The snow gradually lightened, but it didn't stop

The palace is very lively, it is almost the New Year, from the Queen Mother to the ordinary palace maids, all preparing for the New Year.

The female official ordered it early, saying that it was to let the palace maids and chamberlains be busier before the New Year, and they would give everyone an extra monthly money during the New Year.

The Imperial Court Ministry and the Cabinet were also busy preparing for the enthronement ceremony.

In the palace, all kinds of lamps are hung at the door, pearls, pineapples, plum blossoms, yarns, glass, and the palace maids and chamberlains continue to sweep the snow.

The snow was lighter, and the snow on the ground was quickly swept away, and the cold wind passed through and condensed into a layer of ice.

There are a lot of salaries and treatments in the palace, and even if the palace servants who do rough work in the palace, they can have some money to take home during the New Year.

Therefore, at this time, you will not be lazy.

I was thinking about how much monthly money I could get this year.

Compared with the jubilant atmosphere of the inner palace, the atmosphere outside the city has been a little solemn in recent days.

In the past, there were not a few patrol soldiers in the New Year, and in the past few days, the number of soldiers stationed on patrol has increased significantly.

There are not many palace maids who have the right to go out to do things, and the people in the palace still heard that the atmosphere of these days is solemn, not only the king is on the throne, but also thousands of monks and Taoists come to Jinling to hold a puja.

The festival is five hours a day, every once in a while, there will be a change of people to preach, each other to discuss, because of the relationship with their own status, occasionally someone will go down to rest, most of the people listen carefully and argue, this Nanyuan is more lively.

On the third day of the puja, a forty-year-old monk was in charge of the Tao, and he sat in the front, and when he spoke loudly, several monks who were listening to the Dharma behind him quietly retreated.

At this time, the crowd was listening attentively, and no one noticed that they were leaving.

The wind and snow continued outside, much lighter than the previous two days, and several monks came to a vihara in the name of rest.

There was a fire burning in the brazier, and it was not cold inside.

A few people sat down, and one of the monks, seeing that there was no one around, said, "Have you noticed anything unusual?"

"What is Senior Brother referring to?" A monk frowned: "Speaking of which, the King of Chu is different from what we think, he seems to be a Ming Jun, and what he says in the foreign way may not be true, so we can't be led by their noses, right?"

"What the senior brother said is wrong, what does this matter have to do with the outer way? When the previous generation of holy monks has not yet passed away, they deduced who the true dragon of this world is, this is a matter known to the upper echelons, although the catastrophe has been changed the day after tomorrow, but it is not our turn to speak, the king of Chu seems to be Mingjun now, how can he expect it in the future?"

"Senior brother said, that ......"

"There are things that we have to do, we just need to do what the master said, and we don't need to pay attention to anything else, besides, even if there is any decree, it will be conveyed by the holy monks, we must not be confused by the king of Chu, no matter what the king of Chu says, we will let it be, remember!"

"Please rest assured, senior brother, we will never forget Master's advice!" several other monks hurriedly said.

A few people rested here for a while, seeing that the time was almost up, the monk got up and returned to the main hall, the great monk who was in ** before they left was still in front of the stage at this time, and several people were busy finding a corner to sit down in the back and listen carefully.

The Palace

Wang Hongyi sat behind the bookcase and read some of the folds handed over in the past few days.

As the New Year approached, the accounts, memories, and reports of each place were sent one by one.

It can be said that during this time, Wang Hongyi was very busy.

At this moment, a chamberlain cautiously entered, and there was a sound of footsteps on the gold bricks.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" asked Wang Hongyi without raising his head.

"Your Majesty, someone outside asks to see you, but the minister doesn't know him, only the official position of the seventh rank, but he has the token of the Forbidden Division in his hand. ”

"Curse Forbidden Division?" Wang Hongyi frowned slightly and said, "Let him come in." ”

"No!"

The chamberlain went out to bring people in, Wang Hongyi rubbed his neck, and felt a little sour, this time has passed, and when it comes to the New Year, it will be easier, but in May, it will be another battle.

As long as the world cannot be unified for one day, the military and political affairs will be heavy, and when I was thinking about it, the inner servant brought people in.

The sky was dark, and this person stood with the backlight at the door, saluting with a "snap", his eyes flashing with a faint light, and he looked very energetic.

This person Wang Hongyi knows, he is a loose cultivator in the Curse Forbidden Division, he is thirty years old, he has no sect to rely on behind him, and he is a little enthusiastic about fame, so he can be regarded as a usable person.

Wang Hongyi said: "Do you have something to report to Lonely? There are all lonely people here, you can report it directly." ”

When this man saw that the king said this, he no longer hesitated, and bowed down and said, "Your Majesty, the minister has brought the report of the Curse and Forbidden Division, and all the practical exercises in it are here!"

As he spoke, he held a scroll of paper in his hand high above his head.

Without Wang Hongyi to speak, the standing chamberlain walked over, took the paper scroll, walked in front of Wang Hongyi, and respectfully handed it over.

Unfolding the paper roll, Wang Hongyi swept it.

"This matter, you did a good job, Lone gave you a credit, go back first, continue to stare at them, find out what is going on, still write it down, and report it to Lone. ”

"Thank you, the king!" the warlock heard this, and hurriedly said, bowing and leaving.

Wang Hongyi looked at the record in his hand, and then looked at the information of the Thirteenth Division, and suddenly his smile disappeared, covered with a layer of frost, and sneered.

The snow was falling outside, and I hadn't seen it in a few years.

"Add some more charcoal to the brazier. Rubbing his eyebrows, Wang Hongyi instructed the waiter, picked up the pen and continued to review the folds.

A partial house in Nanyuan

A scribe was struggling to copy the words, saying that the speeches of the festival should be recorded in a concise and non-obstructive manner, and hundreds of recorders should be dispatched.

After that, it was a lot of work to turn scribbled records into official records.

Just then, a man came in.

The scribe raised his eyes, was startled, and knelt down with a "snap": "Say hello to Lord Yu." ”

Yu Liangbo smiled, went to the copywriter and sat down, not bad, looked through the documents casually in his hand, and said, "These are the transcripts?"

"Yes, they are all first drafts, polished and compiled into a booklet, one to be sent to the palace, one to the Ministry of Rites, and one to the Department of Curses. The scribe lowered his hand and said.

At this time, Yu Liangbo looked at it, he didn't speak for a while, he didn't speak, and the scribes didn't dare to speak, they all stood with their hands down, listening to the rustling sound of snowflakes outside the window.

After a long time, Yu Liangbo said: "Give me a copy of what has been copied, and I will read it first." ”

"Yes!" the scribe hurriedly took a document that had already been written and handed it over.

Yu Liangbo took it and left.

"Good go, my lord!" the scribe bowed to the ground, looked at his back, was stunned, and after a moment sighed and went back, continuing to transcribe the manuscript.

Yu Liangbo went out, took the manuscript, and the festival lasted for seven days, and finally formulated the rules for respecting the king, and seeing that things were going well, Yu Liangbo, who was in charge of the festival, and some officials were relieved.

On the last day, end the puja as soon as possible, and you can go back to your own place so that you don't have any further changes.

Just as I was thinking about it, music sounded outside.

Yu Liangbo just heard it, and immediately changed color, he was proficient in etiquette and music, and immediately knew that this was the joy of the king's travel, and immediately hurriedly shouted: "The king is here." ”

Hearing this, the surrounding officials hurriedly got up to greet them.

After a while, dozens of music followed, and about a hundred guards and eunuchs were honored guards, at this time, Yu Liangbo and the officials were about to kneel, Wang Hongyi hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't kneel, get up and follow Gu to the palace." ”

With a shrill voice from the chamberlain, the officials followed.

When they arrived in the hall, some of the chamberlains had already gone in first and shouted: "The king has arrived—kneel down!"

The music is a masterpiece, Huang Zhong Da Lu, harp harmony, chime copper chime, in the music, the musician first entered, and the monks and Taoists present had to "snap" and kneel.

The Emperor Heart Venerable also had to kneel on the ground, this ordinary person even felt only some, but the keen cultivator felt more, with the sound of music, a kind of majesty and magnificence, dominating heaven and earth, and the majesty of millions of corpses, instantly filled the entire hall, making people dare not face it, trembling all over.

The dragon qi, the dragon qi nurtured by the general trend of the whole world, the Emperor Heart Venerable felt a trace of black dragon qi boiling in his body, and couldn't help but change color slightly.

The sound of footsteps sounded, the music stopped, and the hall fell silent.

On the high platform, someone went up to the dragon seat, followed by the sound of brushing sleeves and clothes rubbing, and the whole hall was so quiet that the needle drop could be heard.

The emperor was majestic, as soon as he arrived, Wang Hongyi sat down and said leisurely: "The Qing family and the monks are even. ”

"Thank you, the king!" all the monks got up.

"I heard that today is the last day of the Festival, and I have some puzzled questions and want to ask you for advice. Wang Hongyi smiled slightly, glanced at everyone present, and suddenly said.

The monks present were all stunned, and they didn't know what the king of Chu meant.

However, one Brahma and two people came out of the ranks, the Brahma Gate is the wisdom master, and the Daomen is the Jade Faith Taoist, both of them came out of the line to salute, and said in their mouths: "Don't dare to be, I am willing to solve the doubts for the king." ”

Looking at the two of them, Wang Hongyi smiled slightly, looked at the master of wisdom, and asked: "Lonely heard of the practice of Brahmanism, clear and insightful, out of the world, there are great supernatural powers, but Lone is an ordinary man, but he has never seen it." ”

"Today there is a chance, there is a lonely doubt I want to ask, is it difficult to practice in Brahman, and in the eight hundred years of the Central Plains, how many people have achieved Brahmanism?"

Hearing the question of the King of Chu, the Daomen changed color slightly, but the wisdom master's eyes lit up, revealing a solemn appearance of compassion and compassion, and said: "Brahmana practice, Hinayana insight, Mahayana law, it is difficult to say, easy to say, as long as you know the root of Brahmanism, with nothing to do, you will be successful." ”

After a pause, his eyes shot out the light of profound wisdom: "The Brahma Gate has been in the Central Plains for 800 years, and the Central Plains is related to the common people, this is a great law, a big difference, there are countless people who have become Brahman gods, and one hundred and eighty Dharma veins in Middle Earth can all become Brahmans, although they are not great Brahma gods, but they are also a fruit Brahma gods." ”

Wang Hongyi smiled and said: "Gu understands, there is a difference between the Brahman Ancestor, the Great Brahma God, and the Brahma God, but they can be different, and there is a difference in offerings?"

The wisdom master showed a hint of a smile and said peacefully: "Brahman, the great Brahma God, although there is a difference, they are all saints who have escaped the cycle of life and death, and there is no difference in nature.

"How many people have become Brahmans?"

"Seven-day discussion of the Dharma, those who can reach the king and listen to heaven are all those who have become Brahmans. ”

When Wang Hongyi heard this, he looked at the official: "Take the record." ”

"No!" The official didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly took the record and presented it to the King of Chu for reading.

Wang Hongyi glanced at it, only recorded these on the spot, there were one hundred and twenty Han people who became Fan, sneered in his heart, Wang Hongyi's eyes slowly swept over everyone, and asked: "Since the Brahman nature is one, the Futian is vast, there is no difference, why is there only Xindu Brahma in the temple, and there is no Han Brahman?" (To be continued.)