My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 388 My cousin has finally shown up!
"We Buddhist practitioners value cause and effect the most."

"Including the one thousand taels from last time, if you are willing to give twelve thousand taels, then our karmic debts can be settled."

“But if you only give seven thousand taels, then there will be a karmic entanglement between us. Please think it through, benefactor.”

The old monk's expression turned solemn as he looked intently at Zeng Anmin.

cause and effect?

This was the first time Zeng Anmin had ever heard of such a thing.

"Cause and effect, are they harmful to me?" Zeng Anmin stared blankly at the old monk.

“No harm.” The old monk remained solemn: “Cause and effect have no bearing on benefit or harm.”

"Oh, why did you bring it up if it's harmless?"

Zeng Anmin pursed his lips speechlessly.

To be honest, he only has seven thousand taels of gold at hand right now.

If there were any more, it would be quite troublesome, as he would have to send a message to Shen Jun in Qinghai Bay.

"Amitabha."

"Hehe, please send this money to Xiliu to help the refugees."

“Okay!” Zeng Anmin nodded nonchalantly.

The old monk's expression was extremely complex. He looked at Zeng Anmin for a while, then gently bowed to him.
"Thank you, donor."

"You're welcome, it's only right that I pay for the consultation."

…………

in the room.

There were only Zeng Anmin and the old monk.

"This humble monk will attach himself to you with the power of his great vow."

"Once this power of great aspiration enters the benefactor's sea of ​​consciousness, it will form a channel for transmission."

"At that time, please open your mind and channel that corrupting power into this transport channel."

"Rest assured, the Great Vow Path is not something this humble monk cultivates, and it will not pry into your sea of ​​consciousness."

……

The old monk's words echoed in my mind.

With a thought, Zeng Anmin entered the space of his consciousness.

He slowly looked up.

His gaze was fixed on the golden circle above his sea of ​​consciousness.

Within the golden circle was a mass of dark aura.

"The power of decay and corruption."

Zeng Anmin frowned as he looked at the mass of energy.

He had a feeling that something was wrong.

But he couldn't say exactly where it was.

Just as he was deep in thought, the old monk's voice rang in his ears.

"Please make preparations, benefactor."

next moment.

Zeng Anmin then saw a path, like an auspicious road, being projected from outside his sea of ​​consciousness toward his sea of ​​consciousness.

The entire road was made of golden light.

Every inch of golden light is etched with a figure.

Whether they were high-ranking officials, elderly people on their deathbeds, women, or children...

It's impossible to count them all.

These people had only one thing in common: piety.

They knelt in devout worship.

"Benefactor, can the path to great aspirations be formed within your sea of ​​consciousness?"

The old monk's voice rang out.

Zeng Anmin snapped out of his shock at the grand avenue and quickly said, "Alright."

"Then please guide it to the power of decay."

"it is good!"

Zeng Anmin didn't waste any words. He felt that he could control the Grand Vision Path, and with a slight thought, he made a decision.

Then they saw that the Great Dao, as if guiding an arm, followed its own train of thought, turned a corner, and spread out onto the dark aura in the air.

Before long, the end of the road led to that corrupting power.

"All right."

Zeng Anmin shouted something to the outside.

"Amitabha."

The Buddhist chanting ended.

Then the road suddenly flashed with light.

The dark, decaying power was drawn into the Great Ambition Path, like water flowing through a straw.

Flowing outwards along the main road...

Zeng Anmin stared at it for a long time.

Finally, I heard a "pop!"

The corrupting power was expelled from his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Boom!!!"

A sudden lightness washed over him.

The pressure suddenly disappeared.

My mood became extremely cheerful.

"Whoo~"

Zeng Anmin breathed a sigh of relief.

"It feels so good to have nothing weighing me down."

Thinking like this.

He exited the space of his consciousness and slowly opened his eyes.

Then his expression changed.

"Master Hongji! What's wrong with you?!"

in front of him.

Master Hongji, whose face had been glowing with a rosy light, was now extremely dim.

His eyes were black.

His complexion was ashen.

His lips were chapped and had an eerie dark color.

Hongji opened his eyes at this moment.

Although he was unwell, his eyes were clear and kind.

"The power of decay cannot be eliminated in a short time."

“The humble monk then first introduced it into his body and used the vast Buddhist teachings to warm it day by day.”

“Don’t worry, benefactor. It is no match for the power of this humble monk’s Buddha. It will be subdued by the Buddha’s Dharma within six months at most.”

A smile played on his ashen face, as if he had everything under control.

They don't care about anything in this world.

But it was precisely his indifferent expression.

This silenced Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath and stared straight at the old monk:

"Is it worth it?"

The old monk was taken aback at first.

He then smiled and shook his head: "You are good in every way, except that your memory is a little bad."

He stretched out his hands, gently put them together, and uttered a Buddhist chant:
"Amitabha."

"If this monk suffers one more calamity, the world will suffer one less calamity."

“This is the great vow of Buddha, and so it is of this humble monk.” “Not to mention, you have already paid for the consultation.”

Zeng Anmin remained silent for a long time.

Fomen.

For the first time, he felt that he still knew too little about Buddhism.

No, I need to come here more often to learn from the old monk.

It's also great to improve one's state of mind.

"Thank you, Master."

Zeng Anmin put his hands together and bowed gently to the old monk.

"Hehe, no need for such formalities, benefactor. This packet of tea is for you. Please drink more tea when you get back."

The old monk picked up a packet of tea from the table with his withered, wooden hands and handed it to Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin took the tea leaves and nodded earnestly: "Okay."

……

Just then, a clear, childlike voice rang out:

"Has Benefactor Tiger arrived?"

There was a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Zeng Anmin looked down.

The young monk Yingchen stood at the door with his hands clasped together, looking at him expectantly.

Zeng Anmin shrugged: "I'm still recovering at home."

"Oh~" Xiao Yingchen's voice was a little disappointed, but he reacted quickly and hurriedly said to Zeng Anmin:

"If you encounter Master Hu upon your return, please kindly tell him..."

Xiao Yingchen pursed her lips, lowered her head shyly, and said:

"Just tell him that this humble monk misses him a little."

Uh.

Zeng Anmin blinked.

Isn't it said that Buddhists are all free from worldly desires?
"You little monk, haven't you broken some precepts?"

Zeng Anmin winked at him with a smile.

"Hmm... I don't think so..." The young monk looked up at the old monk, his eyes filled with caution.

The old monk simply smiled and remained silent.

Seeing this, Zeng Anmin felt somewhat ashamed.

He almost wanted to tell the old monk that the money was negotiable.

Seven thousand taels, right?
I'd like to add another thousand taels!

……

That night.

Zeng Anmin returned to his own courtyard in the Duke's mansion from Fa'an Temple.

He was thinking of going to find Hu Zi.

Please convey to the young monk his longing for him.

After all, she had already promised the young monk.

But he ran into Zeng Shilin when he went out.

The moment the father and son met, Zeng Shilin raised an eyebrow:
"You've been to Fa'an Temple?"

"Yes, Master Hongji has cured the corrupting power in my body."

Hearing this, Zeng Shilin breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that you're cured.

But after a moment he frowned again: "The power of decay?"

“Yes, the power of decay, that’s what the old master… um, Master Hongji told me.”

Zeng Anmin felt that it was better to be more respectful to people.

"Yes, whatever it is, as long as it's cured, that's fine."

"Your father is going to the Ministry of Personnel."

Zeng Anmin was puzzled. He looked at the dark sky outside and asked, "What are you doing at the yamen so late?"

"The Taoist and Buddhist conference will be held in two days. The Ministry of War should arrange troops to maintain order at the event."

His father glanced at him:
"Aren't your Imperial City Guards going?"

"I really don't know that." Zeng Anmin thought for a moment, and indeed he had not received any orders in this regard.

"Yes, the Taoist and Buddhist Assembly is held at Fa'an Temple, which is not under the jurisdiction of your North and South Academies. It should be Xing Siya's place."

“Indeed.” Zeng Anmin nodded. Dongtidu mainly governs the eastern part of the capital, and Faan Temple is within its jurisdiction.

"At that time, people from the Daoist Sword Sect will come. You can go and observe. According to the news of the previous Daoist and Buddhist conferences, the Sword Sect experts who come each time are at least second-rank. Even if you can't understand anything by analogy, you can still learn something."

"Being able to witness the methods of the Daoist Sword Sect will give us some protection in the future."

"After all, isn't there a Daoist sect within your Heavenly Dao Alliance?"

“Okay.” Zeng Anmin nodded seriously.

Since we have already decided to go to Faan Temple in a few days.

Then there's no rush to tell Tiger. We can just take Tiger with us when it's time to go.

For several days.

Besides his spiritual practice, Zeng Anmin also handled affairs in the Imperial City Guard.

In particular, Zeng Anmin personally led a team to patrol the imperial city with Sima Nan.

Besides these things, he also often chatted with "Tao" in his sea of ​​consciousness.

That is, the Heartless Taoist.

As he got closer to the capital, he became more talkative within the Heavenly Dao Alliance.

……

After the yamen was closed that day.

Zeng Anmin rode his tall horse back to the mansion.

"A distinguished guest has arrived?"

Zeng Anmin looked at the servants who were busy at work and asked one of them at random.

"People from the Taoist sect have come to visit."

……

Zeng Anmin was stunned upon hearing this.

road?
That kid came to the capital so quickly?
He was chatting with that kid yesterday, saying that it's still more than 200 li (about 100 kilometers) from the capital.

Arrived today?
"If that kid's coming, why go to all this trouble?"

Zeng Anmin watched the servants coming and going throughout the mansion, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

When he went further in...

I saw two figures.

One thing is very familiar; it is the Tao, which is also called Wuxin (无心).

Another figure... also seemed somewhat familiar.

But it wasn't something he was familiar with himself.

Rather, it is imprinted in the mind, like a distant memory.

The figure stood on the blue stone steps, a plain white Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, with light blue cloud patterns embroidered on the hem.

A half-length of her dark hair was loosely tied up with an ebony hairpin, while the rest of her long hair cascaded down to her waist like splashed ink.

Her phoenix eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, and the color of her eyes was as clear as the morning mist in the mountains, yet also unfathomable. When her eyes moved, it was as if stars had fallen into a cold pool.

She's a Taoist nun...

The Taoist nun's lips naturally curved slightly up, but she rarely smiled due to years of quiet cultivation. Only when she lowered her eyes to look at the talisman in her palm did a gentle ripple appear in her eyes.

Zeng Anmin stood there for a long time until he saw the little tiger behind the Taoist nun.

That's when inspiration struck!

"Cousin?!"

(End of this chapter)