Xiaohe just walked a little way, this was not long after he sat down, as soon as he stood up and bowed down, he felt top-heavy and almost fell, fortunately the maid on the side was close, and immediately put his hands around and held Xiaohe.

The two ladies were shocked, and hurriedly ordered the maid to help Xiaohe sit down and rest.

"Donor, can I give the little lady a pulse," Master Fa Cheng looked at Xiaohe's face and said to Yuan Rui.

Yuan Rui hurriedly let go of her body and asked the master to take Xiaohe's pulse, she was indeed a little uncomfortable during this time.

"Congratulations to Master Yuan, the little lady is already pregnant, but she is a little weak, it doesn't matter, I'll just prescribe a prescription."

When everyone heard this, they were still a little worried, and they immediately became happy, this is a great joy!

Yuan Rui had mixed feelings at this time, Xiaohe's pregnancy was originally a good thing, but he always remembered that Xiaohe was injured a few years ago, and since then, Xiaohe's health has not been very good, plus pregnancy, he is really afraid that Xiaohe's body will have problems.

"Don't hide it from the master, Xiaohe suffered a knife wound in order to save me a few years ago, and it was very serious at that time, so I bothered the master a lot."

"Master Yuan, don't worry, the old monk has been diagnosed, it has some impact, and it is no big deal."

Hearing this, a few people were relieved, and Mrs. Lin gave the master a special solemn salute.

The master also returned the courtesy and humplied, and while everyone was talking here, a little monk came to the door and said goodbye.

"Tell the abbot, the ancestor asked me to invite Master Yuan Shi to go to the backyard for a while."

Yuan Rui was stunned, and before he could speak, Master Facheng said with a smile, "Master Yuanqiu is in the temple, you can go!" ”

Yuan Rui followed the little monk to a remote meditation room in the backyard, and saw Master Yuanqiu sitting cross-legged on the couch in the room with his eyes closed and meditating. The little monk asked Yuan Rui to sit down, poured him another glass of water, and then went out to cover the door.

"Childe, don't come unharmed." Master Yuanqiu opened his eyes at this time and looked at Yuan Rui with a smile.

"The kid has seen the master, and the master's body is safe!" Yuan Rui hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Counting on my fingers, the old monk has been in the Zen gate for almost seventy years, and now there are only three or five people left in the Yuan generation, and the two brothers and sisters who are still showing up in the secular realm, life is only a hundred years, the cycle of life and death, don't care."

"I heard that Gongzi has done a lot of great things during this time, and it has also caused a lot of discussions, how do you feel about being in the wind."

"Don't hide it from the master, the kid hasn't figured it out until now, and the kid doesn't know who to talk to!"

"At that time, I was poisoned and almost died, and after returning home, I closed my door to reflect for two years. Parents died early at home, alone, guarding a few acres of thin fields, not to mention the nobility in front of people, but mixing food and clothing, living a small life in peace, it is a kind of consummation. ”

"But there are a lot of gossip about the relatives around me, people can't live only according to their own preferences, there are still many relatives who need to be taken care of, and there are some people around you who need to support each other.

"Considering the son, he has been a human for two lifetimes, and in a hundred years, has the son ever thought about what to do for future generations!"

Master Yuan Qiu's voice suddenly became low, as if the voice was about to penetrate Yuan Rui's body.

Yuan Rui was stunned, two lives as a man, two lives as a man!

Yuan Rui looked up at Master Yuanqiu, as if he had seen the distant future from those wise eyes!

Scene by scene, one by one, flashed in front of Yuan Rui's eyes, he slowly closed his eyes, he had never been so calm!

I don't know how long it has been, and time seems to stand still!

"Xianggong, Xianggong," a soft shout came from his ear, making Yuan Rui slowly sober up.

I don't know when, the county lord and several masters have come to the meditation hall, and Master Facheng looked at Yuan Rui with a caring face.

"Master, I understand," Yuan Rui looked at Master Yuanqiu, who was still sitting on the couch, and replied quietly.

"Man, the spirit of all things, although intelligent and sensitive, is flesh and blood, birth, old age, sickness and death, and non-human beings cannot return!"

"I, learn the knowledge of the sages, learn the law of the ancestors, expect the temple to be high, and the people to be far away!"

"I, as far as I can see, will not let a single person die of starvation!"

"I, I hope that before I die, no one will poke my spine and scold after death!"

"I, I hope that after I die, no one will say that I am crazy before I die!"

"I, I wish to die!"

The original text of this small post, which was called a hundred-character mantra by later generations of Buddhism, was engraved next to the meditation hall in the backyard of Lingyin Temple. At the same time, it has also been praised by various universities in Daxia, and is known as the nine texts of sacred learning.

The smile on the face of Master Yuanqiu, who was sitting cross-legged, gradually solidified, and he said to Facheng, "Bow to the Buddha and help him!" ”

Then he gently recited some scripture in his mouth, and several eminent monks on the side heard the scripture and sat down cross-legged and followed the scripture.

On June 17, a generation of senior monk Master Yuanqiu sat in Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou.

Yuan Rui, who returned to the county lord's mansion, sat at the desk when he entered the door, motionless for several hours.

The county lord has been accompanying him not far from the beginning, without any intention of consolation. Because Xiaohe was pregnant, the two ladies who had returned to the house in the early stage came to see them for a while and went back, they knew that at this time, they still asked Yuan Rui to calm down.

The county lord doesn't know what the reaction will be when the small post is spread, and he doesn't know what the impact this statement will have on Yuan Rui!

But she understands that this statement is the truest heart of Xianggong, and it is also the goal that Xianggong is about to strive for.

Yuan Rui woke up very early the next day, and today Lingyin Temple specially invited himself to participate in the gift of Master Yuanqiu's golden body!

This time I came forward to receive myself is the reception of the master Jiyun, now several monks in the temple are beside Master Yuanqiu, most of the reception is the main monk of the Jizi generation, and the little monk of the empty character generation greets and receives back and forth.

Yuan Rui chatted with Jiyun and learned about the current generational inheritance of Buddhism.

The current Buddhism is arranged according to the Yuan Law of the Void, the Meditation and Enlightenment, the Void and the Wisdom, and the Circle of the Twenty Characters, which was determined at the beginning of the founding of the Great Xia, and delineated the inheritance and direction for the next three hundred years of Buddhism.

Yuan Rui is one of the few guests who have been invited to visit the Golden Body Ceremony, the etiquette of Buddhism is the most solemn, the sense of ceremony is very strong, and the rules and procedures are also paid attention to, every detail is done in place, and the feelings of all parties are also taken into account.

It can be seen that several masters are busy, and after Yuan Rui finished the ceremony, he just said goodbye to Master Jiyun and returned to the county lord's mansion.

Zhu Fuzi, who was far away in Yangzhou, saw this small post for the first time two days later, because among the pilgrims of Lingyin Temple, there was a student from Hangzhou School Palace who was helping in the temple.

He got the copy of this little word as soon as possible, and as a student of the master, his first reaction was to directly send the copy to Yangzhou.

Zhu Fuzi, who was unwell during this time, saw this small post, and even called three times in a row, "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!" While holding a sticker and reading it lightly, he paced around the room and tasted it.

Later, he came to the desk, spread out the rice paper, waved his pen, wrote down seven big characters, and after writing, he was still unfinished, and shouted, "Finally accepted a good student!" ”

Then he instructed the servants to send the big characters to the Hangzhou County Lord's Mansion quickly.

That night, the happy Zhu Fuzi summoned his two sons to the bedside, specially instructed a few words, and then pointed to a basket of books that he had sorted out in the afternoon, so that his son had time to give this basket of books to Yuan Rui.

After arranging everything, Zhu Fuzi died of illness at home in Yangzhou that night, with a smile on his face before he died.

In Miyagi, the saint looked at this little post on the table and didn't speak for a long time!

In the capital, Yuan Rui's small stickers were invariably placed on the tables of several important ministers, and they were all silent after reading them.

There was a rare calm in the entire court for a few days in a row, without a little wave, it was too abnormal!

Hanlin said that the eldest prince of Lu still took a time to come to the mansion of Meng University, he has entered the court for a short time, and it is false to say that he is not worried about the current situation, and there are indeed not many people he can discuss in the capital.

"Shibo, I heard that after reading the little post, Zhu Fuzi applauded and sang, but he died of illness that night!" The eldest prince is Yuan Rui's brother-in-law, and Master Meng is Yuan Rui's father-in-law, and the two are authentic in-laws.

"Little brother's little post, it's just a small statement, and there is nothing taboo, what's wrong!"

"The virtuous nephew can know where the struggle for Confucian monarchy and civil rights lies!" Scholar Meng is the descendant of Meng Shengren.

"This kid has pierced the sky and broken the balance of a hundred years, you see how he has said a gentleman and an official in his words. The ancients, learn literature and martial arts, sell goods to the emperor's family, he is good, he is not expected to be a saint in the temple! ”

"Shibo, this is for the sake of all the people, the people are important, and the king is light, isn't this also the wish of the court!"

"Look at what he said, don't let a person die of starvation, expect to die without being scolded, expect to die for the people, so dare anyone to be an official, can the holy position still be done, the Lord of the people is the one, not him!"

Only then did Grand Master Lu react and gasp, this statement has disrupted the entire officialdom order!

Yuan Rui was grieving in Hangzhou at this time, the news of the death of his mentor Zhu Fuzi had come, and the banner given by the master was not framed by Yuan Rui, and was sorted out and put into the cabinet in the study.

The domestic servant who came to report the funeral brought a handwritten letter from Zhu Fuzi's eldest son and brought a basket of books prepared by Zhu Fuzi.

In the letter, some of Zhu Fuzi's instructions before his death were stated as they were, and it was repeatedly emphasized that Zhu Fuzi said before he died that Yuan Rui would not be allowed to go back to see him off.

When, Yuan Rui felt that he could go to comfort the undead, and then take time to go to his grave and tell him.

Yuan Rui had no choice but to kneel three times and bow nine times in the direction of Yangzhou in the middle of the house to bid farewell to his teacher.

When Yuan Rui worshipped, the county lord was also very solemnly by his side, and he gave a big salute together.

Under Yuan Rui's repeated requests, it was specifically explained that this was for the master's family affairs, and the domestic servant returned to Yangzhou with the three thousand taels of silver tickets prepared by Yuan Rui.