The faint fragrance filled the entire dormitory.
Linhuang, who was half lying on the couch, had not dressed up, and his long hair was like a waterfall, hanging down. She was languid and her eyes were blurry. She took a sip from the cigarette rod in her hand and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"You've been working very hard these past few days..." Linhuang looked at Chen Luo, who was kneeling opposite him, and said calmly, with no emotion or anger in his voice.
"Returning to the great uncle, for the sake of the world and the common people, and for the welfare of both worlds, a little hard work as a disciple is nothing." Chen Luo replied quickly, while his mind was racing.
You didn't do anything extraordinary, right?
Half an hour ago, he was eating hot pot and singing songs in the palace when Shangguan Wan'er suddenly appeared in front of him and said that he was summoned by His Majesty.
As a result, I waited in this hall for half an hour, and the uncle arrived late.
It’s okay for the juniors to wait for the elders. The key is——
There was no one to pour me a glass of water, let alone the pastries prepared the last time I came here!
There wasn't even a seat, just a kneeling cushion.
People, you have to be discerning!
This kind of thing does not need to be ordered by the uncle, the palace servants should arrange it.
There is only one possibility!
The great uncle specially ordered: Leave him alone!
In other words, why did I make my uncle unhappy?
Is it because of the fragmentation?
Impossible. What kind of pattern is Master Bo's like? Can it be like those ordinary people in the world?
What else could there be?
I didn’t hook up with Wen Feiqing either!
Could it be that the matter of secretly dumping Mingliu and Tulong came to light?
Chen Luo secretly raised his head and glanced at the uncle, only to see that the uncle was still expressionless, and he felt even more nervous.
An epic sense of oppression from the Great Emperor!
Fortunately, this atmosphere did not last long. After Linhuang exhaled smoke again, he said: "Really?"
"You left the affairs of the Eighteen Hells and the Yin Lu Division to Zhong Kui and Cui Shanque... What were you doing during this time?"
Chen Luo was stunned and muttered: "This...disciple is...is..."
"Are you being naughty?" Emperor Lin snorted coldly, waved his hand, and a pile of memorials suddenly fell in front of Chen Luo.
"Take a good look, they are all played by you!"
Chen Luo looked confused, picked up a memorial, and took a closer look: Huh? Isn’t this from King Xuanjing?
Old guy, backstab me!
Chen Luo opened the memorial and saw that the writing on it was full of dragons and snakes, and he wrote: "My emperor has learned a lesson. Since King Fengdu opened the underworld, he has set high salary standards and promised to set a year-end bonus and enjoy sixteen salary benefits."
"Public employees are entitled to two months of paid leave per year."
"According to different positions, you will be responsible for 60% of the needs for practice, and the Yinlu Department will be responsible for 40%! If there is a work-related injury, the Yinlu Department will be responsible for the treatment."
"The promotion path is clear, and there are separate sequences for judge, seduction, and arrest."
"Every month, there are ghosts of rank three or above explaining the key to the path of cultivation for subordinates!"
"All of these are not enough!"
"Xuanjing Si's people's hearts are floating, and their hearts are yearning for it. The old ministers are looking at it in the mirror, and most of the ghosts want to surrender to the king of Fengdu."
"Ugh! It's not because the old minister is powerless, but it's because King Fengdu is unreasonable!"
"Therefore, the old minister boldly made a suggestion - please ask King Fengdu to incorporate the Xuanjing Division. The old minister is willing to assist King Fengdu to build the underworld!"
Chen Luo: (||?Д?)
The twist in this last sentence is a bit abrupt.
You've already drawn your 40-meter-long sword, and why do you say you're an ally?
"This... hehe... King Xuanjing is really good at joking." Chen Luo scratched his head and said with some embarrassment.
Emperor Lin rolled his eyes at Chen Luo: "Of the 16 yamen in Dafeng, 13 made this joke with me!"
Chen Luo: (*???)
No. Fuck me like this?
It's really blocked.
That is to say, if it were him, if it were anyone else, and such a situation occurred, he would be wearing the hat of someone with evil intentions.
But Chen Luo understands, and Emperor Lin also understands that most of the people here are just seeing Lin Emperor's favor for Chen Luo, and are just showing their support.
After all, Chen Luo has a Yang body and cannot stay in the Netherworld for long.
Chen Luo looked at Linhuang again, and Linhuang glared at him angrily, and said lightly: "Tell me, how to solve it?"
"Disciple, please go back and revise the welfare policy." Chen Luo sighed, "On the surface, the treatment is the same as that of Dafeng. If there is anything extra, it will be treated as a reward from the Fengdu Palace."
Emperor Lin's expression softened a little. Seeing Chen Luo's lack of energy, he hesitated and said, "After the two realms are accomplished, I will naturally become the incarnation of the Great Dao, and I will not be able to take care of worldly affairs!"
"Even if the underworld is completely established, Dafeng will still have value for existence."
"Netherworld ghosts are infinite in number and cannot be reincarnated in time. They need to stay in the underworld for a while. This Dafeng is prepared for these ghosts to prevent reincarnation from being too stressful or impacting the human world."
"Your focus should be on earth, not in heaven!"
"As for the person who will be in charge of Netherworld at that time, don't you still have ten palaces in Netherworld Palace?"
"I intend for you to choose ten Hades to jointly manage the affairs of the underworld."
Chen Luo was stunned when he heard this and looked at Emperor Lin. Has the authority of the Ten Palaces of Yama been arranged?
Just as Chen Luo was about to speak, Linhuang waved his hand: "But it's too early to say this now. The great road has not yet been completed, and the White Lotus Blood Sea is still there. Let's discuss it again in the future when we have the opportunity."
"Yes, I will obey my uncle's instructions." Chen Luo nodded, and then he planned to stand up and leave. Unexpectedly, Emperor Lin frowned when he saw his actions: "Who told you to stand up? Kneel down!"
Chen Luo was stunned: Isn't the matter finished?
Although he was murmuring in his heart, his body still knelt down again obediently.
At this time, Chen Luo heard Emperor Lin's next instruction: "I have something to ask you..."
Chen Luo: (′｀;)?
Master uncle, you asked me to do something, and you still asked me to kneel down?
"Uncle, what's the matter?" Chen Luo asked.
Linhuang knocked on the cigarette rod and said, "Come out!"
As he finished speaking, a figure emerged from nowhere. It turned out to be a monk wearing cassocks.
With a smile on his face, the monk first bowed to Emperor Lin and recited: "I have met Your Majesty."
Then, he turned sideways, looked at Chen Luo who was kneeling on the ground, and saluted: "I have met King Fengdu!"
Chen Luo looked at the monk and frowned slightly.
In the other party, he felt the aura of Buddhism in the Western Region. He looked at Linhuang again, and Linhuang said: "This is Master Yixiu. He was formerly the Jinwu Guard in front of the palace. He left Daxuan in anger under the pretext of a wrongful case and joined the Buddhist sect of the Western Regions."
Chen Luo's eyes lit up: This is an undercover agent!
Yixiu shook his head slightly: "It's a pity that Yixiu has a shallow background. He has not made any great achievements in so many years, and he has failed to live up to His Majesty's high expectations."
"My dear, there is no need to be modest." Emperor Lin waved his hand, with a rare hint of pride on his face, pointed at Chen Luo, and said to Monk Yixiu, "This boy is known as the Poet Chasing Li Qinglian in the world. If you have any requests from him, just ask him. !”
"If he can't write it, I'll teach him a lesson!"
Chen Luo looked confused: What do you mean?
What does it have to do with me?
The monk Yixiu smiled faintly and no longer stood talking to Chen Luo. Instead, he waved his sleeves, knelt down opposite Chen Luo and said, "King Fengdu, please listen to what this poor monk has to say."
"The poor monk managed to reach the second level in the White Lotus Pure Land, and got the title of Bodhisattva. But after all, it was Daxuan who defected, so he was not reused and was excluded from the periphery. Many things could not be truly effective. Hands-on news.”
"A few days ago, Dilisha, the goddess of the White Lotus Pure Land, achieved the Five Decline Realm."
"Dilisa's father is a great Buddhist Bodhisattva, whose real name cannot be revealed. I want to take the opportunity to cling to Dilisha and get closer to the core circle of the White Lotus Pure Land."
"Dilisa became very interested in poems and songs when she traveled to Daxuan in her early years. After she returned to the Western Regions, she also collected a lot of poems and songs."
"The poor monk wanted to write a poem to help, but his talent was limited. He happened to be back in Dafeng to deal with some matters, so he thought of hiring someone to catch him."
After hearing this, Chen Luo was a little puzzled: "But if you can catch a knife once, won't the secret be exposed in the long run?"
Yixiu shook his head and said: "Three or five ordinary poems, I think there is no problem. The key is to submit the works, they must be high-quality, and they can impress Di Lisa instantly."
At this point, Linhuang added: "The people in Dafeng who are good at poems and songs are like the Qing who has crossed the river."
"Wen Feiqing, Li Yishan, Du Muzhi...these are great literary masters, and their poems have been sung through the ages."
"But...it doesn't meet Yixiu's requirements."
Chen Luo was shocked: Neither Xiao Li Du nor Wen Tingyun met the requirements?
Seeing Chen Luo's expression, Yixiu quickly explained: "It's not that Wang Jia's poems are not good, the main reason is that they are not suitable!"
"Although the White Lotus Pure Land is a fake Buddha, it also contains some Buddhist ideas."
"You still need a little bit of Buddhist charm to be sure."
Emperor Lin took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Speaking of which, if Wang Mojie followed me to the underworld, his poems would be the best choice. It's a pity that he was canonized earlier and entered the temple."
"The Bodhisattva in the Five Decline Realm of the White Lotus Evil Land is not worthy of having the Poetry Buddha write specifically for her."
"I see that your "Journey to the West" is very well written, and you should also have experience in grasping Buddhist rhymes!"
"Then write a song for Yixiu to take back."
Chen Luo looked strange.
It seemed like he was insulted, but it seemed like he wasn't.
Chen Luo's mind was racing, he looked at Monk Yixiu and asked, "Does Di Lisa have any preferences?"
Monk Yixiu pondered for a moment and said: "Marriage and love are not allowed in the White Lotus Pure Land, but if you practice deeply, you must also prevent the invasion of inner demons."
"Dilisa fell in love with a disciple of his father's family in her early years. For the sake of Dilitha's future, his father killed the disciple and brought him into his Buddhist kingdom."
"Since then, Dilisha has tried to snatch the disciple's soul more than once. In the end, her father was so angry that he directly dispersed the disciple's aura. For this reason, Dilisha publicly announced that she had severed ties with her father."
Chen Luo nodded, flipped his wrist, and a pen and paper appeared.
"Can you write now?" Emperor Lin was also a little surprised.
"Yes." Chen Luo nodded, "Does it take a long time to think about a poem with Buddhist rhyme?"
"This is not just a matter of having hands!"
Although there was a smile on Linhuang's lips, his tone was still cold and he said: "Then you write it down and try it. If you lie, let's see how I punish you!"
Chen Luo nodded with a smile and put down his pen.
Just kidding, can there be any problems with the poems written by the Love Monk and the Living Buddha?
"But we know each other once we have seen each other. It is better to see each other than not."
"An De and you must be resolved, and you will not have to worry about life and death."
After writing the last word, Chen Luo handed the paper to Yixiu.
Yixiu looked at the poem on the paper in surprise, and his calm expression suddenly changed to something brilliant. He looked at the paper, then at Chen Luo, and finally, with a thousand words in his mouth, he just stood up, bowed deeply, and said: "The Great Talent of Fengdu King!"
"As soon as this article comes out, if Yikyu can't succeed, it will be Yikyu's fault."
Before Chen Luo could speak, Emperor Lin reached out and took the manuscript over and said, "You should remember it."
After saying that, he looked at Chen Luo again: "How come you are so good at writing love poems at such a young age?"
"Use your mind more on the right things and less on romantic matters."
But after saying that, Linhuang looked at the manuscript in his hand and frowned.
"Why don't you write another one, be more perfunctory and of a lower standard?"
"The five realms of decline of the false Buddha are not worthy of this poem!"
…
After handling Emperor Lin's exam, Chen Luo returned to Fengdu Palace.
From the subsequent conversation between Linhuang and Monk Yixiu, Chen Luo also learned that the White Lotus Pure Land seemed to have noticed the progress of Linhuang's road to life and death, and was currently planning some action to interfere with Linhuang's progress.
Monk Yixiu was so anxious to contact Di Lisa because he wanted to get some information about the White Lotus Pure Land project.
The situation seemed to suddenly become serious.
Returning to the palace, Chen Luo's heartstrings, which had been slightly relaxed in the past few days, tightened again.
In the Hades War, his contribution was very limited, but from another level, he could still play a strategic role.
That is - "Journey to the West"!
Chen Luo deliberately suppressed the update speed because he had not thought about how he and Bai Mo would deal with "Xuan Zang receives Wukong at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain".
But for now, let’s write it first and then talk about it!
The ancients said: There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. If there is no road, let's make a road.
Can a living person be choked to death by urinating?
Chen Luo immediately lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and moved his soul across the two realms...
…
Human world, Daxuan, Hanzhou.
Bai'an City.
A cloud covered the bright sun, forming a huge shadow that happened to hang over the Bai'an City Government Office.
Outside the Bai'an City Government Office, an old couple held the papers high in their hands and knelt on the ground. Their hoarse voices could barely make a sound, and their pupils that had shed tears showed deep despair.
Their daughter was brutally murdered!
But they couldn't get justice.
"It's pitiful..." Not far away, several tea-drinking guests sighed. Just as they were about to say a few words, they saw officials in official robes coming out of the yamen, and they immediately shut up.
Under official tactics, any voice discussing politics will be noticed by the official seal.
The blue official robe is a sixth-grade robe. It is the head of the government office in Bai'an City. He is a sixth-grade official named Song Zhang.
Seeing Song Zhang come out, the old couple kneeling outside the government office immediately knelt forward and kowtowed in front of Song Zhang.
"Two old men, get up..." Song Zhang reached out to help him, but the old couple refused to do so.
Song Zhang let out a long sigh: "Oh... you two, this case has been closed."
"Sir, it's not knotted!" The old man struggled and roared in a hoarse voice, "My daughter is not a slave of the Chen family, she is just doing things for Mrs. Chen."
"Chen Mouzhi wanted to insult my daughter. My daughter resisted, but he beat her to death! This is the conclusion reached by your government!"
"Now that the murderer is still at large in the city, how can this lawsuit be settled?"
At this time, the staff beside Song Zhang frowned: "Didn't the Chen family pay your family six hundred taels of silver?"
"We don't want that money!" At this time, the old woman also cried, "Can six hundred taels of silver buy my daughter's life? We want to kill someone to pay for it!"
Song Zhang had a look of helplessness on his face, and the staff member also sighed: "Brother, sister-in-law, please don't embarrass me."
"As for the Chen family, there were semi-saints in their ancestors. Although they have become saints and have fallen out of the ranks of the saints, they are still an aristocratic family."
"The punishment cannot punish the noble family, and the law does not punish the holy clan!"
"That six hundred taels is what my family has already worked hard for for you to come here for."
The old man shook his head: "I don't understand what punishments or laws are. The old man only knows that murder must be repaid with life, and debts must be repaid with money."
"You are the officials, you have to make the decision for us and give us justice!"
"Otherwise, we and I will kneel and die in front of this yamen today!"
When Song Zhang heard this, he also had a headache and rubbed his eyebrows. He wanted to persuade him, but he saw several government officials coming quickly, and one of them had a seriously injured person tied behind him.
Song Zhang frowned. At this time, the government servants had already arrived in front of Song Zhang. They all got off their horses and untied the wounded on their backs. The injured man was dressed in official clothes and was an official from the bias office.
"What's the matter?" Song Zhang asked as he stepped forward to check on the official's injuries.
"Come back to your lord!" said a government official, "Sir Li in the branch was determined to capture Chen Mouzhi. He broke into the Chen Mansion alone and was beaten like this by the Chen family!"
Song Zhang immediately took out the official seal, used his luck to stabilize the opponent's injuries, and looked at the police officers angrily, "Alone? What are you doing?"
The officer looked troubled: "Sir, that's the Chen Mansion... we... how dare we go in!"
Song Zhang pointed at everyone angrily and said, "Master Li is a hero who was transferred from the barbarian front line. Why don't you stop him! You... you... alas!"
At this moment, the injured Master Li groaned, spit out a mouthful of blood, and slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Song Zhang, then at the kneeling old couple, and murmured: "Hug... I'm sorry. …”
The old couple looked at Mr. Li, who was covered in wounds everywhere. The last glimmer of hope in their eyes quickly dimmed. The old woman glanced at the dark clouds in the sky and suddenly shouted: "Oh my god, open your eyes -"
Shouting, the old woman suddenly hit the stone tablet on the side...
The incident happened suddenly. Song Zhang used his official skills to stop it, but was a step too late. Just when everyone thought that another tragedy was about to happen, suddenly they heard an "Ouch" sound, and the stone tablet appeared before they knew it. An old man with a scholarly appearance, and an old woman bumped into each other.
The old scholar took two steps back, looked at the old woman, rubbed the chest that was hit, and said, "Sister, where did you hit it?"
Only then did everyone react, and the old man quickly stepped forward and grabbed the old woman, and hurriedly thanked the old scholar. But Song Zhang's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked up to the old scholar, bowed respectfully, and said, "I wonder if that senior is here?"
The old scholar rolled his eyes at Song Zhang and ignored him. Instead, he walked straight to the injured Master Li, stretched out his hand, and a green gas was injected into Master Li's body. In an instant, Master Li's body seemed to have returned to the earth in spring. Visibly healed.
Immediately afterwards, the old scholar stretched out his hand, and the old couple's papers were caught in his hands. The old scholar took a look at it and said, "Do you want justice from God?"
"Why don't you buy justice from me, for a penny, or not?"
The old couple were stunned for a moment, and the old man quickly took out a few pennies from his arms and handed them to the old scholar: "Buy, buy, buy!"
The old scholar reached out and picked up a copper coin and nodded: "Okay, it's fair, I'll take it!"
After saying that, the old scholar walked towards the Chen Mansion. Song Zhang frowned and shouted: "Old sir, the Chen Mansion is a noble family!"
"Aristocratic family, forget it!" The old scholar waved his hand and kept walking. Song Zhang hesitated for a moment, reached out and took off the black gauze hat on his head, and shouted: "Old sir, let's go together!"
…
Not long after, the old scholar appeared in front of a magnificent mansion. Behind him were Song Zhang and a group of government officials.
At this time, there were two servants at the door of the mansion. They looked at the crowd and frowned. They naturally knew Song Zhang. They saluted and said, "Master Song, what do you mean?"
When Song Zhang was about to answer, the old scholar raised his hand to stop Song Zhang, and lightly stamped his foot. Suddenly, a vast and boundless aura of righteousness rose into the sky, quickly spread, and enveloped the entire mansion.
At this time, a voice sounded in the Chen Mansion: "I don't know which great scholar is coming, but Chen is not far away to welcome him!"
"Open the middle door and welcome our distinguished guests!"
"No need!" The old scholar yawned, "I made a deal and sold it fairly. Come and pick up the goods!"
"This thing is in one of your little beasts!"
As he spoke, the old scholar stamped his feet again, and saw a figure in Chen's mansion being picked up by an invisible force and flying towards the door.
"Father, Grandpa, help!" The arrested man was in disheveled clothes and had no idea what he was doing when he was arrested. His hands and feet were swinging wildly in the air, his face turned pale with fright, and he shouted in the air.
"Chen Mouzhi!" The old couple knew at a glance that it was their daughter's murderer.
"Brother, please respect yourself!" The majestic voice just now sounded again, "This is the direct descendant of my family. I, the Chen family, are..."
"Aristocratic family, right? I know, I know!" The old scholar took out his ears and looked at Song Zhang, "Young official, please verify your identity..."
Seeing the old scholar's understatement, Song Zhang suddenly felt confident in his heart and nodded: "It's the murderer, Chen Mouzhi!"
"That's good!" The old scholar raised his hand and said calmly, "Justice has come!"
As he said that, the old scholar pointed at Chen Mouzhi and made a light stroke.
"How dare you, old man!" A roar came from Chen's residence, and a huge force spurted out, heading straight for the old scholar.
But the old scholar raised his other hand and pressed it down suddenly, and heard bursts of muffled sounds coming from the Chen Mansion.
On the other side, as the old scholar's fingers drew an arc, a line of blood appeared on Chen Mouzhi's neck, and the next moment, a big head fell off!
"Presumptuous!" The voice in Chen's mansion sounded again, his tone full of suppressed anger, "Your Excellency, you think you are in the realm of seeking, so you can do whatever you want?"
"My Chen family is an aristocratic family, and our ancestors have produced semi-saints. Do you dare to leave your name? I, the Chen family, and you and your family will never give up!"
The old scholar clapped his hands, glanced at the Chen Mansion, and said calmly: "I am from the Confucius family!"
"Kong Yingda!"
"Welcome to seek justice!"
As soon as these words came out, heaven and earth fell silent for an instant.
At this moment, in the sky, a ray of green light shot from a distance. The great scholar who called himself Kong Yingda stretched out his hand to grab the green light, felt it slightly, frowned and said to himself - "The tide of blood, the luck of being a saint, let me also Want to try it?"
"Forget it, we won't rob within the human race. If there is a chance, we will rob the demon clan..."
After saying that, Kong Yingda looked at the quiet Chen Mansion again and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm standing here, waiting for you to call someone!"
…
Square inch mountain.
Chen Luo's wooden body slowly woke up...
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
There is a poem by Tsangyang Gyatso in the article
However, this poem is written in Tibetan, and the literal translation is -
First, it is best not to discover it, lest you become obsessed with it.
Secondly, it is best not to be familiar with it, so as not to suffer in the future.
The Qijue version we are seeing now is the translation work of the translator Mr. Zeng Mian.
I want more people to know this.
In addition, in the original version of the old man's poem, the last sentence is "No need to teach hard work to miss lovesickness", but combined with the meaning of the text, I think in my writing method, it is more appropriate to use the popular "No need to teach life and death to miss lovesickness".
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