The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 111 The Messenger
Unlike what most people were worried about, Dao Ran was really not very worried about the old Black Mountain demon making trouble.

The main reason is that Ramanu said that the Heavenly Court will send someone to deal with it. As long as he stays in Suzhou City for a period of time, the heavenly soldiers and generals from the Heavenly Court will take over the rest of the matter.

As for whether the Black Mountain old demon will go to harm people in other towns, Dao Ran has no way to be sure.

Manpower is sometimes poor, but of course only the people in front of you can be saved.

When returning to the Sanzang Tower, Shenxiu led a group of people to wait early.

Seeing Dao Ran appear, it was another round of gratitude.

At the beginning, when people came to worship him as a god, Dao Ran was still a little bit in high spirits, but after hearing too much, Dao Ran was really a little bored.

You said that you are giving some gifts for your gratitude. A group of people don't even have anyone to give money.As a result, everyone inquired that Dao Ran was a monk from that temple, and they all said that they were going to build a golden body for the Buddha statue in Jinshan Temple.

Daoran really wanted to say, you better save yourself, Jinshan Temple already has a golden arhat, there is no need for you to paint him with gold powder.

So Daoran made some excuses to let Shenxiu see off the guests after a few polite words.

"As expected of a master, he is still calm in the face of such praise. This kind of xinxing cultivation is beyond the reach of disciples. Please teach me, master." Shenxiu said with great admiration.

Although the crowd's gratitude was not aimed at Shenxiu herself, as Daoran's disciple, Shenxiu still felt honored. On the other hand, Daoran just smiled indifferently in front of people, and when the crowd dispersed, he was no longer proud, as if Those honors have been completely put down.

Shenxiu felt that she was really far behind.

Dao Ran asked impatiently: "What is there to learn?"

This cheap apprentice only wanted to practice Buddhism in his heart, and he had been in the door for so long, and he couldn't even pour a cup of tea for the master.

Shenxiu didn't understand Daoran's meaning at all, and continued to ask: "I want to be like Master, so that I can achieve a positive result."

Daoran waved his hand and said, "As noted in the "Great Treasures Sutra", there are 35 Buddhas. Your name is Shenxiu, but not Daoran. You should be happy when you should be happy, and you should be angry if you should be angry. Eat when you should eat and sleep when you should sleep. This is my practice. Where is your true fruit, you can find it yourself." Dao Ran said casually.

Shenxiu was stunned when she heard this, and after a while, she bowed deeply to Daoran again, and said, "I understand, cultivation is to do the right thing at the right time."

Daoran saw the divine light appearing on Shenxiu's face, and felt something in his heart, his cultivation level skyrocketed.

This is called epiphany.

Since the rules of karma are set by the sages, practitioners are not like in ancient times, only seeking strength and flying.

What a practitioner says, does, thinks, and thinks are all cause and effect.You change this world with great magic power, and this world will also send the corresponding cause and effect to you.

If you can't see your nature clearly and only focus on accumulating mana to improve your cultivation, you will either fall into a bottleneck or go crazy.

It seems that the power of cause and effect seems to be the shackles of practitioners, but on the other hand, if they can understand it, they can save years of hard work, and they can be brave and diligent on the road of practice.

Shenxiu really realized it at this time, the magic power in his body was automatically operated under the influence of the power of heaven and earth, which made his cultivation reach a higher level.

Daoran was amazed when he saw it. If this Shenxiu hadn't been misled by the fake monks of Lingyin Temple, but had grown up in Jinshan Temple like Daoran since childhood, his cultivation level would definitely be higher than Daoran's.

After all, Shenxiu's savvy is real, while Daoran is a fake.

Daoran dug out the book "Refining Weapons: From Beginning to Mastery", handed it to Shenxiu and said, "Since you have realized something in your heart, take this book and read it if you have time."

Of course, he can already memorize this book, and he has already started refining weapons. What he lacks is only materials and experience.

If Shenxiu can also learn how to forge weapons, then she can help out in the future.

Shenxiu took it with both hands respectfully, and said, "Thank you, Master."

After receiving it, Shenxiu left Daoran's room, seemingly going back to read a book.

Daoran could only sigh, and poured himself a cup of tea.

After all, I still have to do it myself, this cheap apprentice has no future.

……

The actions of the Suzhou government were much slower than Daoran expected.

I don't know if he was afraid of disturbing Dao Ran, or he made up his mind after discussing secretly for a long time. It was not until noon on the second day after the Black Mountain old demon was beaten away that someone sent a greeting card to Dao Ran.

Zhu Gongyuan, the magistrate of Suzhou, invited Daoran to the government office to have a talk, saying that he was going to hold a banquet to celebrate the great hero who saved Suzhou City.

The invitation was carefully worded, and there was no disrespect in the inside and outside, but Dao Ran can confirm that this is definitely a feast without a good feast.

"Master Daoran, do you have time for the banquet?" asked the young scholar in charge of delivering the letter.

"I also ask the benefactor to reply to Zhu Zhifu, the monk must be on time for the banquet." Dao Ran said.

I thought this answer would be enough, but the scholar did not show a happy expression after hearing this, but said to Daoran: "Master fought against demons yesterday and protected the people of Suzhou City. If you need to rest for a few more days, Mr. Zhifu Is it still possible to wait?"

Daoran has been a human being for two lifetimes, so he can naturally hear what others mean: the scholar who delivered the letter doesn't want him to go to the government office for a banquet.

Dao Ran looked at the scholar curiously, and saw that he had handsome features, but he was tall and tall. With his slightly dark skin, he lacked the elegance of a lot of scholars, but he still had a strong and unyielding temperament.

Out of curiosity, Dao Ran asked, "Amitabha, if the almsgiver has something to say, you may as well just say it, I am willing to listen."

The scholar showed a hesitant expression, but after a while, he still said to Daoran: "The master doesn't know something. The celebration of this banquet is just one of them. The magistrate still wants to persuade you to agree to the conditions of the monster."

Daoran's face didn't change when he heard that, he had expected this kind of situation a long time ago.It's just that he didn't expect that this black-faced scholar would also find out about the imperial court's thoughts, let alone that he would dare to ruin the important affairs of the prefect of Suzhou.

If this news gets out, the scholar's whole family will suffer great misfortune, and family ruin is almost inevitable.

That is to say, this person is risking his whole family to remind Daoran.

Daoran saw that he was quite upright, so he reminded him: "Amitabha, I know that there is no good banquet, but there is no point in avoiding it. Don't blame the little monk for talking too much. If you say what you said just now, if it spreads, it may hurt your family. "

Who would have thought that this black-faced scholar not only did not regret it, but said happily: "My mother has received the kindness of the master. If I am greedy for life and afraid of death and dare not speak, I will be blamed by her instead."

When Daoran heard this, he immediately came to his senses, and quickly asked: "Your mother, is Mrs. Bao of the Qingyue caravan?"

The scholar cupped his hands and said, "Exactly."

This is really a coincidence, Daoran originally thought that he would ask someone to find Mrs. Bao's son after arriving in the government office, but he did not expect that it was him who delivered the letter.

"How is Mrs. Bao?" Daoran asked.

Dao Ran still admires that Aunt Bao who can manage the caravan submissively, Aunt Bao can be regarded as a strange woman in the world.

"Thank you for your relationship, master. My mother is fine, thanks to the master who sacrificed his life to save the people in Suzhou City. Otherwise, I don't know how many people would have died." The scholar said with emotion.

"Amitabha, the benefactor is very rewarding. Haven't you asked for the name of the benefactor?" Dao Ran asked again.

The black-faced scholar quickly said: "I haven't announced my name yet, I'm being rude, my servant Bao Zheng, whose name is Xiren, is a student of Taihu Academy."

　I'm on night shift tonight, so I don't have to update it in the early morning, and the old rules will be added during the day tomorrow if the old rules are missing, sorry.

　　
　
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