Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Mu Zishi shook his hands, got up and left, Qi Shao rushed to follow, stepped on the corner of the robe of the man holding the lacquered folding fan in a hurry, half black footprints were printed on the corner of the brocade embroidered robe.

The man was furious. Seeing that Qi Shaochong's clothes were ordinary, he folded the fan and cursed: "Where did you come from, this silk and satin robe, my lord, cost eight taels of silver just to make it, you are such a kick!" You're dirty, but you still wear it? I can't afford to sell you bastard!"

Mu Zishi was extremely disrespectful when he heard this man's words. He was afraid that Qi Shaochong would not be able to hold back and make trouble, so he hurriedly turned around and was about to apologize for him, but Qi Shaochong's eyes flashed with anger, but he reached out his hand to stop Mu Zishi, and stepped forward to salute , with a sincere and neither humble nor overbearing attitude, said loudly: "My lord, I am not careful, I am very sorry."

The man swiped open the fan, pretended to fan it twice, wiped his nose, lingering anger, and said in a high-pitched voice: "Hey, if you touch your lips, it's over? My robe deserves to be dirty." Is it? You don't intend to pay?"

This guy was so unreasonable, he was clearly bullying the two teenagers, the other guests in the restaurant were already whispering, and they all looked at him with a little disgust and disdain.

Mu Zishi didn't bother to pay attention to him, stared at Qi Shaochong, and said softly: "Young Shaochong, you are a fast learner."

Qi Shaochong was praised, and he was also satisfied: "It is you who taught well..." He approached him and whispered in his ear: "Don't worry, the world is full of joys and sorrows, and it is not an insult but a blessing for me to be in it." .”

Mu Zishi was overjoyed, and patted him on the shoulder: "Leave this rascal to me!"

Seeing them whispering to themselves, the man blushed with anger and was about to slap the table and shout, when Mu Zishi said coldly, "You want us to pay?"

The young man's voice was nice, and there was a kind of dignity that could not be underestimated. The man was stunned for a moment, and said with a straight neck, "What? No money to pay?"

Mu Zishi drooped his eyelashes, twitched his lower lip slightly, slowly took out a piece of silver from his sleeve, and threw it at his feet: "Is it enough?"

As he spoke, he took another ingot, but it hit the man's foot, and he said lightly, "Is that enough?"

Throwing four pieces of broken silver like this, and asking "Is that enough?" after throwing a piece, the man's face turned red and then white, and Qi Shaochong felt relieved, thinking that Mu Zishi was so cute and wonderful.

Mu Zishi raised his eyebrows, and actually took out another handful of copper coins, rolled them slowly from his palm to his fingertips, and landed one by one, with a crisp ding-dong, like a slap in the face to that person.

The man was so ashamed and angry, he jumped up and shouted sharply: "Your lord cares about this little money?"

Mu Zishi said: "If you don't care, don't pick it up, how about it?"

After saying that, he sneered, and took Qi Shaochong's hands and left without looking back.

Qi Shaochong was as excited as a little wolf dog with a bone in its head. These days, the melancholy mood was also cheered up, and the dancing was not enough: "Why are we leaving now? I haven't seen enough of that fellow's misfortune." .”

Mu Zishi walked in a hurry, a blush appeared on his cheeks, and he said with a smile, "If you have the upper hand, why don't you rub your feet? Wait for someone to fight? I don't want to fight, and I can't win against others."

Qi Shao stretched out his arms in conflict, punched a punch, and said confidently: "I will definitely beat that fat man!"

Mu Zishi flicked his fist with his fingers: "It's nothing more than a man's courage to overcome others with strength. Your parents didn't raise you as a vulgar martial artist."

Qi Shaochong withdrew his hand, but argued: "But you have to have the power to protect yourself. The Taizu of this dynasty is a hero with both civil and military skills... But don't worry, when I grow up, I can protect you!"

Mu Zishi originally wanted to laugh, but his eyes were everywhere, but seeing his sincere expression, he couldn't help but feel warm, and said: "Although I relieved my anger today, I spent at least five taels of silver. It's really bad."

Qi Shaochong didn't take it seriously: "Even ordinary people can't just bear it blindly, and it's not too much to have a good time occasionally... Besides, that person's face is really ugly."

Mu Zishi recalled the look on the fat man's face after swallowing Coptis chinensis, and he also felt refreshed: "What you said is true, but it's not an example."

After that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, Qi Hefeng ascended the throne, proclaiming that the world will be changed to Yuan Tianjuan, respecting Qi Jin as the Supreme Emperor, posthumous posthumous birth mother Tao Shi as the Empress Dowager Zhaoyi, Tao Ruopu entered the cabinet and led the military department, added the title of Taishi, and was named Liang Guogong, the throne The weight of the high authority is unparalleled at the moment, and the Tao family concierge does not need to bow down when they meet with the third rank in Beijing.

Mu Zishi tore a piece of stewed beef for Qi Shaochong: "Put it in a steamed bun and eat it."

Qi Shaochong skillfully broke open the hard steamed bun, sandwiched the meat and handed it to Mu Zishi: "These days...you have lost a lot of weight."

Mu Zishi compared the top of his head: "I'm tall."

The two talked as usual, the turbulent waves in the court seemed completely irrelevant to the wind and rain across the river, but their hearts were far away, how could they let go of the thousands of piles of yellow dust in Chenjing for a moment?

There is a large northern temple named Huanbaoshu in Herun Prefecture, Lingzhou. Every year, the Shangyuan Lantern Festival starts for three consecutive days. White-faced steamed buns are made and given to pilgrims. Everbright Buddhism.

Mu Zishi stood outside the temple where the crowds were crowded, and after inquiring clearly, he suddenly said, "Shao Chong, how about we copy the scriptures for three days?"

Qi Shaochong was startled: "Aren't you hurrying?"

Mu Zishi was silent for a moment, then said: "It's good to have Zhang and some relaxation. If the great monk wants us to copy the scriptures, we can have food and lodging in the temple for three days, and it doesn't cost much money. Besides, how long have we not picked up pens and practiced calligraphy?"

Qi Shaochong was a little moved: "Okay!"

Mu Zishi pursed his lips, with sadness in his eyes, and said: "Copying the scriptures can also save the dead, so that the karma of the undead can be eliminated and reborn in the pure land... I want to copy the Ksitigarbha scriptures for the fourth brother for three days. As for your mother ...it's up to you."

Qi Shaochong's eye circles gradually turned red: "Yes."

Although all living beings are equal, Baoshu Temple's selection of copyists is not ambiguous at all. Not only must their calligraphy be correct, their appearance must not be wretched and ugly, and they must have a relationship with the Buddha.

The scripture copyers are all selected by the abbot and the abbot himself. The scholars and people of Herun Mansion are all proud of being able to copy scriptures outside the hall, but they may not be able to win one out of ten, and there are also those who have been defeated and fought repeatedly every year.

Mu Zishi and Qi Shaohong appeared in front of Master Ziyun with their parcels on their backs, but the old monk who had been smiling all the time restrained his face: "You two little benefactors, why are you here?"

Mu Zishi is so intelligent that it is complicated because of his wisdom. He only felt that the short four words "Why did you come here?"

Qi Shaochong was simple and clear, and immediately said: "Copy the scriptures and pray for blessings."

Master Ziyun couldn't help smiling kindly when he heard the words, and patted his head: "The little benefactor is like the hidden jade in the stone, Yuan Tingyue is humble on the outside and bright on the inside, it can help the world and last for a long time... Go and copy the scriptures!"

Qi Shaochong said in surprise: "The master hasn't read my handwriting yet."

Master Ziyun said: "You don't need to read it, just go."

Qi Shaochong glanced at Mu Zishi: "My brother..."

Master Ziyun said softly: "I have a few words to say to your brother, and he will go after I finish."

Although the old monk's face is wrinkled and dry and thin, his eyes are as clear as water, and the pupils are light sky blue like a baby's. When he slowly turned his eyes to stare at Mu Zishi, Mu Zishi felt unreasonable trust and relaxation, saying : "Don't rush, I'll find you in a while, don't worry."

Qi Shaochong agreed, and Fang turned his head and walked out of the hall.

Master Ziyun looked at Mu Zishi and remained silent for a long time.

Mu Zishi couldn't help but said: "Master, my younger brother Shi Zhongyinyu, then what is my fate?"

Master Ziyun said: "What fate does the little benefactor want?"

Mu Zishi groaned silently, but he was somewhat stunned.

Master Ziyun lowered his eyebrows and said, "The little benefactor is like a pearl going out to sea."

Mu Zishi said with a smile: "Pearl going out to sea? The master is too famous, I am just a mere peasant, how can I afford such glory and glory."

Master Ziyun sighed: "Little benefactor, you don't have to be wary of the old monk. Since the old monk has returned to Buddhism, he has nothing to do with the world... The world only knows the value of pearls, but they don't know that pearls are bitter when they are separated from mussels, and they are bitter when they are separated from water. Yao, but not long."

The scent of sandalwood in the hall made Mu Zishi dizzy and tired, and said softly, "Master, what should I do?"

There was compassion in Master Ziyun's eyes, and he said: "Little benefactor, a person who is obsessed with love and lust, if he walks against the wind like a torch, he will surely burn his hands and body. The benefactor is wise, and Buddhism has tolerance, why don't you jump out of the world of mortals, Feel at ease?"

Mu Zishi shook his head instinctively: "No, I promised him that I will take good care of Shao Chong for him, never leave him, and do my best."

Master Ziyun clasped his palms together and said: "All things are impermanent, and those who live must have an end. If there is no birth, there will be no death. This extinction is the most joyful...Little benefactor, only by letting go of all appearances can you reach the ultimate bliss without stains and impurities."

Mu Zishi also bowed his head and bowed his head: "Thank you, master, but I don't have the roots of wisdom and wisdom, so I have to live up to the kindness of the master. Although the world is troubled and bitter, I... can't let it go."

Master Ziyun stared at him: "That's fine too. If it's convenient for the little benefactor, just copy the Ksitigarbha for our temple."

Mu Zishi was pleasantly surprised, he thought to himself that this old monk really has some cultivation, he just hoped that he is not a talkative person.

Seeing his flickering eyes, Master Ziyun couldn't help but smiled and said: "Little benefactor, you are too hostile and poisonous, so you have seen some of your origins for me, and you have murdered me."

Mu Zishi was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "I don't have any, Master is too worried!"

Master Ziyun laughed and said: "It's okay, it's okay, the little benefactor probably doesn't know that when I was young, what I was doing was robbing houses and houses, but if I put down the butcher knife, the bad karma will be gone."

Mu Zishi's thick eyelashes half covered the curiosity in his eyes: "Master, did you really become a robber?"

Master Ziyun blinked: "Whether it is true or false, the benefactor chooses and believes."

Mu Zishi gritted his teeth secretly, thinking this is not an old Zen master, he is clearly a cunning old man!

Mu Zishi and Qi Shaochong shared a long table, and both of them copied Ksitigarbha scriptures.

Qi Shaochong has already copied half a paper, his handwriting is not outstanding, but he has a sense of resoluteness, like a strong wind, with support in both directions, and the attitude of a great river going east and west.

When Mu Zishi saw that there was a shallow depression in the inkstone, he first ground it to fill it up, and then picked up the pen and laid the paper.

Qi Shaochong was very focused on copying the scriptures, without looking up.

As soon as Mu Zishi brushed, it was natural that he was accustomed to writing neatly and beautifully styled pavilions. When he turned the brush and the front and tendons were connected, Qi Yupei's teaching that day was still in his ears: "...you need to know what you want to do, and what you want to do with your hands." Emptiness, wanting to be straight, wanting to be round, let the left and right, let the mind go forward and write behind. Do you understand?"

His eyes were a little blurry, Mu Zishi raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, concentrated his attention, and wrote: If all living beings in the future, dream or sleep, see ghosts and gods, and all forms...

A piece of writing is clear, round and energetic, charming and boney, well-coordinated in movement, rising and falling in succession, graceful as if spewing out of forest flowers, and unwinding like light clouds coming out of Xiuzhou.

After copying it once, he recited silently in his heart: "His Royal Highness, this volume of Ksitigarbha Sutra is just for you. I only hope that your sins and karma will be eliminated and you will be reborn in a pure land. If there are thousands of disasters and disasters, it will only fall on Mu Zishi."

At noon, a monk who knew the guest invited everyone to eat with the pilgrims in the dining hall. Although it is vegetarian, it tastes delicious, especially the fried tofu stew. They were all older than him, so they were quite forgiving, and those who had eaten first finished cleaning the dishes by themselves, then sat and watched with a smile.

Mu Zishi was so ashamed that he almost buried his face in the bowl. For some reason, he felt that someone at the next table was staring at him. Burning coal-like eyes.

As soon as his eyes met, the man was startled, but he smiled apologetically at Mu Zishi, very kindly, then turned his face and said something to his companion.

Qi Shaochong felt it too, he frowned and looked over, he saw that the man was dressed as a businessman, in his early thirties, pale and thin, with slender eyebrows and a long face, he looked like a duck with dripping oil, his partner was black and strong, But it is a bear who has just put on autumn fat.Surprised in my heart, I wondered if these two were Qi Hefeng's spies?

Mu Zishi squeezed Qi Shaochong lightly under the table: "Don't panic."

Qi Shaochong lowered his head and continued to grill the rice, only to hear Mu Zishi whisper: "It should be just an ordinary pilgrim who came to pray for blessings and burn incense, not a spy at the copper net."

Qi Shao didn't know the taste of the food, so he asked vaguely: "How do you know?"

Mu Zishi snorted softly, and said: "The copper net is full of carefully selected masters, who are the best at hiding. How can they stare at people so directly? Besides, even if they look, it should be you."

Qi Shaochong was very annoyed: "But this man is staring at you, so rude!"

Mu Zishi felt uneasy and asked, "Is there something wrong with my look?"

Qi Shaochong didn't answer, looked at his curved nose and chin, his expression suddenly became a little weird, and he said after a while: "It must be that you were born too well."

Mu Zishi guessed that his thoughts were easy, and immediately smiled lightly: "You must be jealous of me when you talk like this?"

Qi Shaohong blushed and avoided his eyes in a panic: "No!"

It's really not jealousy, it's just that I don't like others looking at Mu Zishi like that, as if my most cherished treasure has been desecrated by ulterior motives.