Chapter 15: Amitabha
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Yang God
- Divine Dreamwalker
- 1756 characters
- 2021-02-25 04:52:42
Pass through a few long corridor steps.
After walking through several large gardens, after several large pools, the portal of more than ten round door walls, following the boss, Hong Yi came to the capital of Houfu Central after taking a meal.
The phrase "Imported into Houmen is like the sea" has been best verified in Wuwen Houfu.
Even if it is Hong Yi, this chaos, if the boss is not in charge, he must not lose, do not know the southeast and northwest.
Of course, this is why he stayed in the corner for a long time and did not move around the house.
His identity, in the government can not move too much.
In his memory, only when he was a child, he came to the house with his mother. This man is not his home in Houfu, such as a sword and frost.
"How can you not know what to do?"
Before coming to Zhengfu, Hong Yi suddenly felt that he was a little nervous. He knows that the majesty of his father Wu Wenhou is too heavy. This time he suddenly called himself and did not know what to say.
"Readers must be gods, big mountains collapse in front and face does not change color." Hong Yi thought, calming up the uneasy thoughts, with the boss into the capital.
The main building of Houfu is built with imposing manners, and the ground of the large-scale Ai Ye Qingshi shop is flat and mirrory. It is hard like iron.
In the hall of Zhengfu, a row of mahogany quaint chairs, the center is a huge word, the font end is right, there is a sense of oppression.
It is a "ritual" word.
Below the word "li" is a large strip of red tarpaulin tribute that can be laid flat for four or five people.
There are so many items on the table that are covered with bright yellow satin, which is obviously the object of the emperor. They are all enshrined with incense.
On the big chair on the left side of the tribute table, there is a man in a brocade suit with a purple crown on his head.
This person, two white flowers, white hand, pressed on the armrests of the big chair, white as jade, spotless, giving people a sense of infinite power.
When this person is sitting there, there is a sinister majesty, so that people can't face it, and they can only bow down.
He is the real master of the entire Wuwen Houfu, Wu Wen Hou Hong Xuanji, the court's social stone pillar, the Dagan dynasty Wu Sheng.
"Hong Yi, you stand to the right, I have something to say to you."
Seeing the boss always brought Hong Yijin, Wu Wenhou pointed his hand.
Hong Yi responded and walked to the right side of the hall to stand up. Lang said: "What is the father's command?"
"Ok?"
Just between Hong Yi’s speech, the boss’s eyes who had retreated to the corner of the door were puzzled. It seemed to be a bit of a surprise to Hong Yi’s calm. Even the eldest son of Hou Fu who had already become a family, in front of Hong Xuan’s machine, none of them. It’s not a war, and the atmosphere doesn’t dare to come out.
"I heard that you used the cursive script to answer a poem to the Hunchun County Master? Why don't you use the right word? Sell your words and poetry? If you don't read it, do these evil doors?"
Wu Wenhou said faintly, the tone was very cold, and people could not hear the cold and tremble.
It is Hung Yi’s heart that keeps the bookman’s landslide in front of him and does not change his color. He also feels that he is being chilled. A cold sweat came out.
"Ok?"
When I saw Hong Yi not answering myself, Wu Wenhou snorted.
When it was cold, the temperature in the whole hall suddenly fell a lot. Hong Yi only felt that his legs were soft, and the whole person almost went soft.
If he had practiced the great devil's boxing, his body was stronger, and the majesty of Wu Wenhou, he was consciously softened.
"What the father taught is that I will not dare in the future."
Hong Yi bowed his head.
He did know that there was no chance to refute in front of Hong Xuanji, even if your truth was right, he would succumb.
Wu Wenhou is the most disciplined. Hong Yi knows that if he refutes himself, he will be interrupted by the light, and it is not unusual to be killed by the family law. This rule is not only applicable to him, even the eldest son.
The sternness and rule of Wuwen Houfu’s family is well-known throughout the court. It is also quite appreciated by some scholars.
"Ok."
Wu Wenhou sighed again, but it was not cold, and the tone eased. Hung Yi suddenly felt that the temperature in the whole hall had risen a bit, and the calf was no longer turning.
"You have committed a family law in this matter. You have to hit you twenty sticks, but you have a fame, and the year after the spring is the Enke Township Test, the National Code, you have to participate, and you will spare you for the time being. If you are in the middle Lifting people, nature is a write-off, if it is not allowed, the family law is implemented." Wu Wenhou's face has no expression.
"Yes, father, adults." Hung Yi once again bowed his head.
"Poetry is not a formal verse, but it can be seen as a literary agility. Your poetry is still decent." Wu Wenhou said again: "You have been fifteen this year, according to the law of my Dagan dynasty, too Already grown up, what are your plans?"
"Father, I want to learn to bow and martial arts. I hope my father will be a good man." Hong Yi saw that the atmosphere was a bit moderate, so he boldly proposed his own plan.
Bow and horse riding, Hong Yi can not afford to learn now, although he has ten red gold coins, but can not afford a good horse and a good bow, let alone raise a horse, you need a groom to take care of. Hong Yi is always unable to take care of himself.
First, the issue of identity, the writer is a groom, and it is not good to pass it out.
The second is to take care of the horse is a hard work, but also to feed at night, a lot of stress. It takes too much time and energy.
"There is no good reading of the righteousness, learn what bow and martial arts!" Wu Wenhou heard, the brow slightly wrinkled a bit, it seems that Hong Yi wants to learn the bow horse martial arts is not agree, and categorically refused: "you Read the righteousness first, and if you don’t read it well, you will learn martial arts, but it’s just a coward. Don’t mention it later, do you know?
"Know it." Hong Yi still has no rebuttal.
"Well, let's go. General Wu, take him to the account room and pay a hundred and twenty dollars, let him prepare for the expedition." After Wu Wenhou said this sentence, he waved his hand: "Go."
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"Why don't you let me learn martial arts, is it because I am afraid that after I took the exam, I will join the army and set up a battle. Is it possible to seal the prince? My mother may be sealed and the rules of Houfu are disturbed."
Walking on his way back to his yard, Hong Yi closed his eyes and took a long breath.
If one is in the middle of the scholar, then enter the army, set up the battle, seal the title, the mother is sealed, then the mother's spiritual position will immediately be tied with "Ci'an." Even his father must be fragrant at every family sacrifice.
This is too much to undermine the rules of Houfu. It’s a radical change.
This is a rule that Wu Wenhou can't stand it.
Hong Yi guessed that this is the root cause of his father’s opposition to his own study of martial arts.
Although Hong Yi himself is still only a scholar, from the Chinese scholars, the military merits, but also a difference of 100,000 miles, but he is very confident to do.
"I must do it myself, and I will fight for the name of Feng Jun for my mother, and let the Houfu of Houfu take a look!" Hong Yi pinched his fist and secretly said.
"But then again, Ziyue is also Wusheng, but it is a ghost. But when I faced him, why didn't I feel such a big pressure. Is it caused by Jiwei? Sure enough, I have no strength and confidence. The landslides of the readers are a bit vain in the past.
In the face of his father's majesty, Hong Yi finally understood ~EbookFREE.me~ he has no strength, the reader's calm, great meaning, are somewhat illusory.
"If you are a Wusheng, you must dare to argue in front of your father. The world is the biggest and the most reasonable. Fathers and sons can also argue according to reason. Even the monarchs can argue according to reason!"
"If you have a big man, you will be overcrowded. If you don't listen, you will change your position! The father's succumb to the truth is that it deviates from the original meaning of the scholar. But, how can I fight for these reasons?"
Hong Yi thought in his heart.
The emperor is at fault, and the readers should dissuad them. If the emperor does not listen to it repeatedly, and he will go his own way, then you must abdicate!
This is the reason for the readers! Unfortunately, without strength, these reasons can not be extended.
Thinking about it, Hong Yi walked back to his small courtyard, closed the door and thought quietly. When he looked at the table, he suddenly had a pity that the "Wu Jing" burned.
Hong Yi’s eyes could not help but look at the brazier that burned the military.
"Hey? What is that!"
This is not okay, and at first glance, the dark gold verses in the ash ash are found.
Hong Yi walked over and picked up the scripture with a fire clip. I found out that this verse is like a silk scroll, and it is a big chunk! It is extremely thin, and all of it is full of words. Among them is a golden Buddha statue, sitting in the void, and countless sun, moon and stars around it.
This volume does not know what material was made, but the fire could not be burned.
Hong Yi saw the name of the scripture when he saw it.
"Amitabha"!