It should be noted that when he was young, he had great ambitions and was once considered to be the best in the world.
Life is easy to come to an end, and everything in the world is unpredictable and bad.
Suffering, sadness, separation, many autumns in the world.
The spiritual light falls under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and today I know who I am.
Mr. Shen laughed loudly, clapped his hands and said, "I'm awake. It's me Shen Bao. I'm Shen Bao."
Everyone tutted and said in unison: "If you are not Shen Bao, who else could you be?"
Although the Baochang has no official status, he is regarded as an official. He travels among government agencies all year round. Compared with ordinary people, he has a little more knowledge and horizons.
Seeing that Shen Gongbao's eyes were clear and lively, and he was living up to his dementia, the security guard thought of many bizarre case files and couldn't help asking: "Master Shen had a great enlightenment between life and death, and was cured of his madness."
When people are under extreme fear, they will be extremely afraid for a while. However, a small number of people have minds that are different from ordinary people and are stimulated to embark on the path of perversion.
Mr. Shen himself is a lunatic, but now he is a pervert. It can be said that he is a negative and a positive.
"Yes, yes." Shen Gongbao chuckled, patted the dirt and dust on his body, and cupped his hands towards the security chief, Jia Chang, and the neighbors, and said sincerely: "Thanks to your care over the years, I have not starved to death on the streets. Thank you very much. ”
A neighbor laughed and said, "Animals know how to repay kindness. If we, the old lady Shen, do not think about repaying the kindness we receive, we are not even as good as animals."
"Old Madam, my kindness has been repaid, but your kindness has not yet been understood."
Shen Gongbao looked at the guardian and said, "I have no parents, no heirs, the world is empty, and this house is useless, so I will give it to the neighbors."
"It is up to the Baochang to decide whether to renovate the school or build a medical center."
The security chief was stunned for a moment, and everyone was talking about it. Some persuaded Shen Bao to stay, some thanked Shen Bao for the gift, and some accused Shen Bao of being unfilial. Now that he is awake, he should marry a wife and have children to continue his incense.
Shen Gongbao looked indifferent. He could give up the wealth and wealth of the Yin and Shang Dynasties and go to Kunlun to seek enlightenment, so why would he care about a house.
"I am not an emperor, but my family has a successor to the throne. Even if I am a prince or general, my country will eventually be destroyed and my family will be destroyed."
"If you are willing, erect a stone statue of the old man in front of the courtyard, which will also be a source of endless incense."
Shen Gongbao shook his head, strode forward, and sighed: "If you hold on to it and make it full, it will not be as good as before; if you hold it and sharpen it, you will not be able to keep it for a long time. If the house is full of gold and jade, no one can guard it; if you are rich and arrogant, you will bear the consequences. Successful achievement Retreating is the way of heaven."
Everyone couldn't understand it, they could only pass by scholars who knew how to read and write, and understood the principles of sages. They were just watching for fun and joining in the fun, but when they heard this sentence, they were suddenly shocked.
"Small words mean great things, moral words!"
A passing scholar murmured: "Could it be that the sage attained enlightenment under the sweet-scented osmanthus? Like Sakyamuni who attained enlightenment under the bodhi tree."
When he looked up again, the scholar found that the wind was blowing under Shen Gongbao's feet, as if he had shrunk to the ground. He could only look up to his neck and back in the blink of an eye, and was about to disappear at the end of the road.
"Daxian, please stay!"
The scholar shouted loudly and hurriedly chased after him, only to find that his pace was slow and he was carrying a heavy book box. There were books from sages, several copper coins, imperial examination papers, and white-faced steamed buns.
"Old man, please keep your things here first!"
In the flash of lightning, the scholar's thoughts turned over and over again, and finally he cut them off one by one, handed the box and cage to the chief, and then stalked after him.
He had a premonition that if he chased the wrong person and lost something, he would regret it for a few years, but if he didn't chase him, he would regret it for the rest of his life!
The security guard looked at the scholar's figure, looked at the book box in his hand, and suddenly said in shock: "Can this crazy disease be contagious?"
After looking around, the warden hesitated for a moment and chose to leave the book box and keep it for himself. As for the handling of the Shen Family Courtyard, it was handed over to the Yamen.
Baochang has not read books and does not know the principle that only names and implements can not be faked.
However, he knew that he was not even a squire, and he was not qualified to make decisions on such matters that would benefit the people.
Ten households are one Jia, and ten Jia are one Bao. The Bao Chang is like a village chief. He is not even from the ninth rank. He is not qualified to meet the seventh-rank county magistrate. Instead, he goes to meet the eighth-rank county magistrate.
The county magistrate of flowing water, the county magistrate of iron and steel, the magistrate of Lihua County is from a local wealthy family, deeply rooted, represents the local area, and sometimes speaks more usefully than the county magistrate appointed by the imperial court.
“Build schools, build hospitals.”
The county magistrate whispered, not paying much attention to this kind of thing, but he was interested in the bizarre Shen Gongbao. He couldn't help but ask the Bao Zhang: "Then the Shen family, have you come into contact with nuns, Taoist priests and the like recently?"
The security chief just shook his head and didn't know what to ask. He said helplessly: "Sir, who would care about a fool if they have nothing to do?"
"That's all." The county magistrate who didn't get the answer he longed for sighed and waved his hand half-heartedly.
"What about the medical center..." the security chief asked cautiously. He hoped to build a medical center because his mother was often ill at home. It would also be a good thing to have a medical center nearby.
"Smart doctors are hard to find. Scholars are seeking official positions. Who studies medicine these days?"
The county magistrate sneered and said: "Besides, there is a county official here. He is a serious scholar. If he wants to be promoted, he must have political achievements."
"Building a school can be regarded as educating the people. It can be mentioned in the evaluation. The medical center only benefits the village, so it has nothing to do with it."
Sure enough, the Baochang met with the county magistrate along with the county magistrate, and the Liyuan County Magistrate made a decisive decision to turn the Shen Family Courtyard into a school.
"Then where is the Shen family?"
Having achieved a political achievement out of thin air, the county magistrate seemed to be in a good mood and wanted to show his style as a great master of Qingtian and meet the people.
The security guard smiled bitterly and explained the whole story.
The county magistrate's expression darkened immediately, and he snorted coldly: "The country is in unrest, evildoers are everywhere, the government is weak, and Buddhism and Taoism are in trouble!"
"Heaven sees me and the people see me, God listens to me and the people listen."
"If at the time of Taizu, the world was flattened, and all the people were united, and an imperial decree demolished the ghosts and gods, and the dragon's energy imprisoned all laws, the true king Arhat would be defeated in the mortal world."
"How can there be such a weird thing?"
The county magistrate and the security chief laughed together, but they didn't take it seriously.
Two hundred years after the founding of Dazhen, the rule of law was lax, just like a big tree that looks perfect but is actually already rotten inside.
After all, it was the evildoers who caused the disaster, and Buddhism and Taoism stole the luck to practice, causing the dragon spirit of the country to decline.
Or Dazhen lost control of the place, lacked luck, and the dragon energy was unable to suppress all laws, causing demons and ghosts to rear their heads.
No one can tell the difference.
The green mountain building outside the mountain, the misty rain and hazy clouds break the mountain
One walked, the other chased, wandering out of the county town, heading towards Yunduan Mountain in the southeast. However, the mountains were foggy and drizzle started, making the road muddy.
The enlightened others and I have not stepped into the threshold of spiritual practice. After all, they are still mortal bodies and cannot make rapid progress.
As Shen Gongbao walks, he stirs up the essence, breathes in the essence, senses the essence, and tries to leverage the inspiration of heaven and earth, which is otherworldly.
But he discovered that the aura between heaven and earth was not absent, but extremely heavy and full of inertia.
As if suppressed by some force, unable to raise his head.
