The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 105 Give You a Buddhist Verse (Two in One)

Is there no difference... Mr. Zhang smiled when he heard this, and didn't quite agree.

But he had no intention of arguing with his old friend.

When you are young, you show your sharpness and have your own ideas about the world. It may be a pleasure to argue with each other because of different ideas.

But at this age, what you think and think has already been finalized, who can convince whom?

What's more, after many years, old friends reunite, why bother to talk about those unpleasant topics.

Master Zhang and Abbot Xueting have known each other for many years. If we go back to the past, the first time they met was when they were most energetic.

In the past, the former had not entered Huaiyuan to practice, but was studying in Shendu, and he was full of thoughts of becoming an official in the court and leaving his name in history.

The latter... The origin is more complicated, but it was born in the Southern Tang Kingdom.

500 years ago, in the last years of the Dagan Dynasty, luck collapsed, and uprising armies across Kyushu sprung up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. After fighting like raising Gu, two largest forces were born.

One is the army led by the first god emperor and the national teacher.

The second is the rebel army that started in the south.

The two sides fought a decisive battle in Weishui. The former won and established the boundaries of the five states in the Central Plains. The latter lost and retreated to the south to occupy the relatively remote two states.

At that time, there were many years of war, the people were in dire straits, and the vitality of the two sides was severely injured, making it difficult to continue fighting. In addition, the Buddhist sect tried to protect the latter, and finally the two sides drew a line and stopped fighting.

The former became the Great Zhou, and the latter became the Southern Tang.

Compared with the many schools of practice in the Zhou Dynasty, the power structure of the Southern Tang Dynasty is simpler, the royal family is weak, the Buddhism is prosperous, and there is a practice sword field counted as the second child.

The national teacher once wrote a poem in the past, saying that "there are 480 temples in the Southern Tang Dynasty, how many buildings are in the mist and rain".

It is about the prosperity of Buddhism there.

Correspondingly, although Buddhist monks are not uncommon in Dazhou, they hardly have a large-scale influence.Most of them are small temples scattered in major state capitals, mainly wandering monks.

Zhongzhou has even less scope.

In the city of God, there is only one White Pagoda Temple that is the most famous.

Some are similar to "embassies". If people come from the Southern Tang Dynasty, most of them will stay in temples.

As for monk Xueting, when he traveled thousands of miles to the capital of God, he was still very young, determined to stay here and promote Buddhism.

Let the light of Lord Buddha illuminate the northern land.

But under the eyes of the Emperor, the so-called "promotion" of course couldn't be done.

The Baita Temple has stood in the capital of the gods for hundreds of years, and the sense of existence is not very strong. Although the monks in the temple are treated preferentially by the court, it is impossible for them to make a difference....

Instead of "promoting", it is better to say that it is to maintain the existence of Buddhism in the capital of God, which has a greater symbolic meaning.

If it's just dawdling, it seems to be good.

But for a monk like Xue Ting who has great ambitions and is amazingly gifted, talented, and persistent, it is undoubtedly a heavy blow.

Although the White Tower is tall, it is like a cage.

Over the years, countless people persuaded him to return to the Southern Tang Dynasty, and even the Lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty sent letters to invite him.

Everyone knows that with his knowledge of Buddhism, he can achieve greater success and a higher status in the south.

But the monk just shook his head and refused again and again.

Like a stubborn nail, it was firmly chiseled in this small temple in the capital of the gods, and it went from youth to middle age, and then to old age.

And Mr. Zhang, who was determined to become an official in the court, pointed out the country, and inspired the young scholar, was hit by reality again and again, and saw the dirty and despicable in the officialdom.

Finally, he threw his pen and went to Huaiyuan, and became a Confucian sword monk like many seniors.

……

"The past is over!"

Inside the small wonton shop, Master Zhang sighed and said:

"You and I are both old in a blink of an eye, and I don't even know if there is a chance to meet again."

Xue Ting smiled, but looked very lightly:

"Life and death are nothing more than reincarnation."

Master Zhang said:
"You Buddhists like to talk about these falsehoods the most, that is, the Lord Buddha has not seen reincarnation, and death is death."

Xue Ting said slowly:

"There are three thousand great thousand worlds in the Buddha's country. Why should reincarnation be limited to one place? The Buddha said..."

Master Zhang waved his hand with a headache:
"Stop, don't read your stuff to me, it hurts my head."

Xue Ting smiled, shut up as expected, and said:
"Today's Wenhui, I thought you would come to the appointment later. Looking at your expression, what happened?"

"It's true that some accidents happened." Zhang Fuzi looked strange, and told the situation of today's literary society, saying:
"I haven't been in Shendu for a long time, so I don't know much about it. Do you know anyone in this city who has such talent?"

Xue Ting was quite surprised, shook his head and said:

"The poor monk doesn't know either. But you and I are both practitioners, so why bother to be obsessed with searching. If there is a destiny, you will meet if you don't look for it. If you don't have a destiny, even if you walk through three mountains and four seas, you will never find it."

What use do you want!

Mrs. Zhang was very disappointed. He pulled up his sleeve with one hand to prevent it from staining the soup bowl, and picked up a wooden spoon with the other hand, pretending to eat wontons:
"Although the old man has practiced, he still can't fast. I've been busy with this essay meeting for a long time, and I haven't eaten half a grain of rice all day. Let's eat it while it's hot."

Xue Ting was as good as he was, pulling up the sleeve of the green robe with one hand, and holding the wooden chopsticks with the other.

The voices of the conversation between the two were very soft, but neither word fell into Ji Ping'an's ears.

They didn't notice the strange look in the eyes of the young man in the shop.

Fate... Ji Pingan smiled, just thought it was funny.

For a while, no one spoke in the store, only the slight sound of three people eating wontons quietly.

When Master Zhang put down the spoon, he couldn't help saying with satisfaction:
"The taste is very good."

Monk Xueting felt a little emotional in his eyes, and said:

"Master is hungry, anything is good to eat."

"You don't like it?"

"It's not that I don't like it, but the son inherited his father's business, the secret recipe is still the same, but the person who makes wontons has changed, and the taste is not the same after all."

Master Zhang said with a smile:
"I just heard you talking about Buddhism, but you, the monk, are also nostalgic? No wonder you even choose the old place to meet."

Xue Ting looked at the clear soup in the bowl and sighed:

"Perhaps he is old. The poor monk really can't bear to see the spring flowers wither and the ice and snow melt. When I came here, I only hoped to taste the taste of my memory and recall the past of you and me."

"Just now you said that birth, old age, sickness and death are reincarnations, so why should the master feel sad about the spring and autumn? It seems a little bit upright." Suddenly, a voice came.

The two old men looked at it, but it was the young man in the store earlier.

At this moment, he had finished eating the bowl, got up and walked to the door of the shop, just passing by the two of them.

What is the explanation for the uprightness of the mouth... Mr. Zhang chewed on this new word, and was surprised at the young man's demeanor.

Monk Xueting said with a smile:

"The benefactor thinks this old monk is wrong?"

Ji Pingan shook his head, and casually recited a Buddhist gatha:
"Everything that exists is like a dream bubble. It is like dew and electricity. It should be viewed in this way."

Buddhist gatha is a sentence condensed by the perception of Buddhist practitioners, and it is recorded in many Buddhist scriptures.

The sentence Ji Pingan said is recorded in the Diamond Sutra, and the translated meaning is:

All existence is like dreams and bubbles, just like dewdrops and lightning that will soon disappear. Practitioners should maintain this correct concept.

After finishing speaking, Ji Pingan didn't stay any longer, and walked away, quickly disappearing at the corner of the street.

Meeting is like fate, this casual sentence is not only a whim, but also a gift to the other party.

"This young man is interesting. I don't think there are such wonderful people in the well of Shendu City. Monk, how about the Buddhist gatha he recited?" Master Zhang stroked his beard and asked with a smile.

Buddhist gatha and poetry are similar at first glance, but they are actually completely different things.

Master Zhang read the books of sages and sages, but he didn't understand the chapters of Buddhism, and he was even a little annoyed.

This will ask casually and get no answer.

He turned his head to look over, and then froze, only to see the old monk with gray eyebrows sitting opposite him, sitting in a daze.

"All conditioned dharmas...should be contemplated as such."

Xue Ting recited it softly, with a hint of wonder in his eyes.

Then, he was about to fall into thinking, and he recovered when he heard Master Zhang calling, and was about to speak with a complicated expression.

Suddenly, there was noise from the street outside.

A group of scholars poured out from the corner of the street, with excited and expectant expressions, they blocked the door of the store and looked around.

"This... all guests..."

Such a big movement shocked the middle-aged man in the back kitchen, who was at a loss.

I don't understand why such a large group of wolves and tigers burst into the outside suddenly.

"Shopkeeper, you can see a young man who is about this tall, wearing clothes similar to mine, and looks like..." The leader described it with gestures and words.

The middle-aged man froze for a moment and said:

"I see, a young master did come to my shop just now, but he has already left."

"Which way did you go?"

"It seems to be over there..."

"Let's go, he's gone there, chase him quickly, don't let him get away!" A group of scholars rushed towards the pointed direction, followed by more people.

It was also mixed with a mess of discussions.

The middle-aged man was at a loss, wondering if that son committed some crime?It has attracted such old people to chase and kill them.

As for the two old men sitting in the store, they had to have sharp eyes and ears, as they had already heard the general idea from the noise in the crowd.

Xue Ting opened his mouth, looked at the old friend on the opposite side, and said hesitantly:

"You just said that Wenhui was disrupted by a young man..."

Mrs. Zhang was equally surprised when a drop of soup fell from his beard, and realized:

The one who said the gatha just now was the chief culprit who completed the broken poems all the way, caused a sensation, and forced the Wenhui to be unfinished.

Well... No wonder, this person speaks eloquently and has an extraordinary bearing.

Wait, isn't this the so-called "destiny"?But if you miss it, is it "missing" again?

……

……

The palace, the imperial study.

The refreshing elixir in the incense burner was wrapped in blue tongues of fire, floating in the air, emitting curls of smoke.

Wearing ordinary clothes and with jet-black hair, Emperor Yuanqing looked exhausted. He sat at the table and wrote a memorial letter with his imperial pen, but there were not many important ones.

Most of them were submitted by local officials, trivial matters, and a bunch of irrigation memorials to the emperor.

This meeting finally finished correcting the stack of memorials at hand, put down the pen, and saw the little eunuch report:
"Your Majesty, Lord Lu is asking to see you."

Emperor Yuan Qing glanced at the sky, slightly surprised, and said, "Xuan."

Not long after, Duke Lu arrived at the door of the imperial study along the corridor and bowed to salute.

Emperor Yuanqing waved his hand and said:

"Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on Wenhui, why did you come here so early? Could it be that the winner has already been decided?"

Lord Lu raised his head, met the emperor's probing eyes, and said:

"Your Majesty, there will be some accidents in this article."

"Oh?" Emperor Yuan Qing lifted his spirits.

Because both Mo Lin and Yushouzong won the martial arts, and this article will be dominated by the court, so he is not as worried as before.

But looking at Duke Lu's appearance, he seemed to be beyond expectation.

"This essay meeting was originally quite normal..." Lu Guogong organized his words, and immediately described the whole thing.

Among them, it is emphasized that the Hanlin Academy is dominant, but it was interrupted by accident.

"There is such a thing."

Emperor Yuan Qing didn't care too much about the result, but paid more attention to the person who caused the sensation:
"Can you find out the origin of that person?"

Lu Guogong said:

"When I found out about this, I immediately sent guards to look for it, but they were nowhere to be found. After repeated inquiries, although I still couldn't find the person, I found the identity of the woman who was traveling with him. It was Xu Jianhou, the Qintian Supervisor."

Xu Xiurong?Emperor Yuanqing had an impression of the female eunuch, and couldn't help but be surprised:
"Is this person related to Qin Tianjian?"

Lu Guogong said "en" and said:

"Your Majesty has also heard of this person. He is the Sichen recommended by the national teacher, Ji Ping'an."

It was him... Emperor Yuanqing did remember this name, after all, when the Qin Tianjian handled the case, it was implicated in the list of courtiers colluding with the Yaozu.

The person who cracked the core of the case was this person, and later sent someone to reward him, and the time interval was not too long.

Lu Guogong said with a smile:

"This person once studied with the national teacher, and knows a lot of the national teacher's life, and he probably learned the poems from the national teacher, but he didn't want to cause such a big commotion, but in the end, he still suppressed Huaiyuan, and saved Those scholars refused to accept it and questioned the result of the martial arts evaluation."

Emperor Yuanqing nodded, accepted this reasonable explanation, and said:

"No wonder."

After a pause, he asked:
"How many people still know the truth of this matter?"

Lu Guogong said:

"When I came over, I heard that no one found him. Marquis Xu Jian has already left to avoid trouble. Your Majesty means..."

Emperor Yuanqing smiled and said:

"Afterwards, there will be the Luming Banquet. The five sects will gather together. Ji Ping'an will also be there. I really look forward to Master Zhang's expression when he finds out the truth of this matter."

……

……

The setting sun was slanting to the west, and a layer of warm light pierced through the clouds, reflecting the golden city of the capital city.

The group of scholars still couldn't find Ji Pingan.

When the star officials of Muyuan reunited at the agreed place and left Chang'an Avenue in a carriage, the group of people in the carriage finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A bolt of satin was placed across Xu Xiurong's legs, and women's items were bought at his feet.

Mu Yaoyao's cheeks were bulging, and she was eating in a brown paper bag.

Luo Huaizhu hugged her cloth tiger.

As for Ji Pingan, who was full and full, he leaned on the soft cushion a little wearily.

"My lord, is it you who made such a big fight?"

Huang He held the horsewhip in his hand, his face glowed copper-colored in the setting sun, he turned his head and asked through the curtain of the car behind him.

Inside the carriage, Ji Pingan blinked and said:
"no."

Then, he greeted the uniform white eyes of the beauties beside him.

Xu Xiurong sneered silently, the words "pretend, you continue to pretend" were almost written in his eyes.

Because of Ji Ping'an, they didn't have much time to shop, so they ran away early, and the shopping experience was extremely bad.

But... this experience is an extremely rare experience, even the female star official has lived for many years, and has never had a similar experience:
The Literary Society of Mancheng was overshadowed by Ji Ping'an alone.

She bit her lip, her beautiful eyes flickered, and suddenly asked:

"By the way, what did you do when you left that meeting?"

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