Later that year, the Sixth Patriarch Huineng shaved his hair and received ordination under this Bodhi tree. Later, he opened the Dongshan Dharma Gate and promoted the theory of sudden enlightenment he founded for the first time.

Father Yan sat under the tree and squinted his eyes with a smile, like an old farmer taking a nap in the wheat field. "Old man, I can't explain anything. I just feel that my heart, which has been bored for days, feels a lot more relaxed. Could it be that the Sixth Patriarch left it behind?"

The dharma nature below helped me eliminate my troubles?"

"How do you say this? Uncle Yan, what are you worried about?" Jiang Wen asked curiously.

"My daughter has been stubborn since she was a child, and she only accepts death when doing things."

Father Yan sighed slightly, "I was able to risk my life and take her out of Guangdong, but now that I am old and frail, I can no longer help her if something happens again. I am always worried about what will happen a hundred years from now."

What's the matter..."

There is one sentence that Yan's father has not fully said, which is that if Yan Yongchun continues to practice martial arts like this, he will never find his husband's family in the future. He can't really follow the five masters to become a nun in the mountains.

"Uncle Yan, as the saying goes, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. I think Miss Yan is a person with great wisdom and great blessings. You might as well relax and let her go ahead on her own."

Jiang Wen still said absently: "Hey, I still envy your life, Uncle Yan. Sometimes I wonder if I should retire so early. It would be great to live in seclusion in the woods and springs, and be free and happy..."

Father Yan glanced at Jiang Wen inexplicably, "Master Jiang, how could you say such a thing at your age? You are so big in the world that you don't want to make a living, but you learn to amuse yourself like an old man like me?"

Jiang Wen wanted to say something else, but another tall man with high arrogance had already walked into Guangxiao Temple. He walked in front of the two of them in three steps and two steps at a time - he saw that his clothes were quite decent, except for his messy hair, which he also wore.

A nondescript little hat.

"Master Jiang, since you asked Fan to go to Guangxiao Temple for a while, why did you hide under the tree by yourself?"

Fan Xinghan, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, looked at Jiang Wen with a wry smile. He also reached out to pull Jiang Wen up from the ground, but instead he was dragged to the foot of the tree and sat down.

"Gang Leader Fan, this is your fault. Master Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch, said it here at the beginning, let alone the flags moving and the wind moving, it is just the heart of a benevolent person."

Jiang Wen said slowly and naturally, "Jiang has been sitting here waiting for you for a long time, and you have successfully found me. Why do you insist on thinking that I have broken the appointment? This is obviously because you are unwilling to keep the appointment."

Jiang Wen stretched out his hand to hold his shoulders and continued speaking forcefully.

"Gang Leader Fan, this place is quite Zen-like. If you don't believe it, you can experience it for yourself. If you miss it, don't tell me, brother, I won't share good things with you."

Fan Xinghan sat down against the tree in disbelief, only to hear the shadows of the trees whistling in the wind. The midday sun shone in through the gaps in the branches, and was finely sifted into a mottled mixture of light yellow and gray black, falling lightly on the bluestone road.

It's like some mysterious and weird patterns that change with the wind, making people fascinated and speechless, and they can't help but feel something.

"The world is impermanent, the world is impermanent..."

Fan Xinghan muttered repeatedly, but finally did not get up, and the group squatting majestically under the tree now reduced to three people.

"Gang Leader Fan, as the saying goes, hardness cannot last forever, and softness cannot be maintained. How can you do such a turbulent life every day? You still have to combine work and rest."

Jiang Wen continued slowly, "To be honest, I went to the Nanhai Ancient Temple two days ago, and everyone in the village said they had never seen General Wu Liuqi going to sea. There were many strange things in the sea there, and even the imperial navy was defeated.

Shensha, I don’t think it’s possible that he went there.”

The matter with Guandi has not yet been resolved, so Fan Xinghan has been keeping an eye on Wu Liuqi's whereabouts. Now that Jiang Wen has ruled out the possibility of him going to sea from the south, Fan Xinghan can't help but wonder: "It's not from the south. Could it be that he really came from the northwest?"

Going? To the northwest, you don’t go into the sea, but into the mountains..."

But the next second, he rejected the idea out loud.

"No, it's impossible to go to Guangxi. It borders the territory of Pingxi King Wu Sangui, and the court can only regard Guangxi as a barrier between the two vassals. How could Wu Liuqi, a general from Pingnan Prince's palace, dare to go into such a dragon pool and a tiger's den?

Break into.”

Jiang Wen smiled and said to Fan Xinghan with interest: "I didn't expect you, Gang Leader Fan, to have such an understanding of the general trend of the world. This really makes me admire you!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Fan Xinghan said nervously: "Master Jiang, please stop teasing me. Although I am just a member of the Beggar Clan, I am in the rivers and lakes. How can I know nothing about the court?"

I know. This time the imperial court entrusts four alliance leaders, the four major sects, the southeast, northwest, and southeast. It is obvious that they want to extend their hands into the world."

Jiang Wen nodded slowly: "Yes, this trick is no more than enfeoffing the princes of the rivers and lakes, and dividing the three vassals. Once the situation is completed, no one in the rivers and lakes can escape the rule of law."

For a weak monarch, enfeoffing the princes is like drinking poison to quench thirst, which can easily lead to the separatist situation of vassal towns in the late Tang Dynasty. However, if the imperial court is extremely strong, there is no need to worry too much about creating vassal towns. When it is enough to subdue the four fields, the four forces will naturally be calm.

Ziyan.

Unfortunately, it is the second situation now. The Qing court, which was lucky enough to enter the customs, has been working hard for more than ten years. Last year, it not only defeated the cooperation of Zheng Chenggong and Zhang Huangyan, but also fought a bloody battle with Li Dingguo at Mopan Mountain, draining the last power of the small court of Nanming.

of blood.

At this time, whether it was the small victory of the Tiandihui in Wuyi Mountain or Zhao Wuji's brilliant move in Fuzhou City, they could not conceal the increasingly prosperous trend of the Qing court. The opponents who had competed for the world had long been left behind. Even if Zhang Huangyan teamed up with Li Zicheng's remaining Kui

The Thirteenth Family of the East, Emperor Yongli and Zhang Xianzhong's adopted sons worked together, but failed to reverse the trend and change their fate.

Therefore, everyone can see that the threat to the Qing court at this time is no longer Li Chuang's remnants of the party and the small court of Nanming, but the San Francisco that was originally established to clean up the Central Plains. Once these problems are eliminated, there will no longer be anyone in the world.

Can withstand the iron hoof of the Eight Banners.

Fan Xinghan took off the weird little hat on his head, revealing his messy hair - if a beggar like him didn't hide it, he might not even be able to get in through the temple gate. "Master Jiang, I think it will never be possible to make a comeback in the future. Just

Like this Shaolin retreat in the south of Guangzhou City, martial arts people from all over the world came to congratulate the old hero Luo for washing his hands in the golden basin. Peace will always be the most important thing in the world - maybe there will soon be a group of people in this world who go to the countryside to live in seclusion."

When the topic reached this point, Jiang Wen couldn't help but bring up what he had just thought.

"Gang Leader Fan, if that day comes, can't I sue Lao Shanlin and quit the swordsmanship? I would like to see how seniors like Luo Yuantong withdraw from the world."

One can never withdraw from the Jianghu, but there is a group of people in the Jianghu who are called Jianghu elders.

They may have unique achievements in martial arts, or they may be highly respected, or they may have extensive connections all over the world, or they may be too senior to fight with others. At this time, they will announce that they will quit fighting in the world, and only rely on their reputation and favors to travel around the world, doing some unscrupulous things.

For sinners, this is the best destination for Lao Jianghu.

For example, Wang Weiyang, the master of the Bagua Sect who had voluntarily refused the title of leader of the Green Forest Alliance from the Qing Dynasty in Heshuo, used this method to stay away from disputes and passed the position of sect leader to his disciple Shang Jianming.

Apprentice, I have retired.

"Haha, Master Jiang, I heard recently that your Wuyi sect has become famous. It doesn't sound like you want to wash your hands in a golden basin."

Fan Xinghan laughed loudly and said, obviously he has been interested in inquiring about Jiang Wen recently, "Although Fan is weak and weak, I have the duty to spread your chivalrous and benevolent style."

Jiang Wen smiled slightly and said with a sigh: "I am just paving the way for my apprentices. One day they can take charge of their own business, and I can let go."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a young novice monk burst in through the empty courtyard door, driving away the three people under the tree with a worried look on his face.

"How can you three sit here? Come on, go on, this is where my master meditates!"

When Yan's father and Fan Xinghan heard this, they smiled bitterly and stood up to give up their seats. After all, they were on someone else's territory. It would be bad if they really didn't follow the rules.

"Little Master, this is your fault. The Sixth Patriarch Huineng said it here at the beginning, let alone the flags moving and the wind moving, it is just the heart of a benevolent person."

But Jiang Wen glanced at it and said slowly, "It's so spacious under the Bodhi tree. The three of us here are like an extra weed growing under the tree. Young Master, you said we occupied the spot. Could it be that your master is practicing Zen?"

No matter how much grass grows in the place, you have to get rid of it. Do you have to have no grass growing in order to meditate and realize the Tao?"

Being robbed by Jiang Wen for a while, the little novice monk couldn't help but blush with anger, but he couldn't drive them away naturally. Fortunately, another voice sounded at this time.

"Can the three donors and the poor monk also meditate together under the tree?"

A gray-robed monk with a shiny forehead and protruding forehead bones suddenly appeared and drove away the young novice monk. Wearing the ordinary cassocks worn by lower-level monks, he walked straight up to Jiang Wen and his entourage and asked politely,

He expressed that he also wanted to sit here.

Jiang Wen lazily raised his hand: "Master, you can do whatever you want, the location here is quite spacious."

After getting the answer, the great monk sat down cross-legged expressionlessly, then leaned against the Bodhi tree with his eyes closed and chanted sutras, turning a deaf ear to the chatter of Jiang Wen and the others.

"This master, you haven't asked for your Dharma title yet?"

Seeing that he had secured his position and won, Jiang Wencai asked casually.

"The poor monk's dharma name is natural."

After hearing this, Yan's father stood up suddenly and said to the gray-robed monk: "You... you are the abbot of Guangxiao Temple, Master Natural? We are disrespectful and mistakenly occupy the treasure tree. Please forgive me!"

After saying that, he pulled Jiang Wen to get up, but the monk took the initiative to stop him.

"Amitabha, the poor monk, was invited by Taoist and secular people led by Chen Zizhuang to perform the Dharma here when he returned to Guangzhou from Lushan in the 15th year of Chongzhen's reign."

The gray-robed monk's expression showed no change, neither angry nor happy. The Bodhi tree in his eyes did not have a beautiful scene of colorful flowers, nor was it a comfortable place where the heat and coolness were pleasant. All he could see was looking down into the pond.

A falling shadow.

"As this benefactor said, a poor monk is just an ordinary plant growing under a tree due to the consequences of karma. They only come early and come late. Donor, you know that I am a natural monk but I have to avoid three homes. It is difficult for me to be a monk.

Isn’t it like a poor monk who has been practicing Buddhism for decades, only to end up with not even a blade of grass growing around him?”

After saying that, he stood up first and walked out of the door with a heavy sigh.

Yan's father stood there confused, but Jiang Wen also slowly stood up, with a glint in his eyes.
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