Becoming an official sounds beautiful, but in fact. Not to mention that I have no ambition and am used to being idle, even this Wuyue country will not exist for a few years. To be an official, it is better to be a monk in Yongming Temple.

I shook my head like a drum, and repeatedly emphasized my position: "The emperor is very kind, so that the grass people are flattered, but the grass people are a small country people, rough idlers, and they talk nonsense for a while, and the emperor must not take it seriously." ”

Qian Yu thought about it, and also felt that it was unrealistic to rashly promote a white person as an official, so he didn't mention it again, but turned to ask Yanshou: "The Zen master came to Wuyue from the east to promote Buddhism, and I am very grateful to the people of Wuyue." But today, when the war is raging, I don't want to put the people of Wuyue in dire straits, so I succumb to Zhao Song. If Zhao Kuangyin's soldiers come to the city one day, what should I do?"

It turns out that I said so much, but this old boy didn't pay attention to a word, and still wanted to listen to the opinion of the old monk who lived longer. It seems that people are soft-spoken, and it is indeed a wise saying.

Yanshou replied lightly: "Bixia is benevolent, it is the blessing of the people of Wuyue, the world is chaotic in the soldiers, and the world is peaceful in the soldiers." Bixia only needs to have my heart to my Buddha, and my Buddha will protect Bixia. ”

A Zen master is indeed a Zen master, and his Taoism is not profound. The words are not leaky, but they are straight to the hearts of the people. He directly praised Qian Yu for loving the people like a son, and then said, "You should continue to carry forward this kind of compassion and regard all living beings as equal, just like the Buddha." Qi actually told him euphemistically, the world is decided, there will be no military disasters, since you can't defeat people, then open the city and surrender, so as not to lose life. After Qian Yu heard this, he made up his mind and no longer bothered about this issue.

Qian Yu may not be a monarch who can make a difference, and his ability is very limited, but he worshiped Buddha all his life and kept peace and tranquility in the fourteen southeastern states. Zuihou surrendered under the general situation of Zhao and Song dominating the world. It can be seen that he is a pure-hearted emperor.

Qian Yu's worries were solved, so he did not stay in Yongming Temple, and after saying goodbye to Master Yanshou, he went back to the palace. I stood at the gate of Yongming Temple, looking at the mighty imperial honor guard, and I didn't envy that it was impossible, but when I thought about it instead, I couldn't help but say in my mouth: "How great is the ability, how great the responsibility." ”

The responsibility of the emperor is the people under his rule, and if you were to choose between the throne and the people one day, perhaps few people would choose the latter. Qian Yu Zuihou chose the latter, which is a wise move to judge the situation and assess the situation, but it is not a great good move for the people.

"Master Xiao, can you move to the backyard and have a cup of tea with the poor monks?" sent the emperor away, and the monks in front of the main hall dispersed. I was about to ask what Yanshou meant by calling me to the emperor, when the old monk smiled and invited me to tea.

Before the Song Dynasty, the Chinese tea ceremony was dominated by sencha. The people of the Tang Dynasty drank tea all by boiling: first use a tea mill to crush the tea bricks, grind them into powdered tea, and then use the tea Luo to filter the tea powder, and then put the tea powder into the boiling water, boil it three times like boiling dumplings, and zuihou drink the pot of tea soup.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, changes had taken place in the tea ceremony, and the method of ordering tea gradually became popular. The method of ordering tea is to divide the tea powder into several bowls with a small spoon, inject a small amount of boiling water to make a paste, and then inject boiling water, or directly want to inject boiling water into the tea bowl, and at the same time stir with a tea whisk, the tea powder floats up to form porridge noodles. The haode tea soup will also have a layer of white foam on top, a bit like cappuccino.

The water taken to prolong life is the well in the kitchen, and the spring water is sweet, which can be regarded as the water for making tea. And his way of ordering tea is also very sophisticated, the time to adjust the temperature of the water is very accurate, when a cup of tea is placed in front of me, although the heat is not reduced, but the fragrance has come to the nose, which makes people feel comfortable.

"Donor, please. Yanshou took the tea and brought it to me, and said with a smile.

"Master, please. ”

For a vulgar man like me, drinking tea is no different from drinking water. Although the tea process of the Song Dynasty was simple, and there were no green tea, fermented black tea, and semi-fermented oolong tea like later generations, the simple white tea was made to completely retain the fragrance of the raw tea leaves.

A cup of tea in the mouth, full of fragrance. Although the bitterness and astringency are not reduced, it has a unique flavor. But if you drink too much of this thing, it is estimated that it is easy to get dizzy, and the effect of refreshing is not very obvious.

"Lord Xiao, how is this tea?" Yanshou put down the teacup and asked.

"It's delicious, it's delicious. I scratched my head in embarrassment, and I was so depressed that I couldn't describe what it was like.

Yanshou smiled without saying a word, added me another glass, and brought it to me. I lifted it up with a smile and took a sip as the obedient scribes took a sip.

"Master, the kid has always had a question, and I want to ask the master. After a few sips of tea, I thought it was time to get to the point, so I asked.

"It doesn't hurt to see the donor. ”

"The master came here today, why did he invite the kid to the main hall, and why did he ask the kid to answer?"

Yanshou put away the tea set and said lightly: "If the poor monk says that the donor has a relationship with my Buddha, does the donor believe it?"

I frowned, my face was full of disbelief, no matter how you look at it, the great monk, you look like a very pragmatic person, why did you say such unreliable words. I have a relationship with the Buddha? What kind of bullshit fate does he have with a foreigner who has been dead for more than 1,000 years, and I am a successor of socialism who has been wearing a thousand years.

"The master said with a smile, I am just a street boy, how can I have a relationship with the Buddha. As soon as I spoke, I said what I was thinking.

After cleaning up his life, he sat down again and said, "My Buddha advocates the equality of all sentient beings, and the Buddha is also salient beings, and all sentient beings can also become Buddhas.

The old monk is digging a pit for me to jump into, why do I sound a little bit of abduction of minors.

"What does the master mean by this?" I looked at Yanshou cautiously, and I always felt that he looked at me as if he was looking at Dao Fan, and even a little closer to me than to Dao Fan.

Yanshou didn't speak, but took out a book from his bosom, put the book in front of me, and said: "The donor came from Qingzhou, entered the Daimyo's Mansion, and then went to Yongming Temple, traveling thousands of miles, but he didn't know what he wanted in his heart, and he didn't know if the poor monk could say it?"

I looked at the extension of life in confusion, thinking back on the experience of the past few months, and I didn't understand what I was pursuing.

In the past, I stayed alone in the backyard of the Four Seas Gang, doing dirty work and eating rough leftovers. The biggest wish is to escape and be a hero who is proud of the rivers and lakes. But now that I have experienced several lives and deaths, the scars on my body and the mess of strange poisons make me more tired and helpless.

Jianghu Road, is it really what I want to go? Hero, can you do it casually?

I think of Yin Amei, he is a disciple of Xia Yin, with strong martial arts, but I have never heard him say that he wants to punish adultery and eliminate evil, and act righteously. His pursuit may be that Mu Chu and I hide in Peach Mountain and live a peaceful life.

I thought of the water invisible, he was the leader of the Four Seas Gang, if he hadn't encountered the account book, maybe the wind and snow, chanting poetry against him, and messing around was his pursuit. But now, he is delirious and doesn't know when he will come to his senses.

There are too many helplessness in life, but the most helpless thing is to talk about pursuit with a person who does not have any ambitions. I don't think it's ridiculous, but I feel a deep sadness.

Perhaps this book will be helpful to the benefactor. Yanshou pointed to the book on the table, and then said: "Sometimes, there is no desire and no desire, which is also a kind of pursuit. ”

Without desire, I was taken aback by the words of life extension. Am I really a person who has no pursuits, isn't that even inferior to a monk?

At least the monks eat fasting and chant Buddha, and they also yearn for the bliss of rebirth and return to the Pure Land.

"So, what is the master's pursuit?" I was not convinced, so I asked rhetorically.

Yanshou stood up, looked at the sunset outside the door, and said with a smile: "I ask for a lot, but I ask for a lot." Pray that there will be no more thoughts of good and evil in the world, and then the troubles of the world will be over, and the pure land of your own body will understand the cause and effect of your life. No matter what you want, in the end, you will end up asking for nothing, idealism. ”

What you ask for is great, and what you ask for is very small, and what you ask for is nothing, and I can hear me. But I listened to zuihou's sentence "idealism". Yes, no matter what you want, one should find one's own heart and move forward.

"Master, you said so much, wouldn't it lead me to find the Pure Land with you?" I thought for a moment, and I always felt that the extension of life was to take me to the path of a monk.

"Donor, what can the rootless Ping rely on?Can Yongming Temple live?"

"Master, when will you expel the poison for me?" "Old monk, old monk, you are in full form, you really want me to stay in this temple and be a monk, you have to make it clear, I just came to you for treatment."

Yan Shou smiled and didn't speak again, but walked straight out.

I looked at the back of Yanshou leaving, and I couldn't figure out what this old monk meant. Is he enlightening me, or is he bewitching me again?

If I can't figure it out, I don't think about it anymore, but what kind of book did the old monk leave me?

I picked up the book on the table and looked at it carefully, only to see that the cover read: Idealism.