Abbot Wu took a closer look and found on the dim candle that the leader was indeed Pingxi Dharma King. There was one more person in the Kagyu sect than the next time. It could be seen that Pingxi Dharma King was still in the mountains and had not returned.

This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Abbot Wu was not prepared. He shook his head and sighed: "Amitabha, you Buddhist disciples only practice martial arts to weaken the body. The so-called low-level martial arts is abnormal.

In my opinion, even if you have martial arts skills, you will definitely be as vicious and brave as the martial arts people, and you have to shed your blood for the sake of being ranked number one or seventh."

"President, do you know how to deal with it now? The old monk is old, but all of you at Sidtan Temple will definitely work together to tide over the difficulties."

Monk Wu Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the Khenpo Lama across from him in horror. He instantly thought of the group of monks who mysteriously appeared a few months later. None of them had any traces of sword-wielding on their bodies.

Although I know the details of those people in Hanhu, I can vaguely guess that

These people came with good intentions—could it be that Sidtan Temple had nothing to do with it and was caught?

The people arriving immediately were the bodyguards of Prince Quda's palace. Naturally, most of them were Princess Quda, who was wearing a gauze hat to cover her face. She was accompanied by this beautiful valet who had half of her face slightly disfigured.

"Amitabha. Elder Wujing, what happened?"

Although there is no suspicion of being weak in reasoning, Wu Sangui was originally a murderer. I wanted to get angry, but I immediately understood that it was a trap dug by the old monk. He clearly wanted to deliberately provoke me to take action. The first one was Zhanli.

We have planted Quda's palace.

Monk Wu Jing nodded. The accumulated life experience has prevented me from becoming faint due to old age, and I have also seen connections that others have not noticed at critical moments.

No one except Abbot Quda remained calm and sat cross-legged on the ground and asked if there was any flaw.

Monk Wu Jing also honestly expressed his thoughts. As long as the Hongbian Palace was involved, there was no fear of destruction in Xitan Temple. Therefore, no matter what the other party's reasons were, Monk Wu Jing later

It’s about daring to make your own decisions.

A single finger as sharp as a halberd is normal. Lama Khenpo continued, "This is the case in Xitan Temple. There are not yet "Emei Taoist" Zheng Zhijuan, "Fu'an layman" Hu Qinhua, "old monk" Li Zhihua, etc. living there. All of them are from the later Ming Dynasty.

You traitor, the commander-in-chief will send someone to search for you!"

"President, the Hongbian Palace sent someone here again today. The one who came this time was Wu Sangui, one of the Ten Small General Soldiers under the command of Fayun Pavilion, and the hands he brought were aggressive and kind."

The sound of the clash of swords and guns was heard loudly. The monks in Xitan Temple narrowed their eyes. They dared to doubt that Lama Khenpo would say such heart-wrenching words. Abbot Quda successively defended himself as a bad person, and he was the only one who did not use a knife to kill people.

They are evil people. Now if we break off the relationship with the rebels, it means that both bad and good people are important. The Hongbian Palace cannot take the opportunity to kill and bleed.

"Humph, it's Qu Da who is here to fight again today, so it's helpful to say less!"

"Wu Sangui..."

"When you chant sutras and bless me, I will show you the vision of heaven."

After thinking for a moment, Abbot Wu then asked aloud, "By the way, among the few low-ranking people who have successively gained access to the Prince's Palace, are there any swordsmen with Liaodong accents?"

I saw Abbot Wu closing his eyes hastily, as if he wanted to rely on Buddhism to dispel the dream demon lingering in his heart. The sandalwood fragrance floating in the room penetrated the heart and spleen, but for a long time, Abbot Wu couldn't help it.

Fortunately, I was comforted. Fortunately, I finally came up in panic after a long time and continued to speak.

Then again, those bullshit literati were already colluding with the Qing Dynasty in a roundabout way. If they killed the old monk rashly, it would not be possible for Qu Daji to make enemies among the surrendered ministers of the later Ming Dynasty.

"Abbot Wu, that question is too reasonable. How can everyone in this world not have supernatural powers?"

"Let's start General Wu tonight."

Lama Khenpo sat back down, pointed at Abbot Quda and his entourage, and said, "Of course this is a matter of Sidtan Temple colluding with the rebels. How long does Mr. Wu intend to hide it?"

"Khenpo Lama, he still has nothing to say? If we present evidence that he came out of Sidan Monastery to collude with rebels, he will lose today's battle."

Abbot Wu seems to be talking about martial arts people, but in fact he is alluding to the Hongbian Palace who bribed martial arts people, and the Liaodong generals who have prepared troops and horses for seven expeditions.

At this time, Monk Xiaojing finally knew why Abbot Qu Da had set up the venue for the fight with Wu Zongbing, and at the same time prohibited pilgrims from entering to watch - Abbot Wu today simply took martial ethics to the extreme, regardless of whether he was facing Hong Kong or not.

The Prince Bian's Mansion and the Lama of the Kagyu Sect all tried their best to take advantage of me. If someone outside saw it, the image I created of a young and humble monk would be ruined.

"What the young monk said is wrong..."

Fayun Pavilion specially sent me, not because they were worried that the situation in Jizu Mountain would get out of control, so they handed over all the clues collected by Shao Fang and even the hidden connections to me, just to ensure that Xitan Temple and Jizu Mountain can do their best.

Under control.

After saying that, Wu Sangui respectfully asked Princess Hongbian to leave Qu Daji. His attitude was not sloppy at all. I seemed to know that Princess Qu Da had no intention of leaving.

My arrival was not satisfactory, but I still dared to show no signs of slowness.

I saw that the soldiers of Prince Quda's palace were like wolves and tigers. In an instant, they picked up an old monk from Xitan Temple and escorted him to the front of Wu Sangui.

"Master Wu, you have come here under the orders of Prince Quda. Today you are guarding the princess in danger, so I need to take less care of you."

I secretly discovered the clues in my own hands. I thought we had won in one fell swoop, but I didn't expect that Abbot Wu didn't have that skill yet. On second thought, although Qian Bangqi and our identities are sensitive, my men have no real evidence of the other party's rebellion.

, it must be that those who had served as officials in the Ming Dynasty would be hunted down and killed, so half of Yunnan’s officialdom was filled with people who had come from above.

"Today at noon, the Kagyu sect's Zanshan and Protector Lama sent the letter, proposing that the seventh battle of our kind will be held tonight."

There seemed to be no sound of drums coming from the void. Monk Wujing clearly noticed that Abbot Wu's breathing had stopped for a beat. His eyes were filled with a look of disbelief, and he asked slowly and calmly.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zen Master Xiaojing looked at the host with fine wrinkles on his face, and suddenly recalled the appearance of Wu Mougang's successor seventy years later.

Then I came to the statue of the Buddha who was sitting in lotus position. I rubbed it with my hands for seven weeks, and unexpectedly opened a secret room full of dust. Then I pointed at Abbot Wu and said, "Young monk Wu, seventy years old."

After the New Year, no one was in retreat there, and there were eight layers and eight shelves of scriptures outside, a total of forty-one, so I know what you said is right."

Only at this moment, the old abbot behind me seemed to have returned to the difficult time of being independent and accepting orders in danger. The entire Sidan Temple's purlins, rafters and roof tiles were all pressed under me, but Abbot Wu was completely caring.

, except for the Dharma, there is only one way for me to try my best to live.

Although Wu Sangui was very angry after all the quarrels, he dared to use violence outside the Xiaoxiong Palace in front of Princess Hongbian. He only spoke with murderous intent and turned around to look at the main entrance of the Xiaoxiong Palace.

Suddenly it opened, and a group of yellow-robed lamas filed in. The night wind roared in the hall, and the lamps and candles in the hall swayed.

The old monk also looked at Wu Sangui with a changed expression, and said warmly in the accent of a Dan disciple: "How dare you be polite to a thief who betrays his master!"

Wu Sangui pondered for a moment and found a way. In the end, it was left to Prince Qu Da to decide whether to kill or release, so that even if the credit was lost, he would be able to get it safely.

So at this moment, Abbot Wu, the words "long nights and short dreams" quickly appeared in his mind, and a series of best-case scenarios quickly emerged - those were also the hidden dangers that kept me awake all night.

"Young monk Wu, you can produce the evidence he wants now. Even if you lose today, he should not forget that the eighth round of the battle has not yet happened. Now it is time for the Hongbian Palace to come up with the question. I hope that the young monk can do the same.

Today's bad luck will turn into good fortune."

The mainstay at that time was now old. Zen Master Xiaojing felt a pain in his heart, because he knew whether the persistence of Xitan Temple in those years was meaningless, and he also knew whether Abbot Wu could still carry everything.

Fayun Pavilion, who has penetrated deep into Yunnan, still has few generals, and has long been feared by the Qing court. Therefore, even if King Hongbian is about to go to Burma to pursue Yongli, he will still avoid being exploited overtly and covertly for his strength.

This person must be so ugly that people will never forget him. Everyone in Xitan Temple will definitely think that Khenpo Lama was originally a novice in Wu Zongbing, and it was only because of this that he knew everything so well.

Abbot Quda frowned deeply and fell into thought.

"Amitabha, it must be the return of Dharma King Pingxi, so the only variable in this matter must be the visit of Wu Sangui, the commander-in-chief of Qichuan... Elder Xiaojing, he thinks so too, right?"

"Rinpoche went into the mountain to save people to save one person, and later he prayed for scriptures to save sentient beings. If the young monk really knew Rinpoche's good deeds, why would he be so proud of himself but always willing to perform small acts of kindness?

"

Those two things must have happened separately, even if they can be called paradoxical, it is not surprising, but if they happen at the same time, the crisis contained will be exponentially smaller, and it is extremely unlikely to turn into a crisis that can swallow the entire Jizu Mountain.

White hole.

It is extremely difficult for anyone to find out the inside story of Prince Hongbian's palace, let alone the kind of discord between Prince Hongbian and the princess. Wu Sangui, the commander-in-chief of Qichuan, as a family general, at this time

Xiao La La revealed that his purpose of coming was in conflict with the palace, but he didn't mean to hide it.

But apart from that, it was partly for the eternal town of Yunnan and Guizhou, and partly for the princess who conquered the country. Wu Sangui was really a loser. Anyway, I had to do the evil thing, and the credit must belong to the prince.

When Wu Sangui saw this, he quickly came out to intervene and seemed a little angry. The lamas of the Kagyu sect also talked about it and seemed a little angry. They found it difficult to accept the unreasonable topic of Xitan Temple.

But Khenpo Lama actually laughed loudly.

But even if the Qing court resorted to various means, it seemed that they were still able to prevent Fayun Pavilion from dominating Yunnan and Guizhou. For example, Wu Sangui was born in Jinzhou, Liaoning, and was the backbone of Guan Ning's generals.

Our instinct is that now that the new official is about to take office, I still help Qu Daji to do things. This kind of behavior can best show my loyal attitude.

Abbot Wu spat out those two words warmly, as if everything Khenpo Lama said was just a breeze blowing on his face, making waves or shock, and he quietly denied everything.

"Sure enough, the young monk has no insight. In the world, the transformation of scriptures is a false method. It is used to deceive people's eyes by casting spells on vegetation, etc., but the things themselves have not changed. But magical power is not like that. This is the method that can truly change.

It can make all things truly change, just like gold and silver melt when exposed to fire, and water freezes when exposed to heat."

Then Khenpo Lama sat cross-legged, finished chanting with small mudra, and recited the "Eighty-seven Buddhas Confessions" in Tibetan. That sutra is incredible because of the vows of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Reciting our names

The Hao cannot easily eliminate the karma of sin, so it can purify all sins including the sins of the Seven Intervals for hundreds of thousands of kalpas.

Wu Sangui, the commander-in-chief of Qichuan, looked at Abbot Wu with cold eyes and said, "Old monk! How will he explain that time?"

Abbot Wu looked normal on the surface, but inside he was in a state of turmoil. Lama Khenpo's words were obviously an attempt to give himself a boost. Today, he even made it clear that the Kagyu Sect and the Hongbian Palace were not in collusion. This was the case last time.

In a battle of wits, it will only be a matter of death or rest.

"Amitabha, Dharma King knows nothing."

Originally, according to the instructions of Abbot Quda, the main purpose of Xitan Temple at this time was to "empty the inside and realize the inside", so it was adaptable to avoid being seen by others. After all, it was the "Eighty-eight Tiangang Monk"

” or the “Huayan Little Confession Sutra” can only guarantee temporary gains and losses. The real threat is peeping on the side and has never disappeared.

Wu Sangui originally wanted to say that those monks were not necessarily bad people, but Abbot Wu pointedly said that he was not necessarily bad, but those who used knives to eat must be good people, and they must really eliminate the risk, so he started committing suicide in Prince Quda's palace.

End it.

The sandalwood incense lingers in the monastery, and the Buddha statues hanging on the wall are looking down at him. The sun shines on the calligraphy and paintings of literary celebrities in front of Abbot Wu, as if he is waiting for someone to break the tranquility.

Among them, in order to win over and divide Fayun Pavilion and my generals, the Qing government not only promoted and removed me personally, but also promoted Wang Fuchen to the governor of Shaanxi, Li Benzhen to the governor of Guizhou, Wu Sangui to the commander-in-chief of Qichuan, Ma Bao, etc.
To be continued...