Chang'an India

Tan Shan once told Bian Yonglan that there are innumerable qin strings with Qi veins in this world, but apart from the dragon qi mortals can also use the spiritual consciousness of practitioners to glimpse the appearance, the so-called Qi pulse strings, hold back the lord of the river

The son stared out and couldn't see a point.

He can't see it, but the monk's insight is not hindered--his master's deduction method, or he can only explain it to others by comparing it with "hearing the string and following the sound"--Xia Chunqiu shook Chang'an at Mashan Sealing is like slapping a palm on the piano, and the reverberation is scattered. Where did the person who messed up the strings go, Tan Shan can naturally follow the reverberation.

It's just that Youzhou and Jiangnan are thousands of miles away, and a lingering sound chased here, and it has spread far away, making it difficult to tell where Xia Chunqiu went.

"Namashan Town was the place where the disaster occurred 26 years ago. According to common sense, he brought his seal to Jiangnan, maybe just to visit other disaster-stricken places." Feeling like this, he said generously, "As for what disaster happened in the south of the Yangtze River 26 years ago, it's not easy to know, just ask my father."

Father Bian was not yet old enough to resign from office, but Marquis Wan Jiang didn't want to go to the government office to look for him, so he went back to his own home, scaring the old concierge into shouting like a ghost, "The young master is back!"

The Sheriff's Mansion occupies a vast area, and at a glance, it is clear that it has exceeded the limit, but whoever let the family give birth to a baby son, anyway, no one has been careless to enroll in the Hailing Sheriff's Book after all these years.

The women in the inner house usually don't see outsiders easily, but Tan Shan is a monk, so he doesn't pay that much attention. Bian's mother came out in a hurry, and when she was about to salute, she saw Marquis Wan Jiang wave his hand: "Forgive me, please spare me this time." , don’t let this monk see the joke.”

Bian's mother was a native of the water village, her stature was not as tall as Bian Yonglan's shoulders, she wanted to touch his head, but she didn't dare to go too far, so she just held his hand, crying or not: "Why are you losing weight again?" ? No one takes care of you..."

No matter how courageous Bian Yonglan was, he didn't dare to ask his mother, "Do you think this monk is suitable to take care of me", so he could only say a few casual words and settle the matter.

"Han'er is already good at calling people, I'll let them take it out for you to see." Although Bian's mother is well-maintained and looks less than forty, she is actually a grandmother. The servant woman went to call her grandson's nanny, and she recalled what she cared most about, "Lanlan, I'm not talking about you for mother's sake, you are 26 this year..."

Wanjiang Housheng listened for a while, then turned his head to Tan Shan and said, "Master, why don't I take you around, so you can take a look at the feng shui of this house."

"How can I bother this master..." Bian's mother didn't know why her son brought a monk back, nor how to greet this handsome monk, but she also looked at Tan Shan when she heard the words, and said, "Why?" I'm so troublesome", but there was a look of anticipation on his face—this eminent monk was so good-looking that people believed that he was extremely accurate in fortune-telling and feng shui.

So when Father Bian came home, he saw a group of servants with their sleeves rolled up, busy inside and out. After asking a question, he found out that his precious son brought a monk back. The "fairy-like master" said that the pond in the small garden Best not to stay.

Father Bian was full of confusion, frowned and walked into the main hall. He suspected that his son had been cheated, but when he saw the monk drinking tea, before he said a word of greeting, he felt that the pool really couldn't be kept, because it was necessary It is better to fill it out with a delay.

Father Bian was an official appointed by the imperial court, although he was not in official uniform, he refused to disturb the etiquette, and when he finally sat down to talk about business, the servant woman's freshly brewed tea was completely cold.

"Tell me 26 years ago..." Father Bian glanced at his son, and then continued, "Apart from the vision of the Longjiang River tide, only the area around Lize Lake suffered disasters. His days were the worst."

"Why didn't the governor of Lin'an catch him blind?" Bian Yonglan pondered for a while, and asked his father, "If you say that the worst-hit place, it should be in the direction of Gusu."

"That's the fault here," Bian's father nodded and said, "Don't say that there has never been such a strange thing in Li Ze Lake's life since ancient times. It is only said that the tide head is not going east, but going north. of."

Bian Yonglan and Tan Shan glanced at each other, and instead of turning the horse's head to the north in a hurry, they looked at the air veins of Hailing County from a height.

It was not easy for Bian's mother to see the eldest son, even though she knew that the child had the emperor's life, she couldn't help but keep them for an extra meal.

In the afternoon of the next day when we left the gate of the Sheriff's Mansion, Marquis Wan Jiang said to the monk, "If you want to climb up to see if the old man has been here before, I have a good place to take you there."

The good place he said was a lonely cliff, and ordinary people would not be able to climb such a steep place unless they were martial artists with great lightness skills.

Tan Shan's boxing skills are average, but his lightness kung fu is pretty good, Bian Yonglan asked the reason curiously, and could only say "I often climbed mountains with my predecessor".

It took two hours to climb to the top of the cliff, and the two stood side by side, looking at the vastness of the world and the long river of sunset.

Even if Bian Yonglan didn't say anything, the monk glanced at the landform here, and he could guess why he brought himself here—this cliff stretched obliquely out of the mountain, less than two feet wide, it should have been a character "one", But it seems that it was cut off in half by something extremely sharp, and now only half is left.

"My backhand knife, which is enlightened by watching the tide, has a name called 'cutting the cause'—not the 'marriage'," Wan Jianghou said without any emotion on his face, as if he missed it very much, and walked to the cliff. At the cut, I looked down, "Even I didn't expect that the knife cut down half of the cliff here. Fortunately, this place is deserted and inhabited, and no disaster has been caused."

"........."

"...Okay, I know that some wild beasts in the mountains may have been smashed to death. Anyway, even if a tree is broken, you, a monk, will not be happy." Seeing that the monk didn't speak, the Marquis of Wanjiang thought that he was caring for living beings, so he followed suit. The monk clasped his hands together and bowed to Yaxia, "I was wrong, I have sinned, I wish you a good birth in this life."

"The poor monk has no such intentions, please pay attention to your feet." Tan Shan shook his head, knowing that he had just been in a daze for a moment, because he couldn't help but think about the scene of the year-the Marquis of Wanjiang now has a knife out of its sheath, and his feet are stepping on his feet. At the mouth of the cliff, it hangs and hangs between the vast sky and the earth. The hair is tied neatly by the hair crown, but the clothes are blown up and down by the strong mountain wind. It's just that no one is destined to see the knife that split the mountain and the cliff and frightened the gods and ghosts back then. When the monk found out, even he felt a little bit of regret in his heart.

"Do you know why that type of saber technique is called this name?" Bian Yonglan walked back to the monk and stood still, looked at him and said, "Because I don't accept my fate."

"........."

"Ordinary people say 'like old friends at first sight'. When I saw you ten years ago, I felt that there was some truth in this." Wan Jianghou smiled and said, "But after so many years, is it 'like old friends at first sight' or 'love at first sight', I can't tell the difference myself."

"........."

"Later, when I was overlooking Jiang Chao here, I would occasionally think of your eyes."

"........."

"I've even forgotten what you look like, but I still remember your eyes." The speaker raised his hand, as if to touch the corner of the monk's slightly drooping eyes, but in the end he didn't go too far, "I always feel that you He took a deep look at me."

"........."

"In that look, there is compassion and affection." Bian Yonglan took another half step forward, stood closer to the monk, and asked almost aggressively, "I don't accept my fate, but I want to forget it, what do you think should I do? "

"Yonglan, I practice the technique of 'Psychology of All Beings', and the sea of ​​consciousness suppresses thousands of mundane desires." Tan Shan did not hide or retreat, only looked at the person in front of him, and said clearly, "Ten years ago, my skills were not enough Up to this point, because I am majoring in eye consciousness, all kinds of worldly desires and deluded thoughts may be able to see one or two from my eyes, so no matter what you see, you can’t do it.”

"...Then do you know what is in your eyes now?"

"..." Although Tan Shan didn't answer, he felt his own sea of ​​consciousness calmly, and there was no movement.

"You have mountains and rivers in your eyes," the person who asked the question suddenly smiled, with "Why are you guilty" written all over his face, and caught off guard, he leaned forward and kissed the monk's side face lightly, "...and me."

"Bian Yonglan." Tan Shan also felt that there was nothing he could do with this child, and calling him by his first name was a warning to him not to be so foolish.

"My name is Lanlan," someone dared to put his nose on his face, raised his hands, put them on the monk's shoulders, held his figure, and said with a very unruly smile, "My mother is willing to call me Lanlan, you call me Lanlan." What is it like to be so unfamiliar?"

"........."

"I was so pitiful when I was young, and I lived under the fence, and I couldn't return home." At this time, Wan Jianghou remembered that he was younger than this monk, and he was very capable of acting like a baby, so he sincerely complained to others, "Such a A mother is also like a child without a mother, who has been wronged for so many years, why do you call him a nickname?"

"Yonglan, you have such a temper..." Tan Shan didn't believe in this evil, and said helplessly, "You really can't raise a child who has been wronged."

"It's true that the late emperor was strict with Wenqing, but he was very kind to me." Marquis Wan Jiang didn't care if his lies were exposed, and admitted with a cheeky face, "I have never been wronged since I was a child."

"........."

"Come on, let Ben Hou take a look, are you willing to let me be wronged?"

No matter how the Marquis of Wan Jiang continued to act like this, the monk would accept the monster even if he didn’t curse. He stared at the monk’s face, asked himself and answered, “I’ve seen it, you don’t want it.”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart——Tan Shan knew that what the person in front of him said was right, it wasn't that he couldn't bear it, but that he didn't want to part with it.

People who do not practice Buddhism may not be able to understand the difference between "can't bear it" and "not willing to part with it", but if monks deceive themselves and others, and then use the "Nine Bodhi Questions" to correct their minds, the voice of the Buddha asking, I am afraid it will be too late. It's not that easy anymore.

"Tan Shan, if you live for decades, you only see dozens of faces, and it's a lifetime."

Wan Jianghou looked joking, and stood with his hands behind his back. Even if he didn't hold on to his identity, he was still a gentleman, so he heard him say seriously: "I think you'd better have a good idea—what you promised me is a lifetime." covenant."

The author has something to say: The place names in the article combine various names from Qin to Ming. The administrative system is the county system and the enfeoffment system in parallel. The dates are all in the lunar calendar, but they are all fantasy texts. Don’t worry too much about historical bugs. Ha (you must tell me if there is a typo, my hand is as crippled as if it was caught by a door panel