Chapter 22 There is no peace
No man can resist a sword that shines from anime into reality. It seems to be engraved in their genes.

When I was a child, I had a nice wooden stick. The chive flowers within a few miles would be a mockery of my swordsmanship if they had a head.

Murong Ji put the sword back into the box, turned around and asked, "This sword is given to me, does that gentleman have anything else to say?"

He knew very well that the sword was of extremely high quality, and he didn't believe that it would be given to him for free without any request.

"Haha, there are a few words to say."

"please say."

"The sir said that the emperor wanted you to guard him before and after he took power." As he said this, he took out a letter and an imperial edict from his arms.

Murong Ji opened it and saw that it was an imperial edict asking him to serve in the Western Army of the Song Dynasty. He refused without even thinking about it.

It would be fine in other dynasties, but being a soldier or a general in the Song Dynasty would be so frustrating.

He would rather not have this sword.

Throwing the imperial edict back, Murong Ji said solemnly: "I am just a country bumpkin, I am not as good as you guys, so forget it."

Then he stood up and left.

The soldiers at the door blocked Murong Ji's way.

"What's going on, General Yang?"

Yang Banghuai waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to leave, and then walked over holding the sword box in his hands, "Sir, I promised you the sword, and I will keep my word. As for the official position, it depends on your wishes."

He placed the sword box next to Murong Ji, and then led his men out of the inn.

Murong Ji excitedly held the sword box in his arms, ordered a fish, paid the bill, and returned to the temple.

Hinata's life gradually became stable, nothing more than reading, chanting, and practicing. Foyin was a good teacher, after seeing Murong Ji's Tianwen Sword, he just smiled.

Murong Ji was in trouble. From that day on, he had to add one more thing to practice: sword skills.

Starting from the most basic sword skills, it is extremely strict.

Murong Ji is not a fifteen-year-old boy and does not have rebellious thoughts. He knows who are good to him and what is good for him.

Although it is hard, I enjoy it.

After a day of practice, Murong Ji walked back to the meditation room, fetched some water to wash up, lit a candle, and began to read.

The moon was halfway up the treetops, and Murong Ji looked out the window at the scene outside, which looked like the ground was covered with silver powder.

I remembered Su Shi's carefree attitude. Time flies, so much time has passed.

On the wall of the Zen room next door, there are still poems written by Su Shi.

Murong Ji suddenly became interested and picked up the brush.

Walk up to the painted wall.

I scratched my head, wondering what to say.

After having an idea, he shook his head. Others write poetry, but I write martial arts secrets. Isn't it too cheap?

"Ha, that's it!"

I picked up the pen and wrote: Linjiangxian, three words.

'I bow to all my fellow Taoists, calm your minds and look outside and stop looking.

It's easy to waste time.

How painful is practicing Buddhism? It is because it cannot understand my human heart.

Extinguish the three evil fires of ignorance and do not allow them to invade each other.

There was no ups and downs at all.

I feel so relaxed, climbing up the mountain step by step.'

After finishing writing, I found that my handwriting was not that beautiful, just passable. However, Murong was very satisfied with this poem.

I am also a practitioner, cultivating my mind, body and spirit. There is a sense of transcendence in my feeling, which is not excessive.

"How can cultivation be so painful? It is not because of my human heart." Foyin is a good master. With the guidance of a famous master, you can avoid many detours. The cultivation of the state of mind is the most difficult, and sometimes it depends on luck.

Murong Ji sighed lightly. The three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism all attached great importance to the cultivation of the state of mind. For people like them, the most terrifying thing is to become obsessed and become a demon.

However, it seems that all three religions have ways to deal with obsession.

For example, the Diamond Sutra in my hand. All sages and saints are differentiated by the law of non-action.

Murong Ji put down the sword in his hand and frowned slightly. There was a lot of noise outside. This is Chengtian Temple, and someone is still making trouble here? !

The Tianwen Sword was sheathed and he walked to the front hall of the temple. A lot of people gathered in the hall, all of them were monks from the temple.

Murong Ji pushed through the crowd and stretched his neck to look inside.

Under the Buddha statue in the main hall, there was a person sitting cross-legged. It was Foyin.

He is the abbot of Chengtian Temple.

"Shi Le Yuan! What else do you have to say?"

Murong Ji was startled, his face darkened instantly. Was this directed at Foyin?! He pushed forward.

As soon as I got to the front row, I heard Shi Liaoyuan say, "I have nothing to say."

"Ha! If that's the case, how dare you be the abbot of this temple?"

Murong Ji's face darkened and he took a closer look. It was the fish he bought for Shi Leyuan.

"Look everyone, as the abbot of this temple, he actually violated the precepts by killing! He killed a life in vain for the sake of his appetite. This is the Buddha he practices!"

Murong Ji frowned and looked at the monk. He had been in Chengtian Temple for two years and knew him. He was the deacon of the Discipline Hall, in charge of the disciplines of the entire temple.

"Shi Liaoyuan! According to the rules of this temple, killing is a violation of the precepts and you will be punished with twenty strokes of the cane. Do you admit your sin?"

"Elder Mingxin, wait a minute!" Murong Ji shouted.

"Please know, elders, that I bought this fish at the foot of the mountain. I am not a monk of this temple, so..."

"So what!" Mingxin had a sinister look on his face. There was no trace of kindness in his eyes. His eyes were full of ferocity.

"So the rules can be broken at will?! So a fish's life is not a life?!"

Murong Ji's expression instantly turned cold. Was he really going to preside over the temple's precepts? !
"Humph! What do you think Elder Mingxin should do?!"

Ming Xin glanced at everyone, his face heavy, "Depose the host, and punish him with twenty strokes of the cane!"

Murong Ji was about to say something else when Shi Yuan said, "Okay! I will be punished."

"Uncle Master!"

Shi Leyuan interrupted Murong Ji directly, took off his robes, and sat down under the Buddha statue with his back turned.

Murong Ji watched with red eyes as the stick hit Shi Leyuan again and again. Twenty times, that’s twenty hits if it hit an ordinary person.

That is directly fatal.

Even if Shi Leyuan had strong internal strength, it would be difficult for him to hold on.

Fortunately, the people in Chengtian Temple did not really want to kill him. Murong Ji took Shi Leyuan away and returned to the meditation room, only to find that their things had been thrown out.

Murong Ji's face was gloomy, and he was about to hit him with his fist, but Shi Yuan grabbed him and said, "Let's go to the lower room."

That is where the coolie monks live.

Murong Ji clenched his fists, holding back his breath, but he had nowhere to vent. He said angrily, "A Buddhist temple that teaches that all beings are equal also divides people into different levels?!"

"Why didn't you say this when you got the advantage from me?"

Murong Ji paused for a moment, then realized that he was being hypocritical. Without saying anything, he carried Shi Leyuan on his back, carried his luggage, and walked towards the lower room of the temple.

"Because I got the advantage, I have to bear part of the consequences. Now that I have lost my power, you have been implicated. There is no reason to be resentful. Do you understand?"

"Disciple knows."

(End of this chapter)