Chapter 51 Your Excellency and my Buddha are destined)
"I guess the other party has an ambush..."
Recalling the situation just now, Liu Tingyuan, the censor of the city patrol, directly blocked the road on the pretext of arresting the thieves, and also made excuses to keep them behind.
It is estimated that once he is left behind, he will search for relevant stolen goods and look for trouble.
They might even have a back-up plan and arrange an ambush in this alley.
Meng Biao kept turning his head left and right, highly alert to everything around him. Wang Hongyu held onto his luggage tightly.
There was no one in the alley, and the noise behind them was getting farther and farther away. The two of them could almost hear their own heartbeats.
"Amitabha, the young monk is polite~"
It was as if a tall monk suddenly appeared in the middle of the plains. He was estimated to be thirty or forty years old. He was wearing a large monk's robe. It was hard to tell how strong he was. However, he just stood in the middle of the alley, and it seemed that thousands of troops were feeling sad.
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In fact, both Wang Hongyu and Meng Biao noticed that the other party was very fast. Just now, he jumped from the shadows to the middle of the road in an instant, almost in an instant. There was no sloppiness in his movements, and it seemed as if he appeared out of thin air.
"Master, we have important matters to go to the Forbidden City. It is really inconvenient for us to be polite to you."
Wang Hongyu knew that the other party came with bad intentions, so he answered politely and signaled Meng Biao to get ready.
"Your Excellency has seven exquisite orifices. He is indeed a wise and knowledgeable person. His tongue is as bright as a lotus flower. He is indeed a person who is destined to be my Buddha~"
The monk smiled with his hands clasped together, his expression very confident.
"What a disgusting expression. I am Meng Biao of the Sichuan Army. The master is mysterious and mysterious. What kind of style do I have?"
Meng Biao immediately stepped forward to cover Wang Hongyu, reported his name, and had a "one-for-one" exchange with the monk.
"Haha... Benefactor Meng is really experienced. The young monk is a disciple of Nanhua Temple, his name is Jingwu. This time he came specifically to get rid of evil spirits and people who are destined for him."
Jingwu didn't care about the provocation. He clasped his hands and quickly glanced at the luggage Wang Hongyu was carrying.
Wang Hongyu was thinking that Nanhua Temple is far away in Guangdong.
There was one of the most famous eminent monks of this era, Hanshan Deqing. The monks from Nanhua Temple came to the capital specifically and were definitely not ordinary people.
Moreover, Wang Hongyu noticed the other party's gaze. It seemed that the other party was not only looking at him, but also at Wanli's self-ringing bell.
Who gave him the courage to attack the self-ringing bell of Emperor Wanli?
"I'll deal with him. Brother Wang will just rush over."
Meng Biao felt that this place was not far from the Forbidden City, so he rushed out of the alley and arrived there quickly.
Wang Hongyu nodded and agreed to Meng Biao's suggestion.
"Master Jingwu, Meng Biao asked the master for Buddhist Kung Fu. You use your bare hands, and I don't use any weapons~"
Jingwu's expression remained unchanged with a smile, pretending to be modest:
"The young monk is really ashamed. He has learned some introductory kung fu and made the two donors laugh. However, if the young monk is still able to master the Dharma after learning the kung fu for the first time, why not visit Nanhua Temple to practice? Wouldn't it be beautiful?"
Meng Biao rolled up his sleeves, moved his legs and feet, stepped closer to Jingwu, and threw a straight punch. Just as he was about to touch the opponent, Jingwu raised his arms, seemingly making a defensive gesture.
He didn't use much force in this straight punch. Instead, he stepped hard with his right leg, suddenly raised his left leg, and swept Jingwu directly with a whip kick.
"Snapped!"
This whip leg directly hit Jingwu's monk's robe, but it didn't seem to touch the body under the clothes.
Meng Biao was startled, because when his leg just hit the monk's robe, the opponent raised his knee to directly block his move. And because he was completely unprepared, his calf was hit by the opponent's knee, and now he was in severe pain.
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The shady monk used his wide robes to prevent others from seeing his movements, so he tricked him. Looking up again, the other man's smile did not change, and it seemed that he had designed this trap a long time ago.
The two of them started fighting with bare hands. Even though Meng Biao was outstanding among the veterans of the Sichuan Army, he found it very difficult after a while.
Taking a closer look, the smile on the Jingwu monk's face has not changed at all, there is no nervousness or color change, and the situation is all under his control!
"Amitabha, will King Donor join the fight? Or will he escape with that evil thing?"
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While Jingwu was dealing with Meng Biao, who was going all out, he also kept an eye on Wang Hongyu, and even made random provocations.
Meng Biao was furious, but he still had no advantage.
Wang Hongyu felt cold sweat on his back. If he joins him now, or if he takes the opportunity to rush over, the other party will be expecting it, so it probably won't go smoothly.
Monk Jingwu smiled while fighting. This time, he would make Wang Hongyu bow his head no matter what he said and make him offend Emperor Wanli. For this action, the first assistant Fang Congzhe nodded, Zhejiang Party Yao Zongwen came forward, and many censors cooperated. Wang Hongyu must be punished for causing trouble.
Pay the price.
"What? Have you thought about it clearly?"
He didn't take a breath, he simply took his time and tried to make Wang Hongyu frightened in this way.
"Hmph! In my luggage, there is something that Emperor Wanli cherishes. This treasure is not something that the master should covet!"
Wang Hongyu tried his best to appear confident.
"The young monk upholds the orthodox teachings of Buddhism and must kill demons without hesitation. The treasure in Donor Wang's luggage is contaminated with the spirit of evil spirits. It is natural for the young monk to get rid of that thing for the sake of Buddhism and the world."
"This... this thing is the emperor's treasure after all. Master, aren't you afraid of being held accountable for blocking it here?"
Wang Hongyu seemed a little panicked and acted like he was reluctantly lifting Emperor Wanli out to press him down.
"Amitabha~ The current emperor respects my Buddha, and the Empress Dowager Li did the same in the past. My master is Hanshan Deqing, a senior monk who is highly respected by both the emperor and the empress dowager. If your majesty knew that it was my Buddha who eradicated the evil spirits in the West, you would not do it after all.
Severely punished~"
The Jingwu monk has nothing to fear.
This time Wang Hongyu's voice sounded a little panicked, as if there was no other way.
Jingwu was proud and confident, but Wang Hongyu felt like a deflated ball after hearing this, and seemed to have no fighting spirit.
"Forget it, I'll take it out first~"
Wang Hongyu opened his bag and took out a terrifying thing in his left and right hands.
"Come on, master, do you want a big hammer or a small hammer~"
In Wang Hongyu's luggage, there were only two hammers and no self-ringing bell at all.
At this time, holding two hammers and with a kind smile on his face, he walked quickly towards the fighting monk Jingwu.
"Amitabha, the young monk didn't use weapons!"
Monk Jingwu's smile froze on his face, and his tone was no longer as calm as before.
"Yes!"
Wang Hongyu quickly put the sledgehammer into his bag, and this time he swung it through the bag. He put the small hammer into his sleeve, and followed the example of the master, hiding it inside to perform dirty tricks.
"Okay, now I'm like the master~"
"What the same! I...hey hey hey~!"
Before Monk Jingwu finished speaking, Wang Hongyu hit him on the head with his "sleeve". If it weren't for his superb martial arts skills, his head would have been bloody.
"Come on, Master, let's see what treasure is hidden under your monk's robe?"
Wang Hongyu swung his luggage horizontally and swept it under the monk's robe. He even dared to lift his vaginal legs. It would be too easy for him not to discount all his legs.