It took half a month for the Ye family and the warriors of the Wenjian Hall to upgrade their long swords.

Naturally, each sword was infused with demonic thoughts by Ye Changsheng, and if you add the previous four, there would be a total of one hundred and twenty-four enchanted long swords.

In the blink of an eye, the weather is still cold, but the grass and trees are covered with new green.

On a hill in the north of the town, Su Yun was dressed and masked, accompanied by Su Qin, Ye Ru and others, and walked along the path.

Half a month ago, when the Hongfeng Temple was completed, Su Yun had come with Ye Changsheng once, and she fell in love with this simple and quiet temple.

The red walls and gray tiles of the temple are hidden among the lush ancient trees, and the golden roof of the central hall reflects the golden light, like a treasure scattered in all directions.

In the middle of the main hall, the golden Buddha statue of the Buddha is enshrined, next to it is Manjushri, Fuxian two ribbed Bodhisattvas, the incense is swirling, and the Zen sound resounds.

After Su Yun bowed, she offered high incense, knelt down in front of the Buddha, folded her hands, lowered her eyes, and prayed silently.

In the square outside the main hall, two tall monks wore yellow monk's robes, exposing their left shoulders, and were scanning the murals on the courtyard wall with a disgusted gaze.

Sanshui Town is also a prosperous place, more prosperous than where they are, why is the temple here so despicable?

The tiles on the top of the gold are not gold, the statues enshrined in the main hall are only brushed with gold dust, and even the gold leaf is not pasted, and the surrounding decorations are even more simple, and the traces of the seven treasures of Buddhism are almost invisible.

The dyes on the murals in the square are not mixed with human blood, nor are they outlined with gold threads, and the colors are always less agile.

Sure enough, it's a third-rate principality, and Buddhism can't work for a long time.

The young and strong monk did not hide the disdain in his eyes at all, and said in disappointment: "Your Majesty, the people here are lacking in education, otherwise how could this monastery be so simple?"

King Tuo'a smiled faintly: "The people of the world are stubborn, how can they know the vastness and depth of the Dharma, isn't this the reason why I waited to go out of the mountain?"

The young monk put one hand on his chest and nodded vigorously: "The disciple will definitely assist the Dharma King and carry forward the wonderful meaning of my Wisdom and Reason Sect!"

King Tuafa nodded: "This time, His Majesty the King of the Principality of Yunlong invited me to participate in the enthronement ceremony, which is indeed a good opportunity, only my Wisdom and Reason Sect can free these foolish people and take refuge in the Three Jewels from now on." ”

As he spoke, His Holiness inadvertently glanced at a graceful back in the hall, and his gaze suddenly stopped.

Unconsciously, King Tuafa walked towards the main hall, stood on the side, looked at Su Yun who was kneeling and praying, and the more he looked, the more happy he became.

Unexpectedly, before the Buddha, I saw such a graceful girl, no wonder my mind moved today, it turned out to be a chance.

Su Yun was dressed in white, noble in simplicity, fresh in nobility, her fair face was covered with a faint black veil, but she still couldn't hide her beautiful face.

When she kneels, her tall figure will form a wonderful arc, which is even more seductive.

Superb, Miaolian, Baolian!

King Tuo'afa's eyes brightened, and he suddenly stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and smiled at Su Yun: "Whose girl are you, are you willing to be my wise girl?"

Su Yun suddenly changed color, stood up and looked at King Tuo Fa, with endless coldness in his eyes.

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Sanchuan School Palace, in a quiet small courtyard, after the residual snow is removed, the red neat floor tiles are revealed.

The pines and cypresses in the courtyard are crowned with snow, under the snow crown, Ye Changsheng and Xiaowenzong sit opposite each other, and the agarwood is curling on the horizontal table, and the tea rhyme is pleasant.

Wen Xuan said loudly: "The Confucian golden mean is not a way of compromise, let alone harmony, but an extremely high state of cultivation. ”

Ye Changsheng nodded, he had seen "The Mean", and the joys, sorrows, and joys had not yet occurred, and he was in the middle; It is said to be the sum of the middle sections.

Neutrality and harmony add up to the mean.

To put it simply, when people's emotions have not yet been released, the heart is in a state of silence, impartial, and does not enter into external objects.

And when people's hearts are felt by external objects, they will give birth to various emotions, and emotions will come out from the inside out.

If the emotions released by the human heart are in line with the way of nature, the principle of nature, this is "harmony".

Being able to achieve neutrality and harmony, that is, moderation, is of course an extremely deep realm, but how can ordinary laymen achieve it?

But how deep this realm is, Changsheng doesn't know.

Wen Xuan looked at Ye Changsheng leisurely and asked, "Can Changsheng refer to the Taoist classics, the Nanhua True Scripture?"

Changsheng said humbly: "I don't dare to read it, but I have a little experience of Nanhua Zhenren's subtle words." ”

Wen Xuan asked again: "Nanhua Zhenren once said that the Dao pivot stands in the ring to respond to infinity, do you know the meaning of this sentence?"

Ye Changsheng nodded: "The so-called Dao Shu is the center of the Dao. Combined with the context, this sentence probably means that the original intention of holding on to right and wrong is like standing in the center of a circle and can cope with any change. ”

Changsheng said that, he gave birth to enlightenment, and said in surprise: "Daoshu, is it the mean?"

Wen Xuan smiled and continued to ask: "Buddhism has words, things should come, and the past is not left." Do you know what to do?"

Ye Changsheng thought for a moment and said cautiously: "Probably to say, a person's heart seems to be empty and not empty, in purity, once he has an induction of external objects, he will respond to it, and after he responds, he will leave no trace in his heart." ”

Changsheng said, his eyes lit up: "This is also the realm of the mean?"

Wen Xuan did not admit or deny it, and said lightly: "You can say that the superposition of the realms of Buddhism and Taoism is the mean, or you can say that the original principles of Buddhism and Taoism are all the same, and they cannot be defined by any vocabulary at all." ”

Wen Xuan sighed: "The master once said, stand at thirty, don't be confused at forty, know the destiny of heaven at fifty, obey at sixty, and do what you want at seventy, without exceeding the rules." He didn't reach the realm of moderation until he was seventy years old, and I'm afraid that I will not be able to match him in my lifetime. ”

Isn't it "the Taoist pivot begins in the ring and should be infinite", isn't it "things come and respond, and the past is not left"?

Ye Changsheng had a clear understanding in his heart, and he couldn't help but be impressed.

This realm is indeed high, not to mention ordinary people, I am afraid that even a master who has practiced for a hundred years will not be able to reach it!

Whether it is Lao Zhuang or Confucius and Mencius, as well as the patriarchs of Buddhism, the sages of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, their wisdom has reached the limit of human beings in that era.

It is precisely because of this that thousands of years later, while drawing wisdom from it, future generations are lamenting their tallness and their difficulty in surpassing.

And some vulgar and utilitarian descendants forcibly lower the wisdom of the sages to a level that they can understand, and even misinterpret them for their own selfishness, thinking that they have attained the Tao and are complacent.

The saints do not die, and the thieves do not stop. Nanhua Zhenren's emotion, Changsheng now understands a little.

When he sighed, Sledgehammer suddenly stepped forward recklessly and said in a low voice: "Childe, Miss Su has an accident!"