Weng Boying snorted, flicked his sleeves, and took the lead after dropping a sentence: "I'm too lazy to be as knowledgeable as him." ”

The corners of Zhuge Dan's mouth were proud, and he sneered again and again.

The people of Dajing are simple, kind, harmonious, and peace-loving.

Xiahou Chun smiled dumbly, greeted Zhang Sixi, the 'little helper' who was shrinking his head, and said with a smile: "Let's go, take us around." ”

At the mention of business, this little helper suddenly became energetic, and after coughing lightly, he said happily: "Haole, ladies and gentlemen, please come with me." ”

As he walked, Xiao Furen said with a smile: "There are markets in the front and back of Changguo Temple, in addition to the embroidery gallery, there is also a place for antiques and ink behind the palace." ”

Fang Xirou shouted: "Weng Dacai, don't you, a great literati who dance and write, go to find some treasures and paintings?" ”

Weng Boying, who looked left and right with his hands behind his back, snorted softly with three points of curiosity, two points of amazement and five points of infatuation, and spread out the paper fan with a puff, and the spring breeze was blowing.

He shook his head and said: "Miss Fang's words are wrong, there are too many treasures here, Weng Mou has been in the middle of the flowers, and he is dazzled, but he really can't be screened, he can't be screened." ”

Zhang Sixi, who thought that there would be another dividend, had a stagnant face, and secretly pursed his mouth, Zhuge Dan smiled, and Yin and Yang echoed without being weird:

"Yes, how can something like Changguo Temple get into the eyes of the eldest prince Weng, isn't this a drop price?"

Ghost Su quietly pulled him and said in a low voice: "Master Sheng, you don't have to say a few words." ”

Xiahou Chun didn't have time to pay attention to them, swept the embroidery stalls everywhere, and said to Zhang Sixi: "Let's go, take us to the apse." ”

Zhang Si liked to exclaim: "Nobleman, come with me." ”

After turning around, pass through the side door of the Buddha hall and come to the apse.

In front of the vendor stall at the side entrance, there are mattresses, curtains, pillows, chairs, etc., in addition to Buddhist clothes, golden statues, Buddhist shoes and monks' hats, etc., which can be regarded as a small market of daily necessities.

Several people opened the golden and bright yellow curtains, listened to the Sanskrit bells, swept the golden statues of the Buddhist shrines, strolled in the Tallinn temple, and sometimes there were monks hurrying by, with a full face, and seemed to have gained a lot.

Zhuge Dan sighed with emotion: "The place shrouded in the sound of Buddha is full of black smoke and miasma, and I don't know whether it is the degradation of morality or the extinction of Buddha nature. ”

"The donor's words are wrong!" A melodious voice came.

Xiahou Chun and the others turned their heads to look, only to see that in the place where the corridor was returned, there was a handsome young warrior monk with his hands folded, and said with a smile:

"Amitabha, donors, the little monk is polite."

Liu Wenzhen squinted and leaned closer, slightly arched and tightened, Fang Xirou was expressionless, watching coldly.

However, Xiahou Chun's heart moved, and he glanced at Liu Wenzhen, who was like a great enemy, knowing that this person was extraordinary, and he was probably no less than a master of the Qingdan Realm.

He jumped out of the crowd and laughed loudly: "Don't blame the cicada master, they have no intention of offending. ”

Knowing the cicada's oily face, his smiling face made Xiahou Chun's heart sink, and he secretly muttered that this person had returned from training, otherwise how could he look more and more like an old treacherous and cunning person?

Zhi Cicada said with a smile: "Prince Chunxi is broad-minded, but the little monk is not as good as just in case. ”

Don't want to give up?

Xiahou Chun raised his eyebrows, and after his eyes flashed, he smiled and said: "The master is not only noble in Buddhism, but his vision is so unique, but the palace has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, if there is any rudeness, I hope the master will forgive me." ”

The monk shook his head, waved his hand and replied: "It's just that I know a little bit about fur, and it's hard to wait for the elegant hall, but it makes His Highness smile." ”

After glancing at Zhuge Dan, who was smiling dryly, he invited Xiahou Chun to his skill: "There are a few bowls of vegetarian food in the temple, if Your Highness doesn't dislike it, you can talk about it on the ground." ”

It's good that there is no hard chase and fierce fighting, Xiahou Chun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then waved his hand and smiled: "The master's mind is understood by the palace, and the vegetarian is forgotten, but the master has leisure, can he let Xiahou feel the edification of my Buddha?" ”

The Xiahou clan advocates Taoism, but now that Xuanzong and Dajing are at odds, Buddhism has a good opportunity, and a muffled voice of one mind makes a fortune, which can be called 'two ears do not hear things outside the window, and only add sesame oil money'.

Monks make money and do a lot, naturally they do not spend all day drinking and eating seafood, but save money to buy houses, buy materials and buy land, and start a vigorous mode of 'building temples and temples' in the ten provinces and hundreds of states of the Great Yassukuo.

Yasukuni 480 Temple, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain.

Of course, all this is naturally indispensable to the acquiescence and promotion of Wanning Palace.

Emperor Jing joined forces with Daomen, and Confucianism and Buddhism were brutally suppressed, and even were once 'destroyed and destroyed', and almost retreated back to their old nest.

Dajing, who intends to resist the 'unity of government and the Tao', has only supported the intervention of a 'third party' in addition to division.

Fang Xirou's secret voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Knowing the cicada is the closed disciple of the master of the Shi clan, Zong Gao, and it should not be underestimated." ”

Xiahou Chun's eyes quietly condensed, Zong Gao is one of the five first beings of the Floating Sky Temple.

The Fukong Temple prides itself on 'doing good deeds and accumulating virtues, spreading favors', but in fact, it has accumulated Buddhist and Taoist capital since the Dongdu, grabbed the interests of Taoism, and widely accepted believers, and its great ambition has long been self-evident.

"What cultivation?" He quietly replied.

During the previous voyage, Xiahou Chunke did not just care about flirting and scolding, and if he did not advance on the path of cultivation, he would retreat, so he naturally could not tolerate a moment of slackness, so he meditated day and night.

In his spare time, he learned the techniques of 'transmitting sound into the ear', 'floating three feet on the ground' and 'flying with the sword', but unfortunately the storage of true qi was insufficient, and he was not able to brew the natal magic weapon.

The true qi realm can only control the magic weapon, control the qi with thoughts, use the pneumatic method, and then urge the magic weapon to kill people and fight.

Transmitting sound into the ears and floating three feet on the ground is only a temporary control method, only the flight of the sword still needs the coordination of mind and Xuan Qi.

And the requirements for true qi are extremely high, and half of the 'Hui Xuandan' will be consumed in a moment's effort, after all, it is the sword that kills people thousands of miles away, and how can it be the same as hand-to-hand combat.

"Leave the Realm!" Fang Xirou was silent for a moment before slowly spitting out a sentence.

Those who are free from the dust are also unsullied. In the view of Buddhism, when sitting and meditating, or being polluted and purified mind, so the body is dirty, only after brushing the seven emotions, removing the six roots, and removing the dirt and purifying the feelings, can you have an unsullied body, and when you reach this state, it is called 'leaving the dust'.

Under it is the 'Sumeru realm', so the realm of the first to enter the Zen, sit and watch all the promising, condense the flower of the void, comprehend 'emptiness is color, color is emptiness', and eliminate the phaseless, so it is also called the 'phaseless realm', and the combat power is comparable to the true qi realm of the Daomen.

After giving Xiahou Chun a quick explanation, Fang Xirou paused and said secretly:

"It's not trivial to leave the dust, the weak are just true qi, the strong are comparable to Qing Dan, but there are also demons who can expand this realm into the realm of infinite perfection, and they can be rivaled by refining babies!"

Listening to his words and knowing his meaning, could it be that this monk is comparable to 'refining babies'?

On the other hand, looking at himself, he could only be compared to other people's 'phaseless' little novices, Xiahou Chun's heart jumped, and he quietly asked: "What is the strength of this monk?" ”

Fang Xirou's gaze flashed with a trace of solemnity, and after a little silence, he burst out with a seemingly irrelevant sentence:

"The closed disciple of the first seat in the air, only the Daozi of Xuanzong can match!"

That's the invincible hand of the younger generation, that's still a fart.

Fang Xirou on the side accompanied her face, but the little monk was familiar with her, and said with a smile: "Master Fang, the little monk is polite." ”