Supernatural powers and precepts.

Chewing on the already cold wine and food, Yang Yu chewed the message in the book in his heart.

He listened more than once when he kept the precepts.

The old monk Hui'an from Lanke Temple, some comments from Sanxiaosanren, the words of the master of Miaofa, and examples from Xu Wenji's miscellaneous talks on supernatural powers.

A lot of information was summarized, summarized and sorted out in his mind.

The one-man statement is not to mention whether it is credible or not, but it always has one-sided nature. Yang Yu has always been accustomed to analyzing and summarizing it in his heart.

"The Wonderful Dharma Master said that both gods and Buddhas keep precepts, so what if they don't keep them?"

"The old man said that gods and Buddhas keep precepts like officials abide by the law. This metaphor is not very appropriate, because there are far more law-abiding officials in this world than those of the law-abiding people."

"Suppose I am a god and Buddha, and I am carrying the power of traveling to the North Sea and Cangwu in the evening, and eating the dew and clouds in the morning. I am not controlled by anyone, why should I keep the precepts?"

"What's wrong with being happy about the free and free immortal Buddha?"

"According to the words of these schools, if you do not keep the precepts, you will be doomed, and this will not stand scrutiny. Instead, I prefer powerful power and long time to destroy my mind and human nature."

"The eight Buddhist precepts are all human nature! Could it be that the so-called keeping precepts is to restrain one's own heart, or does not want to lose it, or is that keeping precepts is to keep the anchor of one's own human nature?"

"The entry-level person should keep a precept, and the more the gods and demons who have a profound merit, the more they should keep a precept?"

"So there is a saying that "Bajie is a god and a Buddha" in the Taoist sect of Moyunmen?"

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He thought about everything in his mind, as if he had gained something, and seemed to have gained something or not. Until the table of wine and food was finished, Yang Yu did not have a clear answer.

However, there was a vague idea in my mind.

After a long time, he digested the income, put down the money, stood up and left Chunfeng Tower.

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After half a month of iron serum washing, the entire city of Deyang was a little nervous, but this did not include the people who were already forced by high grain prices to almost sell their children and daughters to become slaves.

On the street, you can hear clapping and clamoring everywhere, which thug was cut off, which bully was raided, and which thief was hung at the city gate.

"Keep the precepts..."

Yang Yu stood in the long street, wearing a flying fish suit that made the people on the street avoid it, and they were so frightened that they didn't even dare to speak out.

He closed his eyes slightly, and everything in the whole street was in his senses, talking, terrifying, envious, and longing...

If he is unscrupulous, how could he do?

There is no need to deduce this.

With his courage and strength to himself, with his current martial arts, there are millions of people inside and outside the streets, inside and outside the city, if he wants to, it is almost unstoppable.

What kind of wife and four concubines? If he wants to, hundreds of beauties can be at their fingertips, and even the compliance and legality of Xu Wenji can't make mistakes.

What kind of delicacy is that even if Deyang Mansion is like a purgatory on earth at this time, it can be so luxurious that it can only kill thousands of pigs and hundreds of sheep and eat one bite and fall in love with it.

The same is true for gold, silver and jewelry.

With his martial arts today, he can dominate and rank in every prefecture and county.

But why didn't he?

Fear of Xu Wenji?

Fear of the court?

Yes, but not all.

"I am not a perfect person in morality, but I studied the Dharma in my previous life and I am cautious in this life. I may not be worthy of everyone, but I am worthy of my heart..."

"In this way, whether to keep the precepts or not depends on others, but on me."

The enlightenment arose in his heart, and Yang Yu felt that he was troubled. His heart seemed to have a sense of harmony and vitality, and his whole spirit was refreshed after washing.

"I have never kept the precepts, but I have a sense of responsibility in my heart!"

Under the gaze of the people, Yang Yu walked away with his steps more steadily.

It seemed nothing to figure out a doubt, but his mood had been getting better for a long time, and he felt it was a great benefit to him.

But he didn't think about it, felt the noise on the street and walked around in a hurry.

After walking through several streets, the population was still dense, and all the houses I saw were full of. Although there were many yamen runners and soldiers who were maintaining order, they still seemed messy.

In front of a large-scale courtyard, Yang Yu stopped.

"Come..."

The guard was a little sleepy, and when he heard the footsteps, he subconsciously wanted to speak, and his mouth was immediately covered by his companion.

"Jin, Jinyiwei, Qian, Qianhu?"

The guard came to his senses and looked at the red flying fish suit, and suddenly he was shocked and stood straight.

"I don't know how to be a sir?"

The other guard also tensed his heart and was a little nervous.

"Who is the one who is in charge here at this moment?"

Yang Yu asked a question.

The two guards looked at each other, and did not dare to neglect them, so they quickly responded:

"It's Bu Lingxu, Lord Bu. He arrived the day before yesterday..."

"Is it him?"

Yu Yang was not surprised either.

In the battle of encircling Jilongshan, Yu Xuan died in battle, Tang Bailie and Zhao Qingchuan were all seriously injured. Even with the elixirs of the Six Gates, they could not be cured in a short time.

He raised his foot and was about to enter, but the two guards wanted to stop him but how dare they?

He had to watch Yang Yu walk into the stronghold of Liushenmen. Seeing his back disappear, he took a shortcut and reported to the backyard.

"After receiving the call from the chief inspector, the captains from all prefectures responded, but they were still too far away, and they might not arrive next year..."

"Mr. Tang, Lord Zhao's injuries have not healed. Although he is willing to come, he cannot come for the time being..."

"Ten days ago, Long Yuanwei left, nowhere to go..."

"The chief arrester has no news yet, so he can't contact..."

"Qi Gang didn't know where to go, but Qiu Zhanyu went to Chunfeng Tower earlier to meet a Jinyiwei Qianhu. That Qianhu didn't seem to know what we knew..."

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In the empty backyard, several heads with six doors bowed and reported.

Under the bare trunk, Bu Ling sat on the ground with a brocade cloth, wiping the spear in his palm. The spear as thick as a child's arm rolled from time to time, making the sound of gold and stone rolling.

"Always pay attention to the movements of the Jinyiwei and Longyuanwei. If there is any information about the general arrester, please reply to me as soon as possible."

Bu Lingxu waved his hand and asked several people to retreat.

Jingxin wiped the spear in her palm, with doubts and worries on her cold face:

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Where did the Chief Captain go..."

"Master Bu!"

The footsteps came in a hurry, and the guards bowed and told them what had happened before.

"Qianyiwei Qianhu? Who is his surname? What is his six doors? What are my six doors?"

Bu Lingxu frowned.

Seeing that the guard was timid and too lazy to ask, he didn't see how to exert force. He had already lifted his spear and left the courtyard without hesitating. Several ups and downs had arrived at the front yard.

"Sir, the person who comes is, yes..."

There were quite a lot of people in the front yard, including head and constables. When he saw him, his face looked a little ugly. Before he could reply, he was scolded.

"waste!"

Looking at the reactions of these people, Bu Lingxu didn't know what was going on, and he felt angry, but he couldn't have anger at this time.

A little down, falling into the front yard:

"Who is here to my six doors? Why don't you tell me in advance?"

No response.

Bu Lingxu's face darkened and he strode into the main hall, but no one was seen. He looked around his eagle eyes and found that the study room where the desks were placed had been opened.

Who is so bold?

"this……"

Bu Lingxu was not angry but shocked. The status of the Jinyiwei was above the six gates, which is well known to everyone, but the two sides did not belong to each other. How could thousands of households dare to go through the situation in broad daylight and read the information on the file?
To be continued...