Chapter 16: Shaking his head

Wuxin frowned and didn't understand the meaning of this poem.
Lei Wujie exhaled for a long time. At first glance, he just fisted out, but in fact, at the moment he punched, he at least escaped the wind and rain sword's three sword auras. He felt a slight sting on his cheek. Pain, wiped it lightly, and felt a blood stain. He was still injured.
"Are you mad at Fengxuejian? If Jinxian had the intention to kill just now, you would be dead now." Xiao Se leaned on the goalpost and said lazily.
The long-bearded monk who had been watching over there also took a step forward.
"Array!" Ling Jun shouted, Boyong and the four brawny men who had never taken a shot all pulled out their weapons and surrounded Duke Jin to prepare for an array.
"No need, let's go." Father Jinxian inserted the sword back into the sheath, and walked directly into the sedan chair without a careless glance. The four strong men immediately put away their weapons and lifted the sedan chair in an orderly manner.
Although Lingjun and Boyong didn't know why, they immediately put away their swords after looking at each other.
"Get up!" Ling Jun shouted.
In the confused eyes of everyone, they lifted the sedan chair and walked directly to the door of the Dafanyin Temple.
"What's going on? Why did you leave suddenly?" Lei Wujie was puzzled, looking at Xiao Se.
Xiao Se shook his head lazily: "How did I know. I probably took a punch from you and felt that I was not an opponent, so I ran away."
Lei Wujie was taken aback for a moment, and touched the scars that were still a bit tingling: "I hope you are saying this is true..."
When the sedan chair passed Wuxin, Wuxin heard Duke Jin say softly: "Xiao Wuxin, the people from Tianlong Temple have already rushed here. If you want to escape, please run away."
Wuxin's expression remained unchanged after hearing the words, but he smiled and said, "You can't escape."
"Yes, your life can be escaped, but your life can't be escaped." After Grandpa Jinxian finished the preface, there was no more words, the sedan chair just stepped out of the Dafanyin Temple. door.
"Master, why did you suddenly let go? That monk is clearly not your opponent." After walking out of the Dafanyin Temple, Boyong finally couldn't help asking.
"The monk has already practiced the thirty-two secret arts in the Raksha Hall, but it is not as easy to deal with as it seems. But... Lingjun, get the pen, I want to pass the book to the supervisor!" Jin Xiangong suddenly increased Up the tone.
Lingjun had never heard Master speak in such an anxious tone, and hurriedly took out the pen and paper from the back of the sedan chair and handed it up respectfully.
But Xian Xiangong accepted it, and after writing a few words on the paper, he put down the pen, and after a moment of contemplation, he tore the whole piece of paper to shreds, and said, "No, you can't pass the book." , If the Chuanshu is seen by others..."
Boyong and Ling Jun glanced at each other. Duke Jin Xianxian has always been known for being elegant and indifferent. For so many years, he has held the Honghe Temple on behalf of him. In that temple, what happened to them that they didn't notice, caused him such a big shock.
"No! Lingjun, now you go to the nearest inn and pick me a fast horse, I want to go back to the imperial capital quickly, and see the supervisor in person!" Duke Jinxian threw out the paper and pen and said.
The top five masters in Ouchi, the Superintendent Zhang Xiang, who is second only to the Ouchi in the top five, wants to rush to the imperial capital just to report a letter? What letter is so important?
"Leading!" Lingjun didn't dare to think any more, and one of them had already swept out.
Father Jinxian sighed, his emotions finally calmed down. "The cool breeze rate is strong, and you have no clothes." He muttered the poem.
After Father Jinxian and his party withdrew from Dafanyin Temple, Lei Wujie and Xiao Se got up and walked to Wuxin's side. Lei Wujie asked, "Wuxin, so who are you looking for when you come to Dafanyin Temple?"
"I'm afraid it was the drunk monk just now?" Xiao Se guessed.
The long-bearded monk who had just been drunk stepped forward slowly, holding the ring knife in his hand, looking aggressively. Xiao Se's eyes were cold: "Be careful. This monk's martial arts is not much worse than Jinxian."
Wuxin shook his head, pushed away Lei Wujie who was in front of him, and walked towards the monk head on. The two stopped when they were three steps apart.
"You have grown up." Monk Changbeard sighed softly.
"Nonsense, twelve years have passed." Wuxin seemed to be very familiar with Monk Changbeu, and said with a smile, "Is it the five-year-old boy back then?"
Monk Longbeard also smiled: "How many things do you remember when you were five?"
"I remember a lot, I remember always riding on your shoulders and pulling out your long beard. I still remember that you were not a monk at that time, and you were fascinated by playing with an empty knife. I was clamoring to learn from you. What do I remember? Wuxin's eyes suddenly cold, "Remember you betrayed my father?"
Lei Wujie and Xiao Se were shocked, Wuxin exposed the murderous aura he had never had before at that moment, but it was only fleeting.
"I've been thinking about whether you will come to kill me when you grow up. I asked Master Wangyou. He said that everything in the world has cause and effect and said a lot of Buddhist principles. But I'm a fake monk and don't understand those Reason. Later, I thought, if you come to kill me, what I can do. Probably hand you the knife." Monk Longbeard waved his hand and the knife was turned around in the air and landed on the unintentional. In front of him, the small half of the blade plunged into the ground.
Wuxin's hand slightly touched the hilt of the knife, but did not pull it up: "The old monk told me to be compassionate. I am a monk now. How can I kill you indiscriminately. Don't worry, I will not kill you."
Monk Longbeard shook his head: "I hope you came to kill me. If you don't kill me, it means that there are more troublesome things that require me."
"It's not troublesome, just want you to help me with the ritual."
"Doing rituals? I'm just a fake monk. I can't even read the scriptures for so many years."
"I don't want you to do it alone. I want the entire Dafanyin Temple to help me with the ritual."
The Dafanyin Temple is the Khotan State Temple. Today, because of the invading enemy, most of the monks hide in the chanting hall in the backyard. If all the monks are dispatched, there will be at least three hundred people, so the ceremonial ceremonies in such a pomp, I am afraid that only the Lord of Khotan will be qualified.
But the monk Changbeard just froze for a while, looked back at the abbot Venerable Falan, and shouted, "Brother!"
The Venerable Falan slammed a violent spirit all over his body, opened his eyes in confusion, and looked at the monk with long beard. Dare to love just now the sword spirit in the temple, there was a big fight, this Venerable Falan pretended to keep shaking his head, in fact, he had fallen asleep secretly.
"Master!" Lei Wujie couldn't help but gave a thumbs up, admiring the venerable who could only shake his head. This was exactly the same as the eminent monk in the legend of the rivers and lakes he had heard. It’s just that the legend says that all the eminent monks can still meditate in the face of great dangers, and this venerable one regards meditation as sleep...
"Brother, Junior Brother has something to ask." Changxu and Shang Lang said.
Venerable Falan stretched out his hand to wipe off the saliva from the corner of his mouth and nodded gently.
"I need to do a ceremonial ceremonies, you probably have three hundred monks." Monk Changxu is also welcome.
However, Venerable Fran's expression remained unchanged. He only smiled when he heard the words and nodded gently.
"You are the only friend left by the old monk in this life, and letting you preside over this memorial service can be regarded as repaying him for so many years of nagging." Wuxin smiled and turned around, "I will be there tomorrow for you. ."
"What about tomorrow?" Monk Changbeu asked.
"After tomorrow, wait until I can survive tomorrow." Wuxin didn't look back, but jumped and fell on the wall of the temple. "You will leave after you finish the ritual tomorrow. Twelve years ago, they forced you to get involved. In this matter, twelve years later, you can't repeat the same mistakes." After that, the white figure jumped off the temple wall.
"I said, Lei Wujie...Have you found that every time this Wuxin monk left, he didn't intend to take us?" Xiao Se said silently.
"I also found out..." Lei Wujie scratched his head.
"Then our two hostages...why do we want to follow up with a faceless face?" Xiao Se turned his head and asked Lei Wujie.
"That's right, let's go directly to Senior Brother Tang." Lei Wujie finally did not insist on following.
When the two rarely reached an agreement, another handsome head appeared on the temple wall, and that head blinked at Lei Wujie and Xiao Se: "Why don't the two dear friends keep up? We are going to a far place now, and we have to rent some horses. I don’t have any money."
"This monk is really evil!" Xiao Se could only yell.