All Heavens Start with Lu Xiaofeng

Chapter 472: Monk Nagarjuna
Yan Huiguan, a lonely city, is located between Beimang and Liyang, with ambiguous ownership, parents do not love mothers or parents, the two dynasties have tacitly never sent officials to station, trade exchanges, exchange what is needed, on the contrary, it has become a prosperous place metropolis.The two dynasties carried out military affairs and started wars, and the people scattered everywhere.When the military affairs cease and the flames of war are extinguished, they will return to the city and treat it as a common meal.

As the border between the two countries, the natural folk customs are tough and thieves are rampant.

Previously, there was a famous writer in Liyang who took a book boy to visit the border. He wanted to write magnificent and desolate poems on the frontier, but within half a month, someone took his severed finger and demanded a huge ransom from his family.

The atmosphere here is very open, and women show their faces in cool clothes.Due to different eating habits, the development is excellent, and the ups and downs are trembling and crumbling, which is an eye-catching scenery.

Yu Liancheng came to a tea stall and sat down. The water was simple well water, and the tea leaves were the dregs of the cheapest tea, but a bowl of tea cost half a penny, which was outrageously expensive.

After thinking about it, no matter good tea or bad tea, if you can travel thousands of miles from the south of the Yangtze River or the ancient tea-horse road in Xishu to transport the geese back to the customs, even if it is the tea dregs that cannot be seated, it will not be cheap.

At this moment, a poor old monk also broke into the city.

This monk immediately attracted a lot of attention. After all, the Buddha was destroyed in Beimang, and countless monks fled to Beiliang.

And the princess of Beiliang who died early believed in Buddhism, and even the whole Beiliang had a very friendly relationship with Buddhism.

Only monks used to go to Beiliang, but very few went to Beimang from Beiliang.

Fortunately, this border does not belong to Beimang, otherwise someone would have taken the old bald donkey to the officials to ask for a reward.

The old monk had chapped lips, and wanted to ask for a bowl of tea, but after the boss told the price, the monk suddenly looked bitter, and touched the copper plate in his pocket, probably enough for two bowls of tea.

But his journey is far away, if he spends the money here, it will be difficult to go later.

"Master, please sit here, and I'll treat you to a pot of tea."

Yu Liancheng beckoned to the monk, and then laughed again: "I used to invite people to drink, but this is the first time to invite people to drink tea."

"Amitabha, the old monk is so thankful to this young master." The old man put his hands together, looked kindly, and was not polite, sat down on his buttocks, and introduced himself.

"I went to the Qilin Temple from the two temples in the south to the north, and I talked with an old Taoist friend. But I have talked with each other for decades, and no one can tell the other. I think this time it is probably a chicken talking with a duck."

"Two Zen Temple? If you dare to ask, is it the eminent monk Nagarjuna?" Yu Liancheng frowned, his eyes burning.

"Young master has eyesight, the eminent monk dare not, the old monk's dharma name is Nagarjuna." The old monk took a sip of tea, showing a satisfied expression.

"Really monk Nagarjuna?" Yu Liancheng asked again.

"It must be the monk Nagarjuna you think of in your heart." The old monk chuckled, looking at the dusty travellers, without any aura of superiority.

But Yu Liancheng became solemn.

This person in front of him is also a person with many titles.

Monk Nagarjuna, Shijia of the Thirteenth Armor of the Spring and Autumn Period.The presiding officer of the Liangchan Temple, a Buddhist sage, the teacher of Li Beangxin in white, who only reads the Diamond Sutra, has achieved the invincibility of the Vajra.

Yu Liancheng has always respected the people of Buddhism, so he immediately rolled up his sleeves and showed his fists as big as sandbags: "I just said why the blood is so strong, it can't be an unknown person. I have long wanted to fight against the masters of Buddhism. See the golden body of Buddhism , the real Undefeated King Kong of the first rank. Make a move, you give me three moves."

The old monk quickly waved his hands and said, "Master Murong was joking, Mr. Murong was joking. Everyone knows that Murong is invincible, number one in martial arts evaluation, unparalleled in the world, this poor monk can't bear to tear down this old bone."

Yu Liancheng didn't care that Monk Nagarjuna saw his identity, and pulled up the sleeve of Monk Nagarjuna: "No, you have to fight me if you say anything today."

Monk Nagarjuna said with a bitter face, "Do you really want to fight?"

Yu Liancheng nodded and said: "If we really want to fight, I want to see whether it is the Buddhist King Kong who is stronger, or my physique is stronger."

Among the four realms of the first rank, the entry of the Buddhist school is the Vajra, and the Vajra is undefeated.As for the disciple of the monk Nagarjuna, Li Dangxin in white is No. 1 in the Vajra Realm, and he is in the same class as Deng Tai'a, who is the number one in Zhixuan, and Cao Guanzi, who is the number one in celestial phenomena.The apprentices are all so powerful, so the master is naturally not that weak.

Monk Nagarjuna clasped his hands together, frowned, and immediately gave birth to a great momentum: "Okay, if that's the case, the poor monk admits defeat on the spot."

"Huh?" Yu Liancheng was taken aback.

Monk Nagarjuna's face immediately fell down: "Mr. Murong is No.1 in the world, this poor monk has to go to the Qilin Temple for a while. If you really want to make a move, the old monk can only kneel down on the spot and beg you Stop beating, and don't slap your face, or you won't be able to meet people. Alright, the old monk is done talking, son, let's do it."

After all, he covered his bald head, as if he was letting himself be beaten and scolded.

Yu Liancheng helped his forehead helplessly, and sat down again: "Monk, you have won. This trip to Beimang is for the sake of destroying Buddha?"

The old monk poked his head out again, and smiled slightly: "The old monk didn't come here to influence the emperor of Beimang, but just wanted to prove the Buddha's heart for the world."

Another lament: "The Buddha is in my heart. Beimang wants to destroy the Buddha. There will be no temples, no incense, no Buddhist scriptures, no believers... In my opinion, everything is fine. But if hundreds of thousands of monks are lost Buddha's heart, without faith, is not very good. There must always be something in a person's heart, otherwise it will be empty, how uncomfortable it is."

"So you tell all the monks in Beimang that there are still Buddhas in this world, and what they insist on is not meaningless." Yu Liancheng glanced at the old monk in cassock.

Monk Nagarjuna smiled slightly and said, "According to the destiny, it's just a matter of human affairs."

Yu Liancheng chatted with this well-deserved Buddhist saint, all related to the extermination of Buddha in Beimang.

Not long after, the monk Nagarjuna got up and smiled, and bowed together: "It's time for the old monk to go. The young master is a saint and a god. He just hopes to kill less and do more good deeds. There is righteousness in the world. Practice together. Although it does not reject murderous intent, it is just mixed with hostility and resentment, which is ultimately mixed and easy to lead astray."

Yu Liancheng put down the teacup, shook his head and said, "It turns out that the old monk came here just to say such a thing, it's really boring."

I'm afraid that the monk stepped into this small town just after he saw the corpse on the road, just to send this commonplace nonsense to Yu Liancheng.

"Whether to listen or not is up to the young master, and whether to speak or not is up to the old monk."

Monk Nagarjuna smiled slightly: "Young Master invites me to drink tea, and the old monk should also express himself."

With a light swipe of the finger on the wrist, the golden yellow blood dripped into the teacup, shining brightly.

"The old monk is gone, and I wish my son a prosperous martial arts."

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(End of this chapter)