Sword of Coming

In the house at the gate of Qingxia Island, the map of the islands of the Shuji Lake and the nearby city of Chizhou, the archives of the incense houses, the ancestral halls of the major islands, and the nearly 200,000-word excerpts of the manuscripts. Others, most of them have been placed in the drawers of the cabinet, like the medicine drawers of Yangjiapu and dust medicine shops, but the books are still stacked in the mountains.

There is a book in the house, a row of wall cabinets, a table, and a chair, two benches and a small bench.

Later, because Gu Yu often visited the house, from the end of autumn to winter, he liked to sit at the door of the house for a long time. It was not a sunbathing, but a small muddy, and Chen Ping was walking around a Zizhu Island. The island owner, who has a lot of books, asked for three bamboos, two big ones. The former slashed and created two small bamboo chairs, which were burned and polished into a fishing rod. I just made a fishing rod and was in the Lake of Shue, but I never had the chance to fish.

Tonight, Chen opened the food box safely and ate silently at the dinner table.

Chen Pingan is still waiting for the letter from Taipingshan in Tongyezhou.

Even if Wei Wei has given all the answers, it’s not that Chen Ping’s do not believe in the old **** of the gods of the cloud, but what he needs to do next, no matter how to seek truth, no matter what. Over.

It’s just a cross-border flying sword communication. It’s possible that mud cows can enter the sea. Nowadays, the Shuji Lake is a land of right and wrong. Feijian’s communication is also the Qingxia Island from the public. Therefore, Chen Ping has already done the worst. I am planning to do so, let Wei Wei help me, and send a letter to the Taipingshan Zhongkui from Phiyun Mountain.

If it is the first time to travel to the rivers and lakes of Chen Pingan, maybe even if you have these relationships, you will only go around and go around, don't bother others, you will not feel good, but now it is different.

Chen Pingan does not want to live the kind of loneliness in the mouth of the Taoist Taoist Taoist priests. It owes some human feelings. It is not terrible. If you have a hard time, you will be able to open your mouth more easily. As long as you don’t take it easy, It is.

Chen Pingan finished eating up late at night, packed the food box, spread a handful of newspapers and started browsing.

I wrote some interesting stories about the current Jane Lake. I went to the official side of the official website with the secular dynasty, and the squad was sent to the official office of the official office. It was almost the same. In fact, on the way to the tour, at the Baihuayuan Inn in Qinglan, Chen Peace has seen the wonders of this kind of fairy tales. After staying in the Shuji Lake for a long time, Chen Pingan also went to the village to follow the customs, so that Gu Yu helped to get a copy of the Xianjia report, as long as there is a freshly reported newspaper, people will be sent to the house.

Miyagawa Island is a very interesting thing every day. It happens on the same day and can be spread throughout the next day.

This is due to a place called Liuxu Island. The monks from the island to the outside disciples, and even the servants, do not practice on the island, swaying outside on the day, all earning money to make a living, relying on various The occasional experience, plus a bit of catching the wind, to sell the gossip, will also give half of the Shuji Lake Island, as well as the giants of the four lakeside cities of Chishui, Yunlou and Lutong Jinyu, and send them a letter from time to time. The family reported that there were few things, and the report may be the size of the tofu block, the price is low, the reserve price, a snowflake money, if there are many things, the report is as big as a picture, and a dozen snowflake money.

Recently, this newspaper has mainly written about the current situation of Miyagawa Island. It also introduces some of the highlights of the newly emerging islands, as well as some new things about the old islands. For example, the Biqiao Island ancestors traveled around and took them back. A young monk who is not a monk, he is born with a Taoist resonating. For example, in the Lame Island Waterfall 庵女修, a girl who was originally unknown, suddenly opened up in the past two years, and Lame Island made a special trip for her to open up the financial road of the mirror, and she never thought about the girl for the first month. The hustle and bustle of the mountains, such as the clouds, and the loss of many gods, make the aura of Lame Island soaring by as much. There is also a cloudless island that has been quiet for a hundred years and "falling in the family". A monk who has never been seen by a servant has become a new book, Jintan, after the Qinghai Island. Miyagawa Island participates in Yunxiao Island, which is not qualified by the League. In these two days, it is necessary to arrange a seat for them. Otherwise, no matter who is in the rivers and lakes, as long as Yunxiao Island is absent, it is not a name. Shun.

Chen Ping looked at these wonderful "others" and felt very fun. After reading it, I couldn't help but watch it again.

In this newspaper, the girl monk of Lame Island, the master of Liuxu Island, specially reserved a place for her to slap the palm of her hand, similar to the kind of monumental technique used to fight the mountain ferry, and Chen Ping’s ferry on Guihua Island. The painting of the painter's monk, the slogan, the girl's appearance, lifelike, is a side standing under the waterfall plum tree, Chen Ping squinted a few eyes, is indeed a temperamental girl, just do not know whether there is a fairy The home "changing skin and bones" secret surgery to replace the face, if Zhu Chuan and the old man surnamed here are here, most of them can be seen at a glance.

Chen Ping’s purchase of the newspaper was relatively late. When watching the strange events and customs of many islands, I didn’t know that before the disaster in Furong Mountain, all the news about his Mr. Qingxia Island account was the front. The biggest source of financial resources for Liuxu Island.

Of course, Liuxu Island did not dare to write too much, and more or more beautiful words, or else they would have to worry about Gu Yu with that big muddy, a few palms to pat the Liuliu Island. In history, the Liuxu Island monk did not have suffered a big loss. Since the founding of the ancestral hall, it has been relocated three times in five hundred years. During the worst period, it was badly hurt and financial resources were not good. An island leased a small piece of land.

Three times "accused by words", once in the early days of Liuxu Island, the monks did not know how to write, a report, provoked the illegitimate son of the Jianghu monarch. The second time, three hundred years ago, annoyed the owner of Miyagyu Island, and added to the old **** and the younger children, even if it was all good words, the writings were full of envy, and the monks became gods and monks. Still can

Liu Laocheng’s visit to the island was cited. However, he did not kill anyone, but he also scared Liuxu Island to change the island the next day.

The third time, Liu Zhimao, in the newspaper, accidentally changed Liu Zhimao's Taoist name to Jiang Zhenjun, and changed to Jiangjiang Tianjun, making Liu Zhimao a laughing stock of the entire Shuji Lake overnight.

Liu Zhimao killed Liuliu Island and directly dismantled the other's ancestral hall. This time it was the most devastating one on Liuliu Island. After the autumn of the Liuxu Island monk who had been snoring, the guy who found the slogan was discovered. , actually ran away. It turned out that the guy was one of the many dying ghosts under the hands of a large monk in Liuxu Island. After crouching for 20 years in Liuxu Island, he relied on a word and pitted the whole Liuxu Island. The one who was responsible for inspecting the text of the newspaper reported that although he was indeed out of responsibility, he could not be considered a culprit. He was still taken out as a ghost.

Chen Pingan heard a rare knock on the door, listening to the previous smashing and familiar footsteps, it should be the door-to-door red cake of Zhu Xianfu.

Quickly got up to open the door, had a blue silk "old 妪" red pastry, refused Chen's invitation to enter the house, hesitated for a moment, whispered: "Mr. Chen, really can't write my master and Zhujidao Liudaozhu Story?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Well, then I will go to your house next time, and I will listen to Ma Yuanzhi’s old past."

Although the red pastry is old, the gully is vertical and horizontal, and somehow, there will be a strong sullen temperament. It is only ugly that she is so ugly, but if she is taking the aura of the fairy money, she looks beautiful. Not bad, and she has a pair of pretty eye-catching eyes. At this moment, she blinked and boldly asked, "Is Chen deliberately rejecting my grandfather? It is because I guessed my grandfather's meeting." Let the slaves come to the gentleman, so that the slaves are so much credited, right?"

Chen Pingan stretched out a finger to his mouth, indicating that she knows that you know what I know, and that's it.

Under the moonlight, the woman smiled at the moonlight.

The red crumble looks at the young man who is thin in front of his eyes. He mentions a pot of wine in his hand, a yellow paper seal, and the body is wrapped in a red string. He smiles softly: "It is not a valuable thing, called Huangteng wine, with glutinous rice and glutinous rice. Brewed, it is the official wine of my hometown, the most popular with women, also known as the wine. Last time I talked with Mr. Chen a lot, forgot this, I asked someone to buy some, just sent On the island, if Mr. is drinking and getting used to it, I will give it back when I move back."

Suddenly she realized that her words were wrong. She quickly said: "The slaves said that the woman and the woman love to drink. In fact, the men in their hometown also like to drink."

Chen Ping took the pot of wine and smiled and nodded: "Okay, if you are used to drinking, go to Zhu Xianfu to find you."

After the red crisps go.

Chen Ping not only did not drink alcohol, but also put the jug of wine into the squat, he did not dare to drink.

It is not a letter but a red cake, but it is not a letter to Qingxia Island and Shuimo Lake. Even if there is no problem with this jug, once I ask for other things, I don’t know which pot of wine has a problem. So in the end, Chen Pingan can only tell the soft taste of the wine at the door of Zhuxianfu. Not very suitable for myself. At this point, Chen Ping does not feel that he is somewhat similar to Gu Yu.

For that one, Gu Yu can kill 10,000 without hesitation.

Chen Pingan is also afraid of that, and can only put the red cake's kindness on hold and seal it.

It's just that the two seem to be similar. In the end, it is a similar "one", and the big difference is derived.

As long as Gu Yu still hangs on his own one, Chen Pingan and Gu Yu’s heart-shaped tug-of-war are destined to be unable to pull Gu Yu to his side.

Chen Pingan has also given up temporarily.

Even if two people look at the world, the most fundamental path of the heart is different. It is useless to let you say that it is a broken day.

Therefore, Gu Yu has not seen it. Chen Ping’s life with the four paintings of Huanhuafu’s paintings has not seen the undercurrents, murderous, and the final good gathering, and finally there will be a reunion.

It may not be suitable for Shu Shuhu and Gu Yu, but after all, Gu Yu is less likely to see a possibility.

After gradually becoming familiar with the high and low, complicated and intertwined veins of the part of the Shuji Lake, Chen Pingan believes that if Gu Yu puts a part of his mind on killing, even if he is learning the way, Liu Zhimao is a means of cultivating the people and cultivating the forces. Gu Yu and His mother-in-law can live better and live longer in Shuji Lake.

It’s just that Chen Ping’s now sees more and thinks more, but he has not talked about these “nonsense” hearts.

Not to say, but does not mean not to do.

On the contrary, Chen needs to do more things.

The reason is exhausted, Gu Yu is still not knowing the mistake, Chen Pingan can only retreat to the next and stop the mistake.

As long as he is in Shuji Lake, he lives as an accountant at the gate of Qingxia Island. At least he can try to let Gu Yu not continue to make a big mistake.

Since Gu Yu did not know what was wrong, he firmly believed that he was the most right, and naturally he would not make a mistake. Chen Ping’s response to a meal, a boxing, and two great graces.

Once because of the past, I had to smash the golden daring, and I could try to stay at the Shuji Lake with the lowest "heart and mind". The next thing I did was to make up for Gu Yu.

This is a very simple order.

It is not easy to do it. It is especially difficult in the first step. How can Chen Ping convince himself that the golden brethren are broken that night, and the farewell to the golden Confucian robes is the price that must be paid.

Life is alive, and reasoning is seemingly difficult. It is difficult to be difficult in those who need to pay the price, but also do not talk, and after the inner conscience, torture and reply, if you still decide to speak, then once you talk The costs of paying are often unknown, and they are hard-pressed and unable to speak with others.

In addition to these two things, Chen Pingan needs to mend his own state of mind.

Can not remedy half, he himself smashed.

Chen Pingan walked out of the house, and this time he did not forget the two lights that blew out the book and the dinner table.

After crossing the gate of Qingxia Island, I came to the ferry, and there was the ferry boat of Chen Pingan. Standing by the lake, Chen Pingan did not bear the sword fairy, and only wore a long green shirt.

The world is lonely, no one is there, the lake seems to be covered with broken silver, and the night wind after winter is slightly cold.

Let Chen Ping’s practice in the fifth position of the boxing, especially after wearing the robe of the robe, tonight, finally felt the long-lost human warmth.

As the rivers and lakes go further and further, especially after seeing more and more official atmosphere and mountain scenery, Chen Pingan is more and more admired the master's views on the relationship between mentoring and apprentice, and increasingly admire Cui Dongshan’s teaching. His chess is outside.

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I have said that I only charge the disciples who are the same people, not the disciples who only know how to sell for me.

The difficulty of life is hard to care for, it is harder to be the most important person, and it will make you feel uneasy.

But this is just a good thing.

In the end, there are more people who never think about it.

The world has hit me a punch, why can't I still have a foot? The world dares to punch me with blood on my face, and it hurts my heart. I will definitely beat the world and make it hurt. I will not hurt my innocence.

this is not right.

Repair is the foundation of the body, and cultivation is the way to ascend.

On the boulevard, you can go straight to the squad, and you will always give way to people.

Chen Ping’s face is bitter and only feels big and big. These words can only be left in the stomach, and no one will listen.

Chen Pingxin thought slightly.

I thought about it.

Remove a piece of black charcoal from the ruler.

He drew a big circle on the ferry.

Then he bent over the circle and slowly drawn a line, which was equal to dividing the circle into two.

Chen Pingan was next to the line, and then there was no pen for a long time, and his brow was wrinkled.

Mr. the neglected accountant, he had to take off his waist and raise his sword and drink a sip of black wine.

This is in the straight line, each writing a good and evil.

Chen Pingan will take a step tonight on the word "one" that once stopped on the road, is unwilling to ponder, and is powerless to go deeper.

Like the mud bottle lane sandals boy, he walked on the covered bridge.

Chen Pingan squatted on the ground, on the straight line, between the words of good and evil, gently wrote the words "people-oriented" and muttered: "You can only think so much for the time being."

Chen Pingan closed his eyes and took another sip of wine. After opening his eyes, he stood up and strode to the edge of the semi-circle of "goodness". He went all the way to the other section of the half-circle of evil, and drew a diagonal line. Move step, from bottom to top, and draw a diagonal line.

In the end, a circle has been cut into six layouts by Chen Ping, and the intersection is only the center of the circle.

After Chen Ping’s after this, it seems to be suddenly clear. He walked quickly to the semi-circle of the “good” word above the straight line. The layout in the middle of the three areas, the charcoal pen in hand, the pen is flying, talking to himself. Dao: "If this is the heart of the heart of the heart, and the most determined, the mind is not easy to move, then the world in this place, the three teaching questions, the philosophers, even if they have not read the book The word, teaches the book's own gold house, the book has its own thousand bells, and the 'slim body Qijia rule the country's world', that is the best learning, because you can listen to it, even without any sage Because such people, who are willing to listen, are willing to sit and smell, and do what they do, no matter how hard the world is, they will stick to their hearts!"

Chen Pingan quickly got up and retired to the semi-circle of the evil circle that was "tit-forward" with the semi-circle.

Under the body, the same is a charcoal pencil, and muttered: "Humanity is evil, this evil is not blindly derogatory, but it describes another nature of the human heart, that is, the one that naturally perceives the world, to fight To rob, to protect their own interests to maximize, unlike the former, for life and death, can be placed on the Confucian three immortal, incense and descendants of inheritance, here, 'I' is the whole world, I die in the dead, I live in heaven and earth Live, individual me, this little 'one', no more than the whole world, the weight is not a little bit, Zhu Chuan explained why he did not want to kill one person and not save the world, it is this reason! The same is not derogatory, just Pure humanity, although I have not seen it with my own eyes, I believe that the same has been pushed forward."

"People who have all their heart and souls here will be able to export the results of those who have died after the death of my life, and I will teach you to take the world." 'But these worlds have almost all the nature of the world, and it is very likely that it is the foundation of our 'human', at least one of them. This explains why I didn’t understand before, so many 'bad’ The people, the monks become gods, the same is no problem, and even live better than the so-called good people. Because the heavens and the earth are all raised, there is no partiality, not necessarily the life and death of the 'human'.

After drinking a big sip of wine.

Chen Pingan got up and walked to the far right hand side of the semicircle. "The people here are not as strong and tough as the people on the right side of the neighborhood. They are more erratic, but they are still biased towards goodness, but they will be different because of the time and place. Change, then it is necessary to teach the saints and the philosophers of the three schools. The martyrdom of the martyrdom is to say that 'Jade is not a weapon, people don’t learn, don’t know,' warnings that 'people are watching the sky,' and persuading you to use this life’s glory to come to the world. The story of this life is a blessing to the world."

Chen Pingan wrote here and thought about it. He came to the vicinity of the word "good and evil" near the center of the circle, and added two sentences with charcoal slowly. He wrote "I am willing to believe that life is alive, not all." 'To the barter'," wrote below, "If any effort, as long as there is no real return, it is the benefit of the loss of 'I'."

Chen Ping put away the charcoal pen and muttered: "Once the damage is perceived, the deep inside of this person will have great doubts and anxiety. It is necessary to start looking around and think that you must come back from elsewhere. And asking for more, this explains why the Shujian Lake is so chaotic, everyone is struggling, and then I thought about it, why are there so many people who must punch a punch somewhere in the world, they must There are more places in the world, punching and kicking, and completely ignoring the lives and deaths of others, not just to live, just like Gu Yu, who has already lived well in the Ming Dynasty, will still follow this vein and become a person who can say 'I People who like to kill people are not only created by the environment of Shujian Lake, but by the ridges of Gu Yu’s heart, which is divided by this. When he has the opportunity to reach a larger world, such as when I give the little loach After he came to the Shuji Lake, Gu Yu would naturally take more of the money, life, and life of others."

Chen Pingan came to the leftmost hand side of the first half of the circle. "The people here are the most disorderly. They want to be good and don't know how to do it. If they are evil, they may not dare, so it is most easy to think that 'reading is useless', 'the reason is wrong" Although it is a semi-circle here, it is very easy to break away from evil. Therefore, there are so many "hypocrites" in the world, and even the Buddhas on the Buddhist scriptures will be worried about the arrival of the end of the law. With the tide, it is very hard to live, and it will be the hardest. I said earlier with Gu Yu, the truth of the world is good. The true freedom of the strong is to protect the people so that they can not worry about the lower half. The middle of the set of people, because the latter is rampant,

And suffer from many unscrupulous disasters, don't be afraid of all the hard work and hard work accumulated, and the day and night will be destroyed, let these people, even if they don't have to reason, even don't even know too much truth, even more occasionally they Unreasonable, slightly shaken the Confucius's well-established wooden chair that was originally stable and stable. ”

Chen Pingan got up and walked to the right hand side of the lower half of the circle, and slowly wrote: 'The local people, you told him to let go of the knife to become a Buddha, knowing the mistake can improve Mo Dazhao, and the neighboring center People are destined to talk about nothing. ’

Although the lower half circle, there is still a large blank on the left hand side, but Chen Pingan has pale face, but there are signs of exhaustion. After drinking a large mouthful of wine, he staggered and stood up, and the charcoal in his hand has been grinded. Only the size of the fingernails, Chen Pingan steady and steady, his fingers tremble, can't write, Chen Pingqiang took a breath, lifted his arm, wiped his forehead sweat, wanted to kneel down and continue writing, even if one more word But just bent over, she just sat down on the ground.

Chen Pingyi put the sword in his hand and placed it on the ground. The other hand released his finger, leaving only the charcoal rolling down on the ground. He just lay on his back on the ferry.

"Confucianism puts forward the heart of compassion, Buddhism advocates compassion, but we are in this world, it is still very difficult to do, let alone do these two kinds of sayings at all times, but the heart of Yasheng’s first heart. 'It seems to be more... with Daozu’s so-called 'returning to the truth and returning to the baby'."

Chen Pingan tried to stand up and quit the circle that had not yet completed the charcoal word, staring at the big circle, and finally the line of sight condensed in the center of the circle, the word "good and evil" that he wrote the earliest.

Chen Pingan swayed and held out a hand as if to grab the entire circle.

He almost didn't even know what he was talking about.

At this time, the scene is completely forgotten.

"Is it impossible to talk about good and evil? Just say the difference between God and man? Nature? Otherwise, this circle is still hard to really stand up."

"Does this need to be raised... not to stick to the book, so that it is not constrained by Confucianism, simply to expand this circle? Instead, go up higher?"

"If this is the case, then I will understand it. It is not what I thought before. It is not the threshold of the world. It is divided into heights. It is to walk around this circle and keep seeing it. It is the difference between the mind and the heart. Saying that someone is in a different place, there is a difference between the heights and the difference between the clouds and the mud. Therefore, the three saints, the things they do, the so-called persuasion, is to push the hearts of different people. ', tow to the area you want."

"If you don't go to the heights to see, don't go around the ground, just use the order, go back and look back, don't mention all kinds of heart, just say the true nature of the world, Confucianism is in Expanding and stabilizing the 'physical' territory, Taoism is uplifting the world, allowing us to be able to excel all the rest of the spirit."

Chen Pingan closed his eyes and took out a bamboo slip. There was a text written by a big Confucian man who was full of desolation but still beautiful. At that time, he only thought that the idea was strange but transparent. Now it seems that as long as it goes deeper, it contains some The Taoist true meaning, "the basin is covered with water, the mustard is floating in the water, the ants are attached to the mustard and think it is desperate. They must be drenched in the water to find the road accessible, and there is nowhere to go."

"Teachers ask for it, that is, we don't want the world to be the ones whose heart is as low as the ants. We must go to a higher place to look at the world. It must be different from the world's birds and animals and flowers and trees."

"So the Buddha..."

Chen Pingan extended his hands and drew a circle. "In conjunction with the Confucianism, the Taoist high, the ten worlds are one, there is no omission."

Chen Pingan finally muttered: "That one, do I know a little bit?"

With a bang, he exhausted the man who was full of strength and spirit. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and covered his face with tears. He reached out and put a face on his hand. He lifted his hand and lifted it slightly. Between the fingers and the seams, hey, will sleep and sleep, is the heart of the most extreme, but the deepest in the heart, full of pleasure, broken and thought: "When the clouds are scattered, who is embellished, Tianrong Haiming clarifies."

Chen Pingan closed his eyes and slept slowly. He smiled a little at the corner of his mouth. He whispered: "The original is not to distinguish people from good and evil. You can also laugh when you read this."

For the first time in the Ping An Lake, Chen Ping was lying on the square where he painted a big circle, and had no time to wipe off a charcoal word. He was sleeping and sleeping on the Qingxia Island.

I don't know when.

There is a blue-shirted man who is still in the doldrums, and an increasingly attractive Tsinghua girl, who came to the ferry almost at the same time.

The two did not have any words, and even the sights did not meet.

The man who did not write a letter in the Taipingshan Zu Shitang, but personally came to a foreigner in Bizhou, picked up the charcoal of Chen Pingan, squatting in the left-hand side of the circle, wanting to drop the pen, but hesitated Undecided, but not only is not annoyed, but the eyes are full of smiles, "Is the mountain in front, do you want me to be a gentleman of the past, can only detour?"

The girl in Tsing Yi stood outside the circle at the end of the straight line and ate the new pastry from the Green Tongcheng on the shore of the Shuji Lake. It was vague and ambiguous: "There is still a little bit of the gods, and there is no such thing."

The reader held charcoal, looked up and looked around. He said: "A good thing is to be bold, and a wine cellar is still open."

The girl in Tsing Yi also said, "I don't know what to do."

He turned his head and looked at the single-tailed Tsinghua girl with a small mouth and a small mouth. "You don't want to take Chen Ping's sleep and take advantage of him. But if the girl must do it, I can turn around." This is called a gentleman who has the beauty of an adult!"

She only looked at him and wondered: "You are called Zhong Kui? You are a man... a ghost, it is strange, I can't understand you."

Zhong Kui stretched his hand around his shoulder and pointed to the screaming accountant. "This guy knows me, so I am coming."

Zhong Kui looked at this book in his eyes, which is not the same as the world. He said: "The world is the only one who is a gentleman. How big is a manure pit?"

Yan Xiu’s face was light. “I know that you want to help him, but I advise you, don’t stay to help him, you will help.”

Zhong Kui asked: "Really?"

Yan Xiu asked: "Do you believe me?"

Zhong Kui nodded.

Yan Xiu finished eating pastries, clapping hands and leaving.

Zhong Kui thought for a moment, gently put the charcoal back to the original place, got up and wrote it in the volley, wrote eight words in the Shuji Lake, and then followed, and returned to Tongyezhou.

It is no longer the scholar of the scholar's gentleman, Zhong Kui, who comes by Xing and returns.

The eight words he left are "all things are right, there are no taboos."