Xuankong Mountain, on the library of Feishengtai, the former ascetic has become a Confucian student, and his words and deeds have lost the uprightness of the ascetic, and the edge of the monk has disappeared, and there is a little more elegance of the Confucian gentleman and sage.

Xiao Daotong's recommended "Hug Puzi" didn't read it in his heart, he didn't touch the inner part at all, but he read the outer part, and he wanted to help the people through the world when he read it, and then he chose Confucian classics, after all, he used a subset of Confucian classics during the scientific examination.

After the Confucian scholar decided to take the road of scientific research, the ordinary Confucian classics on the library floor were read to him thoroughly, and he had already remembered the few Confucian classics that Liu Yi helped buy.

Confucian students thought that they were going to take the children's examination this year, and they were studying harder and harder, and Daqin Confucian students had to pass the county examination held by a county magistrate, and the best results could become children.

The examination of children is not determined by proportion, but when there are ten people, then ten, when there are five people, then five people, don't look at it is a county test, the test of children, the best reflects the education level of a county, the difficulty of children, some Confucian students must take the test every year, the year of the sixtieth year still failed to be admitted to the children, some counties have a vast jurisdiction, but a few years have not been able to produce a child.

The Confucian students who converted from Confucianism to study hard, and Liu Yi's diligence in practicing swords is already on par with that of Liu Yi.

When the Confucian students were tired of studying, they came to sit on the flying platform, mostly asking the knowledgeable Xiaodaotong for teaching, but Xiaodaotong would not answer him when he was there, not to mention that Xiaodaotong was not here now.

Today, the Confucian scholar came to the Ascension Platform with a scroll in his hand, and two young men and an old servant were on it.

Yang Zhi, who was honorable, was lying on a bamboo chair and throwing food to the edge of the cliff, while talking to the old servant without a ride, and dozens of cranes outside the cliff were competing to catch food.

Liu Yi concentrated on practicing the sword, and the Confucian glanced at it, pleasing to the eye, with a smile on his face.

After Yang Zhi finished throwing the food, he patted the food residue on his hand, looked at the palm of his hand and seemed to feel unclean, wiped his hand clean on the luxurious clothes, and looked at the clean palm after being satisfied, and seemed not very satisfied with the dirty clothes.

The old servant and the Confucian may be of the same age, the speculative two are talking, the old servant is changing the child's clothes, and the Confucian is flipping through the book.

The monks do not speak of their names, the Tao does not speak of longevity, and the Taoists pursue longevity, and ask the number of longevity, is it not that there is nothing to do? The children of the Buddhist family have left behind their loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness to cultivate Buddhism, and ask the name of the monk, is that not so that the people who were born in the world have remembered their parents and relatives in the red dust? There is no difference between finding the Buddha to make trouble.

There are no stinky rules in his heart, and even if he does, he can forget them, or he doesn't care about these stinky rules at all, and the old servant asked, "What's your name?"

The ascetic who had already returned to the world did not have the intention of avoiding it, and held the scroll behind his back and smiled: "Wuye Xian." ”

The old servant took off Yang Zhi's clothes and hugged them in his arms, and was about to go down to the small courtyard to get a clean shirt and put it on for the son, and said proudly when he got down the stone ladder: "You are going to read the sage book and become a big official, but no matter how big the official is, it is not as big as my son-in-law." ”

Wu Yexian smiled and said: "As an official, you are worthy of the words of a saint, and you can protect the people on the bottom, it is enough!"

Yang Zhi, who was only wearing a white underwear, smiled and asked, "Do you feel that you have lost the emperor's grace?"

Wu Yexian said with a smile: "Those who read books have a heart for heaven and earth, a life for the people, a continuation of learning for the saints, and peace for all generations." Meritorious service, virtue, words, fame immortal, for the teacher for the will be a perfect person, as for the words of the son, my Confucian Yasheng has already said, 'The people are the most important, the society is secondary, and the king is light.' ’”

Liu Yi clapped his hands and applauded, "Mr. reads more hard than me." ”

Wu Ye shook his head first, "If I study and practice swords, I will not be as good as Mr. Er!"

Liu Yi shook his head, "If I only study, I will be far from Mr. ”

The two clenched their fists and laughed.

Yang Zhi didn't understand the pleasure of a scholar, but there were only three of them on the huge ascension stage, and the two of them were laughing, if Qi'er was there, he could still pretend to be talking to Qi'er, but Qi'er was not there, Yang Zhi could only laugh with distress.

After laughing first, Wu Ye continued to go back to the library to read.

The literati are light, and the gentleman is self-respecting.

The two of them have no idea of lightening each other, and the other has no self-respecting mind, and they are a bit like Confucian sages. However, one person thinks that he may be able to practice the sword tomorrow, and the other has a heart to help the people after studying, not for the rules.

Two young people with the same smell heard the bell buzzing in the monk's temple, mixed with the noise.

Liu Yi and Yang Zhi looked at the edge of the cliff, only to see that the monk's temple was in chaos, and countless bald heads came from the extreme distance of the deep mountains, one hundred and ten feet.

There are also Taoist swords in the sky, the black spots that can be seen hundreds of miles away are instantaneous, with a sword scabbard on his back, a whisk in his hand, a Taoist robe swaying with the wind, long hair swaying with the wind, dust swaying with the wind, and hearty laughter swaying with the wind.

Liu Yi was not surprised, he had seen the means of killing thousands of people in one night, and he had also seen the method of killing ten people with one sword, he heard that the female sword fairy turned her hand and gently pushed a sword upward, and the smoke and rain building on the wind chime mountain was cut into two sections, and he had seen a hundred miles of girls with a thousand miles of imperial swords, and she was extremely romantic.

He has experienced a lot of things after escaping from Qingfeng Cottage, and now he believes that there are immortals in the world, and they may not be the kind of immortals who "touch me and give me immortality", but it should not be much worse if he exerts his magical powers.

Yang Zhi, who used to carry sacks at the dock and later played cocks and money in the capital, said that he became a prince, and he could even be said to have become a prince, but until now he has not seen any big world, looking at the big bald head with a look of surprise, looking at the Taoist priest who came from the imperial sword is even more complicated, he has been in a high position for a short time, and his qi cultivation kung fu is very limited, and he also reveals the deep yearning in his heart.

The two of them saw that the monk temple was full of people and hurried to see the excitement, the excitement is not in their own homes, no matter how big it is, there is only a small reason, Liu Yi smiled: "Maybe when we go back to the ascension platform later, we can see the monks and Taoists in the deep mountains hundreds of miles away, and the sky is dark." ”

Yang Zhi didn't bother to speak, stabilized his mind and stepped four steps in front of Liu Yi.

Liu Yi was not to be outdone, and the two ran to the monk's temple in a hurry.

Xuankong Mountain monk temple out of a stubborn monk, today do not chant the scriptures to worship the Buddha, the Buddha hall outside the door of the big pillar under the pillar base demolished, the strong old bald head learned to love the weight of the old turtle to sit under the huge wooden pillar.

The monk temple has long been in chaos, a number of big monks who have been in the house for decades have appeared to persuade hard, it turns out that the small monk temple lives with so many bald heads, and it is dazzling that it is impossible to count how many monks there are.

Liu Yi and Yang Zhi love to watch the excitement, and the Taoist priests who pursue quiet and inaction in the Taoist temple also join in the excitement together, which is not a big deal.

If it weren't for the fact that neither side had weapons with them, those pilgrims would almost have thought that the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism that they had heard would turn from a quarrel to a fight.

Liu Yi and the others went to the door of the main hall of the monk's temple, and the courtyard was crowded with large and small bald heads, some of the old bald heads were full of age spots, and some of the young bald heads were shaved diligently, and short stubble could be seen when they looked closely.

Liu Yi followed the Taoist priest who was working hard in front of him to squeeze in, only to see that the monk's head at the bottom of the pillar was bleeding golden blood, and he had become a head, and there was the word "epiphany" written in golden blood in front of him.

An old monk with furrows on his forehead after opening his eyes persuaded bitterly: " Brother, your martial arts are stronger than mine, and the Dharma is deeper than mine, how can you not think about it, don't say far away, just say near, Shakyamuni Buddha sat under the Bodhi tree for 48 days before he comprehended the Dharma, it was the seventh day of the first month of December, this night, the sky was clear, the wind was smooth, he sat silently on the vajra seat, showing all kinds of meditation realms, looking at the immeasurable world of the ten directions and all the things in the past life, the present life, the future life, insight into the cause and effect of the three worlds, in the early morning of December 8, the star appeared in the sky, he suddenly realized the supreme road, and became a Buddha who was fully enlightened. There is a source for people to become Buddhas, what do you say about writing the word epiphany, and what scriptures and texts do you come from?"

The great monk sitting under the pillar asked you to be the uncle and the ancestor to dissuade him, and he still didn't say a word, but now after listening to the words of the senior brother, the big monk raised his eyes and glanced at the big monk, and said softly: "The royal lecturer in the capital can't go, the senior brother will go for me, and I will deny the senior brother's enlightenment on that day. At that time, the Buddha's heart was extremely happy, but after seeing the face of his senior brother, he felt that he was not doing something right, and after so many years, I don't regret it when I think about it now. ”

The great monk didn't say a word, and the sitting monk smiled and said, "Senior brother, you take the Buddha too seriously to 'me' and 'my Buddha heart' too closely. The word Buddha, I have an understanding and two realizations, and I will listen to it with my senior brother. The Buddha is not important, the Buddhist monks are not important, and the Buddhist scriptures are not important. One realizes that all beings have their own Buddha nature, and the second realizes that they become Buddhas. ”

When the Buddha is in Nirvana, his words are all Buddha's words, and the monks in the hall listen quietly, as if they have realized, and the old monk who is called the senior brother by the Nirvana monk nods heavily.

The sitting monk put his hands together on the tip of his nose and chuckled: "But I am a Buddha, reading Buddhist scriptures, and I have not yet been able to justify what I have learned. ”

After that, the blood on the top of the monk's head flowed like an infusion, and quickly the whole body was dyed golden, when the monk's body was full of golden blood, it was not dirty and pure, and the great monk had already sat down and turned into a golden body.

In the end, so many old monks and old Taoist priests still couldn't fight, after all, it seems that the monk named Huineng didn't figure it out, and it wasn't the Taoist priest on the Taoist side who made the big monk bad.

After the monk Huineng was done, Liu Yi went up to the platform to practice swords.

Yang Zhi sat in the courtyard and began to learn to play chess, and received a letter, Yang Zhi laughed happily.

The old Taoist monks who stepped up the mountain went down the mountain to their thatched huts, most of the dozens of old monks had withered faces, the youngest was over eighty years old, and there were a few old monks who had exhausted their vitality and had surprisingly high seniority, even Huineng had to call his uncle and ancestor.

The old monks' faces were full of regret before leaving, but they were helpless, although they were outsiders who looked down on life and death, but those brotherhood and the friendship between master and apprentice still existed.

The departing old Taoist priest had regret on his face, but he smiled in his heart, and a few younger Taoist priests were not good at cultivating qi, and they showed their original form after taking a few steps, laughing and leaving.

After the old Taoist priest and the old monk in the courtyard are finished, the monks on this side of the monk temple are still performing their duties, busy inside and outside, and several monks who have obtained the Tao discuss moving into the main hall to accompany the Buddha or stay under the pillar with him, and then decide to stay under the pillar as well.

The Taoist priests on the other side of the Taoist temple took advantage of the excitement and left, and the people outside the temple had not been so happy for a long time.

Wolong, who had been in the main hall all along, glared at the Hatji County.

Qingjing took a boat down Hongsang, and glared back fiercely on the bow of the boat for the old disrespect.

Qinghui on the Dao Peak of Salu Mountain raised his hand and waved, blocking back the sight of the little monk and at the same time making outsiders no longer able to see the scene on Salu Mountain.

That night, the moon in the sky of Salu Mountain, Qinghui was full of light, and the old road of Qinghui, who had been unable to bear to soar, passed away suddenly.

Xuankong Mountain in the monk temple digging a day of earthworm boy by the way in the monk vegetable field fed a crane, today seems not to see all this, in the middle of the night picked up a wooden basin containing a dozen earthworms on the ascension platform, he slowly threw earthworms to the edge of the cliff, ten earthworms fell off the cliff and failed to attract cranes.

The stunned little Taoist boy said softly: "For a long thousand years before the Xingke examination, the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism fought against Confucianism in unison. With the same qi', it was originally one person who flew up and the other person could only be forced to follow the ascension, you two are more stubborn than the other, do not fly, now it's good, one dies and the other can't live, fortunately, after the results of the world, the lives of the two of you are not connected, the next life is a good tire, far away from Xuankong Mountain and not too far, too close to the dark under the light to find, too far away to find it, or close to Salu Mountain. ”