Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 7 7. Rosary

Xia Ji slept in the dark small pavilion all night. Early the next morning, he heard the guard outside the door respectfully yelling "See Wanfei Empress". The voice approached from far away until the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was directly pushed open.

A gorgeous concubine walked in, her eyebrows were soft, she was not domineering, her clothes were not ostentatious, and she was well-formed. There was a mole under the corner of her left eye, which showed a bit of compassion. This is the grace of the emperor now. Concubine, the biological mother of the three princes.

Wan Fei came to the house and waved her hand directly: "You go down first."

The eunuch, the guards hurriedly retired, exited the courtyard, and guarded from a distance.

Xia Ji patted Yuebai's clothes and saluted: "I have seen Princess Wan."

The gorgeous woman glanced at the boy and saw that his eyebrows were somewhat similar to those of the woman. There was a faint look of disgust in her eyes, but the expression was fleeting, and she turned directly: "The emperor is already You and the Nine Emperor Gods have been adopted to me, and you will call me your mother concubine from now on."

The two looked at each other quietly.

The corner of Wan Fei's lips curled up: "Seeing your mother concubine, don't you kneel?

Xia Ji: "Sitting in the small pavilion all the year round, my knees are not good and I can't kneel down."

"Then you can walk up Mount Xumi on foot?" Wan Fei sneered indifferently. "You have a relationship with the Buddha, and I can help you become a Buddha, but a Buddha also has a mother and needs to follow filial piety, and I am you. Mother!"

Xia Ji asked in return: "Then dare to ask Concubine Wan, who suggested that the nine princesses marry Turks?"

Concubine Wan was stunned, and immediately laughed, and then lightly mocked: "You have a bit of wisdom, and you can see the clues. It seems that you have cultivated this Zen mind and broke the sea of ​​suffering. It is not a coincidence.

But since you have the wisdom to see it, don't you have the wisdom to remain silent?

If you shut up, it is wisdom, and if you speak, it is cleverness.

The saddest thing in this world is that there are only slightly clever people. "

Xia Ji was not angry, his expression was as calm as ever.

So far, it has come to an end.

It's just to make it clear again that "different ways do not seek each other".

He opened the Buddhist scripture, and his concubine was no longer in his eyes.

Wan Fei glanced at him coldly, and said softly: "It really has a three-point demon nature, it seems that Chi Zhai has not cut off this demon nature."

After all, she waved her long sleeves and walked out of the pavilion.

Behind him came the voice of pious reading of Buddhist scriptures:

"There is no suffering to gather and destroy the way, no wisdom nor gain, with no gain, Bodhisattva hangs down. According to Prajna Paramita, there is no concern for the heart, no trouble, no terror."

Wan Fei gave a sneer, with a look of disgust on her face, and her walking speed accelerated again.

Xia Ji chanted the sutras until the evening, and the fast food delivered was much lighter.

In the past, vegetable oil was used, but now it has been boiled. The flavoring and spices are not used, and the taste is almost tasteless.

The prince ate calmly, and thanked the maid after eating.

The palace lady hurriedly responded with trepidation, but at the bottom of her heart she felt that the prince was really gentle, different from other royals, and hurried out.

Not long after the court lady left, the Nine Emperor Gods came back. She seemed to be in a good mood, which was really good.

Xia Ji felt the happiness she had been missing for a long time, so she asked, "Xiao Su, what good things have you encountered?"

Xia Xiao Su Qi said: "Brother, how do you know?"

"It's all written in the eyes."

Xia Xiaosu blinked, and then leaned closer: "Brother, don't tell anyone."

Xia Ji smiled and touched her head, "Although the imperial city is big, who else can I tell?"

Xia Xiaosu got close and whispered softly: "That's it. Today I went to Leiyin Temple to pray for incense, and I met a little fox in the mountains where his leg was clamped by a trap. The blood was flowing and it looked very painful. .

So I helped it open the trap, put medicine on it, and did a simple dressing. The little fox was very psychic, rubbed my leg three times, and then reluctantly left. I am very happy to see that it can be saved and return to the mountains. I don't know what happened. "

As Xia Xiaosu spoke, she smiled immersed in memories.

Xia Ji also laughed. My sister is still a sixteen-year-old girl. Although she has been in the deep palace for a long time, her heart is still kind, or she feels that she is a bird in a cage and can bring freedom to the little fox. There is also the joy of empathy.

In the following days, the fast food became more and more plain, without oil and salt, and even the Nine Emperors could not bring meat and wine into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in order to prevent the Seventh Prince’s Buddhist cultivation from being disturbed.

Xia Ji was not impatient.

He has been waiting for more than two years. If he wants to get out of the small building, he naturally wants to wait for a time.

The time is fate.

Powerful, count also.

He was waiting for the current situation, that is, waiting for his own fate. If this fate is really mediocre and the world is really unhappy, then he will leave here directly with Xiaosu in a month and a half.

Now, the time has not yet arrived, and all the Buddhist scriptures that can be seen have already extracted the skill beads, and there is no other meaning except for reading.

So he asked for a piece of agarwood and a carving knife.

The Lanke chessboard on the ninth peak of Sumi impressed him very deeply. The chessboard with spiritual power is so mysterious, it can make people have the illusion that it is real.

He has the ninth level of Tathagata Zen, and he will still be involved, let alone others.

So, now he has nine levels of Tathagata Zen and nine levels of Burning Lamp Zen. Then why can't he try to incorporate spiritual power into the tip of the knife and into the woodcut rosary?

Therefore, before dawn, he got up, sat in the darkness, closed his eyes, holding a carving knife, and slowly carving the agarwood.

His hands are a bit thin, but stable.

A blazing sun radiating bright light appeared between the hand and the knife, but under Xia Ji's deliberate convergence, the light and heat of the blazing sun was limited to the tip of the knife.

This is the "Nine Sun Heart Sutra" that he extracted from the "Diamond Sutra".

The so-called Nine Yangs are based on the principles of the Five Elements, storing zhenqi in the heart, dantian, foot-yang, stomach, full sun bladder, hand sun small intestine, hand Shaoyang three meridians, spine, Zhiyang, and Baihui. The success of one point is to give birth to one yang, and all nine points are connected, which is an independent nine yang.

The whole body is like the earth, the viscera resembles the mountains and forests, and the nine suns are suspended in the air.

From then on, it was natural that all diseases did not recur, and the true qi was endless like a river.

In the darkness, the tip of the knife was shining with a dazzling, hot glow, and passing the agarwood is like passing paper, not fast, not slow.

Xia Ji's wrist turned over, and soon eighteen round wooden beads had been excavated.

Uncut, these are just wooden beads.

And eighteen, represents the six senses, six dust, and six consciousness.

Afterwards, he picked up the first wooden bead, put away the blazing sun in his palm, and even threw away the carving knife in his hand.

He only points his finger on the wooden bead, and the mighty Buddha intent of the Tathagata Zen mind has been gathered at his fingertips.

"Heaven and earth are in my heart, and my heart is also in heaven and earth."

His fingertips vacantly point on the wooden bead, obviously there is no strong power, he did not even go to carve, but the wooden bead is already changing on its own, until the wooden bead is surrounded by a faint layer of gold pulp, like a dragon in the gold pulp Wandering, the wood surface sinks, and the golden color swims until a "swastika" is formed.

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