Difficulty: I am a prince in the Black Sea

Chapter 253 The Second Strike Chapter 52: Elegant Monk
There is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, the sound of books is clear, the place of teaching and learning outside the world, the turmoil in the world seems to have no effect on this other world.

Under the pavilion, Tai Shihou held his hands behind his back and looked at the white clouds in the distance with an unwavering expression.

At the same time, a gentle and handsome figure came slowly outside the pavilion, stopped outside the pavilion, and cupped his hands to report.

"Master, according to the news, just now there has been a master of the Taixue outside Xuehai Wuya."

Yi Junci looked at the tall and straight figure under the pavilion, and said.

"Master Taixue, son Bin."

The expression on Tai Shihou's face did not change, and he said: "The turmoil of the world will inevitably affect the sea of ​​learning, it's a pity."

After hearing the words, Yijun said without raising his head, he still maintained the previous posture, and said: "Master, don't you plan to find the emperor to prove the reason?"

"Of course I will go." Hearing this, Tai Shihou's eyes sank. What Tai Xuezhu represented was not only himself, but also the reputation of Xuehai Wuya. Reputation is even more important than the Grand Scholar.

"Then Master intends to..."

"Your resignation." Tai Shihou interrupted.

"The disciple is here."

"Do you think there is any connection between Young Master Bin and Tai Xuezhu?"

"This... disciple doesn't know."

"Tomorrow's "Book of Rites" will be taught by you temporarily." Tai Shihou continued.

"Disciple takes orders." Yi Junci cupped his hands and said, "Master must be careful in this trip."

"Okay, let's go down." Tai Shihou flicked his sleeves, and his figure disappeared in the pavilion. Yi Junci always maintained that movement, motionless.

It wasn't until a while later that Yi Junci raised his head again, looked at the already empty pavilion, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The adversity is turbulent, maybe the Lord can be summoned to trigger the plan in advance.

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Separated by a wall, one person sits quietly, the inside of the wall is called the temple, and the outside of the wall is called the world. Those who get the Dharma enter, and those who do not get the Dharma just circle around a wall and circle back and forth. It is rare to find the door.

I saw the monk, wearing Yunni cassock, with a golden bowl on one side of the case, a colorful rosary hanging on his chest, wearing sun and moon shoes, and stroking the zither lightly.

"If you stop now, you will stop. If you find the time, there will be no time. I was born naked, so I took off the clouds and made it a monk's robe."

In the past, there was no limit to the sea of ​​learning where one person was under one person and above ten thousand people, and the teaching system was boundless. Today, the elegant monk and the son of a Buddha have strings and bosom friends. Now there are no strings on the piano, so where to find bosom friends.

"Amitabha, since the benefactor is here, why doesn't he come in?" Mr. Ya Sengfo raised his head slightly, looking at the red wall and asked.

Xuan Bin stood outside that wall, and said: "The six sense organs are not clean, and the three poisons are all present. I'm afraid it will tarnish the pure place of Buddhism, Wufo Temple, so it's better not to enter."

Hearing this, Mr. Ya Monk and Buddha still couldn't see the slightest emotion on his face, but stopped playing the piano in his hand.

He could hear the sarcasm in Xuan Bin's words, but the two had clearly never met each other, but he didn't know where Xuan Bin's objection came from.

"The benefactor seems to be dissatisfied with the poor monk, why?"

"Who is asking me this question now?"

"Of course it's a poor monk."

"Who is the poor monk? Is it a bosom friend? Is it the elegant monk and the son of the Buddha, or is it the heavens in the realm?"

"Amitabha." Mr. Ya Sengfo recited the Buddha's name softly, and then said: "It's all, it's not."

He didn't show any surprise at the secret revealed by Xuan Bin. From the beginning to the end, he was as calm and calm as a clay sculpture in a temple.

"A boring answer, and I have no interest in entangled with you." Xuan Bin said with a flick of his sleeves, "I was told to come to get something."

Hearing the words, Mr. Ya Monk and Buddha nodded slowly and said, "It turns out that your Excellency is the predestined person that my old friends said."

"I think his friend should be that high-spirited bosom friend, not the kind-hearted Buddhist son." Xuan Bin's tone was only light, but there was no hint of sarcasm.

"The poor monk is suspicious, so he should have never met the benefactor."

"Don't be confused, I have never dealt with you before." Xuan Bin said slowly, "It's just that I think that since there is a slogan of compassion, doing things like doves occupying magpies' nests is really against the purpose of monks .”

"But to me, such a thing doesn't have much to do with it. Now, can you please hand over what I want?"

"Amitabha, this is the destiny."

"If the sky wants to destroy the world, then you will let nature take its course?" Xuan Bin sneered, "If you can't follow the sky, what is the destiny?"

"Or, the bottom line of destiny is also so flexible?"

After hearing the words, Mr. Ya Monk and Buddha, after a moment of silence, recited the Buddha's name again, "Amitabha, the wisdom of the donor is beyond my reach."

At the same time as the words fell, a book flew out from the wall and landed in Xuan Bin's hands.

"This is what the benefactor is looking for." Mr. Yaseng Buddha said, "In the past, the poor monk was entrusted by others to take care of it temporarily, and only let the poor monk pass it on to someone with predestined relationship. It seems that he is the benefactor."

"Thank you."

Xuan Bin picked up the book, and he didn't intend to stay in Wufo Temple any longer, so he turned and left.

After Xuan Bin left, in the Wufo Temple, the sound of the stringless zither sounded again, the sound echoed, and the sound was pleasant.

"Buddhist son, string bosom friend, Amitabha."

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Dozens of miles to the southwest of Xuehai Wuya, on the cliff, a figure stood with hands behind his back, looking at Xuehai Wuya, whose silhouette was faintly visible.

Behind Tai Xuezhu, Xia Feng looked at his back, and asked slowly: "Since you don't want to give up Xuehai Wuya, why do you want to go away?"

Hearing this, Master Taixue sneered as if he had heard some joke, "Why, in your opinion, I can't let go of my foundation of endless learning? Is this the only realm of death in your eyes?"

Probably hearing the hint of killing intent hidden in Taixue Master's words, Xia Fengdu trembled, and quickly shook his head and said: "No, I dare not, I just feel that it is a pity."

"It's a pity?" Tai Xuezhu was still sneering, "The whole world is a playground for the God of Death, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, and it's more than just drying it out!"

"is it?"

Before the words fell, the majestic and majestic voice echoed on the cliff, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up, Xiafeng felt that he could not hold back the strength, and he retreated uncontrollably.

"You, here you come." Tai Xuezhu flicked his sleeves coldly, and the invisible wind swept away immediately.

"Articles shine through the ages, morality spreads the world, and the world talks about it, only my Confucian respects it."

The black robe is bulging, not angry but powerful and spontaneous, with a tall and straight figure, eyebrows drawn and contemptuously displayed.

Xuehai Wuya is in charge of the Ministry of Rites, and the Taishi Hou will learn from Hai Wuya in a while.

"I originally thought that everything in the public pavilion was just a rumor." Tai Shihou looked at the evil Tai Xuezhu in front of him, and frowned.

"Unexpectedly, you have really fallen to this point!"

"Degenerate?" Tai Xuezhu took a step forward, "Who can judge, what is degenerate? What is noble?"

"You, disappointing!"

(End of this chapter)