Chapter 152 I can only castrate
"The lamp is shining silently in the dark, and a ray of Buddha's light saves all living beings. It turns out that everything is false, and practice only lies in the original heart."
When Jinghe saw the Changming lamp on, he slowly recited a verse.
The mountain rain has stopped, tomorrow is rising, the wind is slightly cool.
Meng Yuan, as the vice president of the Lao Bie Keng Poetry Society, naturally looked down upon these monks who recited verses even when they were taking a shit, and he also murmured, "The morning glow reflects the rising sun, and the Fanbei accompanies the breeze."
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Although the voice was small, it fell into Mingyue's ears. She frowned slightly, as if she was disgusted.
Jinghe continued to recite Buddhist scriptures, and everyone on the top of the mountain sat down cross-legged and listened quietly.
Meng Yuan didn't dare to be careless, Hengdao was on his knees, and the Burning Heart Magical Power kept activating.
After an unknown amount of time, Meng Yuan felt like he was falling asleep, as if he was trapped in an endless and vast land.
After a long time, Meng Yuan felt someone pat his shoulder and someone called his name in his ear.
When he opened his eyes, it was Gong Zihua.
"You..." Meng Yuan looked around and saw that the top of the mountain was in a mess, covered in blood.
Mingyue sat cross-legged on the side, covered in blood, obviously having experienced a battle.
There are also a dozen colleagues from the Demon Suppression Department who are cleaning up the battlefield. Li Jinyun and others were chatting with a middle-aged man, and Zhang Guinian was not even qualified to come forward.
"Is it over?" Meng Yuan asked blankly.
"That's right." Gong Zihua sighed, "The attack of a fifth-grade warrior is really unstoppable." He helped Meng Yuan up and said helplessly: "It's a pity that you were deceived and did not participate in the battle. Miss Mingyue was seriously injured in order to protect you."
Meng Yuan hurried to see Mingyue and greeted her softly, but she didn't say anything and was very cold.
There was nothing he could do, the credit did not go to him, and Meng Yuan was lost, but at least his life was not lost.
"Did Elder Changri keep him?" Meng Yuan asked.
"Found it, we can't get involved in that." Gong Zihua whispered.
In this case, Meng Yuan didn't ask any questions and helped clean up the Hulu Mountain battlefield. He was busy for five or six days before returning.
All the way back to Songhe Mansion, I wanted to see the third lady but couldn't.
But Xiangling came to the door.
"Xiao Jiangjiang, the more I read, the more I feel that poetry is a trivial matter. You only know a few lines of poetry, but you still write limericks without rhythm and meaning. It's so boring!" Xiangling said very seriously, "I I want to go to the capital with Aunt Mingyue, where there are real great Confucians, great Confucians, and great Confucians!”
Meng Yuan was reluctant to let Xiang Ling leave, so he said: "But you are the president of the Lao Biekeng Poetry Club. Without you, how can the Poetry Club continue to operate?"
"Alas, Lao Bie Keng Poetry Club is just a mistake I made when I was young. Don't mention it again." Xiang Ling said.
"Then when will we meet again?"
"I'll see you again when I become a great scholar!"
People say separation in life is more important than farewell in death. I don’t know when we will see each other again. After all, Xiang Ling, a country bumpkin, has little chance of becoming a great scholar.
Meng Yuan wanted to send him off, but Mingyue refused, so he could only secretly guard outside the city, but he still didn't see anyone.
"Qingqing is pregnant!" Two days later, Nie Yannian came to the door and said, "Do you know which bitch did it?"
"It's me." Meng Yuan said, "Get ready for the wedding."
"Sure." Nie Yannian immediately agreed happily.
Only seven months later, Nie Qingqing died of dystocia.
"I was always worried that Qingqing would kill you, but I didn't expect you to kill her first." Nie Yannian had white hair and suddenly aged thirty years.
Meng Yuan only felt that life was meaningless.
Before the grief could be wiped away, Ying Ruzhu rushed over, "Jiang Tang has gained the respect of my master and said that she has a Taoist heart. She has been adopted as a personal successor and has been taken away. Don't look for it, you can't find it..."
In just one day, the two women Meng Yuan valued most had to say goodbye.
Meng Yuan had no choice but to drink to drown his sorrows.
Nie Yannian and Zhang Guinian tried to persuade Meng Yuan to renew their relationship but failed. From then on, Meng Yuan only devoted himself to the guard station, but he could not practice martial arts, there was no one above him, he was tired and ineffective, and he was not promoted for many years.
Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye, Nie Zhang grew old, and Meng Yuan was injured and could only go home to rest.
"Rivers always flow into the sea, but it is often difficult to realize their aspirations in life. Am I the only one I can live my life like this? The world is difficult, and there are still countless people who are suffering in the world. Can I save them?"
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From then on, Meng Yuan gave up martial arts and turned to literature. He read all the classics and wrote good strategies to save the country. He came to the capital and planned to find someone to contribute. This could be regarded as a small thing he had done for the world in his life.
However, no one appreciated him despite repeated visits. It's true that he has the influence of his father and brother, but after so many years, he has long since rejected this favor!
"Don't deceive young people to be poor! Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river! If the Qing Dynasty doesn't recognize great talents, I will go elsewhere!"
Meng Yuan gritted his teeth and went to the neighboring small country Yu.
He submitted a letter of ten thousand words and was indeed valued by the king, who immediately worshiped him as prime minister.
Innovating the official system, enriching the country and strengthening the army, Meng Yuan worked hard for ten years, the Yu State was in chaos, the king was rebelled by the prince, and Meng Yuan was sent to prison.
With his martial arts skills, Meng Yuan forcibly escaped, then disguised himself all the way back to the Qing Kingdom, and finally saw Songhe Mansion along the Canglang River.
"You are not as good as before, let me get you some medicine." Ying Ru was not satisfied after trying it for a while.
"I haven't come back for a few years. Why does the Qing Kingdom seem to have changed its appearance? Everyone is rich and the people are healthy. It is like a harmonious world. Is it the Holy King coming to the court?" Meng Yuan asked.
"A saint has come to this world." There was a look of reverence on Ying Ru's face, "You will know after you go outside the city and take a look."
After hearing this, Meng Yuan remembered that Big Head Mountain was in the west of the city, so he went to the west gate. Not long after walking, I saw many Confucian scholars hurriedly and excitedly leaving the city.
"Excuse me, what happened outside the city?" Meng Yuan asked a fat Confucian scholar, leaning on his wooden staff.
"You don't even know this?" The fat scholar's face turned red and he said excitedly: "Xiangzi is here to teach!"
"Xiangzi? Who is Xiangzi?" Someone who can be called "Zi" should have some ability, but Meng Yuan has never heard of it.
"You don't even know Xiangzi?" The fat Confucian scholar frowned, "Xiangzi is a great scholar of the world, a saint who comes out every five hundred years! It is Xiangzi's contribution to the great rule of our Qing Dynasty!"
"What is Xiangzi's merit?" Meng Yuan was confused and asked: "What theories does Xiangzi have on governing the country? What ideas does he have on governing the country?"
"Xiangzi has a saying: Managing a big country is like boiling an egg!" said the fat Confucian scholar.
"Running a big country is like boiling eggs?" Meng Yuan was even more confused, "Isn't running a big country like cooking small delicacies?"
"Governing a big country is like cooking a small fish? Is this a boring statement made by an old man in the mountains?" The fat scholar dismissed it, "It's so easy to cook a small fish. Just look at the heat and you will know whether it is cooked or not. To govern a big country, you can see it in a moment. Is it clear? ”
The fat Confucian scholar made a lot of sense, "So running a big country is like boiling an egg! Because you don't know whether the eggshell is cooked or not! Xiangzi said that the eggshell is the civil and military officials and subordinates. The egg white looks beautiful, but it is tasteless when eaten. They are aristocratic and powerful, and the real people’s hearts and minds are like egg yolks!”
Meng Yuan scratched his head and felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong. I think it makes some sense, but it doesn't make much sense either.
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However, if Xiangzi can use this idea to bring great rule to the Qing Dynasty, he must have really understood how to cook eggs.
"Is this Xiangzi preaching outside the city?" Meng Yuan asked.
"Yes! If you have good insights, Xiangzi will definitely allow you to enter Lao Biokeng Academy!" said the fat Confucian scholar.
"Lao Liekeng Academy?" Meng Yuan leaned on a cane, "Dare you ask Xiangzi's name?"
"You don't even know this? Xiangzi named a water chestnut! It's because water chestnuts are born in water. Water can carry water chestnuts and can also overturn water chestnuts!" After finishing speaking, the fat Confucian scholar left in a hurry.
Meng Yuan dropped his wooden stick, and for a moment he felt that the world was vast.
Looking back now, I see that I am old and sick, and have gone through countless hardships. In the end, I have no relatives and a family. It is just a wasted life, and I am getting old.
Needless to say, birth, old age, illness, and death are also common occurrences of resentment and hatred, and love and separation. In the second half of his life, he worked hard to make policies to rejuvenate the country, but it was not as good as Xiangling's boiled egg theory.
When Meng Yuan was confused and at a loss, he suddenly saw someone walking up to him.
I saw a monk with big teeth, wearing shabby robes, like an ascetic, kindly said: "You have experienced the seven sufferings of life, you can feel something."
"Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but they can never forget their fame! Where are the generals of ancient and modern times? A pile of grass has disappeared in the barren tomb." Meng Yuan said.
"Good." Dabanya smiled.
"Good sir!" Meng Yuan pointed to the crowds of people outside the city, "I would rather believe that Xiangling can govern the country than believe that this is an illusion? How could Xiangling leave me? How could there be no news from Jiang Tang? ”
Meng Yuan grabbed Da Banya's head, but did not catch the hair, and tore them directly together, "This is not a Taoist meeting, it is a Buddhist worship meeting where people shave their heads!"
Da Banya left immediately, and Meng Yuan did not pursue him. At this moment, he finally remembered that Fen Xin was not burning.
There is a fire in my heart, and all the distracting thoughts slowly recede.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was still on the top of Calabash Mountain.
Jinghe stood with one foot on the tin staff, his face extremely pale, his eyes still closed, and he didn't even look at himself.
Meng Yuan stood up, pulled out his knife, glanced at the painful bright moon beside him, and then looked into the distance.
I saw everyone sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, except for a bald old monk standing in the crowd, Master Kurong.
Master Kurong held a Zen staff in his hand. He took a step back and smashed a person's head with the Zen staff. More than a dozen people were already dead.
"What's your name?" Master Kurong asked cheerfully when he saw Meng Yuan wake up, but he still stepped back and knocked the man on the head.
"Meng Feiyuan." Meng Yuan stood up and helped burn the corpse. He did not forget to ask: "The old Zen master took a step back and killed one person. Why?"
"Planting green seedlings in the field with your hands, you can see the sky in the water when you lower your head. Only when the heart is pure can the Tao be achieved. To retreat is to move forward." Master Kurong smiled kindly.
"Wonderful! It turns out that the Zen master is planting rice seedlings!" Meng Yuan burned five or six corpses in succession, and then asked: "Zen master, how to awaken people who have fallen into the seven sufferings?"
"I can't wake you up. This lamp is always on, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere, as if I, the Buddha, are here in person." Master Kurong stopped.
"What kind of foot does the Changming Lantern have?" Meng Yuan asked.
"When I, the Western Buddha, attained the status of Bodhisattva, this ever-bright lamp was beside me. The ever-bright light of the Buddha has the ability to guide the way forward and keep the Buddha's mind intact." Great Master Kurong smiled.
"Why did the Everlasting Lantern fall here?" Meng Yuan asked again.
"There are seven evil rats in my Buddhist Zen place, and the longest among them is the green rat. The green rat stole the Everlasting Lamp and escaped all the way here."
"Really? I don't believe it." Meng Yuan smiled, "I am a seventh-level martial artist, and I can clearly see the mayflies and ants in front of me. The Buddha of Freedom is a second-level powerful person who has achieved the status of a Bodhisattva. How can he be Did the mouse steal the treasure? ”
Meng Yuan understood and said: "It can be seen that this free Buddha is not at ease and can only use the hands of mice to do things."
"Amitabha, the little benefactor is very understanding." Master Kurong was very happy, "There are too many stupid men and women in the world, and our Buddhist sect needs people like you! Are you willing to join our Buddhist sect?"
"I am no more than a pig or a goat, how dare I enter the gate of sex and emptiness." Meng Yuan said.
"You are too humble, do you understand my Buddhist knowledge?" Master Kurong asked expectantly.
"Not to mention Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism have never studied it." Meng Yuan smiled.
"You don't understand the classics of the three schools, but since you can come here, you must have some knowledge!" Master Ku Rong couldn't stop laughing, "The Qing Dynasty established the country with force, first resting with the people, and then spreading Confucianism and internal law. Now the country Five hundred years, disaster There are clouds in all directions, there are witchcraft and barbarians in the north, and there are demons and chaos in the south. It can be seen that Confucianism and Taoism cannot save the world! Only by reviving our Buddhist country can we achieve great prosperity, do you know?" br>
"I am a craftsman by trade. I don't understand the general trend of the world. I only know how to castrate." Meng Yuan stood in front of Mingyue.
(End of chapter)