Chapter 111: My name is Wu Neng

After the killing, Xiang Yu opened the letter again.

In Yang Dingtian's suicide note, "Mrs. Pan holds a letter written by Yu and summons the ...... left and right envoys of light"

hated his wife to death, but he was still silent, saying how it was, because stability must override everything.

For the sake of the overall situation, even if you look at someone unhappy, you have to endure it.

There is a hint of a politician.

Xie Xun temporarily took the position of sect leader, which made people a little confused.

According to the pattern of Mingjiao, under the head of the sect are the two messengers, and the Yuan Dynasty is respected by the right, and the so-called right messenger of light is essentially the deputy leader.

In fact, Yang Xiao is also the treatment of the deputy sect leader, and the cultivation of the Great Shift of the Universe is a practice that the sect leader can practice.

As for Xie Xun, he was extremely reckless, as if he was flying violently, and it didn't seem to be suitable.

"On the suicide note, the heir should be Yang Xiao...... But why did it become Xie Xun. ”

Xiang Yu frowned, slightly puzzled.

I closed my eyes and thought about it, and after thinking about it for a day, I vaguely realized it.

"Yes. treats Yang Xiao, Yang Dingtian cultivates him as an heir, and Yang Xiao has outstanding wisdom and strong martial arts, but his shortcomings are also obvious. ”

Xiang Yu thought about it, vaguely understanding.

The testamentary golden lion king Xie Xun temporarily took the position of the sect leader, in order to act as the sect leader, and agreed that whoever finds the holy relics will be the sect leader.

Some are like, the last words of Chao Gai in the Water Margin.

In his opinion, Yang Xiao is not the right person, and Xie Xun is not the most suitable person, otherwise he can simply write a letter and directly order Xie Xun to take over the position of sect leader, why do you need to act?

Yang Xiao is suave and merciful everywhere, Yang Dingtian has been folded in the hands of a woman, and I really don't want the successor to make a mistake because of a woman.

Yang Xiao lacked grassroots experience, and was more than enough to be a sect leader, but not enough to be an uprising leader.

Frankly speaking, Yang Xiao was not the material to be the leader of the sect, and he was too impatient, which was a big taboo for a leader, and it also led to the later internal strife in the Ming Sect.

As for Xie Xun, he is not suitable to be the leader of the sect, but Xie Xun attaches great importance to righteousness, although Xie Xun's martial arts are not the strongest, but he understands righteousness and convinces people with virtue, which can run in the contradictions of various forces and avoid the split of Mingjiao.

Therefore, it is the vicarious leader.

As for the end, whoever finds the Holy Fire Order will be the sect leader.

You can take it as a joke, don't take it seriously.

I really thought that holding the jade seal would be able to be the emperor, but it would be too naΓ―ve.

As for Zhang Wuji, he is not suitable for the sect leader.

Why Zhang Wuji can become the leader of the sect, one is supported by his grandfather, and the other is that others look at him young, so empty.

The masters of the past dynasties controlled the Five Elements Banner, and the Five Elements Banner was the army of the Ming Sect, and if they controlled the army, they controlled everything. But after Zhang Wuji took office, he was obsessed with fighting in the rivers and lakes, and his control of the Five Elements Banner declined, and finally Mingjiao collapsed.

It's a pity.

Xiang Yu was a little disappointed.

Shot twice, trained two people, failed twice.

Wang Chongyang, a scholar rebelled, and failed for ten years.

Yang Dingtian, family problems affect his career, and it is also a tragedy.

"That's the only way to do it."

Xiang Yu's figure flickered and disappeared.

……

The world is changing, the years are ebbing and falling, everything is being born and dying, time is passing little by little, it seems that a lot has changed, but nothing seems to have changed.

In Huaixi, a small town, a little monk was dressed in tatters, with patches on his knees, and his face was yellow and muscular.

Carrying a burden on his back, he held a stick in his left hand and a broken bowl in his right hand, and there was an indescribable feeling of exhaustion in his eyes.

The night gradually darkened, and in another hour it was dark.

Suddenly, the monk's eyes shrank, and he saw an old man lying on the road ahead, with luxurious clothes on his body, who seemed to be a rich man.

"Help."

The old man spoke, his voice hoarse.

"Donor, you are."

The little monk stepped forward and said.

"Help, donor...... I happened to be robbed, and I escaped with my life. The old man said, "Help." ”

As he spoke, the old man fell unconscious.

The little monk stepped forward and saw that the old man had blood on his body, several wounds, and a burden on his body, as if his breath was sluggish, and he was about to die in the next moment.

"Old man."

The little monk held the stick in one hand, stepped forward cautiously, and asked cautiously.

But the old man had passed out in a coma, completely unconscious, and seemed to have lost his perception of the outside world.

The little monk stepped forward to check, and suddenly touched the burden on the old man's body, opened the baggage, and saw a few books inside, as well as some gold and silver, the silver was about a hundred taels, but the gold was also ten taels.

Looking at the gold and silver in the baggage, the little monk was moved.

That's a lot of money.

There is too much gold and silver, and he may not be able to make so much money in his life.

"Gold, silver."

The little monk's eyes were blood-red, his heart moved, and his arms were trembling.

I couldn't help but raise the stick high, as long as a stick hit the old man's head, the old man who was seriously injured would be killed, and all the gold and silver were his.

"Amitabha, monks are based on compassion and good thoughts are bad, and the abbot even taught me that sweeping the floor does not hurt the lives of ants, and cherishing moths and gauze lamps. How can you kill a weak old man for money and break the robbery? ”

The little monk stepped forward, directly helped the old man, leaned against the big tree, and began to check the wound, and then gave medicine to the wound, whether he could survive or not depends on luck.

However, just after taking the medicine, the old man who was in a coma opened his eyes and said, "Little monk, thank you." ”

"Donor, this is what a poor monk should do." The little monk said.

The old man asked, "What is the name of the little monk?" ”

The little monk said, "My name is Wu Neng. ”

The old man smiled, and seemed very happy to hear the name, and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's better to call it Bajie." ”

The little monk said, "It's better to call it Wu Neng." ”

The old man said again: "Wu Neng, do you still have parents?" ”

The little monk said: "That year, my parents starved to death, and I was so poor that I didn't even have the money to buy a coffin. ”

"I'm sorry."

The old man said.

The little monk said: "In these years, people are starving to death every day, and I have long been used to it. ”

The old man said: "Little monk, I see that your six roots are not pure, and it is not the life of a monk. Besides, there are three unfilial pieties, and no queen is the greatest, if you become a monk and can't marry a daughter-in-law, and without descendants, your parents will not be stable. ”

The little monk frowned and said, "Who said that a monk can't marry a wife, the monk in our temple can marry a wife." Our abbot has three wives. As long as I become an abbot, I can marry three wives. ”

The old man frowned: "A monk can't marry a wife, this is a Buddhist rule." ”

The little monk said: "Officials in the Yuan Dynasty cannot be corrupt, this is the rule of the imperial court, but there are still officials who are corrupt." ”

The old man was dumbfounded.

It makes sense, and I can't refute it.

Suddenly, I thought of Wang Zengqi's "Ordination", which said that monks can marry wives.

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