"Throughout life and kalpas, all kinds of evil karma created by sentient beings are higher than Mount Sumeru. The Buddha's rescue is only in the smallest details."
To Song Huiyue and Yinxiao, the master did not say anything lengthy, he just said casually. Whether he believed it or not, it was up to Song Huiyue himself.
When he looked at Song Huiyue, he knew that she was not someone with ulterior motives, but that life was long and full of sufferings, which she still needed to understand on her own.
Seeing that the master was not in danger, Yin Xiao walked to the door and continued to listen to the noise outside.
Seeing Master Song Huiyue looking at him all the time, he asked: "Master, do you know how to read faces?"
The master nodded and said to Song Huiyue: "Shi Chongyue has a Buddhist verse that you can read and understand, 'In the world, gold is flowing from rocks, but in the outside world, the wind is high and the moon is cold. To know that there is no difference between the two, it must be a self-reflection.
Ken. The wok, soup, and charcoal are thrown in across the body, and the sword, the tree, the sword, the mountain, and the foot are walking on foot."
Song Huiyue felt heavy pain in her heart as she listened.
The wok, the soup, the charcoal, the sword, the tree, the knife, and the mountain are all the sufferings of hell. Even if she can enter it sideways and walk confidently, she still has to endure a lot of suffering before she can be at ease.
Since she was a child, she has always wanted to be a young lady who can live comfortably in a small amount of money. However, now, when she looks back on the past, her efforts towards this small goal are meaningless, in vain, and even seem absurd.
ridiculous.
Especially after encountering Zhang Xutang, all her revenge was like a farce. It could not kill Zhang Xutang, but also pushed herself further and further away.
Her father said that power and wealth were like a piece of rotten flesh, but she finally clung to him.
Maybe life is really destined to be miserable, and no one is allowed to have any other choice. Every step is like fate pushing her forward.
She raised her head, twisted her thick eyebrows, and said to the master: "Master, please look at him again."
"Yinxiao." She asked Yinxiao to turn around.
The master looked at Yin Xiao who was guarding the door. Although Yin Xiao was not holding a spear at this time, he was standing like a spear with a sharp expression, his lips pursed into a straight line, and his two phoenix eyes were clearly black and white. He was a man who wanted to see.
Know clearly the postures of all the monsters and monsters in the darkness.
Hearing Song Huiyue's voice, he immediately turned around, turned around and walked over, with the sound of wind in every step, and his walking was sonorous and powerful.
The master turned a blind eye to Yin Xiao's sharpness and looked at Yin Xiao carefully.
After a moment, he said in a deep voice: "Shi Chongyue also has a verse, 'A great argument is like being naive, a great skill is like being clumsy. A cloud is pointed out too clearly, and a thousand rivers merge with the moon.' The little benefactor also understood it by himself."
Yin Xiao had no interest in Buddhist verses. He just liked the sentence "Thousands of rivers merge with the moon", so he silently kept it in his heart and went to guard the door again.
At this time, the Daxiangguo Temple had begun to make noises. The bold thieves who had killed people and smashed the house in the Zhang family entered the Daxiangguo Temple. Without saying a word, Zhang Xutang imprisoned all the people in the temple and all the prisons, causing a commotion.
They even alerted the head of the Daxiangguo Temple and ordered to search every room.
Zhang Xutang went to great lengths to find anyone. Li Changfeng led the imperial army to search carefully in secret, but did not object to his fanfare.
One light and one dark can force the enemy out of his hiding place.
In the darkness of the Daxiangguo Temple, lights suddenly lit up, one monk's room after another lit up, illuminating the eaves, corridors, vegetation, but the Buddhist hall was still dark, like a shining star.
The beast gave birth to several large, deep black eyes out of thin air.
The people who shuttled around this big beast, whether they were monks, desperadoes, forbidden soldiers, or the Zhang family, were all under the gaze of these black eyes, unable to escape.
The monks filed out, people came and went, looking for this and that, and it was noisy. Only Zhang Xutang stood there, like a lone star, shining out of place in this busy scene.
He was thinking carefully about what happened tonight.
Every step was correct, but just like countless times before, as long as she got involved with Song Huiyue, the result would be unpredictable.
Not only did the result not be good, he was also injured. The wound on his neck and the pain in his crotch swept over him, making him tense up his body. He had to divide his breath into several times and slowly send it out to relieve it.
After breathing like this several times, he lowered his head to look at the blood stains on his body.
The blood stains were so shocking that he had no intention of looking at them. He could only wander around to look at the lights. At the same time, he thought in his heart: "Although there are some differences with the previous plan, this is better. Let her see it with her own eyes. For the sake of profit, for the sake of that picture
The supreme chair, one can throw away anything."
After thinking about it, he felt some comfort and called to Lao Wei: "Let them search here, and you can carry me to the back."
Lao Wei carried him on his back and walked back from the lights until he passed the retired inner room where Zhang Xutang once lived. He entered the garden, passed the garden, exited the wooden door, and exited the Daxiangguo Temple, which is across the street.
The place is a semi-old house purchased by Zhang Xutang.
Walking into the garden, Zhang Xutang suddenly said: "Wait a minute."
A melon shed was set up in the garden, with two benches holding a door panel inside to make a simple bed. A young monk lay on the bed, guarding the melon shed.
The young monk was not very old, he looked no more than ten years old. He looked like he was carefree while sleeping. The old quilt covering him fell to the ground. He didn't even know it. He raised his hands above his head and slept openly.
Zhang Xutang's eyes swept over the little monk's face and all the way to between his legs, and then he asked Lao Wei to take this little thing that had not yet begun to grow.
Lao Wei put down Zhang Xutang, took off his outer shirt, tied up the hands and feet of the sleeping little monk, tore off a piece of his sleeve and stuffed his mouth, then he carried the weightless little guy with one hand and the other.
He supported Zhang Xutang, took the garden key, opened the door and left.
A forbidden soldier was searching here. When he saw Lao Wei taking away the young monk, he frowned but did not step forward.
His mission is to catch the thieves who broke into the Prime Minister's Mansion. There is a young novice monk missing from the Grand Prime Minister's Temple, so he will report it to the Magistrate's Yamen.
The prefect's Yamen will also send people to look for him. The whereabouts of the young monk is the prefect's Yamen's business.
So he continued to do his own thing and stopped looking at Zhang Xutang's whereabouts.
The little monk woke up from the jolt and began to struggle. However, Old Wei was made of stone and could not be moved at all. He watched helplessly as the door of the haunted house opposite the garden opened, and then he was led in.
hell.
He widened his eyes in fear and watched the door close. He suddenly felt that once the door was closed, he would no longer be a person in the world, and no one in the world would see him again.
So he struggled again with all his strength and hit Lao Wei on the shoulder. Finally, he stood up and knocked himself to the ground.
The ground was paved with bluestone, which made his bones hurt. His hands and feet were still tied together. He stood up with his legs as if they were driven into piles, and ran out in a bounding motion.
After just two jumps, he was kicked and fell directly from the yard into the house.
The house exudes a disgusting smell, as if the house has been soaked in water for a long time, is damp, and is rotting.
A lamp was lit, and the person who lit the lamp stood in front of him. He was tall and tall, but his expression was strange, his face was superficial, as if it had been waxed, he could not express emotions or anger, and his eyes were empty. He was completely "without a trace".
", which is scary.
The little monk didn't dare to look anymore, and his eyes glanced elsewhere. This time, he saw a row of children, all of whom had the same "nothing".