Talk about the world of mortals in detail

In today's Daqiu Temple, the abbot master, who was revered as a lawless monk by the people of Anguo where Daqiu Temple is located, suddenly stood up from the Zen room, then hurriedly walked to the door of the Zen room and looked outside.

"Master Abbot!" "Master Abbot, what's wrong with you?"

The monks who were guarding outside, as well as the several novices who were chanting sutras together in the abbot's Zen room, also all made noises of surprise.

The helpless monk had a smile on his face.

"Well done, well done, happy today!"

The helpless monk put on his monk shoes and walked quickly outside. Along the way, the monks of Daqiu Temple saluted him one after another, and some pilgrims also saluted respectfully when they saw it.

The reason why Daqiu Temple is highly respected is not only because it has always had a strong Buddhist atmosphere, but also because it sheltered countless people during the war years and has some special legends.

The divine monk Wen Abbot is considered by the surrounding villagers to be a living Bodhisattva. Many people come to Daqiu Temple not only to worship the clay sculptures in the Buddhist temple, but more likely to worship Wen Abbot. However, it may be because of this. The monk has made fewer appearances in recent years.

When Monk Noble arrived at the gate of Daqiu Temple, a small group of people were already walking down the steps, led by Xue Tian, ​​who was dressed in white.

Although Xue Tian calls the abbot his master, he does not wear monk robes and is not ordained. He also has a very special status in Daqiu Temple. A few pilgrims know that some senior elders in Daqiu Temple are in awe when they see Xue Tian.

"Master - look who's coming!"

Xue Tian raised his head and shouted happily. At the same time, he subconsciously used both hands to support the little mink on his head, fearing that it would slip off because of his head tilted up. However, Hui Mian kicked off his hind legs and jumped back onto Yi Shuyuan's shoulders.

Unable to do so, the monk walked out of the mountain gate and quickly walked down the steps. From afar, he was already performing Buddhist rituals to several people who came. Every one of these people who came was a person with a name spread throughout the three realms.

Needless to say, the old monk could guess that the man in white next to Mr. Yi must be Mr. Bai!

"Master Wu, are you okay?"

"The poor monk will be very happy that several donors can come to Daqiu Temple. Please!"

When Yi Shuyuan and others arrived at the mountain gate, they could not help but that there were already many monks from the temple gathered at a slightly outer position to watch the monk, and there were also some pilgrims looking curiously.

Nowadays, when the royal family of Anguo comes to Daqiu Temple, Master Abbot may not go out to greet them.

However, when the old monk and a few people arrived, no one dared to ask more questions. There were only monks and pilgrims discussing in low voices until everyone disappeared into the monk's room in the backyard.

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There is a Zen pavilion on a small peak behind Daqiu Temple. Everyone can go up the steps and sit in the pavilion. Cooking tea and eating plain snacks is the best occasion to talk to each other.

Although he came here because of the snowy incident, when he arrived at Daqiu Temple, he talked less about the dragon clan's practice and more about the current situation here.

"Yandi divides the world into nine parts, and the relatively balanced pattern it has formed now is the result of the constraints imposed by all parties in this land."

The helpless monk said this, while Xue Tian on the other side was diligently pouring tea for the people sitting there. Of course, Hui Mian would not be left behind, while he himself was standing.

Yi Shuyuan did some calculations with his fingers, and something became clear in his mind.

"Perhaps Dayong's secret efforts are indispensable."

The helpless monk nodded.

"Of course there is. A few years before the founding of Anguo, officials from the Dayongli Ministry visited many times and even came to Daqiu Temple."

Yi Shuyuan could even feel that the biggest pushers were some officials headed by Yu Ziye. They didn't want Yan to be in chaos, and they didn't like to see Yan unified. Now it was just right, and they could trade with each other.

As for the country, Dayong's country is already large enough, so large that it has caused a great burden to some extent. In addition to cattle, sheep, livestock and horses, many other grasslands have to be transported from the south to the north.

The biggest benefit of the grassland and the northwest lands is not some special products, but the elimination of the threat of plunder and embezzlement by the grassland tribes against Dayong Dongfangyan in the south of the grassland in one fell swoop. It will also be a huge barrier in the future.

Therefore, Yu Ziye and other officials believed that the Yan region could not remain in chaos, and that the existence of the Nine Kingdoms was enough to support the major military governors in the northwest of Dayong with a surplus through reciprocal international trade.

This is Dayong's unique plan for Dingbian. Perhaps it is also one of the great achievements that Youzong considered himself during the first year of Yongshao's reign.

Of course, Youzong Xiang Yi's achievements are mainly reflected in the fact that he was merciful in the end and did not overturn the decision that the majority of bureaucrats agreed with, rather than catering to his own idea of ​​sending troops to attack Dayan.

But no matter what, even the current situation is much better than complete chaos. As for what will happen in the future, who knows.

"So, monk, your status is not low now. Daqiu Temple is also the number one temple in Anguo. The royal family has come to listen to your opinion?"

Hui Mian asked with a smile. Before the old monk could answer, Xue Tian had already spoken.

"And today's Anguo governs one and a half states of the original Dayan, with a total of thirteen prefectures, which are now thirteen states. No one knows about Daqiu Temple, so anyone in the nine kingdoms of Yan who has some knowledge and insight will know it. The name of Daqiu Temple.”

The one state and half thirteen prefectures mentioned by Xue Tian are different from Dayong’s. The original state boundaries of Dayong are very different from those defined by Dayong. They are much larger than the states of Dayong, so the number of states It is also much less. Maybe the definition of a prefecture in a state is similar to that of a state in Dayong.

Nowadays, in order to make the area under their jurisdiction sound more extensive, the nine kingdoms of Yandi have all imitated Dayong and changed the prefecture and county system to the state and county system. Only a few places such as the capital removed some counties and changed the original prefecture to the capital.

The old monk also smiled slightly.

"The emperor of the world hopes that the people will support him and value etiquette and have a sense of shame. I can say a few words. If I am obsessed with profit and desire, I am just an old monk in their eyes."

"That's true."

Yi Shuyuan said with a smile. Qi Zhongbin was thinking about it, thinking of the absurdity of Yongyou Sect before.

Xuetian secretly glanced at Ao Po from time to time, but the latter was always calm. He would take a sip of tea from time to time and rarely spoke.

In Daqiu Temple, Yi Shuyuan and others talked a lot with monk Wufa. Many things were interesting, and more things were sad.

A long time ago, the people of Dayong admired Dayan. After many years, the mentality of the two places changed. Yan still had a sense of superiority, but the people of Yong had already lost their flattery, and the two places were hostile to each other.

Now, in the nine countries of Yan, there is a trend of admiring Dayong in terms of cultural customs and other aspects. There are many people who talk about Dayong and the upper country.

It's really a matter of time!

The news that the abbot of Daqiu Temple personally went out of the temple to welcome the distinguished guests soon spread to Daoxing Mansion outside the mountain, that is, in the capital. When Emperor Anguo heard about this, he sent people to Daqiu Temple the next day to see who this distinguished guest was, and even wanted to invite the distinguished guest to the palace.

The emperor sent a close eunuch to come, and the monks of Daqiu Temple naturally did not dare to stop him, but he went to various places in the backyard of Daqiu Temple, and finally came to the Zen pavilion on the mountain.

But the eunuch saw only an empty pavilion.

"Eunuch, I have said that the abbot and several donors are not here!"

The monk who followed behind saw this scene and felt relieved. The old eunuch looked back at him.

"Where did the master and those distinguished guests go? His Majesty has invited them. Do they still want to disobey the order?"

"I don't know, eunuch, you should go back to the palace to report!"

The monk said this, then turned and went down the mountain.

In fact, the old eunuch was just trying to scare people. The last edict of the Anguo Liguo Emperor said that Daqiu Temple should not be treated with disrespect.

And late yesterday evening, the people who were talking happily in the temple had already entered the "Mountain River Society Map", and it was naturally impossible for people outside to find it.

In the Dongtian Mountain and River Realm, a snow dragon swam freely in the endless waters, turning rivers and seas upside down, or raising huge waves. There has never been such a place to indulge outside.

After all, Xue Tian did not belong to the East China Sea Dragon Clan. As a dragon, he was more constrained than ordinary water creatures, but now he would not be, he has actually become a dragon protected by Bai Jun.

"Ang——"

In the dragon roar, the snow dragon broke through the water and rushed out of the water, and the scales on his body were shining.

On the top of the mountain in the distance, Yi Shuyuan and others stood here, the old monk silently chanted, and Qi Zhongbin and Hui Mian watched with a smile.

Hui Mian looked at the monk Wufa and said with a smile.

"The aptitude is not bad to begin with. He stopped at the edge of the cliff and was later influenced by Buddhism. Monk, you have a good disciple!"

Even Ao Po, who rarely spoke, echoed at this moment.

"It is indeed good. Thank you, Master, for letting Ao have a subordinate dragon!"

"Good! It is the honor of Xue Tian and the poor monk to be praised by the Dragon King and Senior Hui!"

Hui Mian suddenly jumped onto Yi Shuyuan's shoulder and whispered.

"Sir, you are finally not a lone dragon king. Don't you still have a pair of rulers? Do you want to use this treasure as a basis to try to get more dragons and water creatures? I'm talking about the old black dragon, not your own!"

Yi Shuyuan bent his right hand and flicked his finger towards his shoulder. Before Hui Mian could react, the flick flew to its head.

"Hiss"

Hui Mian rubbed his head in pain, and the monk Wu Fa next to him smiled and pretended not to see it.

"Nonsense, can I still pull mine out? I originally thought about whether I could refine the dragon pill with that ruler wood, but after experiencing the fire, I realized that it is not easy to transform into a dragon and should not be underestimated."

"Hehehe, that's what I said. I just think it's a pity to leave that treasure alone."

Huimian smiled like this, and Yi Shuyuan also smiled and didn't bother to pay attention to it. Whether it is to refine magic weapons or as a pill material, ordinary things are fine, but the more special things are sometimes not what you think, and you need the right time, place, people and telepathy.

When Yi Shuyuan got the ruler wood from the old dragon in the North Sea, he thought about refining the dragon pill to help his white dragon transform into a real dragon. Of course, the facts proved that it was much more difficult to transform into a dragon than imagined, but the dramatic thing was that he could transform into a dragon without the help of the pill.

"Ang——"

The dragon roar interrupted Yi Shuyuan's thoughts. It came in the snowy day wrapped in clouds and mist, and turned into a young man when it reached the mountain. Now he has a smile on his face and is very satisfied in his heart.

In fact, sometimes the dragons only need to be gently guided in their practice, and then feel the instinctive inheritance through their blood, which is enough to benefit them for a lifetime. The snowy day at this time also solved many of the original troubles. The key is that it can also integrate Buddhism and practice.

"Lord Dragon, Immortal Venerable, there is abundant spiritual energy here. I found that many fish in the waters of the mountain and river world have three points of spirituality. Maybe there will be many aquatic creatures in the future!"

The monk Wufa on the side looked at the boundless world and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's not just that there are many aquatic creatures, this is another world! The mystery of the sir's way is amazing to me!"