Tsoqen Living Buddha bowed deeply and said: "The poor monk has received the teaching. But everyone believes in it. I don't know if the heavenly master can predict it. I can only say which family will people believe in more at the moment?"
Xiao Feng smiled: "Does the Living Buddha have no idea? In fact, these three houses are all empty. If the people believe, there will be some, and if they don't, there will be none.
I got drunk on New Year's Eve and wrote the memorials in the ^_^ case, which were all impeached by the imperial censor.
In fact, that poem is the reason why I said I was going to answer the living Buddha's question. But they only thought that my words were arrogant and they couldn't understand anything.
Only my senior brother can understand it, so I don’t bother to talk to them. Living Buddha, think about it, my responsibility to revitalize the Ming Dynasty in this environment every day is no lighter than yours. "
The censors of the strict party were all furious, but as this was a grand occasion to receive envoys from Tibetan areas, they did not dare to shout out loud, and they all felt very uncomfortable.
Jiajing nodded slightly, that's right, junior brother just drank too much and complained a few times, you guys just had enough to eat and had nothing to do.
Wait a moment? Can that poem answer the question of Tsochen Living Buddha? Why don't I seem to see it?
No, I saw it. Whoever dares to say that I didn't see it, just come out and take a few steps!
Cuoqin Living Buddha came to Beijing in a hurry, but I did hear people talking about it on the streets of Beijing. It was said that Xiao Feng, the real person of Wenxuan, got drunk on New Year's Eve and wrote a drinking poem, but he didn't care at the time.
Now when Xiao Feng said it, this poem seemed to be prepared for him, and he suddenly felt in awe again.
"The Heavenly Master is indeed profound in Taoism. The poor monk is in urgent need of entering the capital and has not read it carefully. How about asking the Heavenly Master to explain it to the poor monk?"
Tsoqen Rinpoche glanced at the censors of the strict party who were still smoking, and felt that it was really not easy for Xiao Tianshi, so he added another sentence with the same hatred.
"It is also good for these Confucian disciples to hear what the Heavenly Master has on the matters of the three families, so that the poor monk can have a clear target when he goes back to persuade other living Buddhas."
Xiao Feng smiled calmly, without looking at the group of censors, and walked slowly, reading and explaining.
“The theme of this poem is wine, which coincides with the meeting and is the will of God.
The Buddha said that there are seven sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, meeting of resentments and hatreds, separation from love, and failure to seek what you want.
In fact, there are more than seven kinds of suffering in life, and the sorrows in life are even more countless. Du Kang made wine with the purpose of relieving worries. Anything that can relieve the sorrows of the world can be made into wine.
In fact, it does not matter whether it is Buddha, Tao, literature, or martial arts. As long as it is a future, as long as it is hope, it is something that people use to relieve themselves, just like wine.
But wine is something that sometimes relieves worries, and sometimes makes people feel more sad. It can reveal things that cause worry, and it can also increase worry.
Therefore, Buddhism, Taoism, literature, and martial arts are similar to wine. They can relieve worries or increase worries, depending on the state of mind.
All are form, all are empty, all are suffering, all are sorrow. "
Everyone listened quietly, and the smoke from the censors was not so loud. They also wanted to listen, so that they could find fault after listening. This is the basic skill of censors.
"
Wine was originally made by Du Kang to relieve sorrow and open the mind.
Although Du Kang has passed away, this thing has not disappeared.
Just because the sorrow is still there, it will never disappear forever!
These sentences are about wine, a thing that relieves worries, Buddhism, Taoism, culture and martial arts, and a promising future. As long as people are around, these will always exist. "
Most people understood. A few of the lower-level censors, who were promoted by the strict party only because they cursed hard, frowned and were still comprehending.
"
The dark moon is blocked by dark clouds, and the frost is heavy on the beloved man.
When I saw the swallow flying separately, it sounded alone in several places.
Dreaming about the warmth of the fragrant quilt, waking up crying and the tent is empty.
The Taoist man is young and his brocade clothes have returned early.
Little did you know that life is short and the flowers bloom red several times.
This is written about a warrior who abandons his newlywed wife and embarks on the battlefield. I originally hoped to gain meritorious service while still young, and be granted the title of wife and son.
Little did he know that after he came back, things had changed, his beauty had aged, and although he had been relieved of his worries, he had gained new ones. "
Many of the generals standing in the court lowered their heads. Most of them had three wives and four concubines, and they were not as sour as the literati.
But in their hearts, there was also the blushing girl, and there was also Xiangqiu who did not wait to return in triumph. Warriors are no less sentimental than literati, it's just that they can't speak or write.
"
In the blink of an eye, everything is done, and thousands of miles go to achieve fame.
The love of a loving mother’s homeland, the love of a wanderer across the world.
There are thousands of feet of trees in front of the hall, and the leaves are falling everywhere.
The day I quit talking and return to my roots, there are tens of thousands of mountains in the mountains.
Poetry and books are useless, what is the use of passing them down to the world?
If people in peace don't read it, disasters will happen early in troubled times.
Regardless of human affairs, Haoshou's scriptures are poor.
Loneliness is a matter of life, why bother with a reputation after death.
This is about scholars who have traveled thousands of miles to Beijing to take the exam. Some people have worked all their lives and never returned to their hometown to take a look at the big tree in front of their old house.
There are also some people who fail the imperial examination and are determined to write a legendary book. Unfortunately, Hao Shou Qi Jing may not be able to succeed. Even if he can succeed, it will only happen after his death. "
Yu Maojian, the Minister of Punishment, suddenly fell to his knees and burst into tears: "Long live, I beg for my bones. I am old and can no longer contribute to the court."
The veteran left home when he was young and has never returned to his hometown. I want to go back to Chongqing. I want to see the small tree in front of my house. It was planted by my father with my hands. "
Jiajing looked at Yu Maojian. This old guy, who was already seventy-six years old, looked really shaky, and often pretended to be confused. He was really of little use.
Anyway, now that Zhang Juzheng is up and Liu Tai is down, it is no longer necessary to rely on Yu Maojian to suppress Liu Tai. Jiajing felt soft, nodded, and let him go.
Yu Maojian went to court and did not even spend fifteen years in the capital, so he took his family straight to Chongqing. The mountain was high and the road was far away, and he was afraid that he would be halfway there and not see the small tree his father planted with him.
I don’t know whether Yu Maojian was an honest official throughout his life and had great political achievements, or whether he was in a cheerful mood when he returned to his hometown and the food was to his liking.
In short, Yu Maojian lived for another sixteen years in one go, just like in real history, and died at the age of ninety-three.
Yu Maojian's life can be regarded as a model of the ideal of scholar-bureaucrats in the Ming Dynasty.
He has Hai Rui's integrity but not Hai Rui's stubbornness. He has Hai Rui's heart and ability to do things. He can be called an invisible upgraded version of Hai Rui.
A few words here to promote such a good official who started well and ended well, which was rare in the Ming Dynasty, can be regarded as promoting positive energy.
"
The nature of ascetic cultivation in the monk's way is not empty at all.
If you really have no worries, why bother chanting sutras?
It's just because I'm so sad that I can't speak, and no one will listen to me when I want to complain.
I had no choice but to sit in front of the hall and tell my heart to the Buddha.
Work diligently day and night, and listen to the bells morning and evening.
The body is still attached to the bones, but the heart is in the hands of the Buddha.
Both monks and Taoists are people who transcend the world, but they all have the desire to join the world. It is precisely because of being born that we know the suffering of the world, and it is precisely because we know the suffering of the world that we need to enter the world to practice.
When people in the world are in sorrow, the monk guides the way, and the monk's sorrow can only be resolved by relying on the guidance of the Buddha and through practice.
During the Dharma Ending Period, there is no Buddha appearing in the world, and the only way to meet immortals is through dreams. It all depends on firmness of mind. How can we not suffer? "
Tsochen Living Buddha nodded sadly and hit the mark. During the Zhengfa period, there was a Buddha in the world who could directly guide sentient beings. During the Immortal Dharma period, although the Buddha entered nirvana, his true disciples were still in the world.
Now that we have reached the Dharma Ending Period, these are no longer visible. We can only persevere by relying on the cold classics and a firm heart to practice. It is painful.
Jiajing was also a little dejected. Junior brother, you said that you can only rely on dreaming to meet immortals. It does sound hard enough, but why do I think you are showing off?
You should let me, senior brother, suffer this kind of pain. You have always encountered this and that in your dreams. Senior brother, apart from being strangled and seeing stars in my eyes once, I haven’t even dreamed of my own master until now. Live it!
But I still persisted in practicing for so many years and took so many pills. Now when I look back and think about what I ate, I feel like vomiting.
Bitter, can it not be bitter? It’s so damn hard!
"
I am writing this song now not to relieve my emptiness.
Wine is not as good as people, and it is difficult to calm the mood.
There is no gentleman after drinking, but he is a drunkard.
Life is like this, it is empty.
null! null! null!
Living Buddha, you still have to drink wine even though you know it’s bitter, and you still have to practice practice even though you know it’s bitter. Form is empty, and sorrow is naturally empty.
How can you persuade others to drink wine that you can’t even drink? How can you persuade others to endure hardships that you cannot bear? Do you need to solve it again? "
Tsoqen Living Buddha solemnly put his hands together and said: "No need, the heavenly master has already explained it clearly, and the poor monk has accepted the instruction.
I want to make sure, poor monk, are you sure that the Heavenly Master does not intend to convert to Buddhism? What a pity! "
Finally, a young censor of the strict party couldn't stand listening anymore, so he bravely pointed his finger at Xiao Feng and stepped forward.
"Master Xiao, I don't understand the quarrel between you and the living Buddha, but there are some lines in your poems that are absolutely treasonous!
What does it mean that "poems and books are useless, what is the use of passing them down to the world?" 'What is it called' If people in peace do not read, trouble will occur early in troubled times. '?
You are clearly insinuating that the Ming Dynasty is engaging in literary inquisition! Long live the wise Ming Dynasty, how can there be a literary prison? "
Although Yan Song felt that there was something wrong with this occasion for the censor to be brave, he was indeed right. Besides, he had instructed the censors to do this, and he would have to talk about it sooner or later, so he might as well take advantage of this opportunity.
While there are outsiders around, Long Live will not be so unscrupulous in defending Xiao Feng. His son was harmed by Xiao Feng. If Yan Dang doesn't fight back, who will take Yan Dang seriously in the future?
"Long live, even though Cao Yushi was a little indifferent to the occasion, what he said was not unreasonable.
As an important official of the imperial court and a real person of the Ming Dynasty, how can Xiao Feng be trusted to speak out and insinuate that Long live engages in literary inquisition? "
Jiajing didn't feel anything. Anyway, the fight between Yan Dang and Xiao Feng was a routine operation. When Yan Shifan was here, Xiao Feng had the upper hand. Now that Yan Shifan is gone, can Xiao Feng not be able to handle this shit?
"Junior brother, the censor is a public official and has the power and responsibility to impeach and raise questions. Do you have anything to say?"
Xiao Feng smiled slightly: "Master Yan, since you think Cao Yushi's words are reasonable, do you think Ming Dynasty will never engage in literary inquisition?"
Yan Song was overjoyed and said to himself, "You are seeking your own death. Do you know what you are talking about?" This is a rhetorical question, not a question!
The teacher taught me that rhetorical questions have a positive meaning. You are confirming that there is a literary inquisition in Ming Dynasty! This is so cool!
"Master Xiao, what you're saying is, do you think Ming Dynasty will engage in literary inquisition?"
At this time, Jiajing and the people who supported Xiao Feng in their hearts were a little panicked. Xiao Feng, you don't really want to expose your shortcomings in public and say that the court has engaged in some kind of literary inquisition. This is a big taboo!
Xiao Feng smiled faintly: "Master Yan, what are you and Censor Cao doing now?"
These words were like a slap in the face, blinding Yan Song. Cao Yushi was also speechless, his head was buzzing, and he didn't know how to respond.
Jiajing also came to his senses, Damn, yes, what you are doing now is a literary prison, isn't it?
Xiao Feng wrote a poem, and you grabbed a sentence in the poem and said that Xiao Feng was rebellious and immoral. This is a classic literary inquisition routine!
Aren't you guys slapping me in the face in public? And in front of outsiders!
Looking at the wise look in Tsochen Living Buddha's eyes and the expression of sudden enlightenment, it is obvious that the Ming Dynasty often did this kind of nonsense!
Jiajing snorted heavily, and the dissatisfaction in his voice almost overflowed into the hall, and Yan Song suddenly shivered.
"Long live, long live, I never meant this! Old minister, I just felt that Xiao Feng's words were inappropriate, and I never said..."
At this point, Yan Song remembered what he had just said. No one was deaf. It was impossible to deny that he had not said it. He could only lose his pawn to protect his commander.
"Long live, I was influenced by Cao Yushi's words. I recently lost my wife and daughter-in-law, and my heart is filled with grief and confusion. I was accidentally affected by Cao Yushi!"
Yan Song was so miserable that Jiajing's eyes naturally slipped away from his old friend and fell directly on Cao Yushi's face.
Cao Yushi stared at Yan Song dumbfounded, feeling sad in his heart.
It’s over, the strict party is going to be over! When Xiaoge Laoyi was away, everyone realized that Yan Song was already an old fool!
At this time, you pass the blame to me, and I am lucky enough to charge into the battle for you. Even if you resist some more, you can buy me some time to breathe and think!
But Jiajing's eyes were fixed on his face like two knives, and Cao Yushi didn't have Xiao Feng's ability to speak forcefully, so he could only rely on his attitude to win leniency.
"Long live, I wholeheartedly defend Long live's reputation. In desperation, I spoke violently. I hope Long live will forgive me!"
Jiajing looked at him coldly: "Oh? I have to rely on you to protect my reputation? I have made too many mistakes. Thank you for your hard work!"
Cao Yushi's soul flew to the sky, and he realized that the more he spoke, the more mistakes he made, so he kowtowed desperately and said nothing.
"Censor Cao, regardless of the occasion, talks nonsense and disrespects the emperor. He is dismissed from his position as censor, demoted three levels, and given twenty imperial staffs to serve as a warning to others!"
Huang Jin bent down to accept the order, and under the cover of the pile of impeachment memorials on the desk, asked for instructions in a low voice.
"Long live, how to fight? This is a Chinese New Year, the dead are unknown..."
Jiajing nodded, and Huang Jin knew what was going on. He stood up and waved to His Highness's royal guards.
Jin Yiwei was very experienced and kept his eyes on Huang Jin's two feet and one hand.
The toes were spread apart, and this unlucky guy saved his life. The two fingers of the beckoning hand are slightly bent, and the three fingers are straight. Well, the buttocks must shrink by at least three points.
Cao Yushi will wear one size smaller pants from now on.
After inexplicably visiting a small Ming Dynasty special performance "Xiao Feng VS Yan Dang", Tsoqen Rinpoche looked at his clothes and came to his senses - No, I am the protagonist!
"Master Xiao, I will be lucky enough to meet you today. The journey to Tibet is far away, and I will set off back today. I will make one final confirmation..."
Jiajing coughed and said: "The living Buddha of Cuoqin came from afar and worked hard. He has done a good job in measuring the characters and warning. I am very relieved. If you come, the monks will reward you with gold and silver instruments!"
Tsochen Rinpoche smiled helplessly, knowing that he had no chance to poach him, but he was really reluctant to let go, so he had to speak again.
"Celestial Master, I have one more thing to ask Heavenly Master for advice. Although Heavenly Master's wine poems are profound and wonderful, they are also profound and difficult to understand. It is difficult for ordinary monks and people in Tibetan areas to relate to them.
I wonder if the Heavenly Master has a more simple metaphor that can help people understand the pain of cultivation, and can it be used to identify whether people's determination to practice is firm? "
Xiao Feng looked at the face of Cuoqin Living Buddha, which was slightly weathered but still handsome. Although it was not as gentle and jade-like as Xiao Qin, it still had the beauty of a calm and wise man.
"Living Buddha, your appearance is dignified and handsome, which is one of the good causes and good effects mentioned in Buddhism. But has this appearance ever caused you any love disaster?"
Jiajing was stunned. What was the junior brother doing? Asking the monk if he had ever been in love?
Aren’t you the one who doesn’t want to open the pot? I never ask Huang Jin what happened before he entered the palace!
But Tsochen Living Buddha raised his head and fell into profound memories.
It was the fiery red Gesang flowers on the snowy plateau, looking back and smiling on horseback while grazing yaks and Tibetan sheep.
It was highland barley wine in a cowhide bag. When the adults weren't paying attention, I secretly gave him a sip and stuffed a butter glutinous rice cake into his mouth.
It was a snowy night, and when Luo Busang found his home and confirmed that he was the reincarnated soul boy, he saw the lost eyes and frozen tears at the gate.
When they met on the street, she knelt down and worshiped with all the believers, but because she held her child too tightly with her hands, she made her child cry loudly and was scolded by her husband.
It was a wisp of soul that was compounded by poverty and illness and disappeared silently on the snowy plateau. He was buried in the sky on an unknown mountain, with nothing left.
This brought glory to her family, because the birds in the snow-capped mountains certified her as pure, kind and pious.
Cuoqin Living Buddha slowly opened his eyes, and his divine eyes were shining with crystal water. He nodded towards Xiao Feng.
"Not just me, many monks and even living Buddhas have experienced emotional tribulations. This is one of the tests of spiritual practice."
For some reason, a figure suddenly broke into Xiao Feng's mind.
Tall, slender, and beautiful, with a hint of shyness in her charming face, she was far away, looking at him quietly.
I really thought about saving you, and I saved a lot of Bliss Pills for you, even though I didn't know you liked me at that time.
But I still failed. I live in a real world, not a cool novel written by a literati. I can do whatever I want and control life and death at will.
I don’t have that ability, and I have too many constraints. You have committed many crimes and killed countless people, but I really wanted to save you. Do you believe it?
She looked at him quietly and smiled shyly at him. She believed it. How could she not believe him?
Xiao Feng bowed to Jiajing. Jiajing understood it for a moment, nodded slightly and waved his hand.
Xiao Feng turned around and left, slowly walking away from the main hall. Cuoqin Living Buddha looked at his back and listened to his low-pitched, slightly trembling voice.
Tsochen Rinpoche's chest felt as if he had been hit by a big hammer, and his heart seemed to stop beating for an instant. He desperately gathered his mind and suppressed the pain in his heart and the tears in his eyes with his practice and faith.
"
I once thought that being passionate would harm my holy life,
When you enter the mountains, you are afraid of losing sight of the city.
The world is safe and secure,
If you don’t live up to the Tathagata, you won’t live up to your Majesty. "
