Time flies, darkness passes, and dawn is coming.

The night in the mountains is a little cold. The little monk lingered all night in front of the last monument and stood up. He made a decision to see for himself what the old-timers would end up with. Everything was done in one go, and he returned to the first stone tablet and looked at it carefully.

Taking advantage of the glimmer of the morning, the little monk looked carefully.

When I looked at the first stele, the north and south seemed to have a hint of enlightenment. He found that it was not that he was stupid, but that he had great wisdom and was as wise as foolish.

Therefore, every time the little monk walks through the stone monument, he is like an ignorant child, and he can experience the deepest emotional changes.

Ten miles of spring breeze, in the verdant forests of Beishan Mountain, the little monk firmly stepped out of every step and tried to bloom his own light.

The little monk walked between the stone monuments, like a spring breeze.

Hanhai Monument.

for the water monument.

Floating Monument.

If the dream monument.

Mo Xiaobei.

It took the little monk less than half an hour to walk to the last stone tablet.

The sunlight seemed to be amazed by the shiny little bald head. The old monk didn't know when, he had already turned his head, looked at his disciple, and smiled. He clearly saw that the little monk passed through the monument. From the morning sun to the sunset, from the Hanhai to Mo Xiao, the little monk did not look at the stele in the end, but saw the scenery and perception.

He began to carve out his own Fa.

If it is said that in the past, the little monk was like a rough embryo, a piece of jade, although he had qualifications, but after all, he lacked some finely carved places. These days. The little monk has been feeling and looking at the inscription. What is enlightened is life, and what is carved is one's own Dharma.

The waves have the potential to lift the sky. But it can also trickle; The rain can pour, but it can also linger. The Tao does not only exist in those magnificent natural paths, a grass and a leaf can become a potential.

Flying leaves and picking flowers, holding grass as a sword. This is the ultimate in the meaning of the general trend. The little monk has already taken a crucial second step on a road leading to the Tao, and while looking at the monument, Xiaohe is not looking at himself.

The original him. Just like the Tao of the old man in the Yijiang Monument, the roughness has been formed, but it is just an embryo.

The Tao contained in the Bichao Monument has been carved a little, and the bits and pieces of those details seem to be in trouble, and they need to be looked at carefully in order to grasp a trace of understanding.

The little monk walked down naturally, like a peer. Because he didn't realize the monument for the sake of imitation. I already have my own Dharma.

There is a good saying, the Tao is not the same.

The little monk's hand began to touch the last stone tablet. He thought about it for a long time, but he was still ready to see this ending.

His hands. The light of the Buddha lit up, touched the stone tablet, and began to burst out with blazing light. Like the afterglow of the morning sun, it makes people feel dazzling and dazzling.

"There are great joys and sorrows in life. Downs. I can afford to put it down, and I will preach it. Thou shalt see here. It's also related to me. I want to participate in this war, life and death are uncertain, but this is my life. The sin opened the imperial mausoleum, its yang was broken and destroyed, and there was no trace of its yin tomb. However, I got it, hid it in the stone tablet, and gave it to future generations. Forgotten Record. ”

The morning sun is really beautiful, the little monk looked at the morning sun and smiled. The old man's sermon was an encouragement to him, and it was a relief for him.

A map appears in the sea of knowledge of the little monk.

The tomb of the emperor?

The breath of the little monk began to sublimate to the extreme, and he was born in the upper realm!

It's really an innate upper realm!

Before the glory fell, a relic fell on the little monk's dantian.

"Master is gone." The old monk described it as withered, and he should have died a long time ago.

"Master is leaving?" The little monk burst into tears.

"Go to Jingshi and find Yang Fan." The old monk was exhausted, and his head hung down.

There is always new blood entering the rivers and lakes, and there are always old rivers and lakes that have passed away.

On this day, there is an additional statue of Buddha in the flesh in the Hanging Temple.

However, a little monk descended the mountain.

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Yang Fan slept and didn't wake up until noon. Leaning against the pillars of the wall, watching the people coming and going. After he woke up, he wrote a few letters, and after sending them all, he slowly put on his court clothes and rushed to Beijing.

He never asked Zhu Youzhen for anything. This time, however, he was going to ask for something.

"You want to give me a marriage?"

"Yes." Yang Fan stood in the Qianqing Palace and replied with a very calm expression.

Zhu Youzhen put down the fold in his hand, "You won't let me give you the fourth daughter of the Xu family, right?" "This morning, Yu Zecheng just joined Yang Fan's book, of course, in the noisy sound of the Manchu Dynasty attacking Yang Fan for fornicating with foreigners and disturbing the army, Yu Zecheng's trivial family affairs were suppressed by the overwhelming voice.

What he participated in Yang Fan was to interfere with the marriage of Xu Yu's two families.

Indeed, when it comes to state affairs, such a small matter is indeed insignificant, so it failed to resonate with the courtiers. However, when Zhu Youzhen saw the twists, he was a little surprised by what Yang Fan did last night. actually ran to someone's house, snatched the marriage book with a knife, and destroyed it in public.

"Yang Fan, I'm getting more and more curious. Do you have any fetishes? Always like to rob other people's things? ”

"Huh?"

Zhu Youzhen showed a hint of interest and said, "You listen to my analysis." At the beginning, I robbed the shop of Tianzi No. 8, and later, I went to Longhu Mountain to grab the coffin, although it was confirmed in the end, you didn't grab it, but this nature is very bad, but then it is not clear, this Tianshi Mansion has no sound, and I will not mention it. Now you are attacking someone's daughter-in-law who has not passed through the door, do you say you owe it? ”

Yang Fan hurriedly shouted: "Shengshang, this Xu Rong was already in love before Weichen went to Jinling, and I thought that I would wait for Xu Lao's mourning period before marrying, but I didn't expect that something went wrong, and Yu Zecheng was inserted into a lever, and he started so quickly that even the marriage book was issued." ”

"So you just broke into Yu's mansion, threatened people with a knife, and tore up the marriage book? Since the marriage books have been torn up, Yu Zecheng can't do anything about you, why did you still come to me to give you a marriage? ”

Yang Fan simply didn't want to be cheeky, and said: "The saint also knows that my father-in-law, this promised someone else's marriage, if you give up, you will definitely have no face, maybe you will find the Yu family to match, it is better for you to give a marriage, it is convenient and trouble-free." This also discouraged my old man's thoughts. ”

"Haha. Xu Ji met a thorny son-in-law like you, it is estimated that this is sad at home now. You say, what would you do if I didn't grant you this request? ”

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Anyway, I already have an appointment with Miss Xu Rong." If it really didn't work, I had to elope with her and spend the rest of my life in a place where no one could find her. Holy Lord, you can watch it. ”

"Heh, what you say, do I have to give this marriage out of affection and reason, for the country and the people?"

"Then thank you." The corners of Yang Fan's mouth crossed a trace of arc. (To be continued......)