Chapter 773: A scholar who has lived for more than a thousand years

Fotu Lingshan, since Li Fuyao and Ye Shengge left, there have been no guests for many days.
Although many people know that Li Fuyao and Ye Shengge must have seen the lantern at the time, but after the two people left, Li Fuyao went straight to Luoyang City. There were two monks from the sea in Luoyang City. Naturally No one can do it.
After that, Li Fuyao achieved the climbing stage. Who can do anything with such a powerful climbing stage?
Even if someone wants to make a move, it can only be made by a monk who is Canghai. But if such a monk makes a move in person, he is really not afraid of losing face?
So after Li Fuyao went to the demon land, even if someone thought about hitting him, no one shot it.
And Ye Shengge, as a cultivator who is higher than Li Fuyao, stands behind Liang Yi and Ye Sheng, two Taoist saints, who are also Taoists. They look like this. Besides, the future of this door is not in her, that is. On hand?
So no one shot her.
Although many people wanted to know what they saw on Lingshan.
There are people who want to go to Lingshan to see it, but Lingshan doesn't see many visitors. There are many people who want to go up the mountain. Very few really climbed.
Chanzi is going down the mountain to the mountains and rivers today. His dharma name is Guanlou, but now he has already become a real monk who climbs the building. There is only one last step away from the sea. After entering the sea, Chanzi shouldn’t have only those in front of him. Zen, but the entire Buddhism should be in front of him, so before he has reached the sea, Zen has to go down the mountain to do things and deal with the Zen that has been inaccessible in his heart.
Monk Hui Chou knew about this and didn’t stop him, but he was happy to see it happen. After all, he was not young and could not live for many years. If Chan Zi could become a great sea sooner, he would be considered a master of Buddhism. Confess.
When Zenzi descends the mountain, he must pass the bluestone path on that mountain.
Before Lingshan, no matter who looked at it, it was golden light, but I don't know what happened recently. Many trees on the mountain have grown green branches and leaves, and the mountain road has faded from gold and turned back to blue.
All of a sudden, Lingshan looked much better than before. This was originally a vision, but the monk Hui Chou said that it was not a matter, and said that everything had its own cause and effect, so he ignored it.
On the way down the mountain, Chanzi happened to watch two figures coming from the foot of the mountain, two figures, one old and one young.
The old man looked like an old scholar with gray hair, and he wore a roll of old books around his waist, and he seemed to know that he had turned over hundreds of old books.
With a bookcase on his back, he looked like the old scholar's book boy.
But such a book boy, if he travels all over the world, it will be difficult to find someone comparable to him.
Chanzi goes down the mountain and the old scholar goes up the mountain, the two will naturally meet.
After the meeting, Chanzi first put his hands together and bowed. It is not good to say that there is something delicate on Lingshan, but there is one thing, except for Canghai, it is impossible for the rest of the monks of any realm to go up the mountain.
In a word, if you are not a guest of Lingshan, you cannot go to Lingshan.
Since it is a guest, Zenzi will naturally salute.
The old Confucian student didn't feel abrupt and accepted it calmly. Then he looked at Chanzi and asked with a smile, "How about the mountain?"
Chanzi smiled and said: "The Shi master knows what the mountain is like, so naturally he has to go to the mountain by himself, and under the pretense of others, not only can he not finish talking, but even after listening, he can't finish thinking about it, and he naturally doesn't know the whole picture."
The old scholar nodded and was very satisfied with the words. He looked at Zen Zi and said with emotion: "It seems that the monk Hui Chou has already passed the mantle to you."
Chanzi said nothing, but looked at the old scholar with a smile.
The old Confucian waved his hand and said casually: "Knowing that you have something to go down the mountain, and knowing that you have to go to the mountains and rivers, but it's all over when you go to the palace?
Chanzi said softly: "I have to go to Luoyang City again."
The old Confucian student smiled and said, "Is this to talk to Yanling?"
Chanzi was startled, and then came back to his senses. Although there was some doubt in his eyes, he still made up his mind and said nothing.
The old Confucian originally asked casually, and didn't expect Zenzi to really answer him. As he walked up the mountain, he muttered, "Do I know what you think? It's good with Taoism or Confucianism. , I never thought about dealing well. Originally, I thought you guys were really going to stay here for a lifetime. Who knows, in the end, his mother was staring at the secular dynasty of Yanling."
"Is there really a silent saying?"
The old Confucian student spoke to himself and had already gone far.
The young man carrying the bookcase passed by with Chanzi. He grinned at Chanzi, appearing to be kind.
Zenzi smiled slightly, and then went down the mountain.
While climbing the mountain road of Lingshan, the old Confucian was talking about how high the mountain was, but in fact, he had traveled many places in his life and found that there were quite a few higher than Lingshan.
When he finally came to the Daxiong Hall, the old scholar heaved a long sigh of relief.
The young man carrying the bookcase soon appeared behind the old Confucian scholar. After walking on the mountain road for so long, he never breathed a breath.
The old scholar looked at him and said angrily: "You kid, you are still young after all."
The young man smiled and said nothing.
It seems that in this world, there are really not many things he wants to talk about.
The old Confucian turned his head and said earnestly, "Xiao Xu, it's hard to get a wife with your temperament."
The young man named Xiao Xu hummed, and then tentatively said: "Then I still have to say a few more words?"
The old scholar laughed, "You are really a piece of dead wood, much worse than that of Wu Shanhe."
Xiao Xu snorted, but then he still satirized his husband, "But he wants to pass the mantle down, he doesn't want it. He still finds sword practice interesting."
The old scholar frowned, "Xu Xu, you are really boring to talk."
Yes, this is just a few words, and the husband thinks that he is not interesting anymore. That's it, it's better to close your mouth.
The old scholar no longer talked to Xiao Xu, because at this time, an old monk had already arrived.
The old monk is the most famous monk in the world, and the oldest monk, of course, if that lantern is also a monk, he can only be ranked second.
Standing in front of the old monk, the old scholar's expression remained unchanged.
It stands to reason that a guy like him who is not a monk of the sea should not be so.
For this Hui Chou monk, it seems that he did not have too much respect, so it would be very bad for others to see.
The old monk didn't care. Looking at the old scholar, he quickly folded his hands together and proactively said: "I don't think I can see you again in this life."
The old Confucian sneered, "I came to Lingshan more than 700 years ago, and you still didn't see me with a shelf, so forget it?"
Monk Hui Chou didn't say much, but he didn't say clearly about the incident more than 700 years ago.
The old Confucian said again, "But if I haven't seen you for more than a thousand years, don't you have any changes?"
Monk Hui Chou's white eyebrows floated, he looked at the old scholar and said, "It hasn't changed much yet?"
The old Confucian waved his hand and laughed, "Others always look uglier as they get older. It's better for you. It doesn't matter when you are young or when you are old, it is the same."
This sentence is not too particular to say, this so-called is the same, which is the same ugly.
Saying this to the Buddhist leader, if it were heard by thousands of believers in the Buddhist land, it would be enough to drown the old scholars.
However, Monk Hui Chou didn't have any annoyed expressions. Instead, he said with a smile: "The same is the same. It is rare in this world to be the same."
The old scholar shook his head and said: "Look, this world is still the same?"
The monk Hui Chou was still a slow temper, "I don’t know the same difference. I just have to look at this Lingshan Mountain, but I don’t want you. I have read the whole mountain and river, and I have watched the whole demon land again. You have seen Buddhism more than 700 years ago, and you have never been here. What do you think about coming back now?"
The old Confucian said angrily: "Every place is interesting, just this Buddhist land, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't make much sense."
Monk Hui Chou did not refute, but only said a few words, and then said, "Please."
There are definitely no more than three people in this world who can receive such courtesy from the Hui Chou Monk, because he was originally the longest living person in this world, regardless of his realm or status, he was the extremely high person.
Even if Ye Sheng came in person, I was afraid that he would not get any courtesy.
It happened to be such an old scholar. After climbing the mountain, the monk Hui Chou responded in this way.
The old Confucian turned his head and looked at the young man and said, "Xiao Xu, let's go down the mountain. This time you can go to the academy or go to a specific academy. Anyway, I have said everything that should be said. Think about it yourself."
The old Confucian scholar walked the world for a thousand years, and only took two people to walk with him. He only made a few friends. Not a friend like the monk Hui, who had made friends before he walked the world, only Jianshan ancestor Xu Ji , And a few ordinary people who have already left the world.
The two people I took walked the world together. The first one was the current Jianshan Master Wu Shanhe. He had walked many places with the old scholar. The old scholar had worn out the young man’s mouth, but Wu Shanhe just ignored him. He is not willing to just be his student and study with him.
Must practice that broken sword, practice and practice, can it be more powerful than Chao Qingqiu?
The second one is this Xiao Xu. He saw Xiao Xu in Beihai, and later led him to the Demon Land, then back to the mountains and rivers, and then to the Buddha Land. Anyway, he walked around. Obedient, although I don't like reading very much, but I walk down honestly and understand a lot of truth.
But now, Xiao Xu should also go for a walk.
Xiao Xu asked: "Sir, if I go to the Academy now, Su Zhang Church will give me the seat?"
The old Confucian's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded and said, "He will."
Xiao Xu scratched his head and said honestly, "Sir, I don't think it's possible."
The old Confucian smiled and said, "You don't think it is possible anymore. What are you still asking about?"
Xiao Xu nodded clearly, "Then I will understand, then I'll go to Yaotu first."
The old scholar asked, "Why do you think so?"
Xiao Xu said solemnly: "Ye Shengge can't be found. Even if she finds it, it's not easy to fight. The main reason is that she still likes to play tricks. She may smash out a lot of magical artifacts at every turn. Then no one can beat it. Except for him, after all, the Sword Mountain Master had walked some distance with her husband, and he was too embarrassed to fight, so he could only go to the demon land to find Li Fuyao."
Only Li Fuyao was chosen among the young people in the building.
The old scholar looked at Xiao Xu and wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he could only say: "Xiao Xu, sir, I don't have time to collect your body."
With a black line on his head, Xiao Xu walked down the mountain without saying a word, carrying his bookcase.
The old scholar didn't stop him, just shouting in his throat: "Xiao Xu, if you are not dead, remember to tell this scholar of the world a lot of my truth."
Xiao Xu didn't turn his head, just
I walked down the mountain, of course, when I walked, I didn't forget it.
The old scholar was very satisfied, and then turned his head to look at Monk Hui Chou again.
The latter looked at Xiao Xu's back and asked in confusion, "Where did you find the little guy, why did you get on the stairs so quickly?"
The old Confucian nodded and smiled: "I have traveled around the world, and I should find one or two interesting young people."
Monk Hui Chou said: "It seems that I should also walk around the world, and the person in the building is alone, for the Buddha's land, it is still less."
The old Confucian student walked forward and didn’t look at the monk Hui Chou very much. "When I walked over and came over, there were only one or two people of this kind. I was less lucky, and I touched a lot. I met one of them, but when they met, the ones died. Are you irritating?"
Monk Hui Chou walked behind him and chuckled softly: "One coming and one going, one cause and one effect are all destined."
The old Confucian came to sit down on the steps in front of the Daxiong Hall, and then looked at Monk Hui Chou and said, "Then you also think that things in the world are doomed, why do you still want to do things that you don't usually do?"
Monk Hui Chou came to sit down next to the old Confucian student and asked with a smile, "What do you usually do? You Confucianism and Taoism forced Buddhism into the land of Buddhism six thousand years ago. We should have a place in the mountains and rivers for six thousand years. Later, you came to me again and said that you would exchange the lantern for the qualification to return to Shanhe. I didn’t want to, but it doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t go back.

The old Confucian frowned slightly, and then asked, "Now I want Zen to start from Yanling, how do I start?"
This may be the biggest secret of Buddhism today. I'm afraid that apart from Zen and him, only this old scholar can guess something.
"Starting from Yanling, there is no need to fight for anything. As long as Yanling can build a few temples, the rest will be left to time."
The old scholar smiled and said, "You can really wait."
The monk Hui Chou said: "It is too impatient, and it is not helpful. Back then, it was only a word."
The old Confucian nodded his approval and said, "It's the same. You have so many heads of Buddhism. I think it's good. It's the standing monk."
After saying this, the old Confucian student still did not forget to bring the wisdom of the monk, "Of course there is you."
Monk Hui Chou didn't say anything, but just looked at the old Confucian student and said, "What's going on over the past thousand years? If you don't say a few words, you won't have to say anything later."
The old scholar patted his calf, thought for a while, and then said, "I'll go look at the lantern first, and talk later."
Monk Hui Chou did not speak.
Although the lantern is a holy artifact on Lingshan, he decides whoever he wants to see or not, and no one has the right to stop the lantern.
The old Confucian said: "I should have looked for Chao Qingqiu again, but this guy, even if he is alive, is definitely the most troublesome lord. After thinking about it, it's fine."
Monk Hui Chou nodded and said no more.
The old Confucian stood up and walked towards the Buddhist temple, and soon disappeared in front of the monk Hui Chou.
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The lantern remained the same, but when the old scholar approached, the lantern woke up from his deep sleep.
The old scholar pushes in, the layout remains the same.
The sound of the lantern soon came out, "It's been a thousand years, what have you seen?"
Facing the Hui Chou monk, the old scholar said nothing, but when facing the lantern, the old scholar said straightforwardly: "Changsheng."
The lantern screamed.
"After a seed is thrown down, it will germinate and flower. After the flower blooms, the result will be another seed, and that seed will germinate again. This continuation is the continuation of the blood. All of them are immortals."
The old Confucian scholar's remarks have been thought to by many people. If he has seen this world for more than a thousand years and only has this knowledge, it seems to have been for nothing.
The lantern is silent, waiting for the next.
"But the eternal life of a monk is immortal, it is self-existence, and it is unchanging."
The old scholar thought for a while, and then said, "But you can't do it in the world."
Lantern said: "So you still have to leave the world."
You can't live forever in the world. To live forever, you have to leave the world.
I don’t know how many people know this kind of argument, but it’s one thing to know, and it’s another thing to really leave the world. At least for these six thousand years, apart from Chao Qingqiu, there has been no one. Both of them have been able to see the scenery except here.
It doesn't matter if the sky is beautiful or not, as long as you don't die.
"In the past six thousand years in the world, there have been some problems. Probably the root of the problem was the war."
The six thousand years of war has caused earth-shaking changes in the entire world. These changes are specifically reflected in the decline of the line of swordsmen for six thousand years. It is the North Sea between the demon land and the mountains and rivers.
No one in the entire human world has been able to ascend for six thousand years, even if it is as strong as Chao Qingqiu, he can only leave with a sword to open the sky.
The old Confucian said: "It started because of that big battle, and it should be changed by a big battle."
Lantern asked with some doubts: "You can see such a thing after watching it for a thousand years?"
The old Confucian smiled and said, "Sometimes the simpler things are, the more people will not take them seriously."
Lantern stopped talking. He felt that the old scholar in front of him was actually a lunatic. It was like this a thousand years ago, and it will be like this a thousand years later.
"Which step have you come?" Even though the old scholar is a lunatic, Lantern wants to know where he has come.
"The last step."