"How on earth do you want to destroy Buddhism?"
Shenxiu stared at Wu Mei fiercely, and for a moment he thought of dying with this little bitch.
If we take action now, if we fight to perish together, even Xion Kuo Hai can't stop us.
"I have no intention of destroying Buddhism, but I have to destroy the great monk's righteousness.
If it is not known to others, it cannot be done by yourself.
Didn't you say it yourself, how many secrets a person needs to hide in order to live his life skillfully.
Now you can't keep your secrets Now, how do you treat the great monk, your position?
Someone wants to sit down.
The little girl must have an explanation to her friends.
Look at those people at the yamen gate.
If you kill the little girl in public, then Buddhism is really over.
"Wu Mei.
With a determined smile on her face, she was sure that Shenxiu would not do this.
"I understand."
Shenxiu nodded, and his expression returned to his natural state.
He bowed to Ma Yiyi and said, "My lord, please review this case temporarily.
I will give an explanation to the world tomorrow."
Ma Zhou was naturally very happy and immediately announced that that was the end of the day and the trial would continue tomorrow.
The onlookers were naturally dissatisfied.
They were far away, and Shenxiu and Wu Mei spoke quietly, so they couldn't hear them clearly.
I only saw both sides handing a few pieces of paper to Mr.
Fu Yin, and then the big monk said a few words to the little bitch, and that was it.
This was so lacking in storytelling and appeal that the onlookers strongly urged the author to write 200,000 words.
Ma Zhou didn't care whether the people were satisfied or not.
What he wanted to do was neither offend the Buddhists nor the Yun family.
That's what it's like to be an official, and your skills must be high.
Things between the rich and powerful are actually just like that.
Who with a bad mind would try to create a real relationship between them.
Shenxiu sat quietly in front of the Buddha.
The majestic Buddha looked at his disciple with pity.
Medicine Buddha has a stern face, but Maitreya Buddha is still smiling.
I have worshiped the past Buddha, the present Buddha, and the future Buddha all my life, but the present Buddha cannot save me.
It's so quiet around me.
I don't know when it started.
There are always many people around me.
All kinds of people, everyone with a smile on their face.
Only God knows whether he is smiling or not, maybe there is Buddha.
Only after passing through three thousand small worlds can we gain the eight great freedoms.
Perhaps, I am just in a small world.
After surviving this calamity, maybe I will go to another small world.
I don’t know why, but there are so many possibilities today, more than ever before "The body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror.
Always brush it diligently to prevent it from attracting dust."
I muttered my own words over and over again.
Maybe the master was right.
"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand.
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There is nothing in the beginning, so where is the dust."
Huineng is right.
There is nothing in the beginning, where is the dust?
There is still dust in the world in my heart.
Maybe this is cultivation. .
Practice, practice, and practice, and only then can you move on.
The taste of wine is so spicy.
How can Huineng bear it?
Why does he like drinking.
I have tasted the taste of women myself, and this is really my first time tasting this wine.
Forget it, everything is over, I have learned this lesson.
My practice in the next life may go further.
She drank a little too much, and Shenxiu smelled of alcohol.
I staggered out of the main hall.
There was a mountain of firewood at the entrance of the main hall.
It was covered with kerosene, and countless monks stood around Chaishan.
The voice of chanting sutras was so loud that the thick Sanskrit sounds penetrated into my head.
I have listened to scriptures for a lifetime, and today this is the last time.
He strode to Chaishan Mountain and shook his cassock.
Finally, he sorted himself out.
He is a great monk and has been in front of dignitaries all his life.
He must not be embarrassed at this time.
The torch was thrown on the Chai Mountain, and the blue karma fire turned into a diamond sword and burned Shenxiu's body mercilessly.
The numbness caused by alcohol made Shenxiu unable to feel pain That night, the great monk was sitting in Longquan Temple.
"Aren't we going too far by doing this?"
Yunhao looked at the fire in Longquan Temple and touched his nose.
There was a trace of guilt in my heart towards Shenxiu for no reason.
To be honest, Shenxiu is a bit old-fashioned, but he is definitely not a bad person.
"Demon King Yunbo Xun said: In your Dharma-ending period, I will ask my disciples and disciples to sneak into your monk treasure, wear your cassocks, and destroy your Dharma.
They will misinterpret your scriptures and destroy your precepts in order to achieve the level of my power today. unattainable purpose.
It’s you Yun family again, Buddha is you, Shura is you too.
Now you don't seem like someone who can kill people in Goryeo.
One moment it is Buddha, the other moment it is Shura.
How on earth did you do that?
It's so split personality in your words.
I ask you to do this for the sake of Buddhism.
Look at what Buddhism has become now.
It’s crazy to collect money for incense.
The Zen monastery left to them by the Buddhist ancestors of the past dynasties is now enclosed and admission fees are collected.
There are people who keep mistresses and lovers, go to prostitutes and drink wine, and there are people who do business and lend money.
What's more, they put on monk's robes and cassocks during the day, and at night they go home to have their wives and children warm up on the kang.
Referring to the Buddha to eat and sell the Buddha to wear clothes, there is no faith and no spiritual practice.
There is only the word "money".
If the Buddha's Dharma taught to us is promoted like this, Buddhism will be closed sooner or later.
Don't talk about others, just talk about this show.
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Is it a lie to seduce a girl from a good family in the name of dual cultivators?
Don’t others know?
Don’t you know how much savings he has in the bank?
He lends money at usury, seizes official land, and clings to powerful people.
Isn’t it all a lie?
Monks are empty of all four elements.
This is true for great monks who are empty of Buddhism.
You expect the other monks to sit upright and the master will place the heavy burden of revitalizing Buddhism on the poor monks, otherwise the poor monks will do such despicable things."
The Huineng in front of him no longer smiled, but only spoke righteously.
Yunhao found that this product was too deceptive.
When everyone thought he was just a fair-weather monk, this guy had already completed a magnificent transformation and transformed into an enlightened monk.
There is no need to wear underwear outside, and there is no need to find a phone booth to change clothes, just turn around.
As the famous magic stick of the Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism, this guy is indeed outstanding.
"Okay, I don't care about your Buddhist affairs.
I just want those who do things to do what they should do.
What Buddhists should do is Qingdeng Ancient Buddha.
Since you promised that Buddhists will withdraw from the ranks of moneylenders, you must do it.
If you can't do it, you know what I'm going to do."
Yun Hao cupped his hands and said goodbye.
He no longer wants to stand with this person who has an evil heart in his eyes.
Every time he talks to him, his brain cells will die in batches.
When Shenxiu died, according to Buddhism, this was called sitting.
Or maybe there was something else that Yunhao didn't know.
The monks pulled out seven relics from a pile of ashes.
Maybe he had really become a Buddha, or maybe these were just a few kidney stones.
Wu Mei's People's Daily immediately had a new news hot spot.
Xiang Xu published the story that Master Shenxiu and Lian Xin had to tell, on the rationality of dual cultivation of Tantric Buddhism and the historical origin of Fangzhong Shu, on the sexual happiness and life of Zen masters, on the difficulties of monks' precepts under affluent conditions, etc., combining theoretical and practical aspects.
The leadership collective with Mr.
Li Er as the core leadership cannot be written anymore, and the book will be closed if it is written further.
There are only five million words here.
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One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and life in Buddhism became extremely difficult.
At the critical moment, one person stood up.
To be precise, a Buddha stood up.
The great monk Huineng, who had not been seen for a long time, returned to Chang'an and officially took over Longquan Temple.
Li Er responded very quickly this time.
Before Shenxiu's ashes had cooled down, there was a new great monk Zheng in the Tang Dynasty.
Since then, Southern Zen and Northern Zen merged.
Shenxiu withdrew from the stage of history, and Huineng became the sixth ancestor of Zen.
The Shenxiu incident finally attracted Li Er's strong attention, and what he was concerned about was not Shenxiu's death.
It was the powerful influence brought by the new public opinion.
A mere newspaper changed Zen Buddhism's leadership in a short period of time.
And it also made it possible for Buddhism to never operate a lending business again.
Buddhism has always been the main force in Chang'an's fight against the Qianzhuang, but now it is better.
If you can't fight without a fight, just kill Shenxiu.
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The forces fighting against the bank were severely hit, and Daomen is now as well-behaved as a cat.
Yuan Tiangang is busy competing with Buddhism for believers, and he is even more wary of the court and the new media.
I was afraid that if I didn't do it right, I would offend the editor-in-chief of Wuhan University.
Write an article about the explosive news that the Taoist sect occupied Wudang Mountain and received 580 tickets.
The fares at Wudang Mountain dropped accordingly, the Taoist guarding the mountain gate said with shame.
The fare was 580 yuan, which was written incorrectly before.
With sales support, Wu Mei held a grand auction of advertising space.
During this period, merchants in Chang'an experienced fierce competition, and King Biao even made tens of thousands of dollars.
For a time, People's Daily was pushed to the forefront.
Capital giants have come out one after another and have developed a strong interest in new media.
Tabloids are springing up like mushrooms after a rain, and their content ranges from criticizing social evils to entertainment gossip.
There is a newspaper called Playboy, which specifically introduces information about brothels in Chang'an.
From the singer's talent and appearance to her figure and appearance.
Even the skills in bed are given detailed ratings and evaluations.
As soon as it was launched on the market, it was criticized by the ladies as a scumbag, and everyone looked at Playboy with a critical eye every day.
Then going to the brothel and trying to find out the errors in the newspaper information has become a favorite spare time activity for the wives.
Wei Zheng finally couldn't stand it anymore and wrote a letter criticizing the corruption of the current media market.
He believed that the state should control the news, and the letter had not been on Li Er's desk for long.
The sick imperial doctor was attacked to pieces by newspapers Tabloids from all over the world tried their best to dig into Mr.
Wei's various corrupt behaviors.
If you didn’t dig up, you wouldn’t know it, but it turns out that Wei Zheng is actually the largest shareholder of Bianyifang, Datang’s number one supermarket brand.
His son Wei Shuyu is actually the executive director of Bianyifang.
As soon as the news came out, major newspapers reprinted it one after another.
Wei Zheng's image as clear as water and as bright as a mirror was severely damaged.
It is said that he vomited blood as soon as he saw the newspaper.
After Sun Simiao's emergency rescue, he was finally out of danger.
However, Lao Sun said that Wei Zheng could not survive for more than a month and asked the Wei family to prepare for future generations as soon as possible.
The man who made a living by scolding people was actually scolded to death by the newspapers, and the court was in an uproar.
Everyone was worried about being caught by the newspapers, so the Tang Empire ushered in the New Year with trembling officials.
Yunhao doesn't care about these things.
The only thing he wants to do is to light the fire and watch the scenery.
He didn't care whether the company would be burned down or not.
Li Er was a super overlord.
Everything is naturally within his control.
Everyone in Datang is like a monkey in front of him, and they will never be able to escape from Li Er's palm.
Now for Yunhao, how to save his eldest son from a pile of flour is what he should consider.
Today is Yuan Day, and the Yun family’s tradition is to make dumplings.
These things are fun to do together as a family, so Yunbaobao, who considers himself an adult, volunteered to make noodles.
Adding too much water makes the noodles a bit thin.
Zhang Miaoke glanced at it and told his son that he wanted more noodles.
So there is more noodles, and then more water is added.
This old lady is unreliable.
She goes into the kitchen quite a few times a year.
But I always go to check on hygiene, and I can count the number of times I cook on one hand.
It is better to expect her to give her son the right advice than to believe that a sow can climb a tree.
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The son finally let himself live inside, and Yunhao had to help.
Because the panda Xiaohua next to him was also eager to try, Yunhao didn't want them to waste all the flour in Zhuangzi.
There are many wives, but few capable ones.
Zhang Miaoke and Dugu Wanwan are just playful, but Helan is willing to do it.
But no matter how you look at the dumplings, they look like a mixture of steamed buns and siomai.
Rugged and heroic, full of strong ethnic minority style The dumplings made by Xiner are very beautiful, with pointed ends and a round belly, like ingots.
She and the two girls who had taken over the house were the main force today.
The rest are all just making trouble.
Wu Mei pouted and followed Xin'er to learn how to make dumplings.
Although the arrogant Wu Meiniang doesn't like cooking, her superior IQ makes her very capable of learning.
Soon, the dumplings she made were comparable to Xin'er's.
"Why are you pouting and handing over the People's Daily to His Majesty?
This is serious business.
The news media needs to be controlled.
This is an inevitable result.
The court will not let the people control the direction of public opinion.
Thousands of heads of Shandong's elite are not dead yet.
I I don’t want to get the whole Yun family involved yet.”
Yun Hao snorted when he saw the pouting Wu Mei.
The People's Daily consigned Wu Mei to the status of the uncrowned king, and the nobles in the imperial court were all polite when they saw Editor-in-Chief Wu.
Within a few days of the good times, Yunhao decided to hand over 60% of the shares of People's Daily to the court.
This made Wu Mei feel that her position was seriously threatened.
It is easy to go from low to high, but it is more difficult to go from high to low.
A queen is just a mortal
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