I remembered washing the mirror.
Yes, he is a son. He discovered his father's crazy behavior, killed his father at his father's request, and forged his father into a sword.
sword.
A word he hated so much that he wanted to curse it.
Xi Jing began to get confused, and he subconsciously increased his chanting volume. Cold sweat covered his palms, and blue veins appeared on his forehead. All the pain from the past suddenly returned.
He left his sad home and traveled around the world.
Absolutely no, absolutely no, he carried his father's ancestral sword books. He shouldn't have read those books, let alone been attracted by those books. He shouldn't have peeped at other people's martial arts competitions in the secluded mountains, and he shouldn't have seen the people competing. The weapon used is not suitable for the hand. You should not be too smart to immediately build a weapon that suits the martial arts of the contestant, and you should not give the weapon to him...
It shouldn't be...
He should not have the blood of Hua Laizi, and he has an innate understanding of the structure of weapons.
His talent should not be shown.
Trouble still came. Everyone who practiced martial arts wanted to have the most suitable weapon for him. Everyone tried their best to find him. He had to hide, but someone could still find him.
How many good weapons has he forged? How many sins? How many people shed blood because of this?
His heart became heavier and heavier, but he was trapped in the world and could not retreat.
The washing mirror suddenly fell silent, and the remaining scriptures echoed in the lobby.
The memories are so depressing.
He smiled faintly, and the cold sweat flowed from the corner of his mouth and hung on his chin.
He remembered someone.
It was this person who made him realize that it was not that he could not withdraw from the world, but that he could not withdraw from his own heart.
He complained about himself every day, wallowing in the layers of pain he had created, but this person taught him to break free.
He is a Taoist priest, his name is Yun Kong.
Everyone who comes to him will ask him to forge weapons.
But when Yun Kong saw him, he shed tears.
No one ever sheds a tear for him.
He saw the pity in Yun Kong's eyes, which were genuine tears that penetrated his heart.
At that moment, he was released.
Yun Kong told him: "Go and do business, be an ordinary person, or become a monk and stay away from the world..."
Xi Jing looked around the lobby and smiled with satisfaction.
This is where he finds peace! What is he still worried about? It's Zi Su. Zi Su's appearance just now actually brought him back to the past. It shows that his cultivation is still far from enough.
Is Zi Su’s intention good or evil?
He looked at the sword in front of him and found that the sword was trembling slightly.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," he stroked the sword, "It's okay, I just recalled the past accidentally."
The swordsmen were still a little worried and pressed heavily on the ground.
Wash the mirror, put your hands together, and chant Buddha's name quietly.
His Buddhist sound gently circled, circled, and wound up the roof beams, swirling among the hanging incense sticks, like freehand fish swimming leisurely in the refreshing scent of sandalwood.
The Buddha's voice is soft and light, seeming to be present or not, melting in the air, like a gentle breeze, affecting people's hearts.
The swords and swords were also silent and relieved.
They are quiet, vibrating slightly with the waves of Buddha's sound, and sing in harmony with the washing mirror.
Xi Jing knew they understood, so he smiled reassuringly and continued to recite the Buddha's name.
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"Monk Nian Jian?"
"Sir, he is very famous now. How many people go to Shitou Temple every day to burn incense just to see the old monk." The idler said.
"Idle man" is a kind of idle man who has nothing to do with production. He spends his whole day working in the wealthy gentry and brothels to earn a little bit and live for free.
This idle man happened to hook up with a gentleman who knew everything.
The general listened to the idler continue to brag.
"It's strange to say that a monk chants Buddha's name when he chants Buddha's name. Why does he chant to two swords?" The idler said wrongly. One of them is a sword, a Japanese sword. "Or else he wants to attract attention and gain fame. He uses it to There are many people who use this trick."
"What's the trick?"
"It's just something new and different, so I can ask for more money for the sesame oil."
The general nodded: "Having said that, it's a shame that the old monk came up with it."
The idle man was accompanying Mr. Tongshi, making jokes, just to find some life. Seeing that the conversation was about to stop, he hadn't eaten a meal today, how could he let Mr. Tongshi go, so he hurriedly said: "Listen to what people say, Those two are good swords.”
"A good sword?" Tongshi snorted, "Am I aware of any good swords in Yanjing?"
Now we have the right question. This general is famous for his love of collecting swords.
The idler hurriedly said: "I am not as knowledgeable as my husband. I don't know if I am a good sword. I heard people say that the Shitou Temple will have strange light shining at night. A Taoist priest saw it and said that this kind of light only lasts for a thousand years." Only ancient swords exist.”
"Huh?" Tongtong was slightly moved.
Anyway, there is no need to brag, so the idler boasted even more diligently: "The young man is not as smart as Mr. I don't know what the thousand-year-old sword looks like and whether it shines, but the Taoist priest has traveled all over the world, so he probably knows something about it."
"Then the old monk is called Monk Nian Jian?"
"Nianjian was called "Nianjian" by someone else, because he chants "Buddha" in front of the sword every day. I don't know what the original name is."
"In which temple?"
"The younger one can take you there."
"This... is fine." Mr. Tongshi stroked his chin.
"People near the temple are discussing this matter. If you want to know more details, just go and have tea nearby."
"Do as you wish."
Just like that, the idler's lunch was settled.
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The mirror-washing monk has been chanting Buddha's name in front of his sword for quite some time, and this practice has been talked about as a topic after dinner.
More and more people come to offer incense every day just to see the face of the mirror being washed.
The other two monks in the temple were so happy that they counted the money for sesame oil every day and couldn't help but laugh out loud, but they didn't understand the reason for the sudden increase in pilgrims.
Washing the mirror was somewhat aware of it.
Reciting the Buddha's name does not necessarily have to be in front of the Buddha statue, so I washed the mirror and took the sword into the inner room, and no longer showed my face in the main hall.
The number of pilgrims gradually dwindled until they saw the mirror-washing monk.
Only then did the monks in the temple understand what was going on.
"Abbott, why not go outside to the main hall to recite Buddha's name?"
Wash the mirror and ignore them.
"Abbott, there is a donor outside who is asking about you and wants to see you."
The mirror-washer just ignored it.
"Abbott, you have to go out. The general is here and he wants to see you!"
Xi Jing raised his head and squinted his eyes in confusion: "Tongshi?"
"If you don't go out, this temple may not be safe!" the monk said in a panic.
"Why did Tongshi come to me?" Xi Jing lowered his head and asked, as if he was asking about the sword.
"Don't ask, just go out!"
Tongtong is a very scary person.
Since the Jin conquered the Liao Kingdom three years ago, they have set up "tongshi" (tongshi) in every important place where the Han people live, with people who are proficient in both Chinese and Jin languages. The purpose is to serve as a link between the Jin rulers and the Han people. Interpreter.
Since the Jin rulers were not proficient in Chinese and listened to Tongshi, Tongshi became the real handler of all Han affairs, the person who should not be offended.
Seventeen years ago, after Yang Tieli broke up with Yun Kong, he wanted to become a monk, but found that it was not easy to become a monk in the Song Dynasty. The monk's certificate (license) could actually have a price, and it was even sold at a high price. No one who really wants to leave home can afford it.
After Yang Tou Tie Li thought deeply, he thought that his reputation was still too prominent in the Central Plains, so he traveled north all the way, and by chance, crossed the northern border and settled in the land of the Liao people.
The Liao State tried its best to learn Chinese culture and also believed in Buddhism. Yang Tou Tie Li settled in Nanjing, which was adjacent to the Song Dynasty and on the lower reaches of the Yellow River. After the Jin people occupied the place and made it the capital, it was renamed Zhongdu. Since it was called Yanzhou in ancient times, it was also called Yanjing, which is today's Beijing.
Monk Xijing lived in Yanjing, and the "left behind" in Yanjing was Nichuch, a golden man with high military exploits. "Xu Zi Zhi Tong Jian" said that he "did not understand civil affairs", so Yan Jing was a general More able to do whatever you want.
Even if the mirror washer is a monk, he will not understand these things.
So he exhaled helplessly, put the sword away, and then went out to meet the guests.
There was an idler beside Tongshi who was looking at him proudly with his chin raised.
The body of the mirror-washer was thin, but very steady. He slowly walked out of the hall, half-closed his eyes, and looked through the gaps in his eyes.
As soon as he saw this general attitude, Xi Jing understood in his heart.
This general has a sour sword aura about him. Only one kind of person has this kind of aura. He has seen many such people before.
