The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 112: No Zen, Passionate and Taoist

There is a temple whose main entrance has been closed for thousands of years since it was built. It has never been opened before the emperor, generals, or ordinary people burn incense.

This mountain temple has seen numerous eminent monks with Taoism, the most famous recently, the popular name Yang Taisui, is the emperor of the two dynasties today, and it is very likely that it will be the three dynasties in the future. There are more than 3,000 eminent monks recorded in the temple who passed away in different dynasties and generations, and more than 200 of them were appointed as teachers of the country. From the Hinayana meditation to Zhiguan meditation, to the thirty-six bodhisattvas of the Northern Wei dynasty who opened a translation field on the mountain at the same time. Come, teach the Mahayana wall view, and eventually become the ancestor of Buddhism.

For nearly hundreds of years, there has been a struggle between Buddhism and Taoism. Every ten years, they argue with Taoism. The monks in this temple go to discuss Taoism with Longhushan. But unlike the Taoist ancestral court, there are not too many rules and regulations. Anyone can go up the mountain and go everywhere on the mountain. Here, the high monument and tower of the Shangao Temple are high and the Buddha is high, and the mountains are high, but they are as sloppy as the temple's name is Liangchan, and there is still no name.

This is the world's number one Buddhist temple.

Some people say that the reason why this temple is called two meditations is to practice self-meditation and other meditation, that is, meditation and meditation. However, for more than a thousand years, it seems that there is no unified official statement, and the two temples have never explained it.

There is a tower on the back of the mountain at the foot of the mountain. It is the burial place of the monks of the two Buddhist temples. There are more than a thousand tomb towers of different sizes, each with carved inscriptions, and it looks like a forest at a glance. The original intention of the two temples did not regard this as a forbidden place, but the devout believers did not dare to set foot, and as time passed, few people came here to observe. There is a Thousand Buddha Hall on the edge of Tallinn. There are hundreds of meters of painted boxing scores painted on the wall. There are 108 potholes on the floor of the hall. It is rumored that the footprints of the Luohan stepped on them. It is a kind of boxing, so there is the praise of the world's boxing method for the two Zen.

There is a small hut on the east side of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall. There is an anonymous white monk who lives all the year round. If it is not for the bald head and robes, he is not a monk at all. This white-robed middle-aged monk is not only drinking and eating meat, The most overwhelming thing is that he has a daughter-in-law! There is also a girl who has grown up in the temple since childhood!

No matter how you look at it, it’s a middle-aged alcoholic monk with evil stigma. Fortunately, he does not have a good life and does not have any evil with others. He only accepts a little apprentice who has exactly the same good temper, and his daughter is lively by nature and likes to climb in the mountains. Next, the host who is said to be the oldest in the temple loved the doll very much. The white-clothed monk accidentally caused trouble several times, and was chased and punished by the old-fashioned monk in the precepts, so he asked his daughter to go to the abbot’s room to ask for a few strings. Candied haws relieved their greed, the old host just looked at the little girl, and immediately calmed down. The apprentice brought out by this middle-aged monk who guarded Tallinn was not simple. He became a monk in the monastery at a young age and was able to wear a light red robes that favored his left shoulder. The law name doesn't seem peculiar anymore.

When the wind is good and the sun is beautiful, the poor little monk is sitting in front of the hut scrubbing a large basin of Master and Madam’s clothes, sighing, went to watch the lantern festival under the mountain on the Lantern Festival, but was accidentally dragged to Longhu Mountain by things. I also said a few words to Mr. Bai Lian in the Tianshi’s Mansion. Fortunately, I was not shut down and beaten up, but when I returned to the temple, I suffered. The teacher was really lazy. So many dirty clothes were not cleaned, and they were piled in the house. Don't dislike it, you have to wait until you return to the temple. Besides, it’s obviously an idea to sneak out and play with things. When the master and the madam saw things were still so kind, she turned around and looked at me and changed my face. Even the rice in the bowl was much less when I was eating. Alas, the thing should be with the madam at this moment. Going down the mountain to buy rouge gouache, the master is actually quite pitiful, hiding under the bed as a beggar to save money, so that the year of the ox and the month of the horse can be filled with copper plates.

A drunk white monk walked out of the hut. He was very tall and sat down beside the little monk, with a bitter melon face.

The little monk is not willing to take a look.

In fact, it's not easy for Master.

The little monk rubbed his clothes and rubbed his back sore, so he was bored and asked casually: "Master, when I went up the mountain, I heard that a famous monk from the south came to the monastery. He was fighting for the site with Abbot Huineng. Who can you say? Win?"

The white-clothed monk yawned and said, "The foreign monk is very good at chanting scriptures. Besides, your Master Huineng's fighting skills are about the same as you. Most of them can't be beaten by others."

The little monk curled his lips and said angrily: "You don't want to teach me advanced martial arts, what can I do? The fist scores on the three walls of the Thousand Buddha Temple have been read for so many years. I really can't see how powerful it is. ."

The master didn't have the slightest sense of responsibility and said perfunctorily: "So things say you are an idiot."

Stupid Nanbei sighed and said: "Master, do you think I can toss a relic in my life? If I can't, I think it's better to practice martial arts. Things always like to run down the mountain. I'm afraid she will be bullied. I can't beat it."

The white-clothed monk thought for a while, and said: "That's it, then you first use those eight or nine-year-old novices in the temple who have just practiced boxing as sandbags. You will become a master by hitting you."

The little monk said angrily: "You said this a long time ago. Last year, I listened to you to beat a little novice monk, but the master ran to curse someone, but you were fine, and you just slipped away, making the lady almost ear my ears. I'll pull it all down!"

The middle-aged monk pretended to be surprised, and pretended to be confused and said: "Is this the matter?"

The fateful little monk lowered his head and rubbed his dirty clothes severely.

There was no movement for a while, the little monk turned his head and took a look, and found that the master was looking up at the cloudless sky in a daze, and couldn't help asking: "Master, what are you looking at?"

The white-clothed monk stretched out a finger and nodded.

The little monk instinctively went to look at Master’s finger first, and soon he was knocked on a chestnut by Master, and he taught: "You are not convinced yet, I have pointed out for you, what are you looking at? Such a dull understanding, Want to burn out relics after death?"

The stupid Nanbei wet hands wiped the trousers first, and then rubbed the little bald head, ready to break the casserole and ask the end, otherwise he would be beaten for nothing: "Master, you haven't said what you are looking at."

Master said seriously: "Look at the moon."

The little monk rolled his eyes and said, "Do you see Master in broad daylight?"

No wonder the master's name is "No Zen".

The white-clothed monk raised his head and whispered softly: "Oh, the first time I saw your wife in front of the moon was before the moon. Stupid Nanbei, I missed your teacher again as a teacher."

The little monk said angrily: "If you think about it, tell me what to do!"

Master asked: "You don't want things?"

Stupid Nanbei smirked immediately, and washed the clothes a little bit diligently, and said, "I want to, why don't you think about it."

The master went on a chestnut again, and then said earnestly, "What do you want to do when you tell the master? You know that the thing is my girl, and I will be beaten if you say it, you fool, I taught you so much for the teacher. Dharma is difficult."

The little monk said angrily: "If you fight again, be careful to create an epiphany. When I become a Buddha, I will be able to burn the relics. I will ignore you when I look at things!"

Master said with disdain: "The epiphany said that it was Master and I taught you. As for the relics, I am even more insignificant as a teacher. I am a good guy in front of me, who has the ability to go to things and make a loud voice from your teacher. "

The little monk was in grief and anger and remained silent.

The master around me, Stupid Nanbei, only after he came down the mountain did he realize that Master was a little deeper than he thought about Dharma. There is a saying at the foot of the mountain that Master, who also grew up on the mountain, spent six years in Ganlu. There are many different opinions, and there is no craftsmanship. The master said that he would pledge to donate his body and seek a "big ben" from thousands of miles away. So he went west for the Dharma, and it was fifteen years after he left. The Western Region Landa Mountain is far enough. Bar? However, the master wanted to go further and asked for the "Yogi's Land Theory" to unify the different theories. He studied in a temple in the extreme west for ten years and mastered 50 classics. The nectar returned in 31 years. When he arrived in Tai'an City, it is said that even the emperor personally went out to meet him. There were hundreds of thousands of onlookers in the road, vying to witness the demeanor of the monks in white clothes. Therefore, there is a Lixue Pavilion in the temple, and the first emperor's imperial pen inscribes the five characters "Bai Xue Yin Xin Zhu".

If only to come here, the little monk stupid Nanbei would definitely feel that he listened to the story. Later, the master proposed in the temple to become a Buddha on the spot, which is contrary to the orthodoxy of Zen Buddhism. As a result, Master’s fifteen years of travel became a farce. I was almost kicked out of the two Buddhist temples. Master’s so-called “all hands and feet are in the dojo, it is the heart and the love, the sea of ​​the same nature” has only been slightly recognized in recent years. No matter what, hundreds of thousands of people in the capital The situation of kneeling down and worshiping Buddha together is no longer. Fortunately, the little monk admires one thing about the master. How the people under the mountain think and refute is far inferior to the master’s wife or something. Sometimes things are just a single sentence. Master will be sad for a long time.

The white-clothed monk smiled and said: "Stupid Nanbei, Master has no the mind to fight with others. Once he has an epiphany, he will rely on you to carry forward in the future."

The little monk was very nervous and said: "Master, don't, you have a teacher, don't I have something? Most of you don't care about your Zen."

The white-clothed monk looked a little annoyed, touched his big bald head, hehe smiled: "I really envy you stupid, Master has no Zen to participate in."

The little monk sighed.

Master said softly: "It's going to rain."

"The big sun, don't you?"

"It will always be under."

"Master."

"Huh?"

"Do you always talk nonsense?"

"Aren't all the Dharma in the scriptures like this?"

"You keep your voice down, if the abbots hear it, we will have to deduct the coins again."

"Tacky, you still want to burn relics just like that?"

"What's wrong? I just didn't have the money to buy rouge for things before I wanted to become a Buddha, or else I would burn myself for relics when I was full?!"

"Oh, it's not bad, I have a savvy and a deep roots, I deserve to be my apprentice."

"Master, in that case, can you help me wash some clothes?"

"Look for a fight!"

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The most famous in Huting County, Jiangnan Province, is not the plump tribute lotus peony, but a widow with a violent surname, Xu, who married from Beiliang, and died of two husbands one after another, both of which are among the best in the local area. The gentry of the noble family, one who was the second highest in the imperial examination high school, and the little one after the grand entrance, was originally a great happy event, but died in an unfavorable event. The other was not bad, Tanhua Lang, who died violently after marrying a widow surnamed Xu, so he died in Jiangnan. Dao Du joked and asked the next champion, right?

However, this widow recently hooked up with a literati in Jiangxin County next door. The man was a well-known official and **** in Jiangnan Province. His fathers were all writers. The surname was Liu Ming Li Ting, and his nickname was Mr. Cheng Zhai. He was 14 years old. It can be written as a beautiful prose, proficient in vocal rhythm, especially immersed in playing the piano, and is also known for its fine cuisine. It is unique among the scholars of Jiangnan Taoism. Yuanpei’s wife is also from a large family and has both ability and political integrity. However, Liu Liting joined the widow after meeting the widow. Demon barrier, frantically divorcing his wife, originally it was just a matter of two families, at most they were made fun of on Jiangnan Road, but Liu Liting’s wife didn’t know how to have an inextricable relationship with a noble concubine in the capital. , "The Ring of Women", which all women in the world have to read, came from her.

The scandal of Jiangnan Road came to my ears, naturally, I was furious. This empress was extremely favored in the palace, and was regarded as a sister by Empress Zhao, so her frown was not much worse than the emperor’s anger. Far away, so the lords of Jiangnan Dao no longer dared to think about the excitement, and bit the bullet. Although Liu Liting wrote a horrible moral article, it seems that there is not much masculinity, and even the maidens in the palace are angry at first sight. Immediately, I woke up like an initiation. First, I wrote a poem about breaking up and sent it to the widow’s door. Then I went to cry with his wife, and even a group of elegant people who had good acquaintances in the usual days, Gao Shi, first told how the widow of Humeizi seduce. Own, for a while, the pitiful woman from a hometown surnamed Xu was embarrassed on all sides, if it hadn't been for her maiden family's very hard life, she would have been drowned by spitting a long time ago. Liu Liting's wife even went to Baoguo Temple to burn incense. She slapped her and scolded the slut. The widow was not annoyed or angry, but just smiled, unable to tell whether it was a wry smile or a sneer.

The scholars who were there to join in the excitement were all moved.

The peony of Baoguo Temple is the most suitable peony in the south of the Yangtze River. According to the geography, the most suitable peony in Huting County can be cultivated. At the beginning, Huting County only had Yaohuang and Weizi two kinds of peony as tribute. Sending to the capital, the flowers bloomed on the 20th. The capital was full of madness. There were no less than a hundred kinds of peonies in Baoguo Temple in the county, except for Yao Huang, Wei Zi, also known as the queen of peony, and many others such as Qinglong Wohu, Zhao Fen, and Fleurong. Waiting for daughter treasures. The biggest pilgrim at Baoguo Temple is the widow Xu, who is now being pointed out by thousands of husbands. She comes to burn incense and worship on the fifteenth day of every month, rain or shine. She loves the peony "Zhao Fen" alone. In the backyard of the temple, there is a plant of Zhao Fen that is as big as a bucket. Huting County was forced by her Xuanhe family background and eccentric style, this Qi Chong peony has almost become her viewing prohibition. A close-knit maid walked into the backyard, and when she left home to get married, she brought many maiden servants and maids, but she was not close. Only this little girl who was born in poverty and was born with cardamom by her side, she liked it for no reason. She was harsh and harsh in her family management. There are few servants who are not afraid of fear, but this is the maid who was named Second Qiao by her name. She knows her gratitude and respects and protects her master everywhere. Today, she got off the horse and walked all the way into the temple, secretly giving countless pointers. The little maid was angry, but there was no one around at the moment, and her little face was embarrassed and said: "Miss, these pilgrims are really hateful. Burn incense and burn incense. When you see the lady, why don't you laugh!"

The widow who is under thirty squeezed the maid’s face, and smiled charmingly: "You still have a conscience."

The little girl said angrily: "Miss, that Liu Liting is too much! In those days, he was like dogskin plaster, and he was pestering the lady. In the end, the wicked complained first, and the gang of scholars who were full of poetry and books opened their eyes. Are you blind? Help him talk anyway?!"

The pretty widow couldn’t help being laughed, bending down to look at a gorgeous peony, twisting a small nail-sized petal with her fingers, sniffing, and squinting her eyes and smiling: “Aren’t most men in the world who have this virtue? Yes, I'm not worth it if I'm angry."

The little girl said timidly: "Miss, tell me something."

The widow was amused and said: "Yeah, Sichun? Which scholar is there? You said, if it's really not bad,"

The little girl shook her head desperately, bit her lip, and looked up firmly and said: "Miss, the shrew in Liu Liting's family is too hateful. I heard that she often goes to Qingshan to worship. The slave girl wants to slap her in the face. Miss, don’t intercede for Er Qiao. If the servant is beaten to death, he will be beaten to death. You must also give a nasty breath for the lady! The servant knows that the lady is not going well today, so don’t worry about the servant anymore."

She was stunned for a moment, twisted the petals gently with her two fingers, and said with a dumb smile: "Mubai feels sorry for you. But you are a little girl who mixes with you, and you get beaten when you get slapped in the face."

Xiao Nizi cried anxiously, with tears on her face, and sobbed: "No, the servant girl wants to fight the shrew if she thinks that the lady is being bullied for no reason. If the servant girl hadn't been rescued by the lady, she would have been ruined by the wicked. The slave and maidservant have never read a book and can’t read, but the parents always said when they were alive that they should remember other people’s goodness, and the slave and maidservant remembered the young lady’s best!"

The widow wiped away her tears for the little maid, and said softly: "Okay, okay, I didn't want to say it. Seeing you like this, I will tell you, so that you silly girl can rest assured. Me, it was on purpose. Keeping that slap in the face, you also know that Miss, I have a lawless brother who is very busy on this trip. I was not sure whether this brother would visit his second sister first, or come to visit my eldest sister in Huting County. Hearing about this slap, didn’t you just rush to my place properly? His second sister has the world in mind. I don’t care about this, I can’t do it, I always like to fight. Life is rare, it’s hard not to suffer, this It’s one of my few pleasures."

Xiao Nizi nodded vigorously and said: "Well! The slave-maid knows that the young lady's brother is His Royal Highness Beiliang. People in the mansion always like to whisper something about His Royal Highness, but every time they see me, they are silent. "

The widow rubbed Xiao Nizi’s ears and smiled: "With your ears, how dare you break your mouth, once I know about it, you can’t be skinned and cramped?"

The little girl finally burst into laughter.

My lady seems to be in a good mood every time she talks about that majesty.

The widow's brows really stretched a bit, and the corners of her mouth smiled and said: "My brother, he has been good-looking since he was a child. I don't grow many peonies at home. Every time the flowers bloom, I will take him to enjoy the flowers and pick them off. Wearing it on his head, it’s more prettier than a girl. It’s a pity that it will rain some time later, I don’t know if he has time for this blooming period."

The little girl wiped her face with her sleeve, and said innocently: "The Bodhisattva will definitely protect the lady from rain."

The widow whispered softly: "Where does the little girl know how ruthless wind and rain break the suffering of sentimental romanticism."

Nizi, who didn’t hear the truth, asked curiously: "What did the lady say?"

The widow joked: "You don't understand even if you say it."

As if afraid that this little maid would do stupid things, the widow said softly: "When my brother arrives on Jiangnan Road, you will know how the rich children of high school scholars who usually look above the top are not counted. A gadget."

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On the top of the mountain is the Heavenly Master's Mansion where purple and yellow nobles gather, and at the foot of the mountain there is only a pair of dilapidated old Taoist temples that depend on each other for their lives.

The veteran Taoist who was a master was able to make progress for this retreat disciple. It can be said that he has broken his mouth. In the beginning, the old Taoist’s dream of pressing the box and the special skills of the Spring and Autumn Period, this is the Taoist secret technique that even the four great celestial masters can’t use, that disciple I didn’t want to learn it, and I didn’t want to listen, until the old Taoist was so abruptly to open his mind one day. After a hundred years of Spring and Autumn Taoism, things really happened by mistake. The Chi'er apprentice pricked up his ears at that time and really tried to learn "Meng Chunqiu" with all his heart.

It's not difficult to recite the formula of this method. The difficulty lies in how to operate the Qi machine. Rhubarb court seeks for more strength, but Meng Chunqiu does the opposite, seeking thinness and practicing to the peak of Xuanmiao. There is almost no Qi machine in the body, only " "One breath", the reason why the old Taoist priest values ​​his apprentice Xu Longxiang and asks for the King of Beiliang in a low voice from far away is precisely because Xu Longxiang is born with supernatural power and is born into a terrifying realm of King Kong. , Longhu veteran Zhao Xituan, why didn't he hope that a second Qixuan frame would appear on the mountain? As for whether Xu Longxiang came from the Heavenly Master's Mansion, Zhao Xituan doesn't mind at all. In this life, there are fewer masters from the Heavenly Master's Mansion who say he is apostate in person or behind his back?

It used to be Xu Longxiang who refused to learn. Being an old Taoist master had a headache, but now Old Taoist Zhao still has a headache. The kid has gotten into trouble. He is half asleep and half awake for twelve hours a day. This spring and autumn dream is simply a big dream. It was tailor-made for Xu Longxiang by the ancestor. The old Taoist could originally accompany his apprentice to squat watching the ants or the stream, even if he can’t speak~IndoMTL.com~ At any rate, he still has a companion who listens to his nagging. Now the old Taoist has nothing to do. It’s too boring. Pinching points to calculate when His Royal Highness can come to Longhu Mountain.

The old Taoist with a very high generation and a very strange temper in Longhu Mountain squatted in a daze by the Qinglong River.

The apprentice, who never spoke, walked out of the Taoist temple for the first time, and squatted aside.

The very pleased old Taoist priest said with a smile: "My disciple, have you finally come out to breathe?"

There was no response as expected.

The old Taoist said to himself: "I have been asking for the Tao for a lifetime, but it is not very real. I feel that the clouds are covering the mist. When I look at you from the end, I realize that this Tao is unspeakable."

Xu Longxiang just stared at the stream without any gods.

The old Taoist said with emotion: "He will take you to meet an old man as a teacher before going down the mountain. If you can sustain a hundred moves, it will be enough."

Huang Man'er did not know when he picked a leaf and handed it to Master.

The old Taoist took the leaves, but smiled bitterly: "You disciple, you don't know how to whistle as a teacher. Huang Man'er, do you miss your brother?"

The foolish Xu Longxiang smiled and nodded.

The old Dao heart is sad, "almost when there are hawthorns on the mountain, your brother will be there."

Although this old man listened to the advice of the son of Beiliang, he had to dress up when he went down the mountain, and he even borrowed a Zhongkui peach wood sword from his disciples and grandchildren, but he was still messy on the mountain, and he called the straw sandals. Woven, the robe on his body is even more tattered, stained with countless dust.

At this moment, Huang Man'er bowed her head, stretched out her yellow arm, patted the dust on the old Taoist priest, and patted it lightly.

For the sake of a Taoist word in this life, the old Taoist who has no wives, children or grandchildren froze on the spot.

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