I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

Monk Huiming really stunned, and everyone looked at him, and they became strange.

"Dare to ask the little master, you can't even protect yourself right now, and Chen wants to kill again. How are you doing?"

Chen Jiezhi reached behind Huiming and pressed his palms against the back of the opponent, spitting out his palms at any time, not giving the opponent a chance to show Buddhism.

"Poor monk has no choice but to try hard."

Huiming folded his palms together: "Poor monks believe that everyone in the world has good intentions, but it may be forced by the situation, so the kindness is not manifested. If the external environment does not force people to be helpless, everyone should not be malicious."

Chen Jiezhi said slowly: "But now even the little master's life is in Chen's hands. Chen did it, you can't even save yourself.

The little master really wants to save people, so it's better to get out and put down your words. If Chen dared to kill, you would take revenge and kill Chen's nephew.

In this way, Chen might be jealous, and the lives of these Tang Jun and yourself must be saved. "

"What the donor said is a way." The young monk said: "Helpless this way, the poor monk really can't do it."

Chen Jiezhi waved his hand and ordered his men to take away the prisoners of Tang Jun:

"Does the little master know that these people can survive as long as they lay down their weapons and surrender?"

Huiming talked about the Buddha's name: "Poor monks don't know, but the benefactor has the virtue of good living. This is a blessing for all beings."

"Those who have good virtuousness are Chang'an City Lord." Chen Jiezhi said: "I can't wait to follow and imitate His Majesty."

Venerable Huiming said, "That's great..."

But he was interrupted by Chen Jiezhi again: "However, Chen Mou just said something, but it was never false. Instead of us falling under the Dongtang Sword, no one can survive!"

Monk Huiming's expression is a bit heavy: "If the poor monk has a chance, he will save people from the Dongtang Sword."

"Do you have a chance? It's hard to say." Chen Jiezhi personally escorted him back to Chang'an: "It's up to my majesty to decide."

Monk Huiming was sent all the way back to Chang'an.

After Zhang Dongyun understood the whole story, he couldn't help but smile.

Mr. Wuyun, who he projected, explained that after Chen Jiezhi returned to Hexi County to continue to open up the frontiers and expand the territory, he slid the young monk to the Daming Palace.

At the same time, he called Shen Herong.

The girl turned into a young scholar, dressed in white, sitting under Zhang Dongyun.

Mr. Wu Yun took the little monk Huiming to the hall and put him down.

Huiming straightened his clothes and looked at Zhang Dongyun, who was shrouded in brilliance above, with his palms folded: "Poor monk Huiming, I have seen the city lord."

Zhang Dongyun sat on the top without speaking.

The scholar in white on the side chuckled slightly: "I heard that the little master imitated the Buddha to cut meat and feed the eagle?"

Huiming said: "The poor monk has been taught by his master since childhood, and Buddhist disciples should be compassionate."

"Compassion?" The scholar in white clothes smiled, "It's just the rule of power."

Huiming put his palms together: "The benefactor's words are heavy, the Buddha just couldn't bear the death of life, so he gave up himself."

"It's really better to give up oneself than to give up others." The scholar in white said calmly: "But it still doesn't change the nature of power control."

He calmly looked at the young monk: "The eagle wants to eat the meat of the dove. Why did it eat the meat of the Buddha? The Buddha certainly offered his own meat, but it was based on the fact that he took away the power of the eagle's choice."

The scholar said with a smile: "Yes, the eagle has one choice left, which is to not eat the Buddha's meat and then starve to death."

Huiming frowned: "What the donor said, is it natural to survive the fittest? The Buddha cuts meat and feeds the eagle, but hopes that both birds can survive and that both lives can be preserved."

"It is the Buddha who decides the survival of the fittest."

The scholar replied casually: "He can choose to eliminate only one, or he can choose to eliminate both, but he ultimately chooses not to eliminate both."

Huiming frowned and tightened.

The scholar always had a relaxed tone: "Of course I can see the compassion of the Buddha in this story, but I can still see that all beings are not equal.

The Buddha can decide his own life and death, the life and death of the pigeon, and the life and death of the eagle.

As for the eagle, he can only choose to resist the Buddha and die, or live according to the Buddha. "

When Huiming heard this, her expression was lighter: "All beings are always equal, but most people are fascinated by the practice, and it is difficult to see the clarity of mind. The Buddha is just one step ahead, and all beings can become Buddhas through practice."

"Is that so?" the scholar asked, "It seems that eagles eat doves because eagles practice more than doves and are closer to the Buddha."

"Karma to kill is a bad karma, and this view cannot be understood. In the next life the eagle will become a dove, and the dove will become an eagle. It is still unknown." Huiming said.

The scholar smiled: "So, the eagle of this life is the dove of the previous life, and the dove of this life is the eagle of the previous life."

Huiming put his palms together: "The retribution of injustices will continue, and the reincarnation will not stop. The Buddha used great compassion to save himself and cut off sins."

"Well said, so the Buddha is not ruling their lives or saving them, but awakening them?"

The scholar applauded gently: "If the eagle refuses to eat the flesh of the Buddha and die, it is his own obsession and cannot be regarded as the killing karma of the Buddha, right?"

"This is natural..." Huiming was halfway through speaking, but hesitated.

Above Zhang Dongyun suddenly knocked on the armrest of the seat: "That's it."

The scholar in white smiled slightly and stopped talking.

Little Monk Huiming turned to look upward.

"The person you want to save would never die, but you have hindered me from doing things in Chang'an." Zhang Dongyun imitated the evil emperor's voice.

The little monk put his palms together for the eleventh ceremony: "The junior is reckless and intervenes without discerning the truth. He is ashamed of the senior.

The seniors have the virtue of living well and don't commit many crimes. The juniors admire them.

To apologize, if the seniors give instructions, the juniors will do their best to do everything they can.

However, please forgive the predecessors for their offense. After all, the war is not a blessing for the Li people. If a truce can be negotiated, it will really benefit the common people. Please think twice. "

Zhang Dongyun was not angry when he heard this, but said lightly: "Under our rule, the people of Li people are happier than under any other rule."

Huiming opened his mouth, but he choked again when something came to his lips.

Aside from the scholar in white clothes, he said again: "Facts speak louder than words. The little master might as well walk around Chang'an, and then walk under Dongtang rule. Everything is self-evident."

"The donor makes sense."

Monk Huiming nodded: "The poor monk originally planned to visit Xinyuan County in the north of the Eastern Tang Dynasty.

I met folks who had fled there before, saying that there was a magic dragon there causing chaos, causing the local people to leave their homes.

The poor monk plans to go there and help the people expel the magic dragon. "

He said it was unintentional, but the other two in the hall listened intentionally.

"Halloween Dragon? It's rare."

Zhang Dongyun's tone seemed casual: "I will not hold you accountable for bringing this fantasy dragon back to Chang'an, Hexi County."

Hearing this, Monk Huiming was a little surprised, but he immediately agreed: "As long as the poor monk can capture this demon, he must bring it back for the senior."

He doesn't talk silly, and Chang'an doesn't send anyone to stare at him, so he leaves, and will definitely bring the magic dragon back.

If you don't catch it, you will also come back to explain.

"If you leave later, someone will go with you." Zhang Dongyun said.

Monk Huiming thought he was monitoring him, but he didn't mind: "If the poor monk understands, he will arrange it according to his senior."

The young monk left the main hall.

The scholars in white clothes in the hall continuously changed back to the appearance of a ten-year-old girl.

"Why bully the children?" Zhang Dongyun said indifferently.

"He's too tender. Why would he be swayed so easily with an old bald head? The little girl didn't go around him much."

Shen Herong smiled: "However, at a young age, there is the seventh stage of Buddhism cultivation. It is not easy to be true. Buddhism speaks of epiphany, but the more it is, the more it shows that this little monk has excellent talents.

The little monk Huiming, who is only sixteen years old this year, has reached the seventh state of Buddhism, the Xumi state.

Even with Shen and Rong's vision, the other party is considered a genius in Buddhist practice.

Zhang Dongyun didn't comment too much on Monk Huiming, but just looked at Shen Herong and said, "You really play harder than before."

"Brother laughed."

After Shen Herong smiled, his expression became serious: "Although Yechuan County and Xinyuan County are far apart, they should be Brother Eleven."

"Ape Dragon King" Ao Kong, it is precisely the two monster blood that simultaneously moved Mountain Demon Ape and Fantasy Sky Dragon.

Zhang Dongyun nodded slightly.

He was puzzled.

Are you going to be slapped in the face?

When chatting with Shen and Rong before, both of them judged that as long as there is no major accident, Ao Kong, who is in an unhealthy state, can only become a mountain-moving ape, not a magical dragon.

Is it really a big accident?

Zhang Dongyun was curious.

Where is this out-of-state change?

"The little girl will go to Xinyuan County with the little monk again." Shen Herong's childish little face was full of seriousness.

"Then it's handed over to the twelve sisters." Zhang Dongyun nodded.

"Although the little girl has recently broken through to the eighth stage, there may be new changes on the eleventh side and I have to guard against it."

Shen Herong said: "The blue-eyed little sister is still carrying it. If there is a situation, I may still need guidance from my eldest brother."

"Don't worry." Zhang Dongyun said.

Shen Herong, as the maid of the Daming Palace, Ming Yixue, went on the road with the little monk Shang Huiming.

At first Huiming thought that Chang'an City sent people to monitor him to prevent him from sneaking away.

But at this moment, looking at Ming Yixue, who looked a few years younger than himself, he was a little confused about the intentions of Chang'an City Lord.

With a simple nature, he couldn't help but review his previous use of a villain to save a gentleman's belly.

Huiming found the girl in front of him, and quietly looked at the top of his head.

Noting Huiming's gaze, the girl quickly lowered her head.

Huiming smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

The girl hesitated slightly, her voice was crisp: "Brother, your hair..."

Huiming suddenly said, "Yes, there are not many Buddhist disciples here. No wonder you are curious. The poor monks are monks. After shaved, they naturally lose their hair."

The girl regained her composure, and nodded like an adult: "That's it."

Upon seeing this, Huiming couldn't help but smile, and took the girl out of the city.

The girl straightened her hat.

There is a sky blue orb hidden in the hat.