The monk who is going to cross me is bent

The sun was hanging in the sun, Fang Liu calmly walked back to his courtyard.

The doors and windows of the house were closed tightly, and the outside light could not penetrate. It was clearly broad daylight, but the inside of the house looked like darkness.

Fang Liu poured himself a cup of cold tea and drank it with his head raised.

After drinking the tea, he looked at the empty teacup in his hand. For a moment, he wanted to throw it hard against the wall, smashing it to pieces, and then watched it fall to the ground piece by piece, never to be the same as before.

But in the next moment, he controlled his emotions, and instead ordered indifferently: "Come down."

Someone fell over from the beam of his room and knelt down in front of Fang Liu on one knee.

"Young Master Liu, there is new news from the Wuzheng Gate."

Fang Liu has calmed down, "Say."

"Young Master Liu, the sect master has returned."

Fang Liu's movements froze for a moment, "...the head?"

"Yes, Yu Yu, the original ferryman, brought back the return order of the head. After that, Yu Yu's whereabouts were unknown. Elder Zhu is now sending people everywhere to arrest him."

Fang Liu sneered and said, "Idiot, don't worry about whether the fact that the head is back is true or not. He actually wants to clean up the head of the house. He wants others not to know. He wants to make great progress and go further?"

"The head's whereabouts are still a mystery, but he brought an order for you and Elder Zhu."

"What order?"

The subordinate knelt on the ground, "The head wants you and Elder Zhu to revitalize Lan Shantang together."

Fang Liu was leaning against the table, turning the empty teacup in his hand, and smiled softly, "What does the head of the sect mean? If it really came back after a hundred years of retirement, why wouldn't people be seen? Now such a miasma, as the sect leader, how can I sit idly by?"

"Or...he has already 'reasoned'," Fang Liu said with a stern face, "This is his test, whoever does well will get the support of the head."

The subordinate questioned: "But, is this head really capable...to suppress the current situation in Wuzhengmen?"

Fang Liu fell silent.

Perhaps even Elder Zhu is doubting this question?

The power in the sect is scattered, and Elder Zhu occupies the majority. He has benefited so much over the years, how could he willingly offer it to this unknown master?

For a hundred years, the head of the sect did not care about world affairs, but no one dared to pretend to be the head of the sect and pass orders to Wuzhengmen.

And the acting head also has a way to verify the real body of the head—the two butterfly half-prints of the head are combined into one, which can open the yin and yang elements of the teaching together.If the master is fake, this grid cannot be opened.

Banfu, acting head, is now in the hands of Elder Zhu, just like most of the resources in the sect are under the firm control of Elder Zhu.

But unlike Elder Zhu, Fang Liu, who was already a little less powerful, almost lost most of the available manpower after meeting Tianshan Sect during this trip to Jiangbei.

It probably won't be long before Elder Zhu realizes that Fang Liu is just a paper tiger. It looks scary, but in fact it can be broken with a single poke.

"Lanshantang." Fang Liu murmured softly, "Why is it Lanshantang? The lifeline of funds in the door are banks and shops. Lanshantang has always been a dispensable existence. If you can't make money, you can't lose money. ...Why did the master choose Lan Shantang?"

Fang Liu thought for a while, and several hypotheses he put forward were all denied by himself after a while.

But if the leader really exists, then this opportunity is very suitable for him to seize.

The only advantage of Lanshantang is that because it does not make money, this part of the industry is not like those money-making businesses in the sect, which are tightly held by Elder Zhu.

No one cares about it, but Fang Liu can get involved and create a world from the most inconspicuous corner. This has always been what Fang Liu is best at.

Fang Liu's voice was not heavy, but it seemed that he had made a decision, "Then I'll do it. Anyway, I'm at a disadvantage now, so I might as well put the chips on the table on this leader I've never seen before. It worked wonders."

Looking at the subordinate in front of him, Fang Liu asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Before the head returned, it seemed that Elder Zhu's people also had contact with Fengyun Villa."

"Are you willing to collude with foreign enemies in order to overthrow me?" Fang Liu sneered, "It's a pity that I lost a lot of manpower this time. I only hope that he will find out later that I have already done it."

"Young Master Liu, there is one more thing, the subordinates find it strange."

Fang Liu: "Say."

"Master Guxu in the Buddhist sect personally led the monks in the temple to ferry to the north of the river. He said that he would heal and pray for the people in the plague-ridden northern land. It's just..."

Fang Liu glanced at him, "Why are you hesitating?"

The voice of the subordinate was a little confused: "Master Gu Xu left the monks as soon as he landed, and disappeared. No one knows where he went. This matter is a bit strange. I think you are in Jiangbei, Mr. Liu, but you are here. From time to time, another general will go here, please take care of yourself."

Fang Liu waved his hand: "I know, but no matter how powerful Elder Zhu is, he might not be able to buy Master Guxu to harm me. Master Guxu is a generation of eminent monks. With Elder Zhu's ability, he might not be able to invite this Dashan. You Let's go, the people from the Bu family will arrive in Yancheng soon, you will meet me in the future, don't try to get close to the Bu house, so as not to be discovered."

"What does the old monk come to Jiangbei for nothing?" Fang Liu muttered to himself, "We have no disputes between the main gate and Fengyun Villa. The Buddhist gate has always been neutral. When did you intervene?"

Master Gu Xu, who went ashore in Jiangbei, did not come to meddle in these common affairs. It is true that he led monks to Jiangbei to do good, and it is true that he left halfway.

At this time, Master Guxu, holding one hundred and eight Bodhi seeds in his hands, slowly climbed up to the top of Panshan Mountain.

The sun is shining, and the dilapidated and desolate Buddhist temple on the top of Panshan, which has been abandoned for a hundred years, finally has nowhere to hide, and every brick and tile is completely visible.

The dilapidated walls carry an unspeakable vicissitudes, and the old scenery has become a thing of the past, and it is announced in broad daylight like this.

With a compassionate face, Gu Xu turned the bodhi seed in his hand and silently recited scriptures. He walked step by step on this devastated land.

Until he heard some small voices, followed the sound and walked over.

It turned out that he was not the only one on this desolate mountain top.

It was a very tall man dressed as a monk, with his back turned to him, straightening the fallen tombs one by one.

Scattered tombstones were piled up in the lee. The monk walked over and picked up a tombstone. After thinking for a while, he inserted the tombstone in front of the corresponding tomb one at a time.

Those tombs looked similar, and I don't know how the monk could tell them apart. He just put all the tombstones back in silence.

After the tombstone was taken away, he bent down and picked up a tree that was pressed by the tombstone from the ground.

It turned out to be a bodhi tree.

This bodhi tree is not known how old it is, but it is as tall as two monks.The Bodhi tree was uprooted for some reason, and the thick and long roots were stained with soil. If it was planted back in time, it could be saved.

The monk holding such a thick tree seemed to be effortless. He walked lightly on the ground while holding a heavy object, obviously a master.

It was the leftmost hole in the second row of the tomb. The monk hugged the bodhi tree, buried the tree in the hole, and replanted it.

I don't know how long this linden tree has been out of the soil, and its emerald green leaves are a little shriveled. It needs to be planted back to the soil as soon as possible to save it.

There were no shovels around, so he filled the hole with the soil in his hands without worrying about getting himself dirty.

Although Master Guxu couldn't see the monk's face, he looked at him from afar and said a word of mercy in his heart.

The green and green bamboos are all dharmakaya, and the lush yellow flowers are nothing but prajna.

Grasses and trees have spirits and feelings, and the heart of Buddhism is compassion, so it will not sit idly by.

The monk planted the tree back into the pit, sat under the tree, staring blankly at the grave.

His appearance seemed to be still, his body motionless like a stone statue.

The hanging branches of the Bodhi tree rested gently on his shoulders, as if thanking him for his kindness.

At that moment, Gu Xu thought of the dream from the other day, he hesitated for a moment, and used divination without authorization.

What he saw in that monk... was different from anything he had seen before.

The monk is a cycle that he can't see through. He peeked into one of the rings by accident, and saw the profound blessings.

Shakyamuni descended to the world under the golden worry-free flower tree, became enlightened and became a Buddha under the Bodhi tree, and finally realized Nirvana in the twin Sala trees, one withered and the other prosperous.

But now the monk, sitting under the bodhi tree, inexplicably reminded Gu Xu of the deeds of the Buddha.

He walked over and walked around to the monk's side.

He looks very young, although his beauty is vain, but Gu Xu has to praise that this monk's appearance is really dignified and upright.

Among the Buddhist disciples he has met, none can match his bone appearance.If it is said that it is born from the heart, this monk will make people feel gentle when they look at it at a glance, and people can't help but want to get close.

The monk didn't know if he was aware of Gu Xu's existence, because even when Gu Xu came to him and made footsteps that he could definitely hear, he didn't look up.

He stared at the tomb in front of him with a peaceful and focused expression, as if he was thinking about something important.

Gu Xu didn't make a sound to disturb him.

After a long time, the monk said slowly, "I'm thinking about who I am and where I come from."

Gu Xu said slowly: "Why do you seek troubles? You should know: the mind is nothing but self-nature precepts, the mind is free from ignorance, self-nature wisdom, and the mind-ground is free from chaos, self-nature samadhi."

The monk continued: "Neither increase nor decrease comes from the vajra, the body goes away and the body comes from the original samadhi."

Then he laughed, stood up from the grave, clasped his hands together and said, "Form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. All dharmas and emptiness are illusions, and the five aggregates are illusions. Why bother about the origin of this body? Master Xie enlightened .”

Gu Xu said slowly: "Little master is very kind. But... the first time I saw you, I remembered a little benefactor I met on the south bank of the river not long ago."

"He is a doctor with superb medical skills. He is the one who came up with Jiangbei's cure for the plague. When I first saw him, I saw the blessings all over him. Now when I look at you, I find... I can see it." You, but you can't understand you, this phenomenon is really rare."

The monk shook his head slowly: "Whether you can see it or not, it's all because of form and emptiness; if you can see it, you can't see it, it's just the karma of the world."

Gu Xu looked at Zi'an, and seemed to be a little happy: "May I ask you, Master?"

This question seemed to make him a little confused. Looking at the wordless stele in front of him, he answered after a while: "...my name is Ann."

The first word of the Buddhist Dharma name comes from a seven-cross poem, which is used to distinguish the seniority of the monks.

Master Guxu is more than seventy years old this year, and his seniority is considered very high in Buddhism. He looked at the young man in front of him, but he didn't expect that his mouth was from the generation of "Zi".

He calculated silently in his heart that there were thirty generations between the character "Zi" and his character "Gu". He really didn't know how his master named him.

But after thinking about it, the form, feeling, thought, action, and consciousness are all empty, so why obsess over a name?

Guxu knew the depth of Zi'an's cultivation in just a few words with him, and he really cherished his talent, so he couldn't help asking: "Where do you place the order?"

"Sorry, I can't remember some things. But I think, I seem to..." The confusion on Zian's face flashed, and he calmly looked at the ruins of the Buddhist temple on the top of Panshan, "I seem to be from here. "

Gu Xu clasped his hands together, and the joy in his eyes flashed: "The Bodhisattva came into my dream the day before yesterday and told me to go to the site of the ancient Panshan Temple hundreds of years ago. Understand one or two."

After a pause, Guxu showed a smile, "Zian, are you willing to walk with me, prove the return to the place where you came from, and bear the karma of karma?"

Zian looked at the tombstone again, and asked softly, "Where are you going?"

"Yuangang City, Jiangbei plague is raging now, there is a lot to do when we go here."

Zian was silent for a moment: "Okay."

In the other place, Chi Wang, who was sitting in the clinic in Lanshan Hall of Yancheng, heard the question, raised his head and repeated: "Yuangang City?"

Fang Liu's face was a little tired, but he skillfully raised a smile and hid his state well, "Yes, little doctor, how long do you think Miss Xiaoran needs to be raised before she can leave Yancheng? It's near the north, so there are still risks in the end, I want to send her to Yuangang City as soon as possible, and take the ferry back to the south from Yuangang City, so as to completely guarantee her safety."

Chi Wang's hand was still firmly on the patient's wrist, and he was feeling the pulse of an old man suffering from the plague.

He said, "Wait a minute."

Chi Wang put down his hand and said to the old man's family: "You can't use the common plague medicine. After taking it, does the old man feel burning pain under the left side of his heart? I changed a few medicines a little. The old man is weak and has a spleen. The problem is, you can’t take that prescription directly, but you still need to take care of it gently and slowly.”

The patient and his family members naturally obeyed the doctor's order, and Chi Wang wrote out the prescription with a pen, and handed it to the drug boy to grab the medicine.

After treating the patient in his hand, Chi Wang talked to Fang Liu again: "At the speed of her recovery now, it will take seven or eight days."

"Then will you go to Yuangang City with us?"

Chi Wang had nothing to say: "Yes."

He calculated in his mind that after seven or eight days, there would not be so many patients who needed him to treat in Yancheng Lanshan Hall, so it would be better to change the place to save more people.

The young master of the Bu family is out of danger, and now needs to recuperate in the house, and his condition has stabilized.Chi Wang didn't need to stay in Bufu all the time, so he went to Lanshan Hall in Yancheng for consultation.

Lan Shantang has too many patients now, and the existing doctors are simply too busy. Chi Wang showed that he is a doctor of Lan Shantang, and proved his level with a few difficult and miscellaneous diseases, and was immediately warmly welcomed .

Today Chi Wang spent the day in Lan Shan Tang, until the afternoon, when Fang Liu came to Lan Shan Tang, he was a little surprised when he saw him inside.

Fang Liu is a child with good eyesight. Seeing that Lan Shantang was in a hurry and was short of manpower, he immediately volunteered to help Chi Wang.

Fang Liu couldn't understand pharmacology, so he went to learn from Yaotong. He watched for a while, asked a few questions, and quickly learned how to deal with these freshly collected medicinal materials.

He picked up a bucket of unprocessed medicinal materials on the ground, sat next to Chi Wang, found an empty table, spread the medicinal materials on it, and then quietly sorted the medicinal materials. Once this job was done, he patiently After working for an afternoon, seeing that today's patients have almost finished reading at this time, they started talking to Chi Wang.

Fang Liu smiled and said, "I didn't know you were Lan Shantang's doctor...these days are so busy, why don't you take a break and immediately find yourself another job?"

Fang Liu's question was as cordial as an old friend, and they both knew that Fang Liu had always had doubts about Chi Wang's identity, just because he was Bu Ran's savior, so it was not good if he didn't want to Still chasing after him, it would be too boring to do that.

A person with such martial arts is a doctor, his medical skills are so unpredictable, and he is young, so he doesn't know the power and position of his allegiance.

No matter from which angle you look at it, Chi Wang is full of mysteries.

Originally, Fang Liu wanted to visit Lan Shantang in Yancheng first because he received an order from the head of the house, to learn about all aspects, but he didn't want to gain something else as soon as he came in, so he met Chi Wang.

Chi Wang replied casually: "I am a doctor, and this is what I should do. After all, besides Miss Bu, there are many other patients in this city...Liu Liu, pay attention to the golden cherry in your hand. It was brought here on purpose."

"Take the original medicine and stick it to the handle and scissors, and put it in a basket for a while to wash the thorns. Take the meat from the other bucket of golden cherry seeds, cut the handle and cut it open, dig out the seeds and fluff inside, and put it in another bucket. In the basket, I will hand it over to the little boy to wash it up later."

Fang Liu responded with a voice, bowed his head and concentrated on picking the medicine.

Chi Wang glanced at Fang Liu, and suddenly asked him, "Why are you here at Lan Shan Tang?"

Fang Liu replied: "I was passing by, but I saw you inside... nothing happened, so I came in to help."

It was dark outside, and there was no one in the Lanshan Hall at this time. After a busy day, some doctors who were in consultation during the day went back to rest, and the rest of the night duty went to eat, leaving them alone in the hall.

Chi Wang looked at Fang Liu's seriousness in handling the medicinal materials, but suddenly remembered a friend he used to have.

His surname is Ji, and Chi Wang came to Yancheng Lanshan Hall a hundred years ago for consultation, and Lao Ji also sat beside him like this, sorting medicinal materials for himself under such a dim light.

In the winter of a hundred years ago, the plum blossoms in Yancheng had not yet bloomed, and Mr. Ji was just a teacher in the village. He asked for leave, so he ran out of the village to see him.

Mr. Ji has a little knowledge of medical skills and can afford the job of an assistant. At that time, Chi Wang was doing a free clinic in this Lanshan Hall. Because of the constraints of the previous system, he could only treat dying people, so he always had to wait for a long time , to find a suitable opportunity.

He still remembered that there was a day when they picked up a patient who had a sudden illness in the evening, and they didn't save him until midnight.

After finishing his work, Chi Wang sat at the current position to rest, and Mr. Ji was opposite him, shelling and slicing the newly collected herbs.

He likes talking to Ji Fuzi very much, Ji Fuzi is a smart man who knows how to measure, Chi Wang doesn't have many friends, but Lao Ji is one of them.When Chi Wang met him for the first time, he knew that he would not always be a teacher who taught, and he would definitely do something in the future.

But he is not a dull person. When getting along with Mr. Ji, it is not difficult for him to find that at least Mr. Ji does not treat him as a friend completely.

At that time, Mr. Ji approached him in the name of learning medical skills. They sat here picking medicine at night, and Chi Wang asked him: "If the patient has a stroke and cannot move his left hand, how can you explain it?"

Master Ji thought for a while, and replied: "The pulse is small but few, and the wind is evil, and the six pulses are many sinking... Should I prescribe a Bazhen soup?"

"You answered lazily. You didn't answer where the evil wind entered your body."

Chi Wang said slowly: "Strokes are all caused by sexual affairs, six desires, and seven emotions. Deficiency of true qi is exploited by wind evil, and the guest is in the Shu of the five internal organs, which is a sign of partial dryness of stroke. If it hits the Shu of the spleen and stomach, the right foot It is not used; the Shu of the central liver is not used for the left hand and foot."

"Even if it is the same disease, the symptoms are very different, so we must deal with it according to the circumstances."

At that time, the candlelight was soft, and when Chi Wang raised his head, he found Mr. Ji's eyes that he hadn't hidden in time, and silently expressed his thoughts.

It's a pity, that was Chi Wang's first thought.

He has been lonely for many years, and it is rare to have someone who can talk, but in the end he still has to avoid it.

The last time he met Mr. Ji before he fell asleep was in Yuangang City.That night, he promised to go drink with Lao Ji in the future, but unfortunately he failed to keep the promise in the end.

The Lanshantang in front of me has not changed much.The layout of the medicine cabinets, counters, and consultation rooms is exactly what it was a hundred years ago.

It's just that a hundred years have passed... The person who sat in front of him and picked the medicine for him has completely changed to another person.

Unlike his friends who treat old tricks, Chi Wang is still somewhat tolerant towards the descendants of the Fang family.

He looked at Fang Liu's face under the light, the long-lost familiarity made him feel a sense of responsibility that he couldn't let go of.

Perhaps the longer a person lives, the more emotion he has.

If it's against others, Chi Wang won't meddle in other people's business. He has always had nothing to do with himself, so he won't get into trouble for nothing.

But today, under such soft candlelight, he looked at Fang Liu and thought about what Yu Yu had told him about this child's life and past.

At that moment, Chi Wang seemed to see the self struggling alone in a dark corner 700 years ago through the sexual flow.

So inexplicably, I wanted to give him a hand.

"Liu Liu." Chi Wang called his name, and the young man in front of him raised his head in response.

"I've said something shallow, but after thinking about it, I still have something to say to you."

Fang Liu seemed to sense this unusual meaning. He narrowed his eyes, and then smiled, still looking innocent and handsome, "Why are you so serious all of a sudden? What are you going to say to me?"

Chi Wang thought it over and said, "It's not a bad thing for people to be ambitious when they are young."

"But every time you gain something, you will lose something else. Maybe you think that if you are ruthless enough, you can do whatever it takes to achieve your goal, but there are some things that you'd better not touch the bottom line."

Chi Wan paused and said: "Your feelings, other people's sincerity towards you, are not props that can be traded."

Fang Liu stared at him and became cold, "What are you talking about?"

"There is never only one way to achieve the goal." Chi Wang said unhurriedly, as if he was not affected by Fang Liu's sense of deterrence at this time, "Don't play with other people's minds, I don't want you to regret it in the future. "

These words were like a slap across the face, hitting Fang Liu's face.

Fang Liu stood up from the table, in a desperate embarrassment in which all his filth was stripped out in broad daylight and put on trial in the sun.

If he had a choice, why should he bear the burden of humiliation, be someone he even despises, and go after someone he doesn't like against his will?To do those insidious things?

Specifically, Chi Wang didn't mention a word, but Fang Liu felt that he had nowhere to hide, as if all the embarrassment had been seen by him.

Fang Liu said almost angrily: "What are you, why are you preaching to me!"

Chi Wang bowed his head, turned over the medical records in his hand again, and said in a light and flat tone, "I just hope that you don't think of yourself so contemptuously."

Fang Liu was stunned.

At this moment, all the anger disappeared abruptly, and he stood there blankly for a while before he strode out.

He almost ran away, but as soon as he ran out of Lan Shan Tang, he stood on the street and looked back.

He stood in the cold wind on the street, letting the cold wind cool his boiling blood.

Talking lightly is deep... He also knows that he is talking lightly!

Although Fang Liu knew Chi Wang's identity earlier, not just a doctor, but who did he think he was?Dare to point fingers at yourself?

But after the embarrassment above, Fang Liu calmed down in the cold wind of the street.

"Don't think of yourself so contemptuously."

Fang Liu took a few deep breaths and exhaled hotly.

He grew up so big, no one had ever said such a thing to him.

Since he was a child, his parents died long ago and no one loved him. The emperor's aunt took the lead in looking down on him, and even the servants dared to ridicule and bully him.He pretended to be used to others belittling him, but how could he really take it for granted?

None of these things he forgot for a single moment.To be self-reliant and self-reliant is to go back one day in a good light and make everyone look good.

But now the little doctor told him not to despise himself.

Fang Liu turned his head to look at the Lanshan Hall in the evening, and looked at the warm lights inside.

He knew that he had already run out, so what's the point of standing in the wind like this?

But inexplicably, he was reluctant to move away.

The lights in Lan Shan Tang looked so warm, he actually wanted to look at it for a while.

Fang Liu never liked the feeling of being seen through by others, and few people could see through him.But at this moment, he felt that this little doctor who had ruthlessly stripped off his disguise... was actually doing his best for him.

How could he be willing to leave alone?

Fang Liu quickly made excuses for himself, and soon found a legitimate reason - now is not the time to break up with this doctor and make enemies on all sides.

So he braved the cold wind and stood at the door waiting. There was a brief smile on his lips, but he deliberately suppressed it after realizing it.

Wait for the little doctor to come out...and then go back to Bu Mansion with him, at night, you can't leave him alone.

When Chi Wang came out, he looked at Fang Liu with his neck stuck, the lights and the moon, but he didn't look at him, but complained, "Why is it so long?"

Chi Wang smiled and said nothing, Fang Liu suddenly felt a little embarrassed.The two of them walked back to Bu Zhai in silence, only to find that it was already dark, but a bookstore was open with its doors and windows open and brightly lit.

When I got closer, I found that the owner of the bookstore had set up a stall outside, hawking loudly: "The sixth chapter of "Drunk Sleeve Peach" has just been printed-it's fresh out of the oven! The annual masterpiece is coming to an end, and the penultimate chapter is limited. Special sale! Don't miss it when you pass by!"

Chi Wan's ears perked up.

Isn't this the "Drunk Sleeve Peach" that Buran specifically mentioned yesterday?It turned out to be a book.

As soon as the boss finished yelling, he found a group of girls swarming in, including some men, but most of the men covered their faces and ran away after buying, more agile than rabbits.

This made Chi Wang also curious, and after the crowd dispersed, he walked over.

Fang Liu didn't follow, but he looked at Chi Wang's back with surprise.

This is probably the only man who bought a book so generously, the bookstore owner couldn't help giving him a thumbs up, "Little brother is also a fan of "Drunk Sleeve Peach", right? Watch the highly anticipated sixth chapter, the end The penultimate chapter, I happen to have the last one here, and I sold it to you."

Chi Wang picked up the booklet, randomly picked a page and opened it.

The words on the book rushed into his world without any precaution.

【A bright red rope hangs down from above, binding his powerless hands together.There were gorgeous red marks on the snow-white wrists, all of which showed that the owner of the hands was undergoing cruel training. 】

【"Ah... let me go! I can't take it anymore—"】

【"You are my man in life, and my ghost in death." The person behind him spoke coldly, but his actions showed no mercy, "This is my punishment for you, remember? My... Yuchi Guoshi .”]

The author has something to say:

Zian: Xiaochi, I went to Yuangang City.

Chi Wang: I'm taking care of the children here, and I'll take them there together when I'm done.

After a while.

Chi Wang: Wait, I'll kill someone first.

Zian: ...

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引用

1. "Green and green bamboos are full of dharmakaya, and lush yellow flowers are nothing but prajna." Quoted in:

Tang Dynasty Dazhu Huihai Zen Master "Dazhu Zen Master Quotations" volume [-] "Quotations from various disciples"

2. The records about Sakyamuni's "Birth, Enlightenment, and Nirvana" are used in:

"Buddha's Practice Collection" by Janaborita in the Sui Dynasty

3. "There is nothing but self-nature precepts in the mind, self-nature wisdom without ignorance, and self-nature concentration without chaos..." Quoted in:

Huineng and Fahai's "Six Patriarchs' Altar Sutra. The Eighth and the Ninth of the Dharma Protector"

4. "Form is not different from emptiness...all dharmas are emptiness" quoted in:

Xuanzang (translator) "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra"

5. "The Illusory Body of the Five Aggregates" is quoted in:

"Dajian Zen Master's Dharma Treasure Altar Sutra - The Eighth Edition of Sutra"

6. The "world collection of karma" is used for:

"Miscellaneous Agama Sutra"

"There is a cause and a destiny to gather the world, and a cause and a destiny to gather the world; a cause and a destiny to destroy the world, and a cause and a destiny to destroy the world."

7. The seven-cross poem marking the seniority of the Dharma name in the article quotes one from Shaolin Temple, and other sects have different rankings.

8. The processing method of "Jinyingzi", cited in:

Deng Laisong, Liu Ronglu "Chinese Medicine Processing"

9. Master Ji's answer to stroke, "The pulse is small but counts, and the wind is evil..." Quoted in:

Gong Tingxian of the Ming Dynasty "Shou Shi Bao Yuan"

10. Dr. Xiaochi's answer to stroke, "Stroke is caused by intercourse, six desires, and seven emotions. Insufficiency of true energy..." Quoted in:

Song Dou Cai's "Bian Que Xin Shu"

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Do you know why so few monks came out?Because as soon as he came out... Look at the quotes above, just looking for Buddhist works is enough time for me to write another chapter, sigh.