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"What do you want to do? 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 How are you doing? Monk Zheng, someone wants to take your seat. And the little girl must explain to her friends. Knowing that you have murderous intentions, look at those people at the yamen gate. You really killed the little girl in public. , Buddhism is really finished." Wu Mei had a determined smile on her face, she was sure that Shenxiu would not do this.
"Understood!" Shenxiu nodded, and his expression returned to his natural state.
Facing Ma Yiyi, he said politely: "Sir! Please review this case for the time being. I will give an explanation to the world tomorrow."
Ma Zhou was naturally happy and immediately announced that it would end today 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 doesn¡¯t care whether the people are satisfied or not. What he wants to do is to neither offend Buddhism 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. Buddha in the past, Buddha in the present, Buddha in the future! I have worshiped him all my life, but now the Buddha cannot save me.
It¡¯s so quiet all around! I don¡¯t know since when, I have always been surrounded by many people. All kinds of people, everyone with a smile on their face. Only God knows whether he is smiling or not, maybe maybe there is Buddha.
Only after passing through three thousand small worlds can you 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!
"My body is like a bodhi tree, my heart is like a mirror stand. I must brush it diligently all the time to avoid causing dust! Wipe it diligently all the time! Wipe it diligently all the time!" He muttered his own words over and over again. Maybe the master was right.
"There is no Bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, so where can it cause dust." Huineng is right, there is nothing in the beginning, where can it cause dust! There is still dust in the world in my heart, maybe this is cultivation. Practice! Practice! Practicing and practicing at the same time! Only when you have repaired it can you move on.
The wine tastes so spicy! How could Huineng endure it? Why did he like drinking. I have tasted the taste of women myself, and this is really my first time tasting this wine.
never mind! Everything is over, and this lesson has been learned. My practice in the next life may go even 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 the top of Mount Chai and shook his cassock. Finally, he sorted himself out. He was a great monk, and he would never be embarrassed in front of noble people all his life. He must not be embarrassed at this time.
The torch was thrown on Chaishan, 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 is upright and beautiful, sitting in Longquan Temple.
"We are doing this a little too much, aren't we?" 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.
"Devil 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 misinterpret your scriptures and destroy your precepts in order to achieve the level of my power today. An unattainable goal¡.
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.
 The government should control the news, and the letter was not on Li Er's desk for long. The sick imperial doctor was attacked completely by newspapers!
Tabloids from all walks of life have 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 scolded almost 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.
Too much water was added and the noodles were a little 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.
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 Xin'er 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! Handing over the People's Daily to His Majesty 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 yet rotten. I don¡¯t want to bring in the whole Yun family yet!¡± Yun Hao snorted when he saw the pouting Wu Mei.
The People¡¯s Daily elevated Wu Mei to the status of the uncrowned king, and the nobles in the 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.
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