You Buddha is merciful and cool [Rebirth]

Licheng is on September 27th.

Zhu Jueyun is wearing Ziyi, and the disheveled cassock hangs on the left and right shoulders. He is tall and dignified.

The clothes were changed by the monks, Zhu Jueyun put on the cassock, and walked out of the corridor surrounded by the crowd.

The ancient bell on the mountain chimes very regularly.

The mountains are decorated with long bright yellow curtains, and the sun shines brightly.

With red cloth covering the ground under his feet, Zhu Jueyun walked out and stopped suddenly.

The old monk bowed and said, "What's the matter with the Buddhist family?"

Zhu Jueyun turned his head and said, "You go forward."

Qu Conggu wore nondescript clothes today, covered his hair with cloth strips, followed behind the crowd in a daze.

Zhu Jueyun said again: "Stand forward."

Qu Conggu: ...

Everyone lowered their heads, as if they didn't hear it, but he was a little embarrassed and rubbed forward.

"Go further."

Qu Conggu glared at him, then stood behind him cheekily.

A monk who was originally standing behind Zhu Jueyun took a step back to make room very sensiblely.

Qu Conggu felt ashamed.

The building is full today.

Zhu Jueyun knelt on the bright yellow futon, lowered his head slightly, and listened to the training with his palms folded.

The head abbot stood in front of him, took the hanging beads from the attendant, and slowly put them on his neck.

Zhu Jueyun said: "Kowtow to the master."

Then a big gift was made.

The head abbot taught: "Entering Buddhism, giving up selfish interests, and helping all living beings, you should be neither angry nor angry, nor sad nor pitiful."

"Careful independence, clear discernment, the leader orders hundreds of soldiers without fear, and devotes all his energy to Fulong Mountain's millennium foundation, to do his best as a monk."

"The heads of the ancestors of the past generations are on the top, and they are obedient to orders!"

Zhu Jueyun said seriously: "The disciple is here."

The head abbot is magnificent: "I am the third generation head of Fulong Mountain, with the dharma name Kuangming, and I will pass on the throne to you with the triple golden body arhat in the past and present, and I will order you to share honor and disgrace with Fulong Mountain in the next hundred years!"

Qu Cong looked down, and suddenly felt an inexplicable impassioned feeling.

He is not a Buddhist cultivator, and he has no feelings for Fulong Mountain, but the masters alternate, and they all guarantee life and death. The atmosphere of the world is too strong, too amazing.

There are bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and the silk and bamboo are chaotic.

He heard Zhu Jueyun reply in a deep voice: "The disciple takes orders."

Golden flowers exploded in front of Qu Conggu's eyes, and he couldn't help but think, he is really amazing and handsome.

All day long, Qu Conggu didn't have a chance to get close to Zhu Jueyun to express his heartfelt heart, and followed him from a distance, watching him in the middle of the crowd.

When the succession ceremony came to an end, it was a grand banquet.

The guests were members of other sects of the Buddhist cultivator lineage, and Zhu Jueyun, as today's protagonist, sat high on the main seat.

Fulongshan changed its head at this juncture, and its intentions were clearly revealed. This banquet was full of undercurrents and was not peaceful.

In the previous grand ceremony, they have been busy with rituals and going through the process, and now they can finally sit down and have a good fight quietly.

The head abbot said he was sick and left the venue, which was a tacit practice, in order to avoid the embarrassment of the old and newcomers.

Zhu Jueyun sat at the top.

The white jade spoon in the hand of a red-robed young man in the first seat suddenly fell to the ground, with a crisp sound, several petals were broken.

With this crisp sound, today's drama officially kicked off.

A servant who had been standing by the side came forward to clean it and replace it with new utensils.

The red-robed boy showed no expression, and suddenly said: "That's all, no need to trouble."

Zhu Jueyun glanced over briefly without stopping.

The silence was broken, and finally someone said something: "The last time the poor monk came to Fulong Mountain was more than 60 years ago. I didn't expect that there is still no change, just like yesterday."

It doesn't matter if these words are just expressive in normal times, but they are a bit inappropriate and too ugly to be used in such a grand ceremony today.

What do you mean no change at all?In front of so many people, you scold us for not making progress?

But Fulongshan was still very unassuming. After a catastrophe and death battle, people in the rivers and lakes saw a joke, and his internal affairs were indeed in turmoil. At this time, no one dared to take the stand.

Zhu Jueyun said casually: "The last time this junior was lucky enough to see Master Yikui was more than 60 years ago. I didn't expect the Master to remain unchanged, just like yesterday."

Crowd: ...

Wow, you young man is a bit too aggressive.

Yi Kui looked bad and didn't speak for a long time.

"The little head is quite frank," an old man said with a smile, "I don't know how old he is?"

Zhu Jueyun said: "You are still young, and you should listen to the teachings."

The old man quickly waved his hands: "Hey, where did you get the teaching, just ask."

"I've known the old master for several years," he said with a kind smile, "I haven't heard much about you. I think it's not long since you started?"

This question can't be asked, and someone immediately answered it for him: "Although the head of the sect is still young, but he is dedicated to the Buddha's day and has advanced thousands of miles. He has entered the triple golden body, entered the Fangyuan Pavilion, and it is reasonable to be ordered in the face of danger."

Zhu Jueyun didn't respond, his expression was indifferent.

Qu Conggu looked at his expression from below, thinking that Zhu Jueyun must be very angry now.

Isn't this a self-inflicted trap...Stupid or not.

They only asked one question, you have said so much, you can no longer standardize 300 taels of silver here.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled kindly.

Qu Conggu scolded in his heart: Old fox.

Then there was a calm attack on Zhu Jueyun with knives, guns and sticks, probing back and forth, hiding the knife in his smile.

Zhu Jueyun probably practiced the true meaning of life, such as an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and if you can't beat him, run away. If you can pay back, you will pay back.

Suddenly, a monk in blue and five-color cassocks said, "Now that everyone is gathered, why don't we decide on the matters of Buddhist practice?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a brief silence above the hall.

In fact, there is no exact time for the Buddhist practice, how many years and where it will be held, but now that the fire is dead, the miracle will be performed, and everyone knows that it should be opened, and they also know what they want to do .

Qu Cong looked at the roster and recognized the speaker as Tong Jing, the head of the Xu Ling Division.

Zhu Jueyun frowned very slightly, with a look of impatience, and then endured it.

The red-robed boy cast a sneaky glance at him.

The old man said: "Alright, today is also a good day, let's make a fortune."

"For this location, it's better to choose a place that is convenient for everyone."

Fulong Mountain is to the north, Xuling Division is to the south, and the rest of the sects, big and small, can't do anything. Only the Gaya Temple has the best terrain, and the central plain's water and land junction, with a magnificent momentum.

It couldn't be more obvious what the old man was referring to.

He was originally the elder of the Gaya Hall, and he was the boss of the Gaya Hall after he died in the fire, so there is no reason not to be selfish.

Everyone whispered, but no one came up with any other excuses.

Where this discussion is held, at least anyone wants to fight for it.

"If you want to talk about convenience," said a fat monk beside him, "Jiufeng is actually the most suitable."

"It's not just that the location is close, it's just that Jiufeng has already made preparations for this matter, and everything is ready."

"Xuan Qing was joking," the old man said with a smile, "It's alright to be young like you, I have bad legs and feet, and it's too high to go up Fulong Mountain, and Jiufeng is steep, I'm afraid we won't be able to bear it."

As he spoke, he looked at the elderly old abbot opposite and smiled, and that person also agreed.

Yi Kui followed closely and said, "That's right, it shouldn't be Jiufeng's turn anyway."

Xuan Qing stopped talking.

"Master." Jing Wu called out in a low voice.

The young man in red robe suddenly said, "I don't quite understand it, does Master Xuan Qing still have hope?"

"Even if we discuss matters in Jiufeng, so what?"

The young man looked directly at Xuan Qing, Xuan Qing's chest heaved a few times, and his anger surged: "What do you mean!"

The young man said: "It doesn't mean anything, I just want to ask Sect Leader Xuanqing, do you still remember how sincere I was back then, and Sect Leader Xuanqing should be content with seeking benevolence, you also understand .”

Eyes flickered all around, asking each other what he was referring to.

Xuan Qing was suddenly discouraged, and collapsed at the waist with a purple complexion.

Zhu Jueyun said: "If you have any other opinions, let's talk about it together."

Tong Jing, the head of Xu Ling Division, said: "I don't think everyone should be so nervous. The left and right are just looking for a place. In my opinion, all the heads are also ambitious. Speaking of which, I, Xu Ling Division, am nothing more than a mere In 300 years, I really can't do it among the various sects. This is a critical moment, and I know I can't take on the big responsibility. No matter what the outcome of the discussion, Xu Lingsi only has the heart of assisting the left and right."

"Since everyone can't decide, it's better to come to Xuling Division to make it."

The old man smiled faintly, and his eyes swept over him.

Yi Kui said: "Why? After talking for a long time, you still want to fight for this place."

The red-robed young man had a bad temper, and scolded: "Master Yi Kui, please stop talking."

Yi was choked up when he was reprimanded by a young man, he really didn't dare to say anything.

Seeing this, Tong Jing asked, "I don't know how Master Yuandu sees it?"

Today is Fulongshan's home stadium, and Tiaodu is still sitting on the main seat, so of course I have to ask.

"I think it's pretty good," Zhu Jueyun said casually, "It's just that you know that it's not just about talking about it."

Tong Jing naturally understood what he meant, and also knew why these people hesitated, so he said: "Well, everyone here is a person who is trembling in Dongsheng Shenzhou, and I am not ashamed of being a small school. How about I, Xu Ling, not participating in the discussion?"

He retreated and pushed again and again, with an extremely sincere attitude, but it was still unbelievable.

At that time, if the power is slightly tilted, it may lead to different results. No one wants to make a mistake, and they dare not believe it or gamble.

Zhu Jueyun said: "Everyone think about it, I have no objection to Fulong Mountain."

Jing Wu called out again in a low voice: "Master!"

Zhu Jueyun glanced at him, and he let out a sigh of relief, looking unhappy.

The young man in red sneered: "Master Yuan Du and Master Tong Jing sang together, it seems that they have discussed it long ago."

"..." Zhu Jueyun: "No."

"I just took over Blood Thread Bodhi," he said, "Master Ming thinks highly of me."

The young man named Mingli laughed again, with a look of disbelief.

"A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger."

Zhu Jueyun no longer entangled with him, and directly raised his voice to the crowd: "No matter what, you have to choose a place. Since you don't feel at ease where you choose, it's better to make a decision directly. The seniors all grew up on the rivers and lakes. This I’m afraid you don’t need me to say it, everyone knows it.”

"It stands to reason that I, Fulong Mountain, should be the first to disagree when going to Xuling Division. This place is thousands of miles away from Pingcheng, and it is close to the Gaya Hall. It is dangerous and chaotic. I am the first to accept—"

He just said this, but was suddenly interrupted by Ming Li: "What do you mean? Could it be that I, Gaya Palace, and Xu Lingsi are in collusion?"

Zhu Jueyun smiled slightly: "Then what's the point of your Gaya Palace's delay in responding?"

Wasn't he afraid of Xu Lingsi's collusion with Fu Longshan?

In the end, it turned into a confrontation between Fulong Mountain and Gaya Temple.

People on both sides are afraid, and both are also afraid that the other party is pretending to be unwilling, but in fact there has been an ambush long ago.

Tong Jing raised his hand helplessly and said, "Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything."

This person was sitting next to Qu Conggu, he secretly looked at it from the corner of his eye, and felt that this person was really kind and looked like an honest person.

But he has learned a lot by now, knowing that it is absolutely impossible to tell what a person is like by his appearance, so he calmly picks up the vegetables in the bowl.

After a while, perhaps because his observing aura was too obvious, Tong Jing suddenly took the initiative to talk to him: "This little friend, who did you learn from?"

Qu Conggu calmly said: "I have relatives with Sect Master Tiaodu, and we are here to join in the fun."

Tong Jing: ...? ? ?

After Qu Conggu finished speaking, he stopped explaining, as if it was very reasonable, and it should be so.

Tong Jing also said 'ah' and said, "Okay, that's it."

After a while, Tong Jing asked again, "Who is your relative?"

Qu Cong thought to himself why this person is so talkative, and said casually, "It's my cousin."

"Oh," Tong Jing said again, "before I became a monk, there were cousins ​​in my family, several of them, but they were not very kind to me."

Qu Conggu: ...

Tong Jing said enviously: "It seems that your cousin treats you very well."

Qu Cong Gu:? ? ?

Anyone can be the head now, or something.

As a result, the day was spent sitting until sunset, and finally it was settled, it was in the Xu Ling Division.

At this time, Tong Jing and Qu Conggu had already talked about life ideals from their cousin, and from life ideals to bergamot cakes.

Tong Jing said, "Actually, the bergamot cakes are not very tasty."

Qu Conggu felt devastated: "Really? I heard people say it's delicious."

"It's not very sweet," Tong Jing asked, "Do you like sweets?"

Qu Conggu: "I love to eat."

"Then it's not tasty, the bergamot cake is not sweet at all."

Qu Cong felt that half of the sky had collapsed.

Then I heard Zhu Jueyun say from above: "If that's the case, let's be Xu Lingsi."

As soon as he said this, Qu Cong was taken aback for a moment.

Then he seemed to see Tong Jing's shoulders loosen slightly, as if he had been holding a breath and let it go.

Tong Jing smiled and said to him: "Next time you ask your cousin to bring you to Xuling Division, I'll give you some. It's really not delicious."

Qu Conggu nodded and smiled at him.

From then on, he suddenly felt uneasy.

Supplementary chapter notes:

Both ① and ② come from the same poem "Liuzhou Getou Youth Chivalry" by He Zhu, a poet of the Song Dynasty