Chapter 692: The water has not fallen yet the rocks have not emerged.

Before Pei Qian left the Mural City and asked Quan Xue River God.

In the ruins of the Immortal Mansion in the scroll of Mural City, the ancestor of the master, Yan Su, asked Pang Lanxi, the only direct disciple, to continue practicing swordsmanship. If he wanted to take a break, there was no harm. Yan Su opened the landscape ban and returned to the Muyi Mountain Patriarch Hall. Then he came to the Hanging Sword Pavilion halfway up the mountain to pay homage to the Patriarch Nalan who came from the Pima Sect of the Middle Kingdom. Although Patriarch Nalan looked approachable, As the Patriarch of the Supreme Sect, he was extremely strict and had personally dealt with the lives of two monks in the Upper Five Realms.

An ancestor from the Shangzong, who was very old and senior, was the junior disciple of the Sect Master. The ancestor did not send a message with his sword in advance, nor did he go straight to the top of the mountain. In the Patriarch Hall, Yan Su was of course a little worried.

The lush green Muyi Mountain is surrounded by white clouds all year round, like a white jade belt wrapped around the waist of an immortal in green.

When Yan Su arrived outside the Hanging Sword Pavilion, Patriarch Nalan was having a drink with Wei Yusong. The old man was drunk, laughing endlessly, reaching out randomly and crushing the white clouds outside the pavilion.

Yan Su breathed a sigh of relief. Patriarch Nalan became easier to talk to after drinking wine. Wei Yusong had made a contribution.

The young man and woman carrying swords took the initiative to salute Yan Su, and Yan Su's eyelids trembled slightly and his heart tightened.

I have admired my name for a long time, the man’s name comes true, the woman’s name is my heart, and I have a pair of Taoist couples, both of whom are in the Nascent Soul Realm. Although they have not yet entered the upper five realms, they are destined to be the future masters of the Wuchang Department of the Shangzong Patriarch Hall. .

The world is impermanent. Except for some heretical ideas, they all come from the Pima Sect.

Patriarch Nalan did not travel across continents with his direct descendants, but brought these two difficult people to visit the sect. This is a reminder in itself.

After Yan Su sat down, Wei Yusong said bluntly: "The Patriarch Nalan came to investigate and feel that we have too much involvement with the Song family of Dali."

The man named The woman Zheng Zhen took out a book from her sleeve, handed it to Yan Su, and said with a smile: "Yan Zhanglu will read this book first." It was not an immortal book. Wei Yusong had a sad look on his face, and Yan Su started to flip through the book.

Grandmaster Nalan continued to take Wei Yusong, a junior from the lower sect, to drink together. The old monk almost bought an Immortal Riding on a Celadon Brush Washer in the Mural City. The bottom price was against etiquette and rules, just a sentence There is a rare poem that has not been recorded, "I took a boat to welcome the immortals, and I once stayed by the three stars."

The old monk was very happy when he saw it, because he knew the goods and had a good eye. It was not how good the celadon brush was. The artifact from the Immortal Family is a great magic weapon, and it is only worth two or three Xiaoshu coins, but the old monk is willing to spend one Grain Rain coin to buy it. Because this poem is not widely circulated in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, the old monk happens to know it. Not only does he know it, he also writes the poet after seeing it with his own eyes and hearing it with his own ears.

The gods on the top of the mountain who are friends with the Patriarch Nalan in China-earth Divine Continent all know that the old man is good at poetry. In addition to Qingci and Youxian poetry, he also likes a kind of ghost poem, which is similar to Hanlin poetry. Ghost's elegant conversation, poetryMost of his works are in the pavilion style, and one type is written by old ghosts from the previous dynasty, who like to include poems about ancient people in books and the masters of poetry and prose in past dynasties. As long as the old man sees and hears something, he will record it one by one.

But Patriarch Nalan thinks that the most interesting thing about this poem is not the content of the poem, but the title of the poem, which is extremely long and even has more words than the content. "In the last years of Yuanbao, I was drunk during the day." When I slept by the Chunming Gate, I dreamed of riding a boat with the young boy Tianjun to travel across the stars. When I woke up from drinking and dreaming, I composed this poem whenever I felt like it.

Back then, the old man was just a teenager. He once traveled down the mountain with his master. Then in a precarious secular dynasty, he met a down-and-out scholar named "Bai Ye". The master invited him to drink. So I used this poem as money for drinks. At that time, after hearing the extremely long name, the young man thought that it would be a long poem with hundreds of words. He never thought that together with the sentence "I took a carriage to welcome the immortals, I once went to the three-star constellation", the total was only twenty-eight words. . Then the young man couldn't help but ask, "Is it gone?" The scholar had already gone out laughing.

Grandmaster Nalan put down the wine bottle and asked: "Have you finished reading?"

Yan Su's face turned pale and he said in a deep voice: "Grandmaster Nalan, maybe he also believed in this book Content?"

Grandmaster Nalan sneered.

Wei Yusong said: "The Patriarch Nalan wanted to confirm one thing. How could this kind of book gradually spread in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, so that it was readily available on cross-continental ferries. The book said What may or may not be important, but who exactly wrote this book, why did we write this book, and why our Pima Sect was involved with the Chen Pingan written in the book, are the only things that Patriarch Nalan wants to know. ”

Grandmaster Nalan smashed the white clouds in the mountains into pieces, while Yan Su smashed the books in his hands into pieces and waved them outside the hanging sword pavilion. People are not good at arguing and reasoning. So I had to feel extremely aggrieved and asked Wei Yusong for a bottle of wine.

Grandmaster Nalan said slowly: "Zhu Quan is too simple and likes to think about things simply when they are complicated. Wei Yusong thinks too much about making money and wants to change the situation of Pima Sect being stretched thin. He is greedy for money. You two ancestors of the Pi Ma Sect, Yan Su, just fight and scold others and don't care about anything. I won't worry if I don't come here to see with my own eyes."

Yan Su took a deep sip of his drink and said in a low voice: "Grandmaster Nalan didn't just come to the Skeleton Beach to take a look. Anyway, if the Shangzong side is angry about this, they must find a scapegoat. It's very simple. , I, Yan Sulai, am responsible for this matter alone, and it has nothing to do with Zhu Quan and Wei Yusong."

Grandmaster Nalan said: "Before coming, the Shangzong had made a conclusion, and no matter what, we have to deal with Na Phi. The Yunshan and Dali Song clans broke off this deal. As for why I came, of course the Shangzong Ancestral Hall is more angry. You should know very well that whether it is the Pima Sect or the Zhongtu Sect, let’s not talk about the truth. , I just want to say that I hate people like this in the book who are full of tricks, blindly rely on good luck, pretend to cultivate their mind, but in fact they only know how to cultivate their strength, and they are unwilling to give up on the road of cultivation. I have always hated them the most.It is believable that it exists, but it cannot be believed that it does not exist, not to mention that this book spreads very fast, and the Shangzong is not willing to let the entire Pima Sect fall into a cesspool for some fairy money.

Grandmaster Nalan said to Yan Su: "No matter how much Zhu Quan does nothing, he is still the leader of the sect. To put it bluntly, you, Yan Su, want to take the blame, why do you want to take the blame?" Besides, with Xiao Quan'er's temperament, it's not your turn to be such a good person. "

Yan Su whispered in a low voice: "It's not like Patriarch Nalan is blind to his ancestors. We have a cross-continental ferry at home, so we can walk a few more steps..."

At this point, Yan Su was speechless. When he went to Luopo Mountain in Aquarius Island, he couldn’t see Mr. Chen at all.

Wei Yusong said: “To protect his reputation. , Afraid of infamy, it was not the fault of me, a monk from the Pima Sect, Patriarch Nalan, I still mean that, since the upper sect has an order, the lower sect should obey it, and all business with Luopo Mountain can be cut off, but from today on, I, Wei Yusong, moved the chairs out of the Pima Sect's ancestral hall and stopped caring about money. I went to Qinglu Town to follow Master Zhu and deal with white-skeletal people together. It was easier to get along with ghosts and monsters. "

Yan Su said angrily: "I have been a teacher for a long time, and I can do whatever the Sect does, but I cannot harm my own disciples. I have lost my morality! Just like a monk from the Pi Ma Sect, go to Luo Po Mountain to make offerings, just burn incense and worship the statue at the Luo Po Mountain Patriarch Hall! "

Grandmaster Nalan smiled and said: "Hey, are you trying to scare me one by one? If you dare to invite me to drink before, is it not a toast but a penalty drink? "

Wei Yusong shook his head and said: "I don't dare.

Yan Su threw the wine bottle and said, "What can I do if I scare an old and dim-sighted guy?" ! "

Patriarch Nalan did not have the same experience as Yan Su, so he stood up with a smile, "Go to the Pima Sect Patriarch Hall, and remember to call Zhu Quan back. ”

Wei Yusong glared at the impulsive Yan Su.

On the way to the Ancestral Hall at the top of Muyi Mountain, Wei Yusong was obviously not willing to give up, and said to Patriarch Nalan : "My Pima Sect's landscape formation is able to achieve its current status, in fact, it is also thanks to Luolu Mountain, Guixi Valley has been stable for ten years. ”

Grandmaster Nalan smiled and said, “This matter was mentioned in the Patriarch Hall of the Shangzong a long time ago. Was it when my eyes were dim and my memory was no longer good?” "

Wei Yusong gave up completely and stopped trying to persuade him.

After Zhu Quan was called back to the ancestral hall, he only said one sentence, "You are not such a bully, I should no longer be the leader of this broken sect."

Grandmaster Nalan neither nodded nor refuted, only asked: Do you still know that you are a sect leader?

Zhu Quan was speechless

Yan Su was a little anxious. Okay, I'm already full of emotions, Zhu Quan, don't do anything wrong.

The old Patriarch Nalan is really an inexperienced person. If you say you don't want to be the sect leader, you can think about it first and close the door in the Patriarch Hall. After thinking about it for a few days, I decided to resign as the sect leader. I just need to say hello to every portrait in the ancestral hall. When the time comes, Zhu Quan will leave the ancestral hall and just go to Qinglu Town in Guixi Valley. Anyway, Pima Sect. Is there a suzerain?, almost the same. There is no need to say hello to him. After Feijian passes the letter to the sect, he will soon be replaced by someone who can be the sect leader. Although the Pima Sect is a lower sect, it is actually the master of a sect in this vast world. There are a lot of old guys from the ancestral hall of the upper sect who are willing to come to Beiju Luzhou.

After that, Zhu Quan stayed in the Patriarch Hall. Anyway, Yan Su would go there every now and then with wine. It was not easy to drink in the Patriarch Hall, so the two of them drank at the gate. . From time to time, Zhu Quan turned around and raised the wine bottle into the gate to satisfy the cravings of the ancestors who could no longer drink on the hanging statues.

When the young woman shopkeeper saw Pang Lanxi at the shop in the mural city, she smiled sweetly.

There were no customers in the shop, and Pang Lanxi lay on the counter, complaining endlessly, complaining that the swordsmanship taught by his master was too difficult to learn.

She told Pei Qian and a friend named Li Huai that they had come to the shop earlier. When they saw that you were not there, they said they would come see you when they got home.

Pang Lanxi held back her laughter and said, "Isn't that Pei Qian weird?"

The young woman shook her head, "No, she knows etiquette very well."

But she suddenly sighed, and the look in the girl's eyes seemed to be able to speak. Then she seemed to understand the words in Pei Qian's eyes.

Just taking advantage of the opportunity that Pang Lanxi was by her side, she pursed her lips and made up her mind that it was time to talk to him about what was on her mind. She mustered up the courage and said, "Lan Xi, My previous thought was that I had saved some fairy money over the years in the shop. I could still afford a box of the fairy elixirs in Chunlu Garden that can help women keep their appearance. They will age more slowly. , gray hair grows slower..."

Pang Lanxi shook her head when she was about to speak, "Let me finish my sentence first, I just thought this way before, strive to live a long life, and then it will change. She looks bad and has become an old white-haired old woman. If you change your mind, I won’t blame you. But I don’t want to be like this now. It just so happens that the land lady here in Mural City said that she has always wanted to relieve herself of her burden. , go out and have a look, and I have a chance to inherit her identity, but the land empress told me bluntly, to become a god here, although the rank is not high, she is just a land woman, but I do not have immortal roots and immortality, so-called The first chance is to rely on the blessings of the old gods in Muyi Mountain, so I want to ask you, will you be in trouble if you do this?"

Pang Lanxi nodded, with gentle eyes and a firm tone. The words, "Okay!"

The young woman breathed a sigh of relief, but was inevitably a little uneasy. After all, the landlady said that it was really scary to say that the bones were broken and the soul was tortured.

A slim and pretty girl "broke out of the ground" from the ground outside the shop, and she was the earthly mother-in-law of Muyi Mountain.

She looked solemn, "One of you really dares to promise me, and the other really dares to promise her. There is a lot of danger in this. I can say yes. Although you Pima Sect is proficient in soul, but Accidents are inevitable. If you really want me to tell you, it would be better to let her go to the Swinging River and become a nominal goddess.Well, even if in fact they are still female ghosts whose souls are imprisoned and are not gods, it is much more stable than being involved in danger and becoming a piece of land. That old Xue Zhouzi, who is under the control of others in the Pima Sect, will not deny you Pang Lanxi such a face. "

Pang Lanxi thought for a while, "Anyway, this matter is not urgent. I will ask Chen Pingan later. He is the most considerate. "

Speaking of this, Pang Lanxi tugged on his collar, "I am the registered worshiper of Luolu Mountain. How can he not help me with this small favor? "

The young woman nodded with a smile, stretched out her fingers, and gently hooked Pang Lanxi's hand. Pang Lanxi held her slender hand with his backhand.

The girl tut tut said: " It tastes greasy, it tastes really greasy. Why don't you just close the shop and start misbehaving? I won't peek or eavesdrop. ”

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The old patriarch of Shangzong, who was unkind and had already incurred the wrath of the Pima Sect, did not have the wisdom to leave Muyi Mountain. Instead, he brought The young couple from the Wuchang Department of Shangzong have settled in. It’s rare to go out, so I always want to go shopping. If I have something to do, I just want to send a message. In fact, Grandmaster Nalan really wants to go to Fuji in Tongyezhou. Zong, the Fuji technique over there is wonderful.

However, the old master is not idle either. He looks at the mirror flowers and water moon every day, mainly to understand the current situation on the mountains of Nan Posuo Continent and Fuyao Continent, or to use palm observation. With the magical power of mountains and rivers, take a look at the swaying river, or dig out the poetry collection you compiled, take some white clouds from outside the sword-hanging pavilion halfway up the mountain, condense them into a book table, put a large stack of poetry collections, and then read the poems from the swaying river. The river picked up a moon in the water and hung it next to the bookcase as a lamp.

There are a mixture of fish and dragons on the mountain. Although there are some who play in the world like old villagers, most of them are like Patriarch Nalan. In this way, he is not stained by the world of mortals, and has the spirit of immortality.

But in fact, the old monk was born in the city, not a son of a wealthy family, nor was he born in the mountains. He just practiced in the mountains since he was a child.

The old monk closed a book of poems one night.

I remember that when I first went out to travel, the master came to the mountain gate and said: "Go into the mountain. ”

The young man was puzzled and asked why he didn’t go down the mountain.

The master did not explain anything.

It was only later, not when he was a young man for many years, that he understood Master's profound meaning is that it turns out that the road to mountain climbing is difficult, and there are many dangerous mountains in the human heart. Entering this mountain makes walking even more difficult.

The old man sighed and opened the only book of poems. The landscape travelogue, continue to read the opening thousands of words, as for the subsequent content, what adventures and blessings, what about the young man who is both learning boxing and studying, singing poems and lyrics with the goddess and the erotic ghost, being close to each other, vowing to each other, and three or two fists in the rivers and lakes It's just a matter of chivalry, leaving a mess and turning a blind eye, no longer taking care of it. After making a name for yourself in one place, you can only whip famous horses in the sunset, drink and sing, and travel far away. What a mess. It's simply unbearable.

The old man continued to read, and the young man beside himThe woman asked: "My wish is fulfilled. How do you think what is written in the book is true or false?"

The woman shook her head and said: "If you only read this book, even if it is only one or two points true, in the future, When I meet this person, I will definitely take a detour and stay away from him. On the contrary, there is no need to be cautious about Gu Chan."

The man said: "After going on a long trip, he always criticizes others as a lecturer and never cares about his heart. For me, the simple words at the beginning of the travelogue are really wasted."

At this point, the man glanced at the Taoist companion and said cautiously: "If you only read the opening words, the young man is in a difficult situation, but I sincerely agree. I hope this young man can prosper and succeed after all his hardships."

The woman smiled and said: "The red sleeves in the study add fragrance, and the rivers and lakes are surrounded by red and green trees. What true-hearted man would not envy him."

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The man smiled bitterly, knowing that there were some things he couldn't say.

On this day, the old monk stared at the scroll of mountains and rivers on Baiyun's desk. As if by accident, he stretched out his hand and pushed the scroll outside the desk so that the couple of immortals and Taoists could watch the various scenes of the city. From the Department of Impermanence The two young Nascent Souls are the proud sons of the Tushang Sect in the Pima Sect. They were born as immortals on the mountain, and their parents are Taoists. They originally agreed to become Taoist couples, and it was an unhappy marriage. A small happy event. The old monk still has high hopes for these two juniors from the Impermanence Department. The only shortcoming is that he is inherently deficient in fulfilling his wishes and gratifications. After all, he does not know much about the bottom of the market and his ideas are too shallow.

On the scroll, it turned out that the little girl and the young scholar went to the River God Temple to burn incense.

The old monk stroked his beard and smiled, "I am reluctant to buy the temple water and incense. It is not like her master's demeanor written in the book. But that's right, the little girl still has a lot of experience in the world. Yes, you are very experienced and very smart. If you are in the same situation as this little girl, you two will probably help count the money after she sells her. It's quite fun."

After burning incense in Pei Qian and visiting the River God Temple, there was then Xue Yuansheng's shocking Wenquan swaying of the river, but in the end there was no big disturbance.

Old boatman Xue Yuansheng personally helped the two of them cross the river, which can probably be regarded as a fight without acquaintance.

As for the young man who stole from the River God Temple, a strong young man with broken wrists was beaten so hard that the young man hugged his head and rolled on the ground with snot and tears. He begged hard, and finally he was covered in blood and dust, which was very disgusting. After the gang of men left, he asked the young man to work hard and steal fifty taels of silver in one month, which he would use as money to buy medicine. Otherwise, the new accounts and old accounts will be calculated together.

The young man staggered through a clump of reeds alone and went to the swaying river. He took off his coat and washed himself, grinning, and finally headed to the Mural City with a bruised nose and face, a journey of about six hundred miles. The boy's clothes had long been dried in the sun, but there were still some bruises on his body, and his ribs ached slightly, but his face, because the boy was well protected when he was rolling on the ground, could not easily see the injuries. Only the young man's hands did not suffer any damage, because the man let themWhen people beat him, they reminded him that after all, the talented young boy, as a cash cow in his gang, could steal with his bare hands without anyone noticing.

The boy returned to an alley outside the mural city. Outside a courtyard gate, it was still the same as before, with door gods, couplets, and the word spring at the top posted.

Because it was posted not long ago, it has not turned white or wrinkled yet.

The young man looked around and saw that there was no one around. Then he looked at the gap in the yellow mud courtyard wall next to the door god. When he saw that the two copper coins were still there, he relaxed and then laughed.

Of course the copper coins are not valuable, but they are of great significance to this family.

This hidden place was jokingly called by him and his sister "the innermost part of the door god."

When he was having a hard time with his family, he accidentally found two coins while he was playing with his sister.

Fairy money, two snow coins.

For so many years, the two pieces of snow have not been spent. First, I dare not, for fear of causing trouble. Furthermore, my mother is unwilling to spend it. It would be great to leave it to him as his daughter-in-law, and the other one as his sister’s future dowry.

He later learned that if their mother had not suddenly obtained these two pieces of fairy money, she suddenly became more angry and would have rather endured more hardships, raising her two children, and raising the humble and poor people. As the miserable days went on, she was almost ready to agree to those ruthless creditors and become a boat girl. It was the kind of punting boat that the ferrymen could touch for a few copper coins. They would moor in the swaying boat at night when they could not reach the river. Light a lantern by the river. When the wild man sees the light, he can spend the night. When he gets older, he will go to the brothel to work as a prostitute. No matter what, if my mother really wants to do this, the family will have more money. He The life with my sister will be much easier. My mother always talks about this without any taboos, but of course the boy is not willing to do this. Every time his sister hears this, her face turns pale, and she secretly goes to the door alone and whispers. He chanted and expressed gratitude to the door gods. Therefore, his family’s custom was that after a new door god was replaced every year, the old door god would not be thrown away. His mother would ask him and his sister to carefully invite a door god to come to the door, and then carefully clean up. Get up and treasure it. And where there were two extra snow coins for no apparent reason, my mother replaced them with two copper coins.

The only thing the young man was dissatisfied with was that he failed to become a scholar. He really didn't think so, but the way his mother was disappointed and didn't say anything made him feel uncomfortable.

In his early years, he once stole a piece of snow money, and wanted to exchange it for silver. First, he would satisfy his sister who was hungry for a piece of cake, and then let his mother and sister live a prosperous life. In life, he was taken home by his crazy mother. It was the first time that her mother was willing to beat him and beat him to death. His sister, who was younger than him, was crying hard at the side, as if it hurt more than him.

From that day on, as the only male in the family, he vowed to make money! Until I became a teenager, he realized that if his mother hadn't stopped him back then, the family of three would not only have not been able to live a good life, but would have suffered disaster. Not to mention two snow coins, even two summer coins would have been seen by those who had killed them. The bloodthirsty scoundrel used all kinds of methods to blackmail everyone. He and his mother couldn't protect the two fairy coins that fell from the sky.

When the young man was able to secretly exchange the snow money into silver by relying on his own ability and connections, the young man had already changed his mind and left both snow money to his sister. Her sister must not let those beasts Ranzhi, she must marry a good family in the future, and she and her mother must leave the Skeleton Beach, having him here is enough. With his own ability, he can definitely survive.

Today, the boy pushed open the door and saw that his sister, who lived in the same house as his mother, was cutting window grilles. She was very handy and could learn many delicate window grilles at a glance. Although she could not make a lot of money by doing this, I don’t have enough to eat, but I can make money after all.

The girl stood up in surprise and said: "Brother, why are you here? I'm going to call mother home and cook you a delicious meal?"

The boy picked a small bench. , sat next to the girl, shook his head with a smile, and said softly: "No, you don't know how good I am? Our mother's cooking skills, the family has no money and no oil, and the money in the family is all oil, so I really can't eat it. But this time I came in a hurry, so I couldn’t bring you any gifts.”

The girl smiled, her clean and beautiful eyes narrowed with crescent moons, “No, no, no.”

The young man grinned, stretched his hand to his head, held out his fist, and slowly spread it out. It was a piece of silver, "Take it."

The girl hesitated to speak, but still I accepted the grain of silver, but it was heavy, only seven or eight coins.

The young man sat on the bench, leaning forward, holding his chin in his hands, looking at the two doorkeepers who opened the door and faced the inside of the room.

In fact, this precocious young man no longer believes that he is any kind of sect spirit. Some of his own guesses are that he is most likely the young ranger wearing a bamboo hat.

But my mother and sister were always convinced that the two snow coins were the appearance of the door god.

But it doesn’t matter whether it is or not.

After leaving the ancestral temple, the grandfather and grandson, whose money was almost stolen by the boy, got on the simple carriage hired in their hometown and returned to their hometown along the swaying river.

The child said he wanted to read a book. The old man smiled and said that the road was bumpy and reading like this hurts his eyes. He would not read it until he got home.

The child smiled and stopped saying that when he got home. The old man touched the child's head, and the child suddenly said: "Earlier, in a house as big as the River God, there was a sister walking next to us. She pursed her lips and smiled. She was so beautiful."

The old man thought for a while and remembered, "You mean the two people carrying the bamboo box?"

The child nodded vigorously, "Later, we walked fast, and the sister walked slower. I turned around Just look at her and she will smile."

The old man smiled and said, "It's the negative book.A traveling scholar. ”

The child asked: “Grandpa, is that bamboo a cane?” I see that my sister and brother have no problem with their legs and feet when walking.

The old man couldn't help but laugh, and patiently explained: "That's not a crutch, it has a name, it's called a hiking stick. Scholars often need to cross mountains and ridges when they travel far. Some people's families are not particularly wealthy." But I also thought that I was more knowledgeable and had no servants or bookboys to follow me. I had to carry my luggage and cross mountains and rivers by myself, so I needed a hiking pole. ”

The child smiled and said: “Ha, our family doesn’t have much money. It seems that I will also need a hiking pole in the future.”

The old man rubbed his grandson's head and said, "Reading thousands of books will cost a lot of money, but traveling thousands of miles will only require hardship." When my grandfather was young, he also traveled far away with his close friends. They went to the houses of wealthy and scholarly families in the county. Every day they borrowed books, copied them, returned them and borrowed them again. Some scholars are very enthusiastic and don't care about anything. They welcome us poor people to copy books. At most, they just tell us not to damage the books. They will serve delicious food every day, but occasionally, there will be some servants. The servants would complain a little, such as burning the lamp to copy books every night, and they would just joke about it, saying that the price of lamp oil has increased again, and so on. None of this matters. "

The child yawned loudly.

The old man held the child in his arms. The child felt a little sleepy. Once the fresh energy wore off and he walked a lot, he began to fall asleep. The old man murmured softly: "When you are in your twenties, you can't stop the words from your pen in a hurry. After thirty, your talent is gradually declining, so you can only stew. As you get older, you never think about it. It's not what I wrote, it's just like inviting friends to the paper, saying hello, and telling some stories. "

The coachman suddenly said: "He is also carrying two books and swords. "

The old man in the carriage was surprised. The coachman should not have said such elegant words. He gently put down the child and opened the curtain.

The young coachman turned his head and asked: "Master, what is this? "

The old man smiled and asked: "Why is there the phrase "carrying a book and a sword again"?

The driver said blankly: "What do you mean, sir?" ”

The old man was speechless, smiled and said it was nothing, and returned to the carriage, thinking it was just his imagination.

And that vulgar and illiterate coachman, for no reason, had an extra thought, to find Chen Lingjun. ?

The next moment, the coachman completely forgot about it.

On Muyi Mountain, when Pei Qian and Li Huai boarded the boat, Patriarch Nalan put away the mountain and river scroll. Lost in thought.

The man then said: "The same lineage. If there is a teacher, there must be a disciple, and if there is a disciple, there must be a teacher. "

The woman nodded in agreement.

After a while, the old monk decided to take another look, so he used his magical power again. Hey, there was an extra head next to the two children. Is the little fox in the Golden Core Realm amused?

Then the picture blurred on its own.

The couple looked at each other in confusion.>

Grandmaster Nalan smiled and put away his magical power.

Over there at the tea stall by the swaying river.

The guests were vaguely there, ready to close.

The shopkeeper took out two feathers, one from the civil and military birds.

He said to the young man who was napping on the table: "We have something to do."

A young woman suddenly appeared and sat down, "I advise you not to do it."

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In the night, Li Huai walked beside Pei Qian and whispered: "Pei Qian, will you teach me boxing?"

Pei Qian hesitated to speak, looking strange. During her long trip, she visited Lion Peak, where she was punched.

Pei Qian hesitated for a long time, but shook his head and said: "Learning boxing is too hard."

After a moment of pause, Pei Qian added, "Besides, I don't know how to teach boxing. ”

Li Huai was a little happy on the contrary, and said with a smile: “I am very slow in learning everything. You can’t teach boxing to be better. If I can’t learn boxing, I won’t be sad, and you don’t have to worry about misleading others.” Something like that. If it were Chen Ping'an, I wouldn't learn it. With his temper, I wouldn't be able to be lazy once he teaches boxing... Pei Qian, I'm just telling the truth, don't be angry."

Pei Qian thought about it and said, "Didn't you see my master's two fist stakes earlier than me? It's not difficult to learn, you should be able to do it."

Li Huai said angrily: "I just randomly learned the 'Qianqiu' sleeping pile. In fact, I didn't remember anything Chen Ping'an said. I just thought I had learned it. I didn't even dare to learn the six-step walking pile and the sword furnace standing pile." , Afraid of being laughed at by Li Baoping and others."

Pei Qian shook his head and said: "I don't teach boxing. I don't know any boxing skills myself."

Li Huai said: "You. Yes! Didn’t you just ask Xue Heshen about boxing?”

Pei Qian just refused.

My boxing technique, wherever the punch lands.

Pei Qian raised his head and glanced at the sky.

On the ground, there are sounds of chirping night insects all around.

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Not far from the Baiyun Temple in Qingluan Kingdom, an old monk who traveled here rented a yard and cooked soup every day. It was obviously a vegetarian dish. The pot actually tastes like chicken soup.

So he got the nickname Chicken Soup Monk.

Don’t interpret the lot, just look at the palm. Occasionally tell fortunes, but more often they help people solve their doubts. You have to pay one or two silver every time you enter the door. If you are not satisfied with the explanation, you will not pay back the money.

On this day, a scholar came to the door and asked if he could obtain a meritorious degree.

The old monk looked at the scholar’s ​​palm and shook his head.

The scholar was furious and began to say that the imperial examination was misleading people, and listed a lot of truths. Among them, how many top scholars in the world can write poems that will be famous throughout the ages?

The old monk held out his hand, and the scholar threw a piece of silver angrily.

After the old monk got the money and felt safe, he smiled and said: "The imperial examination is misleading people but not others. I won't say it. It will delay you from becoming an official. It's true."

ReadThe calligrapher blushed and said, "You are not accurate in palm reading!"

The old monk smiled to himself and said: "Moreover, you said that the number one scholar could not write an eternal masterpiece, but you made it sound as if you could. It seems that there have been many champions in history. It can be roughly estimated that there are many failed scholars like you who are not good at craftsmanship. The title can only be said to be due to personality and inconsistent numerology. If you are like this, not only will you fail the imperial examination, but in fact you will not succeed in anything. You can still live by relying on your family."

The scholar waved his sleeves and left.

"Idiot."

The old monk shook his head and said, "Those who have great grievances must suffer great suffering. Virtue is not worthy of it, and grievance is not worthy of suffering. The scholar is putting on his boots at the door. When he heard this, he turned around and said angrily: "Bald donkey is looking for a beating!"

"It's okay to hit people."

The old monk said: "You have to pay for the medicine!"

The scholar hesitated for a while and left. He told others that the old monk was a liar. Don't waste that one tael of silver.

It is a pity that the old monk is now well-known in the capital of Qingluan Kingdom, and there is still an endless stream of people waiting to read his palm.

A young man with a sad look entered the house and asked if the marriage could be renewed.

The old monk looked at the palm and shook his head.

The man felt sorry for himself and kept talking about how heartless she was and how he had let down his infatuation. But I didn’t blame her, I just hated myself for having no money and no power. Speaking of sadness, a grown man,

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Clenched his hands into fists and burst into tears.

The old monk nodded and said: "Okay, okay, it is a good habit to blame yourself more than others."

The man choked and said: "Master, I just want to know how to solve the problem. Otherwise I won’t be able to live, I really won’t be able to live anymore.”

Probably there was a fellow person in front of me who had suffered a loss. The man raised his head and said, “Don’t say that to me. Don’t let go of those bastard words about how you need to tie the bell to untie it. I can’t let it go, but I won’t let it go! I just want her to change her mind, and I’m willing to do anything..." Finally, man. He whispered the girl's maiden name in a low voice, so infatuated.

The old monk said: "Two methods, one is simpler and can cure all diseases by starvation. The other is more complex, but it can also make you understand the current day. If you endure it for a while, you can still survive. In fact, there are But you’ll have to die in a few months.”

After speaking, the old monk rubbed his fingers.

The man shook his head and said: "I have no money left."

The old monk looked disgusted and said, "Go hungry."

The man fell to the ground and cried.

The old monk had no choice but to say, "That's all. Give me your hand."

The man stretched out his hand, and the old monk gently tapped the palm of his hand. The man was immediately stunned. After a while, Youyou woke up. , as if from another world, his forehead was covered with sweat.

The old monk said: "I'll give you one or twoYinzi, you just had a nightmare, but the pain of heart-cutting and frying in oil that I endured for you was real, so go ahead. ”

The man staggered away.

The old monk sighed softly, put his fingers together, pulled gently, and then gently put his cassock on his body.

The old monk shook his head, "No. "

The man sneered: "Why? ! ”

“You can scold me, of course you can scold me, and I don’t care. It’s just that I can’t bear for you to increase your reputation for nothing.” After receiving your money, I want to harm you, how can I bear it? Those who are trapped in verbal karma and do not realize it in this world are doing themselves a big mistake. There is no way to bring about blessings and misfortunes, only people bring it upon themselves. There are two doors: mouth and heart. There are no doors for blessings and misfortunes, but people call for them. I told you to close the door, saying that your verbal karma is pure and your mind is dust-free. However, when Confucianism talks about being cautious and independent, it also closes the door. Taoism advocates purity, but it is still closed. The heart is so difficult to guard that even the mountain master is very afraid, but if we ordinary people can't even say a few words, it won't be good. Are you still scolding me now? ”

The man was not vague at all, he cursed loudly and spat everywhere.

The old monk glanced at the piece of silver on the ground and couldn’t bear it. He didn’t chase the man away, he just waited for the man to scold him. After running out of energy and letting the man leave, the old monk stretched out his fingers and rubbed them lightly on his cassock. p>

A middle-aged scribe first bowed outside the door, then took off his boots and walked into the house, sat on the futon, put the silver gently on the ground, and then asked: "I dare to ask the Master, Buddhism talks about cause and effect. Reincarnation, but if there really is an afterlife, retaliation for retaliation, then in the next life, if I don’t know what happened in the previous life, will I still be me? I don’t know if it’s me who will end all kinds of karmic retribution, whether good or bad, being ignorant and suffering at a loss. ”

“Good question. "

The old monk smiled and said: "It can be explained. Let me tell you slowly. ”

The man couldn’t help but ask again, “Why can’t all retribution in the world be in this world?” ”

The old monk’s eyes lit up and he shouted, “Who is it that has this question?” ! "

The man stood up and clasped his hands together, "I don't know if it's easy to ask, but I only know that the Master is easy to answer. ”

The man was going out.

He actually forgot to wear those boots.

The next one was an elegant-looking old man.

After giving him a grain of silver, he asked about the origin of the gods in the mountains and rivers. The old monk gave some of his own opinions, but he said that he copied it from the books of Confucian scholars, which seemed reasonable.

The old man didn't mind, and lamented that there were too many stubborn people in the world, especially those young scholars who were too keen on fame and wealth...

The old monk just listened to the other party's worries about the world. After a long time, he smiled and asked: "Almsgiver, are you having dinner today?"What ones are there? "

The other party smiled and said: "It's just a light vegetarian meal at Baiyun Temple not far away.

The old monk nodded and said, "People who are used to eating big fish and meat will not find the vegetarian meal bland, but rather taste it unpalatable." "

The other party's face changed slightly, and the old monk continued: "It's just a man who is full and can't hold on, and tells a hungry man that the food is not delicious, and it is easy to burp and irritate people. "

The old man stood up and sneered: "What an eminent monk, he is in vain! "

The old monk put away the silver and said with a smile: "The silver is real. "

After that, a big and round man came, but he was timid and said, "Great monk, I am a butcher, can I still be a human being in my next life?" "

The old monk asked: "You kill and sell meat every day, what do you want? "

The man was a little embarrassed and whispered: "Earn money and support your family. "

The old monk smiled and said, "Spread your hands. Let me take a look for you. "

The man finally left with a smile.

The next person was not here to read palms at all. He just asked the old monk why the Master never called himself "" Poor monk? Doesn't it seem to be in line with Buddhist rules?

The old monk replied, I am quite rich and have little Buddhist teachings.

The man couldn't laugh or cry, but he found it interesting. Go.

A woman stood shyly at the door, and the old monk smiled and said: "Female donor, there is no need to take off your shoes. ”

The little woman asked the son if he had the seeds to study and if he could become a scholar in the future.

The old monk smiled and stretched out his hand, but the woman blushed and retracted her hand. After returning, the old monk glanced at his palm, put down his hand, and said with a smile: "You have a man in your eyes, but I don't have a woman in my heart. It's just that I can say this, but ordinary monks can't hear it, let alone do it. This is like the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. There are many truths that you can listen to but she cannot. She can hear it, but you can't. Often both truths are good truths. It depends on who is willing to give up first and who is willing to give up more. ”

The woman was extremely surprised and nodded lightly, as if she had some understanding. Then she looked troubled, and there was some arrogance in the family, which she could bear, but her husband was really a little worried. My husband doesn't favor his mother-in-law too much, but he only sighs on his own side. In fact, she won't really embarrass him if he says something warm.

The monk smiled and said, "I know how to get along with each other in a smooth and steady manner, but I still need a way to solve the urgent problem? "

The woman nodded vigorously, with a smile as bright as a flower.

The old monk said: "With a family tradition, there must be children. Your husband has a good nature, that is..."< /p>

The woman quickly waved her hand.

The old monk chuckled and changed the topic, "It's just that as the saying goes, it's just a matter of picking a pig to see a pen. When a woman marries a man, it's all the same. You are considered a well-to-do family and have children, so you can teach your children with peace of mind. Don’t let his daughter suffer from this in your family in the future, don’t let your daughter become the object of your eyes in the future.My own mother-in-law. It can be done. The reason why I tell you this is probably because you have already thought about it. If it were another woman who had other thoughts, I would never dare to say that. "

The woman gave a blessing, thanked her and left. Because she entered the house wearing shoes, she did not forget to apologize to the old monk.

The old monk smiled and said: "For me, Those three families should thank you. "

Then a young and handsome rich man came, gave the money, and began to ask the old monk why it was useless no matter how much he knew about the principles in the book.

The old monk smiled and said: " The teachings of the sages and sages in your Confucian books have been spoken with sincerity and sincerity long ago, but ask about hard work, not about harvest. After closing the book, only ask about the results, not the process. In the end, I complained that I had learned countless truths from such books, and then I couldn’t live a good life. Not so good, right? In fact, life is going pretty well, and if it’s not going well, it’s going to be even worse, right? "

Finally the old monk asked: "Do you really know the truth? "

The young man was faintly angry, "How could I not know? I have read more books and dabbled in hundreds of schools of thought than you have read! "

The old monk shook his head, "You have read a lot, but you don't know. On the contrary, they know less than those who do not read much. "

The young man is used to being pampered, and he is even more stubborn, "I know! What can you do to me? ”

The old monk just kept asking questions and answering questions, repeating words that you don’t know.

Of course the old monk would not waste time with him, delaying making money, and let the next step go. When a guest entered the house, the business on both sides was not delayed.

The young man suddenly said, "I don't know."

The old monk who was talking to others then said, "You don't know." He knew nothing.

The young man who had been eavesdropping on the conversation in the courtyard suddenly laughed heartily, "Haha, the bald donkey himself is guilty of talking! "

The old monk stared at him blankly.

"Your family has been a businessman for generations, and it took a lot of effort to cultivate a scholar like you. I hope you will shine on the family tree, but I am not sure. How extravagantly do you hope that you will encounter the favor of a noble person by chance, and that your elders will help win over favors. You will be happy and contented. You will be lucky enough to win the exam questions. You will look calm in front of others, and you will be crazy with joy in front of others. On the way to travel, you heard that the goddess by the river was passionate, and threw herself into the ultimatum temple. However, you were ignored. Write those erotic poems and talk, ask your classmates about your literary talents, slander the reputation of the goddess, and the goddess will hold you accountable. Fortunately, you still have some ancestral protection. The land owner cares about your ancestors. Whenever there is a famine, he will open a porridge shop and give alms. I am lonely and poor, but sincerely do not ask for anything in return, so I try my best to help you soften your cheeks. Even if the brightness is different, the gods and humans are different, I still want to make an exception and entrust you with a dream. Seeing that you are still complacent, I don’t know how sad my ancestors were. In anger, the landowner stopped paying attention. You have never realized that the family ancestral hall has long been demolished by your hands. "

"Retreat again and again. I won't say anything about Buddhism that you can't hear, only what you can understand. If I really commit a verbal karma, you will call me a bald donkey in your mouth and heart. Isn’t the karma even greater? Since you know so many truths, I justTalking about the foundation of your family, the business, after thinking about it, I know better. If I exchange the karma of my mouth for yours, I will lose, and you will also lose. Do you really think this is a good deal? What did you earn? Since you know a lot of truths, could you please teach me a lesson? ”

“You are just afraid of how I will know about your shady activities. Even now, after talking about it, I still don’t want to know whether I know it or not. What do you know?” "

The young man suddenly changed from sitting to kneeling, begging the old monk to save him from the sea of ​​suffering.

The old monk said: "It is better to ask for yourself than to ask for others. ”

“There is no distinction between pure and dirty money in the world, but the human heart is always divided into black and white.” "

The young man just knelt down and kowtowed, pleading endlessly.

The old monk said angrily: "I just feel that there is no right and wrong in the world, only positions? Let's see how many years you can be arrogant, shrewd and smug! Just enjoy your happiness! "

The next person.

He is also a foreigner who has traveled here. Looking at his face, which is about thirty years old, and his majestic appearance, he smiled and said: "Monk, you are so chicken soup... ...the taste is too weird. "

The old monk smiled and said, "The donor just said it doesn't taste good. Because most of the time, it will only make the annoyed person more annoyed and the suffering person even more miserable. ”

The man put down a grain of silver and said, “I believe that the Master really has the Dharma, but there are many other people’s worries. Since they are not serious, why not teach small skills that can achieve immediate results? Wouldn’t it be more about promoting the Dharma?”

The old monk shook his head and said: "There are so many drugstores and doctors for emergency medicine. What do you want me to do? If you have nothing to do on weekdays, just eat more." "

The man felt that the meaning was not yet complete, and it was far from enough to solve the puzzle.

The old monk had already smiled and said: "How small are the small worries of ordinary people? How big do you think Buddhism is in my heart? Is it really possible to achieve immediate results? I don’t even need to talk about the Dharma about worries. I just want to say, donor, you can come here from a place thousands of miles away, sit down, and then say these words to me. How many joys and sorrows have you experienced? The donor has not yet had a new little worry in his heart, but if you look at this matter from afar, it is not a small worry, right?

The man laughed dumbly, disapprovingly, shook his head and said, "What I have seen, heard, learned, and thought in this life is not just for this confrontation with the mage today." "

The old monk waved his hand, "Then go elsewhere. ”

Within one day, the courtyard was full of people, bustling and bustling.

The last person today was actually the middle-aged temple owner of Baiyun Temple, a small Taoist temple in the capital.

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The second to last person is a spirit that has transformed into a human form.

The old monk knew it, and the middle-aged Taoist priest also knew it.

Before taking off his boots. , instead of hitting the door, he actually put his hands together and performed the Buddhist salute.

The old monk smiled and said: "The master does not need to give that one tael of silver. In my eyes, I only see the little bit in the hearts of sentient beings." Buddha's light, nothing else can be seen, no ghosts or ghosts. ”

The middle-aged Taoist smiled knowingly, nodded slightly.

The old monk continued: "I am afraid that I will understand the wrong Dharma, and even speak the wrong Dharma. I am not afraid of teaching people how good the Dharma is, but I am afraid of teaching people how to take the first step and how to do it step by step thereafter. Go. It’s difficult. It’s painful. The little novice may have a Buddha in his heart, but he may not have a Buddha in his heart. The great monk may have a Buddha in his heart.”

The middle-aged Taoist said two things.

Sudden enlightenment comes from gradual enlightenment.

Gradual enlightenment is to move toward sudden enlightenment.

The old monk lowered his head and clasped his hands, "Amitabha. Good, good, good."

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In the Divine Continent of Middle Earth, an immortal walked to a cave. among.

At the feet of the immortal is an ancient bronze mirror with a radius of 100 feet, but there are twenty chairs placed, just like an ancestral hall.

When the immortal appeared, he turned on the ancient mirror formation, and within a stick of incense, figures floated out one by one. After sitting down, there were more than ten people, but their faces were blurred.

But the two chairs at the front are currently unoccupied.

Everyone was silent and spoke to each other from their hearts.

The person with the lowest seat was the first to speak: "Do we, the Qionglin Sect, need to secretly add fuel to the flames?"

The immortal who is the master of this place sneered: "Idiot . Secretly? What secret?! Do you think those Confucian Temple saints are fools?" The immortal master from Qionglin Sect was silent, and then stood up in panic and apologized to everyone.

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In the countryside of Dali Border Pass, a group of playing children finally saw the dust flying in the distance, and immediately started jumping and shouting.

A fine horse galloped past.

The children were running all the way up the hillside.

A knight on horseback turned his head and looked around, gently clenching his fist and hitting his chest.

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Tuoyue Mountain in the Wild World trembled slightly, and then the movement became louder and louder, almost showing signs of the mountain overturning.

Then the Tuoyue Mountain formation was activated, and the entire mountain suddenly sank more than ten feet. There was no more movement.

On the top of the Sword Qi Great Wall, dressed in red robe, he closed his eyes and meditated, sitting as if dead. He suddenly stood up, laughed and said: "A Liang, I am a guest when you have time!"

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