My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 127 Zeng Anmin: Do Buddhas and Bodhisattvas have any kind? !

Zeng Anmin looked at the young monk Yingchen in front of him seriously.

See the calm smile on his face.

He also smiled, then nonchalantly put the candy back into his pocket.

Afterwards, Zeng Anmin walked around with Xiao Yingchen as if nothing had happened.

"You haven't thrown away this little wooden sword yet?"

Zeng Anmin suddenly saw Hu Zi's small wooden sword in the little monk's room.

The young monk Yingchen blinked his clear eyes, looked at Zeng Anmin seriously and asked:
"Why would I throw away the gift that Mr. Tiger gave me?"

"But this thing is also the weapon that left a mark on your head."

Zeng Anmin found it a little funny.

If someone suddenly hit me on the head with this thing, I would definitely chop it into pieces and use it as firewood.

The little monk shook his head seriously and said:

"Misfortunes often come with blessings. If it weren't for the tiger donor who hit me on the head with this thing, how could I have received such an exquisite gift?"

"With such a gift, I should be happy. Why would I mention a murder weapon?"

Uh.

Zeng Anmin was somewhat touched by the little monk's open-minded thinking.

He thought about it, then took out the candy from his arms, aimed it at the little monk's head and hit it lightly.

"Snapped."

Right in the middle of that smooth head.

The sound is not loud, so it doesn't hurt.

"Uh……"

Yingchen looked at Zeng Anmin in confusion.

"Now, you should be able to accept it, right?"

Zeng Anmin took the candy with a smile and handed it to Yingchen.

He looked at the little monk and blinked.

The little monk stared blankly at the candy in Zeng Anmin's hand.

"This……"

The little monk was stunned for a moment by Zeng Anmin's abstract movements.

"Haha, what? If you can make friends with Hu Zi, why can't you make friends with me?"

Zeng Anmin smiled and stuffed the candy into the little monk's hand.

The little monk pursed his lips, then smiled with relief.

His smile was still clean:

"Then thank you, benefactor."

After saying that, he solemnly put the candy into his pocket with his tender little white hand.

"From now on, you can just call me Brother Quan Fu."

Zeng Anmin found a piece of grass and lay down there with Yingchen.

The two were very close to each other.

Lie down and look at the blue sky.

Zeng Anmin's eyes flashed with complexity, and his voice was a little low:

"You know, little monk, I know a friend with a pure character like you."

Yingchen didn't understand why Zeng Anmin suddenly said this.

He turned his head, his smooth back of the head rubbing against the grass, and looked at Zeng Anmin's profile.

He felt that the donor seemed to have some melancholy on his face, so he asked curiously:

"Is it also in the capital?"

"No, it's in Jiangnan, in a school in Liangjiang County."

Zeng Anmin rested his hands on his head, slowly lowered his crossed legs, and his eyes became complicated:

"If it weren't for that accident, he and I would have met at the top of the capital..."

His tone was inexplicably sad.

Yingchen didn't say anything.

Just lying quietly beside Zeng Anmin, listening quietly.

But Zeng Anmin did not continue speaking.

He was silent.

He looked at the sky quietly.

I don't know what kind of sadness was flickering in his eyes.

After a long time.

Zeng Anmin sighed:
"Now I can finally understand Mr. Zuiyin's feelings when he wrote Meng Weizhi."

Yingchen looked at Zeng Anmin curiously and asked:

"Who is Mr. Zuiyin?"

Zeng Anmin turned sideways, shook his head and laughed:

"A great poet in my dreams."

"What is "Meng Weizhi"?"

Yingchen didn't think there was anything absurd in what Zeng Anmin said.

Instead, I felt that this new friend in front of me was very mysterious.

It makes people want to chat with him for a few days.

Zeng Anmin didn't say much, he just stared at the sky absentmindedly.

After a long while, he pursed his lips:

"You are buried in the abyss, and my body is turned into dust. I am living in the human world... my head is covered with snow."

Yingchen was a little dazed.

He was stunned because he didn't understand.

So he could only stare at Zeng Anmin in a daze.

But he could hear from these words the melancholy in the donor's heart, and the regret that his friend had left.

"From the moment he died, I made up my mind that I would live well for him."

Zeng Anmin's eyes slowly glanced to the side.

That direction was exactly the Huangque Temple not far away.

His eyes are extremely sharp.

There was also a hint of inexplicable hatred.

"Those who take office but do nothing and treat human life as worthless must pay the price for their actions."

Zeng Anmin's voice was not loud.

But sonorous and powerful.

Yingchen didn't quite understand.

But I felt a surge of excitement flowing through my body.

He held his breath and looked at Zeng Anmin in front of him seriously.

"Little monk, that small nunnery is called the Yellow Bird Nunnery, right?"

Zeng Anmin slowly stood up, brushed off the weeds on his body, and looked towards Yingchen.

His face was calm.

"Donor knows?"

Yingchen saw Zeng Anmin stand up and stood up too.

After Zeng Anmin got a positive answer, his eyes were sharp:
"Has the lame old man in the Yellow Bird Temple appeared in the past few days?"

When Yingchen heard this, his brows slightly frowned.

His face flickered with thought.

Then he looked up at Zeng Anmin blankly and said, "Mr. Huang... He has indeed not appeared in the past few days, but it is not easy to see him. Maybe he is in the nunnery now?"

"Mr. Huang?"

Zeng Anmin was keenly aware of this name.

It seems that the lame man who stabbed me that night was called Mr. Huang.

"How much do you know about this Mr. Huang?"

Zeng Anmin looked at the little monk nonchalantly with a smile on his face.

He is extremely patient.

"Mr. Huang..." Yingchen pondered.

Thinking slowly.

After a long while, he raised his head, his clear eyes showing seriousness: "It seems that since I can remember, I have known that there is a gentleman named Huang in the nunnery..."

He touched his bald head, then looked towards the temple:
"This is where Concubine Xi lived when she became a nun. It has been more than ten years."

"How old are you?"

Zeng Anmin looked down at Yingchen.

"Thirteen years old."

Yingchen lowered his head embarrassedly.

Thirteen years old.

Zeng Anmin closed his eyes and thought slowly.

In other words, Mr. Huang had been here thirteen years ago.

Thirteen years ago.

Zeng Anmin remembered this number, and then he looked at Yingchen and asked:
"Mr. Huang, do you know Empress Xi?"

"do not know."

Yingchen shook his head: "Since I can remember, I have never been to the back mountain."

"Ah."

Zeng Anmin nodded slowly.

The clues we have now are not enough.

"You've never been there? Or do you want to go but don't dare to go?"

Zeng Anmin raised his eyebrows and asked Yingchen.

There was a visibly hint of embarrassment and a hint of redness on Yingchen's face.

He pursed his lips, not daring to look up at Zeng Anmin, but just staring at his toes and said:

"When I was a kid, I thought about going there secretly, but my master told me that there were children in the mountains who were transformed into evil spirits and would eat people, so I didn't dare to go there anymore..."

Zeng Anmin was slightly startled. He frowned and looked at Yingchen:
"A child transformed into a ghost?" Yingchen raised his head seriously and chanted a Buddhist name:
"When Concubine Xi came here, she was pregnant, but she was driven out of the palace and was so upset that she miscarried... Amitabha."

After finishing speaking, a look of regret appeared on her face:
"The life of a living being is like floating duckweed, how pathetic."

Zeng Anmin found it quite amusing when he saw the deepness on that little face that was inconsistent with his age.

He pretended to be serious, clasped his hands together and bowed to the little monk:
"I never thought that Master Yingchen would have such a Buddha nature. I am so disrespectful."

Uh……

Little Yingchen blushed, lowered his head and said in an awkward tone:
"Please don't do that. I am not a complete Buddhist monk and I don't deserve such a gift."

"How can I not be one?!" Zeng Anmin laughed and touched Xiao Yingchen's head:
"Even if he doesn't have Buddha nature, my nephew can still chop out Buddha roots with one strike of his sword!"

"Otherwise, how could you say something so open-minded as 'blessings and misfortunes are closely related'?"

"In my opinion, you have the potential to become a Buddha!"

Zeng Anmin said this with a very pleasant attitude.

But Xiao Yingchen was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig out a Mahavira Palace with his toes...

"No... you can't say that..."

Xiao Yingchen has become a little incoherent.

"To be honest, if you really become a Buddha someday, won't you thank Hu Zi for his enlightenment with the sword?"

Zeng Anmin looked at Xiao Yingchen jokingly and said:

"How can we not say this? Do Buddhas and Bodhisattvas have any kind?"

"Later Buddhist scriptures recorded: Our Buddha Yingchen, after being struck by Mr. Tiger, gained wisdom. His uncle came with gifts to apologize, but our Buddha refused. Both his uncle and Mr. Tiger were confused."

"Fo Chen said: Disaster and fortune depend on each other. If there is no sword to strike, how can I understand the truth?"

"If this scene is recorded by future generations, wouldn't Hu Zi and I be grateful to Master Ying Chen for doing us a favor and leave our names in history?"

Having said this, Zeng Anmin even felt that his words were full of amusement.

only……

Yingchen, however, stood there in a daze.

His eyes first changed from embarrassment to surprise, and then to some excitement.

Then, calm and seriousness returned.

Yingchen raised her head slowly, with a kind light in her eyes:
"Donor's words are like thunder that disperses the fog. I, a poor monk, thank you."

After saying this, Yingchen seemed to be more calm and wise than before...

leave??

Zeng Anmin blinked.

Could it be that my words, "Buddha and Bodhisattva, are there any species?", have tricked this kid into betraying him? ?
abstract.

It's too abstract.

Amitabha.

Buddha have mercy on me, I don’t mean that!

If this kid really breaks into Buddhism in the future and says something as treasonous as "The Buddha takes turns to sit on the throne, and this year it's my turn."

But it has nothing to do with my disciples!
Zeng Anmin quickly counted his sins in his heart.

"Well, I'm going back first."

Zeng Anmin glanced at the Huangque Temple not far away, waved his hand awkwardly at Yingchen and said:
"I'll bring Hu Zi to play with you later."

"Donor, please go slowly." Yingchen politely saluted towards Zeng Anbian's back.

Watching Zeng Anmin’s back disappear from my sight.

The little monk murmured to himself:

"Without sword fighting, how can one understand the truth..."

…………

go back?

How could I, Zeng Anmin, go back before figuring out what's going on?

After walking around, Zeng Anmin secretly came to the foot of the back mountain of Fa'an Temple.

He deliberately chose a place where there were few people.

Without any hesitation, he tiptoed towards the top of the mountain.

Yellow Bird Temple.

The nunnery is extremely quiet.

nobody.

When Zeng Anmin sneaked into the nunnery, he found that there was no trace of human beings in the entire nunnery.

The yard inside the nunnery was free of weeds.

It feels not much better than a deserted place.

"Squeak~"

Zeng Anmin solemnly pushed open the wooden door in front of him.

The wooden door seemed to have not been repaired for a long time. It could not bear the weight and groaned in pain.

He did not choose to enter the house containing the Buddha statues in the nunnery.

Instead, he came to the backyard where there seemed to be people.

When I opened the door, I saw a very simple house.

There is only one bed.

The beds were made very cleanly.

"Someone lives there..."

Zeng Anmin's face showed no sign of surprise.

This should be where the so-called "Mr. Huang" lives.

There is no one in this temple, only this one place seems to be slightly populated.

His eyes were like those of a hawk, scanning all the furnishings in the room bit by bit.

There was nothing else except the bed.

"So what does he eat on weekdays?"

Zeng Anmin frowned and looked carefully at his surroundings.

No traces were found in the house.

Zeng Anmin slowly walked out and went to another house.

"Ok?"

Zeng Anmin came to the next room and raised his eyebrows slightly.

This house is much more luxurious than the previous one.

There are many flower pots in the house.

Everything shows that this is where a woman lives.

And the house is very clean.

Someone must clean it every day.

"No way?"

An extremely absurd thought popped up in Zeng Anmin's mind.

"Although this room looks simple, this table and this chair are definitely worth a lot of money."

"How can an ordinary monk waste money like this?"

"You can tell at a glance that Concubine Xi originally lived in this nunnery."

"It's just... Concubine Xi has been back in the palace for many years... There are still people cleaning here regularly."

Zeng Anmin touched his chin.

"Could it be that Mr. Huang has developed a secret crush on Concubine Xi... and is reluctant to part with her old belongings..."

Zeng Anmin felt a scent of children's love coming towards him.

"If I had known this in my previous life, I would have read fewer novels. They affect my thinking."

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.

After he walked to the bed in front of him, he froze.

He looked at the set of women's clothing spread out on the bed.

There were obvious signs of someone lying next to the clothes, and a strange expression on his face.

"Could it be that I really guessed it right???"

"Um……"

Zeng Anmin looked at the other furnishings in the room.

This house is where I usually live.

And the pots, pans, and utensils are also in this room.

Zeng Anmin touched his chin thoughtfully.

He suppressed the thoughts in his mind and walked outside.

Not long after.

He saw a tiny grave mound visible behind the yard.

"The Tomb of the Lost Son."

Only these four words.

There is also a small brazier in front of the tomb.

Inside were some remnants of paper money that had been blown away by the wind.

"This should be the child that Concubine Xi had a miscarriage."

Zeng Anmin remembered the legend that Yingchen had told him.

"Ugh."

Zeng Anmin looked at the small grave and sighed softly: "Born in the royal family, I have no control over my fate. Before I even opened my eyes to see the world, I was plotted against..."

Zeng Anmin did not stay here for too long.

He came here and got an extremely important clue.

Concubine Xi must know Mr. Huang.

Otherwise, how could Mr. Huang do such a thing... Zeng Anmin imagined the scene of the lame man lying on the bed, lovingly caressing the clothes of the woman next to him.

Tsk.

He walked down the mountain calmly while thinking to himself.

Mr. Huang and Ren Weizhi know each other.

Then, Concubine Xi...

interesting!

(End of this chapter)