The Empress’s Gigolo

In the early morning, under the Baiyun Mountain is like a bustling city. It is difficult to imagine that in this wild countryside, or in winter, there will be many people gathered under the mountain, and there is also a morning market.

Fritters, ravioli, quiches, pies, and other stalls were full of food on almost every side of the road.

Ren Yaqian also saw a lot of Buddha beads, Guanyin and Buddha pendants, Buddhist scriptures, everything here seems to be related to Buddhism.

Ren Baqian carried a meat bun, holding soy milk in one hand, and bloodshot eyes in both eyes. Rushing here for one night, he felt like he was fighting too.

Without rushing up the mountain, I turned around in the morning market at the foot of the mountain, and when there were interested stalls, I stopped for a while.

Da Yao's palace is fine, but it is too deserted. Staying there for a few days, I began to miss the lively place again.

People are like this, they are complicated, or they always want things that are not in front of them.

After staying at the foot of the mountain for a while, Ren Baqian followed the pilgrims up the mountain and climbed up the mountain road. At the position of the mountain gate, he stood for a long time before entering.

After entering, I saw an L-shaped pool, an arch bridge over the pool, and then it was a huge building.

"Hello, I want to ask to see Master Suwen. It was Master Yuanji of Sadness Temple who asked me to come." Ren Baqian said, holding a young monk not long after he entered the temple.

"The donor waits a moment here, the poor monk goes to the abbot," said the young monk.

After a while, Ren Baqian was invited to a guest hall in Houshan, where he sat for a while and saw a young monk coming in from the outside.

In his early thirties, his eyes were extremely bright, yet they gave the lake a clear bottom. Just looking at these eyes can make people directly ignore his appearance.

It is said that the eyes are the window of the soul. Is this person the clear mind? Ren Baqian thought so subconsciously, and quickly got up: "I've met the master."

Another thing was found when looking down, the monk was barefoot. You should know that it's really bad to walk barefoot in winter now, and Ren Baqian suddenly respects him.

"I've seen the donor. The donor came from Brother Yuanji. I don't know what to do to find a poor monk?" Su asked sitting on the chair with a gentle smile on her face. The sound is very clean, yes, from the beginning to the end, the monk feels clean, whether it is eyes or sound. Even if there were dust on his feet, he still felt like Ren Qianqian.

"Master, because I want to do one thing, I actually want to visualize a picture in a state of silence. I must keep my mind clear and thorough, and do it without any thoughts. How can I do it? Within months. "Ren Baqin asked respectfully. He didn't want to say this in detail, but he didn't get the solution in the first two places. This person looked extraordinary, so he said it truthfully.

Su Wen asked for a moment and then said, "You look at the picture every day, every day, every day, from morning to night, you eat, and you sleep, and you don't let that picture leave your sight for a moment, until that picture. Take all your mind, and you can do it without a slight gap. "

"So simple?" Ren Baqin asked in surprise.

"It looks simple." Su asked laughed.

Ren Baqian thinks carefully, this method is indeed easy to understand and difficult. Look at a picture day and night, not to be distracted at all. From morning to night, I don't know how long, so that there is no trace in the center of the eye except the picture.

Although difficult, this is a way to eliminate distractions. And it saves more time than that Ningshen method.

"Thank you, Master, is there any other way?" Ren Baqian still asked.

"There are losses and gains, you don't want to give, how can you get." Su asked with a smile.

Ren Baqian got up and said, "Thank you, Master."

Anyway, this is a recipe.

"Don't worry, wait a moment." Su asked smiled at Ren Baqian and got out of the house.

Ren Baqian didn't know what he meant, so he stayed in the room waiting.

After a while, Su asked back with a thin booklet in her hand, and handed it to Ren Baqian: "This donor can also see on weekdays, how much it has the effect of calming the soul."

"Thank you, Master." Ren Baqian arched again, but he was used to this kind of bowing, completely subconscious.

"It doesn't matter. But the poor monk also wants to say something, the donor can remember. Things in the world can be lost and gained. If you want to be sincere, you can't exchange it with your sincerity.

After hearing this, Ren Baqian was stiff, and felt that his heartbeat was accelerating, and he said at half a moment, "Thank you, Master, for reminding me, but I don't know what the master said."

"The impoverished monk thought of an old man for a while, and felt it. The donor must not be surprised." Su asked with a smile: "The donor please."

Ren Baqian came out of the temple and still felt cold on his back.

What exactly does this monk know? How could it be untargeted?

After thinking about it for a long time, Ren Baqian couldn't think of it. No one can know what happened to him in another world.

After thinking about it, he only came up with an idea. Could this monk see a peach blossom debt on his face like a fortune teller? It is possible to think about this. After all, those traditional things have been passed on for so many years, and they have been indistinguishable from true and false. If there is such a capable person, it can be considered acceptable.

I felt a little relieved about Ren Yaqian's heart here.

After this incident, the monk was always a little mysterious in his heart, so he paid more attention to the method he said.

Such a character, shouldn't you fool yourself?

After going down the mountain, Ren Qianqian glanced at the booklet in his hands, and on the cover was the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra.

After opening it, it was found that there were only three pages, one page of Scripture and two pages of interpretation. No wonder it was so thin.

It was already midnight to go back all night, and fell asleep in bed.

Another day, Ren Baqian returned to another world with candy and wine. This time the wine was bamboo leaf green. Anyway, it was bought by the supermarket, and the authenticity is not clear. From an early age, martial arts novels were burned with knives, bamboo leaves, and the like. He always had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

So when you see it, you buy it for the empress.

In fact, the Empress does not go to the court every day, it is about once every three days. After all, there are not so many things to be dealt with. Some things are handled by the veteran and the six ministries. Only important things are said at the meeting.

Ren Baqian met the emperor in the garden last time. I saw her sitting in a red dress, her hair slipped directly from her back, and she played with the music box. After seeing Ren Baqian, she handed it to the maid.

"Either you are here, tell a story to You, it wasn't finished last time," said the Empress casually.

Ren Baqian listened to these words, put the rest first, and continue to talk about "Feng Shen Bang"

After all, it's a long time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It's been a month on both sides, and it took me a while to figure out where I was last time.

As the story progressed, Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, Yang Yan, and ecclesiastical Wanxian were born, and the story became more and more exciting.

It wasn't until noon that he accompanied the empress to lunch, and Ren Baqian stopped the story.

I do n’t know if it ’s the relationship between the lights. Today's empress seems to be very charming to Ren Baqian, Ren Baqian can't help but look a few more.

"Today you have a lot of courage." The Empress said with his eyes on his face.

Ren Baqian's recent courage is indeed a bit bigger.

After all, the Emperor always felt that the empress was moody, and with her hand stretched out, she could kill him, and she was always careful. But when he found that the empress was just an ordinary person in some ways, even a little girl, the fear in his mind was slightly reduced, at least not as cautious as before.

"The minister just thinks that if the beauty of the world is colored, it must be red at this time."