Chapter 162 162. Wei Youqing's love poem! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

"Liuli, you have not been able to break away from the worldly affairs..."

Looking to the south, Zen Master Boro seemed to have sensed something and sighed softly for a long time.

Under the pagoda.

There has been an endless stream of monks from the Boro Ciyun Temple gathering here.

Then he stood respectfully under the tower, clasped his hands together, and prayed devoutly.

Unlike other temples or nunneries.

The Pu Luo Ci Yun Temple was a pioneer in Buddhism, with more than just monks in the temple.

Because Master Pu Luo herself was a woman, there were quite a few nuns in the temple.

Compared with the number of monks, nuns account for at least one-third.

at this time.

At the foot of the pagoda, almost all the monks and nuns of high moral character and status in the entire Pu Luo Ci Yun Temple came.

The founder rarely came out of seclusion.

Now that he has appeared without any warning, there must be some decree that needs to be issued.

"I wonder what instructions the Grandmaster has for us during this retreat?"

At this time.

An elder wearing a precious robe, with nine precepts on his head and a slightly haggard face walked out from the crowd. He looked at Master Pu Luo on the top of the tower, clasped his hands together, and asked respectfully.

Master Boro bowed his head.

Looking at the abbot of the temple, he said, "It's nothing serious. Thank you for your hard work, Daokong. Is everything okay in the temple?"

"Amitabha, to reply to the Patriarch, thanks to the Patriarch's blessings, everything is fine." The abbot of the Boro Ciyun Temple, Daokong, chanted a Buddhist name, put his hands together, and replied respectfully.

Puro nodded.

Then he glanced at the crowd.

"Daoxing stays here, and the rest of you, go away."

"Yes."

Except for the nun Daoxing who was named, the rest of the people dispersed under the leadership of Abbot Daokong.

soon.

There is no one around this pagoda except the Bodhisattva on the top of the pagoda and Daoxing standing respectfully at the bottom of the pagoda.

The monks with the surname Dao are already the disciples and grandchildren of Bodhisatta.

But he is the monk with the highest seniority in Ciyu Temple, except for her and Liuli.

Dao Xing is the youngest nun among the Dao generation.

Therefore, although there is a huge difference in seniority between them, she is one of the people who has the best relationship with Liuli.

"Master, I wonder what you want me to do."

Daoxing, wearing a Vimalakirti hat and monk's robes, stood in front of the pagoda with his hands folded, looking up at Bodhisattva on the top of the pagoda.

Boro's figure flashed.

In a moment.

Before Daoxing could react, he only felt a figure appear in front of him.

When he looked closely, he saw that Master Bodhisatta was staring at him with complicated expressions.

"Master!"

"Daoxing, I have something to ask of you."

Pu Luo glanced at Dao Xing and said solemnly, "You and my inferior disciple have a close relationship. Now my inferior disciple has been deceived by the worldly world. You should go and pull him out of the sea of ​​suffering and turn back to the shore!"

"Don't let anyone else know about this, understand?"

Hearing what Boro said, all Taoists were stunned.

Junior Master Uncle Liuli, is he deceived by the worldly affairs?
How is this possible!

However, despite all the confusion and doubts in her heart, she still nodded respectfully, clasped her hands together and said, "Okay, Master, I'll go right away."

"Well, she wrote to me a while ago and said she was near Yonghang. You can find her there!"

……

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

In these three days.

Everything in Ningyang Village is in order.

After experiencing a sneak attack on Yunxiao Village, the people of Ningyang Village became more united.

Wang Dalong felt extremely guilty.

As the captain of the forest patrol team, he failed to discover the invasion in time, which made him feel very guilty.

So in the following days, he worked more seriously.

The victims in the village gradually realized that Ningyang Village needed everyone's joint efforts to protect it. The farmers responsible for planting crops and the combatants who were assigned to the training team also worked harder.

And in this orderly development.

One person almost scratched his scalp.

in the room.

Wei Youqing was dejected and angrily lying on the simple desk he had made, with the fine-bristle brush in his hand held between his fingers, turning it regularly.

Those eyes, full of tenderness and shyness, looked out the window.

It seems a bit empty and lifeless.

“How should I write it?”

a long time.

Wei Youqing suddenly sighed and slumped down on the desk in an ungraceful manner.

It can be clearly seen that all around her, on the ground, there are crumpled pieces of paper with occasional ink visible on them.

These are all the defective works she wrote during the three days she stayed indoors.

She didn't understand what was considered explicit.

After all, she had always followed the rules during her years in the academy. She had never written such a poem, let alone even read one.

Aren't those kinds of obscene lyrics and songs only written by scholars who hang out among the lower class people?

As a teacher and student of a master, you are forced to write such vulgar things.

It's simply torture.

"How do you write what?"

Just as Wei Youqing let out a long sigh, a voice was heard at the door.

Wei Youqing subconsciously turned his head to look.

Swish!
Instantly.

Her face turned red.

The person who came was none other than Ning Mu!

The person you want to confess your feelings to.

scare.

Wei Youqing suddenly stood up nervously, grabbed the paper and pen and hid them behind him.

"No, it's nothing!"

Wei Youqing's face flushed red as she responded while kicking all the paper balls on the floor under the bed.

She was worried that Ning Mu might pick it up out of curiosity.

There are some love words in there that are not yet complete sentences.

Written for reference.

"How come Village Master Ning has time to come to my place?" Wei Youqing hurriedly found an excuse to change the subject.

As he spoke, Wei Youqing's eyes became extremely sparkling, and two extremely attractive blushes appeared on his face.

"I went to Jigongling to check on the planting. When I passed by your door, I remembered that the chief priest hadn't shown up for three or four days, so I came to check on you. I thought you had left."

Ning Mu stood at the door with his hands behind his back, looking at Wei Youqing, smiled and said.

The surface remains calm.

In fact, there was a hint of joking in his heart.

Before, I wasn’t sure whether Wei Youqing was so frightened by the system that he ran away.

Only now do I know.

It turned out that she was worried about her first task, writing love poems!

"Oh... that's hard work, Village Master Ning!"

Wei Youqing blinked, not knowing what to say. She just said something perfunctorily and then stared at Ning Mu with sparkling eyes.

For a while.

The two looked at each other speechlessly.

"Master Ning, is there anything else?"

Wei Youqing frowned slightly, with a look of uneasiness on his face. Seeing that Ning Mu was reluctant to leave, he even felt a little embarrassed.

Ning Mu was also stunned.

Then he smiled and said, "Nothing much. I wonder what Wei Jijiu is writing? If you really can't write any more, why don't you go for a walk with me? Maybe you'll get some inspiration."

After hearing Ning Mu's words, Wei Youqing subconsciously refused.

After all, what you write is a gift to the other person, and it is a low-class love letter.

But then I thought about it.

Since it is a gift to the other person, why not chat about it and get to know each other better? Who knows, maybe you will get some inspiration?

What's more, since this system will bind the other party as one's partner.

But we still have to have some contact.

This is a marriage destined by God.

Blasphemy against God, isn't that stupid?
Thinking of this, Wei Youqing nodded naively, looked at Ning Mu, and said, "Okay, okay, then you go out and wait for me, I'll change my clothes."

Ning Mu raised his eyebrows, smiled, and walked out.

inside the house.

Wei Youqing was very nervous and was thinking about what kind of clothes he should change into.

In the end, she chose the blue and white myrobalan skirt that she wore when she first came here, and paired it with a wide-sleeved shirt.

You never know if this is really your destined marriage.

Of course, we should treat her well. Wei Youqing, who is only 18 years old, has lived in the academy for many years. In fact, he is still very immature in terms of emotions.

Out of the house.

Seeing Ning Mu standing on the side of the road waiting for him, Wei Youqing's eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately took the initiative to greet him.

At the same time, she stretched out her hands, opened her wide sleeves, moved with the wind, and danced gracefully, full of fairy spirit.

When she got closer, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she shyly asked, "Master Ning, does this dress look good?"

There was a sparkle in her eyes, but the shyness on her face was evident.

Ever since Wei Youqing left, Ning Mu's eyes have never moved away, and there is something strange in his eyes.

The place we are going to next is either farmland or a ditch.

It might be inconvenient to wear such formal attire.

But when he heard Wei Youqing asking the question and looking at him expectantly, he couldn't bear to let her down, so he nodded immediately and praised sincerely: "Wei Jijiu is just a clothes rack, beautiful as a fairy, so naturally very beautiful!"

More importantly, it is really pleasing to the eyes!

Wei Youqing was stunned when he heard this.

Clothes rack?

What a strange description.

But she was not stupid. She could tell that Ning Mu was praising her. She blinked her beautiful eyes and smiled.

Next, Wei Youqing followed Ning Mu and took a walk in the mountains.

The mountain path is not easy to walk on and is full of thorns.

If you are not careful, the hem of your skirt will be scratched and torn.

But Ning Mu was so busy with his work that he had no time to care about her feelings.

The land reclaimed by Ningyang Village is mostly in a place called "Leigong'ao" in the back mountain. It faces the sun and is in the shade, the land is fertile, and the direction of the mountain ensures that the soil in this area remains moist all year round. Even in the hot summer, it will not be too dry.

It is an excellent place for growing crops.

But in the past, this place was deserted and no one cared about it. In addition, it was located on the border and was a bandit den, so no one dared to come here to plant crops in such a precious land.

After crossing Leigongao, you will reach Jigongling.

After careful investigation and confirmation by A Diao, it was found that nearly 100 acres of dry land could be reclaimed in this area.

Today, the land in Leigongao has been planted, and in some places you can even see corn seedlings breaking through the soil.

Except for one or two farmers who were here to maintain the area and prevent birds and beasts, most of the other people were led by A Diao to Jigongling to reclaim new land, build canals and divert water, and they were very busy.

After walking around with Ning Mu, Wei Youqing's expression gradually became solemn.

She saw with her own eyes the farmer, with his face to the earth and his back to the sky, sweating profusely as he swung the sledgehammer and violently hit the boulder weighing more than a thousand pounds.

I have also seen mothers with young children, tying their children on their backs, hunching their waists, holding sickles, grabbing the thorns that could leave blood on their palms, and cutting them one by one.

I also saw the young and strong laborers who treated themselves as old oxen, carrying the plow and taking difficult steps. With every step they took, an inch of land was broken by the iron plow.

There was also a towering tree that required several people to hug, but it fell from the sky with the concerted efforts of more than a dozen people.

Hundreds of people were all thrown into this exhausting and heart-wrenching busyness.

But what is strange is that.

Although they didn't smile much, few of them had sad looks on their faces. Instead, they worked hard and put all their energy into the land reclamation and canal construction operations.

"Master Ning, this tree is so thick that they need 10 to 20 people and half a day to chop it down. Why not save these manpower and let the warriors do it?"

Wei Youqing frowned in confusion, followed behind Ning Mu, pointed at the big tree in the distance that collapsed with the concerted efforts of the villagers, and asked in confusion.

"Not only will it easily cause casualties, it will also waste time."

"Don't say warriors can't do this. I've seen Huang, the head of your village, personally use his cultivation power to pull the stone roller and compact the road surface!"

"And this, the two of them actually treated themselves like old cows. Even if this land is reclaimed, can it really grow seeds?"

Wei Youqing asked several questions in a row.

Ning Mu smiled and said, "What do you think is the most important thing for people living in this world, Wei Jijiu?"

Wei Youqing was stunned. After thinking carefully, he looked at the group of people who were once disaster victims and said thoughtfully, "Food? No, that's too one-sided. The desire for food? No, it should be desire!"

talking.

Wei Youqing was certain of his answer.

Ning Mu glanced at her, nodded, and said with a smile: "Wei Jijiu is right, but not entirely right."

"Desire can make people reproduce endlessly, but the most important thing for a person to live in this world is value. In simple terms, it is a sense of existence!"

"Value?" Wei Youqing frowned and thought deeply.

Seeing that she seemed puzzled, Ning Mu smiled and continued, "Let me give you a very simple example. What would happen if one day, Wei Jijiu lost his status as Jijiu?"

Hearing this, Wei Youqing was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I will be very painful, and feel that I am not strong enough..."

“That’s the value!”

"No matter whether it is a person or an object in this world, including you and me, even the royal families of various countries, we all need a sense of existence to integrate into society. It's just that everyone's circumstances are different, and the sense of existence varies. It's like a chief wine. It would be very painful to lose the identity of a chief wine."

"If these disaster victims are not allowed to work, they will lose their sense of existence. Without a sense of existence, their value will disappear or be replaced by others. Then, what is the meaning of their survival?"

Wei Youqing frowned, his eyes widened, and looked at Ning Mu in shock.

This was the first time she had heard of this theory.

But when you think about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with it.

She thought for a moment and said, "But, if there are warriors out there working, then can't they rest?"

Ning Mu shrugged and said, "If all the places where they are needed are replaced by warriors, then I don't need them anymore. Their existence is still worthless."

"To me, they are creating value for me!"

"For themselves, aren't they also creating conditions for their own survival?"

Wei Youqing was stunned for a moment, then his face turned red.

She suddenly realized that she had asked a very stupid question!
"But, Ning Zhaizhu, you are bandits. You don't go down the mountain to rob, but you open up land and store food here. Isn't this going against the grain?"

"Why make them work so hard when they can just rob easily?"

There was something strange in Wei Youqing's expression.

This Ning village chief is considered the most eccentric bandit king in the world, right?

From ancient times to the present, I have never heard of any bandit who did not rob, but relied on his subordinates to cultivate the fields and grow crops to make a living.

It’s not that there isn’t.

However, those were only some frontier troops and military households who came here. Most of them would reclaim wasteland and store grain, and then expand their territory and recruit more people, until they became too powerful to be controlled and the royal court could not control them. As for the end, they naturally wanted to overthrow the dynasty and rule the world themselves.

no……

Wei Youqing seemed to understand something. He turned his head and looked at Ning Mu with shock in his eyes.

Could this guy be planning a rebellion?
But on second thought, it’s not just about that. Can we just rely on a few disaster victims?

Wei Youqing couldn't help but shook his head.

Ning Mu smiled calmly and said calmly: "Robbery is not a good way after all, and it is easy to be insecure at any time. Now it is self-sufficient and it is better to control the food in our own hands."

"There is a saying among the people: If you have food in your hands, you won't be worried."

"My ideal is to make the entire Xima Mountain self-sufficient and reduce robbery. Passing caravans only need to pay a certain amount of money on time and in fixed amounts, and they don't have to worry about robbery. In this way, it will be a win-win situation for everyone. How great is that?"

"I have even acquired all the land belonging to Yonghang Prefecture for this purpose."

Ning Mu looked at Wei Youqing frankly.

Wei Youqing blinked and looked at him in shock. Then a strange look flashed in his eyes. He said, "Master Ning is so frank, aren't you worried that I will leak the secret?"

"Don't worry." Ning Mu shook his head without hesitation.

"Why?"

Ning Mu shrugged: "I have captured the leader of Yunxiao Village, so what will happen if these words get out?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Youqing was speechless.

That's really the case.

Next, the two of them wandered in the mountains for a while.

Wei Youqing's skirt was so messed up by the thorns that she had to leave with a red face.

She now began to understand why she had gone out by herself just now.

Ning Mu would look at him with that strange look.

It's really inconvenient to move around in this deep mountain wearing such a skirt!
And return to your own house.

Just after she took off her clothes and before she had time to change, her eyes suddenly flashed, as if she thought of something.

Immediately.

He threw himself at the desk, ground the ink and moistened the pen, and then started writing quickly.

Soon, after writing it.

Wei Youqing gently blew on the wet ink on the paper and nodded with satisfaction.

But her face became extremely rosy.

How could a master of the Jixia Academy and a disciple of the Master himself write such vulgar and obscene poems?
Moreover, he used it to actively pursue a small village chief.

If this gets out, my colleagues and disciples in the academy will probably laugh their heads off, right?

After making sure the paper is dry.

Wei Youqing blushed, looking like a guilty thief as he secretly glanced at the window and folded up the piece of paper covered with obscene poems.

Then she hid behind the window and looked at the path outside the yard.

Ning Mu will pass by this road again later.

Why not take this opportunity to give him this poem!
Wei Youqing thought so in his heart, but he couldn't stop his pounding heart. His little heart was beating like a deer, as if it might jump out at any time!

She had just turned eighteen.

Such a beautiful girl, not to mention in this mountainous area, even in the academy, there are countless suitors.

There are many children from aristocratic families and wealthy families who have expressed their desire to pursue me.

But she rejected them all.

She looked down on those playboys.

Even the royal family had many suitors.

One can imagine how famous she was in the imperial capital of Linzi, and how powerful her suitors were.

But now.

She could almost be called the Confucian and Taoist beauty of Qi State.

Although she looked down upon the royal children and noble sons, she took the initiative to write love poems in this remote mountain area, and the style of the poems was so explicit and lascivious.

Just to please the leader of this small village.

This contrast made her so nervous that she almost forgot her own name!

(End of this chapter)