The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 300 Origin of Mount Qingcheng
When winter comes, the capital has already started to snow.

The fine snowflakes are falling, and the banks of the Qiandeng River must have been covered with snow before changing. This is a good time to enjoy the snow.

But that was before.

Today's Qiandeng River is a place where dignitaries and nobles do not want to come.

Because here, he doesn't get the treatment that suits his status, so he can only wait with those mud-legged people crowded on the half side.

But even though it was so difficult, many nobles with status and status came here early to take up a seat, for fear that they would not even have a place to stand if they came late.

When the sky is bright, the faint sound of the piano comes from the Qiandeng River, making the listeners feel comfortable physically and mentally.

The clear sound of the piano was like a spiritual spring, flowing through everyone, and the fatigue and injuries seemed to be taken away by the spring, and the whole person seemed to be ten years younger.

When the song was over, everyone was fascinated and unwilling to leave for a long time.

It wasn't until half an hour passed that the audience gradually came to their senses and left Qiandenghe with unsatisfied feelings.

In recent months, Daoran has started performing as a holy monk again.

It's just that this time it's no longer a show for money, it's purely for practice.

As Beidouwei became more and more powerful, half of the people's names had been crossed out from the notebook in Daoran's hand.The great ambition brought great magic power, and Dao Ran began to feel that the power could not be controlled.

I just got used to it today, so I wouldn't blow my breath and make frost all over the city, and my mana increased again the next day.

Daoran didn't dare to take the initiative to practice anymore, so he could only use the methods of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to adjust and adapt.Anyway, there are too many magic powers to spend, so Daoran simply gave benefits to the people of Qiandenghe, and played Bodhi Qingxin several times every day.

This Buddhist qin melody has the effect of clearing the mind, calming the mind and curing all diseases. Dao's mana has reached the peak of the world, and the effect has been multiplied several times.It is a bit exaggerated to say that life and death are human flesh and bones, but as long as you have a breath, you can probably come back to life if you listen to the qin music a few more times.

Who can refuse such a good thing?
So it didn't take long, and it became the same as in Hangzhou, with mortals listening to the piano crowded to the brim.

Fortunately, Dao Ran is no longer a loner now, martial arts masters like Zhan Zhao and Zuo Wanli volunteered to serve as his guards, leading a group of good men to maintain order, otherwise people would be killed just by grabbing the position.

If it is said that other people in the capital have benefited a bit, then the people who originally lived in Qiandenghe Manor have won the big prize.

With the promotion of the magic array learning method, Qiandenghe's education business is booming. As long as you are not a fool, you can basically know most of the commonly used words after living in Qiandenghe Manor for a month.

This teaching effect far exceeds that of the private schools in the capital. After all, no matter how hard the teacher is, it is impossible to teach by hand all the time twelve hours a day.And Qiandenghe's phantom array can definitely be open all year round, and you can learn it when you open your eyes.

In addition to reading, there is also martial arts.

Daoran asked Xuanjizi and a group of masters to brainstorm and improve a set of martial arts that ordinary people can practice based on the moving mountain formula. Now it has been revised nineteen times, and each revision can make it easier for people to get started and more It is easy to practice the effect.

There are not many fighting moves in this martial art, it just highlights the effect of strengthening the body.Persisting for a long time can basically say goodbye to illness and greatly prolong life.

In this day and age, the average life expectancy of ordinary people is only [-], so marriage at the age of twelve or thirteen is mainly due to short life.

After practicing this set of martial arts, most people can live to the age of 70 or [-] without disease and disaster. Although it has not been verified, the physique of people who have practiced this martial arts has been greatly improved, and the effect is immediate.

For ordinary people, this is simply magic.

Therefore, even without any wages, Qiandeng River is still the place where all the people in the capital want to go to.

After repeated expansions, the manors on both sides of the Qiandeng River are now several times larger than before, and the population living on both sides of the river has exceeded [-].

Most of them study, practice martial arts, and work every day. It seems monotonous, but no one feels bored.Because I can see that I am improving every day, I have learned a few words, and I have practiced a few moves, and I can eat well, wear warm clothes and sleep well every day. No one will refuse such a day.

Before the first batch of graduates left Qiandenghe, there were shopkeepers from all walks of life in the capital staring at them.These days, people who can read and write are rare. If you add the condition of extraordinary skill, you will be a first-class talent.

Even if the writing is not enough, the people in Qiandenghe have such a relationship with the monk Daoran, and this alone is enough to make all the big bosses thirsty for talent.

However, these good things are limited to Qiandenghe.

Just as Daoran put away the guqin, Shenxiu knocked on the door.This high-ranking Beidouwei commander now has a sad expression on his face.

As soon as she entered, Shenxiu said, "Master, the world is in chaos."

A few months have passed, and the world has not become stable, but has become more and more chaotic.

The disasters in all states in the world are getting worse and worse. No matter how much money the imperial court spends, it only treats the symptoms but not the root cause.Drought, flood, earthquake... All kinds of natural disasters emerge one after another, refugees are everywhere, and some people directly kill officials and rebel.

The imperial court was a little bit overwhelmed, so much so that it wanted to call Beidouwei people to suppress the rebels.

Shenxiu came to see Daoran today, but she didn't know whether she should accept the emperor's assignment to go to every state in the world to suppress the rebels.

Daoran did not give an answer directly, but asked Shenxiu, "What do you think?"

"Master, Big Dipper Guards are all practitioners. If they deal with mortals, they will naturally be able to catch the rebellion with ease. But most of the rebels are ordinary people who can't survive. Once they are suppressed, the end will be miserable. This disciple is really not happy. I have the heart to kill them. But if I don’t do it, the imperial court may kill more people in suppressing the rebellion.”

This is where Shenxiu struggled the most. If he took action to suppress, the people would die. If he didn't take action, the common people might die even more.

How many soldiers are there with strict military discipline?Maybe when you go to the place, you can directly kill the good and pretend to be meritorious to say that you have suppressed the rebellion. Even if you don't kill the good people, wherever the army goes, the people must be in dire straits.

More importantly, the chaos in Dazhou has been known to the Liao people, and their army is already ready to move.Once Da Zhou showed signs of weakness, they would send troops to attack immediately, and at that time, life would really be ruined.

"Master, what do you think I should do?" Shenxiu asked anxiously.

Daoran poured him a cup of tea, and said, "No matter what you do, you must first correct your mentality. Their life and death have nothing to do with you."

Shenxiu asked strangely: "I'm a Buddhist, shouldn't I be merciful?"

Daoran said: "Compassion belongs to compassion, but you have to understand one thing, even the Buddha can't save the people of the world. Even in a peaceful and prosperous age, people die with injustice every day. I said it has nothing to do with you, just to let you not Therefore, you are in a mess. You should have the mentality of saving people if you can, and falling down if you can't save them. Don't blame yourself all day long if you can't save people, and become a demon instead."

Shenxiu frowned, and retorted, "Master, when you saved people in Hangzhou City, didn't you risk your life?"

In order to save people, Daoran forcibly summoned Tianlong Babu and almost lost his life.

Daoran reached out and knocked Shenxiu on the head, and then said: "Sacrificing one's life does not mean self-pity. At that time, as a teacher, I did my best and obeyed the destiny. Look at you now, and you are almost blaming yourself for the dead."

Shenxiu only felt a pain in his forehead, but at the same time, a cool air passed through his mind, and he immediately felt much more relaxed.

Daoran was right, before Shenxiu only felt that she would decide the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people, and that she was about to be overwhelmed by this responsibility.Now being knocked by Daoran, it seems to have turned the corner. The rebellion and suppression have nothing to do with him, and the monk should not be responsible for their life and death.

Shenxiu hurriedly clasped his hands together, and said to Daoran: "Amitabha, the master taught you the right thing, and the disciple has been taught."

Daoran sighed in his heart, it was really useful to take a slap in the face, unknowingly he also turned into Fa Hai's appearance, sinful and sinful.

"Now that you've figured it out, do you know what to do?" Daoran asked.

"I figured it out, I figured it out, I just don't worry anymore. But if you want to know how to do it, I will ask Master to guide me." Shenxiu said honestly.

Daoran rolled his eyes, this apprentice's cleverness is always half a breath away.

"You, being an official is a fool. You must always remember that you are a monk, and you are a practitioner. If the court asks you to suppress the rebels, then you go and suppress them. It is up to you whether you will die or not. Wouldn't you find a few corrupt officials and gangsters who are full of crimes to take the blame? Who is the traitor? You have the final say."

Shenxiu said with a suddenly realized expression, "As expected of Master, I really admire this kind of unscrupulous way of doing good."

Daoran rolled up his sleeves, ready to show Shenxiu the teaching mode passed down from generation to generation in Jinshan Temple.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Shenxiu quickly changed the subject and said, "Master, a person named Yan Xijiao found the lists you asked us to find earlier, but we can't bring them back."

"Yan Xijiao?"

Daoran has a deep memory of this name. When he first entered the City of Death, the first sufferer he saw was killed by Yan Xijiao.

"This Yan Xijiao is not an ordinary person, she has joined the Qingcheng sect. Speaking of which, the Qingcheng sect may have some relationship with Miss Bai."

Shenxiu's words made Daoran narrow his eyes, Bai Suzhen seems to have practiced in Qingcheng Mountain for a while, does it have anything to do with the Qingcheng School?
(End of this chapter)