The first cause of all realms

Chapter 276 Buddha Heart (Second Update)

Snapped!
The beautifully crafted vase was smashed to pieces.

The servants and maidservants serving inside and outside the house were all excited, bowed their bodies, shrugged their shoulders, and dared not breathe.

"An dare to deceive me?!"

He slapped the table hard, Nie Wendong's face sank like water, and the guard kneeling in front of him shook like chaff, his head and body were covered in cold sweat, and he was extremely frightened.

"Amitabha."

The old monk Yuanjue recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, breaking the tense atmosphere. He waved his hand to let the maidservants retreat, and said just now:
"It was expected, so why should Lord Nie get angry?"

His eyes fell on the table.

On the purple wooden table, was a half sheet of paper torn out from nowhere, with two words written on it.

"No!"

This was Nie Wendong's answer to Xu Wenji's accusation for Yang Prison's trespassing on the mansion and injuring the guards.

He is not surprised.

A young talent like Yang Ju, no matter in any force, must be protected, unless the Shangguan has enmity with him.

Nie Wendong's letter of accountability is like handing a knife to a passer-by on the street to cut off his arm. Unless there is overwhelming force and reason, he will only be reprimanded or even beaten.

And Nie Wendong has no advantage over Xu Wenji.

Apart from the forces behind it, neither the reputation nor the status was comparable.

"I knocked on the door with a document, and he replied like this? It's indecent, it's indecent!"

Looking at the irregular paper, Nie Wendong felt that his eyes were stabbed, and the backhand palm and the purple wooden table were smashed into powder:
"The four great masters, I abandon them like a pair of shoes. In Wanghai, I will kill them as soon as I say. Since he came, there has been nothing against him. Why does he insist on embarrassing me?!"

"Good, good."

The old monk Yuanjue clasped his hands together, a little speechless.

He also said that the governor of the state was angry because the letter of inquiry was refuted. He never expected that he would be entangled in the format and procedures of Xu Wenji's reply letter...

"Xu Wenji, Yang prison..."

After venting, Nie Wendong calmed down and sat down again. After his chest rose and fell several times, he looked at the old monk Yuanjue:

"Everything has a price, what does the master think?"

Yuanjue was slightly taken aback, then nodded:

"The poor monk thinks so."

"it is good!"

Nie Wendong also nodded:
"Ms. Nie has not been close to women in recent years, has not valued gold and silver, has not been greedy for food, and has not spent much. Therefore, in these years, he has also saved some silver..."

"Some?"

"If you don't count jewels and jade, antiques, land deeds for houses, horse farms and shops in the manor, there are about 30 taels..."

Nie Wendong thought for a while, seeing the old monk's eyes light up, and swallowed the word 'gold'.

"No wonder it is said that the prefect has been cleared for ten years, and one hundred thousand snowflakes of silver! As far as the poor monk knows, in these years, Lord Nie has devoted himself to Taoism. He has never paid attention to trivial matters, but he still has such a rich family..."

Yuanjue can't help shaking his head:
"The poor monk is a little envious..."

30 taels of silver is by no means a small amount.

His Dayan Courtyard was built in the bustling place of Daocheng, and the incense is very prosperous on weekdays. In addition to the expenses and management of various places, he only received 8000 taels a year.

30 taels is enough to renovate the temple and reshape the Buddha statue, right?

only……

"However, the poor monk has something to say first, so it must not be related to that Mr. Xu, and the words of that Yang Qianhu..."

"Grandmaster misunderstood what Nie meant, why should the master break the precept by paying for murder?"

Nie Wendong interrupted Yuanjue's words and said calmly.

"Ok?"

Yuanjue frowned: "What does Lord Nie mean?"

Nie Wendong lightly clasped the back of the chair and regained his former calm:

"For 30 taels, how about buying one that does not require ordain to become a monk, but can observe the precepts?"

"No way!"

Yuanjue flatly refused:

"Those who are not ordained monks do not pass on the method of observing precepts and meditating. This is a rule that has been difficult for me in Zen for thousands of years. It must not be broken. Don't say it again, my lord!"

Yuanjue's refusal, but Nie Wendong didn't seem to care, smiled slightly, and confided two words:

"gold."

"30 taels of gold?!"

Yuanjue's heart trembled, and there was almost a gap between his clasped hands, but after a few moments, he still shook his head and said in a shy voice:
"No way!"

"Ok?"

Nie Wendong frowned suddenly, but this time he refused, but it was beyond his expectation.

Dayanyuan is not a sect born in the world, but a temple in the world. It has taken root in Longyuan Taoist City for thousands of years. It has always been called "Xianghuo Temple" in Jianghu martial arts and Zen.

how come……

"My Dayan Academy has always gone deep into the world of mortals, exchanging the Buddhist teachings I have learned for incense, breaking the precepts for a living, and the Buddha does not pursue it, but this does not mean that everything can be traded..."

The old monk Yuanjue calmed down, and after reciting the Buddha's name in a low voice, his eyes became clear:
"This skin can be sold, but the Buddha's heart cannot be changed."

"..."

Nie Wendong was silent for a moment, then stretched his brows:

"Just one ring."

"My lord, you don't need to say too much, you won't be able to take a single quit."

Yuanjue shook his head, seeing Nie Wendong's displeasure, he paused, then said:

"It's still the same sentence, my lord is successful in meditation, but it's just a show. It's not a poor monk making things difficult for you to be ordained, but you have to give up before you can get it!"

Is it possible to enter the Tao after 20 years of meditation?
Look at people.

Nie Wendong did not succeed.

Although he has only been in Qingzhou for a few days, he has also seen this person's style, he is not a womanizer, but his service is all delicate and pleasant.

He doesn't eat meaty wine, but the wine is always on his body, and he needs to smell it all the time.

He does not kill, but he has no compassion for any life other than himself.

He doesn't even pay attention to the king's law, can he really abide by the rules?
How can he pass on this kind of meditation and practice?
How dare you?
"What if I want it all?"

Nie Wendong's eyes became very cold, filled with unwillingness.

"That's neither Taoism nor Buddha, it will only become a demon."

Yuanjue reached into his bosom, took out a plain yellow silk cloth, and handed it in front of him:
"Here, the poor monk, there is a volume of scriptures. If you want to get them all, you might as well try to see if you can understand them."

"No need."

Nie Wendong waved his hand and refused. He has a lot of similar scriptures in his study, so why would he need this?
He was displeased, but seeing Yuanjue's insistence, he had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, and asked:
"The Eight Precepts of Buddhism, which one is most suitable for me?"

"Um……"

Yuanjue pondered for a moment, then glanced at the several handsome women waiting outside the door, and said:

"color."

"Quit sex..."

Nie Wendong frowned. He had experienced countless women in his life.

"Sex and desire are one, adults must not take it lightly."

Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, Yuanjue said a word in the quiet room.

"I know."

Nie Wendong stopped entangled with him, and said:
"Although the master has repeatedly refused, there is no one who can use me. As long as the master promises me, 30 taels of gold can be taken."

"It does not involve the inheritance of our sect, it is taboo in Zen Buddhism, and poor monks have nothing to do."

Yuanjue answered carefully.

Nie Wendong straightened his waist and looked at the servants who were hurrying back and forth in the front yard. The base of a Buddhist altar had been built.

"No rush, no rush."

……

……

After bidding farewell to Xu Wenji, Yang Qian didn't rush back to the inn, but walked on the street in a leisurely manner, admiring all the people watching him.

They really admired the character of offending the governor to death on the front foot, and then just don't care about shopping on the back foot.

If it were them, if they offended a guard, they would be trembling, for fear of revenge.

"Nie Wendong's Taoism..."

Yang Jue was thinking in his heart, he kept on stepping, and kept scanning the stalls on both sides.

After two years of severe drought, Deyang Fucheng has long since lost its former prosperity. Street vendors abound, selling everything, and some of them have 'ingredients'.

Although most of them are ordinary ingredients, he doesn't need them, but they can also be used to fill the recipe.

Therefore, Yang Prison never rejects anyone who comes, nor does it deliberately lower the price. The news of a big family buying old things has spread like wildfire before the end of a few streets.

Soon, Yang Qiu was surrounded by dozens of peddlers waving their wares, not afraid of his flying fish suit, making all kinds of noise.

"What does pushing and shoving look like? Spread out!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came.

A burly man pushed aside the crowded street vendors and came to Yang Ju.

These street vendors seemed to trust him very much, and dispersed one after another, but they still watched eagerly.

"My lord is laughing, I'm really poor..."

The big man clasped his fists:

"A certain Duan Leng, I don't know what the adults call it?"

"My surname is Yang."

"It turned out to be Lord Yang."

Duan Leng complimented him, and asked Yang Yu to go to the teahouse for a break, and he started to greet the vendors, gathered all kinds of old things, and sent them to Yang Yu for him to choose.

In any street, whenever there is a business, there must be a middleman like Duan Leng.

Yang Qiu didn't care about letting him make a profit from it, but it wasn't the old things in front of him.

"My lord wants... a stone?"

Hearing Yang Jue's request, Duan Leng was taken aback, feeling a little strange, and asked cautiously:

"Any stone is fine?"

"As long as it has characteristics different from ordinary stones, it's fine."

Yang Jue took out an ingot of gold and placed it in front of him:

"After the work is done, there will be rewards."

The special nature of the Konggu stone gave Yang Ju a taste for it. Instead of blindly refining his body with gold, he chose to collect strange stones like the former.

However, this road is busy, either killing people or chasing them down, so it's time to be free.

"gold!"

Duan Leng took a breath, and tightly held the ingot of gold.

During the two-year drought, both silver and copper plummeted, but gold skyrocketed instead. Before the severe drought, one tael of gold could be exchanged for 20 taels of silver, but now, it can be exchanged for 50 taels of silver.

"Strange stone, strange stone..."

Holding the gold in his hands, Duan Leng's heart was boiling hot. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he accused Yang Jian of his crime and left in a hurry.

"what?"

Seeing him ecstatic, Yang Jue's heart was also moved, but he was not in a hurry. He ordered a pot of tea and began to choose ingredients from the pile of old things.

A moment later, Duan Leng hurried over with a stone in his hands.

"My lord, this stone..."

"Xuanshi, why didn't I expect..."

Looking at this stone, a strange flash appeared on Yang Jian's face.

He recognized this kind of stone, and it can even be said that it is very common. In the mouths of gentry and scholars, this object is called Xuanshi.

In the folk, this thing is called.

magnet...

　Don't say anything, everyone sleeps, and I'll go to code.

　
(End of this chapter)