Jiang Li didn't reply, he raised his eyes to look directly at Liu Zhen, his pupils were darker than the night, and a majesty of a natural superior emanated from it, as if anyone could only surrender and bow down in front of him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is not the chess son of Great Wei. It's a player who only exists in the dark night.

Liu Zhen sighed, folded his shirt, bent his knees, and bowed his head: "The son is angry, and Zhen is willing to die: In the chess game, there are only interests, and it has nothing to do with Fengyue." There can be thousands of charming people around the child, but there must be no sincere people. This is more clear than in the next place. ”

Jiang Li looked at Liu Zhen's back and didn't call him up. There were thousands of complex surges in his eyes, as if he was looking at Liu Zhen, and as if he was looking at a void somewhere.

There is a beautiful woman Yan Ruyu there, and there is a promise of a thousand gold, but the servants jumped into the dye vat one after another, white turned black, black turned white, the white prime minister knew that he still pressed the sword, and Zhu Men Xianda laughed and played the crown, after all, the amorous one is tired, and the one who has a heart dies.

After a long time, Jiang Licai's eyes flashed, and the majesty of his body instantly converged, and he became the gentleman with a steep demeanor.

"Mr. Fron, please. Jiang Li held on to his face, and there was a wisp of tiredness between his eyebrows, "I naturally remember it clearly." But ......"

"Childe!" Liu Zhen interrupted Jiang Li's words suddenly, and kowtowed a little anxiously, "The higher you stand, the more lonely you are." The cocoon party is the marquis, and the Lingding is the prime minister. In the chess game, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at Childe, and as long as Childe makes a half-wrong move, it will be a fatal death!"

Jiang Li grinned suddenly, but although the smile was a laugh, it was more sad than crying: "It turns out that this is a mess." Sir, get up and talk again. ”

Jiang Li leaned down and helped Liu Zhen with his own hands: "Sir, don't worry." I have my own plan. Whether it is black or white, whether it is wrong or wrong, no matter how treacherous the chess game is, no matter how different Kyushu is, it is all under my control. ”

This somewhat domineering sentence was said lightly by Jiang Li, if others would be laughed at arrogantly, but on Jiang Li, Mr. Fu Long did not doubt it at all.

In this way, I can rest assured. Liu Zhen stroked his beard and smiled with satisfaction.

The evening breeze in the bamboo forest is rustling, blowing thousands of bamboos and rolling waves, and the silver man in the sky is flowing like a fluorescent lantern at the tip of the leaf, no one has noticed a scene in this barren bamboo forest, but it seems that there are many pairs of eyes staring here.

Only the Yutang Pavilion in the night, the Fusang swaying under the window, and the shadow of the flowers is sparse. After Fusang thanks, it is the rebloom of Mulan.

The ancient precept of the Great Wei Dynasty: All the gifts of the Son of Man are warm in winter and in summer, and quiet and morning provinces. Serving and going to bed at night, because the old lady often pondered chess until midnight, it was abandoned, but in the morning, the provincial greeting was strictly observed by the Xin Mansion. Except for special circumstances, all the people of the Xin clan in the whole province must greet the old lady at the time of the hour.

However, on this day, the sky was bright, and the cool air on the bluestone slab had not yet dissipated. Cilan Hall sounded the sound of worship.

The old lady Xin Zhou had just woken up, and was freshening up under the service of banana leaves, and when she heard the rumor that "the sixth girl Xin Yi greeted the old lady", she raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Come so early?" It's just that these six girls rarely greet each other diligently, and it is also a rare thing. Let her in. ”

Someone responded, and then the bamboo curtain was lifted, Xin Yi lowered his head and walked in, and went to the hall to say goodbye: "My granddaughter asks my grandmother good morning." Did Grandmother sleep well last night?"

Xin Zhoushi smiled, she waved her hand to let the banana leaf retreat: "If the sixth girl has anything, just say it." Otherwise, with your idle nature, you would not be willing to leave your bed early in the morning. ”

"Grandmothers used to make fun of their granddaughters. Xin Yi covered her lips and smiled, like a docile and well-behaved junior, she stepped forward with great eyesight, and took over the banana leaf to comb the old lady's hair, "Grandmother, granddaughter does have something to ask grandmother for advice." ”

Xin Zhou didn't speak for a while, she quietly watched Xin Yi comb her hair in the bronze mirror, the latter gathered her hair strands, circled like a snail, and placed it on the top of her head, which was a single snail bun, and then pinned a sandalwood lotus double-strand hairpin.

Xin Zhou's frowning silently: "How do you comb this hair?" ”

"The granddaughter of the Taoist priest doesn't know, but only Buddhism is prevalent in the Great Wei Dynasty, and it is a national style. Xin Yi put down the white horn comb and smiled gently, "The granddaughter saw that her grandmother also copied Buddhist scriptures on weekdays, so why did she still get involved with Taoism, a Buddhist enemy." ”

Xin Zhou's eyes flashed, and he smiled meaningfully: "The six girls never ask about ghosts and gods, but now they talk about Buddhism with their grandmothers. I think I can solve the questions in the hearts of the six girls, but?"

"Grandmother was really clever. Xin Yi used the tone of a storyteller and nodded playfully, "My granddaughter occasionally read the Buddhist scriptures today, and saw that the monk had ring scars on each head, ranging from three to twelve, and the scars were not good-looking and painful, which was really funny." ”

Xin Zhou's strange voice feigned anger: "Unobtrusive, what is weird." It is branded when the believer takes the ordination to show his sincerity. You girl, you really disrespect the Buddha. There are nine upasai ordinations, and three novices. The twelve are the highest bodhisattva vows (Note 1), and it is not as much as you want. Only those who practice Buddha every day, worship sincerely, and have high morality and high attainments in Buddhism are qualified to take the twelve bodhisattva vows. ”

Xin Yi's heart moved slightly, and he lowered his voice: "Isn't that only twelve high-ranking monks have attained the Tao?"

"Basically. Cultivating Buddha for decades of enlightenment, twelve bodhisattva vows, flowers bloom to see Buddha. In other words, except for the monks who traveled all over the world, all the monks who practiced in the temples and those who had attained the bodhisattva vows were mostly elders presiding over the abbots. Xin Zhoushi spoke eloquently.

"After decades of practice, isn't it true that the bodhisattva vows are all white-bearded old men?" Xin Yi said in a playful tone of the youngest daughter, but her fingertips secretly clenched the Jinpa.

Because she clearly remembered that the monk who had a private meeting with Xin Ling had twelve ring scars on his head.

Bodhisattva vows. This is her only clue. However, the suspicion is that the monk is about thirty years old, with a young and handsome face, and he is by no means a white-bearded old man or the like.

"Stinky girl, you're disrespecting the Buddha again. Your mouth is really as clean as you. Xin Zhou shook his head helplessly, but the explanation was not slow, "Naturally, there are exceptions." For example, in our Chang'an City, there are several large temples to preside, at a young age, that is, to attain the avenue, and to preside over a temple in the year of establishment, it is not necessary to say that the Buddha is deep. ”

The last sentence set off a monstrous wave in Xin Yi's heart.

He was about thirty years old. Age matching. Presiding, the master of a temple, cultivating the twelve bodhisattva vows. The clues deserve it.

The presiding officer of the big temple is not a nameless wandering monk. There is a name in the treasure book, and there are many pilgrims among the people, and you can find out the monk who matched with Xin Ling's mandarin duck that day.

"It turns out that there is a Buddha fate in cultivating Buddha. People like granddaughters probably don't have Buddha fate, and in this life, they can only listen to Mr. Storyteller talk about fox spirits and little monks. Xin Yi's heart surged with thousands of thoughts and surged to her face, but it only turned into a gentle smile of her youngest daughter, "Grandmother is afraid that it is time for breakfast, and if you want to come to the rooms, you should also come to say hello." The granddaughter retired first. ”

exegesis

1. Bodhisattva vows: The twelve precepts are called the bodhisattva vows. But as long as you show enough sincerity, you can brand. The amount of scars is not directly related to identity. This article stipulates that the bodhisattva vows are presiding, but they are only needed for fiction.