Datang male nanny

Chapter 227 The First Monk in Journey to the West
No one expected that when Zhen Zhen'er stood at the door of the store and yelled, the people on this commercial street were as lively as the New Year's Eve.

People from the major shops along the street wash the pots, those who prop up the sheds open the sheds, those who sweep the snow sweep the snow, and those who expand the stalls.

Xue Sanniang led the people to clear away the snow in the open space in front of the store, and spread out tables, chairs, melons, fruits, snacks and small dishes.

From the shops along the street, everyone on the second floor hastily cleaned the courtyard, placed tea pots and dishes, boiled hot water, and prepared tea and fruit snacks.

The chefs of the shops who had been resting for a few days were beaten out of the gentle village by the shop owner.

Someone watched the gong run to the noisy market and shouted.

Those who want to turn fast are not as good as those who have quick legs and feet and run quickly.

In an instant, the storytelling square was already occupied by powerful people with money.

On the edge of the square, Chang'an scholars, young ladies, and people of all walks of life were crowded.

Bang Bang Yangyang has already blocked this unusually wide street.

The Yamen servants of Jingzhao Mansion saw that someone dared to cause trouble and block the business road, so they started to fight from the outside with burning sticks.

Unexpectedly, they were thrown back by many people, and they were crushed under the crowd like a mountain tower.

After finally crawling out of the gap, several yamen servants ran away calling their parents and mothers.

Some people spit at their backs and said angrily: "Want to compete with me for a seat? No way!"

The excitement of this party has just ended, and the excitement of that party has started again.

A big barefoot man ran into the place where all the girls were gathered.

The big man looked stupid, with squinting eyes and drooling, but he worked really hard, sneaking skillfully under the crowded crowd.

Thanks to a widow who couldn't bear the humiliation and exposed his tricks, so all the girls fought together, and the big man really rolled his eyes stupidly.

Then, like a bereaved dog, he was dragged out by the servants of the little natal family and thrown into the pile of beggars.

The beggars were overjoyed at having an extra playmate, and hurriedly dragged them into the high snowdrifts...

After a short wait, Ni Tu finally stepped onto the high platform with strong and light steps.

Everyone noticed that Zhen Zhen'er and his group went up to the high platform, one of them held a thing similar to a morning glory in his arms, and then put it on the sides of the high platform, and then went down.

Someone put a long dog-bone-shaped thing on Ni Tu's long table, and left.

Ni Tu pulled the thing towards him, coughed lightly, and the loudspeakers actually blared loudly.

Those who were frightened by the loud noise hurriedly covered their ears.

Cheng Yaojin, who was standing on the second floor opposite, widened his eyes, and shouted with a smile: "Good thing, this works in the army! It also works in His Majesty's hall!"

He had just finished speaking when he remembered that Li Zhi was sitting behind him.He turned his head in embarrassment, and when he saw Li Zhi, he nodded cheerfully, expressing his agreement with Cheng Yaojin's point of view.

For a long time, Li Zhi always felt that his throat was uncomfortable.In such a big hall, every time you speak, you have to roar. If you don't roar, you will lose your temperament, and the minister standing at the gate of the hall can't hear you clearly.

Afterwards, they also asked the minister standing at the front for retelling.

It's too troublesome, and Long Wei has weakened too much.

With this thing, the momentum will be overwhelming.

Ni Tu asked Zhen Zhener to adjust the button and lower the sound to a level that was comfortable for the people present.

Afterwards, Ni Tu officially opened——

"The general Nanzheng is courageous and bold, with autumn waters and wild goose feathers on his waist. The wind blows the drums, the mountains and rivers move, and the lightning flashes the flags and the sun and the moon. Untie the shirt—crack!"

As soon as the opening poem came out, Xingmu played on the slate and took a shot, and the people at the scene suddenly became thunderous:

"Okay! Another one!"

"another one!"

The people off the court were all laughing and joking, they all asked Ni Tu to write some more opening poems.

"I'm not coming! I'm not coming!" Ni Tu stopped the atmosphere in time, "I have to read out the set poems one by one, when do I have to talk about it, everyone is here to listen to me, Ni Tu, talking about storytelling. The word "storytelling" must be asked, what exactly is "storytelling", and storytelling is a matter of review, I will tell you a story, right and wrong, justice and fairness are at ease."

"I'm talking about this. I don't want anything else. I just want to persuade people to be kind and uphold morality and courtesy. Last time, I said that the number one heroine is good, and many people scolded me for several days..."

The people at the scene suddenly burst into laughter.

"Today, let's tell a lighter story. It's not easy to say easy, and it's not sad to say sad. Because this story may happen to you and me, so everyone must listen carefully. The name of this story It's called "Persia's Treasure Hunt"!"

"The story happened in the second year of Yuanxi in the previous dynasty. Faxian, the first monk from the Central Plains to reach Tianzhu, passed away. There was a poor scholar in the state of Lu named Zhong Haiqian. Before telling his story, it is necessary to mention Let me tell you about Faxian's crossing to Tianzhu to seek the scriptures. It is said that this Faxian is Jin Chanzi, the second disciple of the Tathagata Buddha. He was demoted to the lower realm by the Tathagata Buddha because of his contempt for Buddhism. Under the guidance of Guanyin Bodhisattva, he served as the emperor According to the decree, I traveled thousands of miles to the west to seek the scriptures. On the way, I received three apprentices, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing. After 81 hardships, I finally obtained the scriptures and returned to the Tang Dynasty. After cultivating positive results, I was named "Zhan Tan" by the Tathagata Buddha. Merit Buddha'."

Ni Tu retreated for three days for this reason.

Monk?Xuanzang?He is still running in the desert, how can we just advertise him?
Ni Tu replaced Faxian with Xuanzang by using the technique of embedding flowers and trees, and wrote a self-created version of Faxian's Journey to the West.

The reason why Ni Tu mentioned Fa Xian was to make up for the long-term burying of this man of immeasurable merit.

"There is no road in the world, and if there are many people walking, it will become a road." But for the unknown world that the world is ignorant of, Fa Xian has faith. At the age of 60 years old, he went to Tianzhu on foot and achieved true Come back through the precepts.This kind of spirit should be admired by Datang people.

With this kind of unyielding energy and unafraid of death to break in, how can the territory of Datang be willing to split, and the blood of Datang people should be filled to the universe, omnipotent.

Such an opening statement immediately hooked everyone's hearts and souls.

"Faxian's surname is Gong, and he was born in Pingyang County. He witnessed the mutual replacement of Later Zhao, Ran Wei, Qian Yan, and Qian Qin forces in his early years. He had three older brothers, all of whom died in childhood. His Ye Niang was worried that he would die too. When he was only about three years old, he was saved as a novice."

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"In the three years of Long'an in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Fa Xian had spent more than [-] spring and autumn years in the Buddhist circle. After more than [-] years of experience, Fa Xian deeply felt that the translation of Buddhist scriptures could not keep up with the needs of the great development of Buddhism. The lack of it made it impossible for the majority of Buddhists to follow, so that the monks of the upper class were extravagant and greedy, and committed all kinds of evil. In order to maintain the truth of Buddhism and correct the current disadvantages, the nearly seventy-year-old Faxian resolutely decided to go west to Tianzhu to seek precepts."

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(End of this chapter)