Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 51
Weng Boying snorted, shook his sleeves, and took the lead after leaving a sentence: "I'm too lazy to know as much as him."

The corners of Zhuge Dan's lips were proud, and he sneered again and again.

The people of Dajing are simple and honest, everyone is kind and harmonious, and loves peace.

Xia Houchun couldn't help laughing, and greeted the "little helper" Zhang Sixi who was shrinking his head, and said with a smile, "Let's go, show us around."

As soon as the business was mentioned, the little helper immediately became full of energy. After coughing lightly, he said happily, "Okay, all nobles, please follow me."

Talking while walking, the little Furen smiled and said, "There are markets around Changguo Temple, besides the Xiugu Gallery, there is also a place for antiques and ink at the back of the temple."

Fang Xirou yelled: "Great talent Weng, don't you, a great literati who plays with words and ink, go find some precious paintings?"

Looking left and right with his hands behind his back, Weng Boying, with three points of curiosity, two points of amazement, and five points of infatuation, snorted softly, spread the paper fan with a puff, and the spring breeze blew on his face.

He shook his head and said: "Ms. Fang's words are wrong. There are too many rare things here. Weng has been in the wild, and his eyes are dazzled. It is really impossible to distinguish, impossible to distinguish."

Zhang Sixi, who thought he was getting a dividend again, looked stagnant, and pursed his mouth secretly. Zhuge Dan smiled, and Yin Yang agreed with no surprise:

"That's right, how can something from a place like Changguo Temple fall into Mr. Weng's eyes? Isn't this a drop in price?"

Su Guitou pulled him quietly, and said in a low voice: "Master, please stop talking."

Xia Houchun didn't have the time to pay attention to them, he glanced at the embroidery stalls everywhere, and said to Zhang Sixi, "Go, quickly take us to the back hall."

Zhang Si likes to call out: "My lord, come with me."

Immediately after seven turns and eight detours, he passed through the side door of the Buddhist hall and came to the back hall.

In front of the hawker stall at the side door, there are cushions, mats, curtains and curtains, pillows, quilts and chairs, etc. In addition, there are Buddha clothes, golden statues, Buddhist shoes and monk hats, etc., which can be regarded as a small market for daily necessities.

A few people opened the golden and bright yellow curtain, listened to the sound of Sanskrit bells, swept across the golden sculptures of Buddhist niches, and strolled in the temples of the Talinn. Sometimes monks passed by in a hurry, their faces were full of glory, and they seemed to have gained a lot.

Zhuge Dan said with emotion: "The place covered by the Buddha's voice is full of miasma. I don't know whether it is the loss of morality or the annihilation of Buddha nature."

"The benefactor's words are wrong!" A long voice came.

Xia Houchun and others turned their heads to look, only to see a handsome and handsome young monk clasped his hands together, and said with a smile:

"Amitabha, all benefactors, the little monk recognizes the cicada and is polite."

Liu Wenzhen squinted her eyes and leaned closer, slightly arched and tense, while Fang Xirou looked on with a blank expression on her face.

On the contrary, Xia Houchun's heart moved, and he glanced at Liu Wenzhen, who was facing a formidable enemy, and knew that this person was extraordinary, probably no less than a master of Qingdan realm.

He jumped out of the crowd and said with a loud smile: "Don't blame Master Zhichan, they speak without intention, and they didn't mean to offend."

Knowing the cicada's oily face, the smiling face made Xia Houchun's heart tremble, and he secretly muttered to himself, could it be that this person has returned from training, otherwise why does he look more and more like an old and cunning person?

Shi Chan said with a smile: "Prince Chunxi has a big heart, but the little monk is not in case."

Unwilling to let it go?

Xia Houchun frowned, and after a flash of his eyes, he smiled and said: "Master is not only noble in Buddhism, but also has such a unique vision, but this palace has eyes that don't know Mount Tai. If there is any impoliteness, I hope the master will forgive me."

The monk shook his head, waved his hands and replied: "I just know superficially, it's hard to wait for the elegant hall, but it makes His Highness laugh."

After he glanced at Zhuge Dan who was laughing dryly, he invited Xia Houchun just now: "There are a few bowls of vegetarian food in the temple. If your highness doesn't mind, you can have a chat on the floor."

It's fine if there is no chasing and fighting, Xia Houchun secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately waved his hands with a smile: "Master's heart is my heart, and the vegetarian diet is fine, but the master has leisure, can you let Xiahou feel the influence of my Buddha?"

The Xiahou clan advocated Taoism, but now that Xuanzong and Dajing were fighting against each other, Buddhism saw a good opportunity to make a fortune with a single mind.

What monks do to make money is naturally not to spend time and wine, but to save money to buy houses, materials and land, and a vigorous model of "building temples and temples" has been opened in ten states and hundreds of states in the Great Jingguo.

Yasukuni 480 temples, how many towers are in the mist and rain.

Of course, all of this naturally cannot do without the acquiescence and support of Wanning Palace.

Emperor Jing joined forces with the Taoist sect, and Confucianism and Buddhism were brutally suppressed. They were even "destroyed and destroyed" for a time, and almost retreated to their lairs.

Dajing, who wanted to counteract the "unity of government and morality", had no choice but to support the intervention of a "third party" in addition to differentiation.

Fang Xirou's secret voice suddenly came from my ear: "Shi Chan is the closed disciple of Master Zong Gao of the Shi Clan, so it should not be underestimated."

Xia Houchun's eyes were fixed quietly, Zong Gao was one of the five heads of Fukong Temple.

The Fukong Temple claims to be "doing good deeds and accumulating virtues, and spreading favors widely", but in fact, since the eastward journey, it has accumulated Buddhist and Taoist capital, grabbed the benefits of Taoism, and recruited believers. Its great ambitions have long been self-evident.

"What cultivation base?" He quietly replied.

During the previous boat trip, Xiahou Chunke didn't just care about flirting and cursing. If he didn't advance on the road of cultivation, he would retreat. Naturally, there was no room for a moment of slack, so he adjusted his breath and meditated day and night.

In my spare time, I have learned the techniques of 'transmitting sound into the ear', 'floating three feet above the ground' and 'flying with the sword', but unfortunately the true energy is not enough to brew the magic weapon of life.

Real Qi Realm can only control the magic weapon, control the qi with thoughts, use Qi to move the law, and then urge the magic weapon to kill people and fight.

Transmitting sound into the ear and floating three feet on the ground are only temporary control methods, only flying with the sword still needs the coordination of mind and profound energy.

Moreover, the requirement for true qi is extremely high, half a 'Hui Xuan Dan' will be consumed in a short time of effort, after all, Yujian kills people thousands of miles away, how can it be the same as fighting in close quarters.

"Leaving the Dust Realm!" Fang Xirou slowly uttered a sentence after being silent for a moment.

Those who are free from dust are also without dirt.From the perspective of Buddhism, when sitting in meditation, the mind may be polluted and purified, so the body will be dirty. Only after brushing the seven emotions, removing the six roots, and removing the dirt and pure emotions, can one have a pure body and reach this state. It is called 'Lichen'.

Below it is the "Summi Realm". Therefore, when you first enter the realm of receiving Zen, you can sit and observe all things that are possible, condense the flowers of the void, and realize that "emptiness is form, and form is emptiness" and get rid of formlessness, so it is also called "Phaselessness Realm". The power is comparable to the true energy of Taoism.

After a quick explanation to Xia Houchun, Fang Xirou paused, and secretly said:
"Lichen is no small matter. The weak are nothing but true energy, and the strong are comparable to Qingdan, but there are also some evildoers who can expand this realm into an infinitely perfect realm, and they can rival Lianying!"

Listen to his words and understand his meaning. Could it be that this monk is already comparable to 'Lienying'?
On the other hand, looking at himself, he was only comparable to the 'Wuxiang' little novice. Xia Houchun's heart skipped a beat, and he quietly asked, "How strong is this monk?"

Fang Xirou's eyes flashed a trace of solemnity, and after a little silence, Ben just burst out a seemingly irrelevant sentence:

"The closed door disciple of the first floating seat, only Xuanzong Daozi can match!"

That is the invincible hand of the younger generation, so what a fart.

Fang Xirou was on the side, and the little monk was familiar with her. He clasped his hands and said with a smile, "Benefactor Fang, the little monk is being polite."

(End of this chapter)