Heaven is fearless

This is a somewhat long story. The beginning of the story is the collapse of the precarious and flashy dynasty. The dust with the smell of luxury and gold floats on the remains of the old country, watching the smoke and flames of war pervade the entire continent.

Perhaps the downfall of most dynasties is inseparable from a stupid king. The last emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty was not only stupid, but also personally killed the only hope of the dynasty's succession. But when the new emperor puts on the dragon robe, these bloody past It was sealed in the pile of old papers, and no one was allowed to mention it.

After the new emperor came to the throne, he slashed the entire court, and the sharp butcher knife hung under the glorious plaque. The blood at Caishikou had been bleeding for several years. Few people knew what he was doing. This kind of person wanted to shovel the foundation of his throne His crazy behavior lasted for several years before it gradually stopped.

In the past few years, there was a turmoil in the capital, the silk and bamboo in the flower streets and willow alleys trembled, the banquets of the dignitaries and dignitaries were held in a low-key manner, and the banquets were filled with panic and laughter. They dared not listen, for fear that when they opened the door, they would see the expressionless Tingwei holding a torch. It is said that an old mother of a servant came to join her son, and because of the loud knock on the door, she frightened her son to death.

"However, this is just a simple antecedent that must be mentioned. Almost 100 years have passed in this period of history, and the mortal years have passed too quickly."

The monk in white was sitting on the simple futon, the end of the rosary in his hand fell on his lap. There was no sandalwood in the room, but Busheng always felt that there was a dense and warm fragrance filling the narrow and simple room.

When he doesn't look into the eyes of others and is immersed in his own thoughts, Brahma's words and deeds are normal and calm. He probably already has a complete set of things to say in his mind, just like the written Buddhist scriptures. You just need to gently pick out the content you need from your brain and express them smoothly.

Busheng sat across from him, and the child sat cross-legged in a regular manner after imitating the Brahmacharya, looking up at the monk who told the story with half-closed eyes: "100 years ago...was it when the Venerable Master went down the mountain to travel?"

Fanxing held the Buddhist beads with one hand, and there was a kind of quiet dignity in his expression: "Yes."

Even if the dynasties change, the capital of the kingdom is still the capital of the old days. Purple air gathers under the feet of the emperor, and traffickers and beggars and prodigal sons flow into the sea like sand, converging into this famous capital through the ages. As soon as the sky is dawn, a line has already formed in front of the gate of Xizhimen. Long queues, farmers carrying burdens and businessmen driving horses huddled together, anxiously waiting for the opening of the city gate. Occasionally, there would be two luxurious carriages mixed in, and the grooms and servants who drove the carriages would guard the surroundings of the carriages. People in dusty clothes will consciously make way for them.

Xizhimen is adjacent to Changpingfang, and all transactions are restricted in Changpingfang. Anyone who opens a market outside Changpingfang to buy and sell goods without authorization, even if he only buys a handful of vegetables and a few eggs, will be punished.

In addition to the market in Changpingfang, there is also a fireworks alley, where there are many flower shops and restaurants, where the low-class and dandies linger. Therefore, Changpingfang is also the most mixed place in Kyoto. Inspection points are set up inside and outside Changpingfang. At most, Changpingfang was in a mess from the beginning to the end.

The nobles who rely on their status all live in the east side closest to Miyagi, and they seldom come and go through Xizhimen. Only the Fanyin Temple outside the city before and after the Buddha's birthday party said that the nobles would follow the shortcut and pass here when they came back from the meeting.

The frame is obviously the same this time. Some pink petals fell on the turquoise cloth used to surround the frame. There is a long peach branch in front of the frame. Delicate clouds are supported on the dark red wooden boards of the carriage.

This season, only Taohuawu outside Fanyin Temple has such luxuriant peach blossoms. The monks of Fanyin Temple are frugal, and they manage their own food, clothing, housing and transportation. They plant half a mountain of peach blossoms for the temple to increase income. Living in the monastery should be a person's expenses.

The color of duck blue in the sky gradually turned into red in the sunshine. At the end of the winding path, a monk in white walked slowly and calmly. He carried a dark red magic wand on his back, and a string of Buddhist beads hung on his chest. Very simple.

When he came close, he raised his eyes to look at the long line in front of him, and then quietly stood at the end of the line.

It was only then that everyone could see his face clearly, it was handsome and handsome, it couldn't be said how handsome it was, but it made people feel peaceful and happy when they saw it.

"Little master, your clothes..."

A peasant woman endured it and asked in a low voice.

The monk was dressed in plain white black clothes. Clothes of this color were the least resistant to dirt. There were some dirty stains on his cuffs, and there was a dirty black handprint on the side of his chest. He obviously tried his best to tidy it up. , but still can't erase those conspicuous stains.

——It must be the good deeds of those robbers entrenched in the past mountain roads. The criminal law of this dynasty is strict. After the fall of the previous dynasty, many villains who did evil things during the war became bandits. Jie Dao, don't they even let the monks off now?

The peasant woman looked at his handsome and fair face, and couldn't help but felt compassion. Her youngest son was as old as this little master. If her child was bullied like this, she would feel how heartbroken it would be!

The monk was stunned for a long time before he realized that he was talking to himself, his face turned red to the base of his ears, he put his palms together in a hurry and recited the Buddha's name: "The female benefactor is polite."

The peasant woman believed in Buddhism, so she said Amitabha Buddha together, and looked at him worriedly: "Is the little master a wandering monk who is walking outside? Where did he come from? What difficulties did he encounter on the way?"

The young monk lowered his head, his white face was full of shy blushes: "Exactly, the young monk came from Hexi County, and the order was placed at the Fanyin Temple. Yesterday, he wanted to come to Kyoto to see something. On the way..."

When he said this, he paused as if he didn't know how to organize his words.

As soon as the peasant woman heard these two place names, she understood: "Amitabha, come from Hexi County? No wonder, I heard that there is a group of extremely vicious and vicious gangsters in Hexi County, murdering and arsonating. Little Master didn't meet them, right?"

Asking such a question, the peasant woman did not believe that he would meet these bandits. After all, I heard from others that those bandits were the masters of all kinds of evil, and they never had a reason to live.

Unexpectedly, the monk paused for a moment, then said "um" slowly, and said with a little distress: "Yes... I met..."

The peasant woman was taken aback, and looked suspiciously at the monk in front of her. She thought that the young monk wanted to show off his abilities, exaggerated the ordinary gangsters, and made up some lies to deceive her, so she felt a little unhappy: " Little master, don't say this to scare my old lady, she is too old to be frightened."

Fanxing is proficient in Buddhism, and he can quote scriptures and classics at Buddhist meetings, but when he encounters this kind of ordinary chat, he is so embarrassed that he doesn't know what to say. But the Buddhist disciple didn't know how to deal with it, and frowned in embarrassment, as if he was a little bit blank and wronged: "The poor monk, the poor monk didn't mean to deceive the female donor..."

Seeing that he was at a loss and wanted to explain but didn't know where to start, the peasant woman's expression also changed from doubtful to "could it be true?" The story of the scriptures has taken over her mind, and even her expression has become fearful: "Little master—ah, master, did you use the supreme Buddha Dharma to influence those villains?"

Fan Xing hesitated, blinked his eyes twice, frowned slightly and thought for a while, finally nodded slowly: "...you can say that."

After pausing for a moment, he nodded with a more certain attitude than before: "They indeed had a sudden enlightenment under the inspiration of the poor monk, and they took refuge in my Buddha."

When he said this, there was a slightly gratified smile on Fanxing's face. This smile, coupled with his facial features, looked like a radiant Bodhisattva who came down to save the suffering: "They just encountered a little ups and downs. I hope the poor monk can point out the wrong way for them, they are not big treacherous people, my Buddha is merciful, and the poor monk persuaded them to correct their evil ways and return to righteousness, they readily agreed."

Shocked by his smile, the peasant woman rubbed her hands tremblingly and bent down deeply, murmuring some inaudible words in her mouth, apparently regarding Brahma as a Buddhist venerable with profound Taoism—— Although this understanding is not wrong, there is obviously something wrong with the process.

Their conversation was heard by the people in the carriage not far away. The man sitting in the carriage looked down at a book, raised his head, pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked the attendant who had been following the carriage: "Hexi County to Fanyin Temple. On the way, is there a group of rebel bandits roaring in the mountains and forests?"

The attendant replied: "There is such a group of people, about 30 to [-] people, all of whom were defeated by the former dynasty. "

When he said this, his eyes widened when he connected with what the peasant woman said just now: "No, no way...they are all desperadoes who lick blood..."

The man in the chariot lowered his head and pulled out a few pieces of paper that were pressed on the small table. It was a letter written by the sheriff of Hexi County. It happened to say a strange thing. The bandit bound his hands and came to the Sheriff's Mansion and claimed to surrender. Each of them looked peaceful, their thick and muscular bodies were tied up by pitiful little hemp ropes, and they lined up obediently and entered the prison of the Sheriff's Mansion. , During the period, he also snatched the key and opened the cell door because he disliked the slow movement of the jailer.

He originally thought it was a joke and passed it on, but now it seems that...

The man lifted the curtain with his hand and looked out through the narrow window. Before he could see the monk clearly, he had already looked at the monk very keenly.

——What a handsome man, Bai Tan before the Buddha.

In his heart, he praised the other party's demeanor in a low voice, and a peaceful smile appeared on his face: "Where is Master going in the city? Is there a place to stay?"

Fanxing bowed to him, lowered his eyes, and replied embarrassedly: "I haven't set any specific goals, I just walked around and have a look at random, I still have to go back to Fanyin Temple to rest."

The man in the car is almost forty years old, but his face is still as elegant and easy-going as that of a young man standing here. His black hair is tied in a crown, and there are some lines at the end of his eyes. The smile concealed this uncomfortable sharpness, and the years had endowed him with a heavy wine-like temperament, and he could vaguely see from his eyes the vigorous appearance of his youth.

"My surname is Yan, may I ask what the master's Dharma name is?" He asked with a smile.

Fanxing nervously clenched the Buddhist beads in his hand with one hand, and made up his mind: "Don't dare to call the master, the poor monk is called Fanxing, but he is just a small wandering monk. What's the point of the poor monk being stopped by the Lord Yan?" something important?"

The man in the car pondered for a while, his eyes swept over Fanxing's hand holding the Buddhist beads, and he couldn't help laughing in his heart - he was still a nervous child.

The vigilance was dispelled by this little trick, and he decided to go straight to the point: "I heard you talking to that aunt just now, and mentioned the bandits in Hexi County. It happened that I had a friend who was on duty at the Yamen and wrote to me Speaking of this matter, it is said that 23 high-profile criminals surrendered themselves a few days ago, can Master know these people?"

Fanxing thought for a while, and clasped the rosary with both hands: "Amitabha, 23 people? That should be the benefactors that the poor monk met."

He laughed happily, with a satisfied expression on his face: "That's great, they were indeed influenced by my Buddha, and they became enlightened."

The man flicked the small table with his fingertips, and his face showed a little curiosity: "Dare to ask Master Fanxing, what sutras and meanings were discussed with them, and the effect is so good?"

His eyes turned around the other party's slender and slender body, and he heard the young monk sigh with compassion, and his face blushed slightly: "I'm ashamed, the Buddhist teachings are not good enough, they didn't want to listen at first, The poor monk had no choice but to resort to the method of 'whacking the head' to make them suddenly realize..."

A great way to drink.

The man knocked on Xiaoji's hand and stopped.

Buddhism often uses the method of slapping the head to make people who are new to Buddhism suddenly enlightened. The specific implementation method is just like the literal meaning, that is, to hit people on the head with a stick, which is very simple and without any fancy elements.

But can a simple blow make those vicious gangsters surrender themselves?

The man remembered the understatement of the words "bruised nose and swollen face" in the letter that he ignored, his eyes fell on the young monk hesitantly, and he stayed on the heavy magic wand in his hand for a long time. A thought:

If you get hit by this falling wand, it should be very painful, right?

Fan Xing blinked at him innocently, not understanding why he suddenly fell silent, and moved his feet uncomfortably.

The man saw the well-behaved little monk in front of him turn red from the ear to the base of the neck, and an unspeakable feeling passed through his heart.

Who would have imagined that such a monk who looked easy to bully would actually be a monk.

Presumably, when those gangsters waved their knives and rushed towards him triumphantly, they didn't expect the world to be so unpredictable...

The author has something to say: Gangster: A monk!Although the monk doesn't have much oil and water, he looks easy to bully!Follow me little ones!

Fanxing: ... [A lot of people, a lot of people, a lot of people don't know each other] [Nervous to aphasia]

Bandit: Hand over the money for your life!

Fanxing: ...[Courage up your courage][About getting nervous enough to cry] Wait a minute, robbing is wrong, my Buddha is merciful, a benefactor...

Bandit: Bah!What are you talking about!The stinky donkey hand over the money!Keep that stick too!And your rosary!The jade on it looks worth some money.

Fanxing: ... [Many people, many people, many people are talking to me! 】【Ashamed to the point of suffocation】【Drop the magic wand to influence the bandits.jpg】【If you really don't know what to say, please ask politely】Donor, do you want to take refuge in my Buddha?

Bandit: @#￥%...&*@#￥Return to refuge!I can't listen to you!

Fanxing: Great!Sure enough, the charm of Buddhism is infinite!

Gangster: ... [You are strong and you are right in whatever you say]

Our Buddhist disciples are very good at talking during the Fa conference and fighting outside the Fa conference. These gangsters suddenly rushed out and spoke to him, scaring the Buddhist disciples who were afraid of society. He couldn’t organize his words for a while and took the path of serious influence. I have no choice but to... WARNING WAND WARNING.jpg