Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 373 The Eight Sufferings of Buddhism
Hejianfang is located at the North Dingmen of the outer city.

It is close to Yuhe River and Hengyang Canal, and needs to pass through the two iron gates of Fengqing and Pingjin along the way.

It is the starting point of sailing, cargo ship, water transportation and salt transportation.

The total length of the river is nearly a hundred miles, and it can be said to extend in all directions, with dense water networks.

In the end, it converges with the Zhongyou Mansion, which can be regarded as a first-class throat.

Ji Yuan left Huaiyinzhai, taking Li Yan and Tong Guan with him.

He and Song Shun, the white paper fan, respectively took soft sedan chairs to Ping'anfang Wharf.

A high-quality flower boat with carved beams and painted buildings is moored at the port, stepped on the wooden boards, and walked into it.

The house is full of warmth, and the room is like spring.

Several dignified women with a little makeup, all lowered their eyebrows and were pleasing to the eye.

Kneeling and sitting under the couch, or cooking tea and wine, or playing the pipa.

"Master Ji, please take your seat."

Song Shun, who was holding a white paper fan, stretched out his hand and said with a smile:

"This flower boat is not a place for fireworks, but a place where filth is hidden.

It is the shopkeeper of the fish market giant in Tianjing City. He personally ordered it from Jiangnan, and it is usually only used to entertain distinguished guests.

It just so happened that Lord Buddha was kind to him, so he specially borrowed it for Lord Ji to settle down. "

Ji Yuan smiled faintly, and secretly felt that the Great Buddha Zhang, whom he had only heard of by name but had never met, did have a bit of ability to command his servants.

At present, these two people he has seen.

Huaiyinzhai's Zhang Dong's bones are strong enough to withstand the aggressiveness of Beizhen Fusi.

Song Shun, the white paper fan who broke through the siege halfway, is also a quack who knows how to measure, and can play both soft and hard.

None of them are useless wine bags and rice bags.

Seeing the whole leopard at a glance, it can be seen that the reclusive Master Zhang Buddha should be out of the ordinary.

Otherwise, how can you feel at ease as a shopkeeper without fear of rebellion by your subordinates?

You must know that the rivers and lakes are not only about swords and swords on the bright side, but more about conspiracy and calculations behind the scenes.

There are not many people who step on the corpses of brothers, relatives and friends without mercy, and finally become famous.

"The Nine Schools of the Yin Gate, in ancient times, were not even regarded as side schools. They were often dismissed as 'lower schools' by those Qi trainers of authentic background. It is an unrefined activity."

After several people sat down, Song Shun was at the bottom, and said respectfully:

"Even if you survive the catastrophe, pass down a few veins and rule the roost for a short time.

Waiting for the hundred families to respect the martial arts, they will disappear and never be seen again.

To put it bluntly, we are just craftsmen who make a living.

It cannot be compared with the Three Religions and Six Traditions, Military Academy and Martial Temple.

Even, while the saint was destroying the mountain and cutting down the temple, he was severely injured and his vitality was severely injured.

Therefore, Mr. Ji has a lot, please don't blame Buddha for being cautious.

He doesn't like to deal with the court officials, not to put on airs.

The taboo of provoking imperial arrogance is still the second.

It's more... people are afraid of officials. "

Ji Yuan waved his hands casually, looked deeply at Song Shun, the white paper fan with a sincere face, and said with a half-smile:
"The word fear is a bit exaggerated.

May I ask Mr. Song, which of the forces in the world that can gain a firm foothold in Tianjing City does not have the backing of the imperial court?

Salt Gang?Cao Gang?Six and a half minutes?Their hands have reached the level of the Sixth Part!

If the people were really afraid of officials, Huaiyinzhai would not be able to hold the territory of Liulichang West Street, nor could it support the business of nearly a hundred pawnshops selling gold, silver and jade articles!
Let Yun Tingzhai and Deyiju be exterminated and expelled from Chenghuangmiao Street! "

Song Shun stopped shaking the white paper fan, his face trembled slightly, and he didn't show much embarrassment. He smiled and said:
"Master Ji is not an ordinary imperial court official, you are Lord Qianhu of Fusi in Beizhen, in charge of life and death, and patrolling the prefectures.

To be honest, he was no worse than the general feudal official.

What's more, the backer behind you... stomp your feet, and the whole court will shake!
It is normal for Huaiyin Zhai to be in awe of Tianwei. "

Ji Yuan was noncommittal, skipping this meaningless topic.

His heart is like a mirror, and he knows that this is Song Shun's cruel temperament that he fears that he will be revenged.

That's why I have been convinced many times to make up for it and say some compliments.

"Mr. Song, you are not only the white paper fan of Huaiyinzhai, but also good at practicing Qishi's Taoism. You might as well open my eyes."

Ji Yuan's eyes flickered, seemingly curious.

"I'm afraid it's hard to catch Ji Ye's discerning tricks."

Song Shun held the white paper fan with his right hand and tapped the palm of his left hand lightly.

Suddenly, it opened with a "snap", covering half of his face.

In the blink of an eye, a bright moon like a silver plate jumped out of the empty white paper fan and hung high.

The clear radiance sprinkled over the beauties in palace costumes who looked at themselves with pity.

Drawing out of thin air?

such means.

Put it in the dunya.

At best, he was a juggler.

How to be worthy of Yinmen inheritance?
That's it?

Tong Guan's eyelids twitched slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But when he turned his eyes, he saw that the adults of his family were very interested, as if they had seen the mysterious way.

The next moment, Tong Guan suddenly felt a slight chill.

It seems that there is a moonlight lingering and flowing down.

"With the essence of heaven and earth, and the true brilliance of the sun and the moon, express your heart."

Song Shun waved the white paper fan, and saw wisps of cold moonlight flowing slowly into the wine glass like a line of clear water.

This scene made Tong Guan and Li Yan's eyes wide open.

How does the bright moon on the paper fan condense the pulp that exudes a mellow wine fragrance?
"What a turn from fiction to reality! Ji drinks this cup to the brim!"

Ji Yuan laughed loudly, picked up the small wine glass next to his hand, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

I just feel cold in the heart and comfortable in the whole body.

Like a hot dog day, I ate a bowl of sour plum soup.

After a few words of praise, the young Qianhu calmly asked softly:

"Miscellaneous characters, a paper maker, is said to have triple realms.

Turn fictitiousness into reality, turn falsehood into reality, and add the finishing touch.

Mr. Song, do you have any other means to let me see the excitement? "

"Master Ji is really knowledgeable and omniscient.

The finishing touch is the best mystery.

I am not good at learning, so it is difficult to present.

That is to 'turn the fake into the real', a little proficient in three or four points. "

Song Shun smiled wryly, this Lord Qianhu from Beizhen Fusi really had a detailed understanding of the Nine Schools of Yinmen.

Even the paper maker of Zazimen and the level of Taoism can explain it in one sentence!
He gathers away distracting thoughts and concentrates on the white paper fan that he uses to warm up his inspiration.

With a "swish", like a breeze blowing on the face, bursts of fragrance suddenly penetrated into the nostrils.

Shocked, he looked up at the beauty in palace costume who jumped down from the fan.

Light as a feather, whirling like a frightened bird!
Accompanied by delicate and light pipa music, let's start dancing in neon clothes!
This is quite similar to the records in the ancient Miscellaneous Notes, where friends of Youdao Zhenxiu have a banquet, cut paper into a bright moon, and throw chopsticks into a fairy demeanor of Le Ji.

"Miscellaneous characters, a paper maker, is indeed extraordinary."

Ji Yuan's gaze was like a torch, so he could see it naturally.

The dancing beauties in palace costumes are not real bodies of flesh and blood.

It's a wisp of inspiration to connect with magic tools, and all fake things become reality.

It only takes a moment and a half, and it will be unsustainable and unsustainable.

Before he found Zhang Qishan, he had read through a large number of files and seen various descriptions of the Nine Schools of Yinmen.

Among them, the miscellaneous characters are all-encompassing, including paper piercing, vaginal piercing, pretending to be dirty, and sewing corpses.

The secret arts and Taoist arts that have been passed down are all easy to learn but difficult to master, and need to borrow foreign things.

For example, the paper maker himself comes from the customs and customs of many places, making ghost paper and offering sacrifices to Yin and Yang!

When parents, elders, and relatives in the family pass away, not only paper money is burned, but also boys and girls, paper houses and horses are tied up for funerals.

Later, there were people in the yin gate, who used this as a foundation, pierced them with ghost paper, and fed them with flesh and blood.

Refining the paper figurines into living things, so that they can be driven by themselves.

The means shown by Song Shun twice before and after are just trivial skills.

The real strength of the paper maker is the finishing touch!

Being able to draw eyes on paper figurines, once successful, their spirituality will soar, as if they were living creatures.

It is equivalent to raising a ferocious yin creature that is not inferior to Li Gui!

Even against martial arts masters, they can gain a great advantage!
"Sure enough, all the people in the Yinmen have unique skills."

After Ji Yuan enjoyed the dance, the beauty in the palace costume turned into a light and thin paper.

Well cut and lifelike, it looks like it was written by everyone.

In the line of paper-making craftsmen, one must not only know how to make paper, but also know how to draw.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the person who inherits each generation is the master of Danqing.

"Master Ji laughed."

Song Shun closed the white paper fan and sighed softly:
"It's just a trick to pretend to be a ghost, but when you meet a real martial arts master, you can easily destroy the paper figurine with one punch.

In the final analysis, there are nine sects of Yinmen, walking in the shadows, sewing corpses, going out on horses, and pretending to be dirty are all handicrafts for making a living.

It is difficult to call a word 'Zheng', nor can it be called a word 'Tao'. "

Ji Yuan didn't seem to agree, but he didn't argue, and smiled slightly:

"The great avenues of the world are almost completely occupied by the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism.

After all, great powers come forth in large numbers, and there are countless former sages, but those who come later are naturally incomparable.

And because of the exhaustion of inspiration, the doomsday catastrophe is coming.

Only then did the military martial arts temple have a chance to stand out, and it became the fourth towering mountain that was as high as the sky in one fell swoop!
The rest of the sects of the secular world must not be able to compete.

It's just that the Dao is feasible for everyone, just like a crucian carp crossing the river, it may not be able to achieve something.

Taking a slanted sword is probably a way out. "

Song Shun's face shook, and he looked at the young Qianhu with a surprised look.

I found that the other party seemed to be sincere, not joking.

Feeling touched in my heart, I cupped my hands and said:

"The Nine Schools of the Yin Gate have been known as the 'Nine Streams' all their lives,

Today it is rare to meet an open-minded person who does not see us in a different light.

Master Ji, just to say this to you,
If there is a place where Huaiyinzhai Songshun is useful in the future, let me know,
I shall do my best. "

Ji Yuan didn't care, just laughed it off.

Qi and blood martial arts were originally divided into high and low.

The scholars of Shangyin and Jixia Academy, based on awe-inspiring aura and relying on the collection of classics and history, have always looked down on the rest of their peers.

Things like Huangjue Temple, Xuankong Temple, Zhenwu Mountain, and Laojunjiao, needless to say, all have their own arrogance.

In the end, when it was the turn of the martial artist, there were only "vulgar" and "barbarian", these bad descriptions.

Not to mention the dunya who have not even entered the righteous way.

They were not cut off as demons and heretics.

It is already a great blessing!
During the exchange of pleasantries, the flower boat berthed and docked.

Ji Yuan walked out of the house, only to find out that Master Zhang's Baku Bieyuan was actually built on the water.

On a sandbar piled up by the river, there are continuous houses with white walls and black tiles.

Reflected in the sparkling waves, it is quite elegant.

It's just that Ji Yuan frowned slightly when he saw this other courtyard for the first time, feeling a little weird.

"The river extending from Ping'an Square is divided into three here, just like a big dragon being cut into three sections.

Coupled with a few isolated sandbars, like broken scales, the layout of the other courtyard is also not right.

The yin here is thick, like a vortex, which is clearly the 'gathering yin evil' recorded in the book of fate!
At night, the river rises and falls, and the sound passes through the courtyard walls. Not only does it not weaken, but it reverberates more and more, which is "Tian Yin Sha"!
In addition, the dry water of the river is cut off, like a dragon's head is cut off, this is 'killing the dragon'!
Not to mention, most of the other courtyards are black and white,
There is no green rockery and bamboo, which makes people feel depressed, like falling into hell, this is 'yin and yang evil'! "

Ji Yuan stepped off the flower boat, stepped onto a path paved with cobblestones, narrowed his eyes and asked:

"Mr. Song, are you sure that Master Zhang lives in this other courtyard?"

He practiced half of Yuan Tiangang's calligraphy formula, and browsed through the collection of books in the Sheji Building.

Today's understanding of Feng Shui pattern is enough to be called a half master.

In particular, there is also the blessing of the Emperor's Dao Map.

Reflect everything, nothing to hide!

"Ji Ye is worthy of being the disciple of Qin Tianjian Zhengzheng, and he can easily see the mystery of the Baku Bieyuan."

Song Shun didn't seem surprised, chatting and chatting through this waterway.

He already knew that this young Qianhu from Beizhen Fusi was absolutely hiding something.

Those vulva tricks that are always going to be unfavorable in the past can't fool the other party at all.

"Buddhism regards birth, old age, sickness, death, parting from love, reconciliation with hatred, not getting what one wants, and the flaming of the five skandhas as the eight sufferings.

The meaning of the Buddha building this other courtyard is to use it as a whirling world, to accommodate infinite suffering, and to resolve his own blood curse with the aid of feng shui and evil forces. "

Song Shun didn't deliberately avoid concealing it, and replied frankly:
"The Zhang family, the man is doomed not to live to 37, and when the time comes, there will be ghosts coming to claim his life.

The ancestors of the past dynasties tried all kinds of means, even hiding in the mountain gates of the six true traditions.

Still can't stop, that fierce ghost... So, Buddha established this evil place through a strange person.

Use the evil spirits of the sky to attack the evil spirits of the earth, and turn them into their own fate. "

With his hands behind Ji Yuan's back, the closer he got to the Eight Ku Bieyuan, the more he felt a slight pain in his body as if the hairpins pricked his body.

From his point of view, this place is full of evil spirits and evil forces soaring to the sky, like an endless purgatory.

Not to mention living there all year round, even if you only stay for three to five days, you will easily get caught by ghosts and be enchanted by evil spirits and consume your blood energy.

Pushing open the wooden door, the copper ring jingled, and a threatening cold air hit the face.

On the screen wall of the gate, there is actually a "Picture of Hell in Disguise".

Extremely realistic, with distorted brushstrokes, and demons dancing wildly, just like being there.

"This is the authentic work of Shen Haishi! Apart from "The Bone Bodhisattva's Bliss Night Banquet", "The Beauty's Painted Skin", and "A Chinese Ghost Story", it is the best work."

Song Shun explained a sentence, and then said:

"Ordinary people cannot enter this other courtyard.

I have no way to follow, so please leave by yourself. "

So it was here waiting for me?
Ji Yuan nodded with a calm expression.

He watched it quietly for a moment, and the thick and colorful "Picture of Hell in Disguise" moved the picture of the emperor's way of heaven and swept away the Tao Yun in it.

Immediately, just set off to go inside.

"It's a good place, with strong evil spirit and a lot of Dao Yun."

The gates of the courtyard are closed tightly, and black and white colors fill the eyes, as if the space is extremely deep, giving people a terrifying feeling of being strayed into the underworld.

The corridors are winding, the rockery is dark, and the vegetation is low.

As soon as the wind blows, the white paper lanterns hanging on both sides seem to shake like human heads.

The yin energy that was almost condensed into substance surged towards Ji Yuan.

Like thick black oil, it makes the limbs feel cold and unable to move.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

There seemed to be a door that was not closed tightly, and there was a grinding sound like toothache.

The more tense the mind is, the easier it is to be frightened, and gradually there is a trance illusion of being suspicious.

"This is more than just a haunted house. If you are less courageous, if you stay for an hour or two, you may be scared to death!"

Ji Yuan walked unhurriedly, as if taking a walk, completely unaffected.

The whole body is full of qi and blood, washing the body, and there are Buddhist scriptures that change from dragon to snake, just like a great arhat reciting and singing.

Zhang Qishan thought that this eight-bitter courtyard in a place with bad feng shui could stop him?

How ridiculous!

He originally practiced the "Fudo Mountain King Sutra" of Huangjue Temple, and he also had the fate of "stepping on seven stars" to suppress a strong aura.

It can be called invulnerable to all evil!
How can you be blocked from moving forward!
After about half a stick of incense, Ji Yuan had already walked into the other courtyard.

"The strange man once told me that only the Buddha who lives in the world can restrain the evil place.

Just like, in the eighteen hells, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sits upright.

The realm is not enough to step into this other courtyard.

Ji Ye is young, but he already has such a method.

Zhang Qishan was convinced, please come in and see. "

(End of this chapter)