I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

I took the order in a daze, and thanked you in a daze. Is this a leader?

Or senior officials?

Sending Hou An away, Chen Luo looked at Cheng Nansong who was still on the Fangcun Mountain. Chen Luo invited him to the study, served good tea, and then smiled wryly, "Master Bingxiang, what's going on?"

"How did I become a Faxiang?"

"I'm only twenty years old!"

Don't look at ordinary times, whether it is the former literary minister Yan Baichuan, the current political minister Han Qingzhu, or even the military minister Cheng Nansong, they all talk and laugh with Chen Luo, and they look like they are not big or small when they calculate each other, but that It was because they regarded Chen Luo as their nephew in the next generation, so there was no restraint.

But in fact, the four phases of Daxuan, the power and influence - Qingtian! Daxuan's creatures are more than billions of trillions. Let's say that Cheng Nansong, the weakest of the four phases in front of Chen Luo, is an authoritative figure who can change the color of the world even if he is constrained by the "family and saints". It can determine the fate and life and death of countless people.

The importance of power can be seen in two things.

First of all, the first article of the Great Profound Law, which says: Four-phase joint name, you can go to the sanctuary, abolish the emperor!

The second one is that the appointment and dismissal of any of the four prime ministers needs to be recommended by at least two prime ministers, and the emperor must not be arbitrarily appointed!

Some people compare the four phases of Daxuan to the four pillars of the country, and the folks also call them the four pillars of the country, and call them "the country of pillars".

But now, he actually became one of them. Who wouldn't be confused!

It is still incomprehensible to say that Chen Luo succeeded Tathagata in the Netherworld because of the Zen path; but Mo Zhu did not expect that the position of Xiaoxuan Faxiang fell under my head.

It's because of other things, not how to arrange it, but it's because of me.

The previous ministers were all Confucian Confucian scholars. According to the official biography, they should all be in the realm of seeking, and all of them looked at the small land of the state, and they were all virtuous and talented, with low virtue and high respect, and they could be called Great Masters. Competent.

How could it be my turn to be such a tired and lazy guy?

In fact, after hearing about the "Holy Family and Holy Clan" outside Linhuang, the official biography didn't intend to change the status quo. It was because when the public biography didn't have the energy to own the plan at that time, he played as a support, and as soon as the new minister took over All right.

Turns out - the ADC is yourself?

Your Majesty, you are afraid that the belt will move!

"Military minister is a villain, and the position of law minister is really important. Should the court reconsider?" Mo Zhu still wanted to shirk, "You are only seventy years old, and you are still determined. You are out of arrogance. I'm afraid there are not some suitable..."

"Seventy years old is too old." Mo Zhuqiao squeezed his beard and said calmly, "Xiaoxuan can get married at fourteen years old, and at seventy years old, even the children can't run away."

"Let's get rid of madness. If he is honest and prudent, he will be worthy of the title of Dharma minister for many years. As long as he acts according to the law of Xiaoxuan, how he acts as a Dharma minister is his business, and what else do I care about?"

"The old man is called Nanshan Laosong because of his personality. When your brother Song Ci was the Dharma minister, he was not talking about it, and he had to study other people's corpses when he had something to do. Wasn't he also the Dharma minister?"

Speaking of that, Fang Huaji paused for a moment, and said again: "He also wants to belittle himself. He is the candidate who was personally recommended to His Majesty after he was made a Saint of Literature. You wait for the unanimous approval of the candidate."

"Besides, the old man is dead again. Even if the old man is dead, Song Sheng is still there. There is really nothing difficult to decide. You will help him make a decision."

"Since the establishment of the bias office, the internal division of labor has been clearly defined and organized. There are not few things that require the Minister of Law to personally intervene. It is difficult for him to do errands."

"As long as there is a small incident outside of weekdays, he will practice and update when he needs to practice. Except for the small court meeting once a month, he must participate in it, and the rest of the time, even Closed Door Training is fine." Gong Chuan frowned slightly.

What you said.

As long as it's a small matter?

As soon as this co-authorship comes out, it must be a trivial matter.

They want to think that you know, they are not looking at your head, and want you to hit the family and saints!

Yes, thinking about it from that angle, I am indeed the most suitable person.

Martial Dao Taoist, without a bamboo forest as a backer, has a wrong relationship with the Dao Palace, and is in the same situation as the Fang family, and the most important thing is that he has an exquisite mind!

It's simply not meat or milk that can be exported. One person has a combat platform.

Tsk tsk tsk, those old men have poisonous eyes. The key is, are you willing?

Seeing that Mo Zhu was still determined, Mo Zhu also sighed deeply: "Faxiang is indeed a hard job."

"It is more dignified than literary ministers, as authoritative as political ministers, and more powerful than military ministers. If you encounter a case of a noble family and a holy clan, the common people will curse in front of you, and the noble family will ridicule you secretly, and there are people on both sides."

"A member of the Fa family, is it good for you to play? Like your senior brother, like you, it is a blessing to have a hair."

"He wants to go to that troubled water, the old man can't understand. It's just...you think he might be able to bring about a little change."

"This old man can't make an oath of sincerity. If he is not in danger, this old man is willing to give up his life to protect him. If he thinks this old man's promise is enough, your brother Song Ci can also..."

"Cheng Xiang, I have to say it." Gong Chuan interrupted Mo Zhuqiao, "The phase, you take it."

"The rise and fall of the sky is not the responsibility of the common man. There is no need for the country, so there is no reason for you to escape from the public."

After making up my mind on the official biography, I hesitated afterwards. Naturally, I was afraid of some aristocratic and holy clan, but I didn't have any bottom line in my heart. After all, being responsible for the well-being of billions of people is the same as being a shopkeeper in Cheng Nansong after me.

It doesn't matter if I have been wronged, anyway, I am old and thick-skinned, and I am afraid that the negligence of own will bring losses and suffering to the people.

But since the juniors recognized him so much and waited for that aspect to be empty, he accepted it and did his best.

"That's right..." The public servant smiled, "Your subordinates still have something to deal with, it will take a few days."

"That's a problem." Hearing that Mo Zhu had taken over the position of Dharma Minister, Mo Zhuqiao also breathed a sigh of relief. I made a special trip to stay with Youfa in order to persuade Gong Zhenzhen to step down. Now that the goal has been achieved, some of Mo Zhu's big demands are naturally satisfied.

"How many days will it take? Is ten days enough? The old man will tell the court." Fang Huaji asked.

Gong Chuan estimated the time and nodded: "Ten days is enough."

At the same time, the documents of Wenchang Pavilion and Zhengxiaotang were also spread throughout Xiaoxuan. Countless people learned the new news from the Lubu posted at the gate of the yamen and the Dibao delivered by the post station.

The hero in our hearts, the good son of the people of Xiaoxuan, the Lord of Martial Dao, Gong Chuan, was promoted to Chuan Guo Gong, titled Anguo Gong, and succeeded the post of Minister of Law at the same time.

However, from the end of the first day of the first month of next year, Xiaoxuan changed his year name to "Xuanzhang", and next year will be the first year of Xuanzhang. Well, that news is important.

The point is, Marquis Wu Jiaguan has retired! Faxiang!

Zhu Guo Xiaoxiang!

That one is worth going to the brothel for a drink!

And as the news spread, many people either rejoiced or cried bitterly.

Countless voices resounded in the hearts of the common people.

"Impossible, if you are the Marquis of Wu, you must have it."

"I will definitely uphold justice for you!" "Heaven, it's almost dawn..."

Mozhou, Fang's family.

Ever since the tide of blood in the Southern Wilderness, Gong Chuan took off his vest, proclaiming that the white ink in the sky is not Gong Chuan, and before Mo Zhu had white ink, the Fang family closed the door for the seventh time in a year.

There are rumors that on that day, Chen Luo, the acting patriarch of the Fang family, slowed down his heart, shaking the luck of the Fang family, and all the young Confucians in the Fang family vomited blood at the same time, and blood flowed into a river in the clan hall.

Even if there is no obstruction from the disciple family of the Fang family trail, the Fang family will inevitably become the laughing stock of the market.

Not to mention that Mr. Shu has researched the allusion of "Chen's enemy and Baiyou", which is used to describe the embarrassment of being manipulated by the opponent.

Today, it cannot be said that it is the most embarrassing period since the Fang family became a holy clan.

At this moment, Chen Luoji, the head of the Fang family, was sitting in the front garden, looking at the autumn leaves that were about to fall under the tree, and sighed deeply.

My face at this time seems to be decades older than after that. The half saint in the family has not yet returned, so I still have to bear the responsibility of being the head of the family, but I feel more and more that my strength is from my heart.

"Did you see this leaf?" Chen Luoji said to the little Confucian of the Fang family beside him, "When he looked at it, it was clearly the season for falling, but he still hugged the branch tightly. , it is your Fang family's urgent need now..."

"Patriarch, Patriarch!" A shout came, and a senior of the Fang family ran into the front garden slowly, bringing a gust of wind, which happened to blow off the leaf.

Chen Luo and:! !

"What's the matter!" Chen Luo looked at the running senior with an angry look on his face. The senior of the Fang family was shocked, knowing that he had done something wrong, so he could only offer a Jade Slip respectfully, and said, "There is new news from Zhongjing."

"What news is not as important as the leaves!" Mo Zhuji was still relieved.

"Leaves?" The senior was taken aback for a moment, and explained, "It has nothing to do with public relations."

"Public biography?" Chen Luoji was shocked, and quickly took the Jade Slip over. Divine Sense entered it, checked it several times carelessly, and the anger and sadness under the face gradually dissipated, and finally turned into a hearty laugh .

"Hahahahaha, hahahaha..." "God help you, God help you too!"

Amidst that laughter, Chen Luoji's complexion suddenly turned rosy, and he seemed to have aged a lot.

"Patriarch, what happened?" The young Confucianist of the Fang family who was not traveling with him quickly asked.

Chen Luo and handed me the Jade Slip in his hand, and said to my fellow Fang family: "There is a message from Zhongjing, and the next minister will be appointed!"

All the little Confucianists were taken aback for a moment, and then understood instantly, all of them looked excited.

"Patriarch, really?"

"Hahahaha, that public biography, you took a step forward!"

"Seven Little Aspects, I chose the Dharma Aspect, that's a chance for you guys!"

For a while, the oppressive atmosphere in the garden was swept away.

Fa Xiang, for the common people and even for the officials, this is a top figure, and it is a good thing to offend, but for the noble families of the Fang family, that position is still as important as an eighth-rank official.

After all, the inspector really cannot sue.

Faxiang?

Punishment is for the family, and law is for the holy family. Is that rule just a joke?

Many Confucian schools fell under the position of Fa Xiang at the beginning.

After that, I, Mo Zhu, was the Daoist of Hongchen and the Lord of Cheng Nansong. I was free in the whole Xiaoxuan system. What can our Fang family do? It's clear.

Do you really think that Mo Zhu's status is respected, so he can't do whatever he wants under the Dharma aspect?

If it is done properly, it is possible to make a clown in the position of the minister, make a small mistake, or even fall into a small somersault!

The hearts of the people will turn against each other in just a moment.

"Patriarch, you still have to be cautious." A young Confucian of the Fang family reminded, "What you can think of, these people may not necessarily think of it."

"But even so, I'm afraid I'm unprepared if I still push the public announcement to take over."

"Especially Gong Chuan himself, his heart is frighteningly innocent, so he should be more careful."

Chen Luoji also nodded slightly, and said sonorously, "That time, you need to plan well."

"Another way, fight with me." "This old man is a believer, your Fang family will always lose!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Luoji looked at the small tree with fallen leaves behind him, and said calmly, "Cut that tree down."

"When the leaves fall, there is something to see!" Lingzhou, Bamboo Forest.

Mo Zhuqiao, who was eating roasted bamboo shoots, stopped chewing, and listened to the report from a paper clone of Zhulin Laoyi, and said, "Big Little Brother is back?"

"Okay, go to Zhongjing and wait for me."

Said, Dong Cangcheng stood up, looked at the clone and said: "Little senior brother has gone to heaven, he took good care of the house."

"If the house is blown up, Wo will take his real body and walk around the sky, do you understand?"

Elder Zhu Lin was agitated, and quickly said: "Seventh Senior Sister is angry. You can restrain yourself."

"En!" Mo Zhuqiao snorted, and then blew a whistle. With the whistle, a huge figure suddenly descended from the sky.

It was a Wuli beast about ten feet tall, exuding the majesty of a little saint like Yayu Cheng Nansong Wulitao.

Dong Cangcheng jumped heavily, sat down on the shoulder of the Wuli beast, patted the other side, and said, "Let's go, ma'am..."Go to Zhongjing! "

"Those who bully the younger brother, all buried!"

As soon as the Wuli Beast moved, it immediately disappeared in place, leaving only two huge bear paw prints on the ground! Two flowers bloom, each representing a branch.

The news of Gong Chuan serving as Prime Minister is still fermenting, but at this time Gong Chuan himself is in the middle of hard code words!

Afterwards, Mo Zhu told Fang Huaji that he had nothing to deal with, but in fact there were only two things.

First of all, as I said later, if you want to arrange a wooden body to enter the Netherworld, you must bring some local products, such as the manuscript of "Journey to the West", which is really sensible.

"Journey to the West" tells the story of Kui Mulang and Xiaowang Jinjiao and Xiaowang Yinjiao who retreated to the "Pingdingshan".

In that chapter of the story, there is no ordinary blood, the two monsters are boys who were later pill refined by the Taixia Laojun, and a Fox Spirit godmother who was beaten to death halfway was added.

The story of that time was beautiful because of the battle of wits between these treasures, Sun Wukong and Jinjiaoyinjiao.

The Zijin Calabash that was withdrawn after calling his name, the mutton fat jade bottle that was accepted, and the immortal rope that has not yet been bound.

In addition, two treasures, the Yixing Sword and the Banana Fan, are also mentioned.

Because of Jian Jia’s general reminder afterwards, Gong Chuan had a big heart when writing Zijin Calabash, for fear of adding two more Calabash earrings to Ling Chuchuhuang.

Fortunately, the Zijin Calabash has not been removed from the wooden body, and it has been refined once, so it can be regarded as Heavenly and Mortal Treasures. In addition, it was written by the public deity, so there are no changes.

Just as own writes, this Earth Immortals trail seems to be a little narrower.

I wrote it several times in one breath, and finally finished writing the difficulty of "Pingdingshan", and I was relieved by the official biography.

That's enough, the souvenir from that trip to Netherworld is gone.

"Journey to the West" was put on, and the official biography ended and preparations for the seventh event were completed.

Still code words! "Ji Daxuan"!

In the nether world, he took over the job of the future Buddha, so he had to say nothing.

According to Ksitigarbha, it is necessary to refine a sambhogakaya and sit on the Zen path to transform the power of vows and make the illusory Buddhist path condense into reality.

Afterwards, I planned to come soon because I didn't have any errands in my eyes, so I simply took care of it first, so as not to take care of both sides and be in a hurry.

I didn't write down the paper until I heard it, but looked up the "Eight Movement Technique" in my mind and soul again.

To practice the Eight Movement Techniques, one must first condense the eight bodies.

The most orthodox practice is to cultivate the eight kayas with Dharma, wisdom, and merit. After all, you are a true Buddhist disciple after passing the public transmission, so you took that path.

Therefore, Gong Chuan intends to borrow things to practice. Practice with the avatar first.

He sat down in the Lotus Position, closed his eyes, searched in the sea of ​​spirits, and found a little blue light, a giant tree was faintly hidden in this light.

It is the connection between the wooden body and my soul.

Gongzhuan operates the method of "eight Movement Technique", refining the Dao heart spirit with the method of "responsiveness".

"There are no eight kinds of bodies in all Tathagata. It is said: What are eight. One is the incarnation. The seven is the response body. The eight is the dharma body. If the eight bodies are complete. Take the eight Bodhi. If you know it right away. Birth and death...Good girl, how can Bodhisattva understand the corresponding body. It is called Tathagata. It is because the Bodhisattvas have comprehended...for the understanding of life and death. Nirvana is one taste. Fear of anger and anger...has eighty-seven features and forty kinds of beautiful round lights on the back of the neck. It is the name that corresponds to the body."

The voices of Buddhist scriptures and meditation resounded in Gongzhuan's soul sea, and the light in the soul sea shone slightly, and strands of golden light were generated, and all of them rushed into the blue light... Parasol Tree Forest.

Smelling the fragrance of peach blossoms and looking at the baby ginseng under the ginseng fruit tree, Lingchu Chuhuang was enjoying the rays of the setting sun comfortably.

Suddenly, Lingchu Chuhuang frowned.

"Um?"

"Strange, why did you suddenly think of this deadly Tathagata?"

"Going down the ancient Buddhist gate, what a distant memory..."

"Alas, mercy..."

"This is the light, the light of enlightenment..." "I really want to become a monk..."

"That's right!" Lingchu Chuhuang was suddenly startled, and his soul immediately cut off the slightest connection.

"Big bastard, what am I doing again!"

Lingchu Chuhuang stood up with a look of surprise on his face.

But I feel sorry for the origin, anyway, it is my grandson, who actually plans to come back after sending it out.

The question is, how did I become a mere four thousand people away?

Moreover, that pure Buddhist rhyme does not touch the taste of ancient Buddhism!

Am I cultivating the world of mortals? how did it get here?

Huang Lingchuchu sloppily recalled the feeling just now, and suddenly remembered the distant past, a skill that this golden Tathagata showed when he tricked himself into serving as a Dharma protector for my Buddhist sect. "Eight Movement Technique!"

Lingchu Chuhuang gasped.

Those eight Movement Techniques can be learned by all Buddhist disciples, but they need to start to practice. When they reach the Bodhisattva Realm, all accumulations are released in an instant, and only those with outstanding talents can comprehend the mysteries of them and retreat to practice.

And if you want to get it directly, there is only one way. Tathagata teaching!

Tathagata can only be cast once in a lifetime.

Being able to receive the Tathagata Dharma teaching is equivalent to being a Tathagata disciple, and there are also teachings, the future Tathagata!

That eldest son, went to Nether, and got the ancient Buddhist gate?

That's only a short time!

Now that the situation in the nether world has changed slightly, the two worlds are likely to return to self. By then, the ancient Buddhist gate will definitely be able to return to the human world!

Thinking about it, Lingchu Chuhuang suddenly smiled.

hum.

Old Tathagata, he must have thought.

The next Tathagata is the old Risen! That's right, not the grandson!

Thinking of that, Mo Zhuqiaohuang sat up again, knowing why, he suddenly felt happy.

When this big guy comes to the Parasol Tree forest - Big Tathagata, call him grandpa!

Hahahaha, just thinking about it makes me depressed! The sun rises and the moon sets.

In the blink of an eye, not eight days passed.

Gong Chuan let out a long breath and opened his eyes. The golden Buddha light flickered in his eyes, but it quickly dissipated. "It's done."

Mo Zhu looked at the wooden seeds under the table, and with a thought, a phantom appeared under the wooden seeds, which looked a bit like a monkey. middle.

"That feeling, it's not weird." Gong Chuan sensed it, and although it was true as Di Zang said, it had no effect on the deity, but at this time Gong Chuan felt as if another hand was missing from his body. The hand affects the cerebellum, but the touch of the hand can be fed back in time.

"I still need to get used to it." Gong Chuan returned to the desk.

After refining the incarnation, what is left is not refining the sambhogakaya.

Mo Zhu spread out the paper and picked up the pen.

For Mo Zhu, when he wrote "Ji Daxuan" later, there was no phantom of the subduing dragon, which brought about the illusory path of Buddhism. Therefore, the official biography of "Ji Mozhu" is still full of expectations.

If it was accidental, then the book spirit had the choice to repay himself.

After going to Netherworld, I haven't finished half of the writing, so I just need to fill in the rest.

Gong Chuan took a deep breath and finished writing.

From the Hualin level, "Ji Daxuan" is only a book eight thousand years away, so it doesn't take the power of chaos to write it, and the movement of public transmission is also a little slower.

In just one night, the official biography was written to the very beginning—Chapter 770: Lei Chen was ordered to save Liangshan, and Jigong's meritorious deeds went to Jingci.

"After everything is over, Jigong still travels in the sky from now on, giving away medicine everywhere, helping the poor..."

"The Complete Biography of Jigong, it's over."

"The story of Jigong is still going on..."

Mo Zhu made the last stroke. The entire manuscript was instantly illuminated.

At the same time, in the far west, thunder roared in the sky, and there was no phantom of the golden light path across the sky, but the tremor of the golden light path was still, and the golden light turned into white and fell from the phantom of the path.

Throughout the Western Regions, countless false Buddhist disciples spat out blood and looked down at the sky in fear. We sensed that it seemed as if some power had not been drawn from the golden path. "Fight for the way!" "No one fights for the way!"

"Slowly, slowly call back the power of the path that fell into the nether world!"

There was no sound of thunder from the Tongtian Pagoda, but immediately after that, there was no sound of thunder that overwhelmed that sound.

"The power of the small path has entered the sea of ​​blood, and it can be recalled, otherwise the sea of ​​blood will definitely backlash!"

"The ghost is the most important thing, there is still a lot of persistence in the world!" "Fight for the ghost first!"

"Those whose hearts are shaken, kill!" "Those who slander Buddha, kill!" "Those who yearn for the East, kill!" "Those who deceive people's hearts, kill!"

"Those who practice the new Buddha in the world of mortals, earn Samsara, cook with fire and fry, and they will be reborn forever!"

For a moment, the entire Western Region was full of murderous intent!

"Huh? The power of Heavenly Dao?"

In Fangcun mountain, Gong Chuan looked at the manuscript written by Jin Guangxiaofang, and sensed that a force appeared out of nowhere and poured into the manuscript.

"That's..." Gong Chuan rolled his eyes, "Buddhism in the Western Regions?"

You know, you picked up the power of Heavenly Dao in Xiaoye Ridge.

A letter of love is a letter.

At this moment, the countless elegant texts in this manuscript gathered into a golden lotus flower bud, and then, the sound of scriptures resounded out of thin air.

The first chime sounded, and the missing scripture chanting stopped abruptly, and the golden lotus began to bloom in a hurry.

At this time, Youfa's major tune resounded in Mo Zhu's heart. "The shoes are broken, the hat is broken, the Kasaya under the body is broken..." "He laughed at you, I laughed at you, a fan was broken..."

"In the south there is Amitābha...in the south there is Amitābha...In the singing, the golden lotus fully blooms.

Flowers bloom to see Buddha!

I saw a thin monk dressed in a tattered Kasaya, wearing a tattered monk hat, and holding a tattered cattail fan, lying in the golden lotus, gnawing on a chicken leg, suddenly looked at Mo Zhu, stood up with a smile, and clasped his hands together. The expression is playful, but the eyes are full of sincerity.

"Great Book Spirit, Monk Daoji, meet Tathagata!"