Chapter 365 – Becoming a Buddha on the Ground
At this time it happens that Chai Qingshan and his entourage near the pagoda, Chai Qingshan stood at the bottom of the steps, the old man nodded his head in greeting, beside Qi Xianman was calm and unassuming.
As for Feng Zongxi and Lu Jiejun, the two famous Jianghu bigwigs nowadays, in fact, compared to Chai Qingshan, a truly renowned martial arts master, both belong to the “rising star”, both of them now respectfully salute the young feudal king with a clasp of the fist, and loudly call themselves by their own names.
Xu Fengyen raised his hand and laughed lightly, “Today, this king is just a visitor to Wudang Mountain, you all don’t need to be polite.”
Li stuff secretly made a face.
Xu Fenian would smile.
She coughed ungently and winked at him.
Xu Fengyen held back his laughter and said in a serious manner, “Let me introduce to you, this is Ms. Li, the most chivalrous and righteous, and with a high level of martial arts, the jianghu called ……”
Xu Fengyen paused briefly and quickly turned his head to look at her, winking at her as well.
Back then when they wandered the jianghu together, one of their favorite things to do is to give themselves nicknames, at that time, in addition to the old yellow, the three jianghu fledglings have shallow eye sockets, and can come up with a name, by and large is Feng Zongxi’s “Central Plains Fist of God” stream, how to scare people how to come, sounds the bigger the better, that year the When the runaway Li Zi girl gave herself no less than twenty nicknames, but also old-fashioned lessons Xu Fengyen and the wooden sword guy, we martial arts, only to take the wrong name did not take the wrong nickname, so people in the jianghu lake to treat the matter of nicknames, we must be careful and careful again!
Xu Fengyen saw her mouth clearly, without showing any trace, then said: “Jianghu people Tongxuan fairy, only because Li girl sword sword gun stick none fine, melting cast a furnace, so self-contained, enough to open a sect ……”
The young girl could not be bothered to pose that warrior woman, fire reminds: “My light power, light power don’t forget to say!”
Xu Fengyen could only obediently check the omission and said, “Fairy Li’s lightness is also a masterpiece, can be said to be unique in the martial arts world.”
Feng Zongxi Lu Jiejun these old geezer how fiery eyes, although it is not clear what the young feudal lord is singing, but still is very flattering with the young girl to do a set of jianghu etiquette.
After a board returned the courtesy, she was happy to have enough chivalrous addiction to the mouth.
Suddenly, she whispered, “Xu Fenian, do you still remember the agreement we made back then?”
Xu Fenian nodded with a smile.
In life, if you can lie down, you will never stand.
When mixing in the jianghu, one would never walk if one could fly!
She patted Xu Fenian’s shoulder very nonchalantly.
Xu Fengyen said to the crowd, “Sorry, this king has to go ahead.”
Then he squatted down and after carrying her on his back, his figure rose like a flying rainbow on the flat ground.
When the two reached the top of the Great Lotus Peak, Xu Fengyen was still carrying this heroine, just like back then when she was tired and wanted him to carry her.
She lay on his back and softly said, “Xu Fenian, you’ve always treated me as a sister, right?”
Xu Fengyen gave a hmmm.
She suddenly laughed, “It’s okay!”
Xu Fengnian turned his head slightly and said bitterly, “That hurts your feelings.”
She bumped his forehead with her forehead.
Xu Fengnian turned his head again, full of smiles.
She hugged his neck tightly and asked carefully, “Xu Fengnian, if I leave Beiliang with Stupid North and South, will you be angry?”
Xu Fengnian gently shook his head and said, “Of course not, to fight such a thing, you a woman warrior who wanders the countryside, North and South a monk who eats fasting and remembers Buddha, what is the point of getting involved.”
She sniffled.
Xu Fenian comforted, “I will definitely go to find you guys to fight in the fall in the future.”
She did not say anything.
Between the landscape, the mind of a young girl is better than all landscape poems.
Near the young girl’s home, namely a hastily built thatched hut, a white-robed monk who was originally sitting on a small bench in front of the house sighing, after seeing this scene, the middle-aged monk who was washing his daughter-in-law’s clothes couldn’t be bothered to scrub his clothes, and fiercely got up, and took a big stride towards the humble thatched hut.
Li stuff hurriedly jumped off his back and shouted to Xu Fenian, “The wind is tight tugging and huffing!”
Xu Fengyen ran straight to his feet without saying a word at all.
The white-robed monk soon rushed out of the house with a chopper in his hand in an aggressive manner, raising his eyes and looking around in a murderous manner.
This killing spirit, probably not inferior to the previous foot of the mountain Deng Tai’a holding Tai’a sword style.
We must know that in the past years, the world, recognized Cao Changqing’s Tianxiang realm of the most stylish, Deng Tai’a finger Xuanjian most god, and finally is the two Zen Temple Li Dangxin’s vajra realm, the most invincible!
Li Dangxin’s weather, lying also Buddha, sitting also Buddha, standing also Buddha.
Under the sky is not afraid of Li Dangxin’s character, only a pair of two people.
His daughter-in-law, his daughter-in-law.
The young girl just happens to be one of them, so she simply ignore the father, hands behind the back, humming a little tune, leisurely to wander elsewhere.
This daughter-in-law who doesn’t know how to feel sorry for her father ah.
The white-robed monk sighed heavily, put back the chopper, sat back on the bench, and continued to scrub the clothes.
When the north and south little monk returned to the front of the hut, he heard the master talking to himself there.
The little monk moved a bench and sat down, asking, “Master, how about chanting?”
“Sort of, it’s just harder to read. Every household temple has a difficult scripture na.”
“Master, but the old abbot said that the scriptures are the best to read under the sky.”
“That’s why the Abbot is the Abbot, and you, you can only be the Abbot’s disciple’s disciple.”
“Alas, Master, what if I can’t find a disciple in the future?”
“If our temple is not closed, it is simple, find a dark and windy day, master accompanied you to bring a big bag, casually catch a small bald head back is. Now it is difficult.”
“Master ……”
“My disciple is really far inferior to the old abbot’s disciple.”
“Master, you can just say that your disciple is inferior to you.”
“That won’t do, how can there be such a shameless master.”
“Master, today Yu Fu give people to interpret the divination, but also help people write a family letter, those two old people must give Yu Fu silver, Yu Fu how to put off unsuccessful, know that we master and disciple to often expenses, so the silver stuffed to the disciple, the disciple this will return the silver to him.”
“North and south ah, master can accept such a disciple as you, in fact, the heart is very proud.”
“Master, this money I definitely want to give it to my master’s wife, right, where is my master’s wife?”
“Your Senior Mistress, ah, sleeping. The world loves to sleep, and those who know the three secrets of it well are few and far between, or else why would the ancients say ‘outside the book on intercourse sleep is the most virtuous’? Your master’s wife, more than the master.”
“The master …… disciple only knows the master’s mother’s snore, very powerful …… master can sleep more powerful than anyone.”
“Hm? Stupid north and south, have grown ah.”
“Hey.”
A large and a small bald head, almost at the same time, touched his own bald head.
The white-robed monk touched his head, looked into the distance, and softly said, “A single strand of green silk on your master’s mother’s head is a temple in Master’s heart. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes are the scriptures that Master can’t get tired of reading. The snoring sound of her sleep is the Dharma that Master can’t get tired of hearing ……”
The young monk was dumbfounded, not knowing why Master was suddenly so poetic.
Then only to hear Shifu’s mother humming softly behind the two of them, scolding with a laugh, “Dead look!”
The young monk turned his head and glanced at Shi Niang who was walking back to the house, then looked at the Master who was full of peace and sighed, “Master ah.”
The white-robed monk did not look back, lowered his head to scrub his clothes, and said in a low voice, “Your master’s mother, thinks that she doesn’t actually look good when she puts on rouge, she just wants to hear her master say that she looks good, but she doesn’t know that, in her master’s eyes, she always looks so good, and can’t look any better.”
The little monk hemmed and hawed, “Master Master, the Master’s Mother has gone far away.”
The white-robed monk murmured, “Is Troubled Purity not far away? Not far. The city and the western sky is not far away? Not far. Yin and Yang, life and death are not far away? Not far. Then Master Mother and Master, naturally, are very close.”
The young monk was confused and said with heartfelt admiration, “Master, you are really wise!”
The white-robed monk rewarded the stupid disciple with a chestnut on his bald head, “Looking for a fight! How can any disciple praise his master for having wisdom roots?!”
The young monk had an innocent look on his face.
The middle-aged monk with his back to the hut lowered his voice, “Your master’s wife has really gone far away?”
The little monk turned his head and then turned back again all in a flash, obviously this action has long been skillful to the extreme, nodded his head and said in a deep voice, “The master’s wife has closed all the doors of the house!”
The middle-aged monk gave an oh.
The young monk gave an alas and moved the buckets and scrubbers.
The white-robed monk smiled faintly and said approvingly, “Apprentice, ah, you also have wisdom roots.”
The little monk did not speak.
The white-robed monk folded his hands on his knees, tilted his body back a little, and looked up at the sky.
The world’s scriptures and Buddhist teachings, the poor monk has realized them.
The world’s beautiful scenery, poor monk has seen it all.
Only that face that is often coated with thick rouge, always can’t see enough.
The white-robed monk smiled and touched his head, “Standing on the ground to become a Buddha.”