"Monkeys, it's good to have a litter of monkeys. But the poor monk has only seen the smirk of people, but he has never heard of the smirking monkey. He said that, put down the wine and meat, and wanted to bend down Timmy, and when he turned around, he saw the young man, Mo asked for mercy, and a little fox, his eyes were bright, and he praised: "Good birth!

"Poor monk?" Mo asked suspiciously.

"Poor monks are miserable. Ku Fei Zen said: "The turbid world is muddy, out but not stained, wet but not demonic." Woohoo! How did you create two people in this world?"

Most people like to flatter. The Kunon Zen literati dress, the praising language, and the crepe of the text are more pleasant to the ear than the ordinary sycophants, and the minds of the people who are used are more clean. What's more, he was full of admiration? The wind is light at night, and he doesn't ask for love because of the "poor monk" who has no Li Guan, and the gods and gods talk about it, and now he meets a literati who call himself a "poor monk", carrying wine and meat, muttering "unheard of and smirking monkeys", sour bags "out but not stained, wet but not demonic", "woohoo", and so on, and the head is full of cups, bows, and snake shadows, like a group of mountains and rains are coming.

"Are you, are you a poor monk master?" Mo asked the spirit of the flash, the "poor monk" set out on the road of asking his heart that day, calling out the three ladies of "small, two, and big", "gluttony, gluttony, gluttony", could it be that the "gluttony" is the "Zen" of bitter non-Zen, not the "gluttonous" lady?

"Poor monks are not Zen, and they are called bitter masters. The saying of 'poor monk master' is strange and wonderful. ”

"What are the three words?" Mo asked, still skeptical.

"The 'suffering' of suffering is not Zen, and the 'non-'...... of suffering is not Zen"

Mo Wenqing was annoyed, and rushed to say: "The 'Zen' of bitter non-Zen is also!"

When a pedestrian passed by, he shouted, "Master Ku, Master Zhong is waiting for you." ”

"Ah, I almost forgot. Master Ku picked up the bag of rice, squatted on his knees, lifted wine and meat, stood tremblingly, read today's debate, and said: "Gongzi's bearing, a man of knowledge, the poor monk and the middle master debated 'governing a big country if cooking Xiaoxian', the poor monk lost seven games in a row, and the son helped the poor monk to win back a game?"

"No. ”

But said that this Zhong Master, about these days, good wine and good meat, moisturized red face, now I see two different characters, holding a little fox, came to participate in the debate between him and Master Ku, shake the spirit, directly start speaking, use what he has learned in his life, and his mouth is like a pot river. This "governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh", he quoted the classics, turned the river and the sea, and finally settled in the place of "ruling by doing nothing". During this period, the young man was impatient, and when he disagreed, he did not care.

"The old man is not tolerated in the world, he has ambitions all his life, he is depressed, and he lives in abandonment in Niulu Town. It's a pity, it's a pity. Master Zhong sighed as he finished.

"When you fry a plate of leftover rice like this, you think that you are useless because you are talented? If you say, 'Those who govern a big country are like walking on thin ice, like facing the abyss, and if they cook small fresh', I deeply think so. The young man couldn't help but say: "Talking about it in the air, without any reality, no wonder it is not allowed to be in the world." ”

Feng Qingye didn't let him interject, and reprimanded: "The operation of the Heavenly Dao is bound by the rules of the Heavenly Dao, and this constraint is within a certain law. Whether it is the way of the world or the country, it is not bound by rules, it is not governed by laws, and it is not sought to know these things...... Pedancy is such a nihilistic reason, picking up people's teeth and wisdom and thinking that they are skillful, thinking that they are great, really a career, the world will tolerate you, and it will not be a greater disaster?"

"You...... Do you dare to ignore the words of the Taoist sages?"

"Taoist saints don't fart?" The young man didn't know where he was angry, and the more he talked, the more angry he became: "You say that the world is not tolerated, do you want the whole world to tolerate you, follow you, and accommodate you?" I don't want to think about why I can't tolerate it, try to fit in, and do what I can...... The farmers who work in the fields are also a hundred thousand times stronger. Wait a minute, watch me chop off your rotten head with a sword!"

Mo over there interceded, pressed the middle master, the young sword light Huo Huo, poor master, didn't know that there was a wet piece in the crotch of his pants. The bitter master shuddered and feared, where is this debate? A sword slashed away, and Zhong Fuzi was paralyzed like mud. When he woke up, the young man and his party had left, and Master Ku helped up the inexplicable reader.

As soon as he came out of Niulu Town, Mo Wenqing looked at the angry young man and smiled. Even if the cold child was comforted, the wind and night still did not subside.

Master Zhong suffered from the disaster of innocence, and the nameless fire broke out in the light wind and night. Although the monk world and the mundane world are two levels, aside from this, monks are also mortals. Since Mo asked the young man, he never had the heart of gain or loss, although he held the idea of entering the world, he was indifferent to the charm of everything, if there was no place to linger, as if the heart of choice was not obtained. Ben Luan Jingyu and other Gaoyang Sword Sect monks plotted against him, and Luan Slender Thorn sneaked up on him, so dangerous, and dealt with it indifferently at night, without resentment or resentment. It's just that Master Zhongzi has nothing to do with him, completely two worlds, and the characters who don't get along with each other in old age and death are angry at night.

Mo Wenqing smiled secretly: This is like a teenager who has not grown up, something that is not eye-catching, and he will be angry when he is angry. If there are no people and things in the world that are worthy of anger, then what is the meaning of life? There are only two kinds of people who are not angry. One has seen through the heat and coldness of the world and tasted the warmth and coldness of human feelings; The more I thought about it, the more flavorful it became, and Ren Feng didn't say a word at night, with a frozen face. The light wind and night at this moment made Mo Wenqing feel closer.

Three hundred miles to the south, the mountains stretch, enter the Yanwei Mountains, and become the real country of Mangshan. The boy is still widowed. Ask the monk to meet clearly the location of the small Tianshan Yunliu City, don't ask the love to send the spring to entangle the sorrowful silk, take a person and a fox, fly for a day, arrive at the small Tianshan, go straight to the cloud to stay in the city, visit the Tianbao Pavilion, that is, go.

Yunliu City is the place where the monks of the northern part of the Mangshan country gather, built according to the small Tianshan Mountain, facing the Huan country in the north, and the Mangshan country in the south, and its name directly follows the Yunliu sword school that is located in the small Tianshan Mountain. The Yunliu Sword Sect does not interfere in the affairs of the city, unites many Xiuzhen forces, and operates for more than 3,000 years, making Yunliu a city and a famous northern region.

"The most trustworthy merchant is Tianbao Pavilion. Two hundred years ago, the Tianbao Pavilion branches of the countries of the Izumo Continent changed their ways, and from then on, the super forces of the Xingxing Sword Sect, the Danding Sect, and the Imperial Fire Sect were scattered. The one that Wei Wen Zhiqiao opened in Yunliu City still bears the name of 'Tianbao Pavilion'. Back then, he was just a foundation monk. ”

"And now?" the boy asked.

"Yuan Ying is a real person. But no one cares. His fame lies in his integrity. How to say it, just like Li Piaoling treated us, Emperor Gaoyang Xiang Sword, handed it over to Wen Zhiqiao, and then rest assured. ”

Don't ask about this Tianbao Pavilion, which is really not eye-catching. A small building, old and old, the entrance hall is deserted, and the appearance of the shopkeeper who is thirty years old is very beautiful. If it weren't for such a character, it would not be an exaggeration to describe Tianbao Pavilion as "withering".

The shopkeeper smiled gently.

Mo asked: "Let's find Wen Zhiqiao Wen Zhenren." ”

"I am. ”

"Aha, who are you?"

"Hehe, Wen Zhiqiao is not a great person, there is no need to pretend. Wen Zhiqiao smiled.

"Hmm. We ask Tianbao Pavilion to purchase this item, or auction it on behalf of you. "Don't ask for affection, take the sword of Emperor Gaoyang and hand it to Wen Zhiqiao.

"Wait. Wen Zhiqiao recognized it at a glance and said, "This Emperor Xiang Sword does not belong to the two of you." For theft and robbery, Tianbao Pavilion does not operate. ”

Mo was stunned, the sword in his hand, it was not when he took it back, it was not when he sent it out, it was extremely embarrassing.

"Sister, put it away. Feng Qingye said: "It's not for thieves or robbers, but this sword is ours and ours." ”

Wen Zhiqiao was surprised. The young man said: "We want to buy a piano for this trip, which is worth quite the Gaoyang Emperor Xiang Sword, and it is okay." Is there anything in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion?"

Wen Zhiqiao is angry and funny. What kind of piano in the world is such a good piano to sell? Not bought and sold by Emperor Xiang Sword, you will say this with words? Wen Zhiqiao said humbly: "If there is a good piano, you need to use Bao Yibao." has been contracted, and the son is half a month late. ”

"Can you be accommodating with that person?" Mo asked.

She said she would pick it up in three years. Wen Zhiqiao said: "I don't understand your children's minds now, obviously I have a good piano, and I still want such a valuable thing." ”

Feng Qingye's heart moved, and asked, "But is it a barefoot girl who orders the piano?"