Chapter 891 Heavenly Signs!

"He's an assassin trying to kill the Prince, kill him!"

This was shouted out,

Shouted out loud;

The Daoist turned his head to look at the old monk who had been standing behind him, accompanying him.

A person lives by a layer of skin;

With skin wrapping flesh and blood, a person can live;

With propriety, righteousness, and shame as the skin wrapping one's personality, a person can live like a person.

It's hard to imagine,

That earlier, inside,

Bantering with him and discussing Zen,

The old monk, seemingly mad, should have been the type to hold the air of a reclusive master;

But he,

Tore it open as he pleased.

Face,

Dignity,

Skin,

He could discard them as he pleased, and you couldn't say "no," because he was already crazy anyway.

"Hahahaha..."

The Daoist laughed, laughing very happily.

From the old monk shouting this out, to the onlooking worshippers reacting, it was actually a very short time, but in that short time, the two of them exchanged a look that was enough to replay all their earlier words.

You say the world is foolish,

Yes,

The world is indeed foolish, blindly following, filled with greed, anger, and hatred;

But the old monk remembered a sentence that the Prince of Pingxi had once said to him while chatting. This sentence was not a Zen riddle, but like a chisel piercing a mountain, leaving an indelible mark in the old monk's Buddhist heart;

The Prince said: The eyes of the people are discerning.

They are foolish,

But they know who treats them well, or rather, who they rely on to live.

Whether they were Yan people, Jin people, Chu people, Man people, or savage people, no matter what class they belonged to, they all knew one thing: the Prince was their everything, no, their family's everything!

In Fengxin City, there was only this one temple, and it didn't issue monastic certificates. Apart from the servants, there were only these two real monks.

Ordinary people would come to the temple to ask them to help with something;

Gradually, the mad monk seemed less mad;

The young monk's rouge seemed less cloying and more fragrant;

Being able to open the only temple here meant that their identities were extraordinary. Even a pig sitting in the only position could command this kind of trust.

So,

When the old monk shouted it out,

A brief exchange of glances was followed by a fleeting smile,

And then,

A group of worshippers swarmed over almost instinctively.

There were veterans who had fought on battlefields bringing their families to offer incense, but most were the old, weak, women, and children.

However, everyone was brave and fearless at this moment.

The Daoist raised his horsetail whisk, sweeping away some of the people around him, but then, the people behind immediately pounced on him.

The Daoist was caught;

People began to tear at his clothes, drag his hands and feet, knock him to the ground, and wished they could grind him into mincemeat.

But just then,

Blue smoke suddenly began to rise from the Daoist's body under his robes.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The Daoist's limbs were pulled apart like this, but inside the torn limbs, it turned out to be all stuffed with straw.

The old monk slapped his forehead,

And said:

"Oh dear, I was impulsive."

…

In Fengxin City's coffin shop, a new batch of high-quality coffins had recently arrived from workshops outside the city.

Among them, there was a redwood one, which was placed in the innermost part of the warehouse, lying quietly, and it was estimated that it would have to lie there for a long time.

But just then,

The coffin lid was pushed open,

And a Daoist sat up from inside.

His face was covered with bulging veins, and blood was flowing from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

Especially the nose, the nosebleed was a bit terrifying.

He reached out and wiped it, but more and more came out. In the end, he had no choice but to pinch his nose bridge with his fingers, using inner force to stop the bleeding. He rolled his eyes, and finally stopped the nosebleed.

He breathed heavily,

His mind was a little dazed.

He twisted his neck, and his joints made a series of crisp sounds.

Finally,

The Daoist climbed out of the coffin.

"The people are not afraid and gather, from small to see the big, this Fengxin City actually has the atmosphere of establishing a country!"

The Daoist considered himself an outsider, and before he wanted to get involved, he could guarantee that there was no karma on him, or rather, he clearly knew how much karma he still had hanging on him. In short, he was aware of the situation.

With this awareness, he could often avoid being targeted.

He went to the Gourd Temple,

He went to see the mad monk,

His puppet was torn apart by the worshippers;

No cause, only effect, this is the omen.

It was like,

The real vortex, it was just there;

It didn't appear because you got close to it, nor did it disappear because you moved away;

Everyone looks at the world from a different angle, so naturally they can see different scenery.

To outsiders, the Pingxi Prince's Mansion in Jdong had long had the capital to be independent. Otherwise, the Regent of Chu would not have tried to win them over, and the emperor of the Yan Kingdom's palace would not have been so depressed that he almost became autistic in order to untangle his knot.

But in the Daoist's view,

Only this kind of atmosphere was the real dawn of a new country!

The same thing, interpreted from different angles, the results are similar, but the processes are different.

"Ouch."

The Daoist rubbed his nose,

Then,

He sat down cross-legged.

"In the mountains, one does not know the years. These ten years in the human world have actually taken on the flavor of vast changes."

Seeming to still feel uncomfortable with his nose, the Daoist reached out and tugged at his face, and then, a corner of his face was torn off.

"Whirr!"

He tore off his face.

Under the face, it wasn't a hideous face, but still a warm and jade-like face, but it had an unnatural paleness.

The delicate skin, after being exposed, immediately felt a burning sensation from the air, and the Daoist also showed a slightly painful expression.

After making some adjustments,

The Daoist used his right fingernail to cut open the palm of his left hand, and then, pressed it on the floor tiles.

"Rootless infant, rootless spirit;

Is it an innate defect?

No,

No,

It's not.

First there is talent, then there is defect, even rootless duckweed initially has roots.

But this one,

Comes from nothing, comes from nothing!"

Actually,

The Daoist came here just to take a look.

The world is so big, there will never be a shortage of strange people and strangers.

The back mountain of the Qian Kingdom originally had a plaque, which was personally inscribed by the Qian Kingdom's founding emperor. Because the wind of refining Qi flourished in Qian, the founding emperor hoped to consolidate the Zhao family's imperial power through the lineage of Qi refiners with the blessing of the imperial family.

The imperial family can complement the Qi refiners to a certain extent;

Therefore, when the back mountain was first established, the Qian people originally intended to erect a ancestral court for the Qi refiners of the world, but on the day the mountain gate was opened, it was said that a great power appeared from the sea of clouds and struck the plaque of the "ancestral court" with divine thunder.

Therefore, although the back mountain is actually where the orthodox Qi refiners are located today, the word "ancestral court" will no longer be mentioned within the mountain gate. After all, who knows what real big shots are hidden in some corner.

The Sword Saint also once said that the so-called Four Great Swordsmen are not to say that there are really only four people with the strongest swordsmanship. In his half-life of walking in the martial world, he had also encountered two or three swordsmen who were not inferior to him in swordsmanship talent and realm, but their fame was not obvious.

The most straightforward point is,

The Sword Saint's opening of the Second Rank was borrowed;

From the Ninth Rank to the Third Rank, it is roughly a general term for the various paths today. Almost all the laws of the world are measured by this. If the Second Rank can only be borrowed, then what about the First Rank?

Could it be that it is just for leaving blank?

From the time when the Sword Saint first forcibly opened the Second Rank in front of Xuehai Pass and almost lost his life, to the present, when facing opponents he doesn't bother to entangle with, he directly opens the Second Rank;

Furthermore, there is that existence who knows a little bit about everything;

After opening the Second Rank and gradually getting used to it, who knows if he can directly stand in this realm in the future?

And once he stands firm, looks up, and takes another look, maybe he can find something new?

The Daoist's name, he himself no longer cared about it. Even his Daoist name, whether he had it or not, made no difference;

But in the end, he was after all a person of the same era as Cang Fuzi.

He came here,

Just because he was curious. After leaving seclusion, he originally wanted to find someone to chat with, but who knew he couldn't find anyone, so he came out to walk around. This walking around was really just walking around.

Such an existence, even drinking a sip of water, may contain some kind of Daoist concept of heavenly secrets, and has long broken free from the shackles of the world, and his state of mind tends to be simple.

What he was curious about was discovering this "rootless spirit";

When comprehending the Dao of Heaven, the Dao of Heaven is actually also "comprehending" you, and his thinking has gradually deviated from the ordinary category;

He also does not understand the existence that the Dao of Heaven does not understand, and he also wants to find the existence that the Dao of Heaven wants to find;

Back then, Zheng Fan felt that practicing the saber was too tiring and the path of a martial artist was too bitter, and he was a little envious of Jingnan Prince's "magic arts," and this ethereal and magical feeling was also in line with his aesthetics;

And Jingnan Prince's reply was very simple, he only had a little knowledge of it, and could not teach it.

Just like the saber practice he asked about later,

This saber practice,

Did it need to be taught?

It was not that Lao Tian was selfish with Zheng Fan, Tian Wujing was really almost responsive to Zheng Fan;

But unfortunately, on the path of cultivation, there was really no way to impart and subvert.

Because he really was,

Like this,

And then like that,

And it was done;

At that time, Zheng Fan's skin was still very thick, and he said that he also wanted to have a little knowledge of it.

Tian Wujing asked back: Do you know why this Prince only has a little knowledge of it?

Zheng Fan originally wanted to answer: It's because Your Highness is habitually humble.

As a result, Lao Tian said the answer first:

It's enough to have a little knowledge of it, if you have full knowledge of it, it will be gone.

Maybe,

At that time, Lao Tian didn't think that Zheng Fan could understand the meaning of this sentence;

But unfortunately, Zheng Fan understood.

This was not strange, the Prince of Pingxi's theoretical knowledge was quite rich, otherwise the Sword Saint would not have frequently realized something by his side.

The current Daoist,

Actually already had this sign.

He knew very clearly what place this was, and he also understood very well what kind of danger it meant for an outsider like himself to be in Fengxin City surrounded by a large army;

He could face the old monk and say bluntly that he did not dare to look for that Prince of Pingxi.

After all,

What was different from swordsmen and martial artists was that the rank of outsiders was disproportionate to their worldly combat power.

But he still couldn't help but want to explore.

This curiosity came from the bottom of his heart, and also from the…… providence in the dark.

However,

He didn't realize one thing,

That was that earlier in the Gourd Temple, the old monk had actually hinted that the answer was on the child's biological father.

But the Daoist didn't even think about it,

How rare was a rootless spirit, appearing out of thin air, without any causal entanglement.

He just didn't expect that such a rare rootless spirit was simply because the child's father was not a native of this world.

"Heaven follows my will, spiritual eye opens!"

The Daoist closed his eyes.

The next moment,

A blue bird appeared above Fengxin City.

The blue bird was shapeless, yet it seemed to have shape. It circled around, and then found the location of the Prince's Mansion.

But,

Just when it was about to swoop down to see what was going on,

From the Gourd Temple outside the city,

Suddenly came the sound of a bell,

Suddenly,

An invisible net,

Entangled this blue bird.

…

Monk Kongyuan was ringing the bell,

While ringing,

He was vomiting blood.

The little monk Liaofan stood beside him watching;

"Disciple, do you think that Master is at a loss?"

The little monk Liaofan was silent for a while,

And then,

He went straight to the big bell in front of him,

And used his head,

To hit it!

"Dong!!!!!!!"

The sound was not loud, but in an instant, it shook people's hearts.

Old Monk Kongyuan immediately sucked in a breath of cold air, only feeling that his whole body, no, from the depths of his bones, had been baptized by this bell sound.

After the little monk Liaofan finished hitting the bell,

He staggered around three times in place.

On his head, blood dripped down his cheek.

But at this time,

The charm in the little monk's eyes became even stronger;

When the charm reached its extreme, it showed a form of emptiness, and the extreme of desire was emptiness.

He,

With his left hand forming a lotus mudra by his side,

His right hand held a single palm together in front of his chest,

And a compassionate smile on the corner of his mouth.

The old monk opened his mouth,

And asked:

"What's wrong?"

"To answer."

"How should I answer?"

"Doing what you want is natural, natural is Dharma, because Dharma is naturally natural."

After saying these words,

The little monk closed his eyes,

And layers of golden light rippled out from his body. Looking up, in the void, there was faintly a Buddha image of joy.

Monk Kongyuan immediately laughed and scolded:

"Who said that people who have left home have no status distinction, inside and outside the family are the same, people and people, people and Buddha, Buddha and Buddha, are incomparable."

What the old monk cultivates is the present life Buddha, which is equivalent to starting from scratch.

And when he took in the little monk Liaofan, he knew his Buddhahood;

He came from a commoner background,

But his disciple's "ancestors" were rich;

In Buddhism, there is a corresponding saying for this, called…… reincarnation.

The old monk was upset, and jealous;

The little monk still closed his eyes,

But opened his mouth and said:

"Seeing through is not necessarily seeing through, going out is not necessarily coming in, the equality of all beings is originally illusory.

The people in the house look at the Buddha outside the door, and think that the Buddha is outside the door;

But the Buddha outside the door looked up at this sky, and himself, why wasn't he in an even bigger house?"

Old Monk Kongyuan continued to ring the bell,

And continued to vomit blood,

And cursed:

"Amitabha, that damn Buddha,

Master, I think this deal, no, this Buddhist affinity, is simply too profitable.

What's wrong,

My little disciple, also has moved his mortal heart?"

The old monk knew that he was not talking to his original disciple, at least, not at the moment.

The little monk nodded and said, "Yes."

The old monk continued to ring the bell,

And asked:

"Master, I am thinking of taking advantage of this favor to expand this Gourd Temple again, and the Prince's Mansion can also give us more monastic certificates, and Master, I will be the grandmaster, and you can take disciples and be the master."

When the little monk Liaofan heard this,

He said:

"The temple outside the village is called the village temple, withered vines, ruined willows, and broken walls;

The temple outside the town is called the small temple, white wax, sesame oil, and tattered clothes;

The temple outside the city is called a famous temple, fragrant mist, golden body, and large rats……"

The old monk gasped for breath and continued to ask:

"Which temple do you want?"

The little monk replied:

"The temple outside the capital is called the National Church!

Eternity,

The world,

Unification!"

"Spit!!!!"

The old monk spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva forcefully,

And cursed;

"Amitabha, this Buddha, how did he become a man in the end?"

"Hahahahaha!!!!!!"

The little monk Liaofan laughed loudly: "Originally came from among men, and went to among men, after passing through a door, it is the Buddhist gate."

The old monk cursed again: "This can be regarded as understanding why the Three Lords opened the border back then, and auspicious omens such as Pi Xiu and Fire Phoenix manifested in the world to seek to follow.

To put it bluntly,

You are the same!"

"Yes!"

The little monk faced the direction of Fengxin City,

He ran thousands of miles to Xuehai Pass, detoured into Chu, and made military achievements to be promoted, and then got the entrustment of Jingnan Prince's legacy;

The original blank slate has already shown signs of being managed into fertile soil!

"The atmosphere is here, the atmosphere is here!

The atmosphere is here,

Those who should come, will gather.

When people are in trouble, they beg everywhere to survive;

When people are prominent, they offer tributes from all directions to be affiliated;

Even if he, Prince of Pingxi, is really determined to be a loyal minister of Great Yan,

What about his children?

What about his heirs?

What's more,

Everything that he, Prince of Pingxi, does, plans, and expects, doesn't have the slightest meaning of being a loyal general waiting to be slaughtered!

This time,

The gamble,

The fight,

Is worth it!

Amitabha…… Buddha!"

The next moment,

The Buddha shadow in the void became much more solid.

Then,

The Buddha shadow stretched out its Buddha hand,

And faced this blue bird,

And clenched down!

"Boom!"

……

In the warehouse of the coffin shop, the Daoist's figure twisted accordingly, and his original pale and eerie complexion suddenly showed a touch of sallow.

"This world has countless living beings,

Countless door gods, couplets, and Buddha statues are hung,

But have they ever really opened your eyes to take a look?

The Prince here,

Originally does not believe in Buddha,

And he is not even at home,

Yet you have the nerve to take the initiative to protect him!

How laughable,

How truly laughable!

Break,

For this Daoist!"

……

In the sky, the "movement" was extremely large!

But 99% of the people inside and outside Fengxin City could not detect the slightest bit of it at all.

After all, matters of the outside world, if you believe in them, they exist, if you don't believe in them, they don't exist, mysterious and mysterious.

But,

There were always a small number of people who could have some feeling.

Fengxin City,

Wangfu Third Street,

In a courtyard with a plaque hanging that read "Secret Intelligence Division Office."

A thin man, holding a teacup in his hand, was looking up at the sky.

His name was Zhou Wang, a eunuch, Grandfather Wei's godson, but at the moment, he was definitely an inconspicuous small role. After all, Grandfather Wei served two emperors, and there were really countless godsons and grandsons.

His qualifications were very shallow, and his Qi refiner cultivation was also very shallow, so he was sent here to sit in the yamen.

A spy yamen, with a plaque hung directly on the forehead, like this, what else do you want to do? What else can you do?

It was nothing more than drinking tea, passing messages, and attending meetings.

Today,

He was drinking tea according to his usual habit, and when he looked up, he was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him.

"In the past, I only thought that in history books, when so-and-so of a family was born, the world changed color and auspicious omens descended, it was just the historian shamelessly gilding and fabricating.

Unexpectedly,

It's actually true!"

As the helmsman of the Secret Intelligence Division in Fengxin City,

Zhou Wang naturally knew what was going to happen in Fengxin City now.

He immediately ran back to the study like crazy,

Spread out the secret report, picked up the pen,

His hand,

Was shaking!

He was very scared, it could be said that he was scared to the bone, because he knew what this sentence meant, and it was even likely to turn into a vortex that would grind himself into powder!

But he couldn't hide it,

And he didn't dare to hide it,

He could only write:

"When the Prince of Pingxi's heir is about to be born, the heavens send down a celestial phenomenon!"