Zhu Yunxi shook his head.

Obviously, he was not satisfied with such concessions and proposals.

Monk Zhihui built his own fo country in his mind over and over again, so as to suppress the urge to leave this secular place.

Facing the grandson of the Imperial Prince who shook his head, Zhihui felt very surprised.

According to his proposal, it is equivalent to completely placing the fo sect under the control of Ming law.

This is completely different from the current situation.

The FO clan is originally cooperative and free from political power. Only in this way can the FO clan's transcendent status in the eyes of secular people be guaranteed.

"Your Highness, what this poor monk said has gone against everyone in the world."

Monk Zhihui looked unbearable and sighed softly.

Zhu Yunxi was still shaking his head. Before Monk Zhihui thought that this negotiation would break down, he stood up and looked out the window at the snowy scene.

In the distance, several green pines transplanted by the Ministry of Industry from unknown sources look like coiled dragons. Their branches are covered with snow, but they still echo the nearby cypress trees.

Zhu Yunxi plans to tell a story with this monk Zhihui who wants to build a grand ideal fo country.

So, Zhu Yunxi spoke softly: "Master, have you ever been familiar with the affairs of Shang and Zhou Dynasty?"

Wisdom nodded: "Although the poor monk is proficient in Fo Dharma, he has also read several history books."

"That's good." Zhu Yunxi said with a smile: "Master, does he know that King Zhou of Shang is called the king of men, while King Wen of Zhou is called the emperor. Nowadays, some people among the people say that people are called kings, but the emperor is humble. So,

Human race condescends to heaven?"

This is a treasonous statement.

Even monk Zhihui, who was practicing hard in front of the green lantern, couldn't help but frown.

Zhu Yunxi continued: "Perhaps the master will think that what Gu is going to say next is just because of Gu's identity."

"The poor monk dare not."

Zhu Yunxi smiled, but did not investigate whether Wisdom was true to his words, but said softly: "But in Gu's opinion, what is a human king? He is the one who is in charge of the human race. What is the emperor? He is the one who controls all things on behalf of heaven!"<

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Zhihui's eyes flashed: "Between Sumeru, there are three thousand worlds."

Zhu Yunxi turned around, looked at the monk Zhihui who was sitting in front of him, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "All dharma respects the emperor, even between Sumeru!"

There was silence in the conservatory in the back garden of Taisun Mansion.

The only thing left here was the Babao teapot placed on the stove. It kept making whimpering sounds and blowing out bursts of white smoke, allowing those who witnessed it to declare the immediate excitement inside the pot.

Zhihui couldn't help but clasping her hands together and lowering her head: "I'm afraid it will be difficult for my Taoist disciples to make the trip."

Zhu Yunxi smiled slightly, sat cross-legged and sat down again, picked up the teacup that was no longer so hot, and took a sip of the eight-treasure tea that was extra sweet because it had been brewed for too long today.

The court's laws are fair.

At least, the laws currently implemented by the Ming Dynasty treat most people relatively fairly. This also includes those from outside the country, represented by the monk Zhihui in front of me.

Justice means that they can continue to obtain benefits through the means of rules, just like ministers in the court, in legitimate ways and reasons.

And if everything respects the emperor.

Then the will of this party will be decided by the emperor alone.

Very hegemonic and unfair.

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【The direct son of the Ming Dynasty】

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But it can take the will of the imperial power as the criterion, and everything can be taken or taken away, all decided by one person.

Zhu Yunxi thought of Sun Gou'er, the steward of the inner palace, who was probably serving the old man in Qianqing Palace at the moment, and also thought of Yutian, the steward of Taisun Mansion, who was standing outside the greenhouse at the moment.

Obviously, Monk Zhihui also understands this.

Therefore, he directly stated the impossibility of this matter.

Zhu Yunxi looked at Zhihui: "If we follow the master's previous estimate and help me alone, how many years will it take for the master's ambition to be realized?"

Zhihui raised her head, her eyes that were originally empty were filled with hesitation and struggle.

He whispered: "This is a great catastrophe, and it won't happen in less than a hundred years."

Zhu Yunxi nodded, agreeing with Zhihui's sobriety at the moment.

Sometimes, heretics are far more hateful than heretics.

The reform of the imperial court is often measured in ten years, with a foundation of hundreds of years. But for Zhihui, it is a period of hundreds of years, with a foundation of thousands of years.

Zhu Yunxi said: "What if the master can see the ambition he envisioned before he laid the relics in his lifetime?"

Zhihui was slightly startled.

He is in his thirties this year. If people outside the country do not experience hardship, their life span will always be long. Even if it is less, I still have at least fifty years to live.

In fifty years, we can see that the ambition is in front of us?

Or even, shorter time?

Zhihui looked at Zhu Yunxi with doubts in her eyes.

Zhu Yunxi explained with a smile: "It is the twenty-eighth year of Hongwu. After the beginning of spring, the imperial court will convene two Fodao sects in the capital to carry out water and land rituals and fasting rituals, and gather disciples from both sects from all over the world to pray for the emperor's examination of Xiaoci and Empress Dowager Ci. Blessings."

The wisdom that had always been calm in my heart finally flashed with a hint of surprise in those empty eyes, revealing twinkling and moving expressions.

"Master should be very clear that the holding of Dharma meetings and fasting festivals are just two rituals. But in the capital, it is hosted by the imperial court, and it also summons disciples from all over the world. What kind of scene will it be."

Zhihui felt that the abyss of greed that ancestor Fo had said appeared before her eyes, and the endless temptation stretched out her arms one after another, trying to pull herself into the abyss.

But I am so obsessed with this greed.

He couldn't help but trembled all over. He immediately closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, reciting scriptures in a low voice.

However, Zhu Yunxi's voice penetrated into Zhihui's ears like a trap containing honey.

"Millions of people in the capital are paying attention. Thousands of disciples from the two sects have gathered. Masters from all over the world have attended the meeting. The host should choose a person with great wisdom, great awakening, and great emptiness. He should add two sects of great ambition and great ambition, and gather the will and strength of the two sects of disciples.

, can become an eternal event."

Chihui opened his eyes, but felt that all he saw was the scene of Abi Hell, but his heart was ecstatic.

"If I don't go to hell, who will?" Zhihui clasped her hands together and recited in a low voice, then looked at Zhu Yunxi: "What does Your Highness want the poor monk to do? If the poor monk's great wish can be fulfilled, all dharma will be respected by the emperor."
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Zhihui finally found excuse for herself and went to hell, while the emperor was supposed to control all things on behalf of heaven.

"Seng Lu Si and Dao Lu Si have been held accountable this time, and they will change their ways from now on." Zhu Yunxi looked calmly, holding the winning ticket and said: "As the master said yesterday, Ming Dynasty hopes that both disciples can meditate in

In front of the green lantern, there is no shortage of food and clothing, and constant support."

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【The direct son of the Ming Dynasty】

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Don’t wait for Chie to ask questions.

Zhu Yunxi had already spoken again: "After the beginning of spring, there will be two gatherings to pray for blessings, and decrees will be sent to various places in the near future. If the master is really devoted to fo, I can ask the emperor to issue an edict to give the master the name of presiding over the spring ceremony.

The person who will host the fasting ceremony can also be recommended by the master."

Zhihui closed her mouth tightly and slowly lowered her head, but her teeth were gritted together.

The temptation is too great.

The imperial court...

No!

It’s because the young grandson of the Imperial Supervisor in front of me has given him too much.

As long as I can get the position of hosting the Water and Land Dharma Conference next spring, it will be tantamount to proving in front of the entire Fo family that I have the support of the court and even the emperor.

What next?

The door probably has to make concessions, after all, it also has the power to recommend.

As long as he has this support, he can do a lot of things.

A majestic world of Fo sect that strictly abides by the rules and precepts, a majestic world where only oneself and his disciples explain the Fo method, will step by step into the world of Sumeru.

fozu can cut flesh.

You can also go barefoot in Abi Purgatory.

Perhaps, I should also prepare a copy of the book now and have it sent to Jingye Temple, the ancestral court of the Lu** Sect.
To be continued...