Chang'an City, Dongda Temple.

This is a very ordinary temple, the incense is not prosperous, and it is in a corner of Chang'an City.

It's hard to say exactly where Todaiji came from, but it's always been here, and not everyone knows about it, and not everyone has forgotten about it.

Guests who often come to Todaiji Temple to offer incense all know that the abbot of Todaiji Temple is full of Buddhism.

And it is also a send-off Guanyin.

If the pilgrim prays sincerely, the abbot will often be moved, and after a short time, the wife of the pilgrim's family will often become pregnant~.

It is said that with this magical power, this abbot should be famous in Chang'an City, but this abbot is unusually low-key, and often agrees with pilgrims in advance to let them resolutely not spread it.

So a long time has passed, and Todaiji Temple is still as usual, tepid.

On this day, the interior of Todai-ji Temple was unusually quiet.

A few well-known monks are somehow gone.

In the quiet Todaiji Temple, there are only two people sitting cross-legged in the main hall.

One Buddha, one piece.

The person on the left is dressed as a monk, and between his neck, there is a string of huge prayer beads, each of which is the size of a child's fist.

But wearing it on this monk is not awkward at all.

This person has open breasts and exposed breasts, big shoulders and round waist, but he is not annoying at all, but because he often laughs, he has a good feeling.

If you use the words of Buddhism, this person is like "Maitreya Buddha".

And the person on the right, dressed in a robe. The fairy wind bone, a whisk of dust in his hand, at first glance, is a person with a way outside the square.

The two were silent for a long time. Suddenly, he sighed at the same time.

The monk suddenly sang: "The wind is blowing, the forest is destroyed, the will is bitter and dead, and there is no rest." 100-year-old like a stream, rich and cold, the road is going day by day, and hardship is heroic. The strong man wields his sword. Haoran mourns, Xiao Xiao leaves, leaking rain and moss. ”

The singing voice is tired and hoarse, and the feelings are deep and sad. It is like a singer who has wandered all his life and sold his art on the street alone, and he is like a prodigal son who has never died well, going through thousands of mountains and rivers. Exhausted, he returned to his final destination. Singing a sad song of repentance, and the years have washed away the glory he once had.

A person who does not have a glorious past cannot sing such emotional songs.

I don't know what kind of past this monk had.

But from this song alone, the listener can feel that in the past~ he must be a famous and unique figure in the world.

"The empty pool is spring, and the ancient mirror shines on the gods. The voxel is stored and clean, and the moon returns to the basics. Look at the stars. Singing ghosts. Flowing water today, the predecessor of the bright moon. "The Taoist is quiet.

Compared to monks. The Taoist seemed more free, but it was difficult to hide the decadence in his tone.

"Since you're here, why don't you show up and see you. The Taoist suddenly said loudly.

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. A clear voice sounded in the Dongda Temple, and a literati in a green shirt, dashing out of the dust, suddenly appeared outside the main hall.

"Li Bai of Changgemen, I have seen two seniors. Li Bai arched his hand.

The pupils of the monk and the Taoist contracted at the same time.

With their eyes, they naturally sensed how Li Bai entered the Dongda Temple.

It was precisely because of the understanding that I was even more shocked.

"It's amazing, it's amazing. actually let you practice the legendary 'Haoran Righteousness', what Dong Zhongshu didn't do, you actually succeeded in this generation, you are very remarkable. "The monk said three great things in a row.

The tone of the Taoist could not hide his shock, but he didn't look at Li Bai, but turned his gaze to another place, and said, "Since you're here, why don't you come out together?"

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the cold people in the world are happy, and the wind and rain are not moving, and they are as safe as mountains?" A compassionate voice sounded, and beside Li Bai, a scribe who was born early appeared in Huafa.

Compared with Li Bai, he is a little less free and easy, and a little more stable. The wrinkles on his forehead show that he is no longer young, but the perseverance in his eyes shows his persistence.

His appearance method is the same as Li Bai, although he is not as ethereal as Li Bai, but he has more firmness.

Obviously, he is also a strong man who is not inferior to Li Bai in any way.

"Changgemen Du Fu, I have seen two seniors. Du Fu saluted respectfully.

"Confucianism produces talents. The monk sighed.

"The rest of the two friends, let's come out together. Daoren's face returned to normal, but if you look closely, you can still see that his right hand is trembling slightly.

"People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings. Wang Wei of Changgemen has seen two seniors. ”

The same way of appearance, different demeanor.

Compared with Li Bai Du Fu, Wang Wei is more indifferent and ethereal. Really speaking, he has a certain temperament that is somewhat similar to that of a monk.

Sure enough, when he saw Wang Wei, a hint of strangeness flashed in the monk's eyes, and he said, "Unexpectedly, among the Confucian sects, there are also people like Your Excellency who are destined for my Buddha." ”

"Confucian classics, eclectic. There are hundreds of schools of thought, and their doctrines are different. I, Confucianism, can become the undisputed first among the hundred sons, and naturally know how to absorb the strengths of others. Wang Wei said indifferently.

When the monk heard this, a hint of gloom flashed across his face.

"That's right, if Confucianism wants to develop, it naturally has to absorb the strengths of other hundred schools. Hundreds of schools of thought are mediocre, so they are self-contained, and they believe that their own doctrine is the right way. My Confucianism is eclectic, promoting strengths and avoiding weaknesses. In every dynasty and generation, my Confucianism is improving, and the hundred schools are declining. That's all there is to it. A rough voice sounded, and from the gate of Todaiji Temple, a middle-aged man in military uniform walked in.

Unlike Li Bai, Du Fu, and Wang Wei, this person is dressed as a soldier, but between his words, he obviously reveals the origin of Confucianism.

"Changgemen, Zhang Xun, I have seen two seniors. The two seniors stayed here today, and we all got along. If you want to get out of Todai-ji, you need to step on the corpses of the four of us. Zhang Xundao.

Obviously, he is used to going straight to the line and is not good at going around in circles.

Or, disdain to go around in circles.

"When did Confucianism even annex the soldiers?" the Taoist priest sneered.

Zhang Xun didn't think about it, and said: "Confucianism has always pursued that it is to enter the phase. The generals were even before entering the phase, and during the Warring States Period, hundreds of schools of thought competed, and Confucian people have always been both civil and military, not weak and talented people who are powerless. ”

"Changgemen, is this the foundation of Confucianism today?" the monk asked.

"The predecessors didn't know that since ancient times, the folk customs have been martial, and the literati also love to chant the sword fairy and the knight, yearning for the sword ranger, so the scholars are mostly people who practice martial arts. There are many people who are both civil and military gathered in Xiangzhi Villa, and they are happy to enjoy poetry and songs, poetry and other elegant things, but they also compete in martial arts in their spare time, hoping that one day they can learn literary and martial arts and sell them to the emperor's family. Gradually, the predecessors worked together to create a set of unique martial arts with a number of routines, and they became their own school, and we called ourselves Changgemen. Although Changgemen has a poor reputation in the rivers and lakes, most of the Manchu civil and military forces of the Tang Dynasty now come from here. Li Jiancheng has already been the true son of heaven selected by our Changge Gate, and no one is allowed to destroy it. Li Bai said solemnly.

"The four great grandmasters are blocking the way, you do have the ability to be proud. But do you think you can stop this seat?" a sinister smile appeared on the monk's face.

When he ruled the world, none of these people were born. (To be continued......)

PS: Changge Gate, taken from Swordsman 3