Self-cultivation of Male Supporting Role

He Wu is very hard-hearted when scolding people, and has an inexplicable feeling of relief. But closing the courtyard door, He Wu's face became very heavy.

He asked Shi Yan in a low voice, "Master, today I have taken the emperor's face in front of so many people. In order to prevent him from doing something in anger, I will contact the general of the Feng family. Let's take precautions early and feel at ease."

What He Wu didn't say is that today's concern is not limited to the people at the scene. People in the entire capital woke up early in the morning and focused their attention on the small Taoist academy. By the afternoon, people in the entire capital would know what happened outside the Xiaodaoyuan.

Yao He Wu said: "The main reason is that the emperor did not expect that you would refuse to cooperate with his performance. Everyone was ready to see the scene where you shake hands and make peace with Yan Yan, and even thought about the words to flatter the emperor.

You didn't see the faces of people outside after I said those words. "

When He Wu was worried, the emperor and the people outside did not know when he had left, but Shi Yan didn't care what the emperor's face was like. Since he was in the first year of junior high, don't blame Shi Yan for being in the fifteenth, it's not that he couldn't fight back. It should be said that the men of their Feng family do not have such soft things.

Even the uncle Mingguang monk who was shoveling the road in the back of the Bodhidharma was a ruthless man who could be ruthless to everyone.

Shi Yan instructed He Wu: "Go, put the sign I wrote this morning at the Yanshan intersection. Remember, it must be in the most obvious position, and there must be no less than one of the two intersections."

The corners of He Wu's mouth twitched, remembering that Shi Yan woke up early in the morning, he was in a good mood and called him out to grind ink. With a wave of his pen, he wrote on the wooden sign: "The royal family is not allowed to enter." These words They are the size of an adult head.

There are two lines of slightly smaller characters below: "The light ones will break their legs, and the heavy ones will be killed without mercy." It's about the size of an adult's fist.

He Wu simply went to work: "I've already danced wildly on the emperor's bottom line. Once I stepped on it, I stepped on it twice, it doesn't matter."

What is even more embarrassing is that He Wu used his kung fu to float, even faster than the emperor and the others. He just chose a feng shui treasure land with an excellent location at the foot of Yanshan Mountain. He slammed down, He nailed the bottom half of the wooden sign to the ground, raised his head, and collided with the guard of honor as the emperor descended the mountain.

At a glance, the emperor saw the five-head-high wooden sign beside He Wu. Even if his old eyes were dim, he could see the words on it clearly at the first time.

Even the remarks with the big fists next to him were clearly seen. The emperor instantly felt his blood pressure soaring, rolled his eyes, and passed out while clutching his chest.

This instantly rescued countless ministers who were in trouble. As the saying goes, the king humiliates his ministers to death. Now it is obvious that their king has been insulted, but whether they want to swear to death to regain the dignity of the king, this is a question.

But now there is no need to be embarrassed. Everyone rushed towards the emperor's carriage. The culprit, He Wu, was so big that he was selectively ignored by everyone.

He Wu smiled, thinking that these people are really boring, he picked up another wooden sign with the height of an adult, and went to Yanshan another way.

He won't take the initiative to say, he did it on purpose.

Within two hours of the news, there was a lot of uproar at the foot of the mountain, and there were naturally some who were in favor and some who criticized, but no matter what kind of point of view it was, most of them were watching the excitement.

There was only one group of people who couldn't calm down for a long time, that was the royal family surnamed Jiang, who were not interested in Shi Yan at first, and gathered more than a dozen people that day. A group of mighty people rushed to the foot of Yanshan Mountain when the afterglow of the sunset was still hanging in the sky.

In fact, Yanshan has its own way up the mountain, but it is narrow and rugged. In the past, Yanshan was the back mountain of Wanfo Temple, and it was natural to walk up and down from the mountain road of Wanfo Temple.

Now that Yanshan is a part of the Xiaodaoyuan, he naturally has to have his own way.

A group of young people were furious and rushed up to the steps of Yanshan, shouting: "Let the young master see what this thing is, how dare you be so arrogant and ignore my royal family surnamed Jiang. , the tone is very big! Don't think that if you kill Li Gui in Xiyue Kingdom, you will be able to be big or small in my Xihua Kingdom and be a blessing!"

"That is, my capital of Xihua Kingdom is not comparable to the poor and sour places on the border of Xiyue Kingdom. Don't bring that set of barbarians on the border to the capital to be ashamed!"

"Let the young master teach you for your parents how to be a man in this capital in the future. Today, Feng Shiyan, if you kneel down and kowtow to me three times, then shout three times that Feng Shiyan is not a thing, little one. The man raised your hand and let you go!"

Several of the pawns who were dispatched to be the envoys of the wooden warehouse, and even without Shi Yan himself, He Wu easily threw the group of young people with broken legs out of the Yanshan range, lying on the ground like dead dogs, lined up in a row. , howling in pain.

The screams startled the birds that were about to perch around the Yanshan Mountain, and the servants who came along with them timidly helped their young master into the car and brought them back to Beijing.

Stepping on the footsteps of the setting sun, along with the departure of the group of playboys who took the lead, and brought back to the capital together, there is also Shi Yan's sturdy performance all day.

Everyone thought that Shi Yan was completely cold now, no matter if you were justified or not, no matter what achievements you made in the annals of history before, these things are not worth mentioning in front of the imperial power.

When the Son of Heaven was angry, he buried millions of corpses. Although exaggerated, it is not far off.

Similarly, the monks who live on the mountain also have this concern. They are not worried about the safety of Shi Yan himself, but they are worried that Shi Yan, who can be called Shou Xing Gong, hangs himself and seeks his own death, which will affect them.

"It's too shameless to be a monk, bah! A few days ago, because of you, Master, the Buddhist temple across the street had many pilgrims and incense money, and their mouths couldn't close their happy mouths. Dozens of monks are rushing to do it!

I just sent the emperor away today, so I am worried that you will be implicated in Yanshan, so I can't wait to avoid our small Taoist academy. After He Wu set up the sign, he inadvertently listened to it on the way up the mountain, and was very angry.

Shi Yan was very calm, and after reading today's scriptures with his feet crossed, he said to He Wu: "Don't worry, the emperor will not only do nothing to me, but also offer me up high."

After that, Shi Yan thought for a while: "Let someone prepare to build a kitchen near the small Taoist courtyard. In the future, we are afraid that we will have to cook by ourselves. This arduous task will be handed over to you."

He Wu didn't ask Shi Yan why he wanted to cook by himself, but told Shi Yan seriously: "Master, I can only roast chicken. If you really want to eat my cooking, you may want to give your subordinates a time to study."

He Wu thought to himself, I am a secret guard. Not only did I learn to embroider and sew, comb my hair, cut clothes, and distinguish the types of women's jewelry, it shouldn't be difficult to learn how to cook now.

Shi Yan: "Then find a few cooks to go up the mountain to cook for us first. We can't make things happen. Let's starve ourselves first."

As expected by Shi Yan, the emperor woke up after returning to the palace. Although his face was ugly, he summoned important ministers to discuss state affairs overnight. Within three days, the emperor killed Li Gui because of Shi Yan's merits and conferred Daoist Shi Yan as the national teacher. The will came out of the palace.

At that time, Yan had just finished reciting a round of the Children's Sutra, and sat on the futon to meditate. He Wu carefully combed his hair.

At the same time, the capital went out to work, and the people who went to the street to go to the market began to move outside. The honor guard of the emperor passed the decree, beating gongs and drums, passing through the street in a high-profile manner, and when it reached the bottom of Yanshan Mountain, this matter was gone. People don't know.

Everyone is sighing at the emperor's good measure. Shi Yan took his face like the day before yesterday, and he can not express his anger and conscientiously reward Shi Yan's credit. He is really kind.

In the small Taoist courtyard, Shi Yan sat on the futon with his eyes closed and rested. Not far away, he was covered in tendon and flesh. All the craftsmen who were sturdy and not easy to mess with, did the final finishing work of the kitchen. Inside, he bowed silently and left silently.

He Wu was pretending to be a sweeping monk, hummingly carrying a large broom, two steps away in front of Shi Yan, without moving his footsteps, after sweeping for half an hour, neither of them would stand in the courtyard. The **** took the **** seriously.

Of course, the **** who passed the decree was also very good at professional level. It was like this. The other party acted as if he didn't see anything. Facing Shi Yan's direction, he smiled and relayed the content of the imperial decree to Shi Yan word for word. Then he bent down and carefully placed the official seal, official robe, and identity certificate on the tray on the steps beside Shi Yan's feet.

Immediately, he bent down and did a lot of etiquette: "Congratulations to the national teacher, congratulations to the national teacher!"

Dozens of people in the honor guard behind them shouted at the same time: "Congratulations to the National Teacher, Hexi National Teacher!" The voice was so loud that the people from the Wanfo Temple next door could not pretend that they couldn't hear it.

I don’t know what other people will think. Anyway, the bald monks of Wanfo Temple have long been sour. It was already a hundred years ago that the last national teacher of Xihua Kingdom was a hundred years ago. idea.

As early as 20 years ago, many people have speculated that the Abbot Yueshan of Wanfo Temple is the most likely person in this generation to reach that position. For well-known reasons, Abbot Yueshan paid a lot of money before and after His Majesty's ascension to the throne. too much.

There are many Buddhists in the world, all looking forward to the day when they will be able to spread the Buddhist teachings to every corner of the sky.

However, the hesitation in reality suddenly hit him in the head, and the position of national teacher was given to Shi Yan, a six-year-old urchin, and he was still an arrogant, ignorant, murderous urchin.

How can people endure this huge gap?

Regardless of whether the older monks can figure it out in their hearts, they are still very friendly when they meet Shi Yan, but the little monks in the temple who usually use their nostrils to look at people do not and do not want to hide their behavior.

The most obvious one is that Senior Brother Zheng Wu, who delivers meals to Shi Yan every day, was beaten, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, so pitiful that he couldn't get up from the bed.

Then there was a natural interruption of Shi Yan's food here.

The second is the small Taoist temple where Shi Yan lives in a remote location. It originally belonged to the back mountain of Wanfo Temple, and there is a winding and deep path connecting it with Wanfo Temple.

Now, in the middle of the trail, a brick wall has been built in the middle. The wall is not high, no more than an adult's waist, and it is about two feet long. A slightly stronger adult can easily climb over it, but with this The meaning of severing contacts is very obvious.

To go up and down the mountain from the small Taoist temple, you can only pass through two winding and rugged paths in Yanshan.

In the yard, Shi Yan was happily eating the sweet and sour steak made by the new cook sent by the Feng family. To be honest, it tasted more than ten times better than that of the monks at Wanfo Temple. With a face of remorse, he said to Abbot Mingchen, who was sitting opposite him with his palms folded together: "If you had known that the sweet and sour pork ribs at the foot of the mountain were so delicious, you should have cut off my food sooner rather than later!"

Abbot Mingchen's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't continue to recite the sutras of the past life. He opened his eyes and apologized to Shi Yan: "Daoist Shi Yan, the fact that you have to seal the national teacher has dealt a great blow to my Buddhism, and I think fellow Daoist also I understand that, and I'm really sorry."

Shi Yan swallowed his last mouthful of food, rinsed his mouth, wiped his mouth, and tidied up his robes. Then he sat upright and asked Mingchen very seriously, "Do you really think that the royal family will let Buddhist leaders be the national teachers, and watch with your eyes helplessly. Buddhism is strong and indifferent?"

Shi Yan rudely pointed out one point: "Buddhist people do not work or produce, but they occupy a large amount of land area. If they continue to develop in the future, within a few decades, it may affect the cultivated land problem of the common people. Do you think that as an emperor, he can accept this fact?"

Shi Yan knocked on the table and continued: "If it is really as you wished, to develop Buddhist teachings to every corner of the sky, then your Buddhist schools will be able to respond to every call, and the people will only worship the Buddha, not the imperial authority. Is it?"

Abbot Mingchen was drenched in cold sweat by what Shi Yan said.