Chapter 2002: A Story as Ethereal as Fairy Clothes

Fu Zhiwen thought for a while and said: "Friend Xiao, as the saying goes, great sounds are silent, great elephants are invisible, and the real treasure is to return to the original simplicity! I have never seen the magic pen, but I heard that the magic pen is not made of any fire dragon bones, nor is it made of other monsters, but a kind of green bamboo. Only the green bamboo can write out the real noble spirit! In particular, when the magic pen appears, there is always a faint clear air, which can rush straight up to the sky and echo with the Wenqu Star in the sky. It is said that when holding the magic pen to write a scroll, you can use the literary spirit of Wenqu Star to attract the noble spirit of the world..."

"Wow... so powerful! Then this green bamboo... is definitely not an ordinary item!" Xiao Hua smiled and smacked his lips.

"Indeed! According to legend, this green bamboo was picked from the favorite green bamboo of the Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Palace, and was made by a master who had cultivated to the level of a literary saint!"

"Immortal Palace?" Xiao Hua couldn't help but mutter in his heart after hearing the Empress and the Immortal Emperor one after another, and whispered, "Master Fu, do you know where the Immortal Palace is?"

"Hehe, how could I know?" Fu Zhiwen shook his head as expected, "Maybe one day I can cultivate to the level of a literary saint, and then I can get a glimpse of the mystery of the Immortal Palace!"

"Oh? What do you mean?" Xiao Hua asked curiously.

Fu Zhiwen smiled and said, "On the Cangxian Continent, any Confucian scholar who can cultivate to the realm of Dao Wensheng can receive an invitation from Emperor Gou Chen and Empress Dong Min to attend the Heavenly Feast at the Immortal Palace. Although the road to the Immortal Palace is guided by special Immortal Palace warriors, the specific location of the Immortal Palace will not be known to these Confucian scholars. But after all, they can see the wonders of the Dao Immortal Palace!"

Xiao Hua nodded slightly: "In other words, even if you participate in the Heavenly Feast, you can't know where the Immortal Palace is!"

"Well, it should be! Otherwise, this Immortal Palace has existed for many years, but there is no rumor about the location of the Immortal Palace on the Cangxian Continent!" Fu Zhiwen nodded.

"Haha, let's not talk about the Immortal Palace!" Xiao Hua didn't care about the location of the Immortal Palace. After all, it was the ultimate of Confucian cultivation, and it was really far away from himself, "Let's talk about the ten great imperial instruments!"

Fu Zhiwen pointed his hand at the fallen Fire Dragon Hair. Said: "Fellow Daoist Xiao already knows the second stroke of genius, and the tenth imperial weapon is the Thousand Changes Scarf!"

"Thousand Changes Scarf?" Xiao Hua heard it and laughed, "This word 'Thousand Changes' sounds... how come it has some connection with the magic weapon of my Taoist sect?"

Fu Zhiwen laughed and said: "Fellow Daoist Xiao, didn't I say it before? Although this Taoist sect has been in decline for a long time, Taoism and Confucianism are generally passed down from ancient times, and each sect has its own advantages and disadvantages. There are also references from each other! As for who is the essence of whom and who is the fabrication of whom, who can still tell them apart now? The Thousand Changes Scarf is a Confucian scarf used by Confucian scholars. It is rumored that when worn on the head,

not only can the appearance be changed at will, but also when reciting poems and books. The clear air on the top of the head can reach the stars, communicate with different constellations at different times, and can also use the power of the stars when drawing inscriptions!"

"Inscription?" Xiao Hua heard a new word again.

Fu Zhiwen immediately explained: "Inscriptions are words written with divine strokes and containing great spirit. These words are written on paper, and the paper becomes a scroll! If they are written directly in the air to defeat the enemy, it is called an inscription! Oh, yes. The words engraved on the jade box just now can be called an inscription! This inscription should be similar to the runes of Taoism."

Xiao Hua nodded: "So, Xiao understands! These runes and inscriptions are indeed similar in nature!"

"The ninth imperial weapon is as ethereal as a fairy robe." Fu Zhiwen said again, "The greatest effect of this imperial weapon is that it can make auspicious clouds in the sky, and it is similar to the white Dancing with the Clouds is the fastest flying of the ten imperial weapons, and it is considered a real imperial weapon. Of course, this fairy clothing can also be invisible and phantom, even as strong as Wen Sheng. It is not easy to detect. "

"My goodness, so who can wear this ethereal fairy clothing, there are almost no people in this world who can defeat him! In this life... Even if you can't beat him, you can still escape with your life!"

"Hehe, that's true!" Fu Zhiwen said with a smile, "Speaking of this ethereal fairy clothing. There is a wonderful thing!"

"Oh? Tell me quickly! ~" Xiao Hua likes strange things the most, and retracted his eyes from the auction.

"This incident happened in the Pure Land World!" Fu Zhiwen said slowly, "Buddhism has always claimed to be compassionate and sympathetic to the world. They even shouted slogans such as "Don't kill ants when sweeping the floor, and cherish the moths that fly under the lampshade." However, a Confucian scholar from my Tibetan Immortal Continent thought that human nature is evil, so how could there be such a compassionate person? Even if there are such people, it is impossible for the entire Buddhist sect to be like this! So, in front of a famous temple in the Pure Land World, a beggar with a very ferocious image and a very dirty body appeared! This beggar would come every morning when the porridge was distributed, and would leave after drinking the porridge! He would not give this person any mercy at all. At the beginning, the monks of this temple were very obedient and never tired of it. They chanted the Buddha's name every day, gave porridge to the beggar, and explained some Buddhist teachings while serving porridge. Unfortunately, the beggar didn't listen at all. This went on for three years. The beggars who ate porridge came and went, but the beggar remained the same, coming and going regardless of wind or rain. The beggar didn't change, but the monk who gave porridge became lazy. From the fourth year on, the bowl of porridge slowly became half a bowl, and he no longer taught the beggar any Buddhist teachings, but just chanted the Buddha's name to get by! "

"Now that we have started to slack off, it will become even more uncontrollable in the future~!" Xiao Hua said thoughtfully, "The monk who is giving porridge is not a senior monk in the temple, I am afraid he has fallen into the trap of this beggar... "

"It's true... Before he reached his sixth year, the monk who gave out porridge had already started to speak harshly to him, and even drove the beggar away when no one was around! He had long forgotten about the so-called compassion of Buddhism. "Fu Zhiwen said with a smile, "The saddest thing is that one day in the seventh year, it seemed to be extremely cold. Except for this beggar, no other beggar came to drink porridge, and the rule of this temple is that as long as someone comes to drink porridge, , you have to give porridge! I don’t know if the monk who was giving porridge was in a bad mood, or because it was cold and he didn’t want to give porridge, or for some other reason. In short, the monk actually had a conflict with the beggar while he was giving porridge. ! Cracked the beggar’s head with a porridge spoon and his brains splattered everywhere!”

"Good boy..." Xiao Hua smiled, "Now the trouble is big!"

"Yes, such disasters...are really big or small!" Fu Zhiwen said seriously, "This is also the key to the beggar's test of the monk! After all, whether he gives porridge or not, and whether he is patient or not are all trivial matters! This life and death is a matter of life and death. Righteousness, whether he is a beggar or not!”

"Oh, this Confucian scholar is so forbearing!" Xiao Hua sighed, "He actually spent six years of hard work to explore the good and evil of human nature...the hypocrisy of Buddhism!"

"The most fearful thing in the world is this kind of persistent inquiry!" Fu Zhiwen shook his head, "If Fellow Daoist Xiao doesn't have such persistence, the path he can take in the future... I'm afraid it won't last long!"

"Haha... Mr. Fu is absolutely right!" Xiao Hua felt warm in his heart after hearing Fu Zhiwen's tone. Although these words don't sound good, they are really for his own good; and Xiao Hua also heard it, Fu Zhiwen should I can feel my own cultivation level, and feel that my cultivation level is still shallow. It's just that I have a lot of Yuan stones to reach the third floor of Mingyue Palace.

"This monk has caused trouble. The safest way is to go back to the temple, admit his fault to the abbot and abbot, and ask the temple's masters to perform rituals for this beggar to transcend the souls of the dead! No matter what, the abbot cannot let this monk do it for him. The beggar is paying for his life! After all, this is not my Hidden Immortal Continent!" Fu Zhiwen said again, "It's a pity that this monk was lucky. Seeing that there was no one around, and the wind and snow blocked the sky, he had the courage to kill this beggar. The body was dragged into the mountains and thrown under the cliff! Seeing that the body was like a fallen leaf, it would be dead even for the living people, so I felt relieved and returned to the temple.

Xiao Hua was silent, and said with a wry smile: "Poor people must be hateful! Just now, Xiao thought that this monk was a bit pitiful. He had been stared at for six years. Before this, he did not know how many good deeds he had done, but his integrity was... It was destroyed in a moment! But judging from this monk’s behavior, he not only has a Buddha in his heart, but also a demon! This Buddha and Demon are the most terrifying!”

"Yes! That's right!" Fu Zhiwen nodded, "Actually, this monk also has his own reasons. It is said that the next day is a big day. A Bodhisattva from the Great Leiyin Temple is going to give lectures in their temple. Therefore, the whole temple They were all moved by this grand event. This monk had something to do, but he had to help this beggar, so he felt resentful in his heart! Especially, before such a grand event, how could he dare to beat the beggar to death? The matter was reported to the abbot of the temple? He could only cover it up quietly."

"Of course, the weather was extremely cold that day. Except for the beggar who was beaten to death, no one came to drink porridge. The entire temple was so busy that he didn't even know that a murder had occurred in front of his temple! That day It passed very quietly! The monk who was a little worried and nervous finally fell asleep, thinking that everything was over and everything he had endured in the past six years was gone. "

"However, on the second day, the Bodhisattva from the Great Leiyin Temple arrived at the temple. Before he could speak at the altar, the monks in the temple discovered that all the Buddha statues in the temple had their chests broken open, revealing the golden There were holes in the body, and there were big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes on each hole! Naturally, the host did not dare to neglect, thinking that this was a conspiracy against the Bodhisattva, and hurriedly reported it to the Bodhisattva. After hearing this, the Bodhisattva released his Buddhist consciousness and waited to see. After reading these handwritings, he sighed deeply, 'People's hearts are unpredictable, and human nature is difficult to calm down', and then without saying a word, he flew away with his feet on the lotus!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian! () Vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please read.)