I have a role in the heavens

The unattended Master Qingyuan Miaodao changed continuously, like a swimming fish, slippery and unable to keep its grip, disappeared without a trace, and got rid of the lock.

Autumn is high in August, the air is refreshing, the water is clear, the wind is gentle, and the fruits are abundant. It is a good time for outings and relaxation, and the Qionghua Banquet has finally arrived.

Yulin Garden is located in the northeast of the outer city, close to the canal. This section of the river in the city is winding and graceful. It is known as one of the ten scenic spots in the divine capital and is designated as a royal garden.

Inside, there are strange trees and flowers all over the place, fragrant and fruity. There are lakes, rivers, mountains and forests, and all kinds of wild animals can be seen from time to time.

Outside the gate of the garden, important officials of the imperial court and children of aristocratic families lined up on both sides to welcome him. None of the dozen people at the head bowed, and they were all representatives of top aristocratic families and major martial arts sects.

The political affairs hall of the Jin Dynasty usually consists of eleven people, with Shangshu Zuopushe as the prime minister, who is often from the strongest family at that time. This generation is controlled by the Cui family, and is served by the uncle of Cui Qinghe and Cui Qingyu, who is also a grand master. , Shangshu Youpushe is the secondary prime minister, and several top aristocratic families take turns to hold the position.

In general, there is always one member from each of the eight top aristocratic families in the political affairs hall. For example, after an elder of the Wang family in Zhou County returned to his hometown, Wang Wenxian naturally stepped in and became the minister of political affairs. Because of the emperor's trust, he also served as the minister of household affairs. For example, Ruan Yushu's ninth grandfather, Ruan Kang, had the title of political advisor and was the representative of the Ruan family in Langya in the divine capital. The remaining three places belong to the Zhao family in the divine capital, either by arranging strong masters or by introducing courtiers loyal to the emperor, just like the six-door general arresting Sima Shi.

The sage drove into Yulin Garden, and everyone sat on a high platform. Below them were the gurgling river, the flat land on the shore and the small mirrored lake, and in the distance were the fruit-scented forests. After a lot of red tape, the old emperor wore a dragon robe and a heavenly crown. His appearance was somewhat similar to that of Zhao Heng and others. When he was young, he was a handsome man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. But now his eyebrows are sparse, his hair is gray, and his eyes are dark. There are many wrinkles around the lips. Hehe laughed.

"I am very happy to hear that there are many talented people recently, so I have this beautiful banquet to watch the talented people."

"I have four questions, and I invite everyone to compete."

"The first question is about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, the way of talent, cultivating one's temperament, and polishing one's soul. I wonder who among the handsome men can be called the best?"

Meng Qi, who was below, scratched his head when he heard this. It was not a martial arts competition. He was not a good martial artist, and he was a crude martial artist. Otherwise, how could he have been given the name Mang King Kong? It was just a wrong name, not a wrong nickname.

"Of course, people above the exterior scene are already strong and cannot be considered talents."

The old emperor Zhao Mingyu moved his eyes and glanced at Jiang Zhiwei sitting behind Lu Chunyang, and added that he did not want this Qionghua Banquet to be won by Jiang Zhiwei, a major martial arts disciple.

Lu Chunyang's expression remained motionless and extremely calm. His eyes were as bright as jade, clear and bright. He said nothing and seemed to have no objection to the old emperor's words.

Sword Qi Changhe Yan Chong came with Jin Wang Zhao Yi this time. Hearing this, he walked out slowly and bowed to salute.

"Your Majesty said that the focus is on cultivating one's temperament and polishing one's soul. Therefore, it is different from normal talent competitions. It mainly depends on whether one's own spiritual realm is shown in one's talents. The ordinary people are not talented, so they are willing to offer advice!"

While he was talking, Jin Wang Zhao Yi's entourage had already presented the table, copper stove, teacups, tea cakes and other items. Yan Chong lit a fire to boil water, wielded a knife to pry tea, and his movements were smooth and fluid. The power of the knife was self-contained, and he was calm and orderly. He watched everyone's minds calm down. After one boil, two boils and three boils, white gas rises. Yan Chong makes tea leisurely, which reveals a tranquil and far-reaching artistic conception.

"Please have some tea, Your Majesty."

Yan Chong's voice was neither slow nor urgent, and he dropped the teacup in his hand and flew towards the high platform. The speed is not fast, but extremely smooth, like a meandering stream of water, without any water splashing out. This shows that Yan Chong's control over the external release of Qi and his own strength has reached the limit of enlightenment, and there is hidden power from heaven and earth to help him.

Gao Jinzhong, the general manager of the palace, caught the tea cup, inspected it, and sent it to the old emperor. Zhao Mingyu took a sip and nodded in praise.

“Great tea, great tea ceremony!”

"Yan Chong is good at the power of the sea tide, which is turbulent. When he makes tea, he has the softness of the gurgling water and the tranquility of the flat lake under the moon, which shows his heart. Moreover, his every move is slow and orderly. He has gained the Samadhi of the tea ceremony and is focused and orderly. Movement brings peace and blissful stillness.”

Lu Chunyang commented softly, and Jiang Zhiwei nodded in agreement behind him. Yan Chong's state of mind was not far from the outdoor scene. He was worthy of being at the top of the list. In terms of strength and state of mind, he was the best among his peers. Unlike a certain Mang King Kong, rely on With brute force, he became the first in the list of people, but he still lacks a few points in terms of realm, more than strong, not enough feminine, it is difficult to transform yin and yang, and combine hardness and softness.

For a while, the scene was quite quiet. I don’t know how many people who were eager to give it a try gave up the idea of ​​ending up because they felt that they were beaten by Yan Chong, so it was better not to humiliate themselves, lest they show off in front of the Holy Spirit and leave a bad impression. Wait a moment Compete again on the topics you are good at!

At this time, Buddha Heart Palm Xuanzhen came out behind the prince. He followed the prince this time, which seemed to show Shaolin's attitude and joined forces with the Pure Land Sect to support the prince of the Jin Dynasty, which made countless people feel uneasy.

Xuanzhen threw the white paper into the air, jumped up, and splashed ink on the place where he had no place to rely on. This may seem impetuous and boastful, but Xuanzhen's expression is focused, his eyes are calm, and every stroke is like a lotus blooming. Both the person and the paper fall slowly, like the Buddha descending from the sky, not pinching the seal of dominion, showing compassion and peace.

With his feet touching the ground, Xuanzhen pressed his hand and turned the white paper upside down, revealing the words on it: "All conditioned dharmas are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such."

Each of these twenty characters has its own style, some vigorous, some majestic, some thin, some dancing wildly, some rigorously structured, powerful and solemn, some lively and vivid, all round and round, without any repetition. So many calligraphy styles are squeezed into one piece of paper. It should be complicated and confusing, and it will lose its tranquility. But at a glance, it is natural and smooth, and you can feel the light and meaningful Zen feeling. Different characters, different phases, and all phases are different. , Zen appears spontaneously.

"The calligraphy of the young monk Xuanzhen is imitated from the inscription of the "Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra" at the Half-mountain Pavilion in Shaolin. He experiences different appearances and proves that all appearances are non-appearances in order to see the Tathagata. It can be seen that his state of mind has infinitely reached the realm of external scenery. Not to be underestimated!”

Lu Chunyang continued to comment, Shaolin disciples have always been latecomers, and they pay attention to accumulation and progress. In the early stage, their cultivation progress is slow, and few disciples are at the top of the list. However, after the outdoor scenes, Shaolin disciples can steadily improve, and the bottleneck is smaller than other sects and aristocratic families. Therefore, there are many Shaolin masters, ranking among the top martial arts masters in the Jin Dynasty.

Jiang Zhiwei's eyes were bright and shining, and she was eager to try. Her fingers involuntarily grasped the hilt of the sword. The sword's intention was faintly revealed, which attracted many people to turn their attention to the number one person in the younger generation of Xijiang Pavilion. The expressions are inexplicable, ranging from admiration to obscurity, voyeurism and hostility.

The old emperor did not like Buddhism, but the city was so deep that even when facing Shaolin monks, he did not show any bad feelings.

"The Zen master has understood the true meaning of Buddhism!"

"Everyone in the world has a Zen mind, but they are confused by various appearances and find it difficult to see the Tathagata. Our Buddhist sect is not forcing sentient beings to take refuge. We are only willing to explore with you the way to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and reach the other shore."

Monk Xuanzhen bowed, clasped his palms together, and whispered. These words made countless people frown. Is this saying that the prince's path does not exclude dissidents? But the dispute between the sect and the aristocratic family can't be eliminated with just a few words? The people from the top aristocratic families withdrew their gazes and remained calm.

Although for so many years, martial arts masters have always thought of adding sand to the imperial court, this is the only example of such a big fanfare, so all the major families are on guard and cross the prince off their list of names.

To be honest, if the monk next to the prince hadn't turned out to be a traitor and leaked the fact that he believed in Buddhism and wanted to build a Buddhist kingdom on earth, we wouldn't have been fooled by his previous appearance! As for now, huh, it's just a dying struggle. The aristocratic families will never allow Buddhism to dominate the court, and they will unanimously be open to the outside world.

After Xuanzhen walked back to the high platform where the prince was, there were fewer and fewer people who wanted to die, and they all looked at the Ruan family. Ruan Yu's calligraphy and appearance were the best in the east of the Yangtze River, and his heart was born with a musical heart. If he didn't come out now, what better time?

Suddenly, someone laughed loudly, stepped into the air, and fell into the field. It was Cui Che, the "Purple Extreme Sword". He saluted with a smile, put a purple jade flute in his hand, brought it to his lips, pressed it with both hands, and blew out a melodious and distant sound.

The sound of the flute slowly swayed, radiating in the water, radiating in the mountains and forests, melancholy, lonely and misty. The front was like a turbulent sea tide, the waves were undulating, and I stood on the bow of the ship, drifting with the waves. As far as the eye can see, the sea and sky are the same color, with no boundaries. Between the vast sky and the earth, I can only be alone, sailing in the boat. The sound of the flute is getting lower and lower, and the sea is silent and surging. The artistic conception, charm and melody are all perfect, making many people feel sentimental.

The flow of the river seemed to slow down, the lake became quieter, and there were no more birds singing in the forest, making it even more silent. The lingering sound lingered in their hearts. Everyone fell into this mood and remained silent for a while.

"In the Ming Dynasty, the sound of the flute was as smooth as the boat, and the sound of the flute was far away. The artistic conception was as sharp as the Xuanzhen!"

Lu Chunyang narrowed his eyes slightly and commented quite calmly. Jiang Zhiwei's expression next to him also became indifferent. These people are all her pursuers. They are not in today's outdoor scene, so they cannot be considered opponents. Now there are only three people who can be put in her eyes: the invisible sword He Jiu, Wang Siyuan who counts all the people, and the Daluo witch Gu Xiaosang.

After the emperor's comments, Cui Zhe returned to the table. Just when everyone turned their attention to Ruan Yushu, he suddenly saw a man walking into the arena. He had wonderful movements, could use his body to touch the wind, and his clothes were fluttering, looking like an immortal.

"This little monk is really good at being in the limelight. He never forgets to pay attention to his image!"

Lu Chunyang glared at Meng Qi with disgust, which made Jiang Zhi smile slightly and found it very interesting. She didn't know why her uncle was always picky and picky towards Meng Qi, but it didn't mean that his uncle wasn't interested in Meng Qi. Look at it differently.

"Master uncle seems to be approachable, but in fact he is the most cold and arrogant. When he just commented on Yan Chong and others, his heart had no fluctuations. He never took the other party into his heart. Only when the young monk was finished, did he really have a slight mood swing!"

Even the old emperor Zhao Mingyu did not expect that Meng Qi would end up. After all, his talents and skills were naturally incompatible with the names of Thunder Sword Mad Monk, Mang King Kong, and Crazy Sword!

"Su Ziyuan, what do you have to show?"

Meng Qi's surname was Su, his given name was Meng, and his given name was Ziyuan. Under everyone's surprised gazes, Meng Qi said nothing. He picked up a piece of rotten wood by the river, sat cross-legged, turned his palm into a knife, and cut off the outside.

Just now, Meng Qi remembered that he had seen Mr. Lu Da carving puppets. The tranquility and concentration contained therein cannot be described in words! Sculpting is also a talent!

"Those who learn from me will live, those who imitate me will die!"

After Meng Qi recited these words silently, his mind was at peace and he returned to Pinghu. He pointed his sword and carved without haste.

Today he was wearing a green shirt, which looked more casual than the masculine and heroic look of his black outfit. Although he was sitting on the floor, he was not rude at all, but showed a leisurely and contented attitude.

Everyone didn't think anything of it at first. Meng Qi's carvings were ordinary and had no artistic conception. They seemed to be purely there to liven up the atmosphere.

"It's a bit interesting. He has a good understanding and has a hint of Mr. Lu Da's meaning!"

Lu Chunyang's clear voice sounded in the field, making countless people look at him with surprise. Mr. Lu Da, Yishinjian, is the land immortal who is the number one swordsman in the world and fourth on the Heavenly Ranking. How could Su Ziyuan be related to such an expert? .

As Meng Qi's carving deepened, everyone gradually felt that something was wrong. Their eyes seemed to be following Meng Qi's hand. He was so focused and pious that he himself also followed suit. After concentrating, they can forget their worries. The troubles and worries in their hearts gradually fade away, their impetuousness subsides, their anxiety disappears, and they devote themselves wholeheartedly to observing the sculptures.

This feeling is felt not only by enlightenment, but also by half-step and outdoor scenes experts, but it's just not that immersive. No one spoke, only the sounds of gurgling and birdsong echoed, adding to the quietness. The sword in the hand and the knife in the hand are natural, with changes in each one, and the pious and focused attitude cleanses the soul.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Qi stopped. The wooden sculpture in his palm was ready, resembling the emperor, and with a unique charm. But everyone was calm and peaceful, with peaceful minds and smiles.

Meng Qi flew the puppet towards the old emperor. It made no sound, as if it was enjoying the journey religiously. After catching the puppet and playing with it for a while, the old emperor suddenly sighed.

"Those who are focused, tranquil, and sincere in martial arts will be rewarded."

While everyone was silent, Ruan Yushu walked down the high platform slowly, holding his guqin in his arms. Her belt was swaying and caressed, and there was a crisp sound, which was ethereal to the ears. Ruan Yushu was dressed in a white skirt, holding a guqin, and walked slowly down the tower and stepped into the field. His expression was cold and not arrogant.

After Ruan Yushu saluted, he knelt down on the ground and placed the right end and left end of "Qi Feng Qin" on his knees. Compared with Meng Qi's leisurely and freehand style just now, he was a little more calm, as if the place where he knelt was not covered with dust. The ground is the fairy palace illuminated by the moonlight, clean and pure. Her every move was calm and composed, allowing everyone to slowly restrain their senses, calm down, and wait for the music.

Ruan Yushu pressed the strings with his left hand and lifted it lightly with his right hand. A sound like the cry of geese in the sky opened the picturesque volume. Slowly, the scene of crisp autumn air and thousands of miles of clouds seemed to appear in everyone's minds, which complemented the thousands of miles of blue sky they saw before them. There was a scene in the piano, a piano in the scenery, a relaxed and lofty atmosphere, and a broad mind.

There are birdsong in the smooth and soothing tune, as if birds are hovering in the sky, flying diagonally, or circling, lingering around, setting off the beautiful scenery, as if it were real.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes flashed, and strange birds flew out of the forest and circled above Ruan Yushu. The chirping sounds were heard, which was exactly the same as the description of the sound of the piano!

The sound of the piano gradually fades away, the flowing water is gone and the cold pond is clear, the smoke condenses and the mountains are purple at dusk, and the beautiful scenery of autumn comes into my mind. The gurgling river became more soothing, and the mirror-like flat lake became clearer, finally reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, birds flying in the morning sun, the sky in the water, and the water hidden in the sky. It was so beautiful that it was just ordinary piano music and my own artistic conception, but there was a harmony between heaven and man. Change!

The music gradually weakened, and the birds returned home, one by one falling down and perching beside the phoenix. The lingering sound lingers around the beams, and hundreds of birds sing in unison, lingering on. The way of nature, the manifestation of the state of mind, the vastness and tranquility, the transformation of heaven and man.

"It's cold and far away, the autumn is high, the birds are watching the phoenix, and the lake in the heart is clear. It's truly a piece of music that's made in heaven, within reach of heaven and man!"

Lu Chunyang nodded. Ruan Yushu's piano skills were natural and reached the realm of earthly music. It was very rare. Her artistic conception was far-reaching and refreshing. Among the few who finished, her talent was the most astonishing and she was the best.

Sure enough, after Ruan Yushu's song, no one dared to show off his humiliation.

"The way of playing, chess, calligraphy and painting is led by the Ruan family's Yushu. Do you have any objections to it?"

The old emperor looked around at everyone and asked softly. There was no doubt that there was no objection. Ruan Yushu naturally won the first question and was given a cup of royal wine.

"The second question is about articles on principles and one's own path. Since you are all talented people, you always think about the principles of heaven and man and your own path, and you are also people with extraordinary understanding. I have a rare treasure, which is called the wordless one. Monument, let everyone realize it and see who gets more."

The wordless monument is a rare treasure, rumored to be from the ancient heaven, and is close to a divine weapon to some extent. When a martial artist looks at this wordless monument, he or she will have some insights. He or she may be able to master all the martial arts, or he may realize the truth and perfect his state of mind. If he has enough realm and accumulation, he may even be able to directly create a magical skill. "

In the past, the Jin Dynasty conquered Kang, defeated Ying City, and obtained the Sword of the Emperor. Taizu of Jin Dynasty combined the humane skills contained in the sword with the content of his own "Jingshi Book", watched the wordless monument for seven days and seven nights, and finally integrated the two. Integrated into one body, since then, there are two divisions into the normal "Book of Shocking World" and the humanistic "Book of Shocking World". The Eight Shocking Swords have also evolved into an imperial sword technique. With the blessing of the power of all living beings, the latter can practice faster and become more powerful. Being stronger, and even having fewer obstacles, gradually became the mainstream of the royal family, and the royal family no longer lacked half-step Dharmakaya experts.

Everyone around them has glaring eyes and is eager to try it. The "Wordless Monument" is a secret treasure of the royal family and is priceless. It is never allowed to be observed by outsiders. Today, the old emperor has made a grand gesture. This Qionghua Banquet will definitely be remembered in history. The younger generation are gearing up and are no longer afraid of embarrassment. It doesn't matter if they lose, as long as they can understand something, it will last a lifetime!

A stone tablet flew out of the old emperor's hand and landed under the high platform. The stone was gray and white, simple and old, with many fine cracks. There was no word on it, not even patterns, but it felt as deep as the sea, and it was difficult to see the bottom. A rare treasure indeed!

"One cup of tea per person."

As soon as the old emperor finished speaking, the talents who had not dared to leave the stage before left their seats one after another, almost lining up.

People from all the top families were half happy to hear it, and half frowned slightly, wondering why the emperor was suddenly so generous.

The sun was high, and it was almost noon. Talents returned one after another in front of the wordless monument. Some had outstanding understanding, aroused visions, gained some insights, and improved their realm. Others returned without success and did not think they had understanding. Not enough, I just think that the monument without words is useless.

Lu Chunyang's expression was calm and his lips were tightly closed, but a voice emerged in Jiang Zhiwei's mind.

"Your opportunity has come. I will help your mind enter the Wordless Monument, comprehend the true principles of heaven and earth, and reach a higher level of heaven!"