leave. Unexpectedly, when Lin Huang saw his movements, he frowned: "Who told you to stand up, kneel down!"
Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment: Isn't the matter over?
Although he was muttering in his heart, his body still knelt down obediently again.
At this moment, Chen Luo heard Lin Huang's next order: "I have something to ask you..."
Chen Luo: ('`;)?
Uncle, you ask me to do something, but still make me kneel?
"Uncle Master, what's the matter?" Chen Luo asked.
Linhuang knocked on the cigarette rod and said, "Come out!"
After the voice fell, a figure appeared out of nowhere, it turned out to be a monk in cassock.
The monk had a smile on his face, and first made eleven obeisances to Emperor Lin, and recited: "I have seen Your Majesty."
Then, he turned sideways again, looked at Chen Luo who was kneeling on the ground, and bowed: "I've seen King Fengdu!"
Chen Luo looked at the monk and frowned slightly.
On the opponent, he felt the aura belonging to the Buddhism of the Western Regions. He looked at Emperor Lin again, and Emperor Lin said: "This is Master Yixiu, who used to be the Jinwu guard in front of the palace. He left Daxuan angrily under the pretext of a wrong case, and worshiped Buddhism in the Western Regions."
Chen Luo's eyes lit up: This is an undercover agent!
Yixiu shook his head slightly: "It's a pity that Yixiu's background is shallow, and he hasn't made great achievements in so many years, which has failed His Majesty's high expectations."
"You don't have to be humble when you love Qing." Lin Huang waved his hand, showing a rare pride on his face, pointing at Chen Luo, and said to Monk Yixiu, "This kid is known as a poem chasing Li Qinglian in the world. Mention him!"
"If he can't write it, I will teach him a lesson!"
Chen Luo looked puzzled: What do you mean?
What does it have to do with me?
The monk Yixiu smiled faintly, and stopped talking to Chen Luo standing up. Instead, he waved his sleeves, knelt and sat opposite Chen Luo, and said, "King Fengdu, please listen to the poor monk."
"The poor monk was in the Bailian Pure Land. He barely managed to reach the second rank, and he got the title of Bodhisattva. But after all, Daxuan defected, so he was not reused, and he was excluded from the periphery. Many things could not be really effective. first-hand information."
"A few days ago, Di Lisa, the goddess of the White Lotus Pure Land, cultivated to the Five Decay Realm."
"Di Lisa's father is a great Buddhist Bodhisattva, whose real name cannot be said. I want to take this opportunity to cling to Di Lisa and get close to the core circle of Bailian Pure Land."
"When Di Lisa traveled to Daxuan in her early years, she became very interested in poetry and poetry. After she returned to the Western Regions, she also collected a lot of poetry and poetry."
"The poor monk wants to invest in a poem, but his talents are limited. Just returning to Dafeng this time to deal with some matters, he thought of asking someone to catch him."
After hearing this, Chen Luo was a little puzzled: "But if you can catch the knife once, won't you be exposed for a long time?"
Yixiu shook his head and said: "Three or five ordinary poems, I think there is no problem. The key is to hit the door, it must be a masterpiece, and it can impress Di Lisa in an instant."
Speaking of this, Emperor Lin added: "A person who loves poetry and poetry in Dafeng is like a gentleman across the river."
"Wen Feiqing, Li Yishan, Du Muzhi...these are all literary masters, and their poems have been sung through the ages."
"But...they can't meet the requirements of Yixiu."
Chen Luo was shocked: Xiao Li Du and Wen Tingyun couldn't meet the requirements?
Seeing Chen Luo's expression, Yixiu quickly explained: "It's not that the poems of the kings are not good, but mainly because they are not suitable!"
"Although the White Lotus Pure Land is a fake Buddha, it also has some Buddha spirit."
"We still need a little Buddhist rhyme to be sure."
Linhuang took a puff of cigarette and said: "Speaking of which, if Wang Mojie followed me to the Netherworld, his poems would be the best choice. It's just a pity that he was consecrated earlier and entered the holy hall."
"The Bodhisattva of the Five Declines of the White Lotus Nietu is not worthy of Shifo writing for her."
"I see that your "Journey to the West" is very well written, and you should have some experience in grasping the rhyme of Buddhism!"
"Then write a song for Yixiu to take back."
Chen Luo looked strange.
It seems to be insulted, but it seems not.
Chen Luo's mind was racing fast, he looked at Monk Yixiu, and asked, "Does Di Lisa have any hobbies?"
Monk Yixiu thought for a moment, and said: "White Lotus Pure Land can't help marriage and love, but if you practice deeply, you must also prevent the invasion of demons."
"Di Lisa fell in love with a disciple of his father's disciple in the early years. For Di Lisa's future, his father killed the disciple and took it into his own Buddhist kingdom."
"Since then, Di Lisa has tried to **** the disciple's living soul more than once. In the end, her father broke up the disciple's aura in a rage. For this reason, Di Lisa publicized to sever the relationship with her father .”
Chen Luo nodded, and with a flip of his wrist, a pen and paper emerged.
"You can write now?" Linhuang was also a little surprised.
"Yeah." Chen Luo nodded, "Does it take a long time to think about a poem with Buddhist rhymes?"
"It doesn't matter if you have hands!"
Although there was a smile on the corner of Linhuang's mouth, his tone was still cold, and he said, "Then write it out and try. If you speak big words, see how I punish you!"
Chen Luo nodded with a smile, and put down his pen.
Just kidding, can there be problems with the poems of the loving monk and living Buddha?
"But we know each other once we meet each other, and it is better to meet each other than not to see each other."
"Ande and the king will be separated from each other, so as not to teach life and death to be lovesick."
After writing the last word, Chen Luo handed the paper to Yixiu.
Yixiu looked at the poems on the paper in surprise, and his face that had been calm just now became brilliant in an instant. He looked at the paper, then looked at Chen Luo, finally suppressed a thousand words in his mouth, just stood up, bowed deeply, and said: "Fengdu Wang Dacai!"
"As soon as this article is published, if Yixiu fails to succeed, it will be Yixiu's fault."
Without waiting for Chen Luo to speak, Lin Huang took the manuscript and said, "You should remember it."
Speaking, he looked at Chen Luo again: "How can you be so good at writing love poems at such a young age?"
"Focus more on being right and less on romantic things."
But after finishing speaking, Linhuang looked at the manuscript in his hand again and frowned.
"I don't want to write another one, it's more perfunctory, and the level is lower."
"The five declines of the false Buddha are not worthy of this poem!"
…
After finishing Linhuang's in-class exam, Chen Luo returned to Fengdu Palace.
From the conversation between Linhuang and Monk Yixiu, Chen Luo also learned that Bailian Pure Land seemed to have noticed the progress of Linhuang's life and death avenue, and was currently planning some action to interfere with Linhuang's progress.
And Monk Yixiu wanted to contact Di Lisha in such a hurry, because he wanted to get some news about the Bailian Pure Land Project.
The situation seems to have suddenly become serious.
Back in the palace, Chen Luo's heartstrings, which had been slightly relaxed these days, tightened again.
He can contribute very little to the Underworld War, but from another level, he can still play a strategic role.
That is - "Journey to the West"!
Because he didn't think about how his deity and Bai Mo would deal with "Xuanzang under the Five Elements Mountain accepting Wukong", Chen Luo intentionally suppressed the update speed.
But for now, let's write first and then talk!
The ancients said: There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. If there is no road, we will open a road.
Can a living person be suffocated by urine?
Chen Luo immediately lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and his mind wandered, crossing two worlds...
…
Human world, Daxuan, Hanzhou.
Bai'an City.
A cloud covered the bright sun, forming a huge shadow, which just shrouded the sky above Bai'an City's Yamen.
Outside the yamen of Bai'an City, an old couple held up the pleadings in their hands and knelt on the ground, their hoarse voices could hardly make a sound, and the pupils that had already shed tears showed deep despair.
Their daughter was brutally murdered!
But they couldn't get justice.
"Poor..." Not far away, several guests drinking tea sighed, and just about to discuss a few words, they saw an official in official robes coming out of the yamen, and immediately closed the door. Mouth.
Under official techniques, any voice discussing politics will be detected by the official seal.
The blue official robe is a sixth-rank robe, and it is the master of the government office in Bai'an City, a sixth-rank official named Song Zhang.
Seeing Song Zhang coming out, the old couple who were kneeling outside the government office immediately walked forward on their knees and kowtowed in front of Song Zhang.
"You two old people, get up..." Song Zhang reached out to help, but the old couple refused to be in person.
Song Zhang let out a long sigh: "Alas... two, this case has been closed."
"My lord, it's not over!" The old man struggled and growled in a hoarse voice, "My daughter is not a servant of the Chen family, but she is just doing something for Mrs. Chen."
"Chen Mouzhi wanted to insult my daughter, but my daughter resisted, but was beaten to death by him! This is the conclusion drawn by your government!"
"Now that the murderer is still at large in the city, why is this lawsuit over?"
At this time, the staff around Song Zhang frowned: "Didn't the Chen family pay your family six hundred taels of silver?"
"We don't want that money!" At this time, the old woman also cried, "Can six hundred taels of silver buy my daughter's life? We want to kill people to pay for their lives!"
Song Zhang had a look of helplessness on his face, and the staff also sighed: "Old brother, old sister-in-law, don't embarrass my adults."
"The Chen family, the ancestors had a semi-sacred family. Although they have fallen out of the ranks of the holy family, they are still a family."
"Punishment does not go to the family, the law does not punish the holy family!"
"The six hundred taels, my adults have worked hard to come here for you."
The old man shook his head: "The old man doesn't know what kind of punishment or law. The old man only knows that killing people pays their lives, and debts are repaid."
"You are the officials, you want to make decisions for us and give us justice!"
"Otherwise, my old couple will kneel and die in front of this yamen today!"
Hearing the words, Song Zhang also rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and wanted to persuade him, when he saw several government servants coming on horseback, one of them had a seriously injured person tied behind him.
Song Zhang frowned. At this time, the government servants had come to Song Zhang, and they got off their horses one after another, and untied the wounded on their backs. The wounded man was dressed in the official mansion, and he was the official of the biased department.
"What's the matter?" Song Zhang asked while stepping forward to check the injury of the official at the side.
"Return to your lord!" said a yamen servant, "Master Li insisted on arresting Chen Mouzhi, so he broke into the Chen residence alone, and was beaten like this by the Chen family!"
Song Zhang immediately took out the official seal, used his luck to stabilize the opponent's injury, and glared at the police officers, "Alone? What are you doing?"
The yamen officer showed embarrassment: "My lord, that is the Chen residence...we... how dare we go in!"
Song Zhang pointed at the crowd angrily, and said: "Master Li is a hero transferred from the front line of the barbarians, why don't you stop him! You...you...ah!"
At this moment, the injured Mr. Li groaned, spat out a mouthful of blood, and slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Song Zhang, then at the kneeling old couple, and murmured: "Hold me!" ...Sorry..."
The old couple looked at Master Li, who was covered with wounds everywhere, and the last hope in their eyes quickly dimmed. The old woman glanced at the dark clouds in the sky, and suddenly shouted: "God, open your eyes!" ——"
Screaming, the old woman suddenly slammed into the stone tablet beside her...
The incident happened suddenly, and Song Zhang used his official skills to stop it, but he was a step slower. Just when everyone thought that another tragedy was about to appear in front of them, they suddenly heard "Ouch". Suddenly, a pedantic old man appeared, and the old woman bumped headfirst into him.
The old pedant took two steps back, looked at the old woman, rubbed the bumped chest, and said, "Old sister, where are you hitting!"
It was only then that everyone came to their senses, the old man quickly stepped forward and grabbed the old woman, and hurriedly thanked the old scholar. But Song Zhang's eyes lit up, he walked quickly to the old scholar, saluted respectfully, and said, "I wonder if that senior is here?"
The old pedant gave Song Zhang a blank look, ignored him, and went straight to the injured Mr. Li, stretched out his hand and flicked, and a blue gas was shot into Mr. Li's body. In an instant, Mr. Li's body seemed to spring back The earth, visibly healed.
Then, as soon as the old pedant stretched out his hand, he grabbed the pleading paper of the old couple. The old pedant took a look and said, "You ask the heavens for justice?"
"Why don't you buy justice from me, for a penny, can you buy it or not?"
The old couple was stunned for a moment, and the old man quickly took out a few pennies from his pocket and handed them to the old scholar: "Buy, buy, buy!"
The old pedant reached out to pick up a copper coin and nodded: "Okay, that's fair, I'll take it!"
After finishing speaking, the old pedant walked towards the Chen Mansion, Song Zhang frowned, and shouted: "Mister, the Chen Mansion is an aristocratic family!"
"Aristocratic family, what a fart!" The old pedant waved his hands and kept walking. Song Zhang hesitated for a moment, reached out and took off the black gauze hat on his head, and shouted: "Mr., let's go together!"
…
Not long after, the old pedant appeared in front of a magnificent mansion. Followed by Song Zhang and a group of yamen servants.
At this time, there were two servants at the gate of the mansion, looking at the crowd, they frowned, they naturally knew Song Zhang, saluted and said, "Master Song, what do you mean?"
Song Zhang was about to answer, the old pedant raised his hand to stop Song Zhang, and stomped his foot lightly, suddenly a vast and boundless righteousness surged up into the sky, quickly diffused, and enveloped the entire mansion.
At this time, there was a voice in Chen's residence: "I don't know which great Confucian is coming, Chen is far away to welcome you!"
"Open the middle door to welcome guests!"
"No need!" The old pedant yawned, "The old man made a deal, sold it for a fair price, come and pick up the goods!"
"This thing is on a little **** in your family!"
Speaking, the old pedant stomped his feet again, and saw a figure in the Chen residence being grabbed by an invisible force and flying towards the door.
"Father, Grandpa, help!" The arrested person was disheveled and didn't know what he was doing when he was arrested. At this moment, his hands and feet were swaying in the air, his face was pale with fright, and he shouted in the air.
"Chen Mouzhi!" The old couple saw at a glance that it was the murderer who killed their daughter.
"Brother, please respect yourself!" The majestic voice just now sounded again, "This is the direct descendant of my family, and my Chen family is..."
"Aristocratic family, right? I know, I know!" The old scholar plucked out his ears, looked at Song Zhang, "Little Grass Officer, let's verify your integrity..."
Seeing the old scholar's understatement, Song Zhang suddenly felt confident and nodded: "It is the murderer, Chen Mouzhi!"
"That's good!" The old pedant raised his hand and said calmly, "Justice is here!"
Speaking, the old pedant pointed at Chen Mouzhi and flicked lightly.
"Old man, dare you!" A roar came from the Chen residence, and a huge force gushed out, heading straight for the old scholar.
But the old pedant raised his other hand and pressed it down suddenly, and he heard muffled groans coming from the Chen residence.
On the other side, as the old pedant's finger drew an arc, a line of blood appeared on Chen Mouzhi's neck, and the next moment, a big head fell off!
"Presumptuous!" Chen Fuzhong's voice sounded again, his tone full of suppressed anger, "Your Excellency thinks that you are seeking the realm, so you just do whatever you want?"
"My Chen family is an aristocratic family, and my ancestors have a half-sage. You dare to leave your name, my Chen family, you, and your family, will not let go!"
The old pedant clapped his hands, glanced at the Chen residence, and said indifferently: "Old man, the most holy Confucius family!"
"Kong Yingda!"
"Welcome to seek justice!"
As soon as this remark came out, the world fell silent for an instant.
At this moment, in the sky, a blue light shot from a distance, the great Confucian who called himself Kong Yingda reached out to grab the blue light, felt it slightly, frowned and said to himself-"The tide of blood, the luck of the saint, Let me try it too?"
"Forget it, we won't rob within the human race. Those who have the opportunity to rob the monster race..."
After finishing speaking, Kong Yingda looked at the quiet Chen Mansion again, and said, "Don't be cowardly, the old man is standing here, waiting for you to call someone!"
…
Square inch mountain.
Chen Luo's wooden body wakes up leisurely...
－－－－－－Off topic－－－－－－
There is the poem by Tsangyang Gyatso in the text
But ~IndoMTL.com~ this poem is written in Tibetan, the literal translation is——
The first is best not to find out, lest you can't help but fall in love with it.
Second, it is best not to be familiar with it, so as not to suffer in the future.
The Qijue version we are seeing now is the translation of Mr. Zeng Yan, a translator.
This, I want more people to know.
In addition, in the original version of the old man, the last sentence is "free from teaching to make lovesickness", but combined with the meaning of the text, I think in my writing method, it is more appropriate to use the popular "free from teaching to make lovesickness through life and death" .
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