"Good, good, I have attained the three bodhisattvas of Anuttara, and I will be reborn in bliss, Mr. Dezhuo, I have come out of a new path, please remember today's events, and open the door for my future generations!"

The sweeping old monk is naked, and his whole body is full of Buddhist treasures and solemnity, his voice is like a bell, so that people can hear that the heart is left satisfied and calm, and all the evil thoughts and miscellaneous thoughts disappeared in an instant, which shows the mystery of the Buddha's magical powers.

Xuan Ci and the others bowed three times and bowed nine times, and then said in unison: "Obey the will of my Buddhism!"

The sweeping old monk has achieved the six divine powers of Buddhism, and has practiced the supreme supernatural powers, which is the Buddha who has cultivated the fruit industry of the three bodhisattvas of the three bodhisattvas, Xuan Ci and other monks do not dare to have the slightest disobedience, and bow down wholeheartedly.

The sweeping old monk turned around and looked at Zhuo Bufan with a smile on his face, and said, "Mr. Zhuo, the grace of ignition, let me report it later, and the old man will go first!"

As soon as the words fell, the sweeping old monk pushed forward with his palms flat, and a gust of wind suddenly hit Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan hurriedly blocked it with the three-foot sword light of the sword point, but saw that the breeze actually ignored the sword, fingers, arms and Zhuo Bufan's body, as if nothingness was brushed from his hand to his face, and then passed through his body.

Zhuo Bufan's body was shocked, he frowned, and laughed after a while: "Wonderful! It turns out that supreme enlightenment is good, and it is even human inaction, but it is necessary to do nothing inside and outside in order to do everything and achieve physical sanctification! It's just that your Buddhism wants to use the physical body as a boat to cross the sea of suffering, and the soul is the foundation, okay! Sweeping old monk, let's meet again!"

Zhuo Bufan looked up as he spoke, but there was still a sweeping monk.

I saw a gust of wind blowing in the courtyard, a golden rainbow pierced the sky, and there were faint golden flowers and honeysuckles and aromas from the sky, and Xuan Ci and other monks heard the Sanskrit sound, and they all knelt on the ground and recited Buddhist scriptures silently.

Bursts of refreshing Buddha voices echoed in the Shaolin Ancient Temple, and the voice of the sweeping monk fell from the sky, slowly echoing and shaking in the Shaolin Temple like his true qi.

"A Buddha sits on a thousand leaves, a leaf has a thousand Buddhas, my heart lotus does not open, how do I know that I do not become a Buddha? My Buddha often says: Where should the clouds live, and what should the clouds live. Buddha, that's it!"

Zhuo Bufan, dressed in green clothes, stood in the center like a sharp sword, looking forward to watching the fragrant flowers in the sky fall, smiling, and then said lightly: "There are countless sands in the Ganges, there are countless worlds in heaven and earth, if you are not a saint Buddha, how do you know the vastness of heaven and earth?"

The voice slowly faded away, and Zhuo Bufan in the field disappeared at some point, along with Qin Hongmian and Gan Baobao.

Zhuo Bufan, who was flying with the "Juque Sword" imperial sword under his feet, held Qin Hongmian and Gan Baobao in his arms, and went all the way down from Shaomu Mountain, all the way to the east, and flew straight to Bianliang, Tokyo, before slowly falling.

Along the way, I don't know how many people saw Zhuo Bufan flying in the air, and they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed again and again.

Falling from a remote place in Kaifeng Mansion, Zhuo Bufan took his second daughter to the palace.

Qin Hongmian and Gan Baobao saw the ascension of the sweeping old monk, and also knew that the master was also going to fly, looking at the more and more ethereal master, their hearts were mixed, they had the heart to speak but didn't know what to say, they could only hold the hem of the master's clothes tightly, and follow him through the bustling Bianliang City, and no longer had the heart to look at the novel acrobatics and hook fence tiles on both sides of the road, even the rock sugar gourd, osmanthus cake, hawthorn cake was not interested.

Zhuo Bufan now has a lot of thoughts in his heart, and he doesn't know that the two female disciples behind him are still worried about him, full of reluctance, he bought two sugar gourds and handed them to the two, and said, "Eat a sugar gourd, and take you to the official's house for the teacher!"

At this time, it was already night, from the outer wall of the Bianliang Palace, holding the second daughter and jumping into the city wall of more than ten zhang, Zhuo Bufan was walking in the palace in a bright light, but no guard could find it.

After walking for a long time in the back garden of the palace, he saw that the Guanjia Hall was brightly lit, and Zhuo Bufan's ears moved slightly to hear the sound of someone talking inside.

Zhuo Bufan also knew that the emperors of the Northern Song Dynasty would grow grain in the Guanjia Palace, which meant that he shared weal and woe with the people, and also showed an agricultural-oriented attitude.

It is now close to the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the official Zhao Ji of the dynasty has been busy all day during the day, and at night he remembers that the rice is ripe, so he comes to harvest it overnight.

Zhuo Bufan and his two daughters stood silently in front of the Guanjia Palace, watching the emperor in his thirties dressed in a red robe, barefoot, holding a sickle in his hand and bending over to harvest golden rice in the rice field with an area of only one acre, and several attendants on both sides holding candles in their hands to illuminate the official family.

After watching it for a long time, Emperor Zhao Ji really walked and harvested one by one, and it was less than half an acre to harvest after an hour, he straightened up and let out a sigh of relief. An elderly eunuch next to him hurriedly stepped forward to help the official wipe his sweat, and then persuaded: "Your Majesty, you have been tired for a day of reform and military affairs, why are you still working at night? The slaves and maids said that we will do it, why are you so stubborn? What are you doing cleaning up these pickled houses?"

Zhao Ji said in a deep voice: "Elder Liu doesn't need to persuade him anymore, his ancestors still have a heart! If I don't cultivate and harvest every year, how can I know the people's livelihood and suffering? It is not easy for me to establish a country in the Great Song Dynasty, and if future generations continue to delay in sound and pleasure, let alone recovering the lost land, it will be difficult even if the country does not die! The more I do some farm work, the more sober-minded I become, for the sake of the foundation of my ancestors and the people of the Great Song Dynasty, this reform must go on!"

"Okay!"

A middle-aged man's voice came faintly, and everyone was shocked, but when they looked around, they saw a man in green clothes who couldn't see clearly not far away and two stunning girls standing there, and they knew at a glance that they were not from the palace.

Liu Lao was the chief steward who served the former emperor, and he was surprised when he saw an unknown person entering the inner courtyard of the palace, but he did not change his face and shouted loudly: "Escort!"

As soon as the voice was shouted, an invisible wind hit the acupoint and couldn't move, and the other eunuchs were also hit, but a pair of royal forest soldiers stationed outside didn't hear Liu Lao's call at all.

Zhao Ji saw that the three of them didn't move, and the four attendants around him were all fixed, so he knew that it was a strange person.

Zhao Ji was in the prime of life, and he was a nobleman, with an extraordinary natural bearing, he looked at Zhuo Bufan and asked, "Mr. came late at night, I don't know what to do with me?"

Zhuo Bufan nodded, and said with a smile: "You are still a good emperor, use Wang Anshi to preside over the change, even if he steps down, you can also come to the stage to preside over the change, you are really courageous, you defeated Jiaozhi again, and last year you seized the opportunity to defeat Xixia, and it was not in vain for the hard work of this seat." ”

Zhao Ji frowned when he heard this, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "The tens of thousands of righteous soldiers who helped me defend Yongle City last year and helped Xu Xi raid and defeat the Western Xia army were Your Excellency's handiwork?"

Zhuo Bufan smiled: "Not bad." This seat is the palace master of the Tianshan Vulture Palace, the head of the Huashan faction, the people of the rivers and lakes are called the sword god Zhuo Bufan, and he has long known that the emperor has long known that the emperor's five-way army will be defeated under Yongle City in the Western Xia, so he will send my subordinates to the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands to rescue, otherwise after the city is broken, our Han family good sons and daughters do not know how much they will die. ”

When he summoned Chen Jingyuan three years ago, he heard that the Huashan faction had changed Zhuo Bufan as the head, and he wanted to have time to summon Mr. Zhuo, but he didn't expect to see it today, and he bowed his hands and said: "It turned out to be Mr. Zhuo in person, I have long heard the true Qing master Chen Daochang say your name, and I only saw Mr. today, it was my mistake, please don't blame Mr." ”

Zhuo Bufan nodded with a smile and praised: "Your Majesty is a good emperor." This seat will shatter the void in a few days and fly to the upper realm, and I came here today to extend the national glory of my Han family, one is to cure your majesty's dark disease, otherwise you will die of illness in two years. Second, I want to ask Your Majesty to set up a prince, and this seat will accept him as a disciple, and teach him what he has learned, so as to educate an emperor with all kinds of civil and martial arts for our Great Song Dynasty, I don't know what Your Majesty thinks?"

Since the Qin Dynasty, all Chinese dynasties have admired Taoism, and the Song Dynasty is no exception.

Zhao Ji naturally attached great importance to Taoism, and although he was a little skeptical about the extraordinary ascension of the head of Huashan, he also knew that he must have a strange skill, so he said: "Then Mr. Lao." Early tomorrow morning, please invite Mr. Chen, Mr. Zhang from Longhu Mountain, Mr. Gesoap Mountain, and Mr. Maoshan from your faction to discuss it again. ”

Zhuo Bufan said: "Your Majesty, this seat is offended. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhuo Bufan stood beside Zhao Ji, and then Zhao Ji felt a hot air flow enter his body and limbs, making him almost hum comfortably.

After a while, the warm current gradually dissipated, and Zhao Ji's body was also controlled, and he felt full of energy, and his original illness was completely cured.

Only then did Zhao Ji know the magic of Zhuo Bufan, and he was also a little in awe in his heart, and said, "Thank you, Mr. for your treatment." ”

"Choose the prince and send it to Huashan, please rest assured, my Huashan faction, the Taoist lineage and our Great Song Dynasty Zhao family are both prosperous and lossy, and they will make great efforts to plan for my Great Song Dynasty before they ascend. ”

Zhao Ji looked up to see where Zhuo Bufan and the two women were there, and the huge palace was empty, echoing what Zhuo Bufan said before leaving.

The four chamberlains were suddenly able to move, and Liu Lao shouted loudly for the guards, and at the same time rushed to the emperor and asked, "Official, did that person hurt you just now?"

Zhao Ji frowned and said, "No, my health has never been better." ”

......

Half an hour later, in the Yanshou Palace, several imperial doctors were full of surprise after diagnosing Zhao Ji's pulse, and the imperial physician Ling bowed down and said: "Congratulations to Your Majesty! Congratulations to Your Majesty! Ancestors bless, your pulse is strong and powerful, it can be seen that the hidden disease has been completely cured!"

Zhao Ji nodded when he heard this, pondered for a moment, and said, "Queen Xuan is here, and then go out of the palace to meet King Xuan Wengong...... Slow...... Wang Xiang will not announce it for the time being, and call the king Zhao of Yan'an County first. ”

On the second day, after a night of discussion between Zhao Ji and the queen, the court issued an order to let the sixth prince, Zhao Fu, the king of Yan'an County, follow the example of Taizu and go to Huashan to meet the descendants of Chen Tuan and learn martial arts.

Three days later, the six-year-old Zhao Maid of Yan'an County left the palace and came to Huashan under the escort of the Imperial Forest Army and two personal companions.