Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

A faint fragrance filled the entire bedroom.

The Emperor Lin, who was half-recumbent on the soft slump, did not dress up, and his long hair fell like a waterfall. She was lazy, her eyes were blurred, she took a breath of the cigarette stick in her hand, and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"You've been working very hard these days..." Emperor Lin looked at Chen Luo, who was kneeling across from him, and said lightly, with no joy or anger in his voice.

"Returning to Grand Master, for the sake of the world and the well-being of the two worlds, it's nothing for the disciples to work hard." Chen Luo replied quickly, at the same time his mind was racing.

You didn't do anything out of the ordinary, did you?

Half an hour ago, while he was still eating hot pot and singing songs in the palace, Shangguan Wan'er suddenly appeared in front of him, saying that it was His Majesty's call.

As a result, I waited in this hall for half an hour, and the master came late.

It’s okay for juniors to wait for first-class elders, the key is—

He didn't even ask anyone to pour himself a glass of water, let alone the pastries that were prepared the last time he came!

Not even a seat, only a kneeling pad.

People, have eyesight!

This kind of thing does not need the master's order, and the palace servants should arrange it.

There is only one possibility!

Uncle Grandmaster specifically instructed: Leave him alone!

In other words, how did you make the master unhappy!

Is it because of the outage?

Impossible, what is the pattern of the master, can it be the same as those ordinary people in the world?

What else could there be?

He didn't hook up with Wen Feiqing either!

Did it happen that he secretly dumped Ming Ji and Tulong?

Chen Luo secretly raised his head and glanced at the master, only to see that the master was still expressionless, and his heart was even more nervous.

The epic sense of oppression from the great emperor!

Fortunately, this atmosphere didn't last long. After another breath of smoke, Emperor Lin said, "Really?"

"You have left Zhong Kui and Cui Shanque to handle the matter of the Eighteenth Hell and the Yin Law Division... What are you doing during this period of time?"

Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, then said, "This... disciple is... at..."

"Are you being naughty?" Emperor Lin snorted coldly, waved his hand, and suddenly a pile of memorials fell in front of Chen Luo.

"Take a good look, it's all about you!"

Chen Luo looked puzzled, picked up a memorial, and took a closer look: Huh? Isn't this the King of Hanging Mirrors?

Old man, backstab me!

Chen Luo opened the memorial, and saw the dragon and snake written on it, and wrote: "My Emperor Mingjian. Since the King of Fengdu opened the Yin Cao Difu, he has set a high salary standard, and promised to set up a year-end bonus and enjoy 16 salary."

"Ghosts in public office can enjoy two months of paid leave every year."

"What is needed for practice depends on the position, 60% is borne by oneself, and 40% is covered by the Yin Law Division! Any work-related injury, the Yin Law Division is responsible for the treatment."

"The promotion path is clear, and there are sequences for judges, seductions, and arrests."

"Every month, there are ghosts of grade three and above explaining the key to the path of cultivation for subordinates!"

"There are so many different kinds!"

"The Xuanjing Division's heart is floating, and his heart is longing for it. The old minister looks at it with a mirror, and 80% of the ghosts want to join the king of Fengdu."

"Wow! It's not that the old minister is powerless, but the King of Fengdu is unreasonable!"

"So the old minister made a bold statement - please ask the King of Fengdu to compile the Xuanjing Division, and the old minister is willing to assist the King of Fengdu to build the underworld!"

Chen Luo: (||?Д?)

The twist in this last sentence is a little abrupt.

You have drawn out the 40-meter broadsword, so you say you are an ally?

"This... hehe... King Hanging Mirror is really a joke." Chen Luo scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly.

Emperor Lin rolled his eyes at Chen Luo: "Sixteen of Dafeng's government officials, and thirteen of them made this joke with me!"

Chen Luo: (*???)

Not really. Doing this to me?

It's really stuck.

That is, if it were someone else, in such a situation, a hat with a conspiracy would be considered a safe bet.

But Chen Luo understands, and Emperor Lin also understands that most of the people here are nothing more than seeing Emperor Lin's love for Chen Luo and making a stand.

After all, Chen Luo is a yang body, and he will not stay in the nether for long.

Chen Luo looked at Emperor Lin again, who glared at him angrily, and said lightly, "Tell me, how to solve it?"

"Disciple go back and revise the welfare policy." Chen Luo sighed, "The treatment on the bright side is the same as that of Dafeng. The extra is not routine, and it is regarded as a reward from the Fengdu Palace."

Only then did Emperor Lin calm down a bit. Seeing Chen Luo's expression of being unable to lift his spirits, he hesitated and said, "After the two worlds have succeeded, I will naturally become the incarnation of the Dao, and I can't take care of mundane affairs!"

"Even if the underworld is completely established, Dafeng still has value."

"The number of ghosts in the ghosts is infinite, and it is impossible to reincarnate in time. It needs to stay in the underworld for a period of time. This Dafeng is prepared for these ghosts, so as to avoid the pressure of reincarnation or shock the world."

"Your center of gravity should be in the world, outside the sky!"

"As for the person who will be in charge of the Nether at that time, don't you still have ten palaces in your Nether Palace?"

"I intend for you to choose ten Hades to jointly manage the affairs of the Underworld."

Chen Luo was stunned when he heard the words, and looked at Emperor Lin, is this the arrangement of the powers of the Ten Temple Yama?

Just as Chen Luo was about to speak, Emperor Lin waved his hand: "But it's too early to say this now. The road is not yet completed, and the sea of ​​white lotus blood is still there. I'll have a chance to discuss it in the future."

"Well, the disciple will follow the instructions of the uncle." Chen Luo nodded, and then he planned to get up and leave. Unexpectedly, Emperor Lin frowned when he saw his action: "Who told you to stand up, kneel down!"

Chen Luo was stunned: Isn't the matter over?

Although he was muttering in his heart, his body was still obediently kneeling down again.

At this time, Chen Luo heard the next command from Emperor Lin: "I have something, I want to ask you..."

Chen Luo: ('';)?

Uncle Master, you asked me to do business, and let me kneel?

"Master, what's the matter?" Chen Luo asked.

Emperor Lin knocked on the cigarette rod and said, "Come out!"

The voice fell, and a figure appeared out of nowhere, and it turned out to be a monk in a cassock.

With a smile on his face, the monk first performed the eleventh ceremony with Emperor Lin and recited, "I have seen Your Majesty."

Then, he turned sideways again and looked at Chen Luo who was kneeling on the ground, and also bowed: "I have seen King Fengdu!"

Chen Luo looked at the monk and frowned slightly.

On the other side, he felt the breath of Buddhism belonging to the Western Regions. He looked at Emperor Lin again, and Emperor Lin said, "This is Master Yixiu, who was originally Jin Wuwei in front of the temple. Under the guise of a wrong case, he was angry with Daxuan and worshipped Buddhism in the Western Regions."

Chen Luo's eyes lit up: This is undercover!

Yixiu shook his head slightly: "It's a pity that Yixiu's background is shallow, and he has not made great achievements for so many years, which has lived up to His Majesty's high hopes."

"Aiqing doesn't have to be humble." Emperor Lin waved his hand, showing a rare pride on his face, pointed at Chen Luo, and said to the monk Yixiu, "This kid is known as Li Qinglian in the world, you can ask him if you have any requirements. !"

"If he can't write it, I will teach him a good lesson!"

Chen Luo looked puzzled: What do you mean?

What has it got to do with me?

The monk Yixiu smiled lightly, and stopped talking to Chen Luo, but waved his sleeves, knelt down opposite Chen Luo, and said, "King Fengdu, please listen to the poor monk."

"The poor monk reluctantly reached the second rank in the Pure Land of White Lotus, and was confounded with the title of Bodhisattva. But after all, it was Daxuan who defected, so he was not reused, and was excluded from the periphery, and many things could not be truly effective first. hand message."

"A few days ago, Di Lisa, the goddess of the White Lotus Pure Land, became the Five Decay Realm."

"Di Lisa's father is a great Buddhist Bodhisattva, whose real name cannot be said. I want to take this opportunity to cling to Di Lisa and get close to the core circle of the White Lotus Pure Land."

"When Di Lisha traveled to Daxuan in her early years, she became very interested in poetry and poetry. After she returned to the Western Regions, she also collected a lot of poetry and poetry."

"The poor monk wanted to write a poem, but his talent was limited. It was just this time that he returned to Dafeng to deal with some matters, so he thought of asking someone to catch a knife."

After listening to Chen Luo, he was a little puzzled: "But if you can catch a knife once, won't it be exposed for a long time?"

Yixiu shook his head and said: "Three or five ordinary poems, there is no problem with self-confidence. The key is to cast the ball. It must be a high-quality work, and it is good to impress Di Lisa in an instant."

Having said this, Emperor Lin added: "The person who is good at poetry and poetry in Dafeng is like a gentleman who crosses the river."

"Wen Feiqing, Li Yishan, Du Muzhi... These are all great masters of literature, and the poems written by them are all sung through the ages."

"But... it doesn't meet Yikyu's requirements."

Chen Luo was surprised: Xiao Li Du and Wen Tingjun could not meet the requirements?

Seeing Chen Luo's expression, Yixiu quickly explained: "It's not that the poems of Wang Jia are not good, it's mainly that they are not suitable!"

"Although the White Lotus Pure Land is a fake Buddha, it also has some Buddha intentions."

"You still need a little bit of Buddhist rhythm to be sure."

Emperor Lin took a puff of cigarette and said, "Speaking of which, if Wang Mojie follows me to the underworld, his poems should be the best choice. It's just a pity that he was consecrated earlier and entered the church."

"The Bodhisattva of the Five Decaying Realms in the White Lotus Land is not worthy of the Poetry Buddha to write for her."

"I see that your "Journey to the West" is very well written, and you should have some experience in grasping the rhythm of Buddhism!"

"Then you can write a song for Yixiu to bring back."

Chen Luo looked strange.

It seems to be insulted, and it seems that there is not.

Chen Luo's mind ran fast, looked at Monk Yixiu, and asked, "What do you like about Di Lisa?"

Monk Yixiu pondered for a moment and said, "The White Lotus Pure Land can't help but get married and fall in love.

"Di Lisa fell in love with a disciple of his father's family in his early years. For Di Lisa's future, his father killed the disciple and brought it into his Buddhist country."

"Since then, Di Lisa has tried to **** the disciple's soul more than once. In the end, her father was angry and directly dispelled the disciple's spiritual light. For this reason, Di Lisa announced that she would cut off her relationship with her father."

Chen Luo nodded, and when he flipped his wrist, a pen and paper appeared.

"Can you write now?" Emperor Lin was also a little surprised.

"Well." Chen Luo nodded, "A poem with a Buddhist rhyme, does it take a long time to think about it?"

"It's not about having a hand!"

Although there was a hint of a smile on the corner of Emperor Lin's mouth, his tone was still cold, and he said, "Then you can write it down and try it out. If you talk big, I'll see how I punish you!"

Chen Luo smiled and nodded and dropped the pen.

Just kidding, can there be a problem with the poems of Love Monk and Living Buddha?

"But once we met, we knew each other, and when we met, we didn't see each other."

"An De and Jun are determined not to teach life and death to be lovesick."

After writing the last word, Chen Luo handed the paper to Yixiu.

Yixiu looked at the poems on the paper in surprise, and the calm expression on his face was instantly brilliant. He looked at the paper, then looked at Chen Luo, and finally, a thousand words were pressed into his mouth, but he just stood up, bowed deeply, and said, "Fengdu Wang Dacai!"

"As soon as this article is published, if Yixiu can't succeed, then it is Yixiu's fault."

Before Chen Luo could speak, Emperor Lin took the manuscript and said, "You should remember it."

After speaking, he looked at Chen Luo again: "How can you be so good at writing love poems at a young age?"

"Use your mind more on the right things, and do less troublesome things."

But after speaking, Emperor Lin looked at the manuscript in his hand again and frowned.

"If you don't want to write another song, be a little more perfunctory, and be of a lower standard."

"The five degenerate realms of false Buddhas are not worthy of this poem!"

...

After completing the examination of Emperor Lin, Chen Luo returned to the Fengdu Palace.

From the conversation between Emperor Lin and Monk Yixiu later, Chen Luo also learned that the White Lotus Pure Land also seemed to have noticed the progress of Emperor Lin's life and death, and was currently planning some actions to interfere with the progress of Emperor Lin.

And the monk Yixiu was so anxious to contact Di Lisa because he wanted to get some news about the White Lotus Pure Land project.

The situation seemed to suddenly get serious.

Back in the palace, Chen Luo's slightly relaxed heartstrings tensed again these days.

In the Netherland War, his contribution is very limited, but from another level, he can still play a strategic role.

That is - "Journey to the West"!

Chen Luo deliberately suppressed the update speed because he hadn't thought about his own deity and Bai Mo's handling of "Xuanzang's acquisition of Wukong under the Five Elements Mountain" before.

But for now, let's write it first!

The ancients said: The car must have a way to the front of the mountain, if there is no way, we will make a way.

Can a living person suffocate urine?

Chen Luo immediately lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and his soul fluttered, crossing the two realms...

...

The world, Daxuan, Hanzhou.

Bai'an City.

A cloud covered the bright sun, forming a huge shadow, which just shrouded the sky above Bai'an Chengfu Ya.

Outside the yamen of Bai'an City, an old couple kneeled on the ground with a paper in their hands. Their hoarse voices could hardly make a sound, and their tears had dried up with deep despair.

Their daughter was brutally murdered!

But they couldn't get justice.

"Poor..." Not far away, a few tea-drinking guests sighed. Just as they were about to discuss a few words, they saw an official in an official robe coming out of the yamen, and immediately closed their mouths.

Under the official technique, any voice of political discussion will be detected by the official seal.

The official robe was blue, and it was a sixth-grade robe. It was the head of the palace in Bai'an City, a sixth-grade official named Song Zhang.

Seeing Song Zhang coming out, the old couple who were kneeling outside the mansion immediately walked forward on their knees and kept kowtowing in front of Song Zhang.

"Two old people, get up..." Song Zhang stretched out his hand to help, but the old couple refused to go in person.

Song Zhang let out a long sigh: "Hey... two, this case has been closed."

"Sir, no knot!" The old man struggled and roared in a hoarse voice, "My daughter is not a servant of the Chen family, but just to answer the old lady Chen's job and do things."

"Chen Mouzhi wanted to insult my daughter, but my daughter resisted, but was beaten to death by him! This is the conclusion reached by your government!"

"Now that the murderer is still at large in the city, how did this lawsuit end!"

At this moment, the staff around Song Zhang frowned: "Didn't the Chen family lose your family six hundred taels of silver?"

"That money, we don't want it!" The old woman also said with a weeping voice, "For six hundred taels of silver, can I buy my daughter's life? We have to kill for our lives!"

There was a helpless look on Song Zhang's face, and the aide also sighed: "Old brother, old sister-in-law, don't embarrass my lord."

"The Chen family, the ancestors of the semi-sacred family, although they have died and fell out of the ranks of the saints, they are also aristocratic families."

"If you can't punish the family, the law will not blame the saints!"

"The 600 taels are already my family's adults who have worked hard to come here for you."

The old man shook his head: "The old man doesn't understand what punishment and law. The old man only knows that killing people to pay for their lives and paying their debts is just and right."

"You are the official masters, you want to call the shots for us and give us justice!"

"Otherwise my husband and I will kneel and die in front of this yamen today!"

Hearing this, Song Zhang also rubbed his brows with a headache, and when he wanted to persuade him, he saw several yamen servants hurriedly approaching, one of whom was tied behind him with serious injuries.

Song Zhang frowned. At this time, the yamen had already come to Song Zhang, and they all rolled over and dismounted to untie the wounded on their backs. The injured person was dressed in the official government, and it was the official of the biased office.

"What's the matter?" Song Zhang asked as he stepped forward to check the official's injuries.

"Go back to your lord!" said a yacha, "Master Li insisted on arresting Chen Mouzhi, broke into Chen's house alone, and was beaten by Chen's family to make him look like this!"

Song Zhang immediately took out his official seal, used his luck to stabilize the other's injury, and glared at the policemen, "Alone? What are you doing?"

The yacha had an embarrassed expression on his face: "Sir, that's the Chen residence... we... how dare we go in!"

Song Zhang pointed at the crowd angrily and said, "Master Li is a hero who was transferred from the barbarian frontline. Why don't you stop him! You...you... alas!"

At this moment, the injured Master Li groaned, spit out a mouthful of blood, and slowly opened his eyes, he looked at Song Zhang, then at the kneeling old couple, and murmured: "Hold... I'm sorry. …”

The old couple looked at Mr. Li, who was full of wounds, and the last glimmer of hope in his eyes quickly dimmed. The old woman glanced at the dark clouds in the sky and suddenly shouted: "Oh my God, you open your eyes—"

Shouting, the old woman slammed into the stone tablet beside her...

The incident happened suddenly, and Song Zhang used his official skills to stop it, but he was a step behind. Just when everyone thought that another tragedy was about to appear before them, all of a sudden they only heard the sound of "Ouch", and the stone tablet did not know when it appeared before. An old man with a pedantic appearance, the old woman just slammed into the other side.

The old pedant took two steps back, looked at the old woman, rubbed the hit chest, and said, "Old sister, where are you hitting!"

Only then did everyone react, and the old man hurried forward and grabbed the old woman, hurriedly thanking the old scholar. But Song Zhang's eyes lit up, he walked quickly to the old scholar, bowed respectfully, and said, "I wonder if that senior is here?"

The old pedant glanced at Song Zhang and ignored it. Instead, he went straight to the injured Master Li, stretched out his hand and flicked it, and a cyan gas was injected into Master Li's body. In an instant, Master Li's body seemed to return to the earth in spring, and the naked eye could see it. Visible recovery.

Immediately afterwards, the old pedant stretched out his hand, and the old couple's paper was caught in his hand. The old pedant glanced at it and said, "Do you want justice?"

"It's better to buy justice from me, a penny, buy it or not?"

The old couple was stunned for a moment, and the old man quickly took out a few pennies from his arms and handed it to the old scholar: "Buy, buy, buy!"

The old pedant reached out and picked up a copper coin and nodded: "Okay, it's fair, I'll take it!"

After finishing speaking, the old scholar walked in the direction of the Chen residence. Song Zhang frowned and shouted, "Old gentleman, the Chen residence is an aristocratic family!"

"Noble family, what a piece of shit!" The old pedant waved his hand and kept walking. Song Zhang hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to take off the black gauze hat on his head, and shouted, "Old sir, let's go together!"

...

Not long after, the old pedant appeared in front of a magnificent mansion. Behind him followed Song Zhang and a group of yamen.

At this time, there were two servants at the entrance of the mansion, looking at the crowd, frowning, they naturally knew Song Zhang, saluted and said, "Sir Song, what do you mean?"

Just as Song Zhang was about to answer, the old scholar raised his hand to stop Song Zhang and stomped his feet lightly. Suddenly, a vast and boundless righteousness rose into the sky and quickly spread out, covering the entire mansion.

At this time, a voice sounded in the Chen Mansion: "I don't know which great scholar came, and Chen has lost his way!"

"Open the middle door, welcome the distinguished guests!"

"No need!" The old pedant yawned, "The old man made a deal and sold it fairly, come and pick it up!"

"This thing is on a little beast of your family!"

Saying that, the old scholar stomped his foot again, and saw a figure in the Chen residence being picked up by an invisible force and flying towards the door.

"Father, grandpa, help!" The person who was caught was disheveled at this time, and he didn't know what he was doing when he was caught. At this moment, his hands and feet were swaying randomly in the air, his face was pale with fright, and he shouted in the air.

"Chen Mouzhi!" The old couple saw at a glance that it was the murderer of their daughter.

"Brother, please respect yourself!" The majestic voice just now sounded again, "This is the direct descendant of my family, my Chen family is..."

"Isn't it an aristocratic family? I know it!" The old pedant dug his ears and looked at Song Zhang, "Little Caoguan, please verify your identity..."

Seeing the understatement of the old scholar, Song Zhang suddenly felt a sense of confidence in his heart and nodded: "It's the murderer, Chen Mouzhi!"

"That's good!" I saw the old scholar raised his hand and said lightly, "Justice is here!"

Saying that, the old scholar pointed at Chen Mouzhi and made a light stroke.

"Old man, you dare!" There was a roar from the Chen residence, and a huge force spurted out, heading straight for the old scholar.

But the old pedant raised his other hand and pressed it down suddenly, and he heard muffled groans coming from the Chen residence.

On the other side, as the old scholar's fingers drew an arc, a blood line appeared on Chen Mouzhi's neck, and the next moment, a big head fell off!

"Presumptuous!" The voice of Chen's house sounded again, his tone was full of suppressed anger, "Do you just do whatever you want when you think you are in the realm of seeking?"

"My Chen family is an aristocratic family, and my ancestors were more than half saints. You dare to leave your name, my Chen family, you, and your family will never let go!"

The old scholar clapped his hands, glanced at the Chen residence, and said lightly, "Old man, the most holy Confucius family!"

"Kong Yingda!"

"Welcome to seek justice!"

As soon as these words came out, the world was silent for a moment.

At this moment, in the sky, a blue light shot from a distance, and the great Confucian who called himself Kong Yingda stretched out his hand and grabbed the blue light. Are you going to try it?"

"Forget it, there will be no robbing within the human race. There is a chance to rob the demon race..."

After speaking, Kong Yingda looked at the quiet Chen Mansion again and said, "Don't be a coward, this old man is standing here, waiting for you to call someone!"

...

Fangcun Mountain.

Chen Luo's wooden body woke up slowly...

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The poem by Tsangyang Gyatso

But ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ this poem is written in Tibetan, and the literal translation is—

The first is best not to find out, so as not to be obsessed with it.

Second, it is best not to be familiar with habits, so as not to suffer later.

The version of Qijue we see now is the translation work of the translator, Mr. Zeng Jian.

I want more people to know about this.

In addition, in the original version of the old gentleman, the last sentence is "free from teaching and hard work for lovesickness", but combined with the context, I think in my writing method, it is more appropriate to use the popular "free from teaching life and death for lovesickness".

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