Sealing Sword

Duanya Daoist Ji Qingyan is a strange man.

Compared with Poyun Sword Master's shocking ferocity of a sword, the astonishment of each of the successors of the Three Swords, and the talent of Confucianism in the South and Hero in the North, he is too ordinary.

He is like an ordinary man, talking and laughing freely and calmly, admiring people and things, and staying away from dislikes, living an ordinary and real life.

Compared with the decent people who hold the banner of righteousness all day long, or the people of the devil who are full of fallacies and heresies, Ji Qingyan doesn't like to make shocking words. Spread out the steps, while others are still talking, he is already doing things down-to-earth.

So many years have passed, some of the people who spoke have shut up forever, and those who do things are still going on.

Because of this, when Se Kong saw him for the first time, it was clear that this man was no longer young and handsome, but his eyes were still very clear, except for a faint and gentle smile like spring breeze, there was nothing else.

After three seminars on Taoism, the two factions of Buddhism and Taoism had their own hearts, but these two people used mountain springs instead of wine by the Songxi River in the back mountain, exchanged cups and chatted speculatively.

Ji Qingyan followed the Taoist way of "inaction", while Se Kong won the heart of "compassion" in Buddhism. The two did not deliberately avoid the scriptures and righteousness, but instead expressed their opinions on the differences. At the turn of the year, it became the meaning of fishing and woodcutters.

Se Kong asked: "I heard that the Taoist physiognomy is quite unique, can the Taoist get a glimpse of this?"

Ji Qingyan asked back: "Master believes in fate?"

After hearing this, Sekong put down the porcelain cup and said with a smile: "The poor monk believes in Buddhism."

Ji Qingyan clapped his palms together and laughed, then with a solemn expression, he said, "Master has a broad forehead, deep eyebrows, thick lips, and round and soft earlobes. I'm afraid...some of them are murdered."

Sekong was startled, clasped his hands together and shook his head: "The Taoist priest is joking, the poor monk is a member of the Buddhist sect, and he cuts off the world of mortals and cleans his six roots."

Ji Qingyan leaned back against the old tree with a crooked neck, and smiled slowly: "Whether it's Buddha or Taoism, you and I say that you are a middle-aged person, and when did you never stand among the mortals? Eight hundred mortals Three thousand causes and effects, no one can fathom the will of heaven, and can't calculate the human heart, so how can we talk about the purity of the six senses? In the end, it's just "even if you open your eyes to see the world of mortals, your poor body is the person in your eyes" (Note), you should think that you are detached from the world , it is precisely falling into the mundane."

"What the Taoist said is reasonable." Se Kong was silent for a while, then suddenly stretched his hand into the water, "However, the world of mortals is like silt, and the practice is like running water. Those who are pure are those who are pure. In the eyes of poor monks, whether they are pure or not, they all depend on whether they are still or not...Amitabha."

Ji Qingyan's tone was gentler and gentler: "Master has a pure land in his heart, which is naturally the best. What influences your belief is Buddha, not destiny. Of course, it is not a matter of obsession with obsession with karma."

They drank two pots of spring water, smiled at each other, and went their separate ways.

Ji Qingyan is actually very busy. As the head of a sect, he can't hang out for a long time. He went back to Wangchen Peak to deal with the backlog of sect affairs for two months. Disciples practice martial arts and Taoism, and from time to time they have to go down the mountain to do errands in three mountains and four seas. It is to increase their knowledge and practice and do things.

In the summer and autumn of this year, it was shocking to hear that the Yunsha River was flooded, which harmed more than ten prefectures and counties. The imperial court immediately ordered the localities to do their best to relieve the disaster, and the neighboring martial arts sects also sent people to help.The Taishang Palace is quite far from here, but Ji Qingyan happened to travel here, and without saying a word, he joined the ranks of disaster relief and rescue people, and suddenly saw a shiny head in front of him, and smiled immediately.

Ji Qingyan patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Infinite Heavenly Venerable, the poor Taoist has a predestined relationship with the master."

Sekong turned his head and put his hands together in front of him: "Amitabha, you are so good."

Natural disasters are merciless, and floods affect tens of thousands of people. They have lost their relatives, friends, and wealth. To make matters worse.Ji Qingyan bumped into Sekong a few times, although he tried to stop it, it was all in vain to treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

Words of persuasion are only pale relief before natural and man-made disasters, and using violence to control violence will intensify the conflict. Ji Qingyan pondered for a long time and decided to open a free clinic.

After the flood, corpses littered the fields, and it was summer and autumn, so it was very easy to suffer from diseases, not to mention that many of the refugees were suffering from injuries and illnesses.

It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. The only way to get rid of your heart disease is to save yourself.

Ji Qingyan's medical skills are not bad, anyone in the Taishang Palace who has a headache will come to him for medical treatment and medicine.It's just that it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. Ji Qingyan's money is exhausted, and the medicinal materials he bought are just a drop in the bucket. Fortunately, the government's affairs are not mediocre. After seeing his behavior, he hurriedly summoned the doctors from the neighboring counties, brought medicines and brought people here in a mighty manner, and spread them all over the place. To set up a free clinic, some manpower and material resources were allocated to help Ji Qingyan do it.

Color and space can't discriminate against yellow art, so he simply used his martial arts physique to lift huge boulders to build river embankments. During the day, he stepped through the muddy water with one foot deep and one foot shallow. At night, he took some dry food to rest for a while, and then began to meditate.Over time, confused and bewildered victims spontaneously came to listen to him. The number of people changed from small to large, and their expressions gradually recovered from despair. Ji Qingyan couldn't help but smile when he saw it.

That day, they met a girl named Lanshang who was teaching a gangster a lesson.

Ji Qingyan only needs to look at her to know that this girl's temperament is as straight as a spine, she is so arrogant that she would rather not bend, there is a lingering smell of murder and blood on her body, but her eyes are not too dark and gloomy.

Their first meeting was regarded as an unhappy breakup, but not long afterward, Ji Qingyan felt that someone was spying on them from the dark, with no malicious intent, just full of scrutiny.

Sekong also found out, but the monks have always been as quiet as a stubborn elm lump. They don't say a word or happen a thing. They come and go every day, rain or shine.

Until that cold night, when the woman in blue clothes helped the sleeping monk to the tent, Ji Qingyan looked back, she bent down and put him on the couch made of hay, her face was full of impatience, but her movements were very light.

The woman hung her eyes and raised her chin: "I am He Lianyue."

Ji Qingyan savored the name in his heart for a moment, and only read out the meaning of "self-pity for the shadow", which is not worthy of this woman's arrogance, but he has never made people feel uncomfortable, so naturally he kept his face and just talked softly.

After this night, someone finally helped him share the pressure of the free clinic here. Although He Lianyue's medical skills are not very good, he is very good at acupuncture and acupoints, and he is merciless in dealing with trauma.She has a bad temper, and can provoke big and small things, but Ji Qingyan has observed her for several days, and has not seen her lose her temper to innocent old and weak women and children. It can be seen that she is arrogant, self-respecting and self-respecting. people.

He Lianyue yelled that everything was not good enough for basic necessities, food, housing, and transportation, and she wanted to go home early, but more and more medicinal materials were sent to the camp. It's a bit of a guess.

However, he doesn't hate such duplicity, and even admires it a little bit. After all, there are many people who talk nicely in the world, but few people do things beautifully.

It's just that Ji Qingyan felt a little uneasy. He saw He Lianyue's gaze lingering on Se Kong's back, and he also found that Se Kong was reciting the Heart Sutra silently more and more.

If the mind is not calm, the direction of action will be chaotic. Why is he in a mess?

Ji Qingyan saw a little redness on the tip of Sekong's eyebrows, and suddenly remembered a simple sentence by the Songxi River that day, which turned into a prophecy.

When they parted, they walked in front, Shikong was still muttering the scriptures, his eyes were closed and he couldn't see everything, and he relied on the sound of cars and horses of fellow pedestrians to identify the way ahead.

He looked at the monk's lips that were constantly opening and closing, and then looked back at the figure of the woman who was gradually disappearing at the corner of the mountain road. He couldn't help but interrupted: "Master, do you think she is beautiful?"

Sekong paused, and said: "The monks are indifferent to the appearance, the poor monk..."

"You don't look at her, but you think of her in your heart, so what's the difference between opening and closing your eyes, whether you see her or not?" Ji Qingyan shook his head, "If your heart doesn't move, how can you talk about seeking peace of mind?"

Se Kong opened his eyes, looked up at the bright moon rising in the sky, and didn't speak for a long time.

Ji Qingyan is about ten years older than Sekong, he is a close friend of Taoism, and he can be regarded as half an elder. Seeing this, he said: "Chen's heart has moved, what do you think?"

Se Kong murmured: "I didn't mean Mu Ai to be lustful towards her, I..."

Three thousand karma and three thousand karma, he just fell in love with the right person when the opportunity came, just like a crack in a rock, and new shoots grew from it. Wrap the remaining obstinacy under a living net.

Emotional business is moving, and a thought is a calamity.

Ji Qingyan couldn't help sighing, but he had no right to say anything, not to mention that Sekong is a very measured person, there is no room for outsiders to intervene in matters of emotion alone, if it is annoying and disturbing, why bother?

Sekong meditated on the Zen mind along the way, and Ji Qingyan also hoped that he could let go of this relationship, so as not to drag himself down and get in the way of the woman, but he didn't expect that a few days later, they would meet again when the fallen leaves were flying.

Ji Qingyan looked at He Lianyue and laughed at Yan Yan. What he said were all overt and hidden temptations. Se Kong seemed dull and indifferent, but the fingers that moved the rosary trembled inadvertently.

She was in love, and he was confused, so he was worried, that's all.

Ji Qingyan had nothing to say, so he could only stay by his side, hoping that no one would make a big mistake until the two of them understood, lest everything would be irreversible.

However, unpredictable things happened in the battle of Sijue Valley.

When confronting the "Rakshasa girl" Zhao Bing'e with swords, Ji Qingyan saw a trace of complexity in those seemingly cold eyes. It was not feelings for a strange enemy, but more like the old things repeating themselves, but the old people are not familiar.

His heart skipped a beat, and he intentionally changed the sword technique to attract her. The more he fought, the more frightened he became. A thought came to his mind, but it was a pity that the battle situation was broken in the next moment, and he turned to attack others helplessly.

If he was surprised to find that He Lianyue was Zhao Bingye, the things that happened with Zhao Bingye after Sekong fell off the cliff made his heart sink even more.

But Ji Qingyan has no position to blame a seriously injured person, let alone question a deeply affectionate woman.

He could only pick her up when she faltered, comforting her and leading them out of the most difficult part of the road.

Ji Qingyan knew that Zhao Bing'e had listened to her own words, but it was a pity that she was full of love and business anger in her heart, and there was no room for turning around like a single tree.

He suddenly understood something.

Like a fire covering a dry salary, the fire of growth is blazing; like a person who enjoys pleasure, the fire of love turns into growth.Although the fire is blazing, everyone can give it up; the fire of love burns the world, and it is lingering and cannot be given up. (Note 2)

When Sekong woke up, Ji Qingyan had been by his side for three days and two nights, and after finishing the arrangement in a concise manner, he said: "The abbot of Wuxiang Temple sent someone to look for you back, and wanted to make you the head seat."

Hearing this, Se Kong was startled for a moment, then shook his head: "The poor monk is not worthy."

"Because you broke the lust ring?"

When Ji Qingyan was so blunt that he was almost forced to ask, Sekong was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "The poor monk has broken the precept of lust, has moved the heart of dust, and has been cultivated by a negative teacher."

"So, what are you going to do?"

Ji Qingyan looked deeply at the coloring space, not even letting go of the gloomyness that flashed in his eyes. Seeing that he was speechless, he said, "Taoists talk about love, follow one's heart and mind, and can't agree on what to do, so what about Buddhism?"

After a long while, Sekong said: "Buddhist disciples cut off their passions and desires and purify their delusions, because selfish affections will be negative to the common people, deep affections will be heavy, and confusion will produce demons. It is useless to recite many sutras and pray to Buddhas. However……"

After a pause, the young monk lowered his head and said in a soft voice: "However, the word love has both ends of love and hate. It is born with obsession, greed and admiration. It is easy to be impulsive and difficult to control, so it is changeable. Cheng Daai, weathering the wind and rain does not fade, and the events of the world do not change."

Ji Qingyan let out a long sigh.

Form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form.Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.Want to know that line, same is the case.

Zhao Bingmo's relationship with Sekong is caused by lust and emotion, which is the most common and true love between men and women; Sekong's relationship with Zhao Bingmo is caused by fate and changes in thoughts, but it is the most common and true love between men and women. The purest and most unspeakable detachment.

The love between her and him is like the skin and bones of a human being, one outside and one inside, attached and separated from each other.

What Zhao Bing'e wants to fulfill is the personal love between two hearts, but what Shi Kong wants to fulfill is the great love that all living beings are equal.From the very beginning, their feelings were not on the same mind. Now that they have reached the mountain pass, no one knows whether they will go the same way or go astray next time?

"Se Kong," Ji Qingyan said seriously, "You are merciful and love the common people. There is nothing wrong with these, but you must also remember... the small self is also for me, and the small love is also love, and your compassion must be equal and fair. Mo If you don’t bear Jialan, you must bear your sincerity.”

Sekong followed the carriage and rode Juechen, whether he understood or not, Ji Qingyan had no way of knowing.But seeing Zhao Bingye chasing after him, Ji Qingyan's eyelids twitched, and he also rushed towards Wuxiang Temple, just in time to stop a decisive battle that almost hurt both sides.

Ji Qingyan could see clearly that Se Kong held back his strength at the last moment, which was tantamount to showing mercy on this matter that is not tolerated by the world.

After Zhao Bingye won the victory, he left happily. After thinking about it, Ji Qingyan did not rush back to Wangchen Peak, but quietly sneaked into Wuxiang Temple.

Ji Qingyan didn't expect that on the first night when Se Kong returned to the temple, he would confess everything to the abbot, Zuo Yuan and the elder law enforcement monk, including his disturbed mind and breaking the precepts and knowing sex. His forehead hit the stone floor heavily, his body Putting himself on the ground, he said: "The disciple has wronged the teacher and insulted the Buddhist school. He deserves to be punished. He dare not involve the teacher. He accepts it completely and will never shirk it."

The abbot was shocked, Zuo Yuan was furious, and the 180 rods hit heavily. Ji Qingyan hid in the dark and watched, and could smell the bloody smell that was getting thicker and thicker.

However, from the beginning to the end, Shi Kong didn't use his internal strength to resist, and he didn't beg for mercy. He just gritted his teeth and endured it, and each stick was a sentence of Amitabha.After 180 sticks, he was already bruised and unable to speak.

The abbot was his teacher, he sighed and regretted: "Idiot, you are chanting 'Amitabha Buddha', why can't you move your heart and abandon the worldly thoughts, and instead commit such a wrong thing?"

"Ami... Tuo Buddha..." Se Kong fell on the ground, barely propped up his body, tears streaming down his face when he heard the words, he slowly put his palms together, and said: "Master... there is nothing difficult in reciting Buddha's name, the difficulty lies in one mind; there is no difficulty in one mind , the difficulty lies in breaking love and hatred (Note 3)...but with a righteous heart, where in the world is it not Jialan?"

He couldn't make a sound, but he had no regrets.

Ji Qingyan finally understood that the reason why Se Kong was willing to lose to Zhao Bing'e was because he came back this time to plead guilty and break the family.

Ji Qingyan was heartbroken for a while, and Ji Qingyan didn't know whether he should worry or relax, but before he could think it through, someone suddenly broke into Wuxiang Temple and brought a piece of news——

He Lianyue, the master of the Moon-Wanning Sword, is actually the sister of Helianchen, the master of the Palace of Buried Souls, the "Rakshasa Girl" Zhao Bing'e.

At that moment, everyone stood on the spot in shock, Ji Qingyan subconsciously looked at Sekong, seeing a blankness on his face for the first time.

Within ten days, all the major sects of Baidao knew the news, and the faces of those who had seen Wuxiang Temple's jokes and those who had a tolerant heart all changed.Some people say that the demon girl has ulterior motives and deliberately insults Wuxiang Temple; others say that the demon girl has no sense of shame, seducing Buddhist disciples is despicable...

All kinds of conspiracy theories are overwhelming, burying the simple and pure romantic truth, leaving only the ulterior motives that are cast aside by others.

A few different voices are like waves splashing in the sea, and they are drowned in the current in a blink of an eye, achieving the final concerted effort.

On the day Zhao Bingye came to Wuxiang Temple, swords were on the verge of breaking out in the temple, and countless people filled with righteous indignation wanted to rush out and capture her, no matter whether they were dead or alive.

There is only one monk standing in front of thousands of people's accusations.

Sekong leaned against the door with his back, and heard Zhao Bingye slamming the door and shouting angrily. He used all the knowledge he had learned in his life without moving an inch, and surrounded the shadows of swords and swords that were about to break through the door between his fists, saying only: "Amitabha! .”

So Ji Qingyan forced Zhao Bing'e away.

He didn't know how Se Kong would be punished after today, but he only knew that if Zhao Bing'e didn't leave, everything Se Kong had done would be for naught, and when he thought about it in the future, he would regret his inaction.

In the past, Ji Qingyan didn't like to talk too much; now, he can't say much.

As soon as Zhao Bing'e was forced away by him, knights from various factions chased him down the mountain. Ji Qingyan faced the accusations of thousands of people, and walked away without saying a word.

What other people say, in Ji Qingyan's view, it doesn't matter, after all, people are doing the work and the sky is watching, standing upright and being upright is always more true than clever words.

He has done what he should do, and he has done what he should do, even if things change from now on, everything is over.

Ji Qingyan was just a little pity.

All kindness and love are impermanent and hard to come by for a long time; things are too fearful, and life is at stake in the morning dew.From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear; apart from love, there is neither worry nor fear. (Note 4)

Aoyama Arakuzuka said:

Note 1: From Wang Guowei's Huanxisha.

Note 2: From "Love and Desire".

Note 3: From "Pure Land French".

Note 4: From "The King of Wonderful Color Seeking the Dharma".

"Feng Dao · Buddhism and Taoism" is officially over. Maybe you will have a lot of troubles, but it is their ending 30 years late.

There are still some unexplained foreshadowings that will be useful later, including some things about the host Ji Qingyan, so stay tuned.

Take a break, and then switch back to Chu Ye's main story line when you open a new chapter, with both plot line and love line, pray that I won't roll to death on the keyboard...