Yanhuiguan is an isolated city, located between Beimang and Liyang. The ownership is unclear. The father does not love the mother and the two dynasties have a tacit agreement not to send officials to the station. Trade exchanges and exchanges of what is needed have become a prosperous place. Metropolis. The two dynasties went to war, and the people were scattered in all directions. When the fighting ceases and the flames of war are extinguished, it is common practice to regroup in the city.
As the border between the two countries, the people are naturally fierce and thieves are rampant.
Previously, there was a world-famous writer in Liyang who took a book boy to visit the border. He wanted to write a magnificent and desolate frontier poem. However, within half a month, someone took his severed finger and demanded a huge ransom from his family.
The atmosphere here is very open, and women show up one after another, wearing cool clothes. Due to different eating habits, they are growing extremely well, and their undulating, trembling, and crumbling shapes are an eye-catching sight.
Yu Liancheng came to a tea stall and sat down. The water was simple well water, and the tea was the dregs of the cheapest tea. However, a bowl of tea cost half a pound, which was ridiculously expensive.
Then I thought about it, no matter whether the tea is good or bad, you can travel thousands of miles from Jiangnan or Xishu to the Ancient Tea Horse Road to transport the geese back to the customs. Even if it is tea residue that cannot be eaten, it cannot be cheap.
At this moment, a poor old monk also broke into the city.
This monk immediately attracted a lot of attention. After all, Beimang destroyed the Buddha and countless monks fled to Beiliang.
The princess of Beiliang who died young believed in Buddhism, and the whole of Beiliang was very friendly to Buddhism. With her bald status, it was more than enough to live in a comfortable life.
Only monks went to Beiliang, but very few went to Beimang from Beiliang.
Fortunately, this border does not belong to Beimang, otherwise someone would have arrested the old bald donkey and brought him to the officials to ask for reward.
The old monk had chapped lips and wanted to beg for a bowl of tea. However, after the boss mentioned the price, the monk suddenly looked bitter and touched the copper plate in his pocket. It was probably only enough for two bowls of tea.
But his trip is a long way, and if he spends his money here, it will be difficult to leave later.
"Master, please sit here and I'll treat you to a pot of tea."
Yu Liancheng waved to the monk, and then laughed and said: "I used to invite people to drink, but this is the first time I invite people to drink tea."
"Amitabha, this old monk would like to thank this young master very much." The old monk put his hands together, looked kindly, sat down, and introduced himself.
"I went from the two Zen temples in the south to the Qilin Temple in the north, and I talked to an old Taoist friend. But we have been talking to each other for decades, and no one can talk to each other. I think this time it is probably a chicken-and-duck talk."
"Liangchan Temple? Dare I ask, who is the eminent monk Uncle Long?" Yu Liancheng raised his eyebrows, his eyes blazing.
"Young Master has a keen eye, but the eminent monks dare not. The old monk's name is Nagarjuna." The old monk took a sip of tea and showed a satisfied look.
"Are you really Monk Nagarjuna?" Yu Liancheng asked again.
"It's the Nagarjuna monk that the young master has in mind." The old monk chuckled, looking at the dusty man, without any aura of superiority.
But Yulian City became solemn.
The man in front of me also has many titles.
Monk Nagarjuna, the first of the Thirteen Armors of Spring and Autumn Period. The presiding officer of Liangchan Temple, a Buddhist saint and the master of white-robed Li Dangxin, only reads the Diamond Sutra and achieves the invincibility of the Vajra.
Yu Liancheng always respected the Buddhists, so he immediately rolled up his sleeves and showed his fists as big as sandbags: "I'm just telling you why the Qi and blood are so strong. It can't be an unknown person. I have long wanted to fight against Buddhist masters and see the golden body of Buddhism. , a true invincible King Kong. Take action, you give me three moves."
The old monk hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Mr. Murong is joking, Mr. Murong is joking. Everyone knows that Murong is invincible, the best in martial arts, and unparalleled in the world. This poor monk cannot bear to tear down his old bones."
Yu Liancheng didn't care that Monk Nagarjuna saw his identity. He pulled up Monk Nagarjuna's sleeve and said, "No, you have to fight me no matter what you say today."
Monk Nagarjuna said with a grimace: "Do you really want to fight?"
Yu Liancheng nodded and said: "If we really want to fight, I want to see whether the Buddhist Vajra is more powerful or my body is more powerful."
Among the four realms of the first level, the entry point of Buddhism is Vajra, which is invincible. As for Monk Nagarjuna's disciple, Li Dangxin in white is the number one person in the Vajra Realm. He is in the same rank as Deng Tai'a, who is number one in Zhixuan, and Cao Guanzi, who is number one in celestial phenomena. The apprentice is so powerful, so naturally the master cannot be that weak.
Monk Nagarjuna clasped his hands together, frowned, and immediately felt a great energy: "Okay, in this case, the poor monk will admit defeat on the spot."
"Huh?" Yu Liancheng was startled.
Monk Nagarjuna's face immediately dropped: "Young Master Murong is the best in the world, and this old monk like me has to go to Qilin to watch. If Master Murong really wants to take action, the old monk can only kneel down and beg you on the spot. Don't hit me, don't hit me in the face, otherwise you won't be able to see anyone. Okay, the old monk has finished, let me take action."
After saying that, he covered his bald head, looking like he was ready to be beaten and scolded.
Yu Liancheng helplessly held his forehead and sat down again: "Monk, you win. Are you going to Beimang to destroy the Buddha?"
The old monk dug his head out again and smiled slightly: "The old monk did not go here to influence Emperor Beimang, he just wanted to help the world realize the Buddha's heart."
Another lament: "The Buddha is in my heart. Beimang wants to destroy the Buddha. There will be no temples, no incense, no Buddhist scriptures, no believers... In my opinion, it will all work. But if hundreds of thousands of monks are lost, Buddha's heart, without faith, is not very effective. There must always be something in a person's heart, otherwise it will be empty and uncomfortable."
"So tell all the monks in Beimang that there are still Buddhas in this world, and what they insist on is not meaningless." Yu Liancheng glanced at the old monk wearing cassocks.
Monk Nagarjuna smiled slightly and said, "I just listen to fate and do my best."
Yu Liancheng started talking with this well-deserved Buddhist saint, all related to the destruction of Buddha in Beimang.
Not long after, Monk Nagarjuna stood up, smiled, and saluted: "Old monk, it's time to go. My master's cultivation can be called a saint or god. He just hopes to kill less and do more good deeds. There is great righteousness in heaven and earth. If you practice one way, Although murderous intent is not excluded, it is just mixed with hostility and resentment, which is ultimately mixed and can easily lead astray."
Yu Liancheng put down the tea cup, shook his head and said, "It turns out that the old monk came here just to say something like this. It's really boring."
I'm afraid that this monk just saw the corpse on the road and entered this small town just to send this cliché nonsense to Yulian City.
"Whether you listen or not depends on the young master, and whether you speak or not depends on the old monk."
Monk Nagarjuna smiled slightly: "Young master invites me to drink tea, the old monk should express his gratitude."
With a slight stroke of his finger on his wrist, golden blood fell into the teacup, shining brightly.
"Old monk is leaving. May your master's martial arts flourish."
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