"Continue to pursue the investigation, dig three feet into the ground to find it, find the person alive, and find the corpse after death!"

"But our deal has ended, you have to fulfill your contract!"

"Hmph! Don't think that I don't know the good things your people did in Guanshan Fort in the past few years!"

In Tianjiao Mansion, Tie Zhan was quarreling with his envoys.

Tie Zhan sat down on the tatami, pointed at the commander's nose and cursed: "Don't think that I'm afraid of you just because you've put on a mysterious cloak. I already wrote it when I signed the paper with you, I want to see you alive.

A person must see his body after death, otherwise this escort trip will be regarded as a unilateral breach of contract!"

"Haha, Mr. Tie has a really good memory. Do you remember that you personally admitted that if the bodyguard was dead without a body, it can be concluded that the escort was completed based on the irrefutable evidence afterwards." The commander took something out of his arms and smiled sinisterly at the corner of his mouth.

: "People's hearts are not the same as before! People today really say one thing, but do something else!"

Seeing the envoy opening the object in his hand, Tie Zhan instantly said happily: "Roc Golden Seal?"

The incident goes back to two months ago when Luo Sang Gang passed away.

The whole village was filled with crows, and in order to keep it quiet, Ma Jun hurriedly stored Luo Sang's body in a cave in Maiji Mountain.

Then he hurried down the mountain and took out the gold seal from the thatched house.

The thing that I had always wanted to get now felt extremely heavy when I looked at it. Power, such an attractive thing, turned out to be different after getting it. This kind of cost made Ma Jun begin to understand Luo Sang.

I remembered that when I came to the tribe, Luo Sang was in the hall, wearing a brown robe and black beard, holding an eagle-winged silver staff, looking majestic.

Unexpectedly, at the end of the day, he was like an ordinary old man who had worked hard all his life and refused to rest in peace.

It has been half a month since I came here, and I could only hear crows occasionally. The thousands of soldiers and horses led by them gradually became selfish. After a few days, they became much quieter.

The glory of the tribe yesterday was long gone. Occasionally, some of his subordinates picked up two sheep from the mountain and settled in the village. On the surface, they paid him the highest courtesy of the tribe when they met Ma Jun, but in his heart, Ma Jun could also see the selfishness of the tribe.

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Ma Jun only felt lonely. He didn't even have anyone to talk to sincerely. In addition to constant flattery, occasionally some thoughtful subordinates brought some rough food. Although he held the gold seal, he became a ruined master.

He began to miss the days in the tribe. The worries and confusions at that time were far less than the unbearable ones today. Dongqing, Xiucai, Jingqian, Songren, Kexin, how are you doing? When can we meet again and fight back!

When I was melancholy by the manger outside the door, my cowboy came to report with a happy face.

"Big boss, my second brother and I met Ma Junsi when we went to the market in the city in the morning. We brought him back and he is in my room!"

Ma Jun immediately bloomed first, threw the last handful of fodder he held into the manger, clapped his hands and said: "In the future, we don't need to be called big boss anymore. We are just old friends in the world. Let's go, take me to see you!"

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Jing Qian was sitting upright on the stone in front of the door. He saw the horse army from a distance and went to greet him.

"Growing a beard?"

"Isn't it the same for you!"

Jing Gan scratched his head, suddenly remembered something and asked: "Where is the big boss?"

Ma Jun suddenly changed color and remained silent.

"Leaving?"

Ma Jun nodded, turned his head and pointed to the mountain.

For so many days, the hope that kept Jinggan alive was that as long as Luo Sang was alive, he would be able to see another glory again, but...

Jing Gan closed his eyes and raised his head, two tears fell from the corners of his eyes, licked his lips, and immediately knelt down on one knee: "Congratulations to Chief Ma!"

Perhaps only he himself understood what Jingqian was feeling at this moment. He hated the sky, his father, and his unfair fate, but it was hard for him to think about it anymore.

As soon as he knelt down, Ma Jun suddenly understood the weight and price of shouldering the mission. Jingqian was a smart man, but others didn't know what to think. If he wanted to make a comeback, he no longer relied on a gold seal that had lost its meaning, but on a reputation. !

"I wonder if it's too late to tell you something?" Jing Qian said after standing up.

"Say it."

Jing Qian saw that Ma Jun's eyes were no longer the same as before, and shook his head: "Ma Da, you have an epiphany!"

Ma Jun smiled bitterly and said: "This golden seal is like a hot potato now. There is nothing left. It makes me sleepless and foodless!"

"When passing by here, I met an eminent monk from a large Buddhist temple who is practicing outside Tianshui City. Maybe he can solve the confusion!"

Ma Jun was feeling confused, so he followed Jing Gan to a small temple outside Tianshui City.

The mountain does not look like a tribal mountain that is flat and dry. Instead, it looks full of aura and resembles the steep cloud peaks of the south of the Yangtze River.

By the stream at the foot of the mountain, a young monk was talking to the wooden bowl in his hand, enjoying himself as he walked up the mountain.

"Little monk, what kind of mountain is this?"

Seeing the two men wearing rags of linen, the young monk thought they were refugees who came to the mountain to pray for blessings and receive enlightenment, so he replied: "The name of the mountain here is unknown, but my master gave it a name, Siliang Mountain!" "

"Is your master a master of wisdom?"

The young monk touched his head. How did they know the master's name? He said earnestly: "Master is Master Huizhi. The Zen monastery on the top of the mountain is where master practices. The donor has been there?"

Jinggan smiled and replied: "I have never been there, but I have met the master before. He saw my confusion, so I came up the mountain today to express my gratitude for the visit."

When the young monk heard this, he immediately became happy, clasped his hands and said, "Two donors, please let me come!"

After walking for nearly a quarter of an hour, a huge boulder in front of the mountain blocked the way.

I saw the young monk walking in from beside the stone and calling out from inside: "Two donors, follow me!"

When I walked to the boulder, I discovered that there was a secret passage next to it. The entrance of the passage was covered by green vines, which looked like a boulder.

The two looked at each other and smiled, then followed the little monk into the secret passage while stroking the backs of their heads.

The secret passage leads directly to the top of the mountain. Only one person can pass up and down. When you look up, you can only see a sliver of sky.

There are sharp stone steps on the steep road, which seem to be a ladder hanging from the sky.

The two of them followed the young monk up one behind the other.

When we reached the top of the mountain, a gust of breeze blew on our face, which immediately relieved us of the fatigue on the narrow path.

A medium-sized Zen courtyard suddenly appeared in front of me, and he wrote: Wuliang Zen Temple.

The two followed the young monk in. There were six piles of dead firewood neatly placed in the courtyard. Ma Jun was immediately puzzled. There were all dead branches along the way. Why didn't the master pick them? Could it be that the eminent monk was so valuable? Just follow some habits that seem strange to ordinary people?

After entering the courtyard, Ma Jun paid a visit and asked: "Master lives a poor life. The dry firewood in the courtyard is far inferior to the thick ones on the mountain. Why doesn't Master take it?"

"The truth can only be sought after the death of a living person. When a living thing dries up, its roots should be preserved. If you cut it off casually, wouldn't it mean that the living thing will become dead?"

Huizhi was not angry and said calmly.

The world has been in chaos, and what is rare is a sense of indifference and non-distraction.

Ma Jun's cheeks suddenly turned red and he asked: "Master, things are different and people are different, but I have always had concerns. I hope Master can resolve it!"

After Huizhi smiled, he picked up a pile of firewood and tied it on a thin withered vine under the eaves. Both of them were puzzled as to why the master was just laughing. When they were about to ask, the vine immediately broke and the firewood was tied up.

Throw them all on the ground.

The master put his hands together and said: "If you are carrying too much weight, you should put it down at the right time, so that you can solve the confusion in your heart. All living beings are equal, and only a thin vine can understand it. Can the donor understand it?"
Chapter completed!