Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

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From the main hall to the back, there are lush flowers and trees along the way. Walking on the stone road, listening to the distant Sanskrit singing makes people calm and peaceful.

The leaves are rustling, and the sun is shining diagonally, making people wonder whether it is the wind or their own heart.

The Zen room has deep flowers and trees. Outside a Zen room surrounded by vegetation, Zhu Zhanji Su Rong said to the little novice monk outside the door: "Please inform the young master, Zhanji please see."

The little novice monk looked at Fang Xing and Zhang Shuhui behind Zhu Zhanji before turning around.

Fang Xing had some vague guesses, and he asked in a low voice, "Isn't it the...Master in it?"

Zhu Zhanji nodded and said: "It is the young teacher."

Fang Xing felt a little trembling in his body, not afraid, but excited, because the person he was about to meet was too legendary.

Soon, the little novice monk appeared at the door and stretched out his hand to signal the three of them to enter.

Fang Xing lowered his eyes and followed Zhu Zhanji's back, and walked slowly through the front hall.

The Zen room at the back is very simple, a low table, a bookcase, four treasures of the study, plus a few pieces of futon.

It's just that on the top of the futon sits an old monk with white beard and eyebrows, writing at his desk.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the old monk raised his head, and Fang Xing was suddenly startled.

The face of the old monk was very scary, especially the triangular eyes, which made Zhang Shuhui whisper.

At this time, Fang Xing finally knew who this old monk was.

Monk Tao Yan, lay surname Yao, Zhu Di gave the name Guangxiao.

Someone showed him a picture back then, saying that he was born with triangular eyes and a sickly tiger, and he was the master.

And if Zhu Yuanzhang knew what happened later, he would probably not only be given a monk's robe when Yao Guangxiao entered Beijing, but would detain him in the capital.

It can be said that a half of Zhu Di's Jing Nan was inspired by the old monk in front of him. And in the battle of Jingnan, the real first accomplishment was this Yao Guangxiao.

Yao Guangxiao glanced over Fang Xing and pointed to the futon in front of him and said, "Sit down."

After the three of them sat down, Zhu Zhanji said respectfully: "Young Teacher, you have been in Peking recently. My father and I miss you very much. When you come back this time, please move to the house."

Yao Guangxiao looked at Fang Xing with interest, and said casually: "I am as rich as a cloud, so I might as well be meditating here."

Zhu Di built a mansion for Yao Guangxiao in Jinling City, but he never wanted to live there. Even in Peking, he was mostly in Qingshou Temple.

The upper court was the official uniform, and the monk's clothes went back. This is the famous "Prime Minister in Black".

Zhu Zhanji pointed to Fang Xing and introduced: "Young Master, this is Fang Xing mentioned in my letter, with the word Dehua."

Yao Guangxiao has been looking at Fang Xing. He slowly asked, "What do you think of Confucianism?"

Fang Xing is a little embarrassed. You must know this, but even Zhu Di is respected and respected. If one sentence is wrong, will he be...

I wanted to go vaguely, but Fang Xing saw a little disdain in those triangular eyes, and blurted out: "Imprisonment!"

Once the words started, Fang Xing was not ready to cover up.

"Confucianism is domineering and must exclude others, but in my opinion, Confucianism can only be used to nurture humanity, but it cannot pass the world..."

Fang Xing’s voice was sonorous: "Ten years of cold window, but the nerds who only know it are readable. The grains are not divided, and the four bodies are not working. With good luck, the whole family ascends to the sky, but these people have to become officials. Relying on the master's staff and staff will not lead to the country and the people."

Fang Xing stared at Yao Guangxiao and asked, "Dare to ask the young teacher, the trust of the family and the country, is this kind of knowledge worthy?"

Zhang Shuhui grabbed Fang Xing's small hands and felt hot flashes. She didn't dare to look up, she could only pull it gently, hoping that Fang Xing could stop the topic of ‘great rebellion’.

Zhu Zhanji frowned, thinking about how to say something nice to Fang Xing later.

Yao Guangxiao looked at Fang Xing proudly, with no expression on his face.

For a long time, just when Fang Xing thought he would be kicked out...

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of old laughter echoed in the Buddhist room, and the little novice monk at the door hurried in and took a look.

Zhu Zhanji looked at Yao Guangxiao in surprise, wondering why he was laughing.

The old monk couldn't breathe with a smile, and the little novice hurried in to beat him on the back while pouring a cup of tea.

"Cough cough cough!"

After drinking a sip of tea, Yao Guangxiao pointed to Fang Xing and said, "Interesting! Interesting!"

Not guilty!

Fang Xing suddenly felt relieved, and said with a smile: "The young teacher is pedantic to heaven and man, I just have my own opinion."

"Let's all go."

Yao Guangxiao suddenly put away his smile and cast his eyes down to drive people.

Mood!

After leaving the Zen room, Zhu Zhanji touched his forehead and said meaningfully: "Brother Dehua, Grandpa Huang is obedient to Young Master's words."

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "Young Teacher is not the kind of person who sticks to the world, and he is not a Confucian believer, so don't worry."

Yao Guangxiao was accused of rebellion, and even his sister didn't want to see him, just scolded him.

When he went to see his friend Wang Bin, Wang Bin just told people to pass on: "The monk is wrong, the monk is wrong!"

At present, Zhu Zhanji is also receiving Yao Guangxiao's education, so this is a three-generation emperor.

After Fang Xing and others left, the little novice monk complained: "Young teacher, you shouldn't laugh, you can live a few more years. And that young man slander the Confucianism without shame, you don't even teach him!"

Yao Guangxiao put the brush aside, threw a candy to the little novice monk, then looked at the flowers and plants outside the door and said, "I am a Confucian monk, but I have gone through hundreds of calamities, but I have broken through the so-called famous religion."

"The so-called Confucianism is just a group of guys who want to take advantage of the Confucian saints. With his name and classics, they want to comment according to their own meaning, and in the end they are just profiting for a group of people..."

"That kid is not bad. Although he is a little bit stunned, he actually knows the unjustifiable truths of the family. Zhanji has his teaching, so I can get out of it!"

Zhu Zhanji is the student Zhu Di forced Yao Guangxiao into, but he is very old, and now he only pays attention to his own writings, plus he has to go to court, so there is no time to teach others.

Walking out of the Zen room, Fang Xing saw a few men hiding outside ~www.NovelMTL.com~ After seeing them coming out, they all looked envious.

Zhu Zhanji introduced: "These are all people who hope to see the young teachers, and it is best to get a few comments from the young teachers."

Oh! It's like the monthly review of the Three Kingdoms period! All want to get an evaluation, and then worth a hundred times, to reach the pinnacle of life and marry Bai Fumei.

For example, Cao Cao.

Parting with Zhu Zhanji, and returning home all the way, the little princess Wanwan was already impatient.

Seeing Fang Xing coming in, Wanwan left her big girl and ran over to signal Fang Xing to lower her head.

Fang Xing bent down helplessly, and then listened to the immature voice saying in his ear: "I saw the old monk yesterday. When my father saw him, he was as good as Ma Su saw you."

Fang Xing touched her head with a smile and said, "I saw it just now. He is an amazing monk."

Wanwan, who had gotten her wish, immediately went to her little friend, and there was a crisp laughter in the yard. (To be continued.)