Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 13: The sixth level of human luck, the most popular minister

The next day,

early morning,

A ray of sunshine hit the treetops, casting dappled spots.

Xu Zisu opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest,
Although he has not improved in cultivation, if you look closely, you may be able to see that an imperceptible golden light flashed on his skin when he stood up.

The Vajra Dharma Body is finally achieved.

The Lotus Sutra focuses on Buddhist power, while the Vajra Dharma body focuses on cultivating the physical body, one inside and one outside, complementing each other.

In the innate realm, he is invincible.

Although it is a bit exaggerated, ordinary innate monks really cannot last long in his hands.

Just like the mandrill yesterday, if it were now, there would be no need to use the Lotus Demon-Conquering Sutra. It would only require a slight movement of the power of Vajra, and those vines would be broken.

"Master, are you awake?"

"Didn't sleep all night?"

Xu Zisu glanced at the scholar with a little familiar eyes in surprise, and asked.

Liu Wenhong shook his head: "Xiaosheng can't sleep. As soon as he closes his eyes, his mind is filled with the monster from yesterday."

Xu Zisu shook his head helplessly. He had no better way to deal with this. He could only comfort him and wait until he got out of the mountain.

After extinguishing the flames, the two set off again toward the outside of the mountain.

I left the mountain in half an hour,
After walking for another hour, I saw the outline of a city.

The most shocking thing is not Jingshui City, but a huge river not far from Jingshui City.
Jingshui River.

Jingshui is about 800 meters wide and bottomless. There are even rumors that there is a Dragon King in Jingshui.

Of course, it's just a legend, not true or false.

Normally, the water is calm and calm, just like a peaceful mirror. When the tide rises, the waves hit the waves and can roll up thousands of miles of river sand.

There is a Jingshui Pavilion not far outside the city, which was built for tide watching.

There are countless tourists who come to see the tide.

Therefore, among the eight counties in Songjian, Jingshui County is enough to rank among the top three.

The two of them followed the pedestrians into Jingshui County, and saw that there were indeed more traveling merchants and travelers than in Yonghuai County, and the market was more prosperous.

"Master, it's almost noon. I'm going to thank Xiaosheng for saving my life last night. Please don't refuse, Master."

"Amitabha."

"Since the benefactor has the heart of fist and fist, I will naturally not refuse."

If someone invites you to dinner, who would refuse?

The two of them randomly found a restaurant and went in. Perhaps because Xu Zisu was a monk, most of what Liu Wenhong ordered were vegetarian dishes.

In fact, he really wanted to say that although Buddhism is taboo on meat and fish, it is not taboo on the three pure meats.

The three pure meats are: meat that is not seen, heard, and killed for its own sake.

And according to his guess, it makes sense that Sanjing meat can be eaten. How can he say that?

Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect.
To be tainted with cause and effect is to fall into cause and effect.

As for the three pure meats, they cannot be seen or heard, and they will not be killed because of themselves. Naturally, they have no causal relationship with themselves, so they can be eaten.

Of course, this is just his own guess.

As for the three pure meats, even in this world, there are only occasional records in ancient books.

In this regard, he also specifically checked the ancient books.

After all, if people are not allowed to eat meat, they will suffer from malnutrition.

As long as there is, I won't be able to open him up in the future.

"Master, I have never asked you, why are you here in Jingshui County?"

"Nothing, I'm just here to watch the tide."

"I see. Master, you can stay in Jingshui County for two more days to see the scenery of this river."

Xu Zisu smiled and nodded.

"Have you heard? It's an auspicious time to pray for rain."

"Oh? Brother Chen, I wonder what day it is?"

"I heard from my father that it should be in three days." "Three days from now, it will be the autumn flood, so I'm afraid there will be trouble."

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Two young men in brocade robes, who looked like young men from wealthy families, exchanged words in a low voice.

Xu Zisu's ears twitched slightly, taking in everything.

Is the time to pray for rain three days from now?
It just happened to come at the right time.

"Haha, what does it have to do with us? Our county magistrate should be the one who should have a headache."

"Brother Chen, speak carefully, speak carefully."

The two looked at each other, then looked around, and changed the topic when no one was paying attention.

There were many diners discussing the matter of praying for rain, but they seemed to be preoccupied with something and did not dare to talk loudly.

Although the voices were weak, they were heard one by one, and he also gained some understanding about praying for rain.

In the afternoon,

After leaving the restaurant,

Liu Wenhong saluted him: "Master, the student has to go to the county government to report on his work, so I won't accompany the master. If the master has something to do, he can come to the county school to find the student."

"The young monk wishes the benefactor a smooth and successful career."

"Haha, thank you so much, Master, for your words."

Then he sighed in his heart, from a humble background, with no one behind him, even if he is a pedantic heavenly man, what's the use?
In the end, he is just a judge.

Although the county academic edict was also a junior official, he was not in the eyes of the imperial court after all.
high rise?

I'm afraid it will be difficult in this life.

However, being able to teach and educate people, watching the waves of the river, and writing books is also an achievement.

This is also the reason why he chose to be an evangelist after taking the imperial examination in Beijing.

"Farewell, Master."

After Liu Wenhong turned around, a golden light flashed in Xu Zisu's eyes. Under the golden light, only the green smoke curling up above Liu Wenhong's head was invisible.

Mortal luck is divided into six levels: white, green, blue, cyan, purple, and gold.

White luck is Bai Ding and Xiao Li.

Those with green luck will be a small official, up to the rank of a county official.

The blue luck is the prince of the palace and the official of the frontier.

And Qing Qiyun is a very popular minister and a prime minister.

Purple is the order of the Nine-Five Supreme Being, the Human Emperor.

As for gold, it is the best in the world and is called the Son of Life. It is called: Human Saint.

This is the sixth level of human luck.

As for the monks, luck has long been unable to determine anything. Maybe it is just white luck at the moment, and the next moment it will be the golden protagonist who commits suicide and jumps off the cliff. It can be said that the luck of the monks is changing all the time.

I just didn’t expect that a scholar I accidentally met would have blue luck.
In the future, he will be a very humane minister.
Really unpredictable.

However, after all, they are just the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

If you don't achieve immortality, it's nothing more than throwing away loess.

He still had to wait three days to pray for rain. He originally wanted to find a temple to stay in for three days, but after asking around, he found that there was no temple in Jingshui County. This was beyond his expectation.

into the night,

Dragon King Temple,
Since praying for rain came true, the Dragon King Temple was abandoned, and the new Dragon King Temple was built next to the bank of Jingshui River, which is also the place where people pray for rain.

Since the Dragon King Temple was abandoned, the incense has gradually lost, and the temple has also been dilapidated. So far, it has become a residence for beggars.

At least after nightfall, there were more than ten beggars who entered the ruined temple to take shelter from the wind.

A small Dragon King Temple is actually home to more than a dozen beggars.

Chaos seems to have arisen in the world.

Xu Zisu sat cross-legged in the corner, his eyes falling on the Dragon King statue.

I saw that the statue was covered with cracks and half of its body had disappeared. Only its eyes were still intact.

Just as he was about to look away, a golden light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

kindness?
What is it?
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(End of this chapter)