Thousand Buddha Palace, the holy place of the two Zen temples, both because the hall has the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the ten directions, a thousand Buddha withering, and because of this, the hall has the proverbs of the first patriarch of the two Zen temples, and the people who enter this hall to see and hear the consciousness can prove Bodhi.

In the magnificent hall, there are no monks guarding the temple, only two monks, one big and one small, who are playing against each other.

"Master, why don't you fall behind, if I can't learn chess tonight, tomorrow I will play chess with things, how can I release water? If something sees that I deliberately released water, you still have to beat me half to death? Who will wash the clothes of the teacher at that time? ”

"Ha, north and south, the moonlight is good tonight, the master will take a look at the moonlight first."

"Master, why are you closing your eyes when you look at the moonlight?"

"Stupid Nanbei, haven't you seen that the Buddhist scriptures say that Zen is born from the heart, and the scenery is in the heart? What you see is not necessarily true, you have to feel it with your heart. ”

"Then master, why do you still have a nose moving?"

"Hah, is that so?"

"Something said that you are either gluttonous or hungry for meat when you move your nose, but a few days ago, the master looked at the female pilgrim twice, and the master didn't allow you to drink and eat meat again in the past few months, and the thing made me stare at you."

"North and South, do you want to go down the mountain with East and West?"

"Master, in fact, it's nothing to eat some wine and meat secretly, and my wife can't find out."

"Nanbei, the master didn't see it before, you weren't stupid."

"But no, the master hid a few copper plates that were secretly hidden on the beams of the house, and I didn't tell the master."

"Little bunny fart! Isn't all the private money for the teacher to your teacher's wife? ”

At this time, accompanied by a gust of wind, the door of the Thousand Buddha Hall opened to both sides with a "squeak".

The little monk from the north and south turned his head, and three figures walked in with Yuehua on their backs, one green, one white, and one purple.

"This man is so good-looking, he looks as good as things." The little monk stared at the white fox's face for a long time, and it didn't take long for him to look at the folding fan in the purple-clothed man's hand again.

There is a beauty in red on the fan, and her appearance is eight or nine points similar to the person in white, only one is women's clothing and the other is men's clothing.

The little monk secretly glanced at the burly master, and sure enough, the master showed the same expression as when he saw the female pilgrim a few days ago. The old abbot often said that those female pilgrims were goblins, but the master just loved to watch goblins, fortunately the master and things were not there, otherwise he would have to be beaten for half a day, and he would not have enough to eat for ten days and half a month.

In fact, in his opinion, it is still more inclined to the master, the old abbot is probably a little old and a little rusty, those female pilgrims who are tired after walking a few steps, are obviously female bodhisattvas, how can they be female goblins?

"Great monk, your apprentice has a good temperament, he has seen more than ten eyes, and he is still clear and clear." Jing Zhou reversed the folding fan and praised it.

The little monk nodded vigorously, the master, the master and the things have always said that he is stupid, but in fact, he is just stupider than things.

The red-clothed beauty on the fan was gone, and the white-clothed monk sighed, sighed, "It's just stupid", and showed a little regret on his face, but fortunately, the woman in green clothes was still carrying two jars of wine in her hands, and the smell was not as good as what Cao Changqing sent, but it was not much worse.

This is a monk, you will know enough, after all, it is a thousand miles to send wine, and the gift is light and affectionate.

On weekdays, he drinks a pot of wine for a few pennies, and it is not easy to raise a daughter and daughter-in-law who spend a lot of money.

"This is for your daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law, this is for you." Jing Zhou took the wine handed over by the blue bird, and threw it forward along with the gouache rouge in his hand.

"Amitabha, thank you." Li Dangxin just folded his hands and recited a Buddha name, and he didn't see any other movements, but the things thrown by Jing Zhou were impartial and landed three feet in front of him, but the thousands of Buddha statues in the main hall shook together, as if they had been invaded by demons, and even the candles in the hall flickered and dimmed, as if they were going to be extinguished at any time in the next moment.

The blue bird was secretly surprised, this great monk's cultivation was really unfathomable, and the things that Gongzi threw out casually were not so easy to catch. Cao Changqing originally followed the carriage, but later picked up the son's empty wine jug for a few days, and got farther and farther away from the carriage.

The next moment, in Xiaoheshang's eyes, the purple-clothed boy and the master seemed to be in a state of flux, but the former had a smile on the corner of his mouth, like a Buddha holding flowers, and the latter had no expression on his face and his eyes closed.

The master has never taught himself martial arts, only saying that he will realize it one day.

The master never taught him to debate the scriptures, only saying that debates were quarrels.

The entire Liangzen Temple, probably because he is the worst at fighting, the most bad at chanting, provoked many senior brothers to make fun of him.

The master didn't teach him real skills, and the purple-clothed boy and the master fought the method, and he couldn't see anything, one by one the pestles were like wood on the ground.

He looked at it twice and was bored, and then turned his gaze to the white-clothed male Bodhisattva engraved on the wall of the "Vajra Arhat Fist" as soon as he entered the Thousand Buddha Hall.

The little monk suddenly understood a reason, it turned out that the Bodhisattva with a knife was so good-looking, better than the female Bodhisattvas who entered the temple to burn incense.

When things grow up, they will look as good as this white-clothed bodhisattva, right?

The hall was silent, the candle flame was burning again, the master opened his eyes and took a half step back, but the purple-clothed boy's body shook slightly.

"The great monk is good at cultivating, no wonder Cao Changqing said that even if he competes with Deng Tai'a's peach blossoms, he doesn't want to fight with you a few times. King Kong Realm and Donkey Kong Realm, although there is only a word difference, there is a gap between the two, and the monk is amazing. Jing Zhou laughed.

"Amitabha, the donor is not bad." After reciting the Buddha's name, the great monk monkey grabbed the wine in front of him in a hurry, and raised his head to take a sip.

"Master, haven't you hated chanting Amitabha the most in recent years?" The little monk touched his head, and he didn't feel surprised that the master was eating wine in front of people, so he interjected a sentence at the right time.

"Really? Did the master say that? The great monk asked rhetorically, although he was unbearable for wine, his throat swallowed again and again, and he quenched his thirst, but he put down the wine jug, bent down and opened the vermilion lacquer box next to the wine jug, three layers of eighteen grids, and various colors of rouge gouache were placed in the grid.

The little monk said firmly: "Master, you said the day before yesterday, learn Buddhism, learn Buddhism, learn a fart Buddha." ”

"North and South, the master tells you a reason, and it's not strange to have many people." The big monk said a word to the little apprentice Dun Dun, and smiled brightly: "You help the teacher calculate, how much can you save next month's rouge gouache money for your master's mother." ”

The little monk's eyes narrowed into a slit, looked at a grid of colorful things, and grinned: "Things told me, this grid is one and two halves, eighteen grids are a total of twenty-seven, a total... A total of thirty taels, this box of masters and things can be used for half a year, and the master can hide more than five taels of silver in a month. ”

The big monk knocked on the little monk's head, hated iron and said: "Fart, I think the teacher's eyesight looks at it, this is obviously the best rouge in the Cold Moon Fang, and a grid is only worth one or two halves?" Obviously, a grid is sold for more than five taels, and it will be counted as a teacher again! ”

This is the master who just got to fight with Childe?

This box of rouge gouache, the blue bird knows best, but when he was about to arrive at the two Zen temples, he bought it in a nearby town, and the total was only five taels of silver.

In a blink of an eye, this great monk turned five taels of silver into nearly one hundred taels, which is much more powerful than those bosses who sell rouge gouache.

The monk and apprentice were whispering on the side, and the white fox's face was fascinated by the footprints on the ground.

Jing Zhou explained: "This ground is known as the diamond mirror, even if you learn superior swordsmanship and hold the world's famous sword, you may not be able to leave traces on it, and this one hundred and eight footprints are stepped on by this great monk." ”

The white fox asked with a face, "How about this monk's golden body against your sword?" ”

The little monk didn't care about discussing with the master at this time, how many taels of rouge gouache was worth, and pricked up his ears to listen quietly.

Although the master is afraid of the master, afraid of things, and always likes to hide in the scripture pavilion on weekdays, but he still has the ability, and yesterday I heard the master scold those bull noses on Longhu Mountain are not some good birds, and the most scolding is also the most lacking in fighting.

The little monk who knew a little bit about everything went to Longhu Mountain with a hard time, and the bull's nose on the mountain was a little scary, and he didn't have any ability, so he really didn't dare to scold those Taoist priests.

Jing Zhou smiled: "It's hard to say this, the big monk didn't use all his strength just now, probably because he was afraid that the Thousand Buddha Hall would be demolished, and the monks in the temple were anxious with him." Didn't we also see it when we came, the jingle of the great monk's poverty, how much money can the small grass house be worth? If this Thousand Buddha Hall is really destroyed, maybe the big monk will sell the little monk to pay back. ”

"Look at what you do for the teacher, the monks don't speak, and even if you can't eat, you won't be sold." Seeing the little apprentice looking at him pitifully, the big monk swore a word, and the little monk nodded with a "hmm", not in vain to wash the stinky socks for the master on weekdays.

The great monk then said: "If you want to sell it, you can also sell things, my daughter, it's not easy to feed." ”

The little monk wanted to cry without tears.

It is rare for the blue bird and the white fox not to have a cold face, one is open, and the other is beautiful.

After drinking a pot of wine, the great monk asked: "You come to the two Zen temples to see the footprints of the Thousand Buddha Palace." ”

Jing Zhou looked at the lifelike Buddha statue in the hall and said, "I really came here to see these footprints." I once learned a kung fu called "Tianshan Folding Plum Hands", although this skill only has three ways to palm, three ways to grasp, but it is all-encompassing. The higher the skill and the more knowledge, the more you can turn the world's kung fu into this grappling method. I have also seen a lot of Buddhist kung fu, but only this can step on the 1808 footprints of the "King Kong Arhat Boxing Method", although it can get its shape, but it is not its god, even if it is transformed into "Tianshan Folding Plum Hand", it is difficult to exert its power. ”

The great monk sighed: "With the cultivation of the donor, there is nothing in the two Zen temples that can enter the eyes of the donor. If you just look at these footprints, two jugs of wine are a bit expensive. The wine of Emperor Wu City has not been drunk by the monk for many years. ”

Although it was the first time he saw it, when the purple-clothed man entered the Thousand Buddha Hall, the great monk knew the identity of the person in front of him.

Emperor Wu City and the two Zen temples are not far away, not as far as the west sky, and they are not close to each other, and the two places are separated by thousands of miles.

"Monk, that's what you said." Jing Zhou turned around, looked at Li Beware with a smile, and called the great monk who was not afraid of wine, meat, and sex, and felt a chill in his heart for no reason, and immediately said: "Ha, donor, the monk regrets it, you should be a monk and never say this." ”

Jing Zhou pointed to the small thatched hut in the distance with a folding fan, and said, "Monk, if you say this, your daughter-in-law doesn't know that you still have a lot of private money." ”

The great monk looked sad and said, "The donor will talk about it first." ”

Jing Zhou asked, "I heard that the monk is revising the new calendar?" ”

The big monk frowned, he was not even in the mood to drink wine, his eyes looked into the distance, his right hand moved again and again, and finally he simply leaned over and drew on the ground with his finger as a pen, his brows became deeper and deeper, and he said after a while: "The monk can't help the donor." ”

This painting made him see that the pillar of luck in Xichu was scattered but not falling, and the overflowing luck was closely related to the person in front of him. It's just that the destruction of the country in Western Chu is the general trend, and if this person wants to restore the country in Western Chu, it is to usurp the heavens and rebel against fate, Cao Changqing has been running around for Western Chu all these years, but after all, it is not nothing?

The compilation of almanacs should follow the laws of heaven and earth and be connected with the fortune of the world, which is not only related to the fate of the dynasty, but also involves the fate of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, which can be said to be the most important.

Whether it is Xichu or almanac, these two are things that have nothing to talk about.

Even if Wang Xianzhi came, he Li Beware would not take half a step back.

Although he had expected this result, Jing Zhou still regretted: "Back then, you and Huang Sanjia played two games in a row, and they all ended in a draw. Monk, you like chess so much that you don't want to win a game? ”

The great monk shook his head.

"Then there's no need to talk about it?" Jing Zhou asked again.

The great monk still shook his head.

Jing Zhou saw that the big monk's eyes were full of determination, and he knew that there was really nothing to talk about.

Honest people can't be bullied, and honest monks are also a reason. Otherwise, the Bodhisattva can be kind and kind, and he can also be angry with the Buddha, he just sighed: "Since you have compiled a new calendar, you have determined that the luck of the Liyang Dynasty has declined." Maybe you, a monk, are really timid sometimes, and you are really afraid of your daughter-in-law. There's nothing to talk about this, let's change it to a simple one, Cao Changqing followed behind, and my front foot left, and it is estimated that he will come in with his back foot. ”

The big monk's face was even more bitter, if Cao Changqing came, nine times out of ten, he would mention the matter of the new calendar to him.

Although the luck of the Liyang Dynasty is declining, Gu Jiantang is not dead, the six vassal kings are not dead, and the first assistant Zhang Julu is not dead, even if he wants to die, it will take a long time. In his opinion, even if Bei Liang without dragon qi can succeed, Old Xichu can't do it.

Even if Xichu can restore the country, what can it do?

In just a few years, isn't it still difficult to escape the end of destroying the country?

For the sake of two pots of wine and a box of rouge gouache, the great monk finally opened his mouth: "Donor, you can't violate it, so why force it?" Moreover, the mandate of heaven is established, and with Western Chu, war will be born, and the people will not survive. Monk, I am the Buddha after all. ”

Jing Zhou raised his head and smiled: "Liyang Dragon, Beiliang Python, Beimang Jiao, even if there is no Western Chu, the world will not be peaceful." Someone once said that the Tao and justice in this world are all false and cannot stand the test at all, what do you think? ”

The big monk who has read all the scriptures and has no one to argue with is silent, and the little monk is thinking that since the Tao and justice cannot stand the test, what can stand the test?

Jing Zhou ignored the bitter gourd face of the great monk, and said: "After Cao Changqing came, the monk helped me pass a message, let him go to Baoguo Temple, wait there for a while, and naturally see the person he wants to see." ”

"Have you finished reading it?" Jing Zhou glanced at the white fox's face, and the latter nodded.

There was a thunderclap, and it rained outside the Thousand Buddha Hall.

Then the little monk heard a sentence "I am not a monk, but I don't recognize the Buddha", the three figures of green, white and purple came out of the Thousand Buddha Hall, but the rain outside, when it fell on the three people, it seemed to encounter a wind and blew it to the side.

"Does Xichu really have a glimmer of hope for success?" The big monk groaned, then sat down again, holding a wine jug in one hand and a chess piece in the other, and taught the little monk to play chess.

"Master, why are you smiling again?"

"Stupid north and south, do you still cry if you don't laugh for the teacher? Passing on a sentence to earn two pots of wine and a box of rouge for nothing, no matter how you look at it, you can't lose. ”

The little monk suddenly realized.

"Nanbei, how should I tell your sister about rouge gouache tomorrow?"

"This is what the purple-clothed benefactor gave to the master and things."

"Huh?"

"It was the master who used the hard-earned money earned from the lecture to buy it for the master and things."

"Hmm."