lucky son

Before dawn the next day, Meng Hui was picked up from the bed by his own system.He looked out of the dark window and yawned in a daze: "What time is it?"

"Three o'clock in the morning." The ball of light looked at the host sympathetically, and replied in a low voice.

Meng Hui wiped his face expressionlessly: "........."

The monk's morning class is about the same as the time when the minister goes to court, and it starts at Yin time. Meng Hui is still getting up late now.

Back then, after he elected the two mission targets as the emperor, he immediately retired, either retreating to the countryside or fleeing from an arrow. There may be reasons why he did not want to get up early every day to go to court.

Unexpectedly, I successfully escaped from the previous two worlds, but now it has come true in this world.

"... How much I couldn't think about it before, and I took the road of continuing to be a monk to fool people?" Putting on the monk's robe, Meng Hui felt bitter and bitter, "At that time, I didn't expect to get up in the early morning to be a monk. Do morning classes!"

The ball of light tried hard to hold back its laughter so as not to hit its host.

After taking care of himself, Meng Hui pushed open the door and saw the little eunuch guarding the door.

The little eunuch waited for some time, and his eyes were a little red from the heat.Seeing Meng Hui coming out, he was startled, and quickly lifted the lantern by his feet: "Master, are you up? This servant will lead you to the Buddhist hall."

Meng Hui glanced at him, seeming slightly guilty: "Young monk already knows the way, so you don't need to bother the benefactor in the future, just go to the Buddhist hall by yourself."

"Thank you, Master, for your compassion." The little eunuch was moved and smiled, "However, it is a blessing for the slave to lead the way for the master. This is what I have fought for for a long time!" Respected but not afraid, and even tried to make a joke.

Seeing the smile on Meng Hui's face, the little eunuch's expression became more relaxed and his tone increased slightly: "What's more, the crown prince sent someone here to let the servants clear the road from the Hanzhang Hall to the Buddhist hall. To turn on the lights, someone needs to lead the way, lest the sky is dark and the vision is not good, causing the master to bump into bumps on the road."

Hearing what the little eunuch said, Meng Hui raised his head subconsciously, and he saw a road outlined by lights, winding like a long dragon.

Meng Hui didn't see the lights on this road when he went to evening class yesterday, so the prince sent someone to fix them overnight.Although this was just a matter of one sentence for the prince, being able to think of this and arrange it immediately was enough to show that the prince valued and cared for Meng Hui.

——It's a pity that Meng Hui himself doesn't like this kind of caring care very much. He would rather wake up quietly in the dark to do morning classes by himself than be treated so solemnly and mobilize the crowd.

In this way, how could he stay in bed? QAQ is really bald... Oh, yes, he is indeed bald.

With tears in his heart and a smile on his face, Meng Hui solemnly thanked the prince for his care, then he cheered up and started his morning class.

The early Chaomao time of this dynasty began, but around Yin time, all the ministers were already waiting at the Meridian Gate.As the crown prince who is valued by the emperor, the prince also needs to participate in the early court as a courtier most of the time, so naturally he has to get up early like the ministers.

The attendants in the Eastern Palace had already gotten used to the schedule of the prince leaving at Yinshi, and most of them would get up earlier to prepare. When the prince left the Eastern Palace, the attendants had nothing to do, and gathered around the Buddhist hall again to listen to the master's morning class.

In order to stabilize his role as an eminent monk, Meng Hui had to integrate his spiritual power into the chanted scriptures again to comfort the hearts of the "believers".

After morning class and breakfast, Meng Hui returned to Hanzhang Hall and began to prepare for the afternoon Buddhist banquet. The crown prince was also assigned the task of preparing the Buddhist banquet with the Ministry of Rites, and he was extremely busy at the moment.

Around Shenshi, the chief eunuch De'an was ordered by the emperor to come to the East Palace and lead Meng Hui to Yuyang Palace where the Buddhist banquet was held.

In Yuyang Palace, everyone has already taken their seats.On both sides of the emperor's throne, on one side are the imperial concubines headed by the imperial concubine, on the other side are the princes headed by the prince, and further down, there are many honorable ministers in Beijing.

In addition, there are five monks dressed in cassocks. The first one is an old man with white beard and eyebrows, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his temperament is gentle and kind. He looks at Meng Hui with a slight smile in his eyes. He is an eminent monk.As for the four monks behind him, they looked slightly less well-dressed than the old man, and although they looked at Meng Hui with some scrutiny, they were not malicious.

After roughly assessing his "opponent" this time, Meng Hui's originally slightly worried heart finally settled down.

Seeing Meng Hui's arrival, the old man who was originally sitting on the futon stood up, and the emperor stepped down from the throne and greeted him with a smile.

Following the actions of these two people, the rest of the people in the hall stood up one after another. This battle made Meng Hui feel a little nervous, and subconsciously looked at His Highness the Crown Prince who was in charge of the Buddhist banquet.

Seeing Meng Hui's gaze, the prince licked his lips and nodded slightly, and Meng Hui also understood that this was indeed the prince's arrangement.

Although it was against etiquette to let the eminent monks of Anguo Temple and the royal nobles wait for him, the crown prince was deliberately elevating Meng Hui's position and highlighting his transcendent status.

If he hadn't been alone with the prince last night and experienced the prince's kindness and friendliness to him, Meng Hui would probably have wondered if he had offended the other party somewhere and let the other party make such a flattery Dismount Mawei.

However, if it wasn't about getting off the horse, but if the prince was sincerely trying to build momentum for him...Meng Hui really didn't know why the other party had full confidence in him, and believed that he would take advantage of this high platform to make further progress instead of being unstable and falling into embarrassment.

Hesitating in his heart, Meng Hui quickly looked away and looked at the emperor who was walking towards him quickly.The emperor held Meng Hui's arm with a smile, brought him in front of the five monks, and first introduced the old man who was the leader: "This is the Abbot Puhui of Anguo Temple. He seldom leaves the temple. The spectacle of the lotus in full bloom made me happy to be invited to the banquet." After finishing speaking, he introduced the other four monks to Meng Hui, all of whom were eminent monks in charge of the temples of Anguo Temple.

Meng Hui greeted the five monks, and then sat down on the futon.

The five eminent monks in front of them had been steeped in Buddhism for decades, and they were definitely not as easy to fool as the half-baked emperor before. Naturally, Meng Hui didn't dare to ignore them.As a fake monk, he had never had a serious discussion about Zen with others, and he did not dare to give up the initiative to the other party. He made up his mind to preemptively and pull the entire Buddhist feast into his own rhythm.

Therefore, when the emperor announced the start of the Buddhist banquet, Meng Hui clasped his hands together and spoke first: "The little monk lived with his master in a remote mountain temple since he was a child. He had neither uncles nor brothers. When the master passed away, he lived alone and visited the temple. I have never had the opportunity to discuss Zen with others before." After that, relying on his young age, he showed a little shyness, and his black and white eyes sparkled, full of joy and expectation, "If the little monk has If I am wrong, I hope all the masters will not hesitate to enlighten me."

Most of the older people have a caring and protective mentality towards the well-behaved and docile juniors. When the five monks of Anguo Temple saw Meng Hui for the first time, they thought that the young monk was clear and handsome, and he had a good impression. He lowered his posture and sincerely asked for advice, with a softer look on his face.

Seeing the gentle faces of the masters, Meng Hui continued his efforts: "I don't know how to talk about Zen, why don't I share my insights from studying the scriptures for many years, and ask the masters for advice?"

The leader, Abbot Puhui, nodded happily: "My little friend, please tell me."

With Abbot Puhui's approval, Meng Hui felt that the hand was finally stable, and his whole body became more at ease.

If Meng Hui was asked to teach Zen, he would definitely not be able to do so. It's okay to fool around with laymen, but he dared not play tricks in front of a real eminent monk who has attained the Tao.In order to prepare for this Buddhist banquet, Meng Hui specially retrieved from Guangqiu the records of his missions in the Cultivation.Truth.World.World, and re-reviewed the several Buddhist Cultivation Ceremonies he participated in.

He hastily skipped the discussion among Buddhist monks—after all, these discussions were too profound, and he could barely understand them, so he didn't dare to use them rashly. However, there were still a few sermons aimed at ordinary people, which fit Meng Hui needs at this time.

For the sake of self-cultivation, Buddha often walks in the mundane world, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, and spreading the Dharma.The sermons to the public are not like the discussions among Buddhist practitioners that contain profound and difficult Zen principles. Taste carefully but have a long artistic conception, wisdom and understanding, and thought-provoking.

This kind of preaching can just be used in this Buddhist banquet. The simple words can make those laymen, dignitaries and dignitaries understand, understand and be convinced. Satisfy the pursuit of Buddhism by eminent monks.

Meng Hui chose a sermon that he admired the most and gave him a lot of insights, and watched and savored it for a long time to confirm that he could understand most of the content and even extend it.Then, he used this sermon as a blueprint, combined with his excellent acting skills, to re-present this Buddhist Dharma Assembly of Cultivation.Truth.Plane in this world.

Meng Hui's voice is soothing and gentle, soft and pleasant to the ear, even those who are not interested in Zen theory will feel at ease when they hear it.In his own voice, Meng Hui is still mixed with spiritual power, making people unconsciously focus on his own words, follow his own pace, think quietly, and savor carefully.

When Meng Hui first preached, there were still some small whispers in the whole Yuyang Palace, but gradually, these voices quickly disappeared, and the whole hall was quiet, only Meng Hui's gentle voice remained.

Meng Hui lowered his brows and bowed his head, his expression was peaceful and calm. His slightly drooping eyes did not pay attention to the people around him who were listening to the Tao, but quietly watched the prayer beads in his hands gently twirling.

However, the ball of light leaning on his shoulder conveyed the original performance of the people in the hall to his ears, allowing him to know the reaction of the people at any time, so as to adjust the rhythm of his preaching.

As everyone in the hall listened more and more fascinated and looked more and more concerned, Meng Hui felt that the time had come and hinted at the light ball.

The sphere of light flashed, and in the next moment, countless flickering light clusters floated around Meng Hui.The light of the light cluster was not strong, but soft and warm golden light, they fluttered around Meng Hui, like little fireflies, reflecting that beautiful and dusty face more and more distantly and hazyly.

Everyone felt that they and the young monk were clearly in the same palace, but it seemed as if they were so close to each other.

Meng Hui heard gasps coming from the hall, but they stopped abruptly.The whole palace seemed more and more silent, as if he was quietly holding his breath.

Regarding the reaction of the crowd, Meng Hui seemed to have never heard of it, and stood still, as if he had immersed himself in his own world and was not disturbed by external objects.

This lecture lasted for a full hour and a half. If Meng Hui hadn't eaten a lot of spiritual fruits and had some nourishing spiritual energy in his body, it would have been difficult to persevere.

After finishing the whole sermon, Meng Hui didn't do anything, just closed his eyes and fell into his own thoughts.And the light ball didn't bother it, because it had followed the host through the world of cultivation. It found that after thinking hard and retelling the entire sermon on Buddhism and Zen, his host was actually immersed in it and had some insights.

——I'm really worried. Next time I go to practice the real.bit.face, my host won't change from a handsome and flamboyant swordsman who will do nothing if he doesn't agree with him, and change his profession to practice compassion, refrain from killing and resentment Buddhism, right?Looking at its host, the light ball felt very sad.

The hall was silent, and even if Meng Hui's sermon stopped, no one moved or made a sound. Everyone was still immersed in this plain and easy-to-understand Zen theory, but it was difficult to extricate themselves.Even the five masters from Anguo Temple also closed their eyes and thought deeply, with expressions of emotion on their faces.

After a long time, Meng Hui came back to his senses from the epiphany. He only felt that his agitated mood due to the "accident" in the previous world had completely calmed down, and all kinds of messy thoughts had been straightened out and put back into place.

At the same time, as Meng Hui opened his eyes, the halo that had been lingering around him instantly submerged into his body, leaving only a faint golden light on the surface, which was fleeting.

When everyone in the hall finally got rid of the mysterious and mysterious feeling, and cast their eyes on the figure sitting on the futon in the center of the hall, they suddenly found that the reincarnated Buddha surrounded by Buddha's light had changed back into a handsome and refined figure. The young monks seemed that the spectacle just now was just an illusion.

The author has something to say: Thank you for being beautiful, not flattering, not gentle, and the two little angels for throwing mines for so long, and Ashley for throwing the grenade =333=