The white-clothed monk came violently, Xu Fengnian's face was a little embarrassed, but he was not afraid, but he was inevitably a little weak-hearted. Anyone in the world who is a father, who would not be annoyed that someone dares to cheat and deceive his daughter? Back then, Li Dongxi ran away from home and sneaked out of the two Zen temples to walk the rivers and lakes, carrying a small two hundred taels of silver, and it was estimated that her father had accumulated the belongings that her father had accumulated for many years in the temple to preach the scriptures and teachings, but as soon as she met the three of them, she ate and drank the sea, and soon she was so poor that she said that she had leaked her mouth and held a grudge against the white-clothed monk? Xu Fengnian had no choice but to force her face to laugh and make up her mind whether to fight back or scold back. The white-clothed monk walked quickly, and there was actually a woman behind him, who was not very beautiful, and the grease powder was a little thicker. The white-clothed monk came to Xu Fengnian's side in a hurry, pointed to Xu Fengnian's nose and asked the teacher: "What about my daughter's east and my apprentice in the north and south, I heard that your kid had two more sheets to eat earlier, so he drove them to Xishu Nanzhao, this is your hospitality in Qingliang Mountain?

The woman who came to the white-clothed monk first smiled at Xu Fengnian, then pulled Li Dangxin's monk's robe, and whispered: "What I don't want from me, I have to call myself a poor monk." How many times have I told you after returning to the mountain, a master must have a master's demeanor, doesn't the thing always say that the swordsman who traveled with her back then is called, Lao Huang?

The white-clothed monk was obviously still angry, snorted coldly, and only changed his words slightly: "Believe it or not, the poor monk went to Qingliang Mountain to scold Sapo and roll over......?

The woman should be many more sophisticated than her own man, coughed, interrupted the threatening words of the white-clothed monk, turned her head to Xu Fengnian and explained with a smile: "Lord Wang, don't listen to this bald head, there is nothing that is not a knife at all, in fact, it is the old host in our temple who chops firewood, and her father is just worried about the old bald head...... Oh no, it's because I'm worried about his master, so I take it out from time to time to sharpen my knife, for fear of rust. The old abbot didn't leave anything, just a firewood knife, a hand-copied Diamond Sutra, and the big vat that washes hands after returning from daily work, alas, the chai knife and the scriptures are okay to say, take it, the jar sank a little, so I have to put it in the temple and not move, otherwise we can have one more object for the dowry in the future......"

The white-clothed monk said helplessly: "How can there be a reason to use the water tank as a daughter's dowry." ”

The woman rolled her eyes and said, "How many celebrities in Jiangnan Province like to make pots from the mud at the bottom of the tank?"

Xu Fengnian smiled and agreed: "Yes, I once saw Lu Laoshangshu, the rite department of the Lu family in Jiangnan, used a famous pot, which was made of more than a dozen catties of mud when he went to the Liangzen Temple to burn incense in the early years. ”

The woman suddenly smiled, and looked at this young vassal king who had no shelf, "Yes, yes, no!"

Then she glared at the white-clothed monk and said, "Speak well, don't be hurt and angry!"

Li Beware touched his bald head, one thing descended from one thing, and his daughter-in-law spoke, which was more effective than the holy decree.

Han Gui was finally able to interject at this time, and bowed and said: "The poor road Xiaozhu Peak Qingshan views Han Gui, and he has been fascinated by the Zen monk for a long time. ”

Li Beware looked at this Wudang Taoist priest who was not well-known before the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, and he had a little more smile than he treated Xu Fengnian, and said in a chic manner: "Han Zhenren is polite, this time the three debates on Lotus Peak, the third one between you and me on the last day, I hope Han Zhenren will be merciful when the time comes." ”

Han Gui said with a smile: "The poor Taoist committee really deserves the title of a real person, and the two Zen monks can just shout Han Daoren." ”

Li Dangxin laughed and said: "Taoist humane, Taoist person, Taoist priest, Taoist person, true person, true person, truth-seeking person." It is better for the poor monk to call you Han Zhenren, if Wang Chonglou is here, the poor monk might as well call Wang Daoist, if Hong Xixiang stands in front of him, then he must really be called a Hongdao person. ”

Han Gui smiled but said nothing.

Li Dangxin glanced at Han Gui's clear eyes, reined in his edge, and sighed softly: "You Wudang are indeed different from Longhu Mountain, if those Huang Zi nobles hear this, don't say that the old Taoist priests of the Xi generation are from the Ning Zi generation, and they should be angry and unclean at this time." ”

Han Gui said calmly: "It's not that the Wudang Taoist is in a purer state of mind than the Heavenly Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain, but the cultivation path of the two mountains is different, but in the end, the same way, the poor Taoist master and Wang Zhangjiao have great respect for Zhao Xiyan, the old man of Longhu Mountain, and have invited the old man to come to my Wudang to discuss the Tao several times, and the old man will never refuse because of the different portals as long as he passes through Beiliang every time." Poor Dao listened to Zhao Laozhen twice in person, saying that the three religions were one, and he benefited a lot. ”

The white-clothed monk smiled and asked, "If the poor monk is not mistaken, it is you Wudang Lu Zu who first advocated the integration of the three religions?"

Han Gui blurted out without thinking: "Lu Zu once said that the same thing is different, this is the root of the unity of the three religions. With a shallow view of the poor road, I don't know what it is, but I know a little about it. It is this one, which may not be in the hands of the non-Zen monks who have no Zen to participate in the depths of Zen, nor may it be on the Wudang Mountain, which coincides with the extermination of the Buddha, and it may not be in the mouths of those mountaineering readers who are the most proficient at reading poetry and books. ”

Li Dangxin touched his bald head again, there seemed to be a lot of appreciation in his eyes, he nodded, and said apologetically: "The poor monk has been rude and tempted three times, Han Zhenren don't blame him." ”

Han Gui smiled: "It's okay, it's okay. ”

The group climbed the mountain together, and the white-clothed monk and Han Gui chatted casually about the customs and customs of Wudang, neither Buddhist nor Taoist mysteries, just like meeting old acquaintances in a foreign country, and the words were all stepping on the watermelon peel and sliding to where it was. The white-clothed monk deliberately ignored Xu Fengnian, probably because he was afraid that he couldn't help but find a knife to cut people? A man, when he met someone who robbed his daughter-in-law, he would carry a knife and cut people without saying a word, and when he met someone who robbed his daughter, whether he cut it or not, except for the bold little rabbit cub's character, it was very important, and then it depended on the attitude of the girl and her mother. At this time, Li Dongxi's mother-in-law or the little monk of the north and south was extremely kind and pleasant to Xu Fengnian, although it was not the mother-in-law's eyes that looked at her son-in-law more and more happily, but it was also like meeting a young man who had such thoughts about his daughter-in-law on the road, not to mention how deliberately enthusiastic he would be, but he would definitely not pull down his face and treat it. The woman is also boundlessly big, and she was a little upright at first, after all, the young man in front of her was the number one person in the Northwest Domain, but it soon came to pass, nagging the parents to get short, complaining that they had arrived in Beiliang, and it was really powerful to spend money, especially when you brought a lot of rouge gouache after you returned from Beiliang, and it had already been used up, but now she went to the Youzhou shop to see, the price was really expensive.

Speaking of this, the woman thanked Xu Fengnian very much, saying that the girl didn't know the importance of the things back then, and when she left the Qingliangshan Palace, she received so many expensive gifts in one go, and then the woman laughed to herself, calmly asking her to repay the money now, it would definitely not be enough, and she didn't bring a gift back this time, and the family's savings had already been lost to her. Xu Fengnian listened to the woman's chatter without taboo revealing her shortcomings, the smile on Xu Fengnian's face was not broken, and it was strange for the Taoist Tong Qingxin to prick up his ears and eavesdrop on both sides, it was strange enough for the master a Taoist priest to talk to the white-clothed monk who was known as the "Bodhisattva of the Flesh", and this dignified King of Beiliang could also talk to the woman?

The white-clothed monk Li Dangxin is the most important person in the Lotus Peak controversy, as the host of the contemporary two Zen temples, he is the world's Buddhist bull ear, and Xu Fengnian is also a first-class guest of Wudang, so this line of people went straight to the Wudang subjective Ziyang Palace on the top of the mountain to settle down, Wudang originally did not have such a habit of drawing out three, six, nine and so on, but soon Wudang Mountain found that they did not pay attention to it, but the mountaineering visitors were the most particular mind, and it was learned from the mouth of the guest that the original Wudang Mountain Taoist Nine Palaces Thirty-six Views had already had a difference in the number of seats on the rivers and lakes, and being able to stay in the Nine Palaces was the thing that could best highlight the identity of officialdom and the status of the rivers and lakesWith the increase of pilgrims, especially the arrival of the two famous people in the south of the Yangtze River and Huainan, many of the lower eight views far from the main peak are also overcrowded, so that they have to close their doors to thank the guests.

Just when Xu Fengnian and the white-clothed monk walked in from the back door of Ziyang Palace, a fair-eyed little boy ran to Han Gui in a hurry, crying and whispering: " Uncle Ancestor Uncle Ancestor, a new group of distinguished guests came to the mountain, Zhanglu Zhenren personally accompanied them to visit our main peak, the guests are not like the usual foreigners who put forward many requirements, they do not have to settle down on the mountain to rest, saying that they booked a room at the inn in the town at the foot of the mountain, but Zhanglu Zhenren personally spoke, saying that these guests can not be sluggish, if we want to change also change out of three or four Yajing wings, my master and several uncles are in a hurry to die, and finally found two rooms in the Ziyang Palace, no matter how much it can really not be done, the Shenxiao Temple near the top of the mountain is too virtual to see is also embarrassed, saying that even the firewood room is vacated for the guests to live, so we don't have a reason to let the guests stay half of the mountain and half go down the mountain, right?"

Xu Fengnian practiced swords on the mountain back then, and most of the Taoist priests of the two generations of Qingning had met each other, and he never forgot it, so he asked with a smile: "Ning and Xiaodao, who is it, such a big face?"

At the beginning, the little Taoist priest was at the gate of the mountain, accompanied by the uncle who rode the bull to greet the person in front of him, and naturally knew Xu Fengnian's identity, the little Taoist priest hurriedly saluted: "Back to the prince, I heard that Uncle Qingfeng said that it was a student of Mr. Han of Shangyin School Palace." ”

Xu Fengnian suddenly realized that he had received a spy report from Qingcang City in Liuzhou before, saying that Mr. Han continued to travel west to Langtuo Mountain, but after hearing that Wudang Mountain was going to hold a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, he asked several disciples to return to Liangzhou and meet with the wine immortal who went to Jibei alone in Wudang Mountain, and the old man only took his granddaughter Han Xiu and those escorts to continue the long journey. Xu Fengnian only dared to hope that one of Han Guzi's disciples could stay in Beiliang, if it was Xu Huang, who was a master of the art of war, it would be the best, and if it was Sima Can, a free-spirited warrior, it would not be bad. Now hearing this news, Xu Fengnian felt a little regretful, if only one or two people came to Wudang Mountain, most of them would be sure to serve Beiliang, but even Chang Sui came, I am afraid it means that no one will stay in Beiliang. Xu Fengnian sighed in his heart and said with a smile: "Ning He Xiaodao Chief, you go and talk to your master, just say that you will give up this king's room to this group of guests, and this king guesses that it is always not difficult to live in that room for two or three people." ”

How dare the little Taoist priest take this.

Han Gui said softly: "Ning He, just act like this according to the prince's instructions, and also, give me and Qingxin's house to the guests......"

Without waiting for Han Gui to finish speaking, the little Taoist priest said loudly: "Senior Uncle Ancestor, how can this be done? Xiaozhu Peak Qingshan View and Lotus Peak are more than ten miles away from the mountain road......! Uncle Qingxin comes to Lotus Peak every time to play with us...... No, it's not right, I came to Lotus Peak to help my uncle borrow books, and I'm too tired to do it......"

The little Taoist priest of the Ning character generation said that the lower his voice became, and Han Gui's apprentice, the Qingxin Xiaodao Tong, was eager to dig a hole in the ground and drill down, it was over, and this time he would have to copy the classics ten times when he returned to Qingshan Guan.

The white-clothed monk turned his head to his daughter-in-law and said, "Look at the younger generations on the mountain, most of them are looking at their elders, and the little bald heads who play with Ben Nanbei are all thinking about cheating and drinking in our house all day long. ”

The woman smiled: "It's wrong, it's clearly for our daughter." On weekdays, the little monks I see on the road in the temple are so sloppy, but every time I go to our house, how often do I not put on a neat monk's robe that has just been cleaned?"

The white-clothed monk was furious: "There is such a thing?!"

The woman rolled her eyes and said, "You just know?"

The white-clothed monk said indignantly: "Those few little bald heads are not beaten, and the stupid north and south are even more stupid, isn't this luring a wolf into the house?!"

The woman said angrily: "Knock, knock, knock, knock out one epiphany after another, so that you can be the host of this person who does not take money but only pays money." ”

In the end, Han Gui and Xiaodao Tong went to borrow a Qingzi disciple of Chen Xuan, a real person in charge of the law, and Xu Fengnian went to the thatched hut of the Xiangchi Washing Pond in the middle of the mountain where he practiced swords for one night, before going down the mountain, Xu Fengnian first sent the white-clothed monk to the lower room, and Han Gui took the lead in saying goodbye and leaving, at this time everyone on Wudang Mountain was very busy, Han Gui was responsible for connecting Xu Fengnian to Ziyang Palace, in fact, there were still a lot of affairs to be busy with. In fact, the Taoist priests of all generations on the mountain know that Han Gui will take on a big responsibility in the future, after all, even the old master Wang Chonglou also said that Han Gui's Taoist heart is the most stable, and even Hong Xixiang joked half-truths and half-truths that the small pillar peak with many laurel trees on the mountain is the most suitable for Han Gui, who has the word laurel in his name, to practice enlightenment. And for example, Chen Xiang and Yu Xingrui, the only remaining ones in Wudang Mountain, are the two highest-ranking real people, and they also attach great importance to Han Gui, a younger generation who has no quarrel with the world.

Xu Fengnian was sent outside the threshold, and the white-clothed monk suddenly turned around and asked, "Have you seen the poor monk's uncle?"

Xu Fengnian was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was talking about the chicken soup monk under the Xiaolanda Mountain in the Western Regions, and the old monk was the senior brother of the holy monk Nagarjuna, and nodded and said: "I can fight with Tuoba Bodhisattva without dying......

Li Jingxin waved his hand, "Everyone is dead, who should I say good things to." ”

Xu Fengnian was silent and speechless.

The white-clothed monk sighed and said sadly: "But then again, the master can fall the lotus in his heart, and it is also thanks to you that you appeared." When I traveled thousands of miles to the west alone, my uncle couldn't rest assured, and my original intention was to go to the Western Regions to pick me up and return to the two Zen temples, but I never thought that I would stop for more than 20 years. The epiphany of the poor monk is not a benefit from the experience of the teacher. Okay, everything is one thing, and the girl is not over yet. But Uncle Shi can drop the lotus, I have to thank you. ”

Lee Beware bowed his head and folded his hands.

Xu Fengnian folded his hands and returned the salute gently.

When Xu Fengnian left, the white-clothed monk closed the door, and the woman sat on the chair rubbing her calves and stomach, and said with a smile: "As for the girl, there is only one, the north and the south are stupid, and they are already a family in the end." Alas, if only I had two daughters. ”

Li Jingxin muttered in a low voice: "Even if there are two daughters, I am not happy to be this kid's father-in-law!

The woman did not compete with each other for the first time, and said softly: "I chatted with this child all the way before, I talked about our family's things too much, he chatted with me, and also said an unintentional remark, which is very interesting, to the effect that he was really stubborn when he was a child, and he always disliked the various disciplines of his elders when he was young, and finally waited until he grew up, and suddenly found that no one scolded him when he made a mistake, but he missed his childhood." ”

The white-robed monk leaned back in his chair and touched his bald head.

For some reason, I also miss the scene when I was a child and whispered to my master.

Before Xu Fengnian walked out of Ziyang Palace, a spy leader of the water room and a school captain whose jurisdiction was located near Wudang Mountain appeared together, both of them were wearing civilian clothes no different from ordinary pilgrims, seizing this golden opportunity to report the situation to the prince, which made Xu Fengnian quite like a noble son who traveled with domestic servants and slaves. It is said that even the eldest son of Hezhou Thorn History and the daughter of Jizhou Thorn History have jointly climbed the mountain, but they are still not allowed to stay in Ziyang Palace, but can only be in the Shenxiao Temple.

Xu Fengnian had heard the concise and respectful report of the two, and he didn't give any orders, so when he was close to the elephant washing pool, he let them go busy with their own affairs. There wasn't much to talk to, but the two of them were still very honored, whether it was the deep spy of the city government, or the powerful captain who was known for his steady temperament, they looked at each other and smiled, and they were all full of smiles that could not be concealed. This kind of heartfelt and honorable is the mentality of other officialdoms to get close to the officialdom bigwigs and get acquainted with each other, but there is actually a world of difference. Xu Fengnian revisited his hometown, only to find that the silent and unmanned elephant washing pool was so lively, it can be called shoulder to shoulder, and when I asked, I knew that there seemed to be two people who wanted to compete on the boulder in the pool, and it was a very simple rule, whoever fell from the stone into the pool would lose. Xu Fengnian really couldn't squeeze to the edge of the pool, so he could only stand fifty steps away from the elephant washing pool, and there were many hawkers with bamboo boxes hanging on their chests in the flow of people, shuttling back and forth to sell and shout, shouting on their lips, "Look at the master's tricks, how can you not float a big white green ant wine of our Beiliang", or "buy two pots of wine, and give a quotation on the martial arts of the king of Beiliang in Wudang Mountain". The battle between the two masters on the boulder in the pool is in full swing, Xu Fengnian's ears are full of applause, looking around, only when the two masters jump high can they see the two figures, a knife and a sword, swords and swords, reflecting each other, this is probably the so-called fluttering.

Xu Fengnian somehow became interested, bought some melon seeds and red dates with a certain vendor, stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck like most spectators, listened to the startled moves of the spectators around him, and laughed at himself, looking at how magnificent others are fighting, the spectators are like clouds, and the cheers are earth-shattering, compared to the alley where he fought with Tuoba Bodhisattva at that time, it was more majestic. That's right, it seems that this is the river and lake that I dreamed of when I was young. Xu Fengnian knocked the melon seeds slowly, listening to the friendly introduction of not accepting half a copper coin from his ears, which was very pleasant. According to the most well-informed ear reports of the gossip around him, Xu Fengnian learned that the two young knights who were showing their skills heartily were not unknown juniors in the rivers and lakes, and the ten people in the new world selected by Huishan Daxueping, among them, the Jianghu Junyan who wore the famous sword "Five Bundles of Su" was the best friend of the descendant disciple of one of the grandmasters, and the relationship was a little far away? Is it that ordinary cats and dogs can get involved with the personal disciples of the new top ten masters in the world? And the local young people in Beiliang who use knives are even more promising, it is said that even Xu Fengnian, the king of Beiliang, cherishes his talents, and even personally pointed out the two-style three-move knife method.

Hearing this, Xu Fengnian couldn't help grinning even more than when he heard that the girl had claimed to have seen through Lao Huang's identity as a master at a glance. Just when Xu Fengnian was a little depressed at the moment, the flow of people was forcibly squeezed away, Xu Fengnian turned his head to look, it was two men walking side by side, both with solemn expressions, one holding a long sword, and the other with both hands behind him, as if he was about to participate in a peak battle to compete for the title of ten people in the world, Xu Fengnian had to follow the people around him to make way for the two masters, it turned out that after the end of the battle between the two young heroes on the boulder, it was the turn of these two martial arts heroes with heavier weight to compete on stage. A Jianghu person is called "Jiangnan Meiyu Sword", and a Jianghu nickname is "Central Plains Shenlong", listen, can there be such an awe-inspiring nickname, will it be a hero?

While Xu Fengnian made way for the two heroes, he thought to himself that he didn't seem to have any nicknames so far, which was a bit unusual, when the four of them were down and shy together, not to mention the heroine Li who gave himself a lot of nicknames, the other two are all there. Xu Fengnian sighed and knocked on the melon seeds, not only was he depressed at the moment, but he was a little melancholy under his crotch.