Chapter 639: Husband and wife have different dreams, immeasurable Bodhi

King Jingan Zhao Heng's expression was stagnant, and there was no evil in his eyes. He squatted down, reached out and tried to touch the princess's face, and said softly: "Wei'er, has this king hurt you?"

Princess Pei turned her head and said softly: "It doesn't hurt."

This understatement made King Jingan Zhao Heng even more angry. He threw the Bodhi Buddha beads in his hand directly on the ground and scattered them everywhere. At this time, King Jingan still had no sense at all, and he was not like what the people of Qingzhou said. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, covered with a cassock covering a large mountain, is more like an evil spirit in hell, full of violence and without mercy.

King Jingan paced back and forth restlessly, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Pei, you are worse than the dead. Since you have such backbone, why don't you die?! Why didn't you accompany your father to die for the country? Throw yourself into a well? There are sixty-four wells in the palace! Cantilever beams? Ben How many brocades and silks has the king rewarded you over the years! Hit the railing? There is no such thing in the palace! Don’t worry, after you die, I will give you a glorious burial!"

Pei Nanwei's expression remained calm, without any ups and downs, and he said coldly: "I am afraid of death, so I will marry you!"

The world only knows that Pei Nanwei comes from a wealthy family in the Spring and Autumn Period. His father is Pei Kai, a famous scholar in Western Shu. He is known as Pei Huanglao. He is famous for his weak title. He is especially good at "Lao" and "Yi". He is unparalleled in the world and is a well-deserved master of Confucian classics. The Pei family The family withered in the unjust wars of the Spring and Autumn Period. Pei Kai died for his country, leaving only an orphan. The orphans of the destroyed country married into a noble family, and a beautiful woman paired with a prince. This was a story that was famous all over the world at that time. Over the years, Gao Qiang, the orphan girl of the Pei family, became the princess. Inside, little news comes outside the walls.

King Jing'an was extremely disgusted with Pei Nanwei's insensitive expression. He turned his back to his wife, whom he had not seen clearly for more than ten years, and said coldly.

"roll!"

Pei Nanwei was not angry when he heard this. He straightened his clothes and black hair, bowed and walked out of the hall. When he reached the threshold, he asked calmly.

"Does Your Majesty still have breakfast today?"

At this time, King Jing'an, like the clay sculpture in the temple, once again turned into a compassionate and helpful Bodhisattva, he said bluntly.

"I am fasting today, you can eat by yourself!"

Pei Nanwei said lukewarmly and did not try to persuade him again.

As soon as Pei Nanwei left, King Jing'an bent down again, picked up the bodhi beads scattered on the ground, and connected them one by one with a string again, and continued to recite "Buddha's Sutra on Measuring the Beads and Merit" 》.

"If the Bodhi Seed is used to count beads, either by chanting or just holding it in hand, and reciting it once, the blessings will be immeasurable. It cannot be counted and it is difficult to measure. Dear good men, if someone is holding this Bodhi Seed, he cannot recite the Buddha according to the law. The name is Dharani. This good man can only carry it with him."

It is precisely because of this sutra that King Jing'an used the Bodhi Seed as a rosary and recited it continuously for more than ten years in order to accumulate millions of blessings and merits.

In the evening, Xu Fengnian took Ning Emei to Prince Jing'an's Mansion without any fear of the other party's attack. Ning Emei did not enter the house, but waited outside the door.

When Xu Fengnian met with King Jing'an, there was a lot of talk, swords and swords, and constant probing with words.

Xu Fengnian rarely restrained his arrogance and arrogance, and spoke softly after hearing the words.

"My nephew Xu Fengnian pays homage to Uncle Wang Jing'an!"

At this time, King Jing'an had just finished reciting sutras. He hung up the rosary beads and tied them on his well-maintained hands. He raised his head and said in a warm tone: "Fengnian, there are no outsiders here. Why do you, my uncle and my nephew have to be so polite!"

King Jing'an seemed not to have thought that Xu Fengnian was not as arrogant and rude as rumored, and that his scheming was deeper and more cunning than he thought. He was just like a little fox. His thumb pad unconsciously rubbed a bodhi seed bead on his wrist. He said pleasantly.

"Originally, my dear nephew, when you came to Uncle Wang's Qingzhou, I should have gone to greet you, but I didn't expect that it was you who came to visit earlier. It really makes Uncle Wang and I very ashamed!"

Xu Fengnian raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled with a hint of meaning.

"What did Uncle Wang say? Although you have never come, Brother Zhao Xun has led the Qingzhou Navy as a general to celebrate the Year of the Phoenix. Isn't it a reflection of filial piety for a son to work for his father?"

King Jingan's eyebrows slightly lowered, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he apologized.

"Brother Xu, a tiger's husband has no dog. Back then, I couldn't compare to his extraordinary achievements, but I had no choice but to lose to him. I couldn't help but feel unconvinced. I thought I had to get back somewhere. Zhao Xun was not a martial artist, so I forced him to I have been studying poetry so hard that I am afraid that even my son will not be able to compare with Mr. Xu. Today it seems that I am still too far behind and have lost a lot. My boy who is stupid at reading is stupid and reckless, and caused such a big misunderstanding. I I apologize to you on his behalf, Zhao Xun has a short face, even if he knows he is wrong, he can’t lose his face, but it makes you laugh.”

Xu Fengnian unceremoniously pulled up a chair and sat down directly in the middle without choosing a location. Staring at the smile on King Jing'an's face, he waved his hand and said grandly.

"Uncle Wang, what are you talking about? It's just a joke between junior brothers. It's all Feng Nian's recklessness. Why does Uncle Wang need to apologize personally?"

King Jing'an's expression relaxed, and his eyes were filled with relief, as if he was very satisfied when he saw his well-educated descendants, and said with a smile.

"He is still a good nephew, unlike my incompetent son who only causes trouble."

"However, I don't want my good nephew to be wronged. I have already killed Wei Wei's family who was sowing discord and privately transferring watermen. This can be regarded as a good nephew letting out a bad breath!"

Xu Fengnian took a breath. He thought that although King Jing'an was cunning and cunning, he was also a devout Buddhist, and he had some conscience and mercy in his heart. Unexpectedly, he and Zhao Xun were truly worthy of being father and son. Zhao Xun killed all the insiders in the boat, and Zhao Heng destroyed Qingzhou. Everyone in Zhizhou knew that this father and son were all the same, cruel, vicious and violent, so they couldn't help but be wary.

"Then my nephew, I would like to thank Uncle Wang for venting his anger on me!"

King Jing'an nodded respectfully without any expression, and gently rubbed his palms against the armrests of the Grand Master's chair made of chicken blood old sandalwood. King Jing'an's nickname was Tanlang, and his love for red sandalwood was surpassed only by that of Xiao Jiangni. The imperial uncle of Western Chu, Zhao Heng, who built a Tan Palace, said that he could neither sit on nor lie on Tan, which seems to be no exaggeration.

Xu Fengnian didn't want to talk about these bloody things anymore. He took a closer look at the one hundred and eight mani beads on Zhao Heng's wrist and marveled.

"Uncle Wang is indeed a devout believer in Buddhism. When he picked the Tiantai Bodhi Seeds, they were golden and hard in color. Generally, the beads held by eminent monks for decades would only turn from golden to light yellow, but in Uncle Wang's hands they had turned from light yellow to milky white. The old saying is sincere. When the metal and stone are opened, and Uncle Wang is so sincere, why would a Bodhisattva not want to protect and bless him?"

King Jing'an felt his itch was scratched at this time, and he smiled extremely proudly.

"Hahaha, I've long heard that Feng Nian worships Buddhism as much as I do, and it's true. Xun'er can't do it. She still doesn't recognize it as a Tiantai Bodhi seed. On my birthday last year, Xun'er took it upon herself to give me a walnut rosary. Although each walnut is engraved with six Arhats, I don’t know that the "Buddha Says the Sutra of Measuring the Merits of Counting Beads" records that the materials of rosary beads are different, and the merits obtained when chanting and practicing are greatly different. The core is only twice as much, and the iron is five times as much as the copper. There are ten thousand times the lotus seeds, but there are ten million times the bodhi seeds in my hand. Feng Nian, do you think if it were you, would you want the hickory tether, or the bunch in Uncle Wang’s hand?”

Xu Fengnian said in surprise: "If my nephew remembers correctly, the diamond rosary is worth thousands of times the merit, and the bodhi seed is the most extraordinary and countless."