Obviously, he was not satisfied with such concessions and proposals.
Monk Zhihui built his own fo country in his mind over and over again, so as to suppress the urge to leave this secular place.
Facing the grandson of the Imperial Prince who shook his head, Zhihui felt very surprised.
According to his proposal, it is equivalent to completely placing the fo sect under the control of Ming law.
This is completely different from the current situation.
The FO clan is originally cooperative and free from political power. Only in this way can the FO clan's transcendent status in the eyes of secular people be guaranteed.
"Your Highness, what this poor monk said has gone against everyone in the world."
Monk Zhihui looked unbearable and sighed softly.
Zhu Yunxi was still shaking his head. Before Monk Zhihui thought that this negotiation would break down, he stood up and looked out the window at the snowy scene.
In the distance, several green pines transplanted by the Ministry of Industry from unknown sources look like coiled dragons. Their branches are covered with snow, but they still echo the nearby cypress trees.
Zhu Yunxi plans to tell a story with this monk Zhihui who wants to build a grand ideal fo country.
So, Zhu Yunxi spoke softly: "Master, have you ever been familiar with the affairs of Shang and Zhou Dynasty?"
Wisdom nodded: "Although the poor monk is proficient in Fo Dharma, he has also read several history books."
"That's good." Zhu Yunxi said with a smile: "Master, does he know that King Zhou of Shang is called the king of men, while King Wen of Zhou is called the emperor. Nowadays, some people among the people say that people are called kings, but the emperor is humble. So,
Human race condescends to heaven?"
This is a treasonous statement.
Even monk Zhihui, who was practicing hard in front of the green lantern, couldn't help but frown.
Zhu Yunxi continued: "Perhaps the master will think that what Gu is going to say next is just because of Gu's identity."
"The poor monk dare not."
Zhu Yunxi smiled, but did not investigate whether Wisdom was true to his words, but said softly: "But in Gu's opinion, what is a human king? He is the one who is in charge of the human race. What is the emperor? He is the one who controls all things on behalf of heaven!"<
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Zhihui's eyes flashed: "Between Sumeru, there are three thousand worlds."
Zhu Yunxi turned around, looked at the monk Zhihui who was sitting in front of him, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "All dharma respects the emperor, even between Sumeru!"
There was silence in the conservatory in the back garden of Taisun Mansion.
The only thing left here was the Babao teapot placed on the stove. It kept making whimpering sounds and blowing out bursts of white smoke, allowing those who witnessed it to declare the immediate excitement inside the pot.
Zhihui couldn't help but clasping her hands together and lowering her head: "I'm afraid it will be difficult for my Taoist disciples to make the trip."
Zhu Yunxi smiled slightly, sat cross-legged and sat down again, picked up the teacup that was no longer so hot, and took a sip of the eight-treasure tea that was extra sweet because it had been brewed for too long today.
The court's laws are fair.
At least, the laws currently implemented by the Ming Dynasty treat most people relatively fairly. This also includes those from outside the country, represented by the monk Zhihui in front of me.
Justice means that they can continue to obtain benefits through the means of rules, just like ministers in the court, in legitimate ways and reasons.
And if everything respects the emperor.
Then the will of this party will be decided by the emperor alone.
Very hegemonic and unfair.
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But it can take the will of the imperial power as the criterion, and everything can be taken or taken away, all decided by one person.
Zhu Yunxi thought of Sun Gou'er, the steward of the inner palace, who was probably serving the old man in Qianqing Palace at the moment, and also thought of Yutian, the steward of Taisun Mansion, who was standing outside the greenhouse at the moment.
Obviously, Monk Zhihui also understands this.
Therefore, he directly stated the impossibility of this matter.
Zhu Yunxi looked at Zhihui: "If we follow the master's previous estimate and help me alone, how many years will it take for the master's ambition to be realized?"
Zhihui raised her head, her eyes that were originally empty were filled with hesitation and struggle.
He whispered: "This is a great catastrophe, and it won't happen in less than a hundred years."
Zhu Yunxi nodded, agreeing with Zhihui's sobriety at the moment.
Sometimes, heretics are far more hateful than heretics.
The reform of the imperial court is often measured in ten years, with a foundation of hundreds of years. But for Zhihui, it is a period of hundreds of years, with a foundation of thousands of years.
Zhu Yunxi said: "What if the master can see the ambition he envisioned before he laid the relics in his lifetime?"
Zhihui was slightly startled.
He is in his thirties this year. If people outside the country do not experience hardship, their life span will always be long. Even if it is less, I still have at least fifty years to live.
In fifty years, we can see that the ambition is in front of us?
Or even, shorter time?
Zhihui looked at Zhu Yunxi with doubts in her eyes.
Zhu Yunxi explained with a smile: "It is the twenty-eighth year of Hongwu. After the beginning of spring, the imperial court will convene two Fodao sects in the capital to carry out water and land rituals and fasting rituals, and gather disciples from both sects from all over the world to pray for the emperor's examination of Xiaoci and Empress Dowager Ci. Blessings."
The wisdom that had always been calm in my heart finally flashed with a hint of surprise in those empty eyes, revealing twinkling and moving expressions.
"Master should be very clear that the holding of Dharma meetings and fasting festivals are just two rituals. But in the capital, it is hosted by the imperial court, and it also summons disciples from all over the world. What kind of scene will it be."
Zhihui felt that the abyss of greed that ancestor Fo had said appeared before her eyes, and the endless temptation stretched out her arms one after another, trying to pull herself into the abyss.
But I am so obsessed with this greed.
He couldn't help but trembled all over. He immediately closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, reciting scriptures in a low voice.
However, Zhu Yunxi's voice penetrated into Zhihui's ears like a trap containing honey.
"Millions of people in the capital are paying attention. Thousands of disciples from the two sects have gathered. Masters from all over the world have attended the meeting. The host should choose a person with great wisdom, great awakening, and great emptiness. He should add two sects of great ambition and great ambition, and gather the will and strength of the two sects of disciples.
, can become an eternal event."
Chihui opened his eyes, but felt that all he saw was the scene of Abi Hell, but his heart was ecstatic.
"If I don't go to hell, who will?" Zhihui clasped her hands together and recited in a low voice, then looked at Zhu Yunxi: "What does Your Highness want the poor monk to do? If the poor monk's great wish can be fulfilled, all dharma will be respected by the emperor." p>
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Zhihui finally found excuse for herself and went to hell, while the emperor was supposed to control all things on behalf of heaven.
"Seng Lu Si and Dao Lu Si have been held accountable this time, and they will change their ways from now on." Zhu Yunxi looked calmly, holding the winning ticket and said: "As the master said yesterday, Ming Dynasty hopes that both disciples can meditate in
In front of the green lantern, there is no shortage of food and clothing, and constant support."
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Don’t wait for Chie to ask questions.
Zhu Yunxi had already spoken again: "After the beginning of spring, there will be two gatherings to pray for blessings, and decrees will be sent to various places in the near future. If the master is really devoted to fo, I can ask the emperor to issue an edict to give the master the name of presiding over the spring ceremony.
The person who will host the fasting ceremony can also be recommended by the master."
Zhihui closed her mouth tightly and slowly lowered her head, but her teeth were gritted together.
The temptation is too great.
The imperial court...
No!
It’s because the young grandson of the Imperial Supervisor in front of me has given him too much.
As long as I can get the position of hosting the Water and Land Dharma Conference next spring, it will be tantamount to proving in front of the entire Fo family that I have the support of the court and even the emperor.
What next?
The door probably has to make concessions, after all, it also has the power to recommend.
As long as he has this support, he can do a lot of things.
A majestic world of Fo sect that strictly abides by the rules and precepts, a majestic world where only oneself and his disciples explain the Fo method, will step by step into the world of Sumeru.
fozu can cut flesh.
You can also go barefoot in Abi Purgatory.
Perhaps, I should also prepare a copy of the book now and have it sent to Jingye Temple, the ancestral court of the Lu** Sect.
After all, it is probably impossible for the imperial court to participate in the internal struggle of the Fo clan with an obvious outcome, and the ancestral court still has many monks protecting the law.
Zhu Yunxi told most of his plan, and then held the tea cup, silently watching Chihui's every move and all the reactions in front of his eyes.
After a while, he quietly asked: "Master may also be interested. Chang Sheng, the founding father and the general who conquered the south, is still leading troops outside to conquer the unconquered lands in the south for the Ming Dynasty. Now the Ming Dynasty has also added Jiaozhi and occupied two cities.
, To the west of these two roads, it is still within the conquest of the general. And to the extreme west, it is the place where the Fo Sect originated."
"I very much hope that one day I can go south and west with the master to see with my own eyes the return of fo method to its origin."
From unifying the Fo sect in the Central Plains to unifying the entire Fo world.
Chihui's breathing seemed to disappear for a moment.
He stood up slowly, and the aura of worldly transactions in his body was gradually washed away, and then only the treasure-faced face was left.
"The poor monk hopes that His Highness's ambition will be realized soon."
This is a fanatical believer.
For the sake of their own beliefs and ambitions, they can sell themselves out.
Zhu Yunxi stood up with a smile on his face and looked down at the eight-treasure tea that had never been enjoyed by Zhihui: "I hope all of our ambitions can be realized soon."
……
"You are doing something very dangerous."
"This will cause big trouble."
"I had a very bad dream last night..."
When Zhu Yunxi put on the cloak sent by Yutian, he stood on the steps outside the greenhouse, looking at the direction where monk Zhihui disappeared.
The generous and stocky figure of chubby Zhu Gaochi unexpectedly completely blocked his sight.
This guy has lost a lot of weight now, but he was obviously born in Peiping, but he is so afraid of the snow in the south of the Yangtze River that he puts on all the clothes he has to wear.
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Seeing the worried look on the other person's face, he muttered plausibly and sighed.
Zhu Yunxi rolled his eyes helplessly: "Why are you here again? I noticed that you always calculate the time and appear in front of me at the right time?"
The chubby little man, who was dressed in the style of King Qin, shrugged his shoulders and turned slightly sideways.
Zhu Yunxi is still confused.
But there was a stabbing sound, and the twenty-third uncle Zhu Huang was already grimacing, shaking his head and chanting: "Deng, Deng, Deng."
From behind Xiaopang, he appeared in front of his eyes.
Zhu Yunxi immediately raised his head and looked at Xiaopang, everything was reflected in his eyes at this moment.
Zhu Gaochi waved his hand, pulled Zhu Huang, who was still making a grimace, into the greenhouse, glanced at the cup of eight-treasure tea that had not been touched by Zhihui, and drank it in one gulp: "I just finished my work at the tax office, and then
I was about to come to your side to see the situation, but Uncle Twenty-Third used Sun Tzu's Art of War to catch me off guard and set up an ambush to intercept and kill him. Then, you saw..."
Don't wait for Zhu Yunxi to speak.
Zhu Huang folded his hands in front of his chest, raised his big head, and looked at Zhu Yunxi who came in from the outside with the eyes of a victorious general: "I am so powerful now, I can recite the art of war by heart, but it is just a little trick, so I intercept it."
Kill Brother Chi."
Zhu Yunxi glared at the little kid.
Then evil arose from the side of courage. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed the little kid with both hands. Then he put his hands on the little kid's head and rubbed it fiercely.
Then, the bundle on the little kid's head spread out.
Zhu Yunxi was still angry and stretched out his devil's claws towards the little kid's round and fleshy face, which was not ready for stripping.
Then there was another good rub with the claws.
It wasn't until the little kid's face was as red as a monkey's butt and he was on the verge of bursting with milk that Zhu Yunxi withdrew his claws.
Finally, he patted the little kid on the head and sat down in his seat.
"Uncle Twenty-Third's classes at the main hall have stopped?"
Zhu Huang frowned, rushed up to Zhu Yunxi, twisted his body, tilted his head and landed in front of him, staring at him as if he were an idiot.
Zhu Yunxi blinked.
Are you actually despised by this little brat?
Before he could speak, Zhu Huang all said: "Our classes this year are over, and Mr. Fang is going home for the New Year."
After muttering something contemptuously, Zhu Huang silently moved his mouth.
You are so stupid!
This little kid is really going to heaven.
Zhu Yunxi was immediately furious. He pressed the boy under his legs with his backhand and shouted outside: "Yutian, go to the Imperial College to pick up a set of homework and give it to Concubine Li Xian. I urge Uncle Twenty-Third to do it during the Chinese New Year."
Completed without missing a word!"
Damn it!
Classwork!
Zhu Huang suddenly jumped out of his way and escaped from Zhu Yunxi's suppression.
Then he stepped back continuously, with shock and sadness on his face, and retreated behind the greenhouse door.
The little kid stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhu Yunxi with great grievance: "What a shame, you brother! You actually want to harm a child like me!"
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"I'm ignoring you!"
"I'm going to find Tang...Sister...Sister..."
When the last words came to Zhu Yunxi's ears, the little kid could still be seen in the greenhouse. He had already run away and ran into Taisun's mansion, attracting a group of internal servants Gong'e who had no choice but to follow closely.
I'm in the back, lest this young man stumbles and something happens.
Zhu Gaochi looked helpless as he looked at the farce that had just been staged in front of him.
Zhu Yunxi was angry and annoyed, and glared at Zhu Gaochi: "You are used to it! If he wants to leave the palace, you take him out. Now that he has come out, he just ran away."
Zhu Gaochi's eyes widened and he stared at Zhu Yunxi with a look of disbelief on his face who actually said such words.
Co-author Twenty-Third Uncle, are all spoiled by me, Zhu Gaochi?
Could it be that the words in Yingtian City about the grandson taking care of his uncle were all rumors?
Zhu Gaochi curled his lips: "Why do I think Uncle Twenty-Third is as cunning as you? You see how smart Uncle Twenty-Third is now. He can bluff, deceive others, and successfully escape with a puff of smoke."
Zhu Yunxi frowned and shook his head helplessly: "Take care of this kid later!"
Zhu Gaochi chuckled.
In addition to not being able to pick off the stars and the moon and give them to Uncle Twenty-Third, as long as Uncle Twenty-Third opens his mouth and acts coquettishly, Brother Hei will be able to get things done immediately.
Facing Xiaopang's cynicism, Zhu Yunxi has already developed a good habit of automatic immune filtering.
After changing a cup for the other person and adding a cup of tea, Zhu Yunxi said: "Today, Monk Zhihui and I talked about his great ambition."
Zhu Gaochi nodded: "I saw it. When I came over, I saw the monk walking alone in the snow. He seemed to be very tenacious. Looking at his back, walking alone in the cold wind, I felt helpless.
He is a sin."
"He is a man with great ambitions."
Zhu Yunxi sighed and took a sip of tea: "In fact, regardless of these flies and dogs, and the power of the court, I still respect people like Zhihui."
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Zhu Gaochi held the teacup in his hand, looked at Zhu Yunxi with raised eyebrows, and said jokingly: "It's not like you would say this."
Zhu Yunxi rolled his eyes and shrugged: "That's how it is. He can willingly fall into purgatory for a great wish. I don't think I can do it."
After finishing speaking, Zhu Yunxi fell silent, his eyes flickering and he remained silent.
Zhu Gaochi took a look and carefully put down the teacup.
After thinking about it several times, Zhu Gaochi felt that he couldn't figure it out, and then he tentatively whispered: "So, if these things really come to a point where nothing can be done, will you choose to compromise?"
Zhu Yunxi shook his head and nodded again.
Then, all the complexity in my heart turned into a sigh.
"A long time ago, I thought that as long as you wholeheartedly serve the people, wholeheartedly serve the Ming Dynasty, the country, and the world, there is nothing that cannot be accomplished."
"Later I discovered that there is nothing in this world that is done based on the ideas of you and me."
"Their obedience and awe are just because of the power of life and death in my family's hands."
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After saying a few words, Zhu Yunxi raised his head and looked at Zhu Gaochi: "Jiangshan Sheji, we are not dreaming, nor can we rely on fantasy."
Zhu Gaochi felt that the cousin sitting in front of him now seemed to be his true face.
But, this is clearly the same person.
He shook his head, cheered up his mood, and said with a smile: "The country is at peace now, and everything must be done step by step. The matter of Monk Zhihui has been settled. The snow disaster in the counties on both sides of the Yangtze River has also affected Beijing.
The army personally dispatched.
So far, no case of corruption has been reported in the local area. After the arrival of the officers and soldiers, merchants opened warehouses one after another to store grain and sell it at a fair price. The common people's land was rarely forced to sell it to the gentry at a low price due to lack of food and clothing.
things.
Now...it's already very good. Seeing that this year is coming to an end, all classes in the main hall have been suspended, and the imperial court will seal it soon, so it's time for you to rest for a while."
Zhu Yunxi heard Xiaopang’s voiceover.
He smiled: "It's been two years since I responded to Tianya. Do you miss Peiping?"
Zhu Gaochi nodded, shook his head, and looked north.
"Beiping, I don't know how my father and mother are doing now..."