"Although this life is short, the affection is long. ”

Li Muliang took off the neon clothes and feathers that women should wear, wore a green shirt to get cold, and became the new commander of the Xuanjia Battalion with a scimitar and a white horse.

This woman's intentions can be seen by the sun and the moon, nothing more than missing Chen Yuzhi, no one can really control the Xuanjia Dragoon, there is only one leader in the soldier's heart, but the woman changed into a green shirt and moved all the soldiers, so deeply concerned about Chen Yuzhi's woman, how could the Xuanjia Dragoon not be convinced?

The Tieshan battalion was almost wiped out in the first battle of Mobei, and Ma Dai was ordered by Li Yanshan to take the two brothers of the Ma family to reshape the new battalion.

This spear fairy descendant will light the gun Feiyan for two hours every morning, and then return to the camp tent to burn a few incense, the incense burner hangs a ragged shirt with a hole and a long knife to cut rocks, that day Chen Yuzhi nailed it back to the city The scene is still vivid, incense and wine have become his habits, thunder can not move.

In the Guangling Palace, since Chen Jingxing came here, he has replaced most of the original palace guards, and many of them are maids and grandmothers who followed from Panyang.

These two princes are a talent of warp and weft, when they first arrived in Guangling, they exempted the people from taxes for three years, not only overhauled the old streets and old houses in the county, but also uprooted the old Liu Rampant department entrenched in Guangling, and Guangling became smooth overnight, and the people said that the two princes were kind-hearted, and even the people who left this place after Liu Xu succeeded him as the queen of Guangling were all heard of it......

Overnight, Chen Jingxing won the support of the people and became a veritable lord of Guangling.

In the study room of the palace, Chen Jingxing was sitting on a red rock wooden chair, and there was a person standing in front of him, dressed as a Confucian student, looking a little cold.

"Xiaoyaosheng, why did you mess up this nine-ten-out thing?"

Confucian Sheng's eyes were full of killing intent, but he was very respectful in the face of Chen Jingxing, and lowered his head and said: "There was an accident, and I killed a Maoshan master halfway, and I almost lost my life...... However, I also met one!"

Chen Jingxing squinted his eyes and asked, "Who is it?"

"Nine Emperor Princes, Chen Yuzhi!"

The second prince did a lot of things behind his back, and he didn't know that Chen Jingxing knew that the young man was still alive, so he was not surprised, but he was a little curious about what he was talking about in Yangzhou now.

"Come with me tomorrow to Jiulong Mountain, although the previous plan has been lost, this mountain still has to go and worship. ”

Xiaoyaosheng left the study, Chen Jingxing's pen was smart and fast, his handwriting was thin, and he was thin without losing his flesh, and his big characters were especially graceful.

A letter from the second prince was passed on to Panyang.

In the small temple of Baohua Mountain, the little monk was so hungry that his stomach was rumbling, and he touched his bare little head, obviously worried.

The situation of no incense and no fire in the small temple has lasted for several months, and the master is not in a hurry, except for napping every day, he lies next to the statue of Maitreya and watches himself chanting and chanting Buddha.

Si Shao pointed to the Baohua Dome, where the ancient temple was full of smoke, and he asked, "Master, how can we make the incense in the temple the same as on the top?"

The Sanbao monk picked his feet and said: "This is not simple, you have demolished all the temples in Baohua Mountain, then everyone can only come to our temple to worship the Buddha, when the time comes, you will eat steamed buns, eat one and throw one away, no one will say that you are wasted." ”

Si Shao thought about a bright future, smiled, and said with a serious face: "Master, the temples on this mountain are like forests, if they are demolished one by one, then I don't know if they will be demolished until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Month, is there any other way?"

The big monk sniffed the fingers of the girl who had finished buttoning his feet, looked intoxicated, and said flatly: "Why don't you come to the ground and become a Buddha?

The little monk shook his head and said, "Eating roast chicken and goose will break the vows, how can meat and fishy things have steamed buns to be sweet and satisfying." ”

"Hey, you have become a Buddha on the spot, and you still care about the precepts of those Laoshizi? When the time comes, you can let the monks of Baohua Mountain eat meat!"

Si Shao looked at the master shaking his head and sighing, and asked, "The master is tired of eating steamed buns and wants to change the taste?"

The great monk twisted the jasper arhat beads, and said, "Nonsense, how could the master think about those things that break the vows!"

Si Shao's eyes rolled, and he said with a smile: "Master, I saw that you still had meat oil on your mouth when you went back to the temple several times at night, and you smelled it carefully, and there was still a smell of meat, you must have gone to the widow's house under the mountain to improve the food!"

The big monk was a little embarrassed, this little guy looked spotless and wooden on weekdays, but he didn't expect that there were many things hidden in his heart.

"What the little monk knows, this is something that the world should experience!"

"Master, why do people need to go through?"

The Three Treasures monk laughed at himself and said, "Listening to a thousand words, it is better to fall yourself." ”

Si Shao was not interested in the master's affairs, and asked, "Master, can mortals really become Buddhas on the ground?"

"Why not! There are many things you haven't seen, think about the twelve Arhats of Huanglong Temple chanting in the autumn, turning into the sun in winter and becoming a Buddha in spring, how spectacular it is...... Baohua Mountain is still a little smaller, don't be depressed by what you see in front of you. ”

"Master, if you can become a Buddha by chanting sutras, then why is it not effective if I recite it day after day?"

Sanbao laughed, there was no monk, no wonder the incense in the small temple would be so scarce, he quipped: "You are a little monk chanting, you have no heart!"

Si Shao was a little embarrassed, and laughed together, not thinking that the serious appearance he pretended to be on weekdays had already been seen through by the master.

"Master, I also have serious times, just like a few days ago in Jurong, it is also a merit to surpass the soul of the dead!"

Fortunately, the monk of the Three Treasures jumped up from the ground, and he said angrily: "What kind of merit are you! If you exceed it with your true skills, it is called ability, and the fate contained in this Arhat bead is enough for us to eat steamed buns for ten lifetimes, and it was wasted by you in vain, what a loser!"

Si Shao stuck out his tongue and said: "The Buddhist scriptures say that saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, if you can help those unjust souls reincarnate, even if you are hungry for a few years, I am willing!"

The great monk glanced at his apprentice and said with a smile: "Your ideological realm is quite high! In a while, it will be the birthday of Baohua Mountain Dizang, why don't you go find a few ancient temples to discuss Buddhist scriptures? If you go to the top of the mountain and no one is invincible, then I will give you this string of Arhat beads, how about it?"

Si Shao nodded, and then looked at the master's neck, with a look of victory in hand, as if the Luohan beads had already belonged to him. The little monk doesn't understand Buddhism, let alone the scriptures, but all the laws are born from the heart, he is confident, a leaf, a flower, a stone, a monk, may be the Buddha illusion, learn to face the loss and can't ask for all beings, three steps and a knock, plucking the Buddha beads, or holding high incense, as long as there is a moment of piety, it is also a fate!

There is no one at the foot of Jiulong Mountain, although it is not as strong as Maoshan Mountain, but it can also be said to be a good mountain and good water, the mountain is the eyebrow peak, and the water is blue and horizontal.

There is a waterfall on the mountainside, one side is as horizontal as a mirror, and the other side is a tiger roaring and the dragon is groaning. I don't see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, how do I know the Zhong Lingyuxiu contained in it, Hou Cengyan and the young man had an awkward quarrel, and an attitude of avoiding it, that is, she was not even willing to give the other party the corner of her eye, she was closer to Sang Zhi, Chen Yuzhi was happy, and he simply didn't interject, he was eager to know the situation of Shan Er and Shuang'er at this time, and Sydney in white......

Jiulong Mountain is full of organs, there are elevators hanging straight and above the peak, there are dark iron wall doors that can only be opened according to the trajectory of the stars, there are stone roads in the water, and the peach forest hides its whereabouts.

After entering the mountain gate, there was a vigorous atmosphere, and when I saw a few people coming back, many disciples gathered up, asking if there was anything new under the mountain, and why did they bring two handsome little brothers back.

Chen Yuzhi finally understood why Meng Ting was so conceited, there were few men in Jiulong Mountain, most of them were female disciples, and they were so supported all year round, they would inevitably develop some self-esteem. But I have to say that judging from the vitality of the disciples, Maoshan is much inferior to it.

In the midst of the crowd, there were piles of dead leaves that had just been swept to one place and were trampled and scattered, Chen Yu knew that he could not see the mess, so he picked up the wooden broom on the side and slowly gathered the brittle dead yellow leaves.

An old woman came over, hunched and walking slowly, and finally came to the young man's side, and said with a smile: "Young man, leave these chores to the old woman to deal with! Don't dirty those good hands with swords......

Chen Yuzhi was a little surprised, this old woman seemed to have something to say, he wanted to say a few more words to the old woman, but was pulled by Li Xiyang towards the depths of the mountain gate.

When I first arrived at Jiulong Mountain, I naturally had to pay a visit to the Venerable Lord named Shen Kuo.

Chen Yuzhi was handsome, and many female disciples looked back and smiled along the way, hoping to attract the attention of the other party with these little tricks. The vast mountain gate is full of square flat bricks, neat and neat like a soldier, the seven-step high platform on the main hall is lined with red felt, especially noble and heroic, a few people arrived in the Kowloon Palace, those disciples did not follow up together, just waiting outside, and constantly probing the brain, want to see the situation in the hall.

There was a middle-aged man sitting on a high platform, with a black robe and a golden crown and a mustache, long black hair and white temples, and his majesty was overflowing.

He patted the black wooden chair lightly with his left hand, and the door of the temple suddenly closed from top to bottom, and the black black iron fell heavily, but there was no sound of falling to the ground. Chen Yuzhi admired in his heart, those who said that Jiulong Mountain only had "strange skills" were still too superficial, which clearly reached the realm of magic workmanship.

Meng Ting, Sang Zhi, and Ye Wanwan all said in unison: "Meet the Lord!"

Shen Kuo waved his hand and said, "No need to be polite, I heard from my disciple that you have encountered some trouble at the bottom of the mountain, what happened?"

Sang Zhi looked surprised, as a saint, she was quite familiar with the lord, so she said: "Lord, I have sent a messenger to deliver a message back to the mountain a few days ago, haven't you received the letter?"

Shen Kuo said flatly: "It's really not, tell me what happened, why only a few of you came back, and the other disciples?"

Sang Zhi briefly recounted the matter of Jurong, Shen Kuo slapped the wooden chair angrily, and shouted: "How can this be true, can you know the details of the person who made trouble?"

Meng listened to the words and said: "Master, that person appeared in Jurong with the method of seizing away the spirit, and it is difficult for us to guess his true identity......

Shen Kuo didn't show too much sadness, he seemed to be indifferent to the news of his disciple's death, he looked at Li Xiyang and Chen Yuzhi with deep meaning, and said after a long time: "Speaking of Jiulong Mountain and Maoshan also have some origins, everyone who comes is a guest, you don't have to be restrained here in the future, you can live as long as you want." ”

Chen Yuzhi noticed a trace of abnormality, remembering that day Liu Pastor said that day that Jiulong Mountain and Maoshan have many grievances in private, and the iron mask impermanence will definitely not talk nonsense, so there must be something wrong with Shen Kuo's performance today......

The young man patted Li Xiyang and said with a smile: "Then thank you Lord Shen!"