Yan all over the world

Chapter 18
He foolishly replied: "There is a mother who guides you in the villa."

I knew in my heart that the old man never saw my father, and my father didn't even know the existence of the old man. Near evil is always rude, and my father and his entourage don't want to hear him say a complete sentence. Only kind-hearted Aunt Yang, look In terms of acquaintance in the past, it is possible to guide one or two.

The guy was still standing stupidly waiting for me to express something. I rolled my eyes and said with a smile: "The mother likes to joke, my cousin was cheated, the way you came up was very difficult, I know there is an easy way The mountain road is full of red apricots and poplars, the green leaves are shining, quiet and quiet, there is no interest in the mountains and forests, why not let my sister lead my cousin to go there?"

There was ecstasy in Xu Jingsheng's eyes, and he hastily saluted politely: "How lucky is Xiaosheng!"

I smiled, Xiaosheng?Fortunately?You thought you were acting, but soon you knew how lucky you were to meet me.

I picked a wild flower, pinned it to the skirt of my clothes, and walked slowly down the mountain.

Halfway through the walk, I met my father and a group of people around him. This time there was an extra monk. I saluted my father lightly and glanced at the monk out of the corner of my eye.

He smiled at me and clasped his hands together. He wore plain clothes and socks, and had ring scars on his head. He was a real great monk. Something blazing and resolute, like the dark fire of the night, shone faintly in the pupils of the pupils.

I can't imagine that the deep and desolate, quiet and fanatical gaze would appear in the eyes of a single person. I was even more frightened by the faint flames. I intuited whether the sparks that were so hard to hide could be used to start a prairie fire once they erupted.

Seeing me looking at the old monk, my father smiled and said, "This is Daoyan, the eminent monk who taught me scriptures and recommended blessings. Come together and meet my beloved daughter, if Huai Su has any doubts about the scriptures, you might as well ask the master for advice."

I smiled slightly, walked to the side, and leaned over to look at the rugged and deep cliff: "I respect the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, but I don't read the scriptures and don't talk about Buddhas. We are so high above, sitting on his lotus seat, reciting his Fufu Sutra, how many times have we ever felt compassion? Crossing others is worse than crossing yourself, and treating others is worse than crossing yourself. On the other side of the light, the sky does not give a boat, so the only way to do it is to swim."

"Amitabha Buddha," the old monk Daoyan suddenly shouted the Buddha's name, staring at me with a pair of eyes full of ghostly fire: "Miss is very intelligent and has extraordinary insights, which is the only thing a poor monk has ever seen in his life."

I looked at him in a little surprise: "Why did the master say that? Although I didn't scold the Buddha for being disrespectful, I didn't mean to respect the Buddha in my words. I thought the master was going to fight me desperately, but I didn't want to. It is so highly praised by the master."

Dao Yan smiled slightly: "Pity me, the world. There are many worries. Whether the Buddha crosses or crosses by himself, the different routes have the same origin. Although the poor monk is a member of the mountain gate, he knows not to stick to one word. Afraid of blood flow."

I raised my eyebrows and smiled: "The essence of Buddhism is kindness and benevolence, but the master's words imply evil spirits, which is not like Shizi."

Dao Yan lowered his eyes and looked solemnly: "Amitabha, those who achieve great things don't care about small details. They want the vagabonds to eat blood and eat mutton. Once they swing their swords, they will start a fire and invade our China for a hundred years. They will sleep on the couch of thousands of miles of land. On top of that, I used the Han people as slaves and shouted at them. I, a noble nation steeped in etiquette for thousands of years, turned out to be a fourth-class pariah, relying on others. , Killing the people for herds, mourning the crowds, wandering the fields, if it wasn't for the fate of my Taizu Emperor, who started at the end of the day, climbed up and shouted, and the four sides responded, soldiers pointed to the world, killing benevolent, how could we have the peace of the people in our prosperous Ming Dynasty today? Can I return my Han family's rivers and mountains to the world?"

I looked at this eloquent and eloquent monk, erudite, sharp, with flying eyebrows, and he was self-styled in his pitch. He seemed to be a well-educated Confucian student more than a well-educated monk. However, such a peculiar character made me feel unsuitable. Tune, fairy style, bone skin, keen to fight, and clearly spits out lotus flowers as immovable as a mountain, but no matter how you look at it, you feel that there is evil and madness in his bones.

Whenever my father came to the villa, he always brought a lot of servants. I am not interested in asking his identity. I think he is a high-ranking official of the court, or a general. With his tall stature, phoenix eyes and thick eyebrows, he is a general. , On the battlefield, it is quite a beautiful air.

This time, I brought this eccentric monk with me. Hearing that tone, I still have to rely heavily on it. What can a monk do?Even if the murderous intent is different from ordinary people, it is just training on paper. Could it be that reciting scriptures on the battlefield will indoctrinate the enemies to kneel down, abandon their weapons and surrender without fighting?

The monk seemed to know that I was slandering in my heart, so he smiled calmly, as if his heart was unmoved and ascetic, I was about to tease me a few words, but my father laughed and said: "Don't be in a hurry to fight, let's stop talking at the villa, eh ?” He snapped behind me, “Why isn’t Jing Sheng with you?”

I was surprised: "Jingsheng? Who is Jingsheng? Why are you with me?"

Father's thick eyebrows frowned: "Jing Sheng is your cousin. It's strange. I ordered him to go up the mountain to look for you earlier. Didn't you meet?"

I stared at my father, and slowly said: "I don't remember any cousin I have, my father forgot, my mother is an only daughter."

The father's expression was awkward for a moment, and then he coughed lightly, and then returned to his kind expression: "I was wrong, he is your aunt's nephew. It is also your cousin."

I turned my head to look at the pines on the top of the mountain. Under the pines, there was a tomb of my mother's clothes: "Ma'am?" There was a deep indifference in my tone: "I hate the thorns."

My father raised his eyebrows, and a trace of anger swept over his brows. He couldn't help but wanted to say something, but when he met my gaze, he suddenly changed his mind and changed the subject on his own: "It's strange, Jing Shengming went up the mountain, Why not with you."

I smiled nonchalantly and said: "Maybe it's because I was greedy for the mountain scenery and missed the road, or maybe it's because my son is too weak to climb the mountain, so I hid somewhere to rest. There are no beasts or outsiders in this mountain, so there is no danger." , let’s go down the mountain first, maybe we will meet him halfway.”

Father heard what I said was reasonable, and nodded in agreement, but Dao Yan stared into my eyes: "Miss, how did you know that Master Jing Sheng is a weak young man? Could it be that you have seen him before?"

(End of this chapter)