"I thought Old Man Qiu was talking nonsense, but unexpectedly it turned out to be true." Tian Zhitang had just opened the door and entered, and the old man sitting alone by the window had already spoken. The old man had white eyebrows, white eyebrows, wide robes and wide sleeves, and looked at the wolf with eagle eyes.

He has a solemn expression and is quite extraordinary in appearance and demeanor. He is one of the world-famous contemporary martial arts masters, Li Fengqiao, nicknamed "Four Ping Ba Stable" by people in the world.

"Some things have to be done sooner or later." Tian Zhitang walked to the coffee table and poured himself a cup of tea.

"The time is not right." A dark cloud appeared on Li Fengqiao's face, "The method is not right either."

"The tea is in my hand. I can drink it whenever I want. I can drink it however I want." Tian Zhitang picked up the teacup and took a sip, "The tea is good."

"The cup is there, but the pot is not." The old man walked to the coffee table, grabbed the teapot and smiled coldly, "No one will refill it, and your cup will be gone after you drink it."

"Waiter! Another pot of tea!" Tian Zhitang turned around and shouted outside the door. Immediately, a waiter knocked on the door and brought a new pot of tea.

"As long as the store still wants to make money, I can have as many pots as I want." Tian Zhitang mentioned the teapot brought by the waiter and smiled at the old man, "This is the human heart and the way of the world. What can you, Li Fengqiao, do?"

"Does it make sense? If you come back this time for revenge, I, Li Fengqiao, will never meddle in your own business, but you - well, you are a very smart person, but you want to follow in the footsteps of my elder brother. Why are you doing this?

"Li Fengqiao slowly put down the teapot in his hand and sighed sincerely, "Although today is different from the past, you may not be able to achieve your wish. Not to mention the distance, this Liaozhou City is like a tiger on a dragon's plate, let alone the huge world? You can

What can I do if I have great ability?"

"I know." Tian Zhitang curled his lips and said, "Needless to mention Yan Rong, the Liaohou, who was the most powerful general in the country in the past. He was wily and calculating, and could not express his emotions or anger. He was described as having a thunderous heart and a flat lake.

Meng Hongwen, the governor, has a scheming mind and unparalleled intelligence. He has the ability to assist the country. The late emperor once said that she was "the choice of the pillar of the country." Although Xia Jiyao is a woman, she has a beautiful chest and decisiveness in killing. She is far superior in terms of courage and skill.

Man. Even the seemingly dandy young Marquis Yan Bului is actually as cunning as a fox and as vicious as a snake."

"Since you know everything, why do you still--" Li Fengqiao frowned, but was interrupted by Tian Zhitang raising his hand before he finished speaking.

"Yan Rong is too old, Meng Hongwen can't stand alone, Yan Burui has great ambition but lacks talent. As for Xia Jiyao - oh, she has no aspirations as a man, but how can she be a daughter? Liaozhou is the foundation of Liaobei. If something happens in Liaozhou, there will be something in Liaobei. Liaobei

If something happens, it will be a major event in the world."

"Then you -" Li Fengqiao just opened his mouth and closed it again. This time it was not because Arita Zhitang interrupted, but because there were some words that he really didn't know how to say.

"Some things must be done, whether they succeed or fail. Only when they are done can I be me. Only when they are done can things have results. Even if it is not the result I want, even if there is no result at all, there is no result.

It is also a result. "The time is coming and storms are rising, and Kunpeng will be seen wherever storms arise." Today, the current situation is in turmoil. The court has the power to form gangs and bully the superiors. Outside, there are vassal kings who are ambitious and plotting for the government. Even the rivers and lakes are full of demons and winds.

, Beihai Nanchi, where Kun and Peng were half and half in the past, is about to rise again." After saying that, Tian Zhitang smiled coldly and looked down at the tea cup in his hand. This is a wooden leaf cup with a warm and black glaze, and the wood in the cup

The veins of the leaves are clear, plump and naturally stretched. It is a rare treasure found in thousands of miles. I am afraid that it is not common in the palace. I can't afford such a luxury product, and even if I could afford it, I would never be willing to take it out to guests for tasting. But.

Li Fengqiao opposite was willing to give up. He had so many treasures like this that he would drop one every day for three months. Tian Zhitang knew the value of this kind of wooden leaf lamp, but he considered himself a person who burned musical instruments, cooked cranes, oxen, and chewed peonies.

He is not as indifferent and leisurely as his father used to be, nor is he as gentle and modest as his eldest brother. He likes to drink heavily, eat large amounts of meat, sleep with the most coquettish women, and say the most obscene swear words.

But even if his father and brother were so temperamental, they would draw their swords in anger in the end, and the whole world would be bathed in blood wherever the dragon roared.

From Moli Lake in Bizhou to Dawangguan in Liaobei, it takes two months, seven thousand miles, seven thousand miles of dragons and seven thousand miles of blood!

"What kind of Kunpeng is divided half in the North Sea and the South Pool? It's just some people bragging, and some people are spreading lies!" Someone outside the door sneered. Two monks pushed in the door. The older one was thin and withered, wearing a soap-colored five-striped clothes.

He closed his eyes and closed his head while silently reciting sutras and counting beads. The young man looked pretty good, with resolute three-dimensional lines of facial features and a strong and strong physique. He gave people a powerful and courageous aura, but there was a hint of ruthlessness between his eyebrows that a monk should not have.

Li. The one who spoke was a young monk.

"Pure anger——" the old monk called his apprentice.

"Master." The young monk lowered his head and clasped his hands.

"What is anger?" the old monk asked, and without waiting for the disciple's answer, he said calmly, "Suffering has the nature of hatred and hatred, which can hinder the absence of anger. It has the hidden nature of restlessness, and the basis of evil deeds is karma. It is said that anger will cause physical and mental damage.

Heat annoyance is caused by bad karma and unwholesome nature. Moreover, anger is the most profound cause. Among the three poisons, it is not the most severe. Among the ninety-eight poisons, this is the most serious. Among all the heart diseases, it is the first difficult to cure...

You have taken refuge in me, the Buddha, since you were a child. Because your heart is filled with hostility and is prone to thoughts of anger, I have given you the name "pure anger" as my teacher. Don't you know that anger is one of the six fundamental afflictions, namely anger, hatred, annoyance, jealousy, harm, etc.

All troubles are based on the part of anger. When I go back this time, I will copy the sixth volume of "The Theory of Perfect Consciousness" ten times and the fourteenth volume of "The Theory of Great Wisdom" ten times."

"But -" the young monk with the name Jingang wanted to defend himself, but he still had no choice but to bow his head, "Yes, Master, the disciple just accepts the punishment."

After admonishing his apprentice, the old monk joined his palms and bowed to Li Fengqiao and Tian Zhitang again.

"Amitabha, this poor monk has paid homage to the two Tan Yue."

"Master Mingquan, are you okay?" Li Fengqiao stood up and returned the courtesy. Tian Zhitang sat still.

The old monk's Dharma name is "Qingjue", and "Mingquan" is his nickname. Li Fengqiao calls him by his title instead of calling him by his name out of respect, and "Master" is a unique title for monks who have mastered the Dharma, which is second only to proficiency.

Not all monks can use the honorific title "Master Tripitaka" in scriptures, laws, and "Tripitaka". Most people don't know the difference, and they just talk about it on weekdays. Li Fengqiao is a knowledgeable person, how can he not know the difference?

His honorific title alone shows that the old monk Qingjue has an extraordinary status.

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"I only showed up ten days ago, and you guys from Yifa Temple have already arrived. Does this count as a villain growing up with relatives?" Tian Zhitang sneered without looking back. Yifa Temple is the ancestral home of Buddhism. It practices both Buddhism and martial arts.

Wujingtang is the most important place for intensive study, and Wuxiangtang is the most respected place for martial arts practice. The name of the temple, "Yifa", is said to mean "ten thousand dharma, one dharma". As for what exactly "ten thousand dharma, one dharma" means,

I'm afraid it's all about benevolence and wisdom. Anyway, some people in both the government and the public say that what Buddhism wants is "everything in the world is Buddhism"! If this is true, the name of Ippoji Temple cannot be said to be domineering, but this domineering power is obviously sufficient.

Confidence, with the blessing of thousands of years of heritage, Buddhism is not only a presence like Mount Tai and Beidou in the martial arts world, but also has far-reaching connections in temples. As one of the three elders of the Wujing Hall of Ippo Temple, today's Liaozhou No.

Qingjue, the abbot of Faming Temple in a jungle, is a world-famous Buddhist monk with a highly respected status. Tian Zhitang's attitude was so rude that the monk Jingang, who was already full of hostility towards him, shook with energy and made a thumping sound.

Like thunder, he clenched his fists and made a tiger pounce.

"No!" Li Fengqiao and Qingjue stopped at the same time.

"Master! Senior Li!" Monk Jing'an said with a look of reluctance.

"Get out!" Qingjue scolded in a deep voice.

"Qingjue, as an eminent monk, how come you have accepted such a disciple?" Tian Zhitang shook his head again and sarcastically said, "No matter how solid the signboard of your Yifa Temple is, it cannot withstand being smashed again and again by your own people."

"Ten years of pure Buddhism can't get rid of the hostility in his heart..." Qingjue could understand the hidden meaning of Tian Zhitang's words, but was unmoved. He just put his hands together and smiled, "Don't you know that if a fierce tiger comes out of a tree, it will hurt others and hurt itself?"

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"It turns out that eminent Buddhist monks also criticize mulberry trees and locust trees." Tian Zhitang sneered when he heard this.

"Maybe it's a kind words to persuade, maybe it's a reference to Sang scolding Sophora japonica." Qingjue laughed, walked to the coffee table and sat down, reached out to lift the two teapots on the table, opened the lid and took a sniff, "Oh? It turns out that the tea is the same, just in a pot.

Different." After saying that, Qingjue looked at the two teapots carefully, pointed at the teapot and said with a smile, "There are good and bad pots. Whichever one you like, you will naturally use it. Tea poured from different pots

, the taste is different. In fact, the tea is still the same tea, but the state of mind is different." The old monk paused and said, "If you have a Buddha in your heart, everything you see is a Buddha. If you have a devil in your heart, everything you see is a devil."

"I am suspicious, but I think there are demons in other people's hearts. It turns out that whether you are a Buddha or a demon depends on what you monks say." Tian Zhitang laughed teasingly, "The world always says that justice lies in the human heart. In fact, justice is not in the human heart, but in the human heart.

Some people have two mouths."

"Good teaching Tan Yue knows that the Buddha also angered King Ming." Qingjue still smiled and did not engage in a verbal dispute with Tian Zhitang.

"The Buddha also made King Ming angry? This is quite interesting."

"Rakshasa is also the twelve heavens." Qingjue said again.

"'Buddha is also angry with King Ming, and Rakshasa is also the twelve heavens'?" Tian Zhitang was slightly startled, with a strange expression on his face, and then pointed at Qingjue and laughed at Li Fengqiao, "Look, look, look,

After all, he is a monk. He is used to being sarcastic with others, but his words are different. He can actually speak such coercive and tempting words in such a high-sounding way!"

Qingjue smiled and said nothing. Li Fengqiao's face was serious. Buddhism and Taoism were so powerful that even the court had to pay three respects. But Tian Zhitang was so sincere to Qingjue that he didn't leave any room for each other.
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"Soldiers are unlucky, and there is no good way to go." Li Fengqiao finally couldn't help but persuade Tian Zhitang again.

"It is natural for wolves to eat sheep, but it is a heinous crime for sheep. The wolf is right? Or the sheep is right? Who is the fairest judge? And what is the basis for fairness?" Tian Zhitang patted the bamboo tucked under his left armpit.

The sheathed sword smiled again and said, "The sword is already in hand. It is useless to talk more. It is better to die than to live in silence! We have different paths and we do not want to conspire with each other. Today I, Tian Zhitang, have spoken first. I am doing my thing, and you have to stop me."

Stop, it’s just that the sword has no eyes, life and death are determined by destiny! Farewell!"

The private room changed from three people to two people, and then from two people back to three people.

"Master, why didn't you allow your disciple to take action just now?" Jing Hui Bu angrily said, "He is a remnant of the past Beihai Nanchi! It is my duty as a Buddhist disciple to eliminate demons and defend the Way!"

"Be careful! Whether Haichi Kunpeng is evil or not, there is no final conclusion on this matter. Don't mention the remnants of the devil again!" Hearing his disciple's words, Qingjue couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and quickly glanced at Li Fengqiao, seeing that he had a strange expression on his face.

He looked at himself with a stiff expression, then shook his head with a smile, and sighed silently before turning to look at his apprentice, "If I don't say anything else, I would like to ask you, are you his opponent?"

"Why not?" Jing Ai snorted coldly. Even so, Jing Ai couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in his heart. The strength of martial arts is said to be determined by the hands, but masters have their own charm, and when their cultivation reaches a certain level, they often only

One can tell the strength of each other just by looking at each other. Although Tian Zhitang was extremely rude when he was sitting in the room, his demeanor was not much inferior to that of his master Qing Jue and Li Fengqiao, who have long been famous martial arts masters. Not to mention Jing An.

We already know that Tian Zhitang defeated the black king Liang Tianchuan with one move last night in full public view. However, most young people are full of energy and courage and refuse to admit defeat easily, especially when they admit that they are not as good as their peers.

"Haha——" the old monk Qingjue smiled softly, "Master, I will ask you again, what is the fourth of the five precepts?"

"Don't lie." Jing Ang gradually turned red in the face.

"I heard this: At one time, the Buddha was in the country of Savatthi praying for a tree to be planted in the Garden of Solitude. At that time, the World-Honored One told the bhikkhus: Among these people, I do not see anyone who has practiced one method, but has practiced many, and has become a hell, a hungry ghost, and an animal.

.If someone is born among people and has bad breath and is hated by others, it is called lying. Bhikkhus, if someone talks nonsense, gossips, and fights about right and wrong, he will fall into the hells, animals, and hungry ghosts. So why? It is because of lying.

Therefore, all monks, you should always be sincere and never tell lies. Therefore, all monks, you should learn this way!" The old monk Qingjue said with a serious look on his face, "Go back and copy the seventh volume of "Zengyi Agama Sutra" and "Five Precepts"

Product "Fourteenth, ten times!"

"Again, you have been punished all day long!" Jing Ai muttered with a bitter face. Qingjue ignored it and just turned to look at Li Fengqiao, "His sword is about to be finished."

"Well, it's almost time." Li Fengqiao nodded, "In the past, the Moli Hutian family in Bizhou was blessed with natural resources. Since its establishment three hundred years ago, all the men in the generations to come have been martial arts wizards. It can be said that the garden is full of fragrant trees and good fruits. Here we are.

Tian Shaoyou and his son, the three of them, are the most beautiful jade creation Zhong Ling. Who would have expected that later -" At this point, Li Fengqiao's expression was heavy, and even the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He hesitated again and again, and finally shook his head and sighed, "Seven Thousand Miles Dragon
To be continued...