Chapter 285
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Hengyuan frowned and felt something was wrong. From the time he reported his name, the expressions of the two gatekeepers were very strange.
After the communication, there was a seeming hostility.
"Please lead the way!" Hengyuan looks down.
Under the guidance of the gatekeeper, he went through the front yard and the main building and arrived at the backyard.
Under the eaves and in the corridor stood a middle-aged monk. He was dressed in an ascetic robe which was convenient for trekking, with a round face and thick earlobes.
Looking at Hengyuan without expression.
"Green Dragon Temple Hengyuan?" Monk Jingchen has a keen eye on Hengyuan.
"It's the poor monk."
Monk Hengyuan is also examining Jingchen. At this point, he has realized that these fellow disciples from the western regions have seemingly no hostility to himself.
Hengyuan doesn't know what this hostility is. It should know that the two sides had no contact before.
"Monks don't lie!" Still dust and pure voice.
Hearing this sentence, Hengyuan's most intuitive feeling is that he has sounded the alarm bell in his ear. He can't lie and answer honestly.
"It's the poor monk." Hengyuan hands together, calm way.
Monk Jingchen was silent.
He has just used the ability of the disciplinarian to confirm that the monk, who calls himself HengYuan, has not lied, unless the other monk is also a disciplinarian and can modify the commandments on his own.
The question is, if this is HengYuan, who is that just now?
What's his purpose?
Jingchen carefully reviews the conversation and finds out that the other party is here for the seal of Sangbo.
In this case, the nature of the matter is not as simple as pretending to be Hengyuan. It's about the monk. He must be careful.
"Just now that martial monk can also roar at the lion in Buddhism. Even if he is not HengYuan, he must be one of the Buddhists..... Now, even if he is HengYuan, his coming is really just for visiting, no other intention?"
All sorts of thoughts flashed by. Monk Jingchen made a decision immediately. He pointed to Hengyuan and said, "take it!"
Immediately, two monks in blue Nayi came forward and pressed Hengyuan's shoulder.
Bang!
Hengyuan gas machine swing, easy to shake the two monks out.
In the corridor, monk Jingchen pinched the seal with his hands and recited: "the body can't move, the hand can't move, the mouth can't speak."
As the voice falls, the golden ripples like water ripple out of the fingerprints, sweeping Hengyuan gently and firmly.
In a flash, Hengyuan was in a quagmire. In addition to thinking, his body was out of control.
"Bang bang......"
waves of air burst around HengYuan, just like small fireworks.
He's fighting the commandments with brute force, trying to get out of the mud.
Jingchen frowned. The monk, who called himself HengYuan, was stronger than he expected. Can't help but shout: "take it down quickly!"
There were several monks, several mages and Zen masters in the room. The latter two had little fighting power and had to rely on the monks to take people.
But Hengyuan broke through the "commandments" before the monks surrounded him, pulled out the shadow at a very fast speed and rushed to monk Jingchen.
Hengyuan is angry and wants to teach this fellow from the West.
At this time, a figure blocking in front of Jingchen, is wearing a blue Na Yi, pretty young monk Jingsi.
He looked at Hengyuan calmly and clapped his hand.
At the beginning of the palm movement, there was no abnormality, but in the process, a little gold paint flowed from the palm, quickly covered the palm and arm, and then the whole person was like a sculpture of gold paint.
When!
The palm of his hand was just pushed on Hengyuan's chest. The latter seemed to be hit by siege wood and flew out, breaking the wall of the inner courtyard and the wall of the main building.
The soldiers in the post station were scared to death. They hid in the room, shivering and afraid to come out.
The monks just moved in and started to fight with others. In a few days, won't they tear down the post station?
"Cough..."
with a dull cough, monk Hengyuan came out and stared at Jingsi.
Jingchen said faintly: "you should stay in the post station. When martial uncle Du Er comes back, I have something to ask you."
Hengyuan nodded: "good."
At the end of the word "good", he turns into a shadow again and pours fiercely, but the target is not Jingchen, but Jingsi.
Jingsi, whose body surface exudes metallic texture, raises her hand again and pats Hengyuan with one palm. This time, she fails to hit it. Instead, Hengyuan intercepts her arm joints. The big fist connection of casserole keeps hitting her face, making a loud "dangdangdang" sound.
Jingsi, who suffered a blow to his face, hit Hengyuan with a hammer. After more than ten moves, Jingsi was countered again.
Hengyuan grabs his wrist and roars in a low voice. He falls over his shoulder and hits Jingsi on the ground.
Boom!
The green bricks laid in the courtyard were blasted into the sky and the ground cracked.
Hengyuan's knee is at Jingsi's throat. His right fist turns into a shadow and smashes his head.Dangdangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang.
The tiles are falling, the flower beds are exploding, the willows are broken... It's a mess in an instant.
Jingsi has no ability to resist. She can only bear the blow with her face covered.
"Enough!" Jingchen said.
Hengyuan just stopped, shaking his bloody fist and staring at Jingsi coldly: "it's just rough skin and thick flesh."
At this point, the monk's violent temper was finally vented.
Xu Qian has always misunderstood HengYuan, thinking that the other party is a simple and gentle "Lu Zhishen". In fact, Hengyuan is a thug in this simple and honest coat.
People who are not violent can't rush into Pingyuan's mansion at night, kill people and go away.
But in Hengyuan's mind, Mr. Xu is a good man who is ready to give. Such a good man is worthy of being treated gently.
After entering the post station, he was targeted everywhere and came with good intentions. What he encountered was "stick". Don't mention that he was too angry. Under such a situation, the little monk is still acting like a bully, as if he is a local chicken and a local dog. He can fly with one hand.
It turned out to be just a little monk with rough skin and thick flesh.
At the beginning of Shenshi, the sun in the early spring was warm in the West.
Master duer, holding a Zen staff and wearing a golden and red cassock, walked back. He paused at the gate of the post station, then stepped out and came to the inner courtyard.
The inner courtyard was in a mess. The postmen stepped on the ladder to the roof and covered it with tiles. Monks carry sand to tamp the cracked ground.
Among them, the one who worked hard was a big bald stranger. Master duer looked at him and didn't speak.
Master duer was a thin old monk with dark skin and wrinkled face. His thin body was wrapped in a wide cassock, which was a bit funny.
"Martial uncle!"
Monk Jingchen came out of the room and talked in the language of the western regions: "something happened when you entered the palace..."
tell master duer the true and false story of Hengyuan in detail.
"Hengyuan beat Jingsi without fighting back?"
Master duer turned his head and looked at Hengyuan who was working hard.
"Yes," Jingchen nodded, and then added, "but younger martial brother Jingsi is not injured. The Diamond Sutra can't be broken by ordinary people."
There is pride in the tone.
Instead of expressing his position, master duer asked, "when the first Hengyuan talked with you, did he say anything about evil things? For example, he knows the root of the evil things and some information about them. "
Jingchen recalled for a moment and shook his head: "he only said that the seal under the bottom of Sampo had something to do with Buddhism. When he told the story, he said that he had seen the broken hand boarding on his younger martial brother Henghui.
"Martial uncle, this matter can be verified. Just call Hengyuan from outside to question."
But Du Er asked again: "he really didn't reveal any information about evil things to induce you to reveal more inside information?"
Jingchen shook his head: "No."
Master duer said, "well, I know who he is. Now go to the watchman's Yamen and find the organizer Xu Qi'an. I have something to ask him."
......
Xu Qi'an came out of the GouLan, his whole body was light, and his bones were crisp. He enjoyed killing chickens while watching opera and listening to music. This kind of day is really carefree.
In an hour, the girls in GouLan changed batch after batch. They came in with a smile and went out with shaking hands.
"It's a pity that the girls in GouLan's job is selling seafood, not professional massage, and their level is still poor. It's a pity that there are brothels, teaching workshops, departments and hurdles in this era, and there are no foot bath shops and massage shops. "
This point, already scattered value, no need to go to yamen, Xu Qian hired a carriage at the roadside, return to Xu Fu.
"Dalao, you've come back. Someone in the Yamen has been looking for you. They've been waiting in the mansion for a long time, and they've drunk two pots of tea." When the porter saw Dalao coming back, he quickly welcomed him.
The Yamen has something to do with me... Xu Qi'an ponders a little and guesses that the Western Buddhists are looking for him.
Entering the reception hall, I saw an official in black sitting on a chair drinking tea and looking out frequently.
"Oh, Lord Xu, you are back."
Zhang wangzhong saw Xu Qian's figure for countless times. The official in black was overjoyed and said, "if you don't come back again, after curfew, I can only stay in your house."
"What's the matter?" Xu Qian goes straight to the theme.
"Not long ago, a Buddhist monk came to the Yamen to see you. He didn't find you, so he went to see Duke Wei. Duke Wei sent me to wait for you in the mansion. " Said the official in black.
It's just a monk. Can Wei Yuan be treated so seriously? He's a westerner. When can I stand up? I'm so angry.
Xu Qian said without expression: "I know. I'll see you later."The official in black was relieved and planned to leave. Suddenly he thought of something and said with a smile, "Duke Wei is very angry when he heard that you have been wandering around recently, not waiting to be sent in the Yamen or patrolling the streets. He said that your salary for three months is gone."
Well, Dad, I have something to discuss! Xu Qi'an's face froze.
Seeing off the official in black, Xu Qi'an remembered that her little mare had been left in the watchman's Yamen, and ordered her men to lead Xu Erlang's mount.
There are three horses in Xu's house. They are Xu Pingzhi's, Xu Dalang's and Erlang's horses. A carriage is specially used for women's family members when they travel.
When Xu Xinnian heard that the elder brother had come back, he quickly came out of his study and said anxiously, "elder brother, after you left today, those two people who are interested in testing have come again."
"What?" Xu Qian didn't respond for a moment.
"A green shirt swordsman, a monk who is more like a butcher. They came uninvited to say congratulations. Dad said that the visitors were guests, so he invited them to the house to have wine. "
Xu Xinnian frowned and said, "I always feel that they look at me strangely."
Xu Qi'an remembered that when he saw Hengyuan in the afternoon, he seemed to have said that he had just come out of Xu's house after drinking.
"Erlang, don't care about these nobody. You are Huiyuan now. Your eyes are in the higher sky." Xu Qi'an didn't know how to comfort his little brother, so he patted him on the shoulder:
"I'll use your mount and give it back to you tomorrow."
Just at this time, the servant brought the horse from the back door. Hou was outside the gate, and Xu Qi'an immediately left.
When he came to Sanyang post station again, the setting sun was already hanging in the west, and the evening sun was magnificent golden red.
"You......"
the two monks who guarded the door knew that they had been cheated and stared at Xu Qi'an with a bad look.
"I'm Xu Qi'an, the organizer of the Sampo case. Master duer called me to lead the way." Xu Qian passed the reins with a smile.
The two monks at the gate took a deep breath to control their anger. One took the reins and the other made a "please" gesture.
As the guard monk entered the post station, he came to the inner courtyard.
It seems that I've just had a fight here..... Hengyuan also works here..... I'll be a good man in the future.
He bowed his head and did not go to see Hengyuan monk. Under the guidance of the guard monk, he entered a room.
There are three monks in the room. The one sitting in the middle is a dark old monk with wrinkled face. His thin body can't support his loose cassock. At first glance, it looks funny.
On the left and right are Jingchen and Jingsi.
Jingchen stares at Xu Qi'an with a bad look.
"Master duer!" Xu Qian put his hands together and gave a salute.
The old monk returned the salute and said gently, "why did Mr. Xu disguise himself as the martial monk Hengyuan of Qinglong temple?"
Xu Qian was serious and replied, "I want to find out what's under the seal of Sangpo."
The old monk squinted and looked at him silently. The calm and gentle eyes were like body scanners.
In front of the old monk, Xu Qi'an didn't dare to have any inner drama, restrained his divergent thoughts, and said:
"the Sangbo case was investigated by our official. I found that there were many secrets in it. The mountain and River Temple of Yongzhen was built on a large array, and the array was sealed with evil things. After the temple of mountain and river in Yongzhen was blown up and the evil things got out of trouble, I personally went into the water to investigate and found that there were Buddhist inscriptions on the remaining array stone pillars.
"At the beginning, I thought that what was sealed under Sampo was the previous generation of prison. But with the progress of the case and the appearance of Henghui, what was sealed under Sampo was a broken hand.
"It's supposed to have something to do with the Buddhist hand. But neither the prison nor the royal family kept this secret.
"I, Xu Qian, have solved many big cases in Beijing. There are no cases I can't find out. But this question stuck in my throat, which made me sleepless at night for a time
Master duer nodded slowly: "that's why we had the previous trial?"
"Exactly!" Xu Qian Road.
This speech was already thought out when he pretended to be Hengyuan. He disguised himself as a "madman" who was persistent in solving cases, and he was worried about the origin of breaking his hand and the secret behind it.
So after the western regions mission came to Beijing, they came here to test under the guise of Hengyuan.
There was nothing wrong with his trial. All the questions were just about finished. He didn't take the initiative to disclose any information about monk Shenshu. He fully played the role of a sponsor who knew only one of them and didn't know the other.
Master duer said with a smile, "Mr. Xu wants to know the information about evil things?"
Xu Qi'an was very happy and showed his thirst for knowledge appropriately: "is master willing to tell him?"
The skinny old monk said with a smile, "it's all right, but you have to enter my Buddhism and become a disciple of the poor monk."
As soon as Xu Qi'an pulled his face, he shook his head and refused: "I'm practicing martial arts. I can't practice Buddhism any more."
Master duer seemed to have known that there would be such a reply. He said slowly: "you can turn to a martial monk."You can turn to a martial monk... The martial monk and the martial arts master really share the same goal. My guess is right. The martial monk system in Buddhism is prepared for "external disciples".
Xu Qi'an's conjecture has been confirmed.
What's the next level of the eight grade monk?!
"Can you marry and have children?" He asked.
"Although martial monks don't have to obey the precepts, they can't marry and have children. It's not about practice, it's about the rules of Buddhism. " Master duer shook his head:
"like Buddhism, he is a monk, so is the martial monk. If you are a monk, how can you get married? "
Xu Qi'an said with regret: "I am looking forward to Buddhism, but the nine generations of biography in his family, ah... It seems that I have no chance with Buddhism, which is a great regret in my life."
Master Du Er was a little happy. He didn't expect that Xu Qi'an was so friendly to Buddhism.
"Mr. Xu, if you have anything to ask in the future, just come to the post station and ask. I will tell you what I can say. You don't have to pretend to be a Buddhist disciple. "
"I know my mistake."
Du Er nodded and ordered Jingsi to send someone.
When Jingsi sees Xu Qian off and returns to his room, master Du Er says in a deep voice, "call Hengyuan into the room."
"Yes
Jingchen goes out to shout.
After a while, HengYuan, covered with dust, returned with Jingchen. Master duer said with a smile, "Pan Shu calls me martial uncle. If you are his disciple, call me martial uncle."
In fact, there is no relationship between Buddhism in the western regions and Qinglong temple. Before, Jingchen, out of politeness, was commensurate with Xu Qi'an as his brother.
"Shishuzu." Hengyuan hands together.
Master Du Er nodded and asked, "listen to Jingchen, does the silver Gong Xu Qi'an claim to be your friend?"
Hengyuan replied, "yes."
"The previous misunderstandings are all caused by people. Have you ever complained?" Master duer stares at Hengyuan.
"Whatever Lord Xu does, his disciples can be tolerant and understanding." Hengyuan road.
He owes two lives to No. 3 and one to Xu Qian. These are great kindness.
Duer nodded again: "what a man he is."
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Hengyuan frowned and felt something was wrong. From the time he reported his name, the expressions of the two gatekeepers were very strange.
After the communication, there was a seeming hostility.
"Please lead the way!" Hengyuan looks down.
Under the guidance of the gatekeeper, he went through the front yard and the main building and arrived at the backyard.
Under the eaves and in the corridor stood a middle-aged monk. He was dressed in an ascetic robe which was convenient for trekking, with a round face and thick earlobes.
Looking at Hengyuan without expression.
"Green Dragon Temple Hengyuan?" Monk Jingchen has a keen eye on Hengyuan.
"It's the poor monk."
Monk Hengyuan is also examining Jingchen. At this point, he has realized that these fellow disciples from the western regions have seemingly no hostility to himself.
Hengyuan doesn't know what this hostility is. It should know that the two sides had no contact before.
"Monks don't lie!" Still dust and pure voice.
Hearing this sentence, Hengyuan's most intuitive feeling is that he has sounded the alarm bell in his ear. He can't lie and answer honestly.
"It's the poor monk." Hengyuan hands together, calm way.
Monk Jingchen was silent.
He has just used the ability of the disciplinarian to confirm that the monk, who calls himself HengYuan, has not lied, unless the other monk is also a disciplinarian and can modify the commandments on his own.
The question is, if this is HengYuan, who is that just now?
What's his purpose?
Jingchen carefully reviews the conversation and finds out that the other party is here for the seal of Sangbo.
In this case, the nature of the matter is not as simple as pretending to be Hengyuan. It's about the monk. He must be careful.
"Just now that martial monk can also roar at the lion in Buddhism. Even if he is not HengYuan, he must be one of the Buddhists..... Now, even if he is HengYuan, his coming is really just for visiting, no other intention?"
All sorts of thoughts flashed by. Monk Jingchen made a decision immediately. He pointed to Hengyuan and said, "take it!"
Immediately, two monks in blue Nayi came forward and pressed Hengyuan's shoulder.
Bang!
Hengyuan gas machine swing, easy to shake the two monks out.
In the corridor, monk Jingchen pinched the seal with his hands and recited: "the body can't move, the hand can't move, the mouth can't speak."
As the voice falls, the golden ripples like water ripple out of the fingerprints, sweeping Hengyuan gently and firmly.
In a flash, Hengyuan was in a quagmire. In addition to thinking, his body was out of control.
"Bang bang......"
waves of air burst around HengYuan, just like small fireworks.
He's fighting the commandments with brute force, trying to get out of the mud.
Jingchen frowned. The monk, who called himself HengYuan, was stronger than he expected. Can't help but shout: "take it down quickly!"
There were several monks, several mages and Zen masters in the room. The latter two had little fighting power and had to rely on the monks to take people.
But Hengyuan broke through the "commandments" before the monks surrounded him, pulled out the shadow at a very fast speed and rushed to monk Jingchen.
Hengyuan is angry and wants to teach this fellow from the West.
At this time, a figure blocking in front of Jingchen, is wearing a blue Na Yi, pretty young monk Jingsi.
He looked at Hengyuan calmly and clapped his hand.
At the beginning of the palm movement, there was no abnormality, but in the process, a little gold paint flowed from the palm, quickly covered the palm and arm, and then the whole person was like a sculpture of gold paint.
When!
The palm of his hand was just pushed on Hengyuan's chest. The latter seemed to be hit by siege wood and flew out, breaking the wall of the inner courtyard and the wall of the main building.
The soldiers in the post station were scared to death. They hid in the room, shivering and afraid to come out.
The monks just moved in and started to fight with others. In a few days, won't they tear down the post station?
"Cough..."
with a dull cough, monk Hengyuan came out and stared at Jingsi.
Jingchen said faintly: "you should stay in the post station. When martial uncle Du Er comes back, I have something to ask you."
Hengyuan nodded: "good."
At the end of the word "good", he turns into a shadow again and pours fiercely, but the target is not Jingchen, but Jingsi.
Jingsi, whose body surface exudes metallic texture, raises her hand again and pats Hengyuan with one palm. This time, she fails to hit it. Instead, Hengyuan intercepts her arm joints. The big fist connection of casserole keeps hitting her face, making a loud "dangdangdang" sound.
Jingsi, who suffered a blow to his face, hit Hengyuan with a hammer. After more than ten moves, Jingsi was countered again.
Hengyuan grabs his wrist and roars in a low voice. He falls over his shoulder and hits Jingsi on the ground.
Boom!
The green bricks laid in the courtyard were blasted into the sky and the ground cracked.
Hengyuan's knee is at Jingsi's throat. His right fist turns into a shadow and smashes his head.Dangdangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang.
The tiles are falling, the flower beds are exploding, the willows are broken... It's a mess in an instant.
Jingsi has no ability to resist. She can only bear the blow with her face covered.
"Enough!" Jingchen said.
Hengyuan just stopped, shaking his bloody fist and staring at Jingsi coldly: "it's just rough skin and thick flesh."
At this point, the monk's violent temper was finally vented.
Xu Qian has always misunderstood HengYuan, thinking that the other party is a simple and gentle "Lu Zhishen". In fact, Hengyuan is a thug in this simple and honest coat.
People who are not violent can't rush into Pingyuan's mansion at night, kill people and go away.
But in Hengyuan's mind, Mr. Xu is a good man who is ready to give. Such a good man is worthy of being treated gently.
After entering the post station, he was targeted everywhere and came with good intentions. What he encountered was "stick". Don't mention that he was too angry. Under such a situation, the little monk is still acting like a bully, as if he is a local chicken and a local dog. He can fly with one hand.
It turned out to be just a little monk with rough skin and thick flesh.
At the beginning of Shenshi, the sun in the early spring was warm in the West.
Master duer, holding a Zen staff and wearing a golden and red cassock, walked back. He paused at the gate of the post station, then stepped out and came to the inner courtyard.
The inner courtyard was in a mess. The postmen stepped on the ladder to the roof and covered it with tiles. Monks carry sand to tamp the cracked ground.
Among them, the one who worked hard was a big bald stranger. Master duer looked at him and didn't speak.
Master duer was a thin old monk with dark skin and wrinkled face. His thin body was wrapped in a wide cassock, which was a bit funny.
"Martial uncle!"
Monk Jingchen came out of the room and talked in the language of the western regions: "something happened when you entered the palace..."
tell master duer the true and false story of Hengyuan in detail.
"Hengyuan beat Jingsi without fighting back?"
Master duer turned his head and looked at Hengyuan who was working hard.
"Yes," Jingchen nodded, and then added, "but younger martial brother Jingsi is not injured. The Diamond Sutra can't be broken by ordinary people."
There is pride in the tone.
Instead of expressing his position, master duer asked, "when the first Hengyuan talked with you, did he say anything about evil things? For example, he knows the root of the evil things and some information about them. "
Jingchen recalled for a moment and shook his head: "he only said that the seal under the bottom of Sampo had something to do with Buddhism. When he told the story, he said that he had seen the broken hand boarding on his younger martial brother Henghui.
"Martial uncle, this matter can be verified. Just call Hengyuan from outside to question."
But Du Er asked again: "he really didn't reveal any information about evil things to induce you to reveal more inside information?"
Jingchen shook his head: "No."
Master duer said, "well, I know who he is. Now go to the watchman's Yamen and find the organizer Xu Qi'an. I have something to ask him."
......
Xu Qi'an came out of the GouLan, his whole body was light, and his bones were crisp. He enjoyed killing chickens while watching opera and listening to music. This kind of day is really carefree.
In an hour, the girls in GouLan changed batch after batch. They came in with a smile and went out with shaking hands.
"It's a pity that the girls in GouLan's job is selling seafood, not professional massage, and their level is still poor. It's a pity that there are brothels, teaching workshops, departments and hurdles in this era, and there are no foot bath shops and massage shops. "
This point, already scattered value, no need to go to yamen, Xu Qian hired a carriage at the roadside, return to Xu Fu.
"Dalao, you've come back. Someone in the Yamen has been looking for you. They've been waiting in the mansion for a long time, and they've drunk two pots of tea." When the porter saw Dalao coming back, he quickly welcomed him.
The Yamen has something to do with me... Xu Qi'an ponders a little and guesses that the Western Buddhists are looking for him.
Entering the reception hall, I saw an official in black sitting on a chair drinking tea and looking out frequently.
"Oh, Lord Xu, you are back."
Zhang wangzhong saw Xu Qian's figure for countless times. The official in black was overjoyed and said, "if you don't come back again, after curfew, I can only stay in your house."
"What's the matter?" Xu Qian goes straight to the theme.
"Not long ago, a Buddhist monk came to the Yamen to see you. He didn't find you, so he went to see Duke Wei. Duke Wei sent me to wait for you in the mansion. " Said the official in black.
It's just a monk. Can Wei Yuan be treated so seriously? He's a westerner. When can I stand up? I'm so angry.
Xu Qian said without expression: "I know. I'll see you later."The official in black was relieved and planned to leave. Suddenly he thought of something and said with a smile, "Duke Wei is very angry when he heard that you have been wandering around recently, not waiting to be sent in the Yamen or patrolling the streets. He said that your salary for three months is gone."
Well, Dad, I have something to discuss! Xu Qi'an's face froze.
Seeing off the official in black, Xu Qi'an remembered that her little mare had been left in the watchman's Yamen, and ordered her men to lead Xu Erlang's mount.
There are three horses in Xu's house. They are Xu Pingzhi's, Xu Dalang's and Erlang's horses. A carriage is specially used for women's family members when they travel.
When Xu Xinnian heard that the elder brother had come back, he quickly came out of his study and said anxiously, "elder brother, after you left today, those two people who are interested in testing have come again."
"What?" Xu Qian didn't respond for a moment.
"A green shirt swordsman, a monk who is more like a butcher. They came uninvited to say congratulations. Dad said that the visitors were guests, so he invited them to the house to have wine. "
Xu Xinnian frowned and said, "I always feel that they look at me strangely."
Xu Qi'an remembered that when he saw Hengyuan in the afternoon, he seemed to have said that he had just come out of Xu's house after drinking.
"Erlang, don't care about these nobody. You are Huiyuan now. Your eyes are in the higher sky." Xu Qi'an didn't know how to comfort his little brother, so he patted him on the shoulder:
"I'll use your mount and give it back to you tomorrow."
Just at this time, the servant brought the horse from the back door. Hou was outside the gate, and Xu Qi'an immediately left.
When he came to Sanyang post station again, the setting sun was already hanging in the west, and the evening sun was magnificent golden red.
"You......"
the two monks who guarded the door knew that they had been cheated and stared at Xu Qi'an with a bad look.
"I'm Xu Qi'an, the organizer of the Sampo case. Master duer called me to lead the way." Xu Qian passed the reins with a smile.
The two monks at the gate took a deep breath to control their anger. One took the reins and the other made a "please" gesture.
As the guard monk entered the post station, he came to the inner courtyard.
It seems that I've just had a fight here..... Hengyuan also works here..... I'll be a good man in the future.
He bowed his head and did not go to see Hengyuan monk. Under the guidance of the guard monk, he entered a room.
There are three monks in the room. The one sitting in the middle is a dark old monk with wrinkled face. His thin body can't support his loose cassock. At first glance, it looks funny.
On the left and right are Jingchen and Jingsi.
Jingchen stares at Xu Qi'an with a bad look.
"Master duer!" Xu Qian put his hands together and gave a salute.
The old monk returned the salute and said gently, "why did Mr. Xu disguise himself as the martial monk Hengyuan of Qinglong temple?"
Xu Qian was serious and replied, "I want to find out what's under the seal of Sangpo."
The old monk squinted and looked at him silently. The calm and gentle eyes were like body scanners.
In front of the old monk, Xu Qi'an didn't dare to have any inner drama, restrained his divergent thoughts, and said:
"the Sangbo case was investigated by our official. I found that there were many secrets in it. The mountain and River Temple of Yongzhen was built on a large array, and the array was sealed with evil things. After the temple of mountain and river in Yongzhen was blown up and the evil things got out of trouble, I personally went into the water to investigate and found that there were Buddhist inscriptions on the remaining array stone pillars.
"At the beginning, I thought that what was sealed under Sampo was the previous generation of prison. But with the progress of the case and the appearance of Henghui, what was sealed under Sampo was a broken hand.
"It's supposed to have something to do with the Buddhist hand. But neither the prison nor the royal family kept this secret.
"I, Xu Qian, have solved many big cases in Beijing. There are no cases I can't find out. But this question stuck in my throat, which made me sleepless at night for a time
Master duer nodded slowly: "that's why we had the previous trial?"
"Exactly!" Xu Qian Road.
This speech was already thought out when he pretended to be Hengyuan. He disguised himself as a "madman" who was persistent in solving cases, and he was worried about the origin of breaking his hand and the secret behind it.
So after the western regions mission came to Beijing, they came here to test under the guise of Hengyuan.
There was nothing wrong with his trial. All the questions were just about finished. He didn't take the initiative to disclose any information about monk Shenshu. He fully played the role of a sponsor who knew only one of them and didn't know the other.
Master duer said with a smile, "Mr. Xu wants to know the information about evil things?"
Xu Qi'an was very happy and showed his thirst for knowledge appropriately: "is master willing to tell him?"
The skinny old monk said with a smile, "it's all right, but you have to enter my Buddhism and become a disciple of the poor monk."
As soon as Xu Qi'an pulled his face, he shook his head and refused: "I'm practicing martial arts. I can't practice Buddhism any more."
Master duer seemed to have known that there would be such a reply. He said slowly: "you can turn to a martial monk."You can turn to a martial monk... The martial monk and the martial arts master really share the same goal. My guess is right. The martial monk system in Buddhism is prepared for "external disciples".
Xu Qi'an's conjecture has been confirmed.
What's the next level of the eight grade monk?!
"Can you marry and have children?" He asked.
"Although martial monks don't have to obey the precepts, they can't marry and have children. It's not about practice, it's about the rules of Buddhism. " Master duer shook his head:
"like Buddhism, he is a monk, so is the martial monk. If you are a monk, how can you get married? "
Xu Qi'an said with regret: "I am looking forward to Buddhism, but the nine generations of biography in his family, ah... It seems that I have no chance with Buddhism, which is a great regret in my life."
Master Du Er was a little happy. He didn't expect that Xu Qi'an was so friendly to Buddhism.
"Mr. Xu, if you have anything to ask in the future, just come to the post station and ask. I will tell you what I can say. You don't have to pretend to be a Buddhist disciple. "
"I know my mistake."
Du Er nodded and ordered Jingsi to send someone.
When Jingsi sees Xu Qian off and returns to his room, master Du Er says in a deep voice, "call Hengyuan into the room."
"Yes
Jingchen goes out to shout.
After a while, HengYuan, covered with dust, returned with Jingchen. Master duer said with a smile, "Pan Shu calls me martial uncle. If you are his disciple, call me martial uncle."
In fact, there is no relationship between Buddhism in the western regions and Qinglong temple. Before, Jingchen, out of politeness, was commensurate with Xu Qi'an as his brother.
"Shishuzu." Hengyuan hands together.
Master Du Er nodded and asked, "listen to Jingchen, does the silver Gong Xu Qi'an claim to be your friend?"
Hengyuan replied, "yes."
"The previous misunderstandings are all caused by people. Have you ever complained?" Master duer stares at Hengyuan.
"Whatever Lord Xu does, his disciples can be tolerant and understanding." Hengyuan road.
He owes two lives to No. 3 and one to Xu Qian. These are great kindness.
Duer nodded again: "what a man he is."
PS: change first and then change. It seems that there are ten thousand words today.
Hengyuan frowned and felt something was wrong. From the time he reported his name, the expressions of the two gatekeepers were very strange. After the communication, there was a seeming hostility. "Please lead the way!" Hengyuan looks down. Under the guidance of the gatekeeper, he went through the front yard and the main building and arrived at the backyard. Under the eaves and in the corridor stood a middle-aged monk. He was dressed in an ascetic robe which was convenient for trekking, with a round face and thick earlobes. Looking at Hengyuan without expression. "Green Dragon Temple Hengyuan?" Monk Jingchen has a keen eye on Hengyuan. "It's the poor monk." Monk Hengyuan is also examining Jingchen. At this point, he has realized that these fellow disciples from the western regions have seemingly no hostility to himself. Hengyuan doesn't know what this hostility is. It should know that the two sides had no contact before. "Monks don't lie!" Still dust and pure voice. Hearing this sentence, Hengyuan's most intuitive feeling is that he has sounded the alarm bell in his ear. He can't lie and answer honestly. "It's the poor monk." Hengyuan hands together, calm way. Monk Jingchen was silent. He has just used the ability of the disciplinarian to confirm that the monk, who calls himself HengYuan, has not lied, unless the other monk is also a disciplinarian and can modify the commandments on his own. The question is, if this is HengYuan, who is that just now? What's his purpose? Jingchen carefully reviews the conversation and finds out that the other party is here for the seal of Sangbo. In this case, the nature of the matter is not as simple as pretending to be Hengyuan. It's about the monk. He must be careful. "Just now that martial monk can also roar at the lion in Buddhism. Even if he is not HengYuan, he must be one of the Buddhists..... Now, even if he is HengYuan, his coming is really just for visiting, no other intention?" All sorts of thoughts flashed by. Monk Jingchen made a decision immediately. He pointed to Hengyuan and said, "take it!" Immediately, two monks in blue Nayi came forward and pressed Hengyuan's shoulder. Bang! Hengyuan gas machine swing, easy to shake the two monks out. In the corridor, monk Jingchen pinched the seal with his hands and recited: "the body can't move, the hand can't move, the mouth can't speak." As the voice falls, the golden ripples like water ripple out of the fingerprints, sweeping Hengyuan gently and firmly. In a flash, Hengyuan was in a quagmire. In addition to thinking, his body was out of control. "Bang bang......" waves of air burst around HengYuan, just like small fireworks. He's fighting the commandments with brute force, trying to get out of the mud. Jingchen frowned. The monk, who called himself HengYuan, was stronger than he expected. Can't help but shout: "take it down quickly!" There were several monks, several mages and Zen masters in the room. The latter two had little fighting power and had to rely on the monks to take people. But Hengyuan broke through the "commandments" before the monks surrounded him, pulled out the shadow at a very fast speed and rushed to monk Jingchen. Hengyuan is angry and wants to teach this fellow from the West. At this time, a figure blocking in front of Jingchen, is wearing a blue Na Yi, pretty young monk Jingsi. He looked at Hengyuan calmly and clapped his hand. At the beginning of the palm movement, there was no abnormality, but in the process, a little gold paint flowed from the palm, quickly covered the palm and arm, and then the whole person was like a sculpture of gold paint. When! The palm of his hand was just pushed on Hengyuan's chest. The latter seemed to be hit by siege wood and flew out, breaking the wall of the inner courtyard and the wall of the main building. The soldiers in the post station were scared to death. They hid in the room, shivering and afraid to come out. The monks just moved in and started to fight with others. In a few days, won't they tear down the post station? "Cough..." with a dull cough, monk Hengyuan came out and stared at Jingsi. Jingchen said faintly: "you should stay in the post station. When martial uncle Du Er comes back, I have something to ask you." Hengyuan nodded: "good." At the end of the word "good", he turns into a shadow again and pours fiercely, but the target is not Jingchen, but Jingsi. Jingsi, whose body surface exudes metallic texture, raises her hand again and pats Hengyuan with one palm. This time, she fails to hit it. Instead, Hengyuan intercepts her arm joints. The big fist connection of casserole keeps hitting her face, making a loud "dangdangdang" sound. Jingsi, who suffered a blow to his face, hit Hengyuan with a hammer. After more than ten moves, Jingsi was countered again. Hengyuan grabs his wrist and roars in a low voice. He falls over his shoulder and hits Jingsi on the ground. Boom! The green bricks laid in the courtyard were blasted into the sky and the ground cracked. Hengyuan's knee is at Jingsi's throat. His right fist turns into a shadow and smashes his head.Dangdangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang. The tiles are falling, the flower beds are exploding, the willows are broken... It's a mess in an instant. Jingsi has no ability to resist. She can only bear the blow with her face covered. "Enough!" Jingchen said. Hengyuan just stopped, shaking his bloody fist and staring at Jingsi coldly: "it's just rough skin and thick flesh." At this point, the monk's violent temper was finally vented. Xu Qian has always misunderstood HengYuan, thinking that the other party is a simple and gentle "Lu Zhishen". In fact, Hengyuan is a thug in this simple and honest coat. People who are not violent can't rush into Pingyuan's mansion at night, kill people and go away. But in Hengyuan's mind, Mr. Xu is a good man who is ready to give. Such a good man is worthy of being treated gently. After entering the post station, he was targeted everywhere and came with good intentions. What he encountered was "stick". Don't mention that he was too angry. Under such a situation, the little monk is still acting like a bully, as if he is a local chicken and a local dog. He can fly with one hand. It turned out to be just a little monk with rough skin and thick flesh. At the beginning of Shenshi, the sun in the early spring was warm in the West. Master duer, holding a Zen staff and wearing a golden and red cassock, walked back. He paused at the gate of the post station, then stepped out and came to the inner courtyard. The inner courtyard was in a mess. The postmen stepped on the ladder to the roof and covered it with tiles. Monks carry sand to tamp the cracked ground. Among them, the one who worked hard was a big bald stranger. Master duer looked at him and didn't speak. Master duer was a thin old monk with dark skin and wrinkled face. His thin body was wrapped in a wide cassock, which was a bit funny. "Martial uncle!" Monk Jingchen came out of the room and talked in the language of the western regions: "something happened when you entered the palace..." tell master duer the true and false story of Hengyuan in detail. "Hengyuan beat Jingsi without fighting back?" Master duer turned his head and looked at Hengyuan who was working hard. "Yes," Jingchen nodded, and then added, "but younger martial brother Jingsi is not injured. The Diamond Sutra can't be broken by ordinary people." There is pride in the tone. Instead of expressing his position, master duer asked, "when the first Hengyuan talked with you, did he say anything about evil things? For example, he knows the root of the evil things and some information about them. " Jingchen recalled for a moment and shook his head: "he only said that the seal under the bottom of Sampo had something to do with Buddhism. When he told the story, he said that he had seen the broken hand boarding on his younger martial brother Henghui. "Martial uncle, this matter can be verified. Just call Hengyuan from outside to question." But Du Er asked again: "he really didn't reveal any information about evil things to induce you to reveal more inside information?" Jingchen shook his head: "No." Master duer said, "well, I know who he is. Now go to the watchman's Yamen and find the organizer Xu Qi'an. I have something to ask him." ...... Xu Qi'an came out of the GouLan, his whole body was light, and his bones were crisp. He enjoyed killing chickens while watching opera and listening to music. This kind of day is really carefree. In an hour, the girls in GouLan changed batch after batch. They came in with a smile and went out with shaking hands. "It's a pity that the girls in GouLan's job is selling seafood, not professional massage, and their level is still poor. It's a pity that there are brothels, teaching workshops, departments and hurdles in this era, and there are no foot bath shops and massage shops. " This point, already scattered value, no need to go to yamen, Xu Qian hired a carriage at the roadside, return to Xu Fu. "Dalao, you've come back. Someone in the Yamen has been looking for you. They've been waiting in the mansion for a long time, and they've drunk two pots of tea." When the porter saw Dalao coming back, he quickly welcomed him. The Yamen has something to do with me... Xu Qi'an ponders a little and guesses that the Western Buddhists are looking for him. Entering the reception hall, I saw an official in black sitting on a chair drinking tea and looking out frequently. "Oh, Lord Xu, you are back." Zhang wangzhong saw Xu Qian's figure for countless times. The official in black was overjoyed and said, "if you don't come back again, after curfew, I can only stay in your house." "What's the matter?" Xu Qian goes straight to the theme. "Not long ago, a Buddhist monk came to the Yamen to see you. He didn't find you, so he went to see Duke Wei. Duke Wei sent me to wait for you in the mansion. " Said the official in black. It's just a monk. Can Wei Yuan be treated so seriously? He's a westerner. When can I stand up? I'm so angry. Xu Qian said without expression: "I know. I'll see you later."The official in black was relieved and planned to leave. Suddenly he thought of something and said with a smile, "Duke Wei is very angry when he heard that you have been wandering around recently, not waiting to be sent in the Yamen or patrolling the streets. He said that your salary for three months is gone." Well, Dad, I have something to discuss! Xu Qi'an's face froze. Seeing off the official in black, Xu Qi'an remembered that her little mare had been left in the watchman's Yamen, and ordered her men to lead Xu Erlang's mount. There are three horses in Xu's house. They are Xu Pingzhi's, Xu Dalang's and Erlang's horses. A carriage is specially used for women's family members when they travel. When Xu Xinnian heard that the elder brother had come back, he quickly came out of his study and said anxiously, "elder brother, after you left today, those two people who are interested in testing have come again." "What?" Xu Qian didn't respond for a moment. "A green shirt swordsman, a monk who is more like a butcher. They came uninvited to say congratulations. Dad said that the visitors were guests, so he invited them to the house to have wine. " Xu Xinnian frowned and said, "I always feel that they look at me strangely." Xu Qi'an remembered that when he saw Hengyuan in the afternoon, he seemed to have said that he had just come out of Xu's house after drinking. "Erlang, don't care about these nobody. You are Huiyuan now. Your eyes are in the higher sky." Xu Qi'an didn't know how to comfort his little brother, so he patted him on the shoulder: "I'll use your mount and give it back to you tomorrow." Just at this time, the servant brought the horse from the back door. Hou was outside the gate, and Xu Qi'an immediately left. When he came to Sanyang post station again, the setting sun was already hanging in the west, and the evening sun was magnificent golden red. "You......" the two monks who guarded the door knew that they had been cheated and stared at Xu Qi'an with a bad look. "I'm Xu Qi'an, the organizer of the Sampo case. Master duer called me to lead the way." Xu Qian passed the reins with a smile. The two monks at the gate took a deep breath to control their anger. One took the reins and the other made a "please" gesture. As the guard monk entered the post station, he came to the inner courtyard. It seems that I've just had a fight here..... Hengyuan also works here..... I'll be a good man in the future. He bowed his head and did not go to see Hengyuan monk. Under the guidance of the guard monk, he entered a room. There are three monks in the room. The one sitting in the middle is a dark old monk with wrinkled face. His thin body can't support his loose cassock. At first glance, it looks funny. On the left and right are Jingchen and Jingsi. Jingchen stares at Xu Qi'an with a bad look. "Master duer!" Xu Qian put his hands together and gave a salute. The old monk returned the salute and said gently, "why did Mr. Xu disguise himself as the martial monk Hengyuan of Qinglong temple?" Xu Qian was serious and replied, "I want to find out what's under the seal of Sangpo." The old monk squinted and looked at him silently. The calm and gentle eyes were like body scanners. In front of the old monk, Xu Qi'an didn't dare to have any inner drama, restrained his divergent thoughts, and said: "the Sangbo case was investigated by our official. I found that there were many secrets in it. The mountain and River Temple of Yongzhen was built on a large array, and the array was sealed with evil things. After the temple of mountain and river in Yongzhen was blown up and the evil things got out of trouble, I personally went into the water to investigate and found that there were Buddhist inscriptions on the remaining array stone pillars. "At the beginning, I thought that what was sealed under Sampo was the previous generation of prison. But with the progress of the case and the appearance of Henghui, what was sealed under Sampo was a broken hand. "It's supposed to have something to do with the Buddhist hand. But neither the prison nor the royal family kept this secret. "I, Xu Qian, have solved many big cases in Beijing. There are no cases I can't find out. But this question stuck in my throat, which made me sleepless at night for a time Master duer nodded slowly: "that's why we had the previous trial?" "Exactly!" Xu Qian Road. This speech was already thought out when he pretended to be Hengyuan. He disguised himself as a "madman" who was persistent in solving cases, and he was worried about the origin of breaking his hand and the secret behind it. So after the western regions mission came to Beijing, they came here to test under the guise of Hengyuan. There was nothing wrong with his trial. All the questions were just about finished. He didn't take the initiative to disclose any information about monk Shenshu. He fully played the role of a sponsor who knew only one of them and didn't know the other. Master duer said with a smile, "Mr. Xu wants to know the information about evil things?" Xu Qi'an was very happy and showed his thirst for knowledge appropriately: "is master willing to tell him?" The skinny old monk said with a smile, "it's all right, but you have to enter my Buddhism and become a disciple of the poor monk." As soon as Xu Qi'an pulled his face, he shook his head and refused: "I'm practicing martial arts. I can't practice Buddhism any more." Master duer seemed to have known that there would be such a reply. He said slowly: "you can turn to a martial monk."You can turn to a martial monk... The martial monk and the martial arts master really share the same goal. My guess is right. The martial monk system in Buddhism is prepared for "external disciples". Xu Qi'an's conjecture has been confirmed. What's the next level of the eight grade monk?! "Can you marry and have children?" He asked. "Although martial monks don't have to obey the precepts, they can't marry and have children. It's not about practice, it's about the rules of Buddhism. " Master duer shook his head: "like Buddhism, he is a monk, so is the martial monk. If you are a monk, how can you get married? " Xu Qi'an said with regret: "I am looking forward to Buddhism, but the nine generations of biography in his family, ah... It seems that I have no chance with Buddhism, which is a great regret in my life." Master Du Er was a little happy. He didn't expect that Xu Qi'an was so friendly to Buddhism. "Mr. Xu, if you have anything to ask in the future, just come to the post station and ask. I will tell you what I can say. You don't have to pretend to be a Buddhist disciple. " "I know my mistake." Du Er nodded and ordered Jingsi to send someone. When Jingsi sees Xu Qian off and returns to his room, master Du Er says in a deep voice, "call Hengyuan into the room." "Yes Jingchen goes out to shout. After a while, HengYuan, covered with dust, returned with Jingchen. Master duer said with a smile, "Pan Shu calls me martial uncle. If you are his disciple, call me martial uncle." In fact, there is no relationship between Buddhism in the western regions and Qinglong temple. Before, Jingchen, out of politeness, was commensurate with Xu Qi'an as his brother. "Shishuzu." Hengyuan hands together. Master Du Er nodded and asked, "listen to Jingchen, does the silver Gong Xu Qi'an claim to be your friend?" Hengyuan replied, "yes." "The previous misunderstandings are all caused by people. Have you ever complained?" Master duer stares at Hengyuan. "Whatever Lord Xu does, his disciples can be tolerant and understanding." Hengyuan road. He owes two lives to No. 3 and one to Xu Qian. These are great kindness. Duer nodded again: "what a man he is." PS: change first and then change. It seems that there are ten thousand words today.
