Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 41: Canhe Village

"Hehehe~" A-Bi couldn't help but laugh.

Who would treat the emperor as their son?

Duan Yu had his mouth blocked and was looking at Murong Xing. He also thought that this man's ideas were very strange.

Jiumozhi glanced at Murong Xing and said, "As expected of the son of old Master Murong, he is a man of wisdom!"

A Bi gently pushed the boat open and the boat slowly rowed away. The black-sailed boat rippled in the green river, and after a few turns, it turned into a large lake.

Looking far away, you can see the vast sea of smoke, the distant water reaching the sky, and the lake full of lotus leaves, water chestnut leaves, reeds, and wild rice. A gust of wind comes, and the boat seems to be floating in a painting.

Murong Xing was a young man, and when he heard someone flatter him, he said proudly: "Master, you are the state teacher of Tubo, so you must be a wise man."

Jiumozhi said: "I dare not."

With his upbringing, he naturally wouldn't take the young man's disrespect to heart.

"Buddhism emphasizes the Five Precepts, but human desire is the way of heaven. If a man likes a woman, he will avoid her no matter what!" Murong Xing said:
"Does your sect have a way to have the best of both worlds, without disappointing Tathagata or you?"

"Qing" does not necessarily refer to a woman, it can also refer to other desires in one's heart.

Jiumozhi shook his head and said, "Of course there is none, and there is no need. Form is emptiness and emptiness is form. Cultivation is to see that the five aggregates are empty and to give rise to the mind without any destination."

"When you understand 'form' and 'emptiness', you won't have the thought of having both."

Murong Xing said: "Then, great monk, do you understand the emptiness? Do you have a woman you like?"

Such a question is undoubtedly very rude to someone of Jiumozhi's status.

But Jiumozhi was silent for a while, sighed and said: "How can I be so virtuous and capable of reaching this state? I am just a practitioner on the path of cultivation."

Murong Xing looked at Jiumozhi with interest.

A-Bi on the side said, "Xing'er, you'd better stop asking the young master some weird questions. You see, the young master is either sleeping or going crazy all day, banging his head against the wall."

"Him!" Murong Xing sighed and said, "How could I have met such a brother!"

Jiumozhi asked curiously: "Master Murong has an elder brother? Why have we never heard of him in the martial arts world?"

Murong Bo, the previous owner of the Murong family, was known in the martial arts world for his skill "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi", which made him quite famous.

The Murong family has been quite quiet in this generation.

A Bi said: "Master, you need to pay attention. There is only one Master Murong in the Murong family!"

Murong Xing continued, "That's my troublesome brother, Murong Fu!"

He added: "In the entire Murong family, he has the highest status! The second is Ah Zhu, then Ah Bi, then Dumb Bao and his cat, and finally me!"

"I'm really pitiful!" The way he shook his head was very funny.

Duan Yu also thought this person was very interesting.

Jiumozhi smiled and said, "Oh? I can't help but want to meet this Mr. Murong!"

"If he doesn't sleep, you'll see him soon." Murong Xing pointed ahead and said, "We're almost there."

Jiumozhi looked in the direction and saw a small island where swallows rested.

It is Yanziwu.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the black-sailed boat approached, and there was a middle-aged man fishing near the dock. He was thin and wore a long gray robe.

Murong Xing saw the man and said, "Brother Bao, how was your catch today?"

The middle-aged man ignored him and just kept fishing.

"It's obviously an air force!" Murong Xing shook his head. The man known as Brother Bao was none other than Bao Bu Tong, a retainer of the Murong family.

When Bao Bu Tong heard someone say that he was empty-handed, he immediately picked up the fish basket next to him and shook it, but that didn't mean he was empty-handed.

"Hee!" Murong Xing said with a smile, "Then shall we eat fish sashimi later?"

Bao Bu Tong made a gesture, which meant that there was no problem.

Led by Murong Xing, Jiumozhi finally arrived at Chanhe Manor.

Canhe Manor was extremely elegant, and the six-bay gate was even more magnificent. Before Jiumozhi had time to take a closer look, he followed Murong Xing into the gate, then took a quick look at the courtyard in the courtyard and came to a main hall.

In the main hall there was a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a light crimson gauze shirt, with an oval face, lively eyes, and a very shrewd look.

What was surprising was that the girl had a curved knife with a wooden sheath on her waist.

The scimitar is very curved, like a waning moon, and does not look like an ordinary sword.

"Sister Ah Zhu, I'm back! There are two more people! They said they were passing by here to pay respect to my father!" Murong Xing saw this girl and said, "I wonder what delicious food Sister Ah Zhu prepared today?"

Although the girl in front of him was young, she was very decisive and was already the housekeeper of the Murong family.

Ah Zhu looked at Murong Xing and said, "The guest is here, why don't you go and call the young master?"

When guests come, it is natural to call out the person who is in charge.

In Chanhe Manor, only Murong Fu can make the decision.

Although she is younger than Murong Xing, the tone of her voice is more like that of an older sister.

"Uh..." Speaking of calling Murong Fu, Murong Xing shook his head and said, "Sister Ah Zhu, you should go call him!"

"You!" Ah Zhu said, "I'll go and call them. You stay here to entertain the guests. Someone, bring some tea and snacks!"

She turned around and said to Jiumozhi, "Please sit down for a moment, my dear. I will go and call the young master!"

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together and said, "Please do as you wish!"

Ah Zhu turned around and went to the back hall to call Murong Fu.

As soon as Jiumozhi sat down, servants brought him tea and snacks.

The tea is Biluochun, and the four-color snacks are rose pine nut candy, poria cocos soft cake, jade sweet cake, and lotus root powder and ham dumplings. They are exquisite in shape, and each pastry seems to be made not for eating, but for appreciation.

Murong Xing pointed at Duan Yu and said, "Master, a guest is a guest. Why are you still tying him up? What's going on?"

Jiumozhi thought for a moment, then untied the ropes on Duan Yu and the cloth in his mouth, and said, "Prince, I am sorry for being rude."

"Persimmon? Is there anyone else called this?" Murong Xing asked curiously.

"I'm not Persimmon, I'm Duan Yu, the prince of Dali. I was abducted here by this evil monk!" Duan Yu rubbed his body and said.

"Ah?" Murong Xing was confused. The tied-up man was actually the prince of Dali royal family?

Could it be that monks are not good people?
"This is a long story..." Jiumozhi repeated his words about burning the sword manual.

Anyone who hears that the other party is the elder’s friend and that he or she will keep the promise and fulfill the agreement will be deeply moved.

But Murong Xing was a little off the track. He was dumbfounded. He never expected that this monk, who looked so dignified, could be so cruel.

No wonder some people always say that only bald people are poisonous, and the most poisonous are bald donkeys.

"Master, is burning people alive a Tibetan custom?" Murong Xing said, "We don't do that here!"

"The Tubo people don't burn living people, they just make them into thangkas!" A slightly sleepy voice came from the back hall.

(End of this chapter)