Ever since Prince Pingxi moved in, the Bamboo Grove Abode of Xitan Temple has become a place that no one should approach. It is guarded by armored soldiers day and night. During this period, countless followers like bees and butterflies were inevitably snooping around, but Prince Pingxi's residence was all-pervasive.
Defense and ruthless methods are enough to teach these people a lesson.
Therefore, no matter how noisy and noisy the outside world is, even if a large number of people with unknown intentions swarm into the Sittan Temple, the Bamboo Grove Abode today will always be a scene of birds chirping, insects chirping, and calm.
Everyone in Pingxi Palace knows that this princess, who is famous all over the world and loved by Wu Sangui, has always liked peace and quiet. Apart from talking to her personal maid, she never has much contact with the outside world, which makes this lonely subject.
Doting on the princess is like a beautiful white porcelain Guanyin statue.
The most restless martial arts people, however, stayed away from the famous Princess Pingxi. Among the countless masters of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Pingxi Palace, the one with the highest martial arts skills was Hu Yizhi, the King of Yum Sheng Sword. Hu Yizhi also had a crush on Chen Yuanyuan.
Protected in every possible way, if anyone dared to talk too much about Chen Yuanyuan, his legs would be broken mercilessly by him.
Even the Yum Sword King, who has extraordinary weapons and infatuation, has not been able to convince Chen Yuanyuan of his ten years in the government. Others do not have the power of Wu Sangui, nor the martial arts of Hu Yizhi, nor those who have worked so hard to win attention.
The noble man is extremely capable, and over time he will naturally give up completely.
Orioles are chirping in the spacious mountainside yard, the incense is rising in the elegant building, and the birds are lingering. Looking out the window, there is a stunning beauty, with a cold face, writing in beautiful small regular script on the paper, and the red sleeves are inviting.
Immerse yourself in an ethereal fairyland.
"Madam, who did you say that Jiang Liu'er appeared last night?"
The maid with a hideous half face was polishing ink at the side. At this time, the two of them were chatting in an unruly manner, with only the gentle breeze coming and blowing by slowly without any trace of fireworks.
"He said he is from Jingnan Palace, so he is from Jingnan Palace."
Chen Yuanyuan spoke coldly, occasionally glancing at the small sedan in the courtyard. In this way, she occupied the most beautiful part of the picture, making it impossible to see the situation in the room.
"But I always feel that it's not that simple. Last night in Yixuan, although he was always trying to show off his opposition to the King of Miaobao, his hidden intention seemed to be for Prince Pingxi's palace."
"how you said that?"
"Such a lady, Xu Chongzhen, the Eight Immortals Swordsman, has already identified privately. This Jiang Liu'er is the master swordsman their brothers met at the foot of the mountain. Since last time, this Jiang Liu'er was able to ignore the name of Prince Pingxi and steal the ancient book,
Manuscript, you may not dare to fight with swords again this time."
"Well. There are so many masters sent by the palace, no one can take him down?"
"The number of martial arts people recruited by Prince Pingxi's Mansion can be counted with one hand. Now among the four masters, Huang Liang and Jian Fu are so confused that they only focus on what they are doing in the Xitan Temple.
They were circling around the old monk, looking for any chance of the 'Two Immortals of the Turtle and the Crane'. The two brothers Xu Chongzhen always spoke without distinguishing between true and false. Only King He Dao was still loyal."
"Then let King He Dao go."
"This is difficult. King He Dao was seriously injured by someone's finger force last time, and now even if he wants to take action, he can't do it. If you follow what the Eight Immortals Swordsman Xu Chongzhen said, if you really want to take down this Jiang Liu'er, you must let Prince Pingxi's Mansion
The people and horses they brought swarmed up, otherwise we might not be able to do anything to this person."
Chen Yuanyuan slowly stopped writing, as if her mind was disturbed by this series of sudden questions. First her eyes wandered, then she frowned slightly, and gently put the rabbit hair on the pen stand to dry.
"Huang Liang, Jian Fu is trying to find out, and frankly said that the martial arts of several old monks are gone. However, regarding this matter, I did not agree with the poisoning at the beginning."
She straightened up like a bird, leaning back on the cushioned couch, "You secretly guessed that this master of swordsmanship had gone down the mountain, so you tried your best to deal with the reclusive master in Xitan Temple. The poisoning method was disgraceful before, but now
The other party stands up for the elders of the sect, how can such grudges be easily resolved?"
The maidservant, half of her face disfigured, hesitated to speak, but her guesses were the same. She only thought that Jiang Wen appeared again now to avenge the six old monks who were "poisoned to spread the power" - the poison she had given
I understand that I thought I had solved the most difficult person to deal with in Sidtan Temple, but I didn't expect to provoke another little one.
Things in the world often lead to the same goal by different paths. They were deducing their guesses here, and they never expected that the person Jiang Wen cared about was Luo Shuang'er who was really affected by the poison. The other old monks had no martial arts in the first place, but no matter what the reasons were, the consequences were...
It's the same. Just as they guessed, Jiang Wen's purpose of coming back this time is to do right by Heping Xiwangfu.
"Madam, there is nothing we can do about the matter at this point. Pingxi Palace has invested so much manpower in Jizu Mountain, so we can't just go back empty-handed. Just this month, the dozen or so experts brought by Xu Chongzhen have been in Jizu Mountain for no apparent reason.
The mountain yin is completely destroyed, and only the two of them are safe and sound. Is it true that there are corpses and ghosts on the mountain like the mountain people say?"
Chen Yuanyuan closed the book in front of her, frowned and looked out the window, with a clear view of her slim neck and waist, but her eyes were full of complicated expressions.
"There are countless deserted temples and buildings in Jizushanyin, which were all destroyed overnight between the Song and Yuan Dynasties. It is said that the corpses of old monks who have been dead for a long time are so scattered that they are buried in a hurry before they can be incinerated. From time to time, beggars' hands and feet emerge from the stupas.
It was not until the strange monk heard that the monk wrote the Lotus Sutra with blood on the tip of his tongue that he suppressed these abnormal phenomena. The previous hasty sending of people deep into the place was probably a disaster rather than a blessing."
If it hadn't been for the various news coming from Prince Pingxi's palace, the maid would not have believed that a Buddhist kingdom like Jizu Mountain would hide so many elusive and strange things.
The maid looked at the ancient book in Chen Yuanyuan's hand. It was a book of unknown origin that was entirely handwritten. Because it changed hands too many times, the writing was obliterated and the threads were loose.
This strange book titled "The Unknown Unofficial History of Nanzhao" was clearly written by Mr. Yang Shen, a famous scholar in the Ming Dynasty. However, the content of the record stretches back to the Wanli period. It is obviously wrong and cannot be concealed. However, after Chen Yuanyuan got it, he
I read it day and night, and even couldn't put it down, copying it separately, studying the contents that I could no longer distinguish.
Everyone thought that Princess Pingxi, who usually lived in seclusion, took the initiative to travel this time to help Pingxi King Wu Sangui solve his problems, but she was the only one who knew best that Chen Yuanyuan had paid attention to it early after getting this strange book "The Unknown History of Nanzhao" in Chengdu.
The force is concentrated on Jizu Mountain...
"Madam, Jiang Liu'er's whereabouts are also quite strange. He was going to compete with His Holiness Miaobao the next day, but today it is said that he took the initiative to invite His Holiness Miaobao to chat. It is said that the two of them had a very happy conversation. There was also the woman who was traveling with him.
, the behavior is not right either..."
The maid wanted to say something else, but Chen Yuanyuan had no interest in responding. As usual, she tore the copied rice paper into pieces with her delicate hands, threw it into the bamboo stove that warmed her hands, and cut it off.
The second half of the words of the disfigured maid who hesitated to speak.
"If Guanyin's phantom is not here, I don't know where to look for it..."
Chen Yuanyuan looked back at the room, her eyes filled with deep love and uncontrollable despair. This made the maid suddenly see the light rain of apricot blossoms on the trees, but the sky was so dense that they had arrived.
The ink color of the beautiful eyelashes makes it almost impossible to escape by chance from the heavy rain——
The world is so vast, is there really a place to escape?
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Discussions about Jiang Liu'er were not only circulated among the people of Pingxi Palace, but even the Karma Kagyu sect's Zanshan and Dharma protectors who lived in the Three Holy Temples were full of doubts about this figure who appeared out of thin air.
His Dharma King traveled thousands of miles to come to Jizu Mountain in order to take away the "Huayan Great Repentance Sutra" to help him break through the shackles of his cultivation and directly realize Bodhi. However, the appearance of Jiang Liu'er suddenly killed him.
Everyone was caught off guard.
"Son, where have you run away?! Dad brought you here specially to see the Dharma King for enlightenment. He will help you read sutras and gain enlightenment, so I don't have to worry so much."
Ever since he received the teachings from the Dharma King Miaobao that day, Tang Yuanwai believed that the person in front of him was an enlightened monk, so he waited outside the Huayan Three Temples every day to ask for an audience. Today, while scolding his only son for playing and having fun, he was still looking forward to it.
Someone can come to open the door, but they don't know that someone has already got in first.
Being bored under the shade of the tree, the son of Mr. Tang's wife said disapprovingly: "Dad, I think the Dharma King is not at home at all. Just let me go out to play. I'm afraid the little sister is still waiting for me today."
"What sister! Don't you have something serious to do every day? I didn't see you yesterday. Don't be fooled by the little nun in the temple."
Tang Yuanwai was still talking rudely, but his son was not happy after hearing this: "Dad, where did the nun in the monk's temple come from... Although that sister is taciturn, she has hair!"
"You silly boy, how dare you talk back to your father!"
The two spoke louder and louder, and were eventually heard by people in the courtyard.
"Hey, Qutso, what do you think happened to our Chogyal (Dharma King)?"
The two lamas also heard the commotion outside and knew that someone else wanted to come and stalk the Dharma King.
At this time, both Praises and Protectors were walking side by side in the courtyard. Their left hands kept turning the Mani Liberation Wheel, and the other side kept changing their mudra to cut off false thoughts and anger. They always hoped to purify their bad karma and accumulate merit. However, two of them deliberately
Stretch your ears, hoping to hear a few words not far away.
"Langga, I went to see him just now, and Chogyal was still talking to that person. The Taoist temple of Lord Kassapa is indeed extraordinary. Even ordinary lay people can speak mysteries, which is so consistent with our Dharma principles."
Lama Zanshan named Qutso was still sighing, but another Langga interrupted with a little doubt.
"By the way, what does that person do? Why is he pestering Quejia all day long, and he can't even go to Huashouyan where he originally wanted to go? I always feel like something is wrong."
"Well, I heard that he is the envoy of a certain big Jiebo (vassal king) among the Han people. Our Chojia wants to spread Dharma in Han. Naturally, the more such people, the better. Besides, what are you worried about? Haha, there are still Jiebo in the world.
Is there someone Jia Kai can’t solve?!”
After saying this, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, their hearts cleared. It was obvious that they both had endless confidence in their Dharma King.
This generation of Dharma King Miao Bao is known as the leading person in the past three hundred years. Whether it is his attainments in Buddhism or his views on the human world, they are profound to a level that ordinary people cannot match. The sound of Miao Yin will make flowers bloom on stubborn stones. Naturally, it cannot be
It is difficult for ordinary people to live there.
On the other side, the two people who were sitting cross-legged on the futon in the Three Temples and talking had been keeping this posture all day. They were like two old friends who had known each other for many years. They had been chatting for a long time, and their postures had gradually relaxed.
, the topic gradually deviated from the topic.
"The young monk has long heard that there are Tianzhu Buddha Light and Huashou Qinglei Buddha traces on Jizu Mountain. This fateful meeting cannot be missed by the young monk no matter what. I wonder if the donor Jiang Liu'er has heard of it?"
Karmapa Miaobao smiled calmly and spoke softly, but every word could be heard clearly.
"Of course I know about Huashou Qinglei. The Huashou Stone Gate is located on the south side of the Tianzhu Peak. It is said to be the place where the Venerable Kassapa stayed in meditation. There is a straight crack in the middle of the stone gate, which looks like a double door facing each other. There is a huge stone hanging in the gap.
Like a lock, it looks like a stone door made from heaven."
"It is located on the top of a mountain. When the distant mountains and valleys below are filled with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain, Huashoumen, which is overlooking the mountain, is still sunny and clear, and it is easy and natural not to hear the thunder."
Jiang Wen smiled slightly: "Unfortunately, His Holiness, you came at the wrong time. If you want to see Huashou Qinglei, you have to come in summer and autumn, and wait for the rumbling thunder and the lightning to hit the stone wall of Huashoumen hanging above the solitary clouds. The thunder is blocked by
After being blocked, the sound bounces back, causing the sound to vibrate throughout the world, causing the earth to shake and mountains to shake, and thousands of mountains to reverberate. This layer upon layer of rumblings is deafening, and this is the real beauty of Hua Shou Qing Lei!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Jiang Wen used the principle of acoustics to explain seemingly mysterious things into ordinary things. It completely lacked the magic of the Buddhist traces and Zen sounds, but the Dharma King Miaobao could hear it.
It tastes delicious and I can’t help but pick up my hands and praise it.
"So that's the case. No wonder it became a grand event in Jizu Mountain. According to the benefactor Jiang Liu'er, the secret of Huashou Qinglei lies in the rumbling thunder. So if the young monk can encounter a thunderstorm below when he goes up the mountain, he will be able to witness the spectacular scenery.
Bar."
Jiang Wen was also amazed by the inferences drawn by His Holiness Miaobao. For those who do not have a foundation in natural science, if they want to understand these principles logically, apart from the empty talk that they are born with knowledge, I am afraid that only His Holiness Miaobao has already guessed the clues.
Only then can I explain.
In this way, if he were given a copy of "One Hundred Thousand Whys", I'm afraid he would have obtained a bachelor's degree through self-study earlier than he had become a Buddha, right? Are all Buddhist geniuses in the world so abstract?
"His Holiness said with a smile, if there is a thunderstorm in Jizu Mountain in winter, it will be much rarer than clear thunder in Huashou. The probability is not much higher than the Buddha's Light in Huashouyan."
Jiang heard that he was very interested in the Dharma King Miaobao, so he described to him the stories passed down from generation to generation by the villagers at the foot of Jizu Mountain.
It is said that the Huashou Gate only emits light once every two hundred years. The most recent one was more than a hundred years ago. At dusk, the Huashou Gate suddenly burst out with infinite red light, filling the valley for more than ten miles, and could be seen from far and near.
"Although this Buddha's light is magical, it is nothing more than refraction of the sunset under a clear sky. Just like if you happen to hold a mirror and look at the sunset, it will naturally show its splendor."
After hearing this, Dharma King Miaobao remained silent, then respectfully saluted Jiang Wen and said with infinite joy - It's just that although he is proficient in Chinese, he is not used to distinguishing between surnames and first names, and always addresses people by their given names.
Seems a little weird.
"Donor Jiang Liuer, according to what you said, what is the meaning of the Buddha's light in the sky? Apart from seeing the master transform into a rainbow when he passed away, the young monk has never seen an ordinary person enter the sea of clouds."
On the Tianzhu Peak where Huashoumen is located, the sea of clouds is rolling, with a stone gate standing in front and a cliff of 100 feet below. Whenever the Buddha's light appears, the sea of clouds will appear with seven treasures of red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue and purple.
The colorful Buddha light even has a shadow sitting like a Buddha statue in the center, so it is called "Tianzhu Buddha light".
Buddha's light like this has always been regarded as a mysterious phenomenon by people because it is extremely rare. Buddhists believe that Buddha's light is the ray of light radiating from the eyebrows of Sakyamuni. It is an auspicious light. Only those who have a predestined relationship with Buddha can
See the Buddha's light.
"The Dharma King is unaware of something. According to the observation and analysis below, the appearance of this Buddha's light does not appear randomly and has no trace to follow. It must adhere to the four most important conditions: first, it is on a high mountain, second, there are cliffs, and third, there is something below the cliff.
The sea of clouds covers the bottom; the fourth is a clear sky, which is enough to shine low-angle sunlight onto the viewer on the cliff, and then project the silhouette of the person onto the sea of clouds under the cliff in front."
Jiang Wenyan described the specific appearance of the Buddha's light with great accuracy. His vivid and accurate description made King Miaobao begin to believe him. Even before he saw it with his own eyes, he already felt in his heart that what Jiang Wen said was what he said.
Yes.
"If you go up the mountain and search according to these four conditions, you have a 50% chance of seeing the Buddha's light shining all over the place. To put it bluntly, this Buddha's light is just because there are countless water droplets between people and the sea of clouds, which refract the human figure. And the shadow in the Buddha's light is
It’s just a projection of the viewer himself!”
After Jiang Wen finished speaking, he burst out laughing, and Dharma King Miaobao couldn't help but smile at the same time. Their laughter even reached the ears of Zan Shan and the protectors, who slowed down their pace of praying and looked sideways.
"Hey, I didn't expect that the young monk came from thousands of miles away. The Buddha's traces that he has admired for a long time are just a creation of heaven and earth. If the benefactor Jiang Liu'er had not explained it, I am afraid that the young monk would not be able to understand the mystery."
The helplessness appeared in the laughter of Karmapa Miaobao, and the smile disappeared from his face. Jiang Wen's smile also gradually disappeared, and his expression even became a little solemn.
"His Holiness, Mr. Jiang denounced these Buddha's light and thunder, not for the sake of being quick to speak, nor to show that his views are brilliant. When I stayed at the foot of the mountain the day before yesterday, I heard the villagers talking about the desolation and desolation of the ancient temples in Jizushanyin.
, which is closely related to the Buddha’s light in the sea of clouds that often appears on the cliff.”
"During the Song and Yuan Dynasties, the monks on the mountain saw the Buddha's light and thought that the Buddha was coming to guide them, so they jumped off the cliff and sacrificed themselves to build a pagoda here. It is said that the cliff was covered with bones and monsters appeared one after another. "Wei Wei"
"The Maharaja Sutra" once said, "Those who are demon kings in the worlds of the ten directions. Most of them are Bodhisattvas who live in inconceivable liberation and can beg for their hands, feet, heads, marrow and brains." According to what I see below, if sentient beings are trapped in unreasonable views but think they have seen the Buddha, then that is
It’s a real devil’s kingdom with no escape!”
After saying these wonderful treasures, Dharma King also looked solemn. Jiang Wen sighed slowly, and his expression returned to a cynical look.
"I didn't expect that the benefactor is so knowledgeable and accomplished in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I am really happy to see him today. Now that fate has come together, the young monk can't wait to go with the benefactor all the way."
Karmapa Miaobao smiled heartily, and there was no trace of the discord and grudge from last night in his expression. He had already explained the purpose of his trip endlessly in fluent Chinese.
At this time, there were two people on the ground who were free to write words and pictures with their fingers. The traces left behind were as different as clouds and mud. It was just that the handwriting in front of King Miaobao was neat and dignified, while the handwriting in front of Jiang Wen was scrawled and weird.
It's a disgrace to the Han people.
"That's natural. If nothing else, Jiang's attitude towards learning is worth learning."
Jiang Wentian shamelessly praised himself, and after saying this eloquently, he suddenly changed to an unrelated topic, but the meaning behind his words had been clearly expressed.
"Speaking of chess, Fa Wang, have you ever played Go?"
"Never learned."
"Oh, that's good. I once heard a great player say that 'playing chess for a while will lead to enlightenment for a lifetime'. If His Holiness can study chess when he has time, he may be able to gain more understanding of Buddhism along the way."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Jiang Wen thought to himself that what he hates most now is people who can play chess, so don't let him talk to you again.
On the surface, the two of them were talking about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers. In fact, Jiang Wen was using the scribblings on the ground and the description of the rivers and rivers to constantly explore things he saw in the "Two Rings of Mountains and Rivers".
He also tried to find out the other person's character by making insinuations, and to see if the other person was also here for the things he wanted to do.
But from the beginning to the end, His Holiness Miaobao showed no signs of being strange. He was neither humble nor arrogant. He always communicated with Jiang Wen patiently, and he did not show any signs of coveting foreign and foreign things.
After all this probing, Jiang Wen felt that the other party's behavior was quite honorable, and his thoughts were pure and simple in studying Buddhism. This was very different from what he thought of Maharaja Mingwang and Jinlun Dharma King, unless the person in front of him was young.
, the great evil has exceeded Jiang Wen's imagination, otherwise this twenty-year-old reincarnated living Buddha would really think so.
But just as Jiang Wen boasted, the most valuable thing to learn from him is the spirit of learning. The result of constant teleportation is that ever since he was deceived by Li Xinghe and Luo Yuantong one after another in Guangzhou City, he decided to be suspicious of everyone.
People can't rest assured until there is no suspicion at all.
Jiang Wen kept talking and wanted to prove to King Miaobao that there were not so many weird and bizarre things in the world. He advised him to leave Jizu Mountain as soon as possible to do other things, and he was not unwilling to cooperate.
"Jiang Liu'er, benefactor, if the young monk is lucky enough to win tomorrow and get the scriptures, he will naturally go elsewhere to spread the Dharma. But I don't know why the benefactor proposed a test of magical powers?"
Seeing Jiang Wen fall into silence, Dharma King Miaobao took the initiative to speak.
"Why does His Holiness ask this question? Is it possible that you don't want to test your magical powers? Or are you saying that there are no magical powers in the world?"
Jiang Wen stared at the other party with a complicated expression, wanting to see if His Majesty Miaobao was telling the truth. If he didn't tell the truth at this time, his credibility would be lowered to another level, and he would even be labeled "suspected of Zhao Wuji".
"Party" label.
"Of course not. When Lord Sakyamuni was in the world, he always took advantage of the opportunity to save sentient beings and subjugate heretics with his magical power. Moreover, the Buddha predicted that Mahamoggallana was the 'number one in supernatural power'. How could he use his supernatural power to save all sentient beings?
He changed it to 'No one with supernatural powers' to slander the issue of supernatural powers?"
Dharma King Miaobao put his hands together and said, "But the World Honored One has warned him many times not to show supernatural powers casually, because not everyone has magical powers. If he shows his magical powers indiscriminately and shocks the world, it will make the world obsessed with magical powers and worship them. So people with magical powers will
, many people will make offerings; those without magical powers may not have anyone to support them. Therefore, the Buddha ordered his disciples not to show their magical powers casually, in order to protect future generations of practitioners."
Jiang Wen frowned and looked at Miaobao Dharma King, obviously not intending to be put off by such a statement: "This is going to make me Hutu, Dharma King. You neither admit that you have magical powers nor show your magical powers.
It leaves me at a loss as to what to do.”
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After saying that, Jiang Wen twisted and broke the burning Tibetan incense in front of him and inserted them into the incense burner. He rubbed the washboard with both hands back and forth a few times. The edges of his palms suddenly swung outwards, using his internal force to send out a vague and invisible force, which had already been extinguished.
The long-lasting Tibetan incense suddenly lit up and ignited all at once. Then with his empty hand, it flew into Jiang Wen's hand out of thin air.
This skill immediately shocked the lamas in the distance with their eyes wide open and they didn't know what was going on.
Jiang Wen's actions had once again slapped King Miaobao in the face, but he did not feel dissatisfied at all. Instead, he said helplessly: "It seems that today, if the benefactor of Jiang Liu'er refuses to leave until he sees the magical power, then the young monk has nothing to do.
The Buddha passed down the six magical powers of having the heavenly eye, the heavenly ear, other mind, fate, wishful thinking, and leakage. Only the sixth of them, the leakage-clearance, can be obtained by the liberated saints. The young monk should give it a try with the divine eye."
Jiang Wen will wait and see with suspicion.
It is said that clairvoyance can freely see the shapes and colors of all things in the world, far and near, as well as the various phenomena of suffering and happiness of living beings in the six realms. Jiang Wen only saw that the other party's cyanotic eyes were as clear as the sea and became brighter and brighter. Suddenly, it seemed that his eyes were full of cyanosis, and there was no trace of it.
One place is white.
"The young monk saw it..."
Dharma King Miaobao lowered his head in a deep voice, and no longer looked at Jiang Wen with strange eyes. His voice was low and solemn, as if he had entered a vague and subtle state.
"What did His Holiness see?"
Jiang Wen asked with interest.
"The young monk has low magical powers and can only see three things clearly."
"The donor is now afraid of a person in the world..."
When Jiang Wen heard what the other party said, he didn't elaborate further. He wanted to use words to evade it, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt that this was meaningless, so he said in the same confusion.
"What the Dharma King said is true. Jiang is indeed worried about someone walking around and causing trouble in the world. I don't think I will be afraid of the other person if I fight alone, but compared with that person's many forces and means, after all, I am still stretched thin. I also caught two people before.
He is a master of martial arts. Seeing that the two of them were dressed like Zuo Wei, he thought he could be of some help. He wanted to gain some help, but he didn't expect that someone else got there first..."
Jiang Wen was still talking nonchalantly, but Karmapa Miaobao continued talking in another weird rhythm.
"The donor is now worried about the emergence of something in the world..."
Jiang Wen couldn't help but became speechless, staring at the Dharma King Miaobao who was still meditating with his eyes closed in front of him, wondering if he had learned this set of words from the old man under the overpass.
Although those old magicians like to cheat money in various ways, they are still very good at judging people's behavior. They can often judge the other party's message from some details and achieve precise strikes. For example, those old fortune tellers were able to judge from some details.
From some details, I can see that this is my first time playing chess——
After all, just like myself, there are not many people who take the first step as a veteran.
"Those things escaped? If those things really escaped, then it would be a disaster. You would even overturn the table! His Holiness, my whole body has been feeling wrong for the past two days. I couldn't sleep all night long. The more I thought about it, the more I felt like Luo Yuan...
…Ahem, that old guy Fang Sheng sent me here. I’m afraid he already knew the inside story and really planned to let me, Jiang Liu’er, take the blame for her daughter!”
Dharma King Miaobao seemed to be still thinking hard, looking for any traces of confusion that appeared in front of his eyes. He turned a deaf ear to Jiang Wen's words, and it took a long time before he said the last sentence.
"Donor, somewhere in the world, there are three people waiting for you to return..."
Jiang Wen, who was chattering endlessly, was suddenly startled when he heard these words. The troubled and troubled expression suddenly disappeared from his face, and instead appeared a distressed and helpless smile.
"Yes, I miss my disciples too..."
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"Master, where have you gone?"
Fu Ningdie stood under the dripping eaves of a small farmhouse, looking at the raindrops falling from the sky. Her face was wrinkled into a mess, and she felt uncomfortable no matter whether she was walking, sitting or lying down.
I find it unpleasant.
She didn't like the wounded and disabled soldiers coming in and out, the villagers who were carefully eating pots of soup, the Southern Shaolin disciples who disappeared every day, and even the people who followed Hong Xiguan in and out every day to kill and show affection.
Hong Dou is not pleasing to the eye, nor is Xiao Shitou, who sleeps in a water tank all day, not pleasing to the eye, and Hong Wending, who is obsessed with practicing boxing and martial arts all day long, is not pleasing to the eye.
She once told Xiao Shitou that there was no medicinal material specially prepared for him by his master in this water tank, and it would be useless to soak in it all day long. She also told Hong Wending that even if he had mastered all the boxing skills and sword moves he had learned
, the master will not come back to give him guidance.
But Xiao Shitou ignored her at all and refused to play two games of chess with him until she woke up. Hong Wending also did his own thing resolutely and practiced martial arts even more diligently.
Fu Ningdie was very anxious when she heard about the war outside, but she didn't want to see it and couldn't see it. Even the cold nun who wanted to accept her as a disciple was ignored by her angrily - she knew in her heart that she was Wing Chun sister.
Sister Ziyi’s master, the famous Five Masters in the world.
Fortunately, after moving into this farmhouse, the five masters never came here.
If it had been earlier, she would have taken the opportunity to act coquettish and learn martial arts, but now she just hopes to see the bastard master come back and take them back to the Dawang Peak of Wuyi Mountain with only three or two thatched huts, even if they guard the Wuyi Sword Sect in name only and drink from the northwest wind.
OK.
"Ningdie, you are a promising student. It's a pity that as a girl, you can't take the scientific examination. But reading more is good after all. It can make people calm and upright, and not be confused in their actions."
Wen Yuqin, who now looked older and more haggard, slowly walked out of the farmhouse.
The old villa master who lost his thumbs was not much better. He looked in the direction of Guangzhou all day long, as if he had lost his soul. Only when he saw these children did he cheer up and comb his gray hair.
, picked up the broken book in his hand and opened it with difficulty, wanting to continue preaching and teaching.
"Yes, Mr. Wen..."
Fu Ningdie did not dare to lose her temper in front of the old man. She easily regarded the old man as the grandfather who forced her to study when she was a child, so she walked into the thatched house obediently and bumped into the middle-aged man with a golden sword that was as winding as a snake.
The man, and the handsome young man who was deliberately dressed up, were looking at him curiously.
Fu Ningdie followed Wen Yuqin, shaking her head and reading as she read. The sound of reading rose from the farmhouse and rippled through the smoke-hidden field ridges outside the small village.
"When there is no food in Chen, the servants are sick and unable to thrive. Zi Lu looked at it and said, 'Is it possible for a gentleman to be poor?' The Master said, 'A gentleman is indeed poor, but a villain is poor too..."