The white-clothed Confucian shook his head and chuckled, "I don't know." ”

The white-clothed Confucian stared at him: "Lian Mou is just a cloth cloth, no matter who the surname of the world is, and no matter how vast and free the world is, it is only 80,000 words in Lian Mou's eyes, of course, Lian Mou is not one of those pedantic scholars who can only bury his head in hard reading, and he will not cringe when he encounters the south wall, there are thousands of children from poor families in the world, why do they want to study? Is it really for the sake of the common people in the world to read? In fact, to put it bluntly, aren't they all dreaming of ascending to the Tianzi Hall for Tian Shelang, in order to get out of the evil breath, the prince will have a kind of Xiangning, so he is tireless and tireless. ”

"Of course, among the thousands of children of the poor family, there are indeed people who are obsessed with reading for the common people in the world. The corners of Lian Wansheng's mouth trembled, and he continued: "At the age of seventeen, he participated in the township-level imperial examination for the first time, and he should have been qualified to enter the Beijing palace examination in high school, but he was replaced by the state capital tanuki prince to change his palace examination edict, and let a rich child in the jurisdiction replace him to participate in the imperial examination. ”

The gray-robed monk closed his eyes slightly, quietly listening to the words of the white-clothed Confucian from the bottom of his heart.

Lian Wansheng said: "After 30 years of hard study in the cold window, his sideburns have changed slightly, and he has expected an edict from the Son of Heaven to announce that the world is stepping into the Tianzi Hall, why? ”

The white-clothed Confucian didn't know if it was choked or for another reason, he paused for a moment, calmed down and said eloquently: "Heaven rewards hard work, that person has read the book in his hand, including Ying Chew Hua for 30 years, and finally looked forward to the edict of the Son of Heaven that was late for 30 years, but after he learned about the various causes and effects of the previous list, he unexpectedly smiled indifferently, he said, if this world is not terminally ill and blind, why does he want to study?"

"Amitabha. "After traveling thousands of miles, I watched the Dharma fool who had returned from all living beings, and murmured softly inexplicably.

Bai Yun had heard the ins and outs of Lian Wansheng's entry into the sainthood overnight, Lian Wansheng was originally the son of an official eunuch in Beijing, but he was wiped out by the Nine Clans overnight, Bai Yun reacted and read the taste, it turned out that the white-clothed Confucian had a long talk, telling a certain sour experience.

The white-clothed Confucian student's face was hidden in the darkness, and his voice became deeper and lower, and he said, " Under the expectations of the public, he led the entire family to leave his hometown, from thousands of miles away from the Yanyu Jiangnan to the capital, thinking that he would have the opportunity to show his strength when he boarded the court of the Son of Heaven, and showed his strategy to govern the world and save the people, so that the dying world could take a breath and slow down, but who knew that the root of the disease in the world had already spread to the feet of the Son of Heaven, and once he entered the temple, it was as deep as the sea, and who could avoid this sea of clouds and clouds, but he still just smiled and said, wait a little longer.

After many years of ups and downs, he finally waited for the opportunity to display his ambitions, and when he was full of joy and was about to make a big move, the stubborn disease that made the world sneer

The root relied on him, and the cure had to find the root, and the right medicine could cut out the root of the disease, so he finally found out the source of the root of the disease, but he was powerless to save the people of the world, and the source of the root of the disease was the man who gave him the edict of the Son of Heaven. ”

Lian Wansheng's calm sleeves suddenly swelled and cracked, and he couldn't see his expression clearly in the dark: " The son of a poor family who was originally a farmer and a farmer, spent his whole life at the top of the court, and smiled and said, "That's it, since even the roots are rotten, if it can't be cured, it won't be cured, he wanted to retreat bravely and lead the family back to the countryside, but he fell into a big crime of colluding with foreign enemies to incite civil strife, and overnight, the entire mansion was beheaded by one hundred and eighty people, and I don't know if God intended to protect it, so that this uprooted family can retain a trace of blood, or has no intention of favoring the actions of the Ninety-Five Supreme, the son of the troubled Shangshu Lord, survived a life in a night of shock and fled to Jiangnan。 ”

The gray-clothed old monk and the white-clothed Confucian who blocked the white-clothed Confucian students on the Ten Thousand Buddha Flat all looked pale, and the elders with weak hearts couldn't help but bow their heads and chant Amitabha.

Huiping monk's face was gloomy, the corners of his mouth opened a slit and then slowly closed, it seemed that there were thousands of catties of good words in his throat and could not swallow out a word, hatred has been like a maggot attached to the bone marrow of the white-clothed Confucian student, even if there are thousands of catties of gold and jade good words, what is the use?

The white-clothed Confucian lightly stroked his long beard under his chin, and his expression was not too tragic but hidden boundless loneliness: "But since Lian Mou is different from those scholars who are pedantic and intuitive, he will naturally not go against the flow and go with the flow." ”

"Lian Mou has been thinking, why did the whole clan of 180 people die cleanly, but God wants to leave me alive? Later, Lian Mou finally figured it out, everything in the dark is arranged by heaven, God must want me to personally slash the mediocre and cruel dog emperor, otherwise where would there be a shocking move to turn into a saint and enter Chang'an overnight. ”

The gray-robed monk shook his head expressionlessly, and his hand, hidden deep in the dark gray long sleeves, slowly raised to hold the Zen staff that was flat on the ground.

The white-clothed Confucian turned a blind eye, but gradually put down his hand to caress his beard, and said calmly: "Lian Mou's right thing will never give up halfway, the first time he entered Beijing, Lian Mou entered Chang'an City but couldn't enter the glazed golden tile palace, the second time he entered Beijing, Lian Mou entered the Great Inner Forbidden Palace but couldn't enter the Ziluan Golden Palace, and the third time he entered Beijing, he finally stepped on the Ziluan Golden Palace that fascinated countless poor scholars, and he was only a hundred steps away from the dog emperor who sat on the golden chair of the Nine Dragons. ”

When this extraordinary Confucian saint who dominates the world today, his expression is as plain as usual when he said this, the elders of Muru Temple are all talking about the tiger's color change, and even Wansheng three entered Chang'an City to attract the shock of the Beijing Division, when the pilgrimage is to dispatch tens of thousands of Xuanjia iron cavalry to guard the border of Liang and Liao, and this Confucian Saint is not afraid of thousands of troops and horses, and set foot alone in the world's most fortified palace, from the Ninety-Five Supreme who has a deep blood feud with him is only a hundred steps away, although the people of Muru Temple are already familiar with Lian Wansheng's revenge for entering Beijing to kill the king, but when

This shocking past, when it came out of the mouth of this Confucian saint word for word, seemed to be only shocking and shocking that was rarely clear.

This group of monks who had never experienced the beauty of the rivers and lakes inexplicably felt mixed feelings, and this gloom flashed without missing a trace on the faces of the elders of Muru Temple, like a dragonfly in the shape of a single shadow sweeping the lake, only giving birth to mysterious floating waves that were not painful or itchy, but it was not enough to make the whole lake tremble.

"If I can't kill the dog emperor in Chang'an in three times, then I will enter Chang'an in four times, if I can't kill the dog emperor in Chang'an in four years, then I will enter Chang'an five times and enter Chang'an in six years, until I can cut off the head of the dog emperor with my own hands. The white-clothed Confucian said in a high-pitched voice.

The gray-robed old monk quietly raised the Zen staff and put it down gently, when the bottom of the Zen staff hit the blue brick ground of Wanfoping, it made a clear and clear sound, like a morning bell when the head was drunk, so that people were awake, and then a breeze spread out with the gray-robed old monk as the center, and swept up a diffuse dust.

Lian Wansheng smiled and smiled indifferently: "Dare to ask Huiping host, is this kind of heart demon obstacle cured well?"

"Amitabha. The gray-robed old monk shook his head, held the Zen staff in one hand and put it in front of his chest with the other, and said, "Even the donor, since you feel that the demon obstacle in your heart cannot be cured, why do you want to ask the poor monk?"

The white-clothed Confucian put his hand behind his back, and his tone seemed to be a little meaningful, and said: "Lian Mou thinks that he has read 80,000 words in the world, but he can't read through the demon obstacles in his heart.

The host of Huiping shook his head again and again and said: "Even the donor's hatred is deep to the bone, I am afraid that it will be difficult to wash away the hatred in the heart of the donor even if the water of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River is exhausted." ”

The white-clothed Confucian only felt funny, the corners of his mouth curved into an arc, and said, "What does Master Huiping mean is that Lian is hopeless?"

At this time, behind the elders of Muru Temple, a young monk in a gray robe walked out.

Facing the white-clothed Confucian who waved his hand in front of him, he could turn the entire Muru Temple upside down, and the young monk always put his hands together in front of his chest and walked calmly to the side of the Huiping monk.

At the same time, a terrifying-looking black tiger suddenly jumped down from the Haihui Hall, like a black shadow coming out of the sky, and sat in front of an old man and a young man after landing on the ground.

"Amitabha. Fa Yu first made a Buddhist salute to the white-clothed Confucian student, and then said: "Heart disease still needs heart medicine, even the donor has heart disease, then it should be to relieve the knots in the heart by yourself, so as to remove the demons and break the obstacles." ”

"Little Master, is there a way to untie the dead knot in my heart?" The white-clothed Confucian was expressionless, and his gaze fell on the black tiger with angry eyes.

"Even the donor can take refuge in my Buddha and receive the Buddha's Muze, cut off the seven emotions and six desires in the heart, practice Buddhism and Zen with pure ears, and remove the demons in the heart when the merit is complete. Fa Yu said, and the words were so calm that there were no ripples: "Unless even the benefactor's heart demon has something else besides avenging the blood feud of the family." ”

Lian Wansheng retracted his gaze, and after a moment of silence, he said: "The art of observing people's hearts is not terrible, what is terrible is to use it."

The heart looks at people's hearts. ”

The white-clothed Confucian let go of the hands behind him, and his long-sleeved underwear drooped: "I heard that there is an extraordinary apprentice under the seat of Master Huiping, in addition to practicing the most difficult to blossom and bear fruit in the world, he also naturally knows how to observe people's hearts, and now when he sees that it is really not an ordinary product in the pool, it is no wonder that King Wu racked his brains to plan this situation, and he was bound to uproot Muru Temple." ”

(End of chapter)