"The grass people understand what you mean, Your Majesty!" said the purple-clothed swordsman Nan Jian again, "I have a good idea to ensure that these people will disperse in a hurry." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Tell me about it. ”

"Since ancient times, there has been a lot of help for the righteous, little help for the unjust, and the one who wins the hearts of the people wins the world!" said the purple-clothed swordsman Nan Jian leisurely, "If a generation of kings is keen on piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, over time, he will inevitably snub the hearts of loyal ministers and generals, and the final result is that people's hearts are scattered and the world falls apart......"

The Emperor quietly listened to him finish speaking, his expression was very complicated, "These words of yours have also been said by my ministers, but I can only listen to them today!" The Emperor said, "Loyal to the ear, but by the time I understand this truth, it will be too late!"

"It's not too late, Your Majesty!" Nan Jian said, "The grass people think that the reason why people are called people is because they can be kings and reign over the world, and they can be people when they retreat, live and work in peace and contentment, and cultivate and study heirlooms! This is the greatness of people who can bend and stretch, can be high and low, and can advance and retreat!"

Hearing this, Emperor Long Keduo could not help but applaud, "Wonderful! Little brother really didn't expect that you would have such a thorough understanding of life at such a young age," he said, "I really admire it! Therefore, your real intention in asking me to paint now is not for leisure and elegance, nor to see the painting talent of my fallen emperor, but to save people--to save the lives of my three hundred loyal soldiers and hundreds of beauties!"

"The emperor is wise. ”

"However, as soon as the old entourage Dou Rong left, no one prepared pen, inkstone, paper and ink for me, how could I unfold the painting!"

So, Nan Jian looked at Emperor Long Keduo gently and smiled, "I believe that a painter who has been an emperor has not only a lofty level of painting," he said solemnly, "His ability to adapt to life and calmly accept sudden changes is beyond the reach of everyone, not to mention, if you don't dislike it, I want to be a little scholar!"

When the emperor heard this, he laughed, and his laughter seemed to vomit out the unhappiness and helplessness in his heart, "Don't dislike it, don't dislike it!" He said in a loud voice, "I can make the number one swordsman today, be my scholar, such a painter is already unparalleled in the world!"

So, the purple-clothed swordsman Nanjian sharpened the ink, and the emperor Long Ke showed his paper and painted on the main hall. In a short time, a few swallows flying over the fields in the bright spring light, the green willows on the edge of the pond with the wind, the shepherd boy riding a ox on the mountain path, and the pastoral landscape painting of the fields busy with spring ploughing, came to life and jumped on the paper.

After finishing the pen, the purple-clothed swordsman Nan Jian was surprised, and he couldn't put it down, and said:

"The emperor is really a genius in the painting, this painting has a unique world, making the world new!"

Emperor Long Keduo smiled indifferently, "You can't have both bear paws and fishes, this is a famous saying through the ages!" He said, "Today, I have calculated everything, and when I completely let go of the dignity of the emperor, I realized that my painting is the real king's brush!"

Sure enough, when this painting showed 300 loyal and brave men and hundreds of harem beauties, everyone sighed and left angrily, and there was not a single one left at once! Seeing everyone leave in shame, the emperor stood on the tower of the Xuande Hall and wept gloomily. When the last little eunuch walked out of the palace gate with hurried small steps and disappeared without a trace, he suddenly sighed deeply:

"Thank you, little brother. Now, it's time for you to go!"

"Mr. Long, are we friends?" Nan Jian suddenly asked him.

He turned back and looked at him quietly for a long time, "Yes!" and he finally said, "what do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is," said Nanjian, "Mr. Long, it's time for us all to go!"

"But I'm all hoped, and I don't want to go anywhere!" said Roncodo, "there is no place for me in this world!"

"No! Nan Jian said resolutely, "Everyone in the world has a place of their own, which no one has the right to plunder." ”

"Oh!" said Roncodo, looking at him in amazement, "Please go on, I would like to hear more!"

"That's our body!" Nan Jian said, "Our body is subject to our parents, lives between heaven and earth, coexists with all things, and coexists with nature; therefore, when we are in the external world, physically and mentally exhausted, and at a loss, it is also the time to take care of our body that is subject to our parents and lives between heaven and earth, and we will manage it with our hearts and caress it well!"

"Makes sense!" Hearing this, Long Keduo sighed and said, "Each person's own body is the only place that belongs to him;

"So, Mr. Long!" Nan Jian said again, "all the glory and disgrace in front of me are a passing cloud; And just now you said that all thoughts have been lost, if this is the case, the younger generation will congratulate you!"

"Oh, what's the joy of it?"

"Do you want to!" he said, "all thoughts are empty, everything is empty, you are still fighting, resenting, loving, hating, angry, sad, sighing, and happy!"

"It's all empty!" said Roncodo with a final laugh.

After that, he resolutely took off the crown, raised it and threw it, and the golden crown clicked! After that, he took off the dragon robe again, and as soon as he threw it, the dragon robe also fluttered in the wind, and slowly fell to the ground, just like a rotten piece of clothing discarded in the streets and alleys, crooked!

In the end, Long Keduo glanced around the deserted palace compound, nodded silently, his expression was very calm, and there was no longer a trace of sadness, "Little brother, you are right!" He smiled and said, "When all the glitz and glamour are gone, it is when we, as a living object, realize the true meaning of life, and also realize the true value of life!"

Finally, he looked at the vast blue sky above the sky, and then at the palace compound in front of him, "Let's go!" he smiled and said, "Little brother, let's leave this inn that doesn't belong to anyone!"

So, Long Keduo and the purple-clothed swordsman Nan Jian walked out of the palace compound with pleasant steps; later, Long Keduo became a monk in the "Longjue Temple" west of the capital of Dali.

Many years later, it was rumored in the world that his Dharma name was Longkong, and his meditation cultivation was extremely profound. However, he never used words to enlighten anyone who came to the Buddha to teach any Zen teachings, but when people looked at his paintings, it was as if they had realized everything overnight!

However, there was a painting in his abbot that no one had been able to comprehend so far: an ordinary sword that fell into the mud, and there was a tide of pedestrians, but no one paid any attention to it!