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on the road.

A thin horse carrying a rickety old scholar, followed by a scholar with a long sword behind the horse's buttocks, the scholar is not young, the beard is gray, the temples are like snow, the old scholar seems to be afraid of falling off the horse, he lowered his body and clasped the horse's neck, the original skinny old horse is also staggering forward, in front of Jishui City.

The scholar with the long sword behind him is not very old, he has not yet reached the crown, his face has already had the meaning of vicissitudes, his white face is rigid and solemn, and he is holding a sage book whose name is not clear in his hand with the long sword on his back, reading absent-mindedly, and from time to time looking up at Jishui City, which is dyed with the golden sunset in the distance.

The old scholar squinted his eyes and squinted on the horse's neck for a while, and when he opened his cloudy old eyes, the economic water city was already standing in front of him.

It's not so tall, it's not as majestic as it is imagined, but there is an indescribable dignifiedness.

If it is said that the Qingzhou City of Beilai City was originally built for war, and the essence of these war cities is to nourish the world's 'dead air', then Jishui City was built in order to invigorate the world's 'living qi', and Jishui City was built on the Beilai Dragon Vein 'Shengmen'.

The old scholar pulled out a handkerchief from the horse's belly, wiped the corners of his eyes, and then carefully folded it and put it back in its place.

The scholar with the long sword on his back asked, "Sir, is this Jishui City?"

The old scholar snorted angrily, stopped at Lerma, looked up at Zhong Lingyuxiu's Jishui City for a while, and the Jishui River was still rushing in the distance, his mouth opened, but after all, he didn't make a sound, and sighed leisurely.

The scholar couldn't help laughing, he knew that his husband was a poet and wanted to recite poetry, but every time it was like this, the poems came to his mouth but swallowed raw, the whole year was like this, this year the two of them looked at each other without saying a word, every day seemed to be a cycle, from the morning to the dusk, from the dusk to the dawn, the road under the feet could not be finished, but the more the words were talked, the less the wine in the pot was drunk, the more wine was drunk, the more wine was drunk, the old gentleman's eyes were more and more clear, especially after drinking, in the dusk, in the rain, When I saw the wind fluttering in the rain and the remnants of the lotus, the old gentleman always looked like he was young, a teenager.

The scholar clearly remembers that a long time ago, the old gentleman lived in front of the imperial tomb of the Great Zhou Dynasty for a night, and the old gentleman who had drunk a lot of wine that day sat alone in front of the imperial tomb like a mound of earth, and there was an old man who never spoke behind him, the old gentleman was drunk like mud, holding a shovel in his hand, and he said that he was going to dig the imperial tomb, and the old man who had been following the old man had a cold breath, and the scholar knew that the old man was terrifying, as if a bottomless pool, and farther away, there were thousands of brocade guards and light horses of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The old gentleman never seemed to have looked at these scale-clad Great Zhou guards, but climbed alone to the top of the imperial mausoleum, which was almost a small mountain, shovel after shovel, shovel after shovel, each shovel down, after lifting a pile of old soil, the old gentleman would cry and say, 'Rise the people, suffer, die, the people suffer'.

The scholar didn't know what entanglement there was between the old gentleman and the first emperor, but he knew that that night, in the imperial mausoleum in the capital, an old man who exuded a breathing aura in his left hand held a short knife but did not dare to move, and thousands of brocade guards and light horsemen of the Great Zhou Dynasty retreated.

The old gentleman shoveled a total of nine shovels of old soil, and finally kept muttering something.

The scholar is very clear in his heart, his husband has no beginning and no end, when the horse is tired, when the road is gone, it is the end.

Is the end of the world?

The old gentleman said that he had been to the end of the world, the little scholar did not know what was called the end of the world, only heard of the end of the world, and felt very mysterious, but this old gentleman had been, and he was also a very powerful person, so a few years ago, the little scholar bowed down in front of the old scholar and begged him to teach himself swordsmanship, the old scholar smiled, took a sip of wine, patted the ancient long sword hanging on the horse's belly, and said: "Accompany me to finish this trip, and your swordsmanship will be small." ”

The little scholar didn't know why, but he just picked up the extraordinarily heavy long sword and followed the old horse's back, without the slightest complaint, and it took more than a year to leave.

The old scholar cleaned up his mood and led the old horse to approach Jishui City step by step.

"Sir, how about you arguing with the Hanshi here?"

"First go to Sumeru Temple and talk to the old monks there, and then go to the Hanmen to talk about the theory. ”

"Sir, these monks of Sumeru Temple don't understand the way of 'the people, the noble and the gentleman', and the 'outer king and the inner saint', what do you reason with them?"

"Of course, I went to the Zen temple to talk about Buddhism with these monks. ”

The sword boy pursed his lips, seemingly unimpressed.

He clearly remembered that a few years ago, after a verbal battle with a group of sour old scholars in the Hanlin Academy in the capital, a group of scholars who were disgraced were driven out of the Hanlin Academy and were scolded as ' The old gentleman was not angry, but sighed lightly and then picked up the wine gourd and drank it violently, it was the first time the sword boy had seen him drunk since following the old gentleman, in front of the noon gate of Gyeonggi, in the wilderness outside the imperial mausoleum, in front of the bronze bird tower where the emperor was busy at night, this old literati who was half buried in the loess, hid his face and wept, on the field of the moonlit night, an old horse, an old man, a glass of wine, turned into a little turbid tears...

This is not the fault of the emperor and the general, not the fault of the people of Li Shu, it is the fault of the general trend of the world, everyone is a victim, everyone is a victim, so at night in the capital a few years ago, the smoke willow painting bridge curtain call, when the wind curtain and green curtain were haggard, outside the huge capital, the low grass field remembered a tactful and hoarse tone:

'I foresee the reckless future, the wolf smoke is flying, the sorrow is everywhere, the people are not living, the mountains and rivers are shattered, the palaces and thousands of rooms are made of soil, the people are suffering, and the people are suffering!'

At that time, people may have just said that he was a tried and tested old poor sour pouring out bitterness, and no one cared about the credibility of his words.

"Sir, is there really a reincarnation in Buddhism?"

The old gentleman pondered for a while, and said hoarsely: "I can't say, I can't say..."

The scholar is accustomed to it, and the old scholar will argue with him every time he meets a scholar from a poor family, and the content of the argument is nothing more than "the way of the king", "the people are noble and the king is light", "the king is the inner saint", what "if you want to do the art of the king, you can only do everything", after listening to it for a long time, the scholar can even say these things casually.

The old scholar cleared his throat, nodded leisurely, and said: "This world is already turbid, if you don't argue anymore, even the backbone of the humble scholar will be lost." ”

The scholar seemed to understand, tightened the long sword behind his back, and asked, "Sir, when will my swordsmanship be completed?"

The old scholar was still tepid and said, "It's all over after this trip." ”

"How powerful can you be?"

The old scholar sighed, "Your swordsmanship is not born to dominate the rivers and lakes and compete for the strong, but to practice it for the last bit of luck to defend the country." ”

The old gentleman looked up at the top of his head, there was no cloud, and after a long time, he said again: "Since ancient times, there has been 'the Son of Heaven guarding the country, and the king dies in the community', and he died recklessly outside the country, before the king, what's wrong?"

The scholar has long been accustomed to this gentleman's mysterious words, and nodded blankly, not understanding what it means at all, but he just knows that it is too mysterious and magnificent, and the territory and society that the old gentleman wants to go are unimaginable.

A sword of luck, defend the country!

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And in Jishui City, a red fur also quietly entered the city.

The moonlight is deep, the blue waves in the moat outside the city are rippling, and there are layers of ripples like golden lins, here is the Jishui River as a treasure land to guard the luck of Beilai, it has always been regarded as the top priority by Jiang Loan, and the Xuanmen Fish Lindao who is well versed in the art of looking forward to the air has said that the famous Buddhist mountain 'Dusk Mountain' behind Jishui City is the Zhongxing place of Beilai, and it should be the dragon vein of Tengxing.

Sumeru Temple.

Stone Tallinn.

In the middle of the night, the sound of the scriptures in the Sumeru Temple is still intermittently transmitted far away, and the lights in the Sumeru Temple are bright, dozens of monks in linen monk robes sit in front of the tall Buddha statue and chant the scriptures sincerely.

Jiang Yangsheng walked into the quiet and dim tower forest alone, here stands dozens of merit towers of Sumeru Temple, the tower body is not high, mostly five to seven sections, most of the tower body materials are white marble, the inscription merit is immeasurable, the stone tower in the huge tower is one after another, the height is different, in the center of Tallinn stands a tall thirteen-step floating tower.

For these Futu Towers, Jiang Yangsheng has some understanding in his heart, the higher the merits, the more steps of the Futu Tower, in today's Zhou Dynasty Buddhism, the thirteenth-order Futu Pagoda is already a great merit plus the body can be cast, most of the Futu Pagoda is enshrined in the relics, and a few are enshrined in the flesh Buddha statues.

The stone forest is quiet and serene, there is a roaring sound of the Jishui River in the distance, there is an old monk sitting on the bluestone slab outside the stone forest, the old monk describes the withered, the eyebrows and beard are snow-white and long, and he has been settled on the bluestone slab as if rooted, thinking that he is the guardian monk who guards Tallinn, the old monk closed his eyes tightly, even if he knew that Jiang Yangsheng walked into Tallinn, he was not moved at all.

Jiang Yangsheng has always had a slight affection for this kind of ascetic, and he was deeply embarrassed in front of the old monk before entering Tallinn.

Stepping into Tallinn, as if isolated from the world, everything around is peaceful, Jiang Yangsheng is deep in which he does not feel that his body and mind are relaxed a lot, refreshing, the twilight mountains in the distance are vast, the hollow valley is quiet, and the Sumeru Mountain Alarm Bell of Huanglu Bell complements each other, endures for a long time.

Tongshan collapsed, and Luo Zhong responded to the east.

The Sumeru Temple in Jishui City and the Dusk Mountain behind it are like this, as soon as the alarm bell of the Sumeru Temple rings, there will also be an unusually heavy sound in the Dusk Mountain, and it will respond.

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