Into Xuancheng Xianxian, From Not Being A Son-In-Law

No matter what the thing is, just come and make a connection with me, Buddha.

In the end, he became a Buddhist.

Please let this little bald donkey, who you all say is the reincarnation of a eminent monk, communicate more with the reading seeds in my academy.

What do you want to do?

Could it be that you want the reading seeds in the academy to have a predestined relationship with you?

He Qishi secretly thought that this old bald donkey was not a son of a man, he was really insidious.

But on the surface, there is nothing wrong with it.

There is no way to throw these impure-minded Buddhist masters and disciples out of Youlu Academy...

The second level of the academy's autumn examination is poetry, which does not require you to sit down at your desk and write furiously like a policy review.

You can meditate in the quiet room, or you can walk around and look at the scenery to express your feelings. In short, you only need to write a poem on any thing in the academy within an hour.

Can't help discussing, but it must be a new work.

Yuan Zhen does not need to worry about composing poems like other autumn exam candidates.

The monks who came to Dayan from the Hanwu Kingdom preached Dharma in Youlu Academy, which is regarded as a holy place for Confucianism.

It's not like just saying "I observe that the donor has a predestined relationship with my Buddha" when meeting people. This kind of forced salvation method, his Cultivation Base Realm is not enough.

But if you find an appropriate topic to discuss, you can naturally promote Dharma in this Confucian holy place.

Not only the candidates who took the autumn examination, but also the disciples of Youlu Academy were the targets of Yuan Zhen's propagation of Buddhism.

It is true that others can ignore Yuan Zhen from beginning to end, but he has nothing to do and cannot force others to listen to him.

But as long as there is a response.

Either doubt or obedience.

As long as the debate can continue, Yuan Zhen will be able to guide these readers and let them feel what Dharma is.

Yuanzhen has argued with more than a dozen people one after another, relying on his eloquent and profound Dharma, he often makes the other party speechless, and nearly half of them think that the Dharma he said seems to have some truth.

What he did in discussing Taoism and preaching Buddhism in the academy soon spread to the ears of He Qishi.

Mr. He Da looked at the old monk on the opposite side of the tea table, his smile remained undiminished, and he seemed to ask casually: "Master Qinghui, is it somewhat inappropriate to preach Dharma in our academy?"

"It shouldn't be a problem. If I have a good memory, Da Yan should have never banned Buddha. Why can't he talk about Buddha?"

The benevolent and kind-hearted old monk Qinghui snapped a big hat off.

He Qishi could only smile perfunctorily.

If he accepts this, he can imagine with his toes how this kind-hearted old bald donkey will make use of it.

If they nod, it means that there is a disagreement between the Deer Academy and the Great Yan Dynasty.

But if he shakes his head, it means admitting that there is nothing wrong with Yuan.

The old one is actually alright, but Yuan Zhen is a troublesome little donkey.

He is a junior, if you let the gentlemen in the academy come forward to discuss the Tao with him, no matter whether the result is that the Buddha enlightened Confucianism or Confucianism transformed Buddhism, he would have already lost.

Losing is when the big one bullies the small ones.

It is normal for the disciples in the academy or those candidates in the autumn examination to face the Dharma announced by Yuan Zhen.

The reincarnation of an eminent monk is not just a title in Buddhism.

Regardless of the true meaning of Samsara's reincarnation, it is certain that every person who is called the reincarnation of an eminent monk must have inherited something from the "previous life", which often includes memory and knowledge.

Yuan can really write policy theory that is rated as the number one, but what he is best at is obviously not Confucianism.

Continue like this.

Although it is impossible for the holy land of Confucianism to become a place of Buddhism, I don't know how many seeds of reading will be there in the end, so it will have an extra fate with Buddhism...

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It was not all smooth sailing for Yuan Zhen to proclaim Buddha.

He met a candidate for the autumn examination, a scholar with a sword.

It is not uncommon for a scholar to carry a sword, but the blade of this sword is a bit long.

It seems that it should not be carried on the waist, but on the back.

When Yuanzhen met him, he was looking at Luohua, racking his brains for Qiushi's poems.

Not in a hurry to bother either.

Yuan Zhen stood silently next to him for a while. It wasn't until the scholar holding the sword looked at him from Luo Hua that he slowly spoke.

"The donor is watching the flowers fall? Have you ever heard that one flower equals the world..."

Open your mouth and say it is the Buddhist scriptures.

Talked a lot.

I feel that I am promoting the essence of Dharma, and it depends on whether I can arouse the curiosity of the other party.

The scholar holding the sword listened silently. When Yuan Zhen finished speaking and waited for him to ask questions, he said nothing and looked at Luo Hua again.

Mouth is still plausible.

"The flowers are all gone...it's too tacky and it's not good."

"The autumn wind sends flowers back to the dusty mud, or does the autumn wind send the flowers to the dusty mud?"

"Oh, I don't feel very good either. Poetry down the mountain is more difficult than practicing Taoism on the mountain..."

Madoka felt that she was being ignored.

He clasped his hands together and spoke again: "One flower is one world, and the blooming and falling flowers are one world of Samsara. What does the donor think?"

The scholar with a sword turned his head and took a look at Yuan Zhen.

"What does it matter to me?"

Yuan Zhen was stunned for a moment, then said again: "Why should I stick to the autumn wind and dust when I write poems about falling flowers? Isn't this Samsara..."

"What's the matter with you?"

This time the sword-wielding scholar's response was more positive, and Yuan Zhen was interrupted before he could finish his words.

This person is a little... strange.

Yuan Zhen has never encountered people who ignore him, but this person is a little different. Do you think he didn't listen carefully? In fact, I listened carefully.

It's just like the answer he gave twice.

Your Dharma, what does it matter to me?

My poems, what does it matter to you?

In addition to this, Yuan Zhen, the reincarnation of the eminent monk, also vaguely sensed an ethereal meaning from this person, as if he was sitting on a cloud.

There is no superiority, just not stained by the world.

Yuan Zhen felt that this sword-carrying scholar was very different from other scholars in the academy. Finally, he clasped his hands together and bowed before turning and leaving.

There are so many people in the academy, so there is no need to force anyone.

Yuan Zhen traveled freely in this Confucian holy land, and soon met another group of people.

There are six people in total.

It seems that they are not candidates for the autumn examination, but enjoying the scenery in the academy.

One of them was wearing a Confucian shirt from Youlu Academy, but he was very tall, and it looked like the Confucian shirt was two or three minutes too small.

Yuanzhen hasn't walked over yet.

The burly academy disciple said something to the five people around him and then walked over.

"I heard that Master Yuanzhen is preaching Dharma. I am a disciple in the academy, He Xiao. I dare to ask Master, is Buddhism compassionate?"

Yuanzhen clasped his hands together and said calmly: "I, the Buddha, save all sentient beings, why am I not compassionate?"

He Xiao's voice was like muffled thunder, implying anger: "Before, the Hanwu Kingdom invaded our Dayan border, but Grandmaster did not stop us. Now that Dayan has raised troops to attack, Grandmaster has come to Youlu Academy. How can such a sect be called compassionate?"

Yuan Zhen was calm and said: "Has the donor read the strategy written by the poor monk before?"

"Killing is for protection, fighting is not a crime."

"Why can't it be called mercy?"

He Xiao frowned in thought.

Before he could think of how to respond to Yuan Zhen, he heard a calm and powerful voice coming from behind him.

"If Master says that, I can't agree with it."

It was Xu Nian who spoke.

He looked directly at Monk Yuan Zhen and spoke word by word.

"War is a crime."

"Whoever starts the war is guilty."