"Daddy, Daddy!"

"Daddy, what is this?"

"Daddy, what's that?"

"Daddy,......"

"Daddy, if you ignore me again, I'll go to Qingliang Temple on the mountain, find that big monk, and shave a big bald head!"

"Alright, alright, don't mess with Little Star. ”

The thatched hut door opened, and a little boy who looked like he was seven or eight years old stepped out.

The little boy was dressed in a coarse linen coat, a pair of black cloth shoes, his hands were stained with engine oil, black, and his face was also black piece by piece, and he was like a big cat. Around his neck, a metal hollow ball was hung with a red rope, on which were carved two building trees and a pair of mandarin ducks.

His name is Mo Xing, and he is the son of Mo Kongchen. Mo Kongchen became a widower eight years ago when Mo Xing was born, citing his wife's difficult birth.

His wife had an ill-fated young age, and after following him, she continued to travel for years until she was about to get married.

After years of traveling, she had already fallen ill, so she died very early. After his wife died, Mo Kongchen lived in these two dilapidated houses, trying to pull the child up, so he didn't go anywhere.

Mo Kongchen walked out of the grass hut. He looked much older than he had been eight years ago, and his face was swarthy and resolute. A wrench in his hand.

The two grass houses covered by the ink and dust are at the foot of Shishou Mountain, and the Qingliang Temple is on the mountainside of Shishou Mountain, the mountain is not high, and there are few monks in the temple, only one abbot with an apprentice as his neighbor.

The abbot's name is Jueqing, and the apprentice's name is Ming. The golden statue in the temple was eroded by the gold lacquer, and the soil inside was cracked. Jueqing is not worried at all, the vegetable garden on the mountain is very large, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is also very clean, he feels that as long as he can eat and wear without worry, and can read a few scriptures, he is very satisfied. And the apprentice Lai Ming is just as big as Mo Xing, carefree every day, except for worrying about reciting scriptures, just playing with Mo Xing.

"Little donor, I'm here uninvited! If you really want to shave your head, I'll raise my hands in approval!" Jueqing had come down from the mountain at some point, and said to Mo Xing with a smile.

"You're here. Mo Kongchen nodded to Jueqing, then turned his head and said, "Mo Xing - go back to my room to endorse!"

"Ahh

Then let me ask you, what is the next sentence of "see the virtuous and not be in a hurry"? ”

"Hmm...... Be...... Be...... I remembered! It's "then slow down the king, non-virtuous and unanxious, non-virtuous and non-virtuous have no worries about the country"! Daddy, I recite it!

"Okay! Promise you, go up the mountain and play with the little monk for an hour! Don't miss it!"

"Thank you, Daddy!" Mo Xing ran up the hill with a puff of smoke.

Qingliang Temple.

"I'm here to play with you!"

"Mo Xiao donor, it's better to come early than to come soon!"

In a thatched hut at the foot of the mountain.

"Don't mistake the donor, have you paid off all the debts you borrowed outside?" asked Jueqing.

"Of course," Mo Kongchen said, "if I borrow money outside, I won't be able to sleep well." ”

"Where's the pawn shop?"

"Pawnshop...... I think there must have been two or three knick-knacks I made and threw them there. ”

"Yes. Jueqing lightly tapped the Zen staff in his hand, "In the future, the donor must be careful." ”

"How?"

"Someone's eyeing the donor's baby. ”

"Huh?" Mo Kongchen was stunned, "What treasure do I have?"

"I don't know," Jueqing shook his head, "maybe it's the Book of Ink." ”

"Poof-" Mo Kongchen smiled, "Most of what the "Book of Ink" says is the great principle of the family and the country, and it is in "Mencius" and "Analects", what are others doing if they covet this?"

"The donor asked the poor monk to ask who is going. Jueqing shook his head, "Last night, there were two merchants staying in the poor monk's temple, so I arranged for them to be in the house, and the poor monk himself recited the scriptures in the library pavilion. In the middle of the night, when the candles were about to burn out, the poor monk forgot about the two of them, and wanted to go into the house to find the candles, but he heard the two benefactors talking. ”

"What?"

"I don't really hear it, it roughly means that they are here to find a treasure that is among the best on the "Heavenly Machine God Guan List", it seems to be ...... Not here to do business. ”

"The Heavenly Machine God Closes the List?"

"Didn't you tell the poor monk that you were a disciple of the Organ Sect. ”

"But where did you hear about the Heavenly Machine God Guanbang?"

"Who did you forget?"

He shook his head again

"Bookcase without tailoring, bookcase - you mean Mr. Bookcase?"

"Not bad. However, your Heavenly Machine God Guan List has always been flexible, and it is often updated and iterated, what exactly they are trying to do," Jueqing shook his head again, "I don't know. As for whether there are other people who covet you, it is not even for the poor monk to know. ”

Jueqing pushed open the door and left without taking a sip of tea.

"Hmph, it's hard to talk to this old monk, and I can't say a word clearly for a long time. ”

Evening –

Mo Xingxing rushed to push the door in.

"Daddy, I'm back!"

"You're late, a quarter of an hour late. ”

"Na- that, I'll just memorize a few more words......"

"It's not a matter of memorizing a few more sentences, it's a question of whether your kid can be punctual—— when it comes to endorsement, bring the book. ”

"Yes!"

Mo Xing brought "Mozi" to Mo Kongchen.

"Remember the trick I taught you?"

"Remember, remember, Daddy kept saying I started teaching me this ...... when I was a year old."

"Don't gossip. Now, sit cross-legged, close your eyes, and take out the tricks for a week. ”

Mo Xing sat down and began to practice the trick of spitting.

"Suck ...... Call...... Suck...... Whew......"

The week ended quickly.

"How do you feel?"

"That...... Does it count if you calm down?"

The corners of Mo Kongchen's mouth twitched: "Count." - Don't stop, why don't you stay?"

"Suck ...... Call...... Suck...... Whew......"

"You keep it, I read, you listen to me. "Ink Sky Dust Road.

"Suck ...... Call...... Suck...... Whew......"

"Today, there is a person who enters the garden and steals his peaches and plums, and the public hears that it is not the case, and the politician will be punished. ”

"Why is this self-interested? ”

"Those who are the most unrighteous dogs, pigs, and dolphins are even more likely to steal peaches and plums from people's gardens. The more people are lost, the more unkind they are, and the more sinful they become. ”

“............”

"Now that the country is attacked by great injustice, then it will know what is wrong, so it will be praised, and it will be called righteousness, which can be described as the difference between righteousness and injustice?"

"Suck ...... Call...... Suck...... ...... "Mo Xing probably understood, thinking in his heart, "I don't seem to have memorized this paragraph." ”

"Killing a man is unjust, and he is guilty of death. If we say this, if we kill 10 people, we will be guilty of 10 capital crimes, and if we kill 100 people, we will be guilty of 100 capital crimes. At this time, all the gentlemen in the world know that it is not righteous, and it is called unrighteousness. ”

"Now that the country is attacked by great injustice, it will know what is wrong, so it will be praised and called righteousness. If you know its injustice, Fu Xi says that it is unrighteous to leave it to future generations. ”

"Suck ...... Call...... Suck...... Calling ......" Mo Xing listened to his father's reading and listened to the loud interrogation of the land, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Yes, taking people's lives for no reason is a great crime, and people who kill tens of millions of lives for no reason are called heroes?

(The officials should give a recommendation ticket! Kneel and beg for three times!)