One hundred and eighty-four chapters get what they want [two chapters in one]
The tall, fat monk's expression froze. He put on a smile on his face, but quietly put his hands behind his back and made a secret seal.
Xie Fanjing blinked in confusion, raised his little head and looked at Xu Yan, as if he had seen through his little movements.
The two looked at each other for a while, and finally Xu Yan couldn't help himself and broke the silence.
"Little benefactor." Xu Yan sneered: "We at Fengshan Temple are all serious monks. We strictly abide by the rules and precepts, eat fasting and chant Buddha's name. The poor monks will not hear about any white magic or white magic."
"But he is at Fengshan Temple." The little girl said stubbornly: "He told me personally."
Damn it, I still have too little experience in the arena...
Xu Yan lamented in his heart and kept complaining.
Obviously when he went out, he was warned to pretend to be a Taoist priest and throw all the dirty water on those bullshit.
Why, are you still being visited by your enemies?
Being recognized as a monk is fine, but why are you so stupid as to reveal all your old places?
Doesn’t this indicate that everyone should be served in one pot?
The corners of the tall fat monk's mouth twitched fiercely, feeling a little worried inside.
At present, the master with the highest cultivation level in Fengshan has gone to the South China Sea to look for opportunities to break through. However, Xu Ze, whose cultivation level is only higher than his own, quietly went down the mountain after his master left the South China Sea.
The crazy monk heard about the changes in the border troops of the two countries, and war between Beiwei and Dazheng was imminent.
So, Xu Ze quietly went down the mountain late one night, when his master was far away and no one in the temple could control him.
Xu Yan was almost crazy with anger. He led his brothers from Fengshan Temple up and down and searched all around Fengshan, but they still couldn't catch him.
It was later learned that Xu Ze fled all the way to the Zhengwei border and went to seek refuge with the Grand Governor who was born in the Vajra Temple.
This time, even the Julong Guards of Zheng State were stationed at the border under the command of the Grand Governor, far away from the many humans and demons of the Northern Guards.
Therefore, with the sneaking away of Xu Ze, the huge Fengshan Temple is one of the largest temples in the entire Zhongli County.
There is only one Yang Fu cultivator, Xu Yan.
I can't stand the occasion at all.
Seeing someone looking for trouble, Xu Yan couldn't help but feel guilty.
Xu Yan sighed and frowned in distress.
Young people really don’t have long memories, have hairless mouths, and can’t do things well!
The tall and fat monk quietly took a look at the little girl. The porcelain doll in front of him stood in the snow, looking like a jade carving, with fine eyebrows like a painting.
What kind of hatred did the junior brother and her have?
The tall, fat monk's mind raced for a while, but he still couldn't figure it out.
Could it be...
As soon as an idea came into the mind of the tall and fat monk, he shook his head and gave up the idea.
Are you kidding me? How old is this little girl in front of me?
My junior brother won’t be such a beast, right...
The tall, fat monk raised his bald head and smiled kindly at Xie Fanjing. Just when he was about to speak, there was a frantic sound on the mountain, like a group of mad dogs coming out of the gate.
Coming!
Xu Yan felt happy, he tapped his toes, and his body suddenly retreated several feet.
"Join the Vajra Demon Subduing Formation!"
In mid-air, the tall, fat monk's voice was like a loud bell, and his breath was like thunder.
There is no greeting card or invitation. If you come to Fengshan like this, there is no other way except to ruin the place.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, let’s calm down first!
"King Kong Demon-Conquering Array!"
After Xu Yan exhaled and made a sound, dozens of low and low sounds were heard behind him.
A circle of faint golden light turned slightly, then spread out and enveloped the vast snowy land.
Xie Fanjing's pupils shrank. She was like a frightened cat. Just when she was about to jump away from a distance, the circle of golden light had already firmly trapped her.
Hundreds and thousands of golden lotuses swayed. Surrounded by the lotus flowers, a mighty Vajra figure holding a demon-conquering pestle and stepping on a fish drum was aligned with Xuyan's figure, erupting with a loud sound of thunder.
"Fuck your mother, step on my feet!"
When Xu Yan was satisfied with his ambition, the mighty Vajra image swayed slightly, and shouts and curses came from the corner of the array.
"Fuck your mother!" Not to be outdone, the person who was scolded also scolded him.
Seeing the golden light swaying more and more, Xu Yan's face turned dark.
He cursed for a long time, and then managed to calm down the group of thieves. When he turned around, he found Xie Fanjing staring at him with a strange expression on his face, and his eyes were filled with amazement.
The tall, fat monk blushed. He cleared his throat and spoke slowly:
"Little donor, there is no one named Bai Shu in the temple. This must be a huge misunderstanding."
"How can we trespass into the pure holy land of Buddhism?" Xu Yan chuckled: "Little benefactor, please retreat. Monks are compassionate and will not hold you accountable."
"I..." Xie Fanjing opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Xu Yan in an instant.
"The one named Bai Shu must be a Taoist priest." Xu Yan pointed out:
"Not far from Fengshan, on Dry Leaf Mountain, there is a Taoist temple called Dayuan Sect. The Taoist priests there do all kinds of evil, and they are very proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling."
The fat monk smiled slightly and said kindly: "The Bai Shu that the little donor mentioned must be a bad Taoist priest from the Dayuan Sect.
Does he do many illegal things? If so, I, the monks at Fengshan Temple, will definitely help the little benefactor to vent his bad breath!"
"I..." Xie Fanjing was about to say something when there was a burst of footsteps behind her.
The sound was neither slow nor urgent, as if the distance of each step had been carefully measured with a ruler.
Xu Yan's expression suddenly solidified. Following the tall fat monk's thoughts and movements, surrounded by hundreds of lotus flowers, the mighty Vajra Phase opened his eyes holding a magic pestle and a fish drum.
The Vajra phase is covered with a layer of golden clouds, and its surface is bright and shining, just like the real Valkyrie Vajra descending from the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.
Among the countless formations, the one that the monks of Fengshan Temple are most familiar with is the Vajra Fu Magic Formation.
Not only Fengshan Temple, but also all the three hundred Zen monasteries affiliated to Konggang Temple are familiar with this formation.
Following the secret power of Xu Yan, all the monks of Fengshan Temple also understood and poured all their true energy into the formation holes.
Although I don’t know who the little girl is, there is nothing wrong with being more vigilant at this time.
As everyone focused on it, in their field of vision, from the white snow, a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian shirt was walking over step by step, holding a jade book.
His steps were neither hurry nor slow, and the distance of each step was exactly the same.
The scene of the man in Confucian shirt walking in the snow inexplicably reminded Xu Yan of the story in his childhood storybook.
At that time, no writing was born, and each other's languages were incomprehensible, transactions were still barter, the dawn of civilization was far away, and everything was still in the chaos of ignorance.
At the right time, a god sowed the seeds of building trees from the clouds, waiting for them to anchor the void between the two realms.
Then a saint came to the world
He measured the earth step by step, sowing fire in the chaos and ignorance. From then on, he established rituals and laws and established systems.
The man in Confucian robes raised his head, slowly stretched out his hand, and the golden light that covered half of Fengshan suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Under Xu Yan's astonished gaze, his mind suddenly stopped, and Xu Yan and their exclamations also came from below.
Hundreds and thousands of lotus flowers suddenly withered. Before the mighty Vajra image, holding a demon-conquering pestle and stepping on a fish drum, could explode with loud thunder, the protective flames on the body of Mighty Vajra peeled off one after another.
Like mottled ancient murals.
In the blink of an eye, a formation formed by a Yang Fu Second Realm and dozens of orifice refining monks could be eliminated with just one finger.
The expected backlash from the formation did not come. Xu Yan opened his eyes wide. The middle-aged man in a scholar's shirt was looking at him calmly.
"Are you not in Fengshan without any intention?"
He heard the man in Confucian robes say: "He has been sitting in Fengshan for many years, but he actually has the idea of going out for some action?"
"My master has gone to Yunnan to visit friends."
Xu Yan lowered his head and answered honestly: "Senior, do you recognize your master?"
"He listened while I sat down."
The man in Confucian shirt looked around Fengshan Temple, but his face was expressionless.
Lecture halls, palaces, buildings, and buildings are all majestic with seven treasures and are made of nature. The buildings are magnificent and dignified.
The Heavenly King's Hall, the Main Hall, the Thousand Buddhas Temple, and the pagoda forest spread endlessly. The atmosphere here is truly magnificent.
The buildings are continuous, with tall buildings and wide buildings, and they are even more densely packed.
"The red-faced boy used to have a fiery temperament. He would get angry and fight whenever he disagreed with her."
The man in Confucian robes said in a calm voice: "After he wiped out a group of bandits, I happened to pass by him. Seeing that he was a promising talent, I took him back to the academy and made the red-faced son sit in on him for three years.
I didn’t expect that the little novice monk back then would actually lay such a foundation now.”
Having said this, the man in Confucian robes turned his face and looked at the tall, fat monk who was anxious and worried:
"Are you Xu Yan, Wu Huai's eldest disciple?"
"Exactly, exactly." Xu Yan nodded hurriedly.
"You holy places, in collaboration with aristocratic families, control the government's policies, make cronies, and treat the laws and regulations as if they are nothing."
The words of the man in Confucian shirt almost frightened Xu Yan to the point where his two legs were trembling and he was sweating like rain.
"Since the death of Emperor Hei, the Zheng Dynasty, which was supposed to unify the six continents, became unable to succeed and had to let Chu and Wei divide their power. From then on, the world was divided into three parts.
It is also after the death of Emperor Hei that you, the aristocratic families, in the Holy Land gradually came from behind, divided the imperial power step by step, and controlled the famous weapons of the Zheng State. Now you have become the most powerful person. Looking at the Three Kingdoms, the situation of the Zheng State is also the most corrupt!"
The man in Confucian shirt sighed softly, with a rare trace of regret on his face.
"The emperor has been ignored by you. He has not been involved in government affairs for many years and has been unable to display his ambitions. King Jing personally visited Baimao Mountain three times in order to use my Confucian external power to sweep away the ashes all over the Zheng Kingdom."
"I didn't expect..." The man in Confucian shirt's eyes flashed: "After I came to Zheng State, what I saw was not only gray dust, but also a mass of rotten flesh. There is no medicine or stone to cure it."
"Xuyan..."
The man in Confucian shirt looked at the tall, fat monk who was covered in cold sweat and spoke softly:
"The person standing in front of me seems to be the next abbot of Fengshan Temple and a member of the Holy Land.
Tell me, should I kill you so that at least less maggots will grow on the carrion of Dazheng?"
"I……"
The tall, fat monk was sweating profusely, and his buttocks could not help but tremble.
I haven't even touched a woman's hand, am I going to die like this?
When he was about to cry out, the man in Confucian shirt shook his head again.
"You are just scabies, even if you kill them, it will be of no use." The man in Confucian shirt smiled: "If you want to truly take back the government, regain the scattered famous objects, and respect the emperor as the true emperor, thank you, Yang,
The Yan, Xu and other aristocratic families must be destroyed!"
Beside the man in Confucian shirt, Xie Fanjing lowered his head but said nothing.
"Where is Bai Shu?" the man in Confucian shirt asked.
"this……"
"I'm not here to cause trouble." The man in Confucian shirt didn't bother to pay attention to him:
"My little disciple has made an appointment with her. I will take her back to Baimao Mountain in the near future. This meeting, according to your Buddhist teachings, can be regarded as the final resolution of the fate."
"My name is Xie Fanjing, and I am a very good friend of Baizhu."
At this time, the little girl who had been lowering her head raised her head and suddenly said: "He agreed to go to Fengshan Temple and grill fish for me."
"Baizhu and I are good friends, so I will be good friends with you too."
Xie Fanjing opened her dark eyes and said seriously: "Don't hit me, I don't want to fight."
All the Fengshan monks suddenly realized this and looked angrily at Xu Yan, who was the culprit.
"There is no invitation, no greeting, it is always just a sign of someone knocking on your door."
The tall, fat monk turned his face and muttered:
"I didn't know that this happened, and my junior brother didn't even tell me."
"Junior brother's name is false now."
Xu Yan glanced at the man in Confucian shirt quietly and smiled at Xie Fanjing:
"It's a pity that he is no longer in Fengshan Temple and is traveling around."
"Yunyou?"
"Qing Lijun held a son-in-law selection ceremony, and my junior brother also went to join in the fun." Xu Yan shrugged and said helplessly: "Little donor, this is really unlucky."
"Choose a son-in-law..."
Xu Yan saw the little girl frown, with a thoughtful look on her face.
"Teacher..." Xie Fanjing looked eagerly at the man in Confucian shirt beside him.
"I'm not Guanghui, I don't have magical powers." The man in Confucian shirt smiled softly and stretched out his hand towards Xu Yan.
"Bring it here."
"I wonder what it is?" Xu Yan said cautiously.
"Xu Ming's messenger jade."
"I understand! I understand!" The tall, fat monk suddenly understood. He quickly offered a small jade object with both hands and handed it to the man in Confucian robes respectfully.
"I'll take a look in Changle City." The man in Confucian robes handed the message jade to Xie Fanjing, and said with a smile: "When you're done, just call me."
After he finished speaking these words, his figure swayed slightly, then escaped into the void and disappeared.
After seeing the man in Confucian shirt leaving, Xu Yan, who had been tense, finally relaxed. He sat down in the snow, looking like he was surviving the disaster.
"Who is that person?" Xuhong leaned over curiously.
"The great master of Confucianism, Du Shaozhi!"
Xu Yan didn't get angry and spoke, and slapped the bald head in front of him hard: "Go away, you bald thief with no eyesight, stay away from Lord Buddha!"
Seeing the light flashing on Yu Gui's body and the little girl staring at it seriously, Xu Yan couldn't help but ask curiously.
"The little benefactor has a relationship with Junior Brother Xu Ming?"
"Yes!" Xie Fanjing nodded seriously: "He grilled fish for me, and..."
The little girl lowered her head and her expression darkened for a moment.
"Baizhu seems to like my sister."
The monks with their ears pricked suddenly had a strange look on their faces. They looked at each other, speechless.
…
…
…
And at this moment.
Qingli Holy Land, in Huaqing Palace.
Baizhu, who was standing there, had an expression on his face. In the Niwan Palace, Yu Gui, who was carrying the message, suddenly flashed.
Senior Brother Xuyan...
He hesitated again and again, but finally did not click it.
On the side, Guang Hui calmly opened his hand, and as he opened his fingers, a faint flame burst out.
The light of the fire seems to be bright and extinguished, dim and uncertain, and it is like a light covering all directions, penetrating all kinds of existence and non-existence.
All connections, all involvements, all changes, and all developments are faintly visible in this flame, covering all directions and leaving nothing behind.
What holds the flame is a simple green lamp.
Milo lamp
Bai Shu's breath froze and he stared at the simple green lantern.
