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Into the Liaozhai Volume 4: The Way of Demons Chapter 277: Encounter

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    When the lanterns come on, the lights are bright. Such a bustling night scene is rare to see in other cities. It seems to have a bit of a "city that never sleeps"

    Chen Jianchen took Yingning to find an inn to stay in, preparing to report to the Imperial College tomorrow.

    Tonight, I can take advantage of my free time to walk around the capital and taste special snacks, which is also a kind of relaxation.

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    Wherever there is repression, there is resistance. It is said that people in several state capitals have risen up and rebelled on a large scale.

    In a word, everywhere is in a mess.

    With the current situation in chaos, Chen Jianchen couldn't help but worry about his mother, Lu Xiyue and Abao who stayed in Jiangzhou.  Sometimes he thought that with the current situation, even if he went to the Imperial Academy, he would not be very happy after he came out.  Troubled times are coming earlier and more violently than expected. It is unrealistic to expect that one can turn the tide by serving as an official.

    Under the monarchy system, the root cause often lies in the emperor alone.

    ??The emperor is ignorant, and most of the results are changes in the court. This is the general trend.

    The moon is at the zenith of the sky, approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival. The moon is somewhat round, hanging coldly in the sky, like a huge eye overlooking the earth.

    After walking a few streets, Chen Jianchen and Yingning chose to stop at a restaurant on the street to order some side dishes and drinks.

    At present, the capital city is empty, the defenders are very weak, and their blood is thin. Ying Ning, as a demon body, comes and goes without much impact.

    The restaurant was very lively. The lanterns were raised high and the light was as bright as day. The guests were drinking and chatting happily, which was like "business women who don't know the hatred of losing their country, but still sing the flowers in the backyard across the river".

    I found a table facing the street, ordered a few side dishes and a jug of good wine, and sat across from Ying Ning, eating, drinking, and chatting.

    About an hour later, another person swarmed up. They were all dressed in gorgeous clothes and accompanied by servants. They were not afraid of the cold in autumn. They held golden fans in their hands, which they would open and shake from time to time, showing a graceful demeanor.

    It was a young man who was surrounded by several beautiful women, teasing and laughing all the way.

    While looking around, the leader saw Chen Jianchen sitting in front of the window, his eyes lit up, he immediately came over and said with a smile: "Oh my, my, isn't this Liu Xian?"

    Chen Jianchen had already recognized him. He could be said to be an "acquaintance", the grandson of Zheng Guogong, Zheng Shuliang.  They had had an affair with each other at Kaitai Academy, but unexpectedly they met in the capital before they entered the Imperial College.

    "It turns out to be Mr. Zheng. I haven't seen him for a long time, but he still looks like he is."

    Chen Jianchen stood up and slightly cupped his hands as a courtesy.

    Zheng Shuliang's face darkened, he glanced at Yingning again, and snorted coldly: "Chen Liuxian, when you arrived in the capital, you did not report to the Imperial College as soon as possible, but instead wandered around. This is a great disrespect to the academy, and it is really a waste of time to study the sages' books."

    Chen Jianchen said: "Oh, Mr. Zheng is familiar with the books of sages, and he must have the talent to help the world. When the world is in trouble, why do you come to drink and have fun?"

    Hearing this, Zheng Shuliang¡¯s companions immediately changed their expressions angrily and nodded:

    "Who are you? How dare you say something so stupid!"

    "You are so bold, you dare to rush into me in the capital"

    "Shu Liang, as long as you say a word, I will immediately ask my servant to teach this guy a lesson."

    Zheng Shuliang waved his hand and sneered: "It doesn't matter, he is a classmate of mine in the Imperial College. We will have many opportunities to communicate in the future, let's go."

    He led everyone to the side room.

    Yingning said angrily: "These young masters are so arrogant that they deserve to be beaten."

    Chen Jianchen said coldly: "You don't need to pay attention to the dead bones in the grave."

    "The Law of Writing" swept across the world, which undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to the already declining literary style. Most of the scholars who dared to express their thoughts were arrested and killed, leaving only some insipid voices to whitewash the peace.

    From a high position, looking at the bustling landscape below, I sighed in my heart: How long can such prosperity last?

    Under the same bright moon, two monks met head-on on the streets with endless traffic.

    One is wearing a bright red cassock, full of heaven, with three long strands of beard, and his hands are empty; the other is wearing a white monk's robe, as white as snow, with a handsome face and a very young appearance. As long as he smiles at the corner of his mouth, he can charm many women.  pilgrim.

    Behind the monk in white robes, there is also a young man dressed in Tsing Yi. Although she is dressed in men's clothing, her eyebrows are charming, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell that she is a woman.?

    Master Ksitigarbha looked at Monk Mingxiao, and suddenly clasped his hands together and said, "Anita Buddha, how do you call this master?"

    "The poor monk Jinshan Temple is at dawn."

    "It turns out to be Master Mingxiao. I wonder why Master is here?"

    The dawn monk's eyebrows were calm: "Why did the master of the Tibetan come, as well as the poor monk."

    Master Ksitigarbha said with a kind face: "The Buddhist schools all over the world come from the same origin. Why is Master so persistent?"

    Monk Mingxiao was unmoved: "An old saying goes, 'If oranges grow in Huainan, they become tangerines; if they grow in northern Huaibei, they become tangerines. This happens at one time and the other at the same time."

    Master Ksitigarbha¡¯s beard is waving: ¡°Master has forgotten his sect in countless scriptures, how can he have a Buddha in his heart?¡±

    Monk Mingxiao put his hands together and said, "The heart of the poor monk is here, and the Buddha is also here."

    They spoke with a Zen meaning, and people passing by were curious, but they couldn't get close at all. When they got a little closer, they were pushed away by a soft force, and they were shocked in their hearts.

    Master Ksitigarbha said solemnly: "But I, the Buddha, said that if I don't go to hell, who will?"

    When he said this, the lotus flower bloomed on his tongue, and there was a faint golden image rising into the sky, like a mountain, pressing down on the monk Mingxiao.

    ?????????????? Monk Mingxiao said nothing, he put his hands together slightly, and his own power emerged, wrapping the invisible golden body and turning it into nothingness.

    The woman in green clothes behind her turned pale, and she almost couldn't help but reveal part of her tail.

    Master Ksitigarbha laughed loudly: "Master, you have such a good idea. Why don't you go outside the city and talk about Sutras and Zen? Otherwise, you won't see the real Buddha."

    ??????????? Monk Mingxiao said, ¡°That¡¯s good, please!¡±

    "please."

    The two of them were walking in tandem, waving their sleeves and robes, and ordinary people could only feel that a figure flashed before their eyes. But when they saw it for real, they disappeared without a trace. They could only think it was because they were dazzled.

    Deep in the Forbidden City, there is the Hall of Nourishing Heart.

    At this time, there was a green lantern in the hall, which was shining brightly; outside the hall, He Jie loudly reported the fortune-telling results of Master Ksitigarbha, and put it aside, not daring to say anything.

    A moment later, Emperor Zhengming¡¯s voice came from the palace: ¡°I already know, please go back to your home.¡±

    ¡°Old minister, I retire, long live the emperor.¡±

    After He Jie knelt down and worshiped, he quickly withdrew.  Since the beginning of the year, the Holy Master has been obsessed with the art of Zen practice and began to worship the Buddha. Not only did he spend a lot of manpower and material resources to obtain Buddhist scriptures from the Indian country, he also began to practice it himself.

    Even so, Emperor Zhengming¡¯s control over the affairs of the state was still very stable. Once he opened the mouth of Chrysostom, he ordered the administration to be carried out without any doubt.  Even though He Jie is now inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people, he is still in awe of the emperor and does not dare to have any dissent.  Did he know that as of today, one hundred and thirty-eight ministers have been imprisoned in the sky prison.

    He Jie never wants to be the 139th.  [To be continued

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