Zhou Bangyan boasted in "Juice Fu" that Bianliang "the net of the gods of Tianhe, the palace of Ziwei Taiyi, and the imitation of the law is like in Wanhao", of course, it also shows that Bianliang does have the spirit of a tyrant in peacetime, but this hegemony is becoming more and more inclined to economic prosperity and flashiness, and the drunken Bianjing is constantly sinking in the bustling market tiles. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Fang wandered with the lively crowd also tended to follow, from Jinlou Street to Panlou Street, walking through the East and West Chicken Alley, the quaint shops are lined up, all kinds of endless sounds fill his ears, and the exotic ancient style market makes him feel both novel and excited. In particular, the bustling market outside the Donghua Gate is comparable to the commercial streets of later generations.

A burst of fragrance came, and Fang Lu couldn't help but look for it. But I saw that it was a roast chicken shop, and there were words "Song Family Burning Chicken" on it. He didn't feel that his mouth was watering, so he bought a chicken for a hundred and ten dollars, asked the guy about the beautiful places nearby, and then looked for the direction of the Wuzhang River in the outer city.

There are four rivers flowing through Bianliang, Bianhe, Caihe, Jinshui River and Wuzhang River, Wuzhang River flows from the Northeast Water Gate, crosses Mahang Street, and flows out from Xinshuozao Gate. Along the Mahang Street through the Fengqiu Gate, walk forward is the east-west Qinghui Bridge, under the bridge is the Wuzhang River. The peach and plum on the riverbank stand side by side, the clear clouds and green trees, the mixed flowers and green bushes, between spring and summer, look at it like embroidery.

There are cargo boats and painting boats coming and going on the river, and porters shouting trumpets passing by the river from time to time.

Fang wandered down the Chunhui Bridge, and sat down against a willow tree by the river. At the turn of spring and summer, the willows by the river are still clinging, and the breeze is breezy and pleasant. Towards the scale of the water waves, high-spirited, there is an urge to sprinkle a soak in the water of the Xiaoxiao River. I took out the roast chicken and ate it, and after a while, I realized that there was no pot of wine to help the fun, although the amount of wine was average.

A richly decorated painting boat swam by, and the people on the boat pointed at him. A woman's giggling voice came: "Hey! It was a good time in late spring, but I saw a flower monk in strange clothes stealing meat, sisters, sins and sins, Amitabha! There was laughter on the boat.

Fang Luo snorted lightly, spit out a bone, thought for a while, and replied loudly with a clear throat: "Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart!" Amitabha Buddha ...... "This is a Zen phrase for the ages, and it has not yet been born, so it should be possible to convince these women immediately like other travelers." He couldn't help but feel proud in his heart, and he was expected to board the ship and stay overnight in the beauties...... Hee-hee......

The laughter on the boat stopped. Everyone didn't expect that this flower monk had some Zen words. Although these women are Qing people, most of them believe in Buddhism to talk about sustenance, on the one hand, they have accepted their fate, and on the other hand, they hope that the Buddha can bless them with a good home as soon as possible.

"Thief monk! I don't know where to steal this sentence from the teacher! Xue'er said to the little lady resentfully. They passed by in the distance, happened to see this scene, and when they heard the monk's words, they stopped with great interest to stop and watch the battle.

After a moment of silence, a woman with a crisp voice retorted:

"'Whoever kills living beings eats more people, and if people don't eat, there is no killing, so eating meat is the same crime as killing', as a disciple of Buddhism, you are so confused, do you still have a Buddha in your heart!" ”

Your uncle's ...... This sentence immediately extinguished Fang Yao's little pride. Hmph, it's on a bar with the uncle, right, if you're a bar! I'm going to do it! Fang Luo said slightly angrily:

"Ahem! The Heart Sutra says: Color is emptiness, emptiness is color...... Whether it is meat or vegetarian, the poor monk has already put it down, why can't the donor let it go? ”

The Qing people were choked for a while, where did the wild monk come from was called Huazi, and he could speak with a small mouth.

At this time, a passing painting boat stopped, and a white-faced man with a lewd smile on the boat saluted the Qing people from afar, and took over the topic: "Haha! Dare to ask the monk, since you have let go, everything is empty, if it is a piece of shit, do you dare to eat it? ”

Those Qingqi people couldn't help but frown, despising the man's vulgar words, but they felt that it was very good, and it was up to the flower monk to deal with it, and they began to laugh snickering.

"Haha, auntie, do you say that the thief monk eats or not?"

Cher clapped her hands and gloated.

"Stinky girl, what a pleasure, bah, it's so vulgar!" The little lady blamed on her lips, but she wanted to see how the monk responded.

I'll go...... Listening to the man's troubles, Fang Qian felt a little heifer galloping in his heart. Is this the encounter with a master in the literary world? Start the talent showdown session? He wiped his oily mouth, and replied loudly without changing his face: "Amitabha, if the son can spit out dog shit in his mouth, the poor monk can eat the ......" After speaking, his heart was nauseous, and he looked at the half of the dead chicken in his hand, and he had no appetite.

The man wanted to show himself in front of all the beauties, but when he heard this, his face immediately turned red and he was speechless in embarrassment.

The people of the Qing Dynasty had no position, and they couldn't help but applaud in their hearts, this monk not only ridiculed the man's unsatisfactory speech, but also blocked the other party's difficulties, which was really eloquent.

"Clever words, carving insect skills! Hum! Cher said unconvinced.

The little lady admired it, but suddenly remembered his sentence "I'm happy", and couldn't help but feel a little angry.

Fang Luo saw that everyone had nothing to say, and couldn't help but take a bite of chicken proudly, and said in his heart, Lao Tzu has come from a thousand years later, and he is more shameless than shameless to see who is shameless! If you have the ability, shoot at me!

But there are Qing people who are not convinced, after all, their hearts are high, how can they lose to this monk who looks like a beggar, and said in a shrill voice: "The precepts of Buddhism, those who do not speak evilly, say not to speak harshly and insult others, that is, to stop the goodness of evil words." He does not speak evilly, but does what is good with soft words. You, a monk, speak vulgarly and break a precept, how should you sophistry? ”

, didn't Lao Tzu just eat a chicken? You little hens are still chattering, one day, Lao Tzu will eat you all! Fang Luo was very depressed in his heart, rolled his eyes, and replied with a deep breath: "Amitabha, the poor monk is also waiting for Duer. Non-poor monks have evil mouths, the so-called Buddha in the heart, the practice of compassion, there is in the heart, there is evil mouth. Born from the heart, what the poor monk said was just the state of mind of the son. And the poor monks are willing to break the vows with their bodies, precisely in order to guide you to goodness, and all the sufferings are borne by our Buddhism. I don't go to hell, who does...... Amitabha Buddha ......, "Anyway, I am not a monk, so the Buddha will bear it, and the Buddha will forgive it." Fang Xuan exhaled.

"It's really shameless, the thief monk is obviously so obscene, but what he says is so righteous and awe-inspiring!" Cher stomped her foot and said hatefully.

"There's some truth to what he said," the little lady nodded slightly. "Born from the heart...... It's not bad......"

More and more painting boats on the river stopped, as if people were concerned about this interesting debate, and a group of people could not say that they were more than a monk. The people on the ship talked a lot, and there were even more sailors who coaxed them.

A handsome scholar asked in a loud voice: "If everyone is like the master who transgresses the etiquette and law, the monks do not abide by the rules of the monks, the family does not abide by the family law, and the people do not abide by the law of the country, and they all act with the attitude of 'I will not go to hell, who will go to hell', wouldn't they all go to hell?" After speaking, he looked at the people around him to see if they agreed with his words.

His words were very pertinent, and everyone just stared at Fang to see how he responded. The white-faced man also recovered from his embarrassment and stared at Fang Luo coldly.

"Humph! Stinky monk, look at what you say, so many people will make it difficult for you to be in the Bianjing realm! Cher was happy again.

"Cher, you don't understand. This will make him famous, and I don't think tomorrow the whole of Bianjing will sing about it. ”

The little lady whispered. In her heart, this person is still quite knowledgeable, but he is too Meng Lang and too arrogant.

"Xue'er only knows that the eldest lady has good things to say for him, hehe, isn't it ......" Xue'er said to the young lady with a smile.

"Stinky girl, what nonsense, how can I ...... such a man"

Before he finished speaking, his face turned red.

"Yes, yes, my good aunt, men in the world must have the ambition of Wang Xianggong, Mr. Su's talent, and Mr. Shushui's (Sima Guang)'s moral character is in the eyes of the young lady." Xue'er smiled with a grimace, "I'm afraid this kind of man is rare to smell in the world." ”

"Stinky girl, look for a fight!" The little lady's face turned even redder, and she waved at Xue'er, but when she heard the monk's voice, she continued to listen.

"Amitabha...... Hell is not empty, you will not become a Buddha, all sentient beings will be exhausted, and Bodhi will be proven. If you want to go to hell, why not fulfill the wishes of all the people, expel Hulu, and recover the land of clouds. Since ancient times, the sentient beings of Youyun have been my Chinese people, and they are born from the same root, so why are they like living in hell, and you are living in heaven on earth! They are trapped in barbarians, in exchange for brocade clothes and food, heaven and earth! Fang Xuan's tone became heavier and heavier, and finally turned into a fierce drink. Comfortable! It's so comfortable! It's been a long time since I've scolded people so vividly! He twisted his neck and raised the roast chicken defiantly into the river.

There were more and more painting boats stopped in Qin Huaihe, and for a while, no one argued anymore, thinking about his words. The military affairs of this dynasty collapsed, the traitorous ministers were in power, and the Son of Heaven was stupid and biased, poor and extravagant. Although the ten states before and after Yanyun Mountain have been recovered, everyone knows in private that it was bought back by the imperial court for millions of dollars, and there are still six states under the Jurchen Iron Horse. Now the court is singing praises of virtue, and "Fuyan Cloud Tablet" stands in Yongqing County to record the immortal achievements of the sect leader Daojun Emperor, what a joke!

Fang Luo was alone in front of the beings on the river, a little tongue-fighting in the world, and he couldn't help but feel that he was majestic and heroic, swallowing mountains and rivers.

"Auntie......" Xue'er didn't continue, she was only thirteen years old and didn't seem to understand.

The little lady was silent, and she gradually understood one thing, why she looked down on those conceited talents. They only know how to sing and dance, their children are long, and no one really cares about national affairs and world affairs. They are talented, but they lack the muscles and bones of literati and the idea of helping the world. "The worries of the world first", they are just "the best of the world", she is a little melancholy.

I only heard Fang Qian groaning: "30,000 miles of the river east into the sea, 5,000 miles of mountains on the sky." The bereaved people were in tears, and they looked south to Wang Shi for another year. ”

The white-faced man was disdainful and sneered: "I think that the Liao thief was defeated and retreated by my Great Song Dynasty ally Jurchen, and there is already a risk of losing the country. Today, the wise and martial arts, at the moment of the life of the four seas, the bald monk actually cao the heart of a widow, and chanted a poem copied from nowhere! Amusing! ”

There was laughter all around. Many people were brought into a depressed mood by this monk, and now in retrospect, they feel that this monk is excessive, these topics have nothing to do with themselves, the frontier is too far away from here, and they are used to seeing the displaced people, and they are used to hearing the news of the defeat and victory, so they should have watched the excitement. The ships began to disperse separately.

Come on, it's too much of a failure, I originally threw out this plagiarized poem and wanted to smash the waves, who thought it was a pool of stagnant water, and was mocked, this golden finger opened a good failure! That's it, if you are not familiar with life, it is the right way to rein in for the time being. Fang Luo can only comfort himself, sighing in his heart This group of insensitive people, wait, soon the Jin soldiers will attack Song Jing, and it will only be a year or two for Bianliang to be broken, and you can all drift north as you wish.

The white-faced man was proud for a long time, saw that there was no response, and left bored.

The painting boat did not leave, and the Qingqi people on the boat were still pointing.

Bianliang people are really boring babies, Lao Tzu is not Ultraman or a little monster, he shook his head helplessly, and continued to nibble on the roast chicken by himself.

"Auntie, it's time to go, right?" Cher got bored and tugged at the corner of the little lady's clothes.

The little lady lowered her head and muttered, "Nanwang Wang Shi is another year...... I don't know the whereabouts of my brother."