Chapter 103 Listening to Chaoting Cao discussing military affairs, the old worshipper cleverly concludes marriage
Guanzi Cao looked lonely and said, “Why don’t you think that she died with His Majesty the Emperor, but I never believe that the little princess will die. The dragon aura of the Western Chu is still there, and the Imperial Heavenly Prison dare not admit it.”
The monk in white raised his head and took a sip of wine, “Cao Changqing, you came for my new calendar, the Liyang Dynasty followed the old calendar, and it was originally carried by heaven, but after annexing the Eight Kingdoms, it was obviously out of place. The Imperial Heavenly Prison is busy with this, and I am not in a hurry. You are thinking about making some moves to keep the vitality of restoring the country for your little princess who lost the country.”
Guanzi Cao suddenly stood up, bowed to the end, and refused to straighten his waist for a long time.
The monk in white sighed, “Cao Changqing, you really don’t know that this is a destiny to usurp the fate of Ren Tianshi on Longhu Mountain, you don’t know.”
This Cao Guanzi, who has almost won the title of the leader of the world in 20 years and is not inferior to anyone, still has not straightened his back.
The monk in white hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: “It’s not that I don’t help, but that the general trend is the trend. The old Western Chu can’t accomplish anything at all. What if there is an old teacher Sun Xiji who works inside and outside? Do you really think that everyone in the world is a fool who is waiting for death? Xu Xiao and Gu Jiantang are not dead, the six major vassal kings are not dead, and now Zhang Julu and the one in the palace are added. Cao Changqing, Cao Changqing, the sages only say that they are trying to turn the tide and turn the tide has fallen, but the tide has passed and the overall situation has been settled. What can you do not mean you, even an immortal like Qi Xuanzhen is useless!”
Guanzi Cao stood up straight, speechless, with a look of desolation.
Outside the Thousand Buddha Hall, lightning and thunder were roaring, and it soon became heavy rain.
The monk in white looked down at the Baizi who was placed by Cao Guanzi instead of his disciple, and refused to care. The Guanzi, who was not leaking from the water, was a little disgusted for a moment and sighed, “Forget it, this pot of wine is a good wine. I can only guarantee that this little princess of Xichu will not die. The rest is beyond help. If you are more frugal, I will at most go down the mountain to the palace to get a pot of wine back to you.”
Guanzi Cao bowed again, turned around and walked into the heavy rain.
This is exactly what I have gone even if I have thousands of people.
Confucianism will last forever.
The monk in white was still a little sad even though he was in the Shu Sect.
The little monk who was about to fall asleep was awakened by the thunder and hurriedly ran over with an oil-paper umbrella. Seeing that the master had a pot of wine in his hand, he thought of the middle-aged scholar who had just walked out of the Thousand Buddha Hall and asked in confusion: “Master, this wine was given to you by the scholar.”
The monk in white nodded.
Ben Nanbei put away his umbrella and grinned, “I held it and took it. I just met this gentleman and borrowed it.”
The monk in white glared and said, “I can borrow him as a year of the Ox and Horse Month to return you! An umbrella requires more copper!”
The little monk said in a difficult situation: “Then what should I do? I will preach in the temple, and the great abbot doesn’t give me any copper coins. If the thing asked the teacher’s wife tomorrow, it would be bad. “
The monk in white said helplessly: “Forget it, just say I’ll buy wine.” ”
The little monk shouted gratefully: “Master! “
The monk in white rolled his eyes and said, “Master is going to the Sutra Pavilion in the temple, hide from your master’s wife, go to sleep. “
The little monk said nervously: “Master, why don’t I tell the truth to the master’s wife?”
The monk in white stood up and knocked a chestnut on the forehead of the stupid disciple, “Idiot! “
The little monk smiled brightly.
The monk in white taught earnestly: “North and South, if the master’s wife is angry tomorrow, for you, at most, you will eat less and work more. But your master’s wife is in a bad mood and always likes to go to the foot of the mountain to buy clothes that she can’t wear a few times a year. This is all the hard-earned money from the master. ”
The little monk suddenly realized.
The monk in white smiled and said, “Go, go to bed.” “
The little monk nodded and said, “The thing is afraid of thunder, so I’ll go outside the door to recite scriptures for her. “
The monk in white touched his bald head, this disciple.
Standing at the entrance of the Thousand Buddha Hall, seeing the stupid north and Nan running in the mud and not caring about the rain, the monk in white murmured, “Stupid north and Nan, you have a Zen, and you will not let down the Tathagata and you will not let down the rain. ”
In the night, the white fox stood on the outer corridor of the third floor of Tingchao Pavilion. It is hard to believe that the seven kings had no master in the Beiliang Palace, which occupied only the second largest scale among the seven kings, was the second largest in Yanla. Not to mention that the princess died early, Xu Xiao, who had removed the title of the Great Pillar Kingdom, was far away in the capital, and even the prince’s prince ran out of Beiliang. The eldest daughter Xu Zhihu was fine, but after getting married, she was pouring out water. The second daughter Xu Weixiong won the championship, which was not judged by appearance but only evaluated by talent, and was still studying in the Shangyin Academy. The youngest son of the Beiliang King, Huang Man’er Xu Dragon and Elephant were practicing in Longhu Mountain, which made Bai Hu’er feel a little confused when he accidentally took a break. When he met Xu Caobao, who was similar to a refugee beggar, he would never have thought that he would be able to climb the third floor of Tingchao Pavilion today. He had already made the worst plan to do business with the King of Beiliang. He had to read books in this Tingchao Pavilion no matter what. Later, he borrowed Xu Fengnian’s embroidered double swords of winter and spring thunder, and there was no regret and distress. For him, he had nothing to be reluctant to let go of except to practice the sword with his life.
White fox held his face and hands on the cool railing, and he had a lot of thoughts. Like the world, he had a lot of prejudice against Xu Xiao, who had conquered the world and won this honorable mansion. However, after more than a year, when he looked back at the hunchbacked and slightly lame old man, he always felt a little sincerely admired.