The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 285: The wind and snow ride down the south of the Yangtze River (8)

Xu Fengnian and his entourage came to the foot of the mountain. The climbing steps were 1,008 steps. After Zhang Longjing got off the horse, he said that there is a worry-free road on this incense-burning road. The pilgrims who bothered no matter how much trouble would finish this mountain road No trouble. [Full text reading] However, Zhang Longjing smiled and added a sentence, asking me to read it, it is tired, even if I have worries, I can't take care of it. Xu Fengnian smiled slightly when he heard the words, and Zhang Longjing then said with emotion: "It is a thousand-year-old ancient temple with a long history. It is now occupied by a Taoist priest who is very close to the government. At this time, the monks in the temple are all gone. At that time, the Taoist priest led the officers and soldiers to seal the monastery. As a result, the monks in the monastery could not even take away an ancient book. The county guards in our county did not admire Huang Lao originally, and even the nickname was related to the Buddhist school in the early years. Sing in harmony with the poems of everyone in Wenlin, signed by the "Old Man Escape from Zen". This time, under the order of the imperial court, he immediately became a man of piety and honesty, and his nickname was changed to "Pure Old Man". Soon, I succeeded in establishing a relationship with Wu Lingsu, the great real man in the capital. Last year, I was outstanding in the performance appraisal of Mr. Shishi. Not soon there will be rumors that I will go to the Beijing Ministry of Rites to become a high official."

Leading horse Xu Fengnian frowned and said: "Is there a stone workshop in front of the mountain gate with the inscription "Buddha is now"?"

The head of Zhang Long's scenic spot smiled and said: "The prince is really knowledgeable. There was indeed a stone workshop in front of him. The inscription and couplet were from the hand of the former great book sage. It is a first-class good thing. This time the Taoist priest occupied the territory, and I don’t know who it was and why, and he pushed it to Shifang, and the prince would not be able to see it this time."

Xu Fengnian sighed, and said helplessly: "Xu Xiao had some stories here back then. This time he passed Wucai County and just on the way. I wondered if I could try my luck. I saw the one who had asked Xu Xiao to'put down the butcher knife'. Old monk. Forget it, let's go back."

Zhang Longjing said with emotion: "There is still such a thing? What a pity. I knew that his subordinates should have added tens of thousands of taels of sesame oil to Hanshan Temple that year."

Xu Fengnian smiled and laughed. After he got on the horse, he returned the same way, but there were faintly swaying lights on the side of the small road in the distance. This was not a sight when passing by before. The old spy Song Shanshui was instinctive and immediately alert, but It was soon relieved, not to mention that the prince was one of the four great masters of Wuping who stood on the top of the rivers and lakes. Who would dare to provoke Yuan commander and Xu Yanbing, who acted as a personal follower? Even if these two masters were picked up individually, you wouldn't have the face to greet you if the court did not dispatch seven or eight hundred soldiers and horses? Xu Fengnian has never forgotten the talent. He glanced at the dilapidated earth temple at the flickering place. He slowed down his horseshoe and saw an old man in a shabby coat standing on the side of the road with his hands in his hands. Carrying an oil lamp, there was a sleepy child next to him, and he also wore a worthless leather cap. Yuan Zuozong let go of his heart. He originally thought he was a hidden worldly superior. Now, looking closely at his aura, he is an ordinary late old man, only slightly stronger than his peers.

Xu Fengnian did not dismount his horse, leaned forward, and asked in a gentle voice: "This old man, is there something wrong?"

After all, the old man is getting old, his eyes are not so good, and the night is in the night, so he raised the oil lamp high, and then smiled, "The son is Xu?"

Xu Fengnian was stunned, and asked, "Lao Zhang is an old man in Hanshan Temple?"

The old man smiled and nodded.

Xu Fengnian quickly dismounted in the surprise of Zhang Longjing and Song Shanshui, came to the old man and the child, took out a Buddhist scripture carefully wrapped in silk cloth from his arms, and said: "The master lent this Buddhist scripture to my father back then. , Now it has been borrowed for nearly two decades, and it’s time to return to the original owner."

The old man was not polite. He took the Buddhist scriptures, and then said a vulgar saying that disappointed Zhang Longjing. He saw the old man holding a lantern and touching the hat of the child next to him. He smiled and asked, "Can you give alms?" How much money is the poor monk? There is no grain of rice in the rice jar today."

Xu Fengnian suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Beiliang Tieqi went all the way south, lacking nothing but this irrelevant yellow and white thing. Zhang Longjing, the God of Wealth of Wucai County, was even more stunned. He is not the kind of hate that can't be hanged on his body. The nouveau riche full of gold is just playing with jade pieces, which are not worth a thousand taels of silver. Of course, they will not carry gold and silver this time. Fortunately, the old spies took out a few taels of silver from his body, Xu Fengnian. After taking it over, it was handed over to the old monk of Hanshan Temple, who had a leather hat on his head for warmth, to be precise, the old monk Faxian of Jiangnan famous temple. The old monk did not have the worries of ordinary monks not holding money with his hands. He dignified his sleeves, with some undisguised smiles. The little monk beside the old man smiled even more. When he had money, he would have firewood, rice, oil and salt, so he wouldn’t be hungry. How can you be unhappy?

After receiving the money, the old monk said with emotion: "The court has a purpose, all parts of the Central Plains

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Temple monks are not allowed, and Hanshan Temple is no exception. Some people are still vulgar and some travel far away. Poor monks have also thought about almsgiving in the Northwest, but they are very old, and there is this new disciple around them. Young, and poor monks are generally weak in feet, and this was delayed. Later, I thought, it didn’t matter whether to go to Beiliang or not. When it came to Beiliang, it was just a place where an old monk could settle down. The monk can also give a few more destined people a place of peace of mind. "

Xu Fengnian said sincerely: "Master, I can send someone to send your masters and apprentices to Beiliang. When the world is more peaceful, as long as the master wants to return to the Central Plains at that time, Beiliang will definitely **** the master."

The old monk smiled and shook his head and said: "Donor Xu does not need to spend so much time and effort. The Buddha's origin is wherever it is. Don't force it."

Xu Fengnian didn't force it, and knew that he couldn't force it, so he smiled and said: "My father often mentioned the master, saying that the master is an eminent monk with great Buddhadharma, and he admires it very much."

The old monk laughed loudly, "Xu Xiao benefactor has ridiculed him, although there is only one side, how can the poor monk not know the temper of the old benefactor Xu? Can you not call the poor monk an ignorant old bald donkey? Alright."

Xu Fengnian was speechless, not to mention what he thought, Xu Xiao did indeed talk about the old monk of Hanshan Temple every time he was an old bald donkey, and he even gave the old host the nickname of a butcher knife monk in private. When Xu Feng was young, Xu Feng heard from his mother. Monk Fa Xian was born in a clan of wealthy clans. He entered the Taoist school after resigning and hanging the seal after he resigned and hanged his seal, but he was not there. I practiced in Dashan Mingguan, but chose a remote small mountain to live in seclusion for many years. Later, I converted to Buddhism for some reason. It is said that I had a debate with the former host of Hanshan Temple. In the eyes of the world, he became the host for some reason. Back then, the Xu family’s iron cavalry galloped through the Central Plains, with horseshoes passing by, and the fighting continued. Not to mention the common people’s fear of the Liaodong tiger from the Northeast, the leaders of the Central Plains countries all talked about the discoloration of the tiger. Only the monk Fa Xian ran alone with a Buddhist scripture. At the Xu Family Military Camp, the people who were in the midst of the sky at the time were to lay down the butcher knife. If it weren’t for Wu Su’s obstruction, the monk wouldn’t say that the head fell to the ground. I’m afraid there would be a club and a wife watching him. Xu Xiao had to pinch his nose to pick it up. After passing the Buddhist scriptures, I absently talked a few words with that monk, Chicken and Duck, and then asked people to hurry out of the camp.

Zhang Longjing can be regarded as the Zhang Shoufu of Wucai County. He is a wealthy man in a state. How slick, he said, "Master, there are many people in my family who eat fast and reciting Buddha. Recently, I need to do a few Buddhist things... "

After waiting patiently for Zhang Longjing to finish the dripping wording, the old monk slowly opened his mouth and said: "The donor's kindness and the poor monk's heart are accepted, but it's a pity that what I did at the donor's house is not a Buddha's work."

Just when Zhang Longjing thought that this matter was completely turbulent, he never thought that the old monk would turn around and smiled and said: "If you don't go there, you still have to go, what if you run into someone who is destined?"

Yuan Zuozong and Xu Yanbing looked at each other.

Xu Fengnian didn't look surprised at this, and said sincerely: "This time the imperial court exterminated the Buddha, the reasons are complicated. I won't talk about this horrible thing, but I really hope that the master can tell more people about the Dharma."

The old monk, who was struggling to carry the lamp, changed his hand to the oil lamp, and said calmly: "The poor monk said that the Dharma is one thing, but it is another thing to tell how many people listen to it, and how many people listen to the Dharma is another thing. This Whether there is a Buddhist temple in the world, whether there is a statue of a Buddha, whether there is a Buddhist scripture, whether there is a monk, even whether there is a Buddha, whether there is a Western Heaven, in fact, is not the most important."

The old monk paused for a moment and looked at the young man in front of him, "Just look at the hearts of sentient beings, whether there is any place to put the Dharma on hold. The Dharma is there, the temple is there, the monk is there, and the Buddha is there. Without the Dharma, even all living beings in the world are there. What is the benefit of being a monk?"

Xu Fengnian nodded.

The truth that the old monk said is a bit big, but as long as there is a place for people to stay, the truth is true. Putting Buddhism in a square inch in the mouth of the old monk is a habitat between the great and the smallest. In the past, Xu Fengnian hated the scholars who talked and disliked the fortune tellers who measured the characters and divination. Now, in retrospect, it is probably because I can't stand the kind of language that is not true, especially the former. I know it because I don’t know it. I have already said and listened to you, what to do next is your business. When he was his Royal Highness, Xu Fengnian had quite a lot of opinions on the so-called literati and civil ministers, but before and after hereditary resignation, even if he had two unpleasant experiences in Beijing, his impression of Liyang scholars has changed more and more. Among them are Wang Jijiu, Huang Chang, Han Guzi, Qi Yanglong and so on. These are big figures who are not blindly hostile to Beiliang. Of course, there are also Zhang Julu Huanwen, who have always had a heart for the Beiliang. Column, then Xu Fengnian will open

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page.) Start thinking about a question. Will it be possible for young scholars to grow older and richer in experience to grow into a pillar of the court worthy of anyone’s admiration and the backbone of a country?

Monk Fa Xian glanced at the people around Xu Fengnian for a few moments, and calmed down his genial smile, and asked calmly, "Benevolent Xu, Beiliang has already risen, is he determined to rebel?"

Xu Fengnian shook his head and said: "Don't rebel."

The old monk, who wears a leather cap and a cassock and does not show his identity as a monk, gave a bit of surprise and continued to ask: "Is the prince trying to calm the chaos?"

Xu Fengnian still shook his head and said: "There are imperial decree in Tai'an City, but I definitely can't see it. Probably the two-Huai Dao Jidu Envoy Cai Nan, who is currently in bed, and the economic envoy Han Lin have received the imperial decree. Up."

The old monk frowned and asked: "So Guangling Road needs the Northern Liang Cavalry to help the imperial army counter the rebellion?"

Xu Fengnian continued to shake his head and said: "No need. If I need to, there will not be 10,000 Northern Liang Cavalry behind me. At least 20,000 Youzhou Infantry Army should be added."

At this point in the dialogue, Yuan Zuozong narrowed his eyes, murderous.

After the old monk gave a cry, he asked three questions blankly: "Is Beiliang in the Liyang territory? Are the people of Beiliang Liyang citizens? Is the Beiliang Frontier Army Liyang Army? ?"

Xu Fengnian also nodded blankly and said, "It's all."

The old monk carrying the oil lamp stood in the night and was silent for a long time. He asked: "Dare to ask the King of Northern Liang, the three emperors of Liyang, is there any way to faint the king?"

Xu Fengnian smiled, "Not only there is no, and regardless of the private grievances of the Xu and Zhao family, in fairness, from the heart, the three emperors of the Liyang Zhao family are one of the few in the history books. Talent is Weilue, still winning the founding emperor of Liyang, Zhao Dun's diligence in governing politics and the amount of tolerance are rare in a thousand years. Zhao Zhuan's ambition is lofty, but there is no suspicion of being inferior to the master. Give him ten years of peace and life, and the world will definitely be Haiyan Qingping. ."

The old monk chuckled, then suddenly his smile dissipated, and he said repeatedly: "What a weird thing!"

Xu Fengnian slowly said with his hands in his sleeves: "The master must be wondering why you, as a survivor of the Western Chu, as a monk who had to live in the temple at the foot of the mountain when the temple was destroyed by the closure of the mountain, you can still look at the world today with peace of mind. The prince, will he lead his soldiers to the south for his own personal interests?"

The old monk stared at the young man, looking at his eyes without looking at his face, "Is the prince unspeakable?"

Xu Fengnian laughed at himself: "Yes, but for everyone, it's not worth mentioning."

The old monk gently lifted the oil lamp in his hand, "Really not worth mentioning? The poor monk is so old and faint, he can't recognize the road without lifting the oil lamp, and he can't see people or see you. Isn't it equally worth mentioning? Maybe everyone in the world is, but the poor monk is not at this moment."

Xu Fengnian wanted to speak but stopped.

The old monk seemed to say to himself: "This world is very weird, the barren land of Beiliang must be guarded by the tiger and wolf teacher under the Xu family. Xu Xiao must be sitting in order to shock Beimang, otherwise it will not Even Gu Jiantang can’t hold on to others. At the same time, cutting the domain is the general trend. If the Xu family is lucky enough to defeat Beimang, it will be as difficult as climbing the sky if the Xu family is lucky. The confidant’s confidant will add to the flames, and want to do the dragon's help from the minister of the dragon. Therefore, the emperor of the Liyang Zhao family is very embarrassed to the Beiliang and the Xu family. He is the emperor, but he can only let it go. Civil and military officials and scholars curse people, but Beiliang Iron Knight can only be surnamed Xu, thunder can not move. Later, a scholar surnamed Zhang became a high official, and came up with a way to let Beiliang and Beimang consume each other, the best is to kill the net. ."

Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "Yes, in the eyes of the court, it is a dog biting a dog~IndoMTL.com~The old monk glanced at the young prince.

Xu Fengnian said frankly: "If it is said that my Xu family is so exhausted that the court does not regard the people of Beiliang as the people of Liyang, I will recognize it, and Xu Xiao will also recognize it."

The old monk became silent.

Xu Fengnian stood there, a little lost, "Take a step back and say that it was my Xu family who caused the North Liang border army to die generously, but it was unable to show its bravery. I also admit it."

A young feudal lord and an elderly monk, the two sides talked about this step, the old spy subconsciously reached out and held the cold knife on his waist, but Yuan Zuozong gently pressed the old spy’s arm and shook it at the angry old man. Shook his head.

Xu Fengnian's sleeves are in front of him, and those young people who are farming in the country are chatting about the harvest with an elder. There is no resentment in the words, and there will be no fierceness, just pulling home. , It’s like saying that the weather will rain and quickly harvest the grain from the sun-dried rice field. How can it be rainy this spring and this year should be a few more burdens of rice than last year.

(End of this chapter)

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