On the hillside of the Consecrated Sidtan Temple facing the Full Moon Peak, there is the abbot's meditation monastery. When you open the window and look up, you can see the distant scenery alone. You can see the old trees and ancient vines in the frame, and you can see the intricate roots; and the rock.

The bones are exposed and included, but the remaining peaks have sharp edges.

"Host, the old monk has something to report."

At this time, the temple was crowded with tourists and the bustling scene had returned to normal. However, Abbot Hongbian locked himself in the Zen room all day long and refused to leave, turning a blind eye and hearing nothing.

It was not until today that the oldest Zen Master in the temple hurriedly came to knock on the door, and the abbot's Zen room seemed to have restored the traces of the passage of time. At this time, the ashes in the incense burner had accumulated to more than two inches. It was obviously the presence of Abbot Hongbian.

It was caused by burning incense and praying in the house day and night.

The ghusl monk glanced briefly and then lowered his eyes.

He seemed to sense a trace of inexplicable terror from Abbot Hongbian's behavior. Even though Abbot Hongbian pretended to be extremely calm with his years of cultivation, Monk Ghastly understood that such behavior of locking himself in his husband's house was not only

It is not a sign of confidence, but it reveals a fear of external unstable factors.

It all started when a few people entered Jizushanyin to save people.

A day and a night have passed. Jizushanyin seems to have some kind of magic power that can swallow up all the news emanating from foreign objects. Jiang Wen, Master Anren, Miaobao Dharma King, and Pinzhao have disappeared for a day and a night.

But the passage of time outside did not stop because of this, on the contrary, everything continued as usual.

Moreover, the ghusl monk could vaguely guess what the abbot was afraid of.

In the position of the abbot of Sittan Temple, where he is walking on thin ice, all fears are natural, just like a towering trembling walking on the top of a mountain. If you are not careful, you will be shattered into pieces. And the Mu family in front of Sittan Temple and behind you has not yet

It is as dangerous as eggs, and there is no danger of capsizing if there is no disturbance.

I saw that under my head, which was wearing a bright yellow monk's hat, it was full of lumps and odd-colored spots, my lips were turned inside out, and my neck was covered with huge tumors, whose shapes were almost visible, leaving my head unable to do anything but

He turned to one side abnormally, and although his feet were healthy when he stepped out, the knuckles on his hands were extremely twisted like chicken claws, making him look so ugly that it was almost nauseating.

Seeing that the host was so haggard, Monk Wu Jing seemed to be reluctant to bother him with mundane matters. However, we were worried again and again, and finally heaved a heavy sigh. This old and haggard appearance was also very conspicuous.

That person should have appeared there.

"Now you know everything about General Wu of Xitan Temple..."

I saw Lama Khenpo clasping his palms together and bowing deeply. He quickened his steps when he passed by Abbot Wu. He said in an extremely unpleasant voice, "Young monk Wu, I think this young man will recognize you."

"You are just trying to delay the time until the Dharma King comes back. After all, the Dharma King Quda is a Buddha or a demon, so naturally you are more empathetic than him..."

The Khenpo Lama responded from a distance, as if he was talking about a big event that was a big deal, pointing to an old monk in the crowd and said.

Monk Wu Jing closed his eyes and listened to the sutra, and felt that the elder next to him was asking himself: "That's strange, what sutra are we reciting?"

…………

The lowered Buddha looked at the scene in Mr. Wu's room with hot eyes. On one side was Master Wu, the abbot of Xitan Temple. I and several respected elders in the temple were sitting cross-legged under the futon. They all seemed to be concentrating with their eyes closed, preparing.

Prepare for the coming fight.

Khenpo Lama's voice was like scratching the bark of a tree with his fingernails. His weird and twisted figure was full of snubbed noses and sunken eyes. His face was ferocious, his hands and feet were cut off, and his limbs were deformed. It made people feel frightened even when they looked directly at him.

The sky slowly darkened, leaving only the low Biboluo tree and the Kozi tree swaying wildly beside the temple road. The monks from Sidan Temple were walking through Qudajili, and one after another they brought incense oil lamps and candles to illuminate the interior.

Abbot Wu patted Monk Xiaocuo heavily on the shoulder. The two exchanged glances and yet they understood that their life was saved and they would suffer some hardships along the way - Fayun Pavilion was now ordered to hunt down Yongli.

I am a human being on the outside, and I will basically be willing to offend the civil servants group who are eager to see me in the DPRK. Otherwise, I will try my best to curry favor with Hong Chengchou, just in exchange for Lao Shizi's "Pingnan Strategy."

The identity of the monk who made a mistake was exposed, and he didn't know that he was doomed. I once served as the governor of Yunnan in Kunming. There are countless people who know me.

Even if he was pressed to death on the spot and confessed, he would still have escaped being escorted to Kunming for identification.

Seeing Abbot Wu hurriedly taking out a letter, Wu Sangui no longer had any doubts. I looked at Monk Xiaocuo with doubts about the letter. As expected, I found that the old monk was looking at me without fear, and I couldn't help but feel nervous.

drum.

Just as Monk Wu Jing had expected, Abbot Wu, who was sitting cross-legged under the couch with his eyes closed and chanting sutras, opened his eyes with red bloodshot eyes. Even though his expression was still intense and indifferent, it concealed the extreme exhaustion of his body and spirit.

His voice sounded weak when he spoke.

Abbot Wu finally calmed down and nodded and said: "This old man is talking about supernatural powers today. If Khenpo Lama can also show the clairvoyance of Pingxi Dharma King, I will naturally give up."

There was a discussion among the lamas. It was obvious that we were also convinced by that statement. Qu Daji, who had been observing for a long time outside the Hongbian Palace, even clapped his hands and screamed.

Wu Sangui was glanced at by Khenpo Lama. He suddenly woke up and his eyes shone brightly. He pointed at me like a dagger and said slowly, "Speak slowly! Isn't there something that Xitan Temple is hiding from you?"

But now the Kagyu sect suddenly proposed to continue the fight. Abbot Quda immediately thought that he and Jiang Wen were involved in a series of conspiracies.

Monk Wu Jing opened his eyes a little and said loudly: "It's just the eighty-seventh Buddha's repentance. He also knows what we are up to..."

Abbot Wu turned his rosary beads with his fingers and recited the Heart Sutra loudly, his tired eyes once again showed a look of thought.

As if he had expected it, Khenpo Lama hurriedly closed his eyes, a smile appeared on his terrifying face, and then pointed at Abbot Wu and said: "Since the young monk is willing to deny it, you can certainly do something about it, but today I will defend the palace."

Here, nothing is done naturally or falsely.”

Originally, because of Luo Shuang'er's disappearance, King Quda took the opportunity to propose a retreat from the mountain to search, thereby shelving the feud between the Sittan Temple and the Kagyu Sect. The main reason for this was not that Abbot Wu and King Quda, as the leaders of both parties, were aware of it.

No one wants to fish in troubled waters, and they are also worried about being used as a weapon.

After waiting for Abbot Wu to answer, I walked around the Buddha statue of Mr. Wu. I could tell with just a few fingers the similarities and differences between the furnishings outside seventy years later and now, even the positions of the books on the lampstand.

It was said in a vague way, as if everything in the past outside my eyes was really vivid.

But contrary to Monk Wu Jing's expectation, Abbot Wu was not relieved after hearing this.

"Well, it's okay Makoto."

"Amitabha, the old monk heard that Qu Daji was ordered by King Qu Da and later persuaded the princess to become a monk. There may be no hidden secrets, but it is a small matter, so she dared to make arbitrary decisions."

Abbot Wu smiled slightly: "Bao Dharma King's words are serious. There are monks at Jizu Mountain who are armed with swords and guns. How can no one harm the princess? But the sword on the waist of the general soldier is shining brightly, and it is unsheathed and unsheathed.

You all have to be more careful.”

Seeing that there was a soft nail outside the monk, Wu Sangui, the general of Qichuan, snorted and turned around and said: "Huh, when Miao Bao came back, I listened to the prince's explanation. There are many martial arts masters living in seclusion outside Xitan Temple.

The seven lesser masters of the Hongbian Palace have all fallen into disgrace, so you must treat them with eight points of courtesy. According to you, even if you are a monk, you may not have the power to tie a chicken."

"It's weird. The imperial court will appoint me as the Commander-in-Chief of Qichuan in the future. Should I resign? Why did I take a detour to come to Jizu Mountain..."

"It really doesn't matter?"

"Amitabha, everything hasn't happened yet, I'm just speculating on it. Hey, nothing will happen after today?"

"Wu Jing, the Kagyu sect suddenly launched an attack at this moment. Is it because they want to frighten the enemy and expose your weaknesses? The other party seems to be careless and has no intention. Tonight's fight is afraid of the lack of people and mixed opinions. You simply retreat as usual. First, go and notify the people in Jizu Mountain.

Qi Xiao Jingzhu - If that catastrophe is really coming, it will be up to you, Sidan Temple, to deal with it!"

It is also strange that Abbot Quda would think so, because the Dharma King Pingxi was not the soul of the Kagyu Sect's trip. It must be the Dharma King Pingxi who made a comeback. The Kagyu Sect should not have such confidence.

But just like me this time, there are always some factors in the world that are so small that they can't be controlled. Abbot Qu Da must handle it personally to be safe.

The Wu Jing monk used his palms like dry tree bark to

After fussing with it for a moment, he took out a neatly folded piece of letter paper and placed it under the table.

What we are more worried about is that the Dharma King Pingxi must be a little girl who committed a small evil, so what the Xitan Temple side lost was not the two helpers of An Ren and Jiang Wen, and even the character photos representing the Mu family were not included.

All aid companies will suffer heavy losses.

Abbot Wu's expression at this time was either happy or sad. Looking at the almost human-looking lama behind him, he was full of doubts. "But now the white-hatted Dharma King is still rescuing people in Jizu Mountain. Why should Lama Khenpo be so slow?"

, is it in vain that the Dharma King’s bad intentions were turned into friendship?”

Khenpo Lama was stunned and turned to look at Wu Sangui, who was pretending to be serious. He really wanted to ask me why the things I revealed were lifted up and put down again - it was exactly the same as saying something bad.

"Humph, the identification of Miaobao is so small, so I will take him back to the palace for trial for the time being!"

But that time, Princess Quda was taciturn. At the diagonal position, there was also a little man with a height of one foot wearing a military commander's replacement uniform. He blocked the prying eyes of the people inside like a screen, and also occupied it with murderous intent.

After living there is little space left.

You must know that Cao Cao dared to kill Ni Heng, and we, Fayun Pavilion, were even willing to lose all our reputation because of that incident.

But at the moment when the sound of chanting sutras fell, Khenpo Lama stood up from his seat, and then opened his eyes and looked around blankly, as if he was living in a different time and space.

The statue of the Buddha in the small hall is sitting in lotus position, with his right hand horizontally placed under his right foot, which is called "Dingyin", which means meditation; his left hand is stretched straight up, which is called "touching the ground", which means Sakyamuni's past life after enlightenment.

In the story, he sacrificed his head and brains for the sake of all sentient beings. Only Xiaodi can prove all these things, because those are all things done by Xiaodi.

"Amitabha, presiding, Dharma King Pingxi has not returned. I am afraid that no one else proposed to continue the fight that time..."

Although Abbot Wu has been in the hills for a long time, he has made friends with many high-ranking people, and not all of them know anything about the affairs of the court, so he hit the key points and solved the problem.

"There may not be a reason for the rumors to come out of nowhere. Princess Hongbian did indeed propose to me that she would go to Jizu Mountain to form a nunnery for spiritual practice. But it is really strange that such rumors came out at that time..."

Abbot Wu sat back down with dignity and pushed the canoe back on the verge of overturning. His expression of shock was almost breathtaking.

Some people would have thought that the instigator of today would be the ugly, taciturn old lama behind him, who had been guarding Pingxi Dharma King. He knew that my actions had no purpose.

Monk Wu Jing suddenly raised his head, and connected his hands to form a line behind his face, as if he wanted to figure out the context, "The host means..."

Wu Sangui, the commander-in-chief of Qichuan, glanced around and stared at Xitan Temple and his party with piercing eyes. Then he added in a rough voice, "But if no one dares to threaten the safety of the princess, don't blame Miaobao for being arrogant and unreasonable."

Already."

The lamas accompanying me in front of me also chanted sutras together, and the chants gradually merged into a torrent that echoed through Wu Zongbing, as if a mandala was formed on the spot, and all the parts of the body, language, and spirituality were not the purest part within.

This kind of Buddha nature, the dark part, is completely integrated into it.

Monk Wu Jing hurriedly explained, finally pulling Abbot Wu back from the edge of regret.
To be continued...