"Come on, I will ask you to answer. Passionate hatred since ancient times, what's the next sentence?"

In the early morning, the blind man asked Xue San who was sitting in front of him while making tea.

Xue San immediately replied with a smile:

"This hatred will never end."

The blind man nodded and said, "Another one who was led astray by a pig."

"amount…"

"It is the origin of good dreams that is the easiest to wake up."

"I haven't heard of it, no, you are scolding me for being as stupid as a pig?" Xue San understood.

The blind man picked up the teacup and took a sip, but he felt that the tea was not too comfortable. He hesitated and put it down again. It's hot. It's better to get something cool. It seems that you have to find it later. Ming points ice cubes.

"I mean, in fact, we all have a lot of freedom. Under this limit of freedom, each of us can do what we like, but if it exceeds this limit, we cannot be allowed.

It's like what you did last time, which is actually equivalent to pitting all of us. "

"I was scammed by Ali. The idiot didn't tell me everything. Also, you guys don't know or how to drop them, aren't you looking at the direction of my wind?"

"Yes." The blind man said for granted.

"Since it's looking at my wind direction, are you embarrassed to talk about me now?"

"Sorry, do you know the difference between a pioneer and a scam? Actually, it is the person who walks in the forefront of a road. If this road is finally cleared, it is called a pioneer. If the road is blocked, it is called a scam. .

Therefore, you are a fraud. "

"Hey, hey, early in the morning, I just came to you to ask for some money, you have to bury me a meal, right?"

"To be idle is to be idle." The blind man didn't care.

Just then, Siniang walked in.

Today's Si Niang wears a long purple dress and a phoenix hairpin on his head.

The blind man gave a slight expression, then smiled relievedly.

Xue Sanyi didn't react at first, and after Siniang sat down, Xue Sangang was about to speak, but suddenly he was taken aback and hurriedly said:

"Si Niang, have you become?"

Siniang stretched out his hand, picked up an account book that had just been delivered this morning, and nodded as he opened it.

"How did it happen?" Xue San couldn't understand it very much.

"That's it."

"Then you... it's nothing more. I won't ask. There are thousands of people and thousands of roads. If I continue to ask, I have to pit me in, Siniang, you can approve this list for me. I want to build these workshops first. , I need some equipment to be built."

The group of people under Xue San was personally trained by him, and he would also design some special equipment to equip them, and these equipment are generally not promotional. Firstly, the promotion value is not great, and secondly, it is. Can't afford to promote.

"Okay, let it go here, I'll give you permission to send you there this afternoon."

"Sure, then I will leave, you guys talk."

Xue San got up and left the signing room.

The blind man immediately faced Siniang and said, "Congratulations."

Siniang shook his head and said:

"I really want to congratulate me, it would be better to fight with me now and see if your mental power has my needles now."

After every promotion, there is an urge to find someone to fight.

The blind man smiled bitterly:

"Can't beat it."

"Not interesting."

"Today's list, I sent it, you can work harder."

"Got it."

The blind man got up and left without any delay.

Siniang quickly read the account book at hand, put it aside after being red, and moved his finger slightly.

Thinking of what I said to the Lord last night,

You are the only man in this world.

Rao is a veteran on Fengyue Field, and Si Niang's face flushed unconsciously.

This is really from my heart,

She is not interested in men, but instead, she is a woman.

Since you are a woman, you will always have needs. You want to find someone to try to get along with, find someone to try to have a relationship, try to talk about love, whether it is spiritual or physical, you must have an object.

In this world, only the Lord can give her the feeling of being a man.

Even if she does not love the Lord, it is not the love of men and women, but she has no choice.

Does this count as love?

Siniang is also not sure.

However, after listening to what he said last night, the Lord first let himself use his hands, then let himself use his feet, and finally let himself use his mouth three times in a row.

When he got up, the Lord was still asleep.

How does it feel to love someone?

Siniang didn't know the answer.

But when he got up, seeing his body hollowed out, there was indeed a great sense of accomplishment and satisfaction in his heart.

I can't wait to flip through the second account book,

Si Niang's eyes immediately cooled down.

The quill dipped in red paint drew a large circle on an area.

This circle means that people are going to die again.

Siniang thought of what the blind man had said to herself,

Those dirty hands, which can't be cut off, will grow out again if they are cut off.

The blind man said,

People will still get dirty after taking a bath. Is it possible that because of this, they will never take a bath again?

The Lord said that he wanted to go to the south of the country to relax,

Actually Si Niang wanted to go too,

Going around, from the westernmost part of Yan State to the easternmost part of Jin State, what changed was the scenery, and what remained unchanged was the roughness in the red tent.

It seems that only in Qianguo Jiangnan can you find the real brothel exquisiteness.

It's just a pity,

Now that the matter at hand has not been dealt with properly, if you want to go out for a stroll, you have to wait until everything at Snow Customs is on the right track.

At the same time, the identity of the Lord is different, and if something happens, it is not a joke.

Siniang sighed.

Picked up the third account book again.

…

"Master, this is the Xuehai Customs House. Look, they are doing a lot of construction work, and the people are not going to make a living!"

"Hey!"

The old monk is a hairy chestnut to his apprentice.

The little monk was very wronged while clutching his light head.

"Like Fan, I told you to read too much, but don't write everything."

"But here obviously..."

"Daxing Civil Engineering must be the cause of the people's unpopularity? Look at it. Although the people here are working hard, but there is no decadence on their faces, it is clear that they have the appearance of a Buddha in their hearts."

There is a Buddha in the heart, and the Buddha here can be understood as hope.

"But everyone in the world suffers. How can we drive labor like this..."

Monk Kongyuan immediately planned to come with another Mao chestnut when he heard the words, but seeing his disciple still holding his head, he had to bend his knees and slap his **** severely against his disciple.

"what!"

The little monk Liao Fan was very aggrieved and covered his **** again.

"What kind of a bargain should be raised with the master? If the world is all cultivating Buddhism, who will grow the land for us to eat? Who will build the temple? Who will build the Buddha statue?

Buddhism is suffering, but any suffering with the word ‘清’ in front of it is actually not so suffering, but it is a kind of sentiment. "

"Master, you misunderstand Buddhism."

"You and I are Buddhas, and all beings are Buddhas. Where can there be a unified Buddha?"

"Master, I can't tell you."

"Then take care of your mouth. You look at the cruising armored men over there, then you look at there, it is clearly a barbarian tent, and at the foot of the mountain, they are all barbarian slaves.

This uncle Hirano is destined to be a murderous master. After you enter in a while, you will speak wild words again. Don't think that people will think that you are young and cute than you. "

"Master, the disciple knows."

"It's fine to know, go and send the reward."

"But there is no temple here?"

"When we come, the temple will come."

"But this rebate was issued by the Chu State Yamen. We are the monks recognized by the Chu State Yamen. We take the rebate issued by the Chu Yamen and come to Yan Ren. Master, you are not afraid..."

"That's me and the monks on behalf of Chu area, come to take refuge in the real Dayan."

"..." The little monk Fan.

"Hurry up?"

"Master, you are really shameless."

"Go as a teacher!"

Monk Kongyuan kicked over.

…

"master."

"Are you coming back so soon?"

"Well, the disciple asked, and the yaman over there said, here in the earl's mansion, we accept these gods."

"God stick you are tall, **** stick you are tall!"

After a couple of hairy chestnuts went down, the little monk's head was red with naked eyes.

"Master, they said so."

"Can you have fast food?"

"Just eat, drink, and shelter."

"Where?"

"There is a place called Temple Terrace in the city."

"Walk."

"But they call us magic sticks."

"But Master, I'm hungry!"

Monk Kongyuan led the young monk into the Snow Customs, but he didn't encounter any obstacles when he entered the city gate. After entering, smelling the fragrance from the surrounding pavements, the five internal temples of the two monks, one large and one small, began chanting.

It's just that the Yamen called Temple Terrace is close to the North Gate, so the two of them still have a way to go.

At this time,

There was a group of children running in a line in front, about 800 people, all 13 or 14-year-old boys, wearing uniform grey practice clothes, and the same boots under their feet.

The leader is a school lieutenant, dressed in armor, leading the group of children in running.

Seeing this scene, Monk Kongyuan stopped subconsciously and watched the group of children running past him in rows.

"Master, I'm hungry."

The young monk Lefan urged the old monk to hurry up and eat fast food.

Monk Kongyuan smacked his lips and said:

"It's quite strange. What can you see from the 800 children who are as old as you?"

"See what?"

"There is a suffocating anger on them."

"Silly?"

"boom!"

Another hairy chestnut knocked it down.

"pain!"

"It's evil spirits, evil spirits! The ancestors have spirits, the descendants worship the blood of their ancestors, and the ancestors protect the descendants. This is the outline of yin and yang ethics."

"What's so strange about this master, who has no ancestors."

"This is different, these children are different. I ask you to learn more, see more, and know what to eat all day long. Look at you for this."

"What the gods are talking about." At this moment, a Lifu pushing a pallet passed by and smiled at the monk: "The Gang group of children belong to the righteous hall in the school. Earlier, they were all orphans. Born, he was adopted by our earl’s mansion. Later, some soldiers died in battle. Because there was no future, he donated the pension money to the school and chose a child from the orphans to change his surname.

You said that they are orphans. There are indeed no fathers or mothers, but at home, they all enshrine tablets. "

Monk Kongyuan heard this and thoughtfully said: "No wonder, no wonder."

"Hey, you two monks, did you go to the temple platform?" Lifu asked.

"Exactly."

"You can only go to the temple platform. In other places in our Xue Customs, you can't get food. Our Xue Customs don't raise idlers. If you want to be idlers, you don't have food to eat.

The earl’s mansion allows us to burn paper and allow us to pay homage, but we don’t allow us to raise monks and Taoists to do errands. If we catch one, we will grab one of them. What they say is the breaking of feudal superstition. "

"Master, what does feudal superstition mean?" Monk Liao Fan asked his master.

"It's nothing fart."

Monk Kongyuan saluted the Lifu with his hands together:

"Amitabha Buddha, thank you donor for your doubts."

"It's done, I won't talk to you. I have to go to the front street to deliver the goods. Now, the temple platform will go straight ahead, and when you reach the front street corner, turn left and you will be there."

"Thank you donor."

Monk Kongyuan led his apprentice to continue walking, and according to the previous instructions of Lifu, he quickly found the temple platform.

There is no guard at the entrance of the temple platform. This gate is also very small, and the plaque is also very small. On both sides, there is a pork shop on one side and a mutton restaurant on the other, which is much more generous than this temple platform.

After the master and apprentice entered, they found a small table in the inner door, behind the table was a clerk sitting there, yawning.

Seeing someone coming, and looking at the robes on the two of them, the teacher and apprentice, the official opened the booklet in front of him, picked up the writing brush, and asked:

"Name, place of origin, where you have been, in detail, there must be no mistakes."

"Poor monk Kongyuan, this is the poor monk's disciple, Liao Fan, the poor monk is a god, who became a monk in the Kingdom of Qian, then entered the Kingdom of Chu, and obtained the salvation. This is it."

The official Wen stretched out his hand to take the Dubao delivered by the old monk, glanced at it, didn't really take it seriously, and returned it to the old monk, saying:

"Monk, right? Read a few passages to listen to. Don't be vague, speak louder."

Monk Kongyuan motioned to his apprentice to come forward,

Leo Fan walked to the table and began to recite the scriptures, the words were round and round, without any hindrance. At the same time, listening to the scriptures read by him, it seemed that his mood had calmed down. In this summer heat, Actually felt the slightest coolness.

After listening to it for a while, the official literally raised his hand unfinishedly and said:

"Stop, it's okay, you keep these two signs, go in, inside the courtyard, the front entrance is the school building, the left turn is the dining room, the right turn is the dormitory, and someone has re-arranged you inside."

"Thank you donor."

"Thank you donor."

Monk Kongyuan took his apprentice in. The master and apprentice didn’t hesitate. They turned left and went into the food house. Because the meal was over, there were no people in it, only two aunts and aunts were busy working in it. Seeing that the two monks were coming, A mother-in-law shouted:

"Only steamed buns are left."

"Bantou is good," Kong Yuan said.

"The steamed bun is very good," said Lefan.

Six steamed buns were brought up. It was cold, but with hot water, the two monks ate very sweetly.

After they finished eating, the two monks were just about to go out when they saw a sergeant in armor coming in and pointing at the two men:

"You are new here, go, go inside, class starts."

"But is there a great virtue and eminent monk talking about Buddha here?" Monk Kongyuan asked.

Fangwaizhimen is mainly based on the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, and there are more. But no matter which school, in order to promote their own disciples, they will inevitably have to start classes and promote their ideas in order to gain wide audiences. Disciple's.

"Haha." The sergeant smiled and said: "You'll know if you go, go quickly, don't drag."

The master and apprentice did not dare to delay, and went straight, only to find that dozens of people were already sitting inside.

There were those in Taoist robes, some in cassocks, and some in all kinds of weird clothes. Everyone was sitting there, listening very carefully.

The lecturer was not a high moral monk, but a blind man.

The blind man looked very young, with his eyes closed, but his speech was extremely organized, and he felt very comfortable.

Monk Kongyuan and his apprentice found two futons and sat down.

This blind man is not talking about Buddhism or Taoist scriptures, but he is inseparable from Buddhism and Taoism. You can even find out many shadows of other disciples from it;

Obviously there are so many mixed things, but it doesn't sound messy and cumbersome. With a clear context, it instinctively makes you feel that this is the truth;

Listen listen,

The monk Liao Fan's face was fascinated and intoxicated.

Kongyuan frowned deeper and deeper,

He immediately stretched out his hand and pinched his apprentice.

However, the little monk of Liao Fan seemed to be unaware, and continued to be intoxicated.

"Amitabha."

Monk Kongyuan chanted a Buddha's name in a low voice, then pinched the Buddha seal with his hand and directly touched his disciple's eyebrows.

Monk Lefan woke up in shock, and then took a breath. The place where he was pinched by his master now really hurts.

"master?"

"go!"

Monk Kongyuan immediately grabbed his disciple and walked out.

At this time,

The blind man who was teaching,

A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

When Monk Kongyuan took his apprentice out of the temple gate, the official sitting in the inner gate saw him and did not stop him, just saying:

"Out of this door, and then come in for free eating, drinking and sleeping, but it won't be done."

"Master, we won't leave!"

Monk Lefan immediately grabbed his master.

"Ah."

The old monk Kongyuan gave a chuckle, looked back at the school, and said:

"Such a place that devours your mind, if you stay, you will have to be swallowed by him from head to toe, and you still need your belly to eat?"

After talking,

Monk Kongyuan forcibly dragged the young monk Fan out of the temple platform.

Sitting on the second floor of a mutton soup restaurant next to the temple platform, Uncle Zheng, who ran out to drink soup because he got up late today, sat next to Uncle Zheng and Ah Ming.

"Oh, that's weird. After entering the blind man's mouth, he can run out again by himself."

Uncle Zheng said while chewing on the bones of the sheep while pointing down.

A Ming also glanced outwards, and said, "Perhaps, there is a real way."

"Hehe, aren't you nonsense? How can you come out if you don’t know how to do it. But it’s a pity, you said, it’s a shame that you always get a lot of money, it doesn’t seem to be good. True or false, the effect is estimated to be the best."

"Master, subordinates go down and stop them?"

"No hurry, no hurry, they are still in the city anyway, yo, they looked up, looking at you, Ah Ming, I said, did you just show them killing intent?"

On the street downstairs, the old monk looked up to the second floor.

A Ming replied:

"Subordinates worry about being an assassin."

In this world, there are indeed real strong men. They may not have much effect when the two armies confront each other, and they can still drown in a sea of ​​soldiers.

But at certain specific moments, the surpassing of personal strength can have a miraculous effect.

For example, the Juggernaut assassinated the old Situ, and killed Gremu in front of the Snow Customs;

Another example is that in the past, the Tibetan Master and Bailijian went to Yanjing, which attracted all the Yanjing Forbidden Army to guard.

In the past, Sha Tuo Queshi was killed outside the gate of the Hou Mansion, but if he could tactfully go to assassinate the princess, then the princess would have to weigh carefully if he wanted to go out in the future.

It is precisely because of this that Uncle Zheng will carry the coffin of Sha Tuo Queshi wherever he goes, and will spend so much time licking the sword master.

You have to have thousands of troops, but you can't lack the top combat power of the trump cards around you. Otherwise, people will come out "Jingke assassinate King Qin", where are you going to cry?

Why is Jingnan Hou so terrible?

Because he not only has thousands of troops and horses, but his personal strength has defeated the Juggernaut, this is truly invulnerable.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

"Hey, it seems that this Xue Customs has come to the wrong teacher as a teacher."

"Then let's go, sir, since we are full anyway, we just ran away."

"It's easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down."

Talking,

The old monk Kongyuan immediately took his apprentice by the hand and walked into this mutton soup restaurant.

The monk came to eat the mutton, and immediately attracted a lot of attention, but the monk Kongyuan was unmoved, and took the apprentice's hand and went straight to the second floor.

But they had just entered the steps on the second floor, and they were directly targeted by more than a dozen crossbow arrows before they could see the layout of the second floor.

They are all military-standard crossbow arrows, and their lethality is naturally terrifying at such a close distance.

The little monk Liao Fan was frightened immediately. He was young, how could he withstand such a battle.

The old monk Kongyuan is free and easy and natural, without fear.

Zheng Fan shouted while chewing on the bones of the sheep:

"What's the matter, the monk has to come up and open the meat?"

Monk Kongyuan put his hands together and said:

"The poor monk is here to say farewell to the donor."

Zheng Fan dropped the leg of lamb that was almost gnawed by himself, reached out and picked up a veil, and wiped his hands as he said:

"I just came and left, doesn't it mean that my uncle was not well served?"

The little monk Leifan's eyes widened immediately. This is Uncle Hirano!

Monk Kongyuan leaned over and saluted:

"I thought that uncle here is a pure land. Whoever thinks, uncle has a ravine in his heart, so he will put up a fence outside this place."

The implication is that Zheng Fan controlled the group of outsiders, that is, the group of magic sticks, and transformed and used them.

No matter whether they are true or not, they are actually monks in name. Even monks who see the emperor and generals do not need to kneel because they are no longer under secular constraints, but this uncle Hirano had the idea of ​​a monk.

"Heh, don't monks also have to eat? There is no reason why monks don't have to do things, and if everyone in the world is a monk, then no one is a monk."

Monk Kongyuan heard this and exclaimed:

"Poor monks are taught."

The little monk Liao Fan immediately learned his master’s appearance and put his hands together in a serious way:

"Little monk is taught."

At this time, the blind man also finished the course from the temple platform and walked over. When he saw the blind man also came, Zheng Fan waved his hand to signal the group of guards around him to retreat.

No matter what, this is the Snow Customs, with A Ming and the blind guarding him. Even if this monk is a hidden master, it is very difficult to kill himself.

Monk Kongyuan saw the blind man and said:

"Dare to ask the donor, is it a Buddha or a demon?"

The blind man smiled and said, "The Buddha said that I am a Buddha, then I am a Buddha, and the devil said I am a demon, then I am a demon."

Monk Kongyuan felt that he had been baptized again.

Immediately:

"The poor monk has been taught."

"Little monk has been taught."

The little monk Liaofan recited these words silently in his heart. Normally, he followed his master to go north and south, and met some masters giving lectures. He often listened to a whole day to hear a sentence or two of Jifeng. These Jifeng are very useful. According to the master, if you can get a good meal and accommodation in the future to win the approval of the dignitaries, you have to rely on these opportunities.

Who would have thought, the people in the snow customs, it seems that Jifeng really came here, quickly memorize it, and remember it in my heart, and I will have to rely on them for food in the future.

In fact, in later generations, this is a 50% warning motto, and 40% is speciously blended with 10% of Buddhism. Mass production is really not difficult.

Moreover, whoever speaks is often more influential than the "word" itself.

Uncle Zheng is now the Emperor Yan's personal seal of Uncle Hirano, the general soldier of the Xue Customs, at least on the boundary of the Xue Customs, he can be regarded as touching the threshold that fart is a Zen machine.

Zheng Fan waved to the two monks and motioned for them to come.

Monk Leifan sniffed when he saw the lamb on the table.

"Eat it."

Monk Leo Fan looked at the master.

Monk Kongyuan said:

"Amitabha, since your uncle is forcing you to prescribe meat precepts with swords and soldiers, then you can eat it."

"Amitabha."

The little monk grabbed the lamb and began to eat it.

Zheng Fan silently drew out the Chinese iron box, took out a cigarette, delivered one to the blind man, and bit one of it himself. When he was about to put it away, he saw that the old monk Kongyuan also stretched out his hand.

"The monk also smokes?"

"Although tobacco hurts, it refreshes people."

Nowadays, tobacco is not completely popular in the East. After all, the style of taking the medicine is legitimate, and it is not that no one uses tobacco, but most of them are used as medicinal materials. The folks have always said that cigarettes can be ignited to remove filth. .

Translated into modernization, people think that tobacco can be disinfected if it is lit, so that it is not easy to get sick, and it can even live longer.

This monk can know that tobacco hurts his body, which means he is indeed an expert. I remember that when Jingnan Hou saw that he smoked, he said that this was harmful to the martial artist's physique, because Jingnan Hou tempered his body since he was a child and naturally understood the way.

However, this is nothing to Zheng Fan. He is not an ascetic monk. Moreover, two packs of cigarettes a day at the house studio in his previous life were not enough. In this life, he smoked less, but he has been practicing physical fitness. What else can't you think of?

The old monk took the cigarette, learned the posture of Zheng Fan and the blind man, and bit it in his mouth.

Zheng Fan used the Huozhezi to light a cigarette, and then handed the Huozhezi to the blind man, and the blind man ordered it by himself before going to help the old monk order it.

The old monk hurriedly got up and said politely:

"There is a benefactor."

The three men all lit their cigarettes.

The old monk smoked naturally. Obviously, even if he had never smoked cigarettes before, he definitely tried tobacco.

"Old monk, you said that this thing hurts your body, how can you still use it?"

The old monk replied:

"It's just a smelly skin. What's the matter? If you decay sooner, the poor monk will be able to ascend to bliss sooner."

"I really can see it."

"Uncle laughed."

The blind man had been smoking in silence without speaking.

"Old monk, why come to my snow customs?"

"The poor monk thought that this place would be a pure land."

"Hehe, there were still corpses here half a year ago, what is pure land?"

"There are indeed a lot of people who die, and there are many who die. The place where more people die is naturally a pure land for the poor monks."

"Tsk."

Zheng Fan laughed.

Then he ordered:

"Come on, give this little master another pot of wine."

Hearing the words, the little monk Liao Fan looked up at his master while biting the leg of the lamb.

"Hey, since Uncle Hirano used a sword to force you to break the wine ring, then you can break it. The Buddha knows your difficulties and won't blame it."

"Well, master."

When the wine comes up,

The little monk Liao Fan directly pulled out the stopper on the small wine jar, slurped to his mouth and started drinking, and then put down the wine jar.

"what!"

immediately,

Continue to chew the leg of lamb;

Look at this, the amount of alcohol is absolutely good.

"Uncle, the poor monk knows what you intend to do."

"Oh, what?"

Monk Kongyuan stretched his finger to the north and said:

"The uncle was given the title of Uncle Ping Ye by His Majesty Yan Huang. Now that he guards the Snow Customs, what needs to be dealt with most is naturally the savages on the snowy field.

The snowfield is too big and vast. Although the snowfield savages are scattered in sand, it is not easy to clean them up.

What the uncle wants is a soldier who won't fight. "

"You keep talking."

"Next, it should be the uncle who said to the poor monk."

"Oh? What should I say?"

"Uncle, this matter, the poor monk is willing to go."

"Why do I want to run out of the temple platform?"

"The poor monk has been wandering around many ancient temples, but he has never placed an order for a long time, just because the poor monk feels that the Buddha can kneel, but people can't kneel. Of course, the uncle is forced by swords and soldiers, and the poor monk can kneel."

"You mean, you want a temple of your own?"

"Yes."

"It's not difficult for you."

"The temple must not only be guarded by a true Buddha, but also a human Buddha."

The typical meaning is that the temple must have a backstage.

Zheng Fan wanted to laugh a little, remembering that Siniang once said the same thing when he had a meeting.

"Ben, I can promise you, provided that you have to do things first, and things are done. Ben doesn't mind if you open a temple in Xueguan, even if you want to open an ancestral court, Ben will support you."

"Poor monk, thank you Uncle."

"It's done?"

"Isn't it?"

"I have nothing to say."

"But the poor monk believed it."

"Tsk, you monk is really funny, blind man."

"Subordinates are here."

"Between you, talk more about the training work in the temple platform and see if you can hand it over to him."

After all, blind people have too many things to do, and it’s good to find a helper to share the pressure.

At the moment, the most important thing is to educate the recruits and the ideological and political education of Keyan's tribe. This work cannot be done by others.

"Yes, Lord."

The old monk put his hands together and said sincerely:

"The poor monk will not disappoint his uncle."

"If things are done well, even if you want to open a large temple in Yanjing City, Ben will be able to help you do it."

Monk Kongyuan opened his mouth in surprise when he heard this. This is not a pretense, because at this moment, he figured out a lot.

"The savage is not the real uncle..."

"Ha ha."

Zheng Fan leaned back slightly,

Knees up,

Squeeze out the cigarette **** in your hand directly,

Road:

"The snowy field is big and there are indeed many savages, but these have not been put in the eyes of the uncle, count forward, eight hundred years, what do you know, is the real confidant of my Dayan!"

It's a barbarian!

"We know that people don't talk secretly. Within three years, you can achieve results in Xueyuan. It is not a dream for you to enter the Yanjing hall in the future and be entitled to be a teacher.

My Majesty Dayan is the most generous in this regard. "

According to Zheng Fan's understanding of Emperor Yan, if you can help solve the barbarian problem, the national teacher is really nothing.

Monk Kongyuan said immediately:

"Thank you, Uncle for your support."

"blind."

"Yes."

The blind man got up and said to the two: "Please follow me."

"Good, good."

Monk Kongyuan stretched out his hand to grab the little monk's greasy hand, and dragged him down the stairs with the blind man.

A Ming said:

"Lord, is it reliable?"

"Just give it a try. Anyway, it means that dozens or hundreds of sacred sticks are sent to the snowy field. There is nothing to lose to us. Oh no, I can't let you cooperate at that time."

"Let your subordinates cooperate?"

"Perform the art of reviving the dead."

"Okay, Lord."

"On the other side of the workshop, is it starting?"

"It's already moving, Lord."

"Well, hurry up, it's hard work."

"The Lord's words are heavy."

"This mutton soup is pretty good. The new mansion is about to be completed, and I will move it to the mansion."

So far in the city, all foreign businesses are under the name of Earls Court, and the transfer of chefs is really just a sentence.

"Okay, Lord, I'll talk to Siniang."

"Ok."

"Ok."

"You have nothing to say to me?"

Now that you have a chance to speak, is it possible that you don't want to upgrade?

"Master, the subordinates haven't thought about it yet."

"Then you think about it slowly, don't worry."

...

"Two masters, this is where you will rest in the future, and the temple platform is in front. Master Kongyuan will teach with me tomorrow."

"There's Mr. Laube."

"Master is polite."

At this time, someone brought tea and set it on.

The blind man said:

"These two people serve the two masters."

"Don't do it, don't do it, extravagance and simple cowardice frequently appear."

"It was me who was abrupt, so go back to the yamen."

"Yes, Mr. Wind."

"Yes, Mr. Wind."

The two servants left.

The corners of the old monk Kongyuan's mouth trembled.

The little monk Liao Fan immediately said, "Mr. Feng, my master is just a good face, and he is polite."

"Evil, shut up!"

The blind man didn't care, and said, "I will send two servants over later."

"Woman?" Monk Leifan was about to speak.

"boom!"

A Mao chestnut hit his bare head directly.

Monk Kongyuan immediately said:

"Since the earl's mansion is forced by swords and soldiers, the poor monk can only be disrespectful, Amitabha, the Buddha will forgive the poor monk."

"That's the truth."

Monk Kongyuan immediately brought the topic back to business, and said:

"Uncle's major event, the poor monk has already understood it in his heart, but for some specific matters, we still need to ask Mr. Feng to mention the poor monk more."

"It's natural. You and I are working for your uncle, and we can work together to help each other."

"In other words, since the poor monk entered the city, he has looked at the layout of the city, but has it been rebuilt?"

"We have suffered military disasters, and the city has been destroyed a lot, and it has naturally been rebuilt."

"The layout of the new city seems to be the same, especially the earl's mansion that will be built. Although it is located to the north, it avoids the evil spirits on the feng shui. At the same time, it holds the life gate and faintly forms an echoing pattern with the tail of the broken mountain range on this day;

Such finishing touches are made by Mr. Feng? "

"The master said and laughed, I don't dare to take credit for it."

"Hey, there are other strange people in the city? I wonder if the poor monk will be lucky enough to meet?"

"There will naturally be opportunities in the future."

The address of the earl’s mansion should be close to the north gate, because it is close to the Juggernaut; the specific location and orientation were chosen by Liang Cheng.

Let him lie down,

See where he feels comfortable lying down,

Choose where to start the construction of the earl’s mansion.

After all, it is inevitable for people who look at Feng Shui to have high or low level, but whether the position is good or not, the one who is buried actually has the most say.

"Under the earl's mansion, it seems that there are a lot of capable people and strangers. It is really fortunate for the poor monks to be able to get the uncle's fancy and work under the uncle's hands.

However, the poor monk is curious about one more thing. "

"Master, but it doesn't hurt to ask."

"Such a trick...

Oh no,

Who proposed this kind of meritorious Dafa, which is incapable of being incapable of being taught by all the people?

The poor monk had also heard that there was a savage king on the snowy plain, which was so disturbed that the Jin region was uneasy, but he was escorted into Yanjing.

If the Savage King knew that the snowy field would take on such a pattern in the future, he would not know what he would feel in his heart. "

The blind man smiled slightly, but did not rush to answer the question.

Because it was the Savage King who made this suggestion, and even some of the doctrines and theories that fit the Savage, or the Savage King himself modified it based on the stellar belief, in the hope that the Savage will have better results when being taught.

"Master, this policy was made by my uncle."

"Hey, uncle is really a talent, and the poor monk admires him."

"The master has asked so much, I have one thing too."

"Mr. Wind, please speak."

"How high is the master's cultivation base?"

In the previous lectures, being able to stay awake from his hypnotic environment was obviously capable of cultivation. The blind man can be sure of this.

But the blind man couldn't know how profound the cultivation of this monk was.

"The monks can be very high or very low. The high is comparable to the sky, and the low is as dusty. It is about the state of mind.

But it is often useless to fight in this fight, so when facing the military crossbow, the poor monk looked indifferent on the surface, but in fact, he was already flustered. "

"Then I will be more interested, I will wait and see, I hope the master will complete it."

"Mr. Wind is..."

"Although I am blind, my heart can be seen."

"That's the truth, that poor monk, in front of Mr. Feng, showed his ugliness."

Monk Kongyuan closed his eyes and put his hands together.

After a while,

Opened eyebrows,

The eyes are clear, the ancient well is waveless,

Shen said:

"My Buddha is merciful."

For a while,

"In sight" of the blind man, he saw Monk Kongyuan was constantly getting taller, taller, and taller. He had already broken through the roof and was still climbing.

This is the inner state of mind, which can be regarded as the state of mind, it is Zen, Tao, and enlightenment;

This has nothing to do with actual combat power. For example, literary master Yao Zizhan is just an old scholar who has no power to restrain him, and ordinary bandits can kill him.

And the old monk Kongyuan also has the mind to show his hand to the blind man, the confidant of Hirano, UU Reading www. uukanshu.com is also so convenient to raise one's worth, so its mood continues to rise!

In the first life of practicing Buddha, his Buddha's mind has already entered the cloud, and you can find great freedom!

In the dark,

A halo that ordinary people can't see at all has already risen above the snow customs.

At this time,

In a small courtyard next to the Hirano Mansion, which is about to be completed,

A man who was lying there basking and napping seemed to feel something.

Slowly opened his eyes,

His body is still fragile and has not been raised yet,

But in his eyes, the sword light is already projected sharply.

Even the Long Yuan sword that was used to cushion the legs under the dining table in the house uttered a soft cry at this time.

"Where is the demon monk, take a peek at my Snow Customs air machine!"

…

"what!"

In front of the blind,

The old monk Kongyuan, who had previously been in an unpredictable posture, let out a scream.

When I look up again,

Blood was already dripping out of his eyes.

Although his life was safe, he was already terrified in his heart, and asked in horror:

"Mr. Bei, is there any superior person in the city? This person's mood is still above the poor monk, and his sharp momentum is almost unstoppable."

The blind man did not rush to answer,

Instead, he touched his chin,

Muttered in my heart:

"Yes, I tried it out;

It seems that the Lord’s investment is correct, this Juggernaut is expected to recover. "

"Mr. North, who is there anyway?"

Monk Kongyuan had no previous solemnity, and asked anxiously.

The blind man seemed to be frightened by the situation of Kongyuan at this time.

Then he suddenly comforted:

"Oh, don't worry, Master, nothing more than a waste."

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Thanks to Rishumo and Nan Gengchen for being the 110th and 111th leader of "Mo Lin".

Goodnight everybody.