MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 157 Is he worshipping Buddha, or is he worshipping his own desire to kill?

   Maybe because there is a rare bright sun hanging in the sky today, the winter wind has eased a lot, and the smoke from the cooking in the distance is also scattered in the air,

  Lu Jing was checking out with a smile, and the shopkeeper of the restaurant saluted Lu Jing again and again, saying these polite words.

   The shopkeeper naturally knew Lu Jing. In today's Taixuanjing, most people have heard the name of Mr. Lu Jingxiao, who lives in Kongshan Lane on Yanglu Street.

  People around Yanglu Street have also seen Lu Jing commuting to and from the bookstore every day.

   In addition, Lu Jing's appearance and temperament are unforgettable at a glance. The shopkeepers and guys in the restaurant on Yanglu Street are naturally familiar with Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing would occasionally come here to make two pots of deer-raising wine. After all, deer-raising wine on Yanglu Street, even in Taixuanjing, is quite famous.

  The wine itself is really mellow and fragrant, and it is soft in the throat. It can be regarded as a good wine.

   The shopkeeper politely indicated that Lu Jing didn't need to settle the bill. Lu Jing just finished the bill with a smile, and then brought two pots of craft beer under the kindness of the shopkeeper, and then walked out of the restaurant.

   As soon as he went out, Li Yushi walked out of the backyard of the restaurant with a gloomy face in hand with a folding fan in hand.

  Wang Shaxiong, who was behind Li Yushi, held a knife in his right hand and kept his head down, daring not to look up at his son.

   The fat restaurant shopkeeper glanced at Li Yushi, and didn't dare to look at this noble son of extraordinary status again.

   The reason is that the shopkeeper can clearly see that the face of the third son of the Li family is blue and purple, one eye is bloodshot, and the surrounding eye sockets are full of black wounds, he looks quite embarrassed...

  What happened in the courtyard behind the restaurant?

   The shopkeeper of this restaurant didn't dare to speculate, and he didn't dare to look at the young master of the Li family, lest Li Yushi would become angry and take his anger on him.

   Li Yushi's mind is naturally not on these little people.

   He also walked out of the door of the restaurant, looking at Lu Jing's undisturbed back from a distance, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

   A few breaths in the past.

Li Yushi couldn't help but take a deep breath. The arrogance he had cultivated in his heart over the past 20 years made him think of what happened in the courtyard today, and his heart seemed to be burning with fire. .

   "Lu Jing..."

   Li Yushi repeated Lu Jing's name in his mind and narrowed his eyes slightly, but it caused severe pain in his eyes.

   "Everything must pay attention to a courtesy." Li Yushi thought so.

   On the other hand, Lu Jing felt particularly relaxed, and walking on Yanglu Street seemed much lighter.

   He walked towards Kongshan Alley and walked hundreds of steps forward, but he saw two acquaintances on the other side of Yanglu Street.

   It was his neighbors Pei Yingui and Miss Hancai.

   Pei Yingui has pale white pear flowers, a light willow waist, and three thousand blue silks are erected at will with a headband. No makeup is applied, but her face has its own color. She and Han Cai saw Lu Jing's figure from a distance. What was rare was that this time Pei Yingui took the initiative to stop and wait for Lu Jing at the entrance of Kongshan Alley. Lu Jing approached, with a smile on his face, he nodded towards the two of them.

   "Master Jing." Han Cai had some surprises in his eyes and said, "I didn't expect to meet you."

   Pei Yingui glanced helplessly at her maid.

  This is the entrance of Kongshan Alley. Since they all live in this alley, they have the opportunity to meet each other on weekdays, so why should they be so surprised. "Exactly, I made two pots of wine today, which are crafted from Yanglulou, which is better than the deer-raising wine sold in ordinary times.

   Miss Pei and Miss Hancai happened to bring a pot back.

  If it’s getting colder today, warm a pot of wine in the evening, it can also be more warm. "

   As Lu Jing spoke, he handed Han Cai a pot of wine in his hand.

  Hancai looked sideways at Pei Yingui, a little hesitant.

   Pei Yingui didn't hesitate at all, and thanked Lu Jing: "If that's the case, then I'll thank Young Master Jing."

"Call me Lu Jing." Lu Jing's voice was still as calm, with a warm smile on his face, neither impatient nor impatient: "As a neighbor and I have known each other for a long time, Miss Pei has also helped me, so I don't need to always Call me your son."

   Pei Yingui thought for a while: "In this case, I will call you Mr. Lu Jing. You are Mr. Shulou, and you are very knowledgeable. I may ask you for help in the future."

   Before the assassination in Kongshan Alley, Lu Jing fainted in the alley, Pei Yingui came to help, and Qingyue, who stayed by the wall all night...

   Lu Jing naturally remembered these things. At this time, Pei Yingui spoke. Although Lu Jing didn't know what Pei Yingui wanted him to help, he still nodded and agreed.

   The three of them stood at the entrance of the empty mountain alley and talked with each other.

   Behind Lu Jing, a carriage slowly passed by. The smile on his face did not change, and he did not even turn to look at the carriage.

   But a strange color flashed in Pei Yingui's eyes, and his eyes followed the carriage away.

  The carriage passed by, and someone lifted the carriage curtain, revealing the man who was sitting in it, looking at Lu Jing indifferently with his head turned sideways.

  The man looked a little embarrassed, his hair was loose, and his face was blue, as if he had just been beaten.

   But his eyes were very calm, with only a faint glow, like a wolf running in the dark night, just locking on its prey.

   For some reason, even Pei Yingui felt that the man in the carriage hated Lu Jing very much.

   At the same time, Pei Yingui sensed that around the carriage, there was a blazing fire hidden in the void.

   The divine fire was high, and he didn't hide the murderous thoughts that permeated the air... The target of such killing thoughts was Lu Jing standing in front of them! "Mr. Lu Jing, who seems to have provoked someone?"

   Pei Yingui thought so in her heart.

   Lu Jing, who was always calm, probably also sensed the killing intent from a divine fire cultivator.

But to Pei Yingui's surprise, Lu Jing didn't intend to give in the slightest, turned around and whispered to the carriageway: "Young Master Yu, you haven't raised Lujie yet, so you have to order your subordinates to restrain themselves. Some, that's too rude."

  Lu Jing's voice was calm and did not mean much threat. The smile on his face remained the same and did not restrain.

   But when he said those words.

   In just a moment, the man on the carriage froze, withdrew his gaze towards Lu Jing, and lowered the curtain.

   The surging killing intent also subsided in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

  The carriage is getting farther and farther away.

  Lu Jing, Pei Yingui and Han Cai entered Kongshan Lane together.

   "Mr. Lu Jing, you seem to have offended some big man."

   Pei Yingui rarely took the initiative to speak, and said: "The exercises I practice are a bit special, and I sensed that there was a raging fire burning beside the carriage just now.

  You have to be careful, he is not an ordinary Shenhuo monk. "

  Whether it is martial arts or primordial spirit, once you step into the sixth realm, each realm becomes quite long.

   The same is the realm of divine fire, and the virtual realm that only ignites the first-level divine fire to the third-level divine fire is very different from the extreme realm that ignites the seventh, eighth, and even ninth-level divine fires.

   And the black-clothed old man beside Li Yushi had obviously ignited a divine fire of the seventh level and above, and he was a true cultivator of the extreme realm.

   Pei Yingui reminded kindly, and Lu Jing nodded with a smile, not wanting to say anything more.

On the contrary, Miss Hancai on the side glanced at Lu Jing suspiciously, then remembered the scar on the face of the noble man in the car, her eyes moved lightly, and she guessed: "Mr. Lu Jing, is the injury on that person's face? did you hit?"

Pei Yingui, who was beside him, suddenly remembered the scene of Lu Jing dragging his body to Wulong Street that day. He also remembered that Lu Jing had just said a word, the cultivator Shenhuo restrained his killing intent, and the man who was staring fiercely at him also turned his head. , seems to be afraid of Lu Jing.

   She suddenly felt that what Han Cai guessed was indeed possible.

   Soon she saw that Lu Jing didn't refute, and didn't admit it, and the more she felt that this matter was really like that.

   "Maybe it's from the Li family." Pei Yingui thought about the conflict between Lu Jing and the Li family in Xuandu.

   Arrived at the small courtyard at the entrance of Lu Jing, Lu Jing invited the two to sit in, Pei Yingui and Han Cai didn't want to bother, they only said that they would come back later when they had time, and now there are still some trivial matters.

  Lu Jing naturally wouldn't force it, so he said goodbye to the two and entered the courtyard.

   It was past noon now, and Lu Jing entered the yard and found Qingyue closing her eyes and breathing on the futon in the main house.

   Her breathing has become much smoother, and her physique is healthier than before. It snows in winter, and Qingyue walks in the snow, and she doesn't feel as cold as before.

   But her talent doesn't seem to be suitable for practicing martial arts. Even if there is a breathing method like Daxueshan Zhenxuan Gong, her body and bones have never been so diligent.

   Before Lu Jing

   Entering Dali Temple, Qingyue's heart palpitations still occur occasionally, but the number of times has been much less.

  Lu Jing entered the room and sat at the desk not far from Qingyue to read.

   After a long time, Qingyue woke up from her concentrated breathing and saw that her young master was back, with a sincere joy on her face.

   "Master, have you ever had lunch?"

"I've eaten, I told you before, if I don't come back at noon, you don't have to worry about me, just take care of yourself, go to the street if you don't want to cook, buy some snacks to eat, the money at home The horizontal and vertical are also in your hands, so you don't have to treat yourself badly."

   "Got it." Qingyue blinked, and the two sat chatting in the room.

   While chatting, today Qingyue rarely asked about a difficult point in the breathing method. Lu Jing explained it carefully several times, and then Qingyue understood it.

   "Master, I was on the street this morning. The bartender in the neighboring street said that he went to deliver wine to the soldiers on Wulong Street last night and saw you."

  Qing Yue suddenly mentioned this matter, her face was a little lonely.

  Lu Jing was also slightly stunned, and then he realized that he made a big fanfare and dragged the body to Wulong Street. When the trouble happened, it naturally spread in the streets.

  Qingyue goes out every day to buy household items, and she always has to hear about it and come back.

   So the smile on Lu Jing's face became more and more gentle, and he was about to talk to Qingyue.

   Qing Yue's desolate look in her eyes became even worse: "Master, I have heard people say that the more brilliant people are, the more they will be involved in the storm.

  The young master is shining, even in this huge Taixuan capital, even those noble children of the great mansion, can not suppress the brilliance of the young master.

   Therefore, even if the young master wants to be content with peace, there are still many trends coming, which Qingyue actually knows about. "

   Lu Jing, who originally wanted to talk, heard Qing Yue, who always watched him go home, said these words, and immediately understood...

   Over the past few days, he has caused a lot of trouble in this Taixuan Jing, but Qingyue rarely asks him the reason for his actions, and rarely asks about his whereabouts.

   This is not because Qingyue grows flowers every day to practice calligraphy, cleans up the garden every day, cooks and cooks every day, and has never heard of Lu Jing.

  Perhaps...Everything about Lu Jing, as long as it spreads to the streets, Qingyue will always know about it.

   But all along, Qingyue was reluctant to ask Lu Jing anything too much.

   "Does the young master think Qingyue is too stupid?"

Today's Qingyue's picturesque brows are filled with a bit of sadness, she looks at the dark courtyard at night: "Qingyue is too ordinary, whether it is martial arts or Yuanshen, I can't practice well, even if I have been suffering every day these few days. I haven't made much progress in practicing this breathing technique..."

   When Lu Jing heard Qingyue's words, he subconsciously felt that Qingyue was worried that she would become a drag on him.

Unexpectedly, Qingyue said again: "If my cultivation talent can be better, if I can also practice swords or other weapons, and encounter some dangerous things in the future, I can stand in the young master's place. By your side, or holding a weapon, standing in front of the young master."

When   Qingyue said this, she probably suddenly remembered something and sighed: "Just like the young lady of the Nanguo Gongfu, she was born a genius in swordsmanship. If I had that kind of talent, the young master would not be alone."

  Lu Jing then realized that Qing Yue said a lot today, not because she was worried about herself, but because of his safety.

   This is Qingyue's sincere wish... I hope she can have enough power to protect Lu Jing.

So, Lu Jing looked at Qingyue with softer eyes, he lightly rubbed Qingyue's hair and said with a smile, "You don't have to be arrogant, you don't have to shine, and you don't have to be someone else, you just need to be yourself, Just stand behind me."

Lu Jing looked at Qing Yue, then turned to look at this small courtyard, which was not very luxurious or spacious, and said sincerely, "Because you are in this small courtyard, and because you are waiting for me, even if I am single, OK, it seems to be carrying 100,000 soldiers.

   The courage in my chest is unmatched because of you behind me. "

  Lu Jing's straightforward and fiery words fell into Qing Yue's ears.

  Qingyue stared at him blankly, Lu Jing smiled at her, and when she looked into the room, the wind and thunder moved, lighting up the small courtyard, and forming a flower in the air.

  Lu Jing probed and took off the suspension

  The flowers floating in the air were handed to Qingyue.

   There was a surge of thunder on the flower, and another thunder light appeared.

   Qingyue was not afraid, just because Lu Jing handed it to her, she stretched out her hand and grabbed the rhizome of this thunder flower.

  The rays of light flickered, and many streamers lingered around Qingyue's hand. The flowers that were not full suddenly moved, and petals of flowers and leaves bloomed.

   Qingyue's originally lonely eyes immediately became radiant, she looked at the flowers in her hands in surprise, as if she had forgotten the loneliness just now.

  Lu Jing had a smile in his eyes, looking at Qing Yue's elation.

   As he said, he was in Taixuanjing, which seemed to be prosperous, but was full of chills, and because of many reasons, he fell into a little turbulence.

  But Lu Jing didn't find it difficult, because there were indeed many interesting people in Taixuanjing, and there were also many people who had him in their hearts.

  Perhaps the light-boosting sword energy and the spring thunder sword energy he cultivated were born from this.

   "Qingyue, Shengzi, Mr. Guanqi, Mr. Jiu, Princess, Senior Fengmian, Brother Xuanwu, Thirteenth Prince, Cousin, Cousin...and Uncle Chongshan in Jokhang Temple..."

  Lu Jing thought of a personal shadow in his mind, and the smile in his eyes became much more intense.

   Until he thought of Lu Zhongshan, his heart moved, and he said, "I haven't seen my uncle for a long time. I will find some spare time later and go to the Jokhang Temple to see him."

  Lu Jing thought so.

   There is a Jokhang Temple on Mount Jokhang.

  This mountain looks like it was originally navy blue. There are many trees planted on the mountain, rough mountain scenery, deep canyons, and unpredictable mountain air. It is indeed an excellent place for viewing.

   At this time, it was winter. Most of the trees on the mountain were bare, and only two kinds of trees, pine and cypress, were dyed green.

  Due to heavy snow falling on Mount Jokhang, with these embellished greenery, it is like embellishing white porcelain with a little green pattern. At this moment, in the mountains, in front of a small river.

   A little monk of sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a homemade fishing rod, sitting on the shore with hope in his eyes.

   This little monk has clear eyebrows, two amber eyes that are piercing, and the movement of the eyeballs is quite agile.

   He was wearing a white monk's robe, and the seemingly pure white monk's robe actually reflected dense scriptures under the sunlight.

   This little monk is fishing.

  The river was already frozen, but he cut a hole.

   "Brother Shenxiu, are there really fish in the river in winter?"

  Beside the monk Shenxiu who was fishing, a thin, white-faced little monk with a more delicate face licked his lips and held a bamboo basket in his hand, waiting for the monk Shenxiu to catch a fish.

   "There is a fish, I saw it that day."

  Monk Shenxiu was full of confidence: "And it's a big yellow croaker with golden light. It must be fat and delicious. Chenghui, you can just wait. Senior brother will give you grilled fish today."

   Chenghui blinked, thinking of the plump large yellow croaker, he swallowed, although he did not understand why there are large yellow croakers in the river in winter.

   But Senior Brother Shenxiu is a Buddhist son of Jokhang Temple, and he is also a senior brother and benefactor who brought him back.

  Senior Brother Shenxiu said that if he could catch a large yellow croaker, he would definitely be able to. Even if Brother Shenxiu had been fishing here every day for more than ten days, and he had caught nothing every day, it would not affect Chenghui’s belief in him.

  About ten breaths passed, Chenghui suddenly frowned and looked at the distant mountain: "Senior brother, I always feel that someone is watching us.

   If the host finds out, we are here to fish and eat secretly, and we will be punished by him again. "

The monk Shenxiu shook his head nonchalantly: "If you can really eat fish, what if you are scolded for a few words? Ever since I returned to this Jokhang Temple, a bird has faded out of my mouth, and if I don't eat some meat, I will forget that meat is What does it taste like?"

   Chenghui nodded first, then remembered the teaching of the host, and hesitantly said: "Senior brother, you are a Buddhist son of the Jokhang Temple, but if you kill or eat meat, don't you violate the great precepts?"

   "It's good to violate the precepts." The monk Shenxiu was quite calm: "If you violate the precepts and are caught, at most you will be driven down the mountain gate and travel for a few months. Then I will take you to the Northwest Road. It is said that the mutton there..."

   When monk Shenxiu said this, he suddenly stopped.

   came down and shook his head again.

  Chenghui thought it was the monk Shenxiu who was afraid of being heard, but he heard the monk Shenxiu say: "There has been trouble in the Northwest Road recently, and it is not appropriate to go there. Then go to the Nankai Road and eat the fish, shrimp and crabs from the South China Sea. It must be delicious."

   Chenghui turned her head to the side and thought about it carefully, Xiumei's eyes filled with anticipation, and she no longer tried to persuade the monk Shenxiu to keep the precepts, and nodded lightly.

   "Come on, rub your brother's shoulder."

  The monk Shenxiu was probably tired of fishing, so he greeted him casually, Chenghui walked behind Shenxiu without hesitation, and kneaded his shoulders for him.

   And on a distant peak.

  Relieved host Zheng and Nan Laoguo, who was wearing gold and silver, and watched the two go fishing.

  Nan Lao Guogong didn't say much.

   The host of Shifu was still wearing the golden nine-striped sangha, and his gentle face was full of sorrow: "It's good to raise such a disobedient.

   When I go west, how can he take on the mantle of Jokhang Temple and how can he carry forward the Tripitaka for me? "

  Nan Lao Guogong was a little helpless when he heard the tone of the host, and he didn't say much, but said: "People who are smart and amazingly talented have some unique temperaments.

   Not to mention, for example, the Buddhist disciples of Landa Temple who are about to return to Beijing have always advocated killing and stopping evil in the concept, and the one who practiced was the Angry-eyed Buddha.

   For example, my eccentric sixth son, who doesn’t love wealth or authority, just thinks about going south with his sword every day and taking a look at the mountains and rivers.

   Another example is... Lu Jing, he behaves in a random manner, and he always does many things according to his own temperament, but because of this, he develops a strong temperament...

   Shenxiu is still young, if you give more guidance, you will always be able to return by a different path. "

   When the old prince of Nan talked about Lu Jing, his expression was rather unnatural.

  The host of Shi Wu naturally knew the reason, and did not want to poke at the sore spot of the old man of Nan, but just put his hands together and uttered a Buddha name.

"Hundreds of thousands of dharmas, the same return Fangcun, the wonderful method of the river sand, always in the heart, there are many people who practice in the world, but whether it is cultivating Yuanshen or martial arts, in addition to cultivating vitality and seeking the truth of the world, it is still a qi-nature. .

  Shenxiu's temperament is naturally very good. He has a heart to seek Buddhahood, and he can also realize the Buddhadharma. However, sometimes, his character is still too detached. Among the eight precepts, he cannot get rid of one of the precepts of gluttony and obeying the Dharma. "

  Nan Lao Guogong didn't care: "If you can uphold the eight precepts, wouldn't you be able to become a Buddha on the ground?

The Buddhist disciples of Landa Monastery never held the precept of 'no killing intent,' and thousands of Buddhas and monks all over the world couldn't take the precept of 'no greed'. Compared with that, what was the greediness of the little monk Shenxiu? "

   At this moment, the old man of the South is quite sober, and his words are clear.

  Xi Nu thought carefully, and then saluted Nan Lao Guogong: "It's because my expectations are too high, and it can be regarded as a kind of greed."

   The old man of Nanguo also sighed: "The so-called fans of the authorities, for example, there have been many trivial matters in the mansion of the duke of Nanguo.

  I also have many descendants, but the outstanding ones are unwilling to take over my huge family business. Feng Mian came to me yesterday to resign, saying that he was going to go to the world again.

  He Yu has been absent-minded recently, and she is very uncomfortable when practicing swordsmanship. The feathered sword heart makes her extremely talented, but it seems to be restraining her.

Although Nan Xuehu is a concubine, he has the talent to command the army. It is a pity that he wants to give the family business to He Yu. He has no interest in running a business on weekdays, and there is not much time for him to return home. I was exhausted. "

  The old man of the South finally stopped hiding in front of his friends for decades, and his face was full of fatigue.

   Anger host heard these many words, and said without thinking: "The old prince also has greed, and always wants to let the prince's mansion prosper like this forever."

"Isn't this human nature?" The gold and silver worn by the old man of Nan was shining brightly under the sunlight: "The shadow of my ancestors, and the fact that I carried a giant mountain on my shoulders, I have laid such a foundation. If I don't expect it. If you hope for the prosperity of Nanfu, do you still hope that Nanfu will decline?"

  The host shook his head: "Even if it is a prosperous and prosperous mansion, it will not prosper for a hundred generations.

  Now the Nanguo Gongfu has Nanfengmian, Nanheyu, and even Nanyuexiang, the son of the cessation of Shiism, and the concubine Nanxuehu are all extraordinary.

   Just as the Duke said, people have unique temperaments only when they are extraordinary.

   desired.

  Because of this, the old man is not worried, they will not die in Nanfu, at most they will lose some business all over the world, why bother?"

   Nan Lao Guogong frowned when he heard the words of the host of Shi Nu, and thought about it for a long time, and he didn't know if he had figured it out.

  The two old people walked in the snow like this, and they reached a peak and looked down.

   On the opposite side of the peak, there is a huge Buddha statue built on the mountain, I am afraid it is twenty or thirty feet high.

  This Buddha statue is the Tibetan Buddha statue on which the Jokhang Temple is famous all over the world.

   Dazang Buddha carvings are magnificent in style.

Nan Lao Guogong stood on the peak and looked at the Tibetan Buddha statue opposite, his eyes gradually fell, but at the foot of the Buddha statue, a middle-aged Confucian student in a green shirt seemed to have just finished reading the Buddhist classics and moved towards the Buddha statue. The eagle bowed slowly.

   "Is it Lu Chongshan of Lufu?"

  Nan Lao Guogong put his hands on his back and looked down at Lu Zhongshan.

   For some unknown reason, this old man who used to be majestic in the world feels that Lu Zhongshan, who has no blood and vitality, is a bit strange.

Host   Xi Nu also looked at Lu Chongshan and said with a smile: "It's a heartless Lu Chongshan, who has been in my Jokhang Temple for ten years.

   Practice the Dharma diligently and visit the Buddha every day. "

   Nan Lao Guogong frowned and said in an old voice, "This Jiuhu Lu family has been silent for a long time, but these two generations are surprising.

   In the past, there was a young man named Lu Shenyuan, and now there is Lu Chongshan, who is proficient in Buddhism in an ordinary body.

  There is also a hidden princess in the East Palace, plus that Lu Jing, each of them is a character worth mentioning. "

   "It's just a pity that the Lu Mansion is not in harmony, otherwise there will be prosperity."

   "There is still doubt about the bloodline of the Crown Princess." Host Shi Nu smiled casually: "Lu Shenyuan is addicted to the method of longevity, and this benefactor of the mountains..." Host Shi Nu stared at Lu Zhongshan, who was worshipping Buddha, and did not say more.

  Nan Lao Guogong glanced at Lu Chongshan, but felt that Lu Chongshan had been diligently practicing Buddhism for ten years, but he did not look like a Buddha at all.

   So he looked at Panlu Chongshan carefully, a look of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.

   He turned his head and asked the host of Shi Nu: "Is this Lu Chongshan worshipping Buddha, or is he worshipping his own desire to kill?"