I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 274 Zhong Changming, state-owned mourning (seeking monthly subscription)

"The Supreme Harmony Bell..."

Jiang Zhou, as usual, sat in the small building and looked out the window.

It was turned into a quiet room by him.

On weekdays, I read and write here, or meditate.

As soon as the bell that seemed to be able to resound through the universe yesterday, Yan Xiaowu turned to defecate, and left in a hurry, even ignoring Su Xiaoxiao, whom he was thinking of.

But since yesterday, the bell in this ear has never stopped.

The bell that resounded through the universe stopped after seven rings.

But after the seven bells stopped, all the Taoist temples inside and outside Wujun City rang the bells.

One after another, day and night, without stopping.

Jiang Zhou silently estimated that these bells rang regularly.

About 10 seconds, by now, it is estimated that it has rang eight or nine hundred times.

He found that not only Wu County, but also the entire Nanzhou, and possibly even the entire Daji temples and Taoist temples were ringing bells.

During this period of time, the uproar caused by "Li Bai" was gradually suppressed by the bursts of bells.

Even the noisy market seems to be suppressed, not daring to sell loudly.

Both the officials and the people in the city seem to have fallen into an unspeakable silence.

Today, he went back to the Sujing Division to check, and found that everyone in the division was silent and seemed to be secretive.

Even if he wanted to ask, he couldn't ask.

However, this depressing atmosphere reminded Jiang Zhou of some information he had read in Zangshuge.

"The bell is ringing forever, the country is mourning, the world is empty, and the world is in mourning..."

Jiang Zhou whispered to himself, his eyes flickering.

"National mourning..."

If so, who would it be?
It couldn't be Dimang.

That day when he was incarnate as Li Bai, his strength was close to that of a first-rank saint. He was above the Zichen Palace, and he could feel the unfathomable imperial aura in the Hanyuan Palace, like the sun and the moon diving in the abyss.

Such an existence, how could it be said to die?

Apart from Dimang, who else can get the word "national mourning"?
"My lord, a monk wants to see you!"

A crisp voice suddenly broke into the courtyard.

Jiang Zhou looked up.

It was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old Qingli girl with her hair tied in a bun, raising her head downstairs and shouting with her small face up.

After Wang Chongguang joined his sect, he wanted to please him wholeheartedly.

Seeing that he was the only one in this huge house and it was inconvenient to take care of it, he volunteered and said that he would find some capable people for him.

Jiang Zhou originally had this intention, but he has been delayed by various things and has no time to think about it.

As soon as he mentioned it, he agreed casually.

In just half a day, Wang Chongguang brought dozens of people, both men and women.

As soon as these people came, Jiang Zhou could see that they all had some knowledge in martial arts.

Wang Chongguang said that there are many good men in the world who hope to join the noble family to seek a future, and these people are all reliable and down-to-earth.

All signed the contract of prostitution, and they were beaten and scolded.

Among them were several teenage girls.

His martial arts foundation can't be said to be very strong, but he knows how to punch.

Looking delicate and weak, the ordinary burly man is no match.

Jiang Zhou was not afraid that these people might have problems. Originally, he was also short of manpower, and it would be easier for him to train them later if he had a foundation, so he took them all in.

Pick two pleasing ones from them, and keep them by your side.

The little girl in front of him is one of them. He named him Nongqiao and the other Xianyun.

"Monk?"

Jiang Zhou's thoughts turned slightly, and he said, "Please come in."

"Yes!"

Nong Qiaoer responded, turned around and ran out hastily.

Not long after, a monk with picturesque features was brought in.

As expected, it was Monk Shenxiu.

Jiang Zhou got up and smiled, "Master, why come to me when you have time?"

"Amitabha."

Monk Shenxiu still had that meek look, and he said, "This little monk is here to bid farewell to Layman Jiang. If Layman Jiang has time, you might as well go back to Dafan Temple with this little monk."

Jiang Zhou couldn't help but feel moved when he heard him bring up the matter of inviting him to Dafan Temple again.

"Master, is there something wrong?"

Monk Shenxiu raised his head and listened to the sound of Hong Zhong: "To tell you the truth, Layman Jiang, the purpose of this young monk's re-entry into Wu is to find an old friend."

"It's just that the seven rings of Taihe are calling for the death of the current emperor and empress,"

"Empress Xin today is a rare and worthy empress since ancient times. Now that she passed away, the whole world mourns. The abbot master issued a decree to order Shenxiu to go back to the temple to chant scriptures for Empress Xin for three years, and..."

He looked at Jiang Zhou, his eyes were like stars: "With the death of the virtuous queen, there will be turmoil in the world, and Wu County is a place of right and wrong..."

He didn't say anything more.

However, it has been revealed that letting Jiang Zhou follow him back to Dafan Temple means to take refuge.

Jiang Zhou stared at him for a while, making Shenxiu uncomfortable.

Only then said: "It seems that something important is going to happen in Wu County. It is inconvenient for the master to tell, so I will not ask."

"However, Jiang is curious. Although I have known the master not long ago, I also know that the master is not a person who is afraid of trouble. On the contrary, the heart of compassion is rare in the world. It is a rare Buddhist virtuous. How could he avoid it in a hurry?"

Monk Shenxiu really looked ashamed and lowered his head to avoid Jiang Zhou's gaze.

"The master has orders, and he has to obey them, and those who become monks should keep the six dusts quiet, and should not be too polluted by the world."

"Ha ha."

Jiang Zhou smiled, turned around and walked to the desk without speaking.

He took out a piece of paper, picked up a pen and wrote a few lines, took another piece of paper, and wrote a few more lines.

"Since the master is leaving, Jiang has nothing to offer, so I will give this word to the master as a parting gift."

"Young monk is ashamed."

Shenxiu felt even more guilty, and hastily stretched out her hands to pick it up.

Jiang Zhou suddenly took it back, and said with a smile: "Master, don't be greedy. Although the word Jiang is worthless, it can't be given away easily. You can only choose one of the two words."

"Master, why don't you take a look first, which one do you want to choose?"

Shenxiu was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't take it seriously, and said cohesively, "That's exactly what it should be."

When he came over, he didn't care which one to choose, he just regarded it as Jiang Zhou's heart, even a blank piece of paper should be cherished and cherished.

But when he walked over and saw a picture of words on the table, he was immediately stunned.

A pair of star-like pupils suddenly froze, and then gradually enlarged.

He muttered in his mouth: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand; there is nothing, where can the dust..."

"There is no bodhi tree..."

He seemed to realize something in his heart, but his eyes were in a daze, and he was still unable to catch that ray of light.

This epiphany seems to be close in front of the eyes, but it is far away in the sky and cannot be touched.

Jiang Zhou smiled and said, "What? Master likes this one?"

Shenxiu woke up suddenly, looked at Jiang Zhou in shock and said, "Jiang Jushi, you are indeed born with Buddha nature!"

"Such a precious verse, I am ashamed to accept it."

"Hahaha."

Jiang Zhou laughed loudly: "It's just a few words, what is there to be ashamed of? What about Buddha nature?"

"However, master, you are different from what Jiang thinks. You are too arrogant."

Shenxiu was taken aback, "What do you mean by that?"

"Except Buddha, who can realize emptiness and realize that all four elements are emptiness? Isn't it arrogance for you to compare yourself with Buddha?"

Shenxiu was stunned, and another picture flashed in his eyes: "The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand; always wipe it diligently, so that there is no dust..."

Immediately, everyone was stunned as if they had been slapped in the face.

His expression kept changing, as if he was struggling.

"That's right, that's right... How can I compare myself to the Buddha?"

"There is dust in your heart, wipe it off from time to time, but you shouldn't be afraid of dust, if you don't get rid of this heart, isn't it another dust that is hard to get rid of..."

After a while, the look in his eyes gradually recovered, and he solemnly paid a tithe to Jiang Zhou: "Thank you Layman Jiang for your enlightenment, this little monk wants this painting."

Jiang Zhou stretched out his hand and said, "Master, please help yourself."

Shen Xiu carefully rolled up the picture, put it in her arms, and patted it before letting out a sigh of relief.

He raised his head and said resolutely: "Jiang Jushi, I have a merciless request."

Jiang Zhou was taken aback and said, "Master, please tell me."

Shenxiu Heshi said: "Young monk would like to stay at the mansion for a while, I wonder if it is possible?"

"Jiang is naturally welcome, but the master is..."

Shenxiu lowered her eyes and said, "Jiang Layman doesn't need to ask more questions."

Jiang Xiu thought about it, and said with a smile: "All right."

(End of this chapter)