Daming: Ascend to the throne as the emperor, start the game with land gods

Although he has gone through countless disasters, he has not awakened at all, let alone regretted his mistakes.

If you want to scale, there is a long way to go.

"Little monk, who sent you here?"

Shen Lian asked with black lines all over his head.

in the past.

It's not that there are no monks chirping in front of him.

But the result.

They were all cut by him.

Time passes.

He lost his position as the commander of Jinyiwei, and was sent to the No. [-] cell in Tianzi, Zhao Prison.

He didn't even have a knife around him, so he definitely couldn't do it, but he didn't have to use a knife to kill someone.

but.

I always felt something was wrong.

It seems to be "borrowing a knife to kill".

This little monk.

Did you offend someone?

"It was the Commander who sent the poor monk. The Commander said that if the poor monk can save the benefactor, he will follow Dongchang Cao Governor and Xichang Rain Governor to convert to my Buddha!"

Zen Master Haiming spoke bluntly.

being scaled.

The most important thing is sincerity.

lie.

It only invites failure.

and.

The monks do not lie.

"Wei Zhong, Cao Zhengchun, Yuhuatian!"

Shen Lian read the names of the three people word by word, gritted his teeth and said: "I don't want to kill, I just want Lao Tzu to kill me. I have reached this point. If I don't help to save me, I will be treated as a "sword". OK!"

The two factories and one guard do not say that they are in the same breath, but at least they are colluding, begging the emperor for mercy, and doing nothing.

Obviously.

It's a bit overestimated the humanity of the three eunuchs.

Murderous aura rises.

Zen Master Haiming felt it.

The smile gradually faded away, and he watched with a solemn and solemn expression. Although he had sensed that the murderous intent was approaching, he was still neither happy nor sad.

"Little monk, why don't you run away?"

Shen Lian exploded with hostility for many days, reached out and grabbed Zen Master Haiming's neck, and slowly lifted it up.

It can be easily twisted off with a little force.

The fragility of human beings is evident.

"If...if you can...dispel...the hostility in...the benefactor's heart...and awaken the benefactor's conscience, the poor monk will die with no regrets!"

Zen Master Haiming blushed, stuttered, and said with difficulty.

The Buddha can still cut meat and feed it to eagles.

It is worthwhile to exchange one life for a great evildoer to repent.

degree.

Caring for others and not for yourself.

What fear of death.

"interesting!"

Shen Lian's eyes flickered, and he sneered.

Wanting to die, planted a conscience in his heart, this little monk has some skills.

but.

He is just an eagle dog and a sharp knife of the royal family, how can he have a conscience?

The strength in the hands gradually increased, and the arms were lifted upwards.

Zen Master Haiming lifted his feet off the ground slowly, his eyes stared like copper bells, almost falling out.

Very similar to a person who hanged himself to death.

"Amitabha!"

Zen Master Haiming proclaimed the Buddha's name again, exhausted his last strength, and put his palms together.

With strong mental endurance, he even overcame the instinctive reaction before death and maintained a compassionate attitude.

"Little monk, let me ask you, is there an old mother in the house?"

Shen Lian said indifferently.

people.

It's slow to think about hanging.

There will be short and long periods of pain.

and.

He looked miserable after death.

"Have!"

Zen Master Haiming fell into a trance and replied unconsciously.

It was horrible to feel the passing of life clearly.

Hearing the inquiry, my mind began to recall the past involuntarily.

He came from a prominent family.

He is a descendant of Duke Jian Zhongding. At the age of 19, he resolutely made his fortune in a local temple. His legal name is Haiming, and his nickname is Xudong.

In the 44th year of Wanli, he came out of Sichuan every year.

In the 47th year of Wanli, he came to Sizu Temple and Dongchan Temple, the holy places of Buddhism in Huangmei, to practice Zen.

Because of the feeling that the country changed hands in the Ming Dynasty, the mountains and rivers were broken, and he called himself Broshan.

In the second year of Apocalypse, he traveled eastward with his stick and received the Dharma in Yin County. He was under the disciple of Chan Master Miyun, an eminent monk of Tiantong Temple. Because of his profound knowledge, he was loved by Chan Master Miyun and accepted as his disciple.

Buddhism is getting better and better.

"Can you remember?"

Shen Lian said indifferently.

These ones.

It was something he had never been able to understand.

"No... can... no... get up!"

Zen Master Haiming's face gradually turned purple, and he whispered.

My mother loves him more than herself.

I followed his footsteps several times, and found him regardless of the high mountains and dangerous roads, just to let him return to his hometown.

to this end.

Tiredness, heart disease, foot disease, a letter from the family said, has not been able to get out of bed for several years.

The grace of childbearing cannot be forgotten, nor will it be forgotten.

"Then why don't you serve by your mother's side?"

Shen Lian said without the slightest emotion.

What's the point of entering Buddhism first without repaying the favor?

"Because...for...I...Buddha...also...have...someone...to serve...serve...!"

"Crack!"

Chapter 141 Judge the situation and must die

people.

I walked in at noon.

It was carried out in the evening.

Zen Master Yuanwu (named Miyun) watched his beloved disciple's tragic death, and couldn't help crying.

Inside Baoguo Temple.

Grand Master Changshou and other great masters were also moved when they saw this sad scene.

To Xiao Haiming.

All the great masters understand, and children with considerable wisdom will surely become Zen masters when they grow up to their age.

pity.

As the "biggest evildoer" in the world, he sacrificed his life to be saved, and was brutally murdered in the end.

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

Buddha is also angry!

"Shen Lian, the karma has entered his head, he is extremely ruthless, and there is no chance of salvation. Please ask Master Longevity to present a book for the emperor on my behalf to get rid of this evil!"

All the great mages said in unison.

From heart to degree?

Obviously it is unlikely.

That can only start from other aspects.

Eliminate evildoers.

If you can't transform your mind, then destroy your body. In short, all paths lead to the same goal.

"Yuan Wu, what are your thoughts?"

Master Changshou didn't rush to reply, he looked at Zen Master Yuanwu and asked.

The Discussion Conference is coming soon.

At this time, the emperor dedicated the book.

In case the emperor is dissatisfied, he will deliberately favor the Taoist sect during the debate between the Taoist sect and the Buddhist sect.

For Buddhism, it is definitely a big bad thing.

Check the situation.

Forbearance is the best.

"Haiming's death was the poor monk's fault. He did not take into account the nature of the person being saved, and even failed to protect the Dharma, which led to a catastrophe. This matter is Haiming's order, and the poor monk is guilty."

Zen Master Yuanwu endured the grief in his heart, shook his head and said.

The death of a lover is certainly sad.