Chapter 218: .When is the injustice reported?

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Liao Ping raised his eyebrows lightly: "Dao Chang is just aside?"
"It coincides with the meeting, and I have no intention of offending. Please forgive me, Mr. Takiyama." The young Taoist priest replied.
"That Daoist is going to walk with me?" Liao Ping asked.
The young Taoist priest shook his head: "On the contrary, the poor Tao is here to persuade Mr., so don't go eastward for now."
Liao Ping's face was calm: "So, the Taoist knows where my classmate is? Could it be that he offended the Taiqing Palace?"
The young Taoist said: "Mr. Takiyama has misunderstood. Pang Dao doesn’t know where Mr. Takiyama’s classmate is. This matter has nothing to do with Pang Dao’s school. Pang Dao simply reminded him because he cared about him.

Liao Ping nodded: "Please also ask the Taoist chief to express it."
"In the Eastern Tang Dynasty, there were three ninth-level practitioners before, but now without exception, they are all lost in Chang'an City, life and death unknown." said the young Taoist priest.
Liao Ping was not surprised: "The Daoist wanted to tell Poor Dao that there might be people above the Ninth Stage in Chang'an City?"
If it was multiple ninth sieges that caused the defeat of King Tang and others, Liao Ping actually didn't care much.
Only people who are like him, even those whose cultivation strength is higher than him, can attract his attention.
However, he was born in Jiufeng Academy and has a wonderful heritage.
Generally speaking, many people who are in the same state as him can't beat him.
"It's not impossible." The young Taoist said: "At present, there is very little known about Chang'an, the poor Taoist, I don't know if people from other sects want to operate in Dongjiang."
Hearing this, Liao Ping looked slightly solemn: "What the Taoist said is indeed possible."
He looked up and down the young Taoist priest in front of him: "However, listening to what the Taoist said, it seems that he is also interested in Chang'an?"
"Pan Dao is in the land of the ancient Tang Dynasty, and there is an old friend who has been lost because of Chang'an, and he does not know his life or death." The young Taoist priest replied.
"That's it."
Liao Ping nodded: "It's my classmate, whether he is still in the land of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, I don't know yet. I was almost reckless. Fortunately, the Daoist reminded me."
"Mr. Takiyama is polite," the young Taoist priest said.
Liao Ping continued to ask, "What plans does the Taoist master do next?"
"Try to find out the foundation of Chang'an first, and then make a decision." The young Taoist priest replied.
Liao Ping nodded: "I will first go to the eastern frontier outside Chang'an to look for it. If I don't find it, then I will return to Chang'an. If the Taoist chief has discovered anything about Chang'an, please feel free to inform me.
"Definitely, definitely," the young Taoist priest said.
Liao Ping nodded, took out the paper with him, and put a pen on it.
After writing, he gently dried the ink and passed the paper to the young Taoist priest.
"See the words as they are."
The Taoist nodded, under his calligraphy.
The two said goodbye, and Liao Ping left, but he did not continue to go east to Chang'an.
He first turned south and headed to the Western Chu Dynasty in the south of the Western Zhou Dynasty.
The young Taoist watched him leave, then turned his eyes to the east, looking towards Chang'an, silently thinking.
At the same time, in the realm of Chang'an, two monks, one big and one small, were flying into Chang'an City.
After entering the second outer city, they landed and walked on the ground.
Chang'an's rules, except for a few people who have been granted permission by His Majesty, all the others are prohibited from flying within the second outer city.
The younger, still childish monk landed, turning around the mid-air when he flew, and then looking at the solid ground under his feet, he couldn't help but look incredible.
Next to him, Monk Huiming, who was slightly older but still a young man, smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Brother, I will fly too..."
The young monk Yongse was a little at a loss: "I used to envy Master and them, and brother, you can fly in the sky, that's just thinking, if one day I can fly freely in the sky like a bird."
When he came to Chang'an, it was Master Faxin's old monk who took Feiyi with him.
After that, when Huiming and others flew away, they took him with him.
But now, returning to Chang'an from Tonglu County in the southwest, he flew back by himself based on his own cultivation base.
Huiming smiled and said, "You have already completed the sixth stage, so you can naturally fly in the air."
Yong Se raised his hands and touched his little bald head: "But I don't quite understand why I was suddenly in the sixth state..."
Huiming said earnestly: "You don't need to be confused, just remember that for our Buddhist disciples, saving people is the greatest compassion."
Yong Se seemed to understand but did not understand: "It seems to be, I didn't think too much at the time, I just hope the injured people don't die..."
"All living beings are suffering, so are you and me. Seeing the clarity of the heart, saving others and self, for us, compassion is part of our practice." Huiming said.
The young monk Yongse whispered: "Brother, you are not the same as what Master said. Master said, those who believe in me are Buddha, my Buddha is compassionate, and my Buddhist disciples uphold the Dharma to rescue them, those who do not believe in my Buddha, compassion will only plant evil... …"
Huiming smiled: "You grow up slowly and practice slowly. You can compare the two statements by yourself, and finally get your own answer. The Buddha said that everyone can become a Buddha by seeing the clarity of the mind. This is the truth."
"Oh." Yong Se nodded his head.
Two monks, one large and one small, walked towards the inner city of Chang'an while chatting.
When they arrived at the Tianshu Hall, after seeing Mr. Wuyun, they saluted together: "Sir."
Mr. Wuyun, projected by Zhang Dongyun, looked at the two of them up and down, and nodded slightly: "Yes, as far as Buddhism is concerned, you are all people with roots of wisdom."
Inside the Daming Palace, City Lord Zhang Da wanted to scratch the wall enviously.
The practice of Confucianism and Buddhism is so cool!
Talking about breakthrough means breaking through, and talking about improvement means improving.
It may even happen that Shen Herong used to have seven realms a day, and the young monk Yongse now has six realms a day.
There is really no place to reason.
unacceptable!
What a shame!
It's so enviable...
Zhang Dongyun sighed and could only put himself in danger. This thing is purely talented. There are so many practitioners of Buddhism and Confucianism who can be like the little monk of Yongse, who are also rare.
And this little guy is happy to break through to the sixth stage at one time, but when he reaches the seventh stage next, he can't figure out when.
In case of a heart failure, it is not impossible to be stuck in the current state for a lifetime...
But he's so sour!
Zhang Dongyun hid his face and sighed.
Mr. Dark Cloud, which he projected, looked calm.
"Mr. praised." Huiming saluted Mr. Wu Yun.
Then, after hesitating for a while, he finally said: "Sir, the poor monk did not catch up at the time, but it seems that there are other masters in the city, right?"
Mr. Wu Yun said: "Not bad."
Looking at the young monk who was hesitant to speak, Mr. Wu Yun said indifferently: "The enemy who has come, who is the leader, has been exhausted."
Monk Huiming heard this, breathing slightly, and fell silent.
Mr. Wu Yun's tone is indifferent: "You leave them a way of life, it is Buddhist compassion, and hope they will change.
But they won't. When Xi Chu comes back, I will rule the people in Chang'an, and they will suffer from war again. "
Huiming sighed: "They are dead. The Western Chu Dynasty will not give up. The war will definitely come again. When will the injustice be reported..."
"The reporting party will die, naturally."
Mr. Wuyun's tone was calm, but the two monks Huiming and Yongse suddenly felt a atmosphere and rushed toward him.
"Sir, it must be the other party who is sure to die, did you make this plan?"
Monk Huiming's tone became solemn.
Facing the unfathomable Mr. Wuyun, facing Chang'an City, he rarely showed disrespect: "Why do you have to commit this murder?"
Little Monk Yongse pulled Huiming's sleeves and whispered in a low voice, "Brother, Xi Chu and the others called first..."
Huiming shook his head lightly at him: "Xi Chu attacked because some of them died here. At the beginning, that person helped the Tang Dynasty because their messenger was detained in Chang'an. I heard from the host Yun Zhuang of Qingxia Villa. The messenger of Chu did nothing and was detained."
The young monk turned his head and looked at Mr. Wu Yun: "The poor monk does not want to question Mr.'s decision, but hopes that Mr. will be merciful, so that both sides will shed less blood."
Mr. Wu Yun didn't think he was disgusted, but said calmly: "Next time you encounter the same situation, will you stop Li Qiong and the others and save the people who saved Xichu from leaving?"
Huiming took a deep breath: "The poor monk will guard the border between Xi Chu and Chang'an, and will not allow Xi Chu to cross the border alone. I am willing to use this body to prevent the two sides from seeing each other."
Mr. Wu Yun's mood did not fluctuate at all, and he did not question whether the other party could do it. Instead, he asked: "On the contrary, if I enter Xichu from Chang'an, you will also stop it?"
Monk Huiming said frankly: "Poor monk, yes."
Mr. Wu Yun was not angry: "Even the people of Western Chu, under the rule of the Xiang family, don't the people have a living?"
Monk Huiming was finally silent.
Zhang Dongyun in the Daming Palace would look at each other if he was interested.
He didn't have Hui Ming.
Among the Seven Kingdoms of Eastern Xinjiang, the three dynasties of Tang, Jin, and Chu were all notorious tyranny.
Liang and Chen are very extravagant, extravagant and wasteful.
To show that the emperor is the country and the officials are clear and bright, only the Western Zhou and Northern Qi can barely count.
However, compared with the other five countries, it is only a tall one.
To say how enlightened and progressive is really pure nonsense.
Of course, if the opponent is Mingjun Renjun, Zhang Chengzhu will let him go, which is not realistic.
Even if he agreed, the city wall would not agree.
He built a wall on the other side's land and said that he would not interfere with the other side's affairs. No matter how he was Mingjun and Renjun, he could not be calm.
However, this is very important to the little monk Huiming.
The young monk had some reason to admit his death.
He considers things only whether they should be done, not whether he can do it.
When praying as a car, you also have to come forward. The big deal is to give up a smelly skin.
After a long while, Huiming finally said, "Poor monk, I will walk around Xichu and have seen it with my own eyes."
Mr. Wu Yun said casually: "Then you can go and see for yourself, as long as you remember, anyone who disobeys your Majesty will be destroyed."
The little monk Huiming put his palms together: "Mr. Xie is magnanimous, Mr. teaches, the poor monk keeps it in his heart and dare not forget."