Hengyuan frowned, feeling something was wrong. From the time he reported his name, the expressions of the two gatekeepers were strange.
After the spread, there was a hostility of seemingly or not.
"Thanks to lead the way!" Hengyuan lowered his eyebrows and pleased his eyes.
Led by the gatekeeper, he passed through the front yard and the main building and arrived at the back yard.
Under the eaves corners, in the corridor, stood a middle-aged monk. He was wearing an ascetic monk's clothing that was convenient for trekking. His face was round and his earlobes were plump.
Looking at Hengyuan blankly.
"Qinglong Temple Hengyuan?" Monk Jingchen looked at Hengyuan sharply.
"It's a poor monk."
Monk Hengyuan was also examining Jingchen. At this point, he had realized that this group of fellow sects from the Western Regions was hostile to himself.
Hengyuan didn't know what was going on with this hostility, he had to know that the two sides had not had contact before.
"The monks don't say anything!" Monk Jingchen said solemnly.
Hearing this sentence, Hengyuan's most intuitive feeling is that the alarm sounded in his ear, not to lie, and to answer honestly.
"It's a poor monk." Hengyuan put his hands together and said calmly.
Monk Jingchen was silent.
He had just used the power of the law-maker to confirm that the monk who claimed to be Hengyuan was not lying, unless the other party was also a law-maker and could modify the precepts by himself.
The question is, if this one is Hengyuan, who is that just now?
What is his purpose?
Jing Chen reviewed the conversation carefully and found out with horror that the other party had come for Sangbo's sealed artifact.
In this case, the nature of the matter is not as simple as pretending to be Hengyuan, it is about the demon monk, and he must treat it with caution.
"That monk would roar with a Buddhist lion. Even if he is not Hengyuan, he must be a Buddhist man... This one in front of you, even if it is Hengyuan, is really just for visiting. No other intentions?"
Various thoughts flashed, Monk Jingchen immediately made a decision, pointed to Hengyuan, and shouted: "Take it!"
Immediately, two monks in blue nai suits stepped forward and pressed Hengyuan's shoulders.
boom!
Hengyuan's Qi machine shook, and the two monks flew out easily.
In the corridor, Monk Jingchen pinched his hands and chanted: "You can't move your body, your hands, or your mouth."
When the voice fell, golden ripples like water ripples appeared in the handprints, gently and firmly sweeping Hengyuan.
In an instant, Hengyuan seemed to be trapped in a mire, except that his mind was still running, his body had lost control.
"Boom bang bang..."
Hengyuan blew up air ripples around his body, like small fireworks.
He was fighting the precepts with brute force, trying to get out of the mud.
Jing Chen frowned. The monk who claimed to be Hengyuan was stronger than he expected. Can't help but shout: "Get it quickly!"
Several monks, a few mages and Zen masters rushed out of the room. The latter two had low combat effectiveness and had to rely on monks to get people.
But before the monks surrounded him, Hengyuan broke through the "precepts", dragged out the afterimage at an extremely fast speed, and rushed towards Monk Jingchen.
Hengyuan was angry and wanted to teach this fellow from the west.
At this moment, a figure stood in front of Jingchen, a young Jingsi monk with delicate brows dressed in cyan navy.
He calmly looked at Hengyuan, who was rushing forward, and took a palm.
When the palm was first raised, there was no abnormality, but during the process, a little gold lacquer spread from the palm, quickly covering the palm and arms, and then the whole person was like a gold lacquer sculpture.
when!
The palm of his hand was pushed exactly on Hengyuan's chest. The latter seemed to have been hit by a siege wood, and flew out, breaking through the wall of the inner courtyard and through the wall of the main building.
The pawns in the inn were scared to death, hiding in the house shivering, afraid to come out.
This group of monks started working with others as soon as they moved in. In a few days, wouldn't it be necessary to tear down the post?
"Ahem..."
With a coughing cough, Monk Hengyuan walked out, staring at Jing Si without speaking.
Jing Chen said indifferently: "You stay at the inn. When Uncle Du Er comes back, I have something to ask you."
Hengyuan nodded: "Okay."
At the end of the word "good", he turned into an afterimage again, and rushed over fiercely, but the goal was not Jingchen, but Jingsi.
Jing Si, whose body surface exudes a metallic texture, raised his hand again and slapped Hengyuan with a palm. Instead of shooting this time, Hengyuan was able to intercept his arm joints. The big fist of the casserole continued to hit his face, sending out "Dangdangdang". The loud noise.
Jing Si, whose face was hit, slammed Hengyuan away with a head hammer. After the two cracked and fought a dozen moves, Jing Si was countered again.
Hengyuan grabbed his wrist, snarled in a low voice, and slammed Jingsi to the ground with a cross-shoulder fall.
boom!
The blue bricks laying in the yard were blown into the sky instantly, and the ground cracked.
Hengyuan's knee pressed against Jingsi's throat, his right fist turned into an afterimage, and he smashed his head again and again.
Dangdang Dangdang........ Just like ringing a bell, sound and air waves raged in every corner of the yard.
The tiles crackled and slipped, the flowerbeds exploded, and the willows broke...In an instant mess.
Jing Si has no ability to resist, and can only bear the blow with her face.
"Enough!" Jing Chen said solemnly.
Hengyuan stopped then, shaking his fists, staring at Jing Si coldly: "It's rough and thick."
At this point, the monk's violent temper finally vented.
Xu Qi'an has always misunderstood Hengyuan, thinking that the other party is a simple and gentle "Lu Zhishen". In fact, Hengyuan is a thug in this honest and simple coat.
People who don't have a bad temper can't do the act of rushing to Pingyuan Bo's house at night, killing people and then leaving.
It's just that in Hengyuan's mind, Mrs. Xu is a kind person who is kind, and such a good person deserves to be treated with gentleness.
After entering the inn, he was targeted everywhere and came with kindness, but he encountered "sticks", not to mention a lot of fire in his heart. In such a raging situation, this little monk still came out to pretend to be forceful, as if he Hengyuan was a chicken dog, he would fly away with just one palm.
It turned out to be just a little monk with thick skin.
.........
At the beginning of Shenshi, the early spring sun hung warmly to the west.
Master Duer held a Zen stick in his hand and wore a golden red robe, and walked home. He paused at the entrance of the post station, and then stepped out to the inner courtyard.
The inner courtyard was in a mess, and the pawns stepped on the ladder and covered the roof with tiles. The monks rammed the cracked ground with sand.
Among them, the hardest worker was an unfamiliar big bald head. Master Duer looked at it a few times and didn't speak.
Master Duer looked like a skinny old monk, with dark skin and wrinkles on his face. His skinny body was wrapped in a wide robe, which seemed a bit funny.
"Uncle Master!"
Monk Jingchen came out of the house and talked in the language of the Western Regions: "When you entered the palace, something happened..."
Tell Master Duer in detail about the true and false Hengyuan experience.
"Hengyuan can't fight back with Jingsi?"
Master Duer turned his head and looked at Hengyuan, who was working hard.
"Yes," Jing Chen nodded, and then added: "However, Junior Brother Jing Si was not injured. The Diamond Sutra is not something ordinary people can break."
There was pride in his tone.
Master Du'e did not express his position, and instead asked: "When Hengyuan first talked with you, did he say about evil things? For example, he knew the roots and feet of evil things, and knew certain aspects of evil things. ."
Jing Chen recalled for a moment and shook his head: "He only said that the seal under Sangbo was related to Buddhism, and when telling the case, he said that he had seen the severed hand boarding on his junior brother Henghui.
"Uncle Master, this matter can actually be verified, just summon Hengyuan from outside to ask."
Duer asked again: "He really didn't reveal the least bit of evil information to induce you to confide more inside information?"
Jing Chen shook his head: "No."
Master Du'er said with an "um": "I know who he is, now you go to call the guard's office and find the organizer Xu Qi'an. I have something to ask him."
.............
Xu Qi'an came out of the hook and was light and fluttering all over, feeling that his bones were crisp. While enjoying horses and chickens, while watching operas and listening to music, this kind of life is really happy.
In an hour, the girls in Goulan changed batch after batch, came in with a smile, and went out with trembling hands.
"It's a pity that the girls in Goulan are selling seafood, not professional massage, and their level is still a bit worse. In this era, there are brothels, education workshops and Goulan, but there are no foot bath shops and massage shops. What a pity."
At this point, the value was lost and there was no need to go to the Yamen again. Xu Qi'an hired a carriage by the side of the road and returned to Xu Mansion.
"Da Lang, you can count as coming back. Someone in the yamen is looking for you. After waiting for a long time in the house, I drank two pots of tea." The old concierge saw Da Lang coming back and hurried to greet him.
The Yamen came to me for something...Xu Qi'an thought for a moment, guessing that it was Western Buddhist monks looking for him.
Entering the living room, I saw an official in black sitting in a chair drinking tea, looking out frequently.
"Oh, Master Xu, you are back."
After countless looking around, I finally saw Xu Qi'an. The black-clothed official was overjoyed and said: "You won't come back again. After the curfew, I can only stay in your house."
"What's the matter." Xu Qi'an went straight to the subject.
"Not long ago, a Buddhist monk came to the Yamen to look for you. He didn't find him, so he went to see Wei Gong. Wei Gong sent me to wait for you at the residence." The black-clothed official said.
It's just a monk, so Wei Yuan has to be treated so seriously? What kind of a Westerner is he, I am dignified, and when can I stand up?
Xu Qi'an said blankly, "I see, I will see you later."
The black-clothed clerk breathed a sigh of relief and planned to leave. He suddenly remembered something and said with a smile: "Wei Gong heard that you were wandering around recently, not waiting for dispatch or visiting the streets. He was very angry and said that your three-month salary has not been paid. Up."
........ Now, Dad, I have something to discuss! Xu Qi'an's face froze.
After sending away the black clerks, Xu Qi'an remembered that his little mare had been left in the batman's yamen, so he ordered someone to take Xu Erlang's mount.
There are three horses in Xu Mansion, namely Xu Pingzhi and Xu Dalang Erlang's mount. A carriage for female family members when they travel.
Xu Xinnian heard that his eldest brother had returned, and he hurriedly came out of the study, and said anxiously: "Big brother, after you left today, those two suspicions are here again."
"What?" Xu Qi'an didn't react for a while.
"A swordsman in a green shirt, a monk who is more like a butcher. They come uninvited and say congratulations. Father said that the visitors are guests, so he invited them into the mansion for a drink."
Xu Xinnian frowned and said, "I always feel that they look at me with weird eyes."
Xu Qi'an remembered. When he saw Hengyuan in the afternoon, he seemed to have said that he had just come out of Xu Mansion for a drink.
"Erlang, don't care about these unknown people, you are Huiyuan now, and your eyes are on a higher sky." Xu Qi'an didn't know how to comfort the little brother, and patted him on the shoulder:
"Lent me your mount and return it to you tomorrow."
Just at this time, the servants brought the horse from the back door, and when Hou was outside the door, Xu Qi'an immediately flashed him.
When he came to Sanyang Station again, the setting sun was hanging to the west, and the evening sun was magnificent golden red.
"you........"
The two monks guarding the gate knew that they had been deceived, and stared at Xu Qi'an with unkind expressions.
"This official Xu Qi'an is the organizer of the Sangbo case. Master Du'er summoned me to lead the way." Xu Qi'an smiled and passed the reins.
The two monks guarding the gate took a deep breath and suppressed their anger. One took the reins and the other made a "please" gesture.
Following the gatekeeper monk entered the post and came to the inner courtyard.
It seems like I just had a fight here...Hengyuan is also working here...For sins and sins, I will definitely be a good person in the future.
He bowed his head with some guilty conscience and did not look at Monk Hengyuan. Under the guidance of the gatekeeper, he entered a room.
There were three monks in the room. The one in the middle was sitting on the cave. He was a dark-skinned old monk. His face was covered with wrinkles, and his skinny body could not support a loose robes. At first glance, it seemed a little funny.
The left and right are Jingchen and Jingsi who have met.
Jing Chen stared at Xu Qi'an with a bad expression.
"Master Du'er!" Xu Qi'an put his hands together and bowed.
The old monk returned the courtesy and said gently: "Why does Master Xu pretend to be a monk of Qinglong Temple Hengyuan?"
Xu Qi'an replied with seriousness, "I want to figure out what is sealed under Sangbo."
The old monk squinted and looked at him silently. The calm and gentle gaze was like a human body scanner.
In front of this old monk, Xu Qi'an didn't dare to have any inner drama, restrained his divergent thoughts, prevented himself from thinking about it, and said:
"The Sangbo case was investigated and handled by the official. I discovered that there are many secrets in it. The mountain and river temple in Yongzhen was built on a large formation, and evil things were sealed in the formation. After the mountain and river temple in Yongzhen was blown up and the evil things got out of trouble, the official I personally surveyed the water and found that the remaining formation stone pillars were carved with Buddhist scriptures.
"In the beginning, I thought that the one who was sealed under Sangbo was the previous generation of supervisors, but as the case progressed, with the emergence of Henghui, it turned out that it was a severed hand that was sealed under Sangbo.
"This official speculates from this that the severed hand is related to Buddhism. But whether it's Jianzheng or the royal family, it is secretive about it.
"I Xu Qi'an has repeatedly solved major cases in Beijing, and there is no case that I can't find out. But this question, like a throat, made me sleepless at night, and I don't think about food."
Master Du'er nodded slowly: "That's why there was the temptation before?"
"Exactly!" Xu Qi'an said.
This remark had already been thought of when he pretended to be Hengyuan. He disguised himself as a "madman" who was persistent in solving crimes, and he was nostalgic about the origin of the severed hand and the secrets hidden behind him.
So after the Western Regions mission entered Beijing, the fake Hengyuan came here to try.
There was nothing wrong with his temptation. All the questions were limited, he didn't take the initiative to disclose any information about the monk of the gods, and he fully played the role of an organizer who knew only one thing and did not know the other.
Master Duer smiled and said, "Master Xu wants to know information about evil things?"
Xu Qi'an was overjoyed and showed his thirst for knowledge appropriately: "The master is willing to tell it?"
The skinny old monk smiled and said, "It's all right, but you have to enter my Buddhism and become a disciple of the poor monk."
Rolling calf....... Xu Qi'an twitched his cheeks and shook his head to refuse: "This official cultivates martial arts, so he can no longer cultivate Buddhism."
Master Du'e seems to have known such a reply a long time ago, and said unhurriedly: "You can transfer to a monk."
You can transfer to a monk.... As expected, a monk and a martial artist have the same goal. My guess is correct. The monk system in Buddhism was prepared for "outer disciples."
A guess that Xu Qi'an held in his heart for a long time was confirmed.
What is the next rank of the eighth rank monk? !
"Can you marry a wife and have children?" he asked.
"Although monks don't need to observe the precepts~EbookFREE.me~, they cannot marry wives and have children. This has nothing to do with practice, but Buddhism rules." Master Duer shook his head:
"When you enter Buddhism, you are a monk, and the same is true for a monk. If you are a monk, how can you get married."
Xu Qi'an looked regretful: "I yearn for Buddhism very much, but the nine generations of single biography in the family, hey...it seems that I have no relationship with Buddhism, it is a great regret in my life."
Master Duer was a little happy, but he didn't expect Xu Qi'an to be so friendly to Buddhism.
"Master Xu has anything to ask in the future, even if you come to the inn to ask, the poor monk will tell you if you can. Don't pretend to be a Buddhist disciple."
"This official knows his mistake."
Du'e nodded and ordered Jingsi to give away.
After Jing Si sent Xu Qi'an away and returned to the room, Master Duer said in a deep voice, "Call Hengyuan into the house."
"Yes!"
Jing Chen went out and shouted.
Immediately, the dusty Hengyuan returned with Jingchen. Master Du'e smiled and said: "Pan Shu called me uncle master, you are his disciple, then call my uncle master."
In fact, the Western Regions Buddhism and Qinglong Temple have no relationship in seniority. Before, the clean dust was out of courtesy, and Xu Qi'an was a brother.
"Uncle Shi." Hengyuan folded his hands together.
Master Du'er nodded and asked, "Listen to Jingchen, that silver gong Xu Qi'an claims to be in a relationship with you?"
Hengyuan replied: "Yes."
"The previous misunderstandings were all caused by this. Have you ever complained in your heart?" Master Du'e stared at Hengyuan.
"No matter what Master Xu does, his disciples can be tolerant and understanding." Hengyuan said.
He owes No. 3 and two lives, and Xu Qi'an one life, these are great kindnesses.
Duer nodded again: "What kind of person is he."
PS: Change first and then change, there seems to be 4D today.
