The two great victories outside the Tianmen Pass and at the foot of the Fenbi Mountain finally stopped after the war in March in the northern border of Qianyuan.

After this battle, the north is safe again.

In March, the Qinguan army suffered more than 60,000 casualties, and the flags were displayed on the exercise ground, and the wounded, sick and disabled soldiers were among them, and the Qianyuan Emperor's flag was still hunting in the cold wind, but the traces of blood could still be seen on the Qinguan army.

The soldiers and soldiers from each city who came from Xiongzhou through the Yamen were killed and wounded, and they returned to the city to receive the reward with the reward document issued by the military and political yamen of the Qinguan Army.

The rest were 80,000 surviving soldiers, as well as the 300 Yasukuni sergeants, and everyone in the audience had different expressions on their faces, some were happy for the upcoming reward, and some were speechless when they looked at the blood on the big silk.

This battle emptied the military reserves of Tianmen Pass, but it also aroused the enthusiasm of Qianyuan Erlang.

The war is over, and it is indispensable to reward meritorious deeds, and the sword-wielding young man was called to the army and went to the military platform.

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Xiongzhou, Xiangfu.

The big housekeeper Xiang An entered the back hall with two sandalwood boxes in his arms, and the old man of the Xiang family, who was sitting and drinking tea, looked at the wooden box and couldn't help sighing.

Xiang An put the wooden box on the table, bowed down and said, "Master, Liu Ye and Zen Master Jirong refuse to accept it." ”

The old man of the Xiang family smiled bitterly: "The rules and truths, this one is a bad skin and a monk, they all understand better than me, an old fool." ”

However, Zen Master Jirong asked the old slave to bring back a sentence. ”

"What?"

"It's not as good as two jars of bamboo. ”

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Linzhou.

Longyan Temple Mountain Gate.

Longyan Temple, as usual, pilgrims and believers are very numerous, from the mountain Shinto down a few monks, the first is an old monk dressed in pale yellow seven clothes, Buddhist monks are named after the number of strips of cloth, and all kinds of clothes must be worn in different environments.

It is roughly divided into five clothes, seven clothes and ancestral clothes.

From the name Dayi, the small clothes sewn into the five strips of cloth are commonly known as the five clothes, which are worn when cleaning and working.

The seven strips of cloth sewn are called seven clothes, which are worn on weekdays, and the coats sewn from nine to twenty-five strips are called ancestral clothes, which are worn when they go out or meet their elders.

Usually monks wear seven clothes when going out to hang the ancestral robe on the left and right shoulders is the shoulder method, when preaching the ancestral robe hanging on the left shoulder on the bare right shoulder called it bias right shoulder, the emperor of the previous dynasty has clearly edicted the world, stipulating the color of the monks' clothing, the monks often wear brown clothes and green silk jade robes, the monks who preach the scriptures jade clothes and green silk light red robes, the monks wear soap clothes and black silk light red robes, and later the general monks wear black clothes, this is the difference between the Middle Earth Liberation Gate and the Western Regions Liberation Gate, the outer land Liberation Gate strictly prohibits monks from wearing black clothes.

Since the first emperor ruled the world, he no longer forcibly asked for the color of monks' clothes, until the emperor of the dynasty intended to give the Taoist monks purple clothes and scarlet clothes to show their identity.

The old monk is thin and old, his face is wrinkled, his eyebrows are like snow, his eyes are slightly closed, the cork Buddha beads in his hand are slowly twisted, the Buddha beads in the hands of the old monk are different from other monks, usually the Buddha beads in the hands of the monks are about eighteen or twenty-one, the most common is one hundred and eight should be and the world one hundred and eight troubles, the top grade monks have one thousand and eight but very few, the Buddha beads in the hands of the ancient old monks are different from others, and there are forty-eight beads on the rope that fit the forty-eight vows of Amitabha Buddha.

The old monk was dressed in a seven-robed robe and walked side by side with a monk with yellow hair in a yellow robe, seeing that he was about to reach the mountain gate, the monk with a yellow robe stopped his steps, folded his hands and chanted the Buddha's number and said: "Abbot Huicong stays." ”

If it is said that the most profound Buddhism in the world, this ancient old monk is afraid that it is well deserved, and the abbot of Hui Cong looked at the mountain gate and saluted back: "Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, thousands of miles of rivers and seas will eventually have a crossing, Master Hongyuan will do it himself." ”

Master Hongyuan, who came from Kuzen Mountain in the Western Regions, bowed his head and said, "Yes, it is really a blessing in this life to be able to sit with Master Huicong to worship the Buddha on this trip. ”

After saying that, Master Hongyuan looked up at the towering Xishan Mountain, and couldn't help but sigh: "If it weren't for the fact that Master Shengran had already arrived in Taihe City and waited for His Majesty the Emperor to wait for Master Huicong's respect, the little monk would still want to bother in the temple for a few more days and finish arguing with the master about the twenty-eight qualities of the Myoho-renge-kyo." ”

Abbot Hui Cong couldn't help but sigh: "Master Hongyuan's profound Buddhism has not been seen in his life, regret and regret, Buddhism is boundless, he will recount it in the future, and he must have a different opinion." ”

"Okay, the Holy Lord's establishment of the Buddha Punishment Department is to let me and other monks argue and preach, and there is no hurry. Master Hongyuan looked quite regretful, turned his head to look at the wanton East China Sea, and continued: " Lingzhou belongs to Qianyuan, Kuzen Mountain is naturally the release of the Qianyuan land, for many years I live in the mountains for the outside of the world do not know much, now Kuzen Mountain into Zhongzhou, the world of Kuzen Mountain when a small amount of effort, now the magic sword was born I am afraid that the soul will be ruined, but unfortunately Kuzen Mountain and the Central Plains martial artists have little intercourse, there is much inconvenience in acting, and also bother Longyan Temple to rank high monks to consume their minds, for the safety of the people in the world If there is a need for us, Kuzen Mountain will help each other, and be driven by respect. ”

After speaking, Master Hongyuan bowed down the mountain, and a group of monks from Longyan Temple sang Buddha's praise.

Seeing the Hongyuan Master of Kuzen Mountain descending the mountain, a middle-aged monk Shi Li asked, "Is the abbot returning to the top of the Buddha?"

The old abbot Hui Cong looked at the back of Master Hongyuan leaving, and his eyes were complicated: "Canglan Courtyard, I haven't seen the calm East China Sea for a long time." ”

The middle-aged monk looked at the waves on the sea and wondered, "Calm?"

The old abbot Hui Cong squinted at the sea, watched the monstrous waves crash against the reef, and muttered, "How calm." ”

Outside the Canglan Courtyard, the abbot of Hui Cong, dressed in a light yellow seven clothes, stood against the railing, looking at the unbridled East China Sea and was silent, his three-inch white beard dancing with the sea breeze, and his old pupils reflected the scattered waves.

For a long time, the old monk did not say a word, let the beard and clothes horns hunt in the sea breeze, a group of young monks did not dare to disturb, bowed down and waited in front of the Canglan Courtyard, the footsteps were soft, the great monk Hui Neng holding the green dragon Zen staff entered the Canglan Courtyard, looking at the abbot brother standing silently in the wind and couldn't help but sigh slightly, shook his head and said: "You go down first." ”

"Yes. ”

When the monks heard Uncle Huineng's words, they folded their hands and bowed to retreat, and the Qinglong monk Huineng slowly walked to the side of the old monk Huicong, and stood quietly with the abbot, looking at the turbulent sea.

The two stood still for a long time, and the Qinglong monk Hui Neng took the lead in breaking the silence and chuckled: "Why are you so greedy for the waves and scenery on the sea?

Abbot Huicong, who hadn't spoken for a long time, chuckled: "I'm a little envious of Na Jirong. ”

The Qinglong monk Hui Neng watched the waves explode and converge, and after the aggregation exploded, he said slowly: "A mad monk envies him for what he does, and he only knows how to drink wine and eat meat and break the vows all day long. ”

Abbot Huineng, who has been enlightened all his life, laughed at himself, "When will I be able to live a clear and free life like him." ”

Huineng thought of the figure of the mad monk in his mind, and bowed slightly, "I'm afraid it's difficult in this life." ”

Abbot Huineng, who has been extremely transparent for more than 70 years, grew old, but there were a few doubts in his heart, "The monks are innocent people, so aren't the martial artists in the world the people?"

Monk Huineng, who was holding the Qinglong Zen staff, shook his head and said, "Yes, but there are also people among the people who want you to live, and some people don't want you to live, I can't tell you about it." ”

Abbot Hui Cong turned to look at the top of the Buddha of Naxi Mountain, leaning on the railing, a rare laziness for more than 70 years, "If you put on a purple dress for this Buddha top, you can't spend it, if you don't put on this purple clothes, who can save this mountain monk." ”

When the Qinglong monk heard this, he also looked back at the top of the Buddha shining in the sun, and chuckled: "Everything is suffering, and the only way is to live by yourself." ”

The Qinglong monk paused and said: "Wu Kui, who grabbed the sword, is a little interesting, not as crazy as Xishu Xie Wuxian back then. ”

Abbot Hui Cong thought about the news from the mountain in the past few days, the light city that took the magic sword and Chang'an City Jin Sanye fought inseparably, it is said that that day Chang'an City fell from the sky, the old monk couldn't help sighing: "Today is difficult to guarantee tomorrow, he will be able to be inseparable from that Jin Dengyun when he first gets the light city, if he is given time, I am afraid that no one can restrain him, if he enters the devil again at that time, then pity the people of the world." ”

The Qinglong monk looked directly at the scorching sun's rays without shaking his eyes, staring straight at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, and couldn't help but think, yes, it would be good if this person was like the sun, and if he was out of this world, he didn't have to worry, just look down on all things, but does the sun have any troubles?

Thinking of this, Hui Neng couldn't help but chuckle, "Whether you wear this purple clothes or not, the sword will be found." ”

Abbot Hui Cong remembered the stubborn monk holding an iron rod and shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Yes, they all have to be found, after Senior Brother Huijie passed away, no one in this world can convince this Ding Yi." ”

The Qinglong monk counted the time, "It's been more than a month since I went down the mountain, and there is no wind on the rivers and lakes." ”

"I'm afraid that Ding Yi messed up the Buddha's heart because of the light city, thirty years ago on this Xi Mountain, you had the best chance to touch the threshold of the saint, because the light city went down the mountain to eliminate the demon and messed up the Buddha's heart, twenty years later, this Ding Yi became you at that time, and now I am afraid that he will become the current you. The old abbot turned over and looked at the choppy waves and sighed: "Everyone in the world says that there has never been a saint in the Yusheng Realm in the past three hundred years, but who knows that there has not been a monk in the Buddha Sect for four hundred and seventy years. ”

Qinglong monk Huineng shook his head, "It's because I'm stupid and difficult to understand Buddhism, and I can't complain about other things." ”

The old abbot Huicong asked and answered himself, "The old man is confused, what does the Buddha's heart have to do with other things, isn't the Buddha's heart when he drinks wine and eats meat, just like the water of the East China Sea, let it be stirred by the sea breeze and rolled into huge waves and broken and splashed on the reef and gravel, or splashed by gulls and birds and carried away thousands of miles to the end, isn't it still a handful of water, but I have seen some other scenes that have not been seen in the sea, or assimilated by fresh water or evaporated by the scorching sun. ”

The two old monks outside the Canglan Courtyard stood side by side, smiling wryly.

After a long time, the abbot Hui Cong said softly: "After the death of the old master of Wudang, this Wang Sijiu prefers to be pure and inactive, I don't know if this Wudang is willing to go down the mountain to find a sword, or you can try it." ”

The Qinglong monk Hui Neng stood alone, and said with his head bowed: "Lead the abbot's decree." ”