Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 354 New Year's Eve, Town God's Temple

Ji Yuan stepped into the Zhenrongyuan and drank three pots of tea, but he didn't wait for the so-called honored guest to appear.

So much so that he had some doubts, was Abbot Wu'an playing tricks on himself?
"Because I broke the roof of the Daxiong Palace? How small-minded you are!"

Ji Yuan, with his hands on the seat, shook his head, muttering a joke that only he could understand.

He glanced at the gloomy sky outside, slowly got up, and planned to leave.

Since the distinguished guest has not arrived for a long time, it is either delayed or unable to come.

In either case, there is no point in waiting any longer.

"By the way, I was in a hurry just now, I forgot to take the Tiger Wolf Pill from Shuiyun Temple, and those ancient god pills."

Ji Yuan suddenly remembered the prize of the Civil and Wu Kui Club. This time he competed with Yu Qingfei, Xu Huaiying, and Monk Xuanming, and benefited a lot.

The body of fighting overcoming Buddha conceived by the Muni Orb has begun to take shape.

The next step is to experience and comprehend the true meaning.

Like beating an iron embryo, it is completely cast.

Therefore, a great deal of merit is needed to replenish oneself.

"I don't know if a hundred Great Pills are enough? No wonder it is said that Qi and Blood Martial Arts are bottomless pits.

If you want to accumulate a solid background, even the mountains of gold and silver can be consumed in front of you! "

While thinking, Ji Yuan considered the hunting tour.

Tianjing City is becoming more and more treacherous, and it is difficult to see the overall situation.

The four gods seem to be in the process of falling, and they are all rushing towards the saint.

In the end who is the winner, I am afraid it is difficult to tell.

"Tianjing City's fortunes are gathered, and the dragon spirit is strong, but it is not as safe as thought.

After the New Year's Eve, and as soon as the early spring arrives, they immediately gather their hands and patrol Liaodong... just jump out of the quagmire temporarily and take a look at the scenery outside. "

Ji Yuan walked in the wind and snow, and happened to catch a glimpse of a stone tablet in front of the Buddhist hall.

There are simple and simple handwriting in the shape of Daowen all over it, which is quite interesting.

The map of the Emperor's Way of Heaven in the Sea of ​​Consciousness trembled slightly.

He immediately made a curious look of interest, and walked over to have a look.

The first thing that catches the eye is a line of sentences——

The three treasures of the sky are the sun, the moon and the stars, the three treasures of the earth are water, fire and wind, and the three treasures of man are the spirit, energy and spirit.

These 21 characters are the most conspicuous and clearest.

Next to it, there are many handwritings that are scattered, jumbled, and of different sizes.

"This is a major scenic spot in Hanshan Temple, and it is called the 'Wordless Monument'."

Yan Wang Bai Xingchen's voice condensed into a thread, swept through the wind and snow with the whistling torrent.

"This object was originally on the cliff of the Stone Buddha Temple in Xishan Prefecture. It was discovered by local woodcutters and hunters, and it was chiseled off as a treasure.

If you wet it with clean water and wipe it clean with a cotton cloth, you can see crooked short sentences or vague gibberish.

What's even better is that these handwritings don't fade in the sun, and they become clearer after washing. When one layer is removed, another layer appears. There are characters on each layer, and the characters are different.

Some people say that this is what a certain eminent monk used to use the cliff as paper, and his blood as ink, to sway the enlightenment in his heart.

Some people also say that this is a down-and-out Confucian scholar who failed in the imperial examination, lived in seclusion in the mountains, and wrote it casually.

Later, Boss Luo Da bought it with 5000 taels of silver, and asked a master craftsman from the Ministry of Industry to carve it into a stele and stand it in front of the Buddhist hall. "

Ji Yuan turned around and saw King Yan Bai Xingchen appearing in Hanshan Temple.

Immediately, I was slightly startled and thought to myself:
"Could it be that the honored guest is..."

Bai Xingchen seemed to see through his mind, and said with a faint smile:

"The third child wants to see you, but this king just happens to be at the right time."

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows. As we all know, Bai Xingchen is the second prince.

Then the "third child" in his mouth is naturally the third prince.

Just like King Ning of the Seven Mansions in the south of the Yangtze River, Bai Hongzhen.

"See me? The minister is only a fifth rank and a thousand households. How can he be worthy of being summoned by King Ning himself?"

Ji Yuan pretended to be surprised and asked softly.

"Ji Jiulang, don't belittle yourself.

In the eyes of my third brother, you are the key person who pulls the whole body.

Let him not hesitate to use the martial arts resources of the land of the seven prefectures, the two true township magical arts,

And at the price of supporting the Liaodong Ji family into the fifth great family in the south of the Yangtze River.

Just so that you no longer go east, but go south! "

Bai Xingchen stepped across the cotton-like snow field, his face as calm as a flat lake.

But these words he said fell like a thunderbolt, shaking Ji Yuan's heart.

According to Yan Wang's upright temperament, he should not deliberately exaggerate.

But he and King Ning have never faced each other, so why are they so drawn together?
"Your Highness, don't be joking, Jiangnan is already rich and fertile.

How vast are the Seven Houses?With all the martial arts resources in it, it is more than enough to support three or four five-level masters.

Not to mention the magical skills inherited by the true lineage, and the fact that the family's surname has spread and become a wealthy family.

It's a bit wasteful to put such handwriting on Ji Mou's body.

It's better to use it to make friends with the chief of the six true traditions, Xing Xing. "

Ji Yuan collected himself, shook his head and said.

There is no good thing like a pie in the sky.

King Ning gave such a generous sweetness that was hard to refuse.

That what he plotted.

It can only get bigger than this!

"It seems that you are not very moved, you really are a cunning kid.

Not blinded by the momentary benefits, know how to guess the pros and cons. "

Seeing Ji Yuan's normal expression, Bai Xingchen smiled with satisfaction, and said softly:
"The third child has always known how to balance, and he is a businessman in his bones.

He promised you five cents of interest, but you must get ten cents back in the end.

If you meet him today and agree, you will be a servant of King Ning's mansion.

If you don't agree to this matter, the troubles will not stop later.

Therefore, this king came forward and refused for you. "

Ji Yuan's face trembled, and he cupped his hands and said:

"Then thank His Royal Highness King Yan for resolving a disaster for my minister!"

As Bai Xingchen said, he only needs to step into the Zhenrongyuan and meet King Ning who came privately.

Whether you agree or not, it will be difficult to end later.

A vassal king is not as easy to be subdued as a prince.

The former are siblings and princes.

The latter are only courtiers who have been knighted.

Even with Donggong as a backer.

It is also impossible for Bai Hanzhang to use a will.

Let King Ning back down.

not to mention.

The domain of the third prince is in the south of the Yangtze River.

There has always been a saying that "taxation is half the world".

It is the money bag of the imperial court.

If the East Palace really competes with Prince Ning's Mansion, it will inevitably affect the turmoil of the court and cause storms.

It can be said that if the King of Yan, Bai Xingchen, hadn't come out halfway, there would be another turbulent undercurrent in Tianjing City.

"The third child has been in Jiangnan for a long time, and he only cares about his family business.

The humane dynasty has stood for 3000 years, relying on the aspirations of the people and the gathering of national destiny.

Let the nobles with martial arts continue to run rampant, the fields are merged, and there is no way to advance.

Coupled with the erosion of the border and the relaxation of armaments.

In another sixty years, the Jing Dynasty may be hard to return.

At that time, all over the country will rise up again, fighting everywhere, heading towards the old road of Daqing, Dayan, and Dasheng. "

Bai Xingchen raised his hand and pressed against the wordless stele, releasing a little bit of energy and blood, melting the wind and snow and turning it into clear water.

With a random swipe, the original handwriting quickly fades away and becomes another line of sentences:
"Desiring food when hungry, desiring warmth when cold, desiring rest when tired, liking the good but hating the harm, these are all born with human beings!"

Ji Yuan raised his head to look at Bai Xingchen, and for no reason, he saw some shadow of Bai Hanzhang from His Royal Highness King Yan.

Then it suddenly occurred to me that these two were real brothers with the same father and mother.

He also followed suit, wiping off a layer of snow, turning it into a ball of ice water, and washing the inscription.

"Sweet melon with bitter stem, nothing in the world is perfect!"

At the same time, the Huangtian Dao Map trembled like waves, as if it had absorbed a lot of Dao Yun.

Circles of brilliance rippled, illuminating the nine orifices of the sea of ​​consciousness.

"It really has an extraordinary history."

So, Ji Yuan took another puddle of water to erase the existing handwriting.

As the crystal water drops gathered and slid down, two more lines of Qiu Jin gradually emerged.

This time, it turned out to be half a broken poem.

"I am Qingdu Shanshuilang, Tianjiao Fufu and Shukuang... These words are also suitable for you."

Yan Wang Bai Xingchen read out casually, nodded and said with a smile:

"If you continue to do this, the old abbot Wu'an will feel distressed.

Normally, pilgrims would not even be able to look at this wordless stele, let alone touch it. "

Ji Yuan was a little reluctant to part with him. Every time he erased the handwriting, he could absorb a lot of Dao Yun.

Finally, put your five fingers together and press hard, and half of the remaining poems suddenly disappeared, turning into six mottled and blurred characters.

"I'd rather be me than you."

Ji Yuan glanced at it lightly, smacked it a few times, and finally retracted his gaze.

"This king sees that your Dharma body is about to be cast, so you might as well sharpen your spirits and find someone to fight with.

Like Yu Erlang from the Korean government, this man is a martial idiot and doesn't have much extra thought.

It is very suitable to find him to practice. "

Bai Xingchen pointed out.

He is a master of the Five Realms.

The keenness of the spiritual sense.

When completely let go.

Even the wind and grass in a radius of tens of miles cannot be hidden.

How could it be impossible to sense the confrontation of qi and machine in the Daxiong Palace.

"Speaking of which, I didn't expect that you are quite murderous, fierce and cold, and you can't see the slightest bit of Buddha nature or Zen in your whole body.

It turned out that it was the descendant of the hidden vein of Huangjue Temple, who still practiced the magic skill, "Fudo Mountain King Sutra". "

Bai Xingchen walked to the outside of the Zhenrong Courtyard, and seemed to be a little emotional:

"Thinking about it this way, you still have a lot of fate with our Bai family.

The sage has a relationship with Huangjue Temple, and the queen mother often goes there to offer incense.

You have become the successor of Master Linji... No wonder the prince is willing to reuse it. "

Ji Yuan smiled, but did not make a sound.

His acquaintance with the killing monk was more attracted by fate.

If it wasn't for [Yin Virtue] to take effect, how could he be favored by Buddhist masters so easily.

Walking out of the mountain gate together with King Yan Bai Xingchen, Luo Yuzhen's carriage has long been waiting.

It seems that the civil and military meeting that attracted Tianjing's attention has also ended.

"I have seen His Royal Highness King Yan!"

Seeing Bai Xingchen in normal clothes, Luo Yuzhen hurriedly bent down and cupped his hands, acting respectful.

"Luo Sanlang, I haven't seen you for many years, but you haven't changed much.

I heard from your father that he plans to assign a group of people to you to go to Liaodong to do business? "

With his hands behind his hands, Bai Xingchen asked with a smile.

As we all know, the Luo family of Tongbao Bank is a relative of the emperor.

He has had a lot of contacts with the East Palace and Prince Yan's Mansion, and has a close relationship.

The conversation between each other is somewhat homely.

"Exactly, my lord father said that jade cannot be crafted without being cut.

If you continue to raise the kid in Tianjing City to behave mischievously, sooner or later you will be useless, so I will be tempered and tempered. "

Luo and Zhen held their breath intently, not daring to take a breath.

"From my point of view, there is probably no problem for you to open up the Liaodong trade route this time.

With the escort of the Tai Sui evil star next to him, those green forest thieves would not dare to act rashly. "

Bai Xingchen smiled faintly, waved his hands and said:
"Ji Jiulang, I sincerely hope that you will live up to everyone's expectations this time.

I hope that you will really do what you say, you would rather be me than you.

In this world, those who do not conform to the filth are often struggling.

Even with a backing, it is difficult to go long. "

Ji Yuan's heart shuddered, he stood tall and straight, and he cupped his hands:
"The minister should keep it in mind."

……

……

Jin Feiyu left, time passed like a white horse.

In a blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve.

This is a custom inherited from the ancient times, and it was originally a festival for worshiping ancestors.

Later, it became more solemn, and it also had more meanings such as family reunion, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new.

As the saying goes, "Heaven and earth are the foundation of life; ancestors are the foundation of kind."

Unforgettable!

Ji Yuan also got up early, changed out of the big red python clothes, and put on brand new loose clothes.

In the mansion, there is also a busy and lively scene.

The second uncle carried a bucket of paste and did it himself, posting New Year's red everywhere.

My aunt is preparing various ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner, as well as offerings for ancestor worship.

Even the sick man brought back from Longsnake Mountain was wearing a festive scarlet padded jacket.

There is also a tiger head hat on the head, which looks much cuter.

"It finally took root."

Ji Yuan's eyes were complicated, rarely showing nostalgia.

"Jiulang, come here and write a couplet. Your second uncle's handwriting looks like an earthworm crawling. I really can't do it."

Second Uncle Ji Chengzong finished posting blessings and hanging up lanterns, when he saw his nephew hurriedly greeted him.

"I'm also a half-baked guy, at most I'm upright, I don't have any muscles when I write.

I'm sick, you go and write a couplet for our family.

Finished writing, I will take you to set off firecrackers later. "

Ji Yuan smiled and brought out the disease of tiger head and tiger brain, and handed over the pen and ink.

Although this child was born in Longsnake Mountain, he became a miner's slave.

But it is easy to learn, not only literate, but also good at writing.

"Mr. Ji, what should I write?"

Xiaobing was already standing on a stool on tiptoe, and he was still holding a pen.

"Just write... the days increase, the years increase, people increase their lifespan, and the world is full of spring and happiness."

Ji Yuan said casually.

He still remembers his previous life.

Every Chinese New Year, I have to practice calligraphy ten times.

It is this couplet that was written.

Xiaobing already nodded and started to write immediately.

Flowing clouds and flowing water, done in one go, quite a bit of strength.

"Yes, yes, although Jiulang has an official position, he is not a scholar after all.

Even if you have a minor illness, you can also add some book fragrance to our family! "

Second uncle Ji Chengzong dried the ink, looked back and forth several times, and was very satisfied.

"By the way, why don't you see Master Linji?"

Ji Yuan looked around, but he didn't find the emaciated and old killing monk.

"The master went out, and he said that he was a monk, and he was able to enjoy the smoke and fire of the world in the past.

But today is a good time for family reunion, and it shouldn't be with us.

I plan to spend the night at the temple on the west side of Tai'an Square in the outer city. "

Second Uncle Ji Chengzong sighed, and said:
"Jiulang, you can bring some wine and food over here later, and have a few drinks with the master, don't be negligent."

Ji Yuan nodded and said:
"As it should be."

Although Master Linji had drunk meat and wine, the Buddha kept it in his heart and did not pay attention to the precepts of monks.

But the rules that should be followed have always been strict constraints.

For example, go out every day to ask for alms, and ask for water for fasting meals.

It’s also like going to the temple to chant scriptures alone on New Year’s Day instead of staying in Ji’s Mansion.

The sun went down and the weather was overcast.

After finishing all the chores in the mansion, Ji Yuan carried the food box in his right hand and the stewed beef wrapped in lotus leaves and two pots of rice wine in his left hand, and headed straight for a ruined temple west of Tai'an Square.

At this time, it was already evening, and the New Year's Eve dinner was about to be eaten.

In the city of Tianjing, there are all lights and festoons, and the voices of people are buzzing.

Ji Yuan passed by Liulichang, but he didn't see a few antique dealers.

Walking in front of the Town God's Temple, I suddenly heard an old voice:
"Young young man, are you talking about the stewed beef from Xu Ji in Tai'an Square?"

Ji Yuan frowned, followed the prestige and found that it was a tall old man with gray hair.

The other party stood with his hands in his sleeves at the threshold of the Town God's Temple, his eyes were cloudy and his skin was decayed.

"That's right, it belongs to Xu Ji's house in the east of the city."

Ji Yuan didn't know why, so he replied truthfully.

"Come, come, young man."

The tall white-haired old man beckoned, quite commanding:
"Bring it to me for a taste, I haven't eaten meat for a long time."

(End of this chapter)