When Long Chen came out of Qingmeng's private residence yesterday, he encountered two sects fighting each other. When it came to the court meeting, the Ministry of Punishment also talked about the vendetta between Jianghu sects.
Long Chen felt very strange, why did the Jianghu sect suddenly become restless?
The empress also asked: "In the past, these Jianghu sects were quite disciplined, why have they suddenly become so recently?"
Wu Wenjing, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment, replied: "Back to your Majesty, this matter has not yet been investigated."
The empress frowned and said, "There are so many feuds happening in the world, but as the Minister of Punishment, you don't know the reason?"
The empress obviously wanted to ask questions, so Wu Wenjing immediately replied: "I am a humble minister who is incompetent. Your Majesty, please forgive me."
The Ministry of Punishment only deals with private cases, and the Jianghu sect kills people. The Ministry of Punishment only investigates who committed the murder. As for what happened in the Jianghu, the Ministry of Punishment has no involvement.
Therefore, it is normal for Wu Wenjing not to know.
The empress said displeased: "Immediately send someone to find out what happened in the world."
"Also, those who commit crimes will be arrested and brought to justice!"
"I don't care about their quarrels, but they dare to kill and rob innocent people and must be severely punished!"
Wu Wenjing bowed and said: "Wei ministers accept the decree!"
After talking about the battle in the rivers and lakes, the empress discussed some more things before leaving the court and returning home.
Long Chen came out of the Daming Palace, rode out of the east gate, and arrived at the Zhenfo Temple.
When Hong Rui of the prison hospital saw Long Chen, he immediately came up to greet him.
"The poor monk has met King Wu. Congratulations to King Wu for his great achievements. Congratulations to King Wu for the double happiness."
Hong Rui has a worldly mind and is not suitable for chanting sutras and reciting Buddha's name to become a senior monk. He is suitable to be welcomed and sent to the prison.
"Master Hongrui is becoming more and more radiant, as if the true Buddha has come to this world."
Long Chen praised him very much, and Hong Rui said with a smile: "King Wu is overly complimentary, the poor monk is just a lay monk."
Long Chen smiled and said: "How can you be secular? I am in a Buddhist temple on a hill, my heart is in Buddhist scriptures and poems. The master can be called the most elegant monk in the Great Zhou Dynasty."
Hong Rui's eyes turned into a line of laughter when he heard it, and he said with a smile: "The abbot is in the back mountain, and the poor monk will take you there."
Hong Rui smiled and led the way. Long Chen dismounted and walked towards the back mountain, where he happened to meet Xuan Hui.
"The boy has grown a lot taller."
When Xuan Hui saw Long Chen, she wanted to run away, but Long Chen grabbed her by the collar and rubbed her round bald head.
Xuanhui wanted to hide away, but Hongrui immediately said: "Why should King Wu hide away when he is talking to you? There are no rules."
Long Chen smiled and said: "Master, go and do your work. I'll let Xuan Hui take me there."
Hong Rui smiled and said, "Excuse me then."
Then he told Xuanhui: "Take King Wu to find the abbot."
Xuan Hui reluctantly walked to the back mountain, and Long Chen asked: "You haven't come to see Hua'er recently? You don't miss her anymore?"
Xuan Hui was embarrassed and said, "I am a monk."
Long Chen joked: "Just return to secular life."
Xuan Hui knew that Long Chen liked to joke, so she didn't answer the conversation.
When we arrived at the back mountain, we saw Mojie wearing monk robes, standing on a huge black stone. The moss on the stone was withered and yellow, and the leaves of the surrounding trees were withered and yellow, falling with the autumn wind, creating a desolate atmosphere.
When Xuanhui saw Mojie, he immediately ran away.
Long Chen stepped on the fallen leaves and walked over. He stood on the boulder and looked around. He saw layers of mottled forest with yellow and red leaves mixed together. A group of wild geese flew south in the sky and gradually disappeared into the horizon.
"Congratulations to King Wu."
Mojie looked at the wild geese disappearing into the sky and said lightly.
Long Chen didn't know how to answer.
Xixia is the homeland of Mojie. Long Chen destroyed Xixia, completely destroyed Zhaoti Temple, and Kongji died.
"Where does the autumn wind come? It sends the wild geese flying; when the morning comes and enters the garden tree, the solitary guest is the first to hear it."
Long Chen didn't answer, but casually recited a song called "The Autumn Wind".
After hearing this, Mojie sighed slightly: "The lonely guest is the first to hear it, the lonely guest"
Xixia is gone, Kongji is dead, Zhaoti Temple is destroyed, and Mojie stands in the autumn wind, feeling a deep sense of loneliness.
The sky and the earth are like the sea, and the autumn wind is like waves. Standing in the autumn wind, I am like a rootless duckweed, drifting with the current, not knowing where to go.
Long Chen didn't know how to comfort Mojie, so he just stood on the boulder with Mojie, looking at the floating clouds in the distance in trance.
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Xuan Hui walked over slowly, stepped on the fallen leaves, raised her head and said, "Abbott, disciples from Guilin Temple came to deliver a message, saying that Master Zenzhen is not coming."
Mojie lowered his head and said, "I understand."
Xuan Hui added: "The disciple who sent the letter also said that he wanted to ask for a pill of medicine from the abbot."
Mojie frowned slightly and asked, "Medicine?"
Xuan Hui said: "My disciples said that Master Zen Zhen was plotted against and was seriously injured."
Mojie jumped down from the boulder, and Long Chen followed him down.
The two walked back to the abbot's room and saw a young monk waiting at the door of the abbot's room.
"Meet Master Mojie."
The disciples bowed respectfully.
Mojie asked: "Master Zenzhen was seriously injured?"
The disciple worshiped: "My master was plotted against me last night and was seriously injured. I cannot come here today to ask for Buddhist teachings, so I sent a disciple to deliver the message."
"I also want to ask Master Mojie to give me medicine to cure my master's injury."
This disciple was from Guilin Temple. The abbot of the temple, Chan Zhen, often came to Zhenfo Temple to consult Buddhist scriptures. At the same time, he also consulted with Mojie on martial arts. The two had a good personal relationship.
We originally made an appointment to discuss Buddhist scriptures together today, but Zenzhen didn't come.
Mojie sighed slightly and said, "Xuanhui, go get the medicine."
Xuanhui immediately went to the abbot's room and brought a porcelain vase, and Mojie poured out two pills for his disciples.
The disciple accepted it and said in surprise: "Thank you so much, master. I'll take my leave."
The disciple took the medicine and ran back like flying.
"Come in and sit down."
Mojie sat down and Xuanhui collected the porcelain vase.
"In addition to preaching the Dharma, you also treat people's illnesses?"
Long Chen sat down and Xuan Hui immediately boiled water to make tea.
"I am now a Buddhist sect in the world, don't look down on me."
Mojie smiled and poured Long Chen a cup of tea.
"What happened to that just now? Who would plot against a monk?"
Long Chen felt a little strange. How could a monk be plotted against him if he didn't enter the world of mortals?
Mojie shook his head and said: "Guilin Temple is different from Zhenfo Temple. We focus on preaching scriptures, while they are a Jianghu sect."
"There has been an upsurge in martial arts fighting recently, and Guilin Temple has also been involved. I guess it's an enemy seeking revenge."
Another battle between rivers and lakes?
Long Chen said: "It's strange, why are these things happening recently? Yesterday I met him in Quanhu. Today, the Ministry of Punishment said that the battles in the rivers and lakes have affected innocent people. What exactly happened in the rivers and lakes?"
Long Chen felt strange, why the sudden turmoil in the world caused turmoil in the world.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster, and there must be a reason behind it.
Mojie shook his head and said, "I don't want to get involved in grievances. If they come to ask for medicine, I will give it to them. I don't ask for anything else."
Mojie devoted himself to promoting Buddhism and encouraging people to do good, and he did not care about other things.
Mojie would give it to anyone who came to ask for medicine. In his eyes, everyone was the same regardless of their sect.
Long Chen became more and more confused, feeling that the scope of the impact this time was too wide.
"I haven't been here for a long time. Come and talk about Buddhism with me."
"Although many people come to visit me, none of them can compare with you."
Mojie felt that the only person in the world who was worthy of talking about Buddhism was Long Chen.
There are also monks who have good understanding and can speak a few words, but they are still not as good as Long Chen.
"Okay, let me tell you."
Long Chen drank tea and began to talk about Buddhist scriptures.
