Thousands of years have passed in a flash.

Huangjue Temple, a thousand-year-old temple, in the meditation room, a young monk with short hair, full of patches but spotlessly washed, his eyes are clear and bright. An old monk who sat down, dressed in a tie robe, with a ruddy face but could not hide his haggardness, obviously after a heated debate, had recovered his eyes at this time. A rough man, refreshed and idle, standing opposite the young monk, did not hide his contempt for the Buddhist monk at all.

The teapot on the Zen table was cooking tea on the stove, and the sound of sizzling was accompanied by the slightest steam, and there was already a teacup in front of each of the three.

The rugged man said: "I just sat down with the abbot and discussed, why are you worried, you have walked for an hour for 100,000 miles, and you are in such a hurry, won't it ruin your practice, Master Abbot, you say that what I said is right or not." ”

The old monk smiled miserably, noncommittal.

The young monk smiled slightly, "The poor monk has never been in a hurry, he has walked more than 73,000 three steps, and he has never dared to steal a single step, which is enough respect for the donor, why should the donor be aggressive." ”

The rough man smiled: "I don't know if I'm guilty, the little monk doesn't complain." ”

The old monk smiled, lifted the teapot, and poured tea for the rough man, the walking monk and himself.

The rugged man respectfully picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp, not feeling how hot the boiling tea was, and praised:

"The best black tea, the abbot is really willing to do it, and the little monk you can also taste it, it's not bad. ”

The young monk seemed to be afraid of being hot, so he took a sip and couldn't help but take a deep sip, which was also amazed: "Abbot, the tea produced in this Shenzhou is sweet, not comparable to the tea in Ganzhou in the south." ”

The old monk was overjoyed and said, "In this case, I still have two cylinders left, and I will give them to the donor and Master Hui'an." ”

It should be thirsty, feeling that this tea is different from the past, the young monk showed joy: "Thank you to the abbot Jue, the disciple does not feel it, and he must be dedicated to the Buddha." ”

"A monk who is greedy for the desire of the tongue and admires the things of the red dust can cultivate the nirvana of silence. The rough man sneered and said, "I'll be disrespectful." After speaking, he picked up a tube, sniffed it, and nodded with satisfaction.

"The robe is pure, red and dusty. The donor made fun of it, the poor monk is not greedy for red dust, but comes for red dust. Master Hui'an bowed and said slowly

"Since you are here for Hongchen, is that for the sake of merit?" the rough man smiled slightly.

"It is not only for the fulfillment of merit, but also for the benefit of all sentient beings. Master Hui'an was a little passive, but he answered freely.

"That is to use the greed of sentient beings, the greed of master cultivation, the foolishness of sentient beings, and the idiocy of all sentient beings, in exchange for the master's nirvana?" The rough man has a careful mind and sharp words, which is really incompatible with his appearance.

"Poor monks are related to sentient beings, and their merits are fulfilled by themselves. It was even more passive, unconscious quibble, and Hui'an fell into the rough man's hand.

"That's just an illusionary being, who has ever seen the perfection of that sentient being's merits and become a Buddha by seeing nature? The words are like steel needles, piercing the heart of the Buddha on the shore.

Hui'an and the abbot are stunned, 'when, dang, when' the bell came, the two monks came slowly, this is the pilgrim is ringing the bell, listening to the bell ringing for a long time, like the Buddha sound Sanskrit singing, so that the believers are pious and reassuring.

"The thousand-year-old bell of the ancient temple is all a fool's dream!" The rough man is another hammer, and in the ancient temple, the candle flame is suddenly extinguished, and the sight is restored after a few breaths.

The young monk and the abbot were drunk, and their expressions were aggrieved, and their eyes seemed to be confused. The abbot looked at Hui'an with a wry smile, and the meaning of that look: You understand my pain now!

Suddenly, the brilliance of his eyes brightened up a little, he quickly got up, bowed, and said respectfully: "Little monk, practice is not enough, thank the abbot for giving tea, dare not accept it for the Buddha, the little monk will walk back step by step, one step does not dare to be fast, thank you to the donor, I am grateful, the poor monk said goodbye." ”

So he got up and walked slowly, and his speed was actually the walking speed of ordinary mortals.

Looking at the young and weak back, the rough man was a little embarrassed, and said: "Little monk, I'm joking, don't take it seriously!" But he was saying in his heart: Old and poor, I can be regarded as speaking out for you!

When the young monk heard this, his body was stunned again, and he muttered: Amitabha, Amitabha...

So, under the scorching sun, a walking monk was hurrying, and the length of his steps was three feet and three inches, which was not bad at all.

In the torrential rain, a monk was hurrying, seven thousand and seven steps per hour, exactly the same.

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Lijia Village, located somewhere in Zhongzhou, north of the snow-capped mountains, do not know the height of thousands of miles, do not know the width of hundreds of miles, southeast and west three sides of the mountain range continuous, although not high but strange rocks, the mountain peaks are steep, Lijia Village more than 100 households, just in the depression between the mountains, a radius of dozens of miles, small villages and small land, poor and broken

Lijia Village does not produce labor and military service, which is really rare in Dachen Country like Lijia Village, which is neither a fief nor a forbidden land. Either the village is remote, or the village is too small, although it is poor, hundreds of villagers are living comfortably, and the emperor of Tiangao is far better.

The officials and servants did not come to this village, nor did the soldiers and robbers, nor did they see any wandering Langzhong, Taoist priests and monks.

This also leads to the villagers of Lijia Village being comfortable, peaceful, industrious, simple and innocent.

But I didn't know that a shocking change related to the world would start here!

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Da Chen State, located in the Central Plains of the land of China, fertile fields, the people's livelihood is simple and industrious, Da Chen has worked hard for nearly a thousand years, the national strength has been in the rising stage, the emperors of the past dynasties have killed decisively, to the current emperor, there is a situation of the ancestor of Zhongxing, only ten years on the throne, it pacified the Great Yan State and the northern barbarian tribes of the attack on Xinzhou, and took five years to incorporate the territory of Liang State Jeju into Dachen, and now Dachen State has Jeju in the east, Yizhou in the north, Tongzhou in the south, Yuzhou in the west, as well as Zhongzhou in the hinterland of the Central Plains, after five years of recuperation, the country is becoming stronger and stronger, and has the courage to unify the Central Plains and Kyushu.

Dachen Guoguodu, Hanyang, in the imperial palace, in the imperial study, next to the dragon book, a man wearing a yellow robe, majestic, mighty, tall man, carrying a pen on a piece of white paper to write some names, some names are circled, Zhegeng Township Yifubao, Dingxian Yongxiaozhuang...... Lijia Village, Yangqi Town... Songjiazhuang, Zehong Town, and the name of Lijia Village are also on the Longshu case.

This is a compulsory course for every prince of Dachen who has never fallen on paper from the previous emperor's ear to mouth, that is, to remember the names above, a total of twenty-five place names, and the place names that can not be found on the map of any county on this continent, and the most important thing in the life of Emperor Dachen is that when the prince is established, a certain name on it should be added to a mark.

Chen Jiarui, the reigning emperor, is still so energetic, not only in the control of the court, the expansion of the territory, and the battle of the harem, even if it is well-read and strong, so that the lords of the world, the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, the harem, the relatives of the emperor, and even the eunuchs and guards are all happy and convinced, and they dare not have the slightest disrespect and laziness.

But only Chen Jiarui knew that the frequency of memorizing these names became shorter and shorter, and when his father recited them to him for the first time, he memorized them firmly only twice, and the second time was just to implement some homophones to ensure accuracy. After that, he didn't recite them again for fifteen years, because those names were engraved in his mind, and now, every six months, he had to copy these names by hand with a pen, not because he couldn't remember them, but because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to remember them, which was too important to the Great Chen Dynasty.

The slightest flame rose from the charcoal stove, and watching the paper burn out in the flames, turning red, black and then white, the tall man stood up and shouted, "Go to Zhenning Palace." So, an elderly eunuch in the cold wind outside the door bowed, "Yes, Your Majesty." After pushing open the imperial study, he glanced at a middle-aged eunuch opposite, and the middle-aged eunuch immediately shouted: "Your Majesty, go back to the palace." ”

Chen Jiarui, let him look at the starry sky, his eyes focused on the Big Dipper and the North Star, he was reluctant to leave for a long time, and prayed silently in his heart: Ancestor, Ancestor, you are blessed by the spirit of heaven for your descendants, and this plan to bet on the millennium national fortune can go smoothly...

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Outside the palace, in the private room above the restaurant near Fengyi Street, a rough man and an elegant Confucian were drinking, not drinking, but fighting.

The rough man's name is Zuoqiu, a descendant of the ancestor of Guigu, a half-century ranger, who befriended the Confucian ancestor in his early years, Chen Wenbo, is the elegant Confucian who is drinking. In the words of a rough man: "You are not as good as me in fighting, and I am not as good as you in reasoning, let's fight the bar!"

So, every time we get together, it's a binge drink.

When the wine was drunk, the rough man said proudly: "Poor sour, don't you know, I first said" Boom, Boom, Boom The old monk of Huangjue Temple was speechless, who knows, the old monk actually burned incense to show the Buddha, and the Buddha favored the Hui An to send. As a result, I was debating for a while, and I was stunned. ”

"The good do not argue, and the debater is not good. After listening to this, the elegant Confucian took a sip of wine and said slowly.

"You really don't have friends like this, don't I vent my anger for you Confucians?" the rough man muttered, and the momentum of the proud disciples of the Buddha in the Huangjue Temple was completely lost when facing the proud disciples of the Confucian ancestors. Although he is a genius under the Guigu Sect, in the face of Confucianism, he can't always show the advantage of his tongue.

"Hey, at the beginning, you fought on the top of the Confucian mountain, defeated the Buddha, Taoism and God, the people in the world were not enslaved by them, and the secular people had the right to govern independently. But you Confucians, since the first war of the ancestors, have fought on their own. The seven wise men of Confucianism are scattered in all directions, and Confucianism is also a withering talent. He was also rejected by Buddhism and suppressed by the world. The book-burning pit Confucianism hundreds of years ago is some of the secret strength they raised, and it is not easy to act too obviously, and they always want to use shady tricks against you. After saying this, the rough man didn't wait for the Confucian to raise his glass, and drank it all by himself.

"We Confucians pay attention to reason, they don't reason with us, they change from the slavery of sentient beings to the ignorance of sentient beings. I think that once all sentient beings can clarify things and make their own decisions, which gods and Buddhas outside the heavens will not be able to absorb karma, incense, and mental power, and this is what they would like to see. "Elegant Confucian is also a glass of wine.

"The most painful thing is that after that battle, the concentration of spiritual energy between heaven and earth has almost doubled, almost the same as the ancient immortal family raised by the Buddha and Taoist gods, and the spiritual veins they control the famous mountains and rivers are still quite good, and they are no longer as prominent as before. The rough man drank another glass of wine.

"Master Venerable once said that all sentient beings have the opportunity to ask for immortality, and only then will they be restrained and fearful. Wen Ya Rusheng smiled and said, "Okay, drunken maniac, we will be here today, and I will leave Hanyang tomorrow." ”

"You Confucians want to do something, what can I do to help?" Zuoqiu said curiously, because his friend couldn't leave Hanyang, he had been trapped in the capital for a thousand years, and he must have some plans to leave this time. "And where can I get you to drink?"

"Twenty-five years later, just go to Yangqi Town to find me, and the secret of heaven must not be revealed!" instructed Chen Wenbo, a literate Confucian student.

"It's not long, it's not short, it's okay!" Zuoqiu said goodbye and left.

Seeing Zuoqiu leaving, Chen Wenbo drank another bowl of wine, stood up, walked to the window, looked at the tall walls and corner towers of the palace, and sighed in his heart, he will leave tomorrow, this capital has trapped him for a thousand years, and he has not guarded this palace for a thousand years.

A day later, Chen Wenbo, his wife and daughter, took three people and three carriages, went out of the west gate of Hanyang, and left the capital.