After early summer, there are celestial phenomena that confuse Shou Xin.
Bandits and thieves in many counties in the Tang Dynasty took advantage of the situation to cause chaos, and the war continued.
There is also a great demon born from the river, establishing its own Taoism and confusing the world.
As a result, in the Lingnan area, mourning victims were everywhere, new graves were encroaching on the road, and the old ruins of Jingqi were everywhere that had been cut off from human habitation. Only the begging wild foxes in the lonely villages and the lamentations of the innocent souls in the wilderness were left.
At that time, an expert took out the sword left by the Earth Immortal and threw it three thousand miles, piercing the demon spine.
The big demon was seriously injured and escaped...
…
Jiannan Road, Guangyuan County.
Wenhe County.
Xu Mansion.
The moonlight is like water, pouring into the center of the courtyard.
In order to entertain the guests from far away, the Xu family invited famous dancers from the county to entertain them during the banquet.
The beautiful women in plain gauze danced to the music, just like trailing catkins back to the snow, which dazzled the Xu family and the guests from the capital.
At the corner of the banquet, Zhou Yi nodded slightly and watched with gusto.
In fact, his eyes never left those lines of smoky black letters——
‘…At one time, there was an expert who took out the Immortal Relic Sword and threw it three thousand miles, piercing the Demonic Backbone.
The big demon was seriously injured and escaped far away, but was chased by the martial arts sect along the way.
Fleeed to Jiannan Road, Guangyuan County, and disappeared...'
These lines of small black characters appeared out of thin air.
Only Zhou Yi can see it.
Their appearance is irregular, but like spoilers, they describe various hidden secrets in the world:
The princes in the temple, purple lightning and clear frost accompany the dragon.
The rivers and lakes are vying for hegemony, and Feng Dy is hidden under the Buddha's Temple.
Mysteries and strange wills, foxes stargazing in barren mountains and huts...
Some are thousands of miles away, and some are close at hand.
has happened or is happening now.
Among them is a passage about Zhou Yi himself.
'... On a late summer night, the Xu family's convoy returned home and passed through a deserted village. They encountered a handsome monk lying on his back among the thorns and ruins. His face was paper-colored and his breath was weak. He was surrounded by bones and grass. Everyone was shocked.
Only Xu Gong recognized that this son was not an ordinary person and brought him back to the Xu Mansion...'
That's right.
When I woke up on the high-speed train returning to school, I had a really handsome face that could attract fans.
The appearance is super immersive.
It's a pity that he is a monk.
Later, he was forcibly picked up by Mr. Xu and his party who happened to be passing by.
For this month, Zhou Yi stayed in Xu Mansion, bedridden, and secretly learned about the world through small black letters.
The more you understand, the more you will follow your heart...
'...More than twenty years ago, the Buddha was exterminated in China.'
‘…the order to kill monks came to the world, thirty thousand temples collapsed, and the corpses of monks can be seen everywhere.’
‘…All demon kings and Yin Lords from all walks of life are attacking together, millions of monks are returning to secular life, and only those with long hair can keep their hair.’
‘…There is also a demon king who casts a spell on those who believe in Buddhism, causing them to eat meat, lust, lie, and be greedy for money... From then on, faith in the world collapsed, and few people believed in Buddhism.’
I must be the reincarnation of an African chief, right?
He actually traveled through time and became the last group in the world... no, he might even be the last monk!
I wanted to wait for my hair to grow back and return to secular life naturally.
However, after more than a month, I still haven't grown a single hair on my head.
Amitabha... If you are truly compassionate... please help me, a fake monk, to grow my hair as soon as possible!
…
The sound of music floats, sometimes passionate and clear, sometimes ethereal and melodious.
The night gradually deepened, and when the wind blew up, the dark clouds drifting in the sky obscured half of the clear moon.
Zhou Yi's eyebrows twitched without trace, then drooped, and his thoughts returned to the present.
The house of tassels and hairpins, bells, drums and fine food.
As the prime minister returning home from official service, Mr. Xu, the banquet in the mansion was also unusual. Dancers, musicians, courtesans, singers, and entertainers competed to perform their skills under the reflection of exquisite stone lanterns, like butterflies piercing flowers.
Zhou Yi's eyes were opened to the delicacies that were constantly presented.
But he stayed away from delicacies such as deer tendons and orangutan lips - it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't.
The small black characters clearly stipulate: "The way of heaven is ruthless and the law of Buddhism is strict. Unless you return to secular life, you will never break the precepts."
The Five Precepts and Ten Good Deeds of Buddhism have long been transformed into the rules of heaven. When every monk is ordained and becomes a monk, they are manifested in front of the Buddha and merged with their destiny.
"It's simply a bastard clause!"
Zhou Yi didn't know that his unusual behavior, especially his "disgusted" look, was caught in the eyes of visitors from the capital who were dozens of steps away.
"Is that the eminent monk Xu Gong invited back to your mansion?"
At the beginning of the banquet, the guests from the capital in splendid robes and jade robes subdued their surprised gazes, regained their composure, raised their glasses and smiled:
"Even in Chang'an City, it is difficult to see a true master. Can you please give a demonstration by this eminent monk so that I can open my eyes?"
Sitting at the same table with him was a middle-aged man with a tall crown and a broad cheek.
Xu Gong's second son, Xu Zhiling, served as the prefect of Guangyuan County.
Tonight, he will host a banquet on behalf of Duke Xu to entertain the guests from the capital.
Xu Zhiling took a sip of the wine and put down the small white jade cup:
"My father retired from old age and returned home just because he couldn't see His Majesty being addicted to medicine and listening to the magicians. How could he make friends with so-called masters? What's more, Buddhism had declined twenty years ago. Millions of monks had returned to secular life, and there were no eminent monks in the world.
able."
The visitor from the capital laughed and said, "That's right. When Xu Gong was in Zhongshu Province, what he hated the most was the strange and powerful gods and the so-called masters. I remember that Xu Gong once said, 'When there is morality, ghosts will not hurt people. When one observes virtue, gods will
"There is no lack of masters." When heaven and earth are in order and morality in the world is prosperous, evil spirits will not be able to hurt people, but will serve the people as their masters... I deeply believe this."
Xu Zhiling let out a sigh: "This little master Yichen was just saved by my father by chance. Because he often spoke incomprehensible words, acted informally, and had an extraordinary appearance and temperament, he was saved by those talkative servants.
He was jokingly called an eminent monk. My father couldn't laugh or cry when he heard that."
While talking, Xu Zhiling looked at the other party again.
He always felt that there was something different about this official from Chang'an, and there was a faint smell of dust in his words and deeds.
"Oh? It's just a joke, but it's a pity for such a good person."
The visitor from the capital with broad forehead and curly beard looked away from Zhou Yi.
Under the moonlight, his drooped eyelids seemed to be covered with a faint mist, and the hands beside his legs trembled slightly, but his heart felt like a strong wind passing through, causing waves of uproar.
'How could such a thing happen!'
'More than 20 years after the order to kill monks came out, there are no true monks in the world. The divine curse to destroy Buddhism came to the world, which made believers in Buddhism break the precepts and eat meat, unable to control themselves... This monk Yichen was not affected by the divine curse and could eat meat.
Are you turning a blind eye to the delicious food?'
He suppressed the fear in his heart and looked sideways at the monk again.
In the shadow of the night where the light of the exquisite stone lanterns cannot reach, the dark atmosphere is like a sea and a desert, piling up under the snow-white monk's robes that seem to be soaked in the moonlight.
No matter whether it was the turbulent dinner party or the dark tide behind him that wanted to devour others, they could not disturb the monk in the slightest.
The monk sat silently, with drooped eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and a clear expression.
But what was really suffocating was the bursts of luster that was as white as the moonlight released from the top of his head.
It is like a lamp burning alone in front of the Buddha, dispelling the darkness and filth in the world, illuminating the other shore and the afterlife.
'Buddha's Dharma is like light, always accompanying one's body... This is the Dharma that only truly eminent monks and great virtues can possess!'
Suddenly, the monk turned his head, his eyes drifted over, and there was a strange expression on his face, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile. It was unpredictable and difficult to describe.
The distinguished guest from the capital took a deep breath, withdrew his gaze slightly unnaturally, and continued to chat and laugh with Xu Zhiling, hiding his inner shock.
This monk is so hard to see through!
…
Thick lead clouds completely obscured the bright moon over the county town.
The rain fell in patter, falling along the green eaves and brackets, and weaving bead curtains around the courtyard.
The sudden raindrops drowned out the melodious music and caused the banquet, which neither the guests nor the host enjoyed, to end early.
In the nine-curved corridor of the carved beams and painted buildings, Zhou Yi watched the visitors from the capital leaving. He subconsciously touched the round and smooth top of his head and suddenly felt a little tight in his chest.
"I just smeared deer fat on my head, and that big bearded guest must have seen it... I'm so careless! Don't you think I'm a fool?"
Thinking of this, Zhou Yi couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh: "It's so difficult for me!"
He doesn't want to be a monk.
He wanted to eat meat, save money, and embrace the colorful new life in the Tang Dynasty.
However, if a monk wants to return to secular life and is not bound by the precepts, there are conditions.
Compared with that inhumane condition, it is easier to grow hair!
Zhou Yi made many attempts for this purpose.
Including but not limited to washing your hair with ginger water, eating sesame seeds and black beans, secretly smearing various nutritious animal fats while eating, doing fancy handstands and singing the Great Compassion Mantra affectionately...
What's annoying is that not even a hair has grown out yet.
There were rapid footsteps coming from behind.
"Little master, stay."
Zhou Yi turned around and saw a bloated figure running into his eyes.
This man was out of breath after not taking a few steps. He kept wiping the rain or sweat from his forehead, and his narrow eyes showed embarrassment.
Xu Liang, one of the stewards of the Xu Mansion, is over forty years old, broad and fat, and usually takes charge of the internal affairs of the mansion.
"Donor Xu, do you need help from Monk?" Zhou Yi asked with a smile.
"During the dinner just now, the young master didn't touch the chopsticks very much. He guessed that the soup was not to the taste, so the kitchen made some steamed cakes and light side dishes. The young master has just recovered from his serious injury, so it would be better to eat some."
After saying that, Manager Xu handed over the bamboo basket in his hand.
The aroma of hot vegetables wafted through the gray cloth.
Zhou Yi said politely: "Thank you for your help, almsgiver Xu."
Xu Liang waved his hand and said with a smile: "Young master, please don't thank me. Erlang ordered the kitchen to cook it."
Erlang is Xu Zhiling, because he is the second among Xu Gong's five children.
According to the etiquette and customs of the Tang Dynasty, Zhou Yi called him Erlang, while the servants of the Xu family respectfully called him Young Master or Langjun.
Ever since he returned to his old residence in the Xu Mansion, Mr. Xu, who had no official position and was young, went out to visit his old friends. He completely let himself go and has not returned yet.
The person who had more contact with Zhou Yi was Xu Zhiling, who was once the top leader of Guangyuan County.
He behaves grandly and is good at dancing, but he is also meticulous.
After bringing Zhou Yi back to the Xu Mansion, he asked the doctor to treat him and nurse him back to health, and arranged for servants to serve him, both inside and outside.
'No matter which world you are in, appearance can always influence your destiny.'
Zhou Yi secretly speculated that Xu Gong and his son were polite and corporal, and did not even care about their status as monks. This high-scoring face must have contributed a lot.
Although it feels a little strange to rely on your face to eat.
But he didn't mind continuing to live in the Xu Mansion as a retired handsome monk.
Put the ready-made retired prime minister on his lap without hugging him.
Do you have to go out and live in fear in that dangerous world that is extremely unfriendly to monks?
…Wouldn’t it be nice to be an honest and fair-minded person?
"Erlang is interested."
Zhou Yi sighed from the bottom of his heart.
About to turn around.
Another line of small black characters flew past my eyes.
"There is a sinister man with a false name. He met a visitor from the capital outside Wenhe County. He ate his heart, liver, brain and marrow, peeled off his skin and flesh, knitted a fur coat, put on human makeup, changed his identity, and infiltrated into the Xu Mansion."
At the banquet, people drank wine, talked and laughed happily.
There were dozens of people in Xu’s residence, but no one could be identified.’
Buzz!
Purple lightning flashed and thunder roared.
Under the dark clouds, twining and undulating light snakes jumped out, splitting the rain curtain and hanging from the sky and the earth!
Zhou Yi stiffened his face, turned around slowly, and looked at the place where the "distinguished guest from the capital" stayed, the small building that stood quietly in the night rain, always bright and dark.
The night wind ruffled the snow-white monk's robes.