"Nan Wu Great Pessimistic Guanyin, may I quickly know all the Dharma; Nan Wu Great Pessimistic Guanyin, may I get the eye of wisdom as soon as possible; Nan Wu Great Pessimistic Guanyin, may I speed all the people; Nan Wu Great Pessimistic Guanyin, may I be good and convenient as soon as possible; There is no great pessimism in the south, may I take the boat quickly; There is no great pessimism in the south, may I get more bitter sooner; Nan Wu Great Pessimistic Guanyin, may I quickly attain the precepts; There is no great pessimism in the south, may I climb Nirvana Mountain as soon as possible; There is no great pessimism in the south, and I hope that I will do nothing; Nan Wu Great Pessimistic Guanyin, may I be the same as the Dharma body. If I go to the mountain of swords, the mountain of swords will destroy itself; If I turn to the fiery soup, it will dry up; If I go to hell, hell will destroy itself; If I turn to the hungry ghosts, the hungry ghosts will be full; If I go to Shura, I will be disgusted and subdued; If I am a beast, I will find great wisdom..."

In the chanting hall of Kuzen Temple, the monks sit upright, and the Sanskrit sound is curling, which makes people feel clear.

"Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom..."Four bells rang one after another. Although the bell was not very loud, it resounded through Tianzhu Mountain and reached everyone's ears.

The four bells are the voice of the first great monk convened by the Kuzen Temple. After reciting the last meditation, Fa Sheng got up from the pu mat, walked out of the chanting hall, and went straight to the elders' house.

"Now that all the brothers and sisters have arrived, let's start the discussion. The abbot of Kuzen Temple, Fa Xiang, glanced at the seat, and said.

"Senior Brother Abbot, look at your look, but what is the difficulty?" Fa Tong, the first great monk of the Relic Academy, looked at the Fa Xiang and asked. He sat on the first place on the left, closest to the Faxiang, and his face was sad.

Fa Xiang slowly took out a red leather folded book from his sleeve pocket, paused, and gently threw it in front of Fatong, and sighed: "Alas, senior brother Fatong, take a look." ”

The red-skinned folded book fell in front of him, and Fatong saw that there were two copper-plated characters in the middle of it, which was "official". Fa Tong thought that it was this thing that embarrassed the abbot, but he wanted to see what was written in it. Hurriedly rolled up the cuffs, picked them up from the table, and opened them to take a closer look. "Oh, this... Is there such a thing? Senior Brother Faxiang, you can also take a look!" After reading Fa Tong, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly handed the folded book to the first Fa Zheng of the Precept Academy, who was the second on the left.

"This, this is simply unheard of!Senior Brother Fapu, come and take a look!" Fa Zheng's expression was no different from Fa Tong's talent, and after reading it, he handed it to Fa Pu, the first seat of the Luohan Hall.

... ...

The great monks on the seat have all finished reading, and the red-skin folded book has been passed to the abbot in front of the prime minister.

Fa Xiang put away the folded book, looked at the people in the seat, and asked, "Senior brothers, I don't know what you think?"

"Senior Brother Abbot, the emperor is asking us to do the bad karma of killing, how can this be done?" Chang was hospitalized and the first person to stand up and replied first.

"Senior Brother Fayan, haven't you seen it?" The official can clearly write that if you don't obey the call, you will be guilty of rebellion, and there will be no forgiveness for killing!"

"How can the emperor be so tyrannical and force us and other Buddhist Qing cultivators to kill people and commit crimes?"

"Senior brother, the matter has come to this, the official has been ordered, I am afraid that we will not be able to shirk if we want to! My Buddha is merciful, wise and clear, and must know the reason, Amitabha! Stop evil with evil, and evil is not evil. If the Buddha does not kill, he does not kill, he must not kill, he must not kill, in order to kill this bad karma, to stop this killing karma, killing is not necessarily not a kind of practice. Fa Xiangzheng said.

"Yes, Senior Abbot. Fa Yan was taught. After hearing this, Fa Yan clasped his hands together.

Fa Xiang went on to say: "It is imperative to follow the call, and it is useless to think too much. The one I am worried about is Uncle Hanging Moon. This official clearly recruited Uncle Hanging Moon to enter the capital, alas, Uncle is already in his old age, it is really not appropriate to travel thousands of miles, you have to think of a way but refuse. ”

When the monks thought of this verse, they all looked at each other, not knowing how to answer...

In the courtyard of the Xu family's mansion in Ruozhou, a tall and fat old man walked quickly with a red leather folded book in his hand, and there was a living wind under his feet.

The tall and fat old man walked to the door of a courtyard, slowed down, and called inward: "Master, master, someone from the court has come." ”

There was a burst of "Boom, Boom, Boom!" in the courtyard, and it turned out to be an old man in his fifties practicing swords. I saw him stab his sword diagonally to the ground, his hand trembling but the tip of the sword did not tremble, and then his wrist flipped over, and the sword body was drawn in the void, and the grass and branches pointed at the tip of the sword were instantly cracked. It turned out that the sword moves of this old man in gorgeous clothes contained a powerful sword aura that was invisible to the naked eye, and it could actually exert force in the air. Where the sword qi goes, like the sword blade itself, it can really kill the enemy invisibly.

The tall and fat old man saw that the middle-aged Huafu was practicing his sword, and he didn't dare to disturb, but leaned on the side of the stone mountain and stood still. I saw an anxious look on his face, as if he was holding urine, and he couldn't feel comfortable.

Xu Xiaoyi ignored the tall and fat old man, and the sword moves in his hand became faster and faster, and he became more and more powerful, gradually forming a phantom.

After the one hundred and twelfth Xu family swordsmanship was completed, the sword was returned to the sheath, and the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes suddenly felt comfortable everywhere in his body. The tall and fat old man saw that he had finished practicing swords, and hurriedly came over to report: "Master, the imperial court official has just come, and he left this 'official book' and left." Looking at their expressions, it didn't seem like a good thing. After speaking, he handed over the red folded book with both hands.

The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes took over the official seal, swept his eyes quickly, his face gradually turned gloomy, and the tall fat on the side stood silently, trembling and not daring to speak.

... ...

"Master, the dog official of the imperial court was killed by the people of the Turkic State, and the emperor Lao'er asked us to help him kill people when he lost a broken book? Where is there such a refreshing thing! If you want me to say, we will ignore him, our mountain is high and the road is sloping, and it is very difficult to walk, see how they come up!"

"You fool! The imperial court wants to come to suppress us, so how can we stop us with this little mountain danger? Not to mention that Liu Jinbei, who was killed by the turtle and grandson of the Turkic State this time, is our fellow villager in Xuanzhou. That's a well-known good official, more than ten years ago, he was an official in Xuanzhou, a teacher and received some favors from him, but he never had the opportunity to repay him. Hey, how could he be killed!" Ma Quande scolded angrily.

"Master, are we really going to the capital to go to the sixth day of the sixth month of the sixth month?" asked Zhao Xiaojie, a disciple of Ma Quande.

... ...

Not only Qinzhou Kuchan Temple, Ruozhou Xujia, Xuanzhou Huzhong Mountain, but also the famous gate factions in the rivers and lakes have all received the conscription officials sent by the imperial court. For a time, all the summoned sects were in great trouble, and they were not at peace.

Xu Xiaoyi stood by the pool with his hands in his hands, holding the official back and forth in his hands, looking at the rising sun, and said softly: "The holy call has come out, and there will be no peace in the rivers and lakes from now on." ”