Yesterday, a friend of "Summer Scenery" said: "The plot without goals will make people feel drowsy." Fan Zi thought about it all night and felt that his book might indeed have this problem. The long-term goals are there, but the close-range goals are unclear. It is probably hindering the readers' interest. So Fan Zi decided to speed up some speed and avoid too much entanglement when describing details. He planned to finish some things in about ten chapters, so that Liang Feng would gradually go on the road lightly and show his strength. It is estimated that some characters will appear earlier than the original plan, including Fan Wenzheng, Bao Xiaosu, Di Wuxiang, etc. Please pay attention to the book friends. Thank you for your support!

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"Showing your kindness to the point of being traitor or thief."

This was Liang Feng's first reaction when he saw the two old foxes laughing. On the surface, he was still calm and could not be said to be honest. He was almost the same as saying goodbye and sang in place. Two and a half old men stretched out their arms and greeted him. Liang Feng sat on the cushion in a regular manner, waiting for the following text.

Without any further information, the two of them were still fighting for tea. At this time, Ding Wei was splitting tea. Ding Wei lifted the pot and moved high and low. The water column was filled with mist. In an instant, the tea bowl noodles slowly turned into distant mountains. The spring water, perhaps Lao Ding was not satisfied, so he paused a little and pointed to the blank space between the mountains and rivers, as if he wanted to turn into a small boat. Unexpectedly, he tried too much and immediately expanded. The Qingling boat was not seen. Only a big circle filled the tea bowl in an instant, and all his skills were in vain.

Ding Wei sighed with a "ah" and said softly, "I lost." He put down the pickup pot and looked at the green spotted bamboo outside the window. He saw the spotted bamboo dancing with the breeze. Ding Wei's eyes changed with the swaying bamboo branches, and his face felt regretful.

Suddenly he turned his head and looked at Liang Feng with a smile and said, "As soon as you come, I can't calm down. Haha, this bowl of tea is wrongly lost." Liang Feng knew that he was not deliberately squinted his eyes and had a physical defect, so he didn't care. He bowed his head and bowed: "It was a coincidence that I disturbed my husband's pleasure, I wish you guilty!"

"Haha, why don't you really blame me? I just found someone to carry it."

Liang Feng felt a move in his heart and suddenly understood what he was trying to say. He was very serious and did not dare to talk to him. He just sat quietly, looking at his nose and his nose.

Sure enough, Ding Wei slowly recited: "'If a person is in a forest of thorns, he will stab and not hurt him until he does not move, and his delusional mind will not arise. He will always be in the joy of nirvana. After a while, the delusional mind will move, and he will be stabbed and hurt by all kinds of people.' My friend Yutian, how can he destroy it?"

Ding Wei's words come from the "Dabao Ji Sutra", which means that if you sit in the bushes of thorns, you will not be stabbed. If you can't hold it anymore and want to stretch your arms and kick your legs, you will definitely be in trouble. On the surface, it means that you are confused, so you don't succeed in dividing tea. It is because of the false mind, but it actually implies that you are in a difficult situation and don't know how to get rid of it.

Liang Feng immediately wanted to reply to him, "There is no worries in his heart, no worries, no fear." Suddenly, he felt that he was always tried by these old men who pretended to be mysterious and profound, and he didn't say anything well. He was right, and the other party pretended to be praised and nodded as if he had known this before; if he said it was not in line with the other party's wishes, he immediately turned his back and scolded him like scolding his grandson.

He was not a person who was willing to suffer losses. He was scolded at Feng Zheng's house a few days ago and had been angry for a long time. Today, he saw Ding Wei clearly had difficulties and wanted to find an idea to help him, but he even put on a stinking air of "The uncle is testing you". He couldn't help but feel irritated. He thought to himself: "You are playing the game with me, but I won't talk to you well, we are just twitching our lips and horses!"

"Who can be turbid and clear and quiet? Who can be eased and clear with long-term movement?" Liang Feng replied indifferently.

Ding Wei was stunned for a moment. If he followed the card-playing routine, he was in the temple now. He was talking about Buddhist scriptures, so the other party should have answered the Buddhist scriptures? But this boy didn't follow the rules and the "Tao Te Ching" came out. Ding Wei was a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, he was very familiar with that thing, and understood that it means "Who can quickly calm down in an impetuous mentality, and who can continue to develop himself without being moved by the chaotic affairs." There are two sentences below: "Those who protect this path do not want to be full, but only if they are not full, they can be bad but not new."

"Alas, there is no self, no human appearance, no sentient beings, no life-long appearance. It is easy to know and difficult to do. How many people in the world can do it?" Ding Wei tempted again.

"Whether the heaven and earth are particularly scattered? If you are empty and unyielding, you will become more and more out of your movement. If you talk too much and lose more, it is better to stay at the center." Liang Feng replied.

Ding Wei was a little depressed and said, "The Tathagata lamented that Amito Tathagata had ten kinds of intentions, and each thought was expressed according to the thoughts. If you want to be born of that thoughts, you will be born of that immediately. World-Honored One! What are the ten kinds of intentions in that place?"

This sentence comes from "Discovering the Pure Heart Sutra", and Ding Wei knew it himself. But at this time, Ding Wei unknowingly followed Liang Feng and was extremely off-limited. He wanted to discuss things with him implicitly by hitting the game, but he didn't know that this kid deliberately made things messy, which made Lao Ding forget everything he wanted to do, and just focused on competing with him.

"Live in a good place, have a good heart, benevolent with good benevolence, speak with good faith, have good governance, do good things, and do good things. When you move, you will not fight, so there is no fault!" Liang Feng made up his mind to take as many Buddhist scriptures as you can, and I am just a "Tao Te Ching" to make up with you!

Sure enough, Ding Wei finally couldn't stand it and said angrily: "This is Buddhism, why do you always use Taoism to compete with each other?"

Liang Feng was also irritated and said, "My husband talks about things clearly, so why do he talk about riddles? Who stipulates that he should talk nonsense (Buddhist words) in the temple? Another day, he goes to the Taoist temple to accompany him to recite the Buddhist scriptures!"

Ding Wei didn't expect that this classmate was so powerful that he dared to yell at him. He was stunned for a moment, and then he thought, yes, I have something to say, why are I going around and around? I couldn't help laughing. Qian Weiyan kept watching coldly, and saw that Liang Feng was always not up to the point, and was anxious and sweating in his hands. He was shocked when he saw the two of them quarreled. He was relieved when he saw Ding Wei laughing happily.

Ding Wei laughed loudly, Liang Feng just smiled and said nothing.

"Haha, okay, okay, I lost half of this game." Ding Wei finally admitted his defeat, but he was very happy.

Liang Feng lowered his head with his fists and said, "My husband understands Sida, where did he lose? He is just hesitant in the game."

"Well, you already know?"

"No, I guessed it."

"What did you guess?"

"I guessed that my husband was having a difficult time and was not easy to talk to others, so I had to find a boy to vent his boredom. As for what happened, I don't know."

It’s so strange. I can’t tell you clearly. Why can’t you tell me clearly? I can’t tell you clearly? I can’t count them!

Ding Wei felt that he and Lei Yungong were being silenced, and the silence was so sensible. The matter started with the investigation of Zhao Heng’s cemetery.

According to the rules set by Zhao Kuangyin, the first emperor of the Zhao family, the location of the Zhao family's ancestral tomb is basically set in Gong County, Henan Prefecture (now Gongyi County, Henan). Zhao Heng was the third emperor of the Zhao family who died in office. He had already found a place before, which is Wolonggang, Wolonggang in Caizhuang, Gong County. Just listening to this name makes a god. This is the place where dragons sleep, and it would be a pity not to bury the emperor.

The site selection work is completed by comrades from Si Tianjian. The person who is responsible for this task is the one who promotes Xing Zhonghe. He is the first in charge of Si Tianjian, so he naturally has to take charge of the site selection of the mountain monument and inspect it himself.

Just a few days ago, Lei Yungong was inspecting the work as the deputy envoy of the mountain tomb. Xing Zhonghe personally accompanied Eunuch Lei to wander around the mountain and pointed out the selected tomb. Of course, the emperor's tomb cannot be called a tomb, it must be called an imperial hall. According to regulations, it must be fifty-seven feet deep and thirty-nine feet higher than the ground (I don't know who made this regulation, I don't know what the calculation formula and basis are, but I have to do this anyway). After all, the emperor's body must be buried about ten meters deep underground.

Lei Yungong doesn't understand this, and there is no need to understand it. His responsibilities are nothing more than reviewing the budget, organizing construction, regular station supervision, ensuring that there are no accidents during the 100-day safety production, etc. As for the great masters watching Feng Shui, they are left to Xing Zhong and them.

If this division of labor was based on this, nothing would happen. But on this day, I don’t know what kind of wind Xing Zhong and this guy had sucked. When pointing out the imperial hall to Eunuch Lei, he added another sentence: "Actually, the site of the imperial hall of the late emperor is not the best, the best one is still on it." After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed to the higher place of Wolong Ridge, about two hundred meters away. Old Lei was quite surprised: "What's good about there?"

"Dadfather-in-law, you don't know. The place is very prosperous. It looks a bit like the tomb of the Qin King in Ruzhou." Xing Zhonghe explained carefully.

"Then why not choose which one? Since it is so good." Lei Yungong was even more surprised. The government has always been born and died more, and only the one who raised the current government is the most important thing for the royal family. For the royal family, heirs are the most important thing, and there is no one. Is it still called the world? Lei Yungong took the title of eunuch as the minister and the largest eunuch, and of course he had to worry about this for his master.

"Haha, aren't you afraid of water and stones underneath? So safety first, I chose this piece of land that is soft, dry, and has no stones. When the late emperor sleeps, he will definitely not be soaked." Xing Zhonghe answered honestly and kindly.

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