Hu Wen was still a little confused, "Commander, how do you say this? Is it possible that when humans discuss poetry, they have to use swords and guns if they can't compete?"
Master Nanneng also frowned, "Young friend Hou, threatening others for no reason, isn't that bad?"
Hou Tzu smiled slightly, took out two bamboo slips from the treasure gourd, held them in front of his chest, and showed them to everyone.
"There are two bamboo slips here, one of which is Shusheng Qian's secret collection. There are many articles and poems written in it. They were prepared for future exams and have never been shown to anyone. Only his mother knows about it in his house.
I know the brief but not the content; this time I took it out to find the real culprit.
The other one was left by the foolish Wang Sheng who was killed three years ago, with the same purpose and the same secret possession.
The contents of the two tablets have never been made public. They were only found by chance in personal reading and were lost to dust due to changes in their owners.
Master, please check carefully. There may be some surprises on the seventh page of Wang Sheng's letter and the last page of Qian Sheng's letter."
Turning over the bamboo slips, I came to the page that Hou Zi had mentioned. To my surprise, what was written on the seventh page of Wang Sheng's slips was the five-character poem "In the Autumn Colors of Yi'an"!
But the last page of Qian Sheng's letter is a seven-character poem, "I once saw the phoenix and loved the rising sun"!
They are all smart people. Once they see this, they will understand.
Master Nanneng let out a long sigh and closed his eyes without saying a word. It seemed that he had given up and the two of them could do whatever they wanted.
Taking a step forward, the monk with the lantern was ready to go, "Stealing literary spirit? Making people stupid? You can do it! Do you know what losing what you have learned in your life means to these scholars? That is more painful than death.
encounter!"
Hu Wen's face was expressionless, and he was completely stunned by the sudden blow. What he didn't expect was that the two poems he had stolen were still genuine in the world. He thought that these things only existed in the mind of the scholar, so he took them
It's foolproof to use.
"I, I didn't kill them!"
The lantern-carrying monk scolded: "Do you think it's not evil if they don't die? But you don't know how many families have been ruined by the impact. Parents died of grief and premature death, and children live on the streets. These tragedies in the world are just because you, a monster, want to imitate humans.
Make poetry?
You don’t know that for human beings, there is something more painful than death, and that’s what you’ve done! It’s just like cutting off a sword cultivator’s hand and blocking a Taoist’s mouth!”
Hou Zi just rolled his eyes, what's the matter? This monk was clearly retaliating and taking advantage of him; but he didn't care, he had already lured others into a trap, and he didn't allow others to talk freely about it?
Hu Wen felt that something bad was going on, but it all happened too suddenly; if two human envoys asked it about the murder as soon as it came up, it had countless plans to deal with it; but the cunning humans chose to attack in a roundabout way.
, in its favorite hobby, in its proudest aspect, relax its vigilance, and then suddenly lose sight of it.
It didn't react for a while, but it has calmed down now, but it was already too late. It did not organize a rebuttal at the most critical moment, but subconsciously admitted it. This was the biggest mistake.
Now, there is no way to save the day.
"They themselves are not blameless. They are all obsessed with sex. I have never forced them to do anything. They are all willing... Stealing literary energy is not a conscious evil method. It's just that I am not strong enough now, so I will give it to them.
They leave sequelae..."
The lantern-carrying monk laughed angrily, "You are unrepentant! Do you still think this is natural? Let me tell you, even if you can really steal literary spirit without harming others, it is an unforgivable crime!
You can pick up other people’s cultural qualities today, but will you be able to pick up other people’s cultivation insights and cultivation concepts in the future? In the end, as long as others have something that you don’t have, you can just pick it up?”
The lantern-carrying monk was still there filled with righteous indignation, but Hou Zi was already a little impatient! This monk was hateful and was trying to buy time for Monk Nanneng to consider the safest response.
Of course, the problem now is no longer how to save Hu Wen's life. The problem now is how to rescue Master Nanneng from this crisis of trust, or in other words, how to save the face of Buddhism.
In this "Three No Matters" zone, the direction of the people's hearts is very important. If a powerful country frequently loses points in the hearts of the people, the people here will turn to the other two. Over time, over time, the "Three No Matters" zone may turn into a "Two No Ones" zone. It even ended up being an area managed by one family.
This is a disaster that every force is trying to avoid.
Hou Zi stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword hilt from the treasure gourd. He slowly pulled it out. The sound of the sword vibrated with murderous intent.
"I am a fair person and will give everyone a chance. No matter whether you are wrong or not, you have the right to fight.
We have competed in poetry before, and there is no need to say more about the victory or defeat. Now let’s compare our skills and see if your magical power can block my sharp sword?"
Hu Wen hadn't reacted yet, but the lantern-carrying monk took a step forward and stood in front of Hou Zi.
"Fellow Daoist Hou, it's my turn now! You have crossed the line!"
Hou Ting sighed and returned the sword to its sheath. He could not fight for this opportunity to attack, otherwise he would be really pissing off the Buddhists. This opportunity must come from the Buddhists, and it can only come from them, because the demon fox is raised by the Buddhists, so in Everyone in Bear Ears knows this.
Holding the lantern could no longer delay time. Just when he took out his lantern and was about to catch the monster, there was a heavy sigh behind him,
"...One day the Buddha will go south to the Skull Tower with a thousand feet of green clay. You and I met each other. It was I who brought you here, and it was my neglect of discipline that harmed you.
Go ahead and I’ll give you a ride!”
With the sound of the wooden fish, Hu Wen slowly deformed in front of the two of them, his skin peeled off, his hair grew, and he was in excruciating pain, but he couldn't make any sound.
It's still far behind in this realm, which is why it never had any intention of escaping from the beginning to the end.
Hu Wen is waiting for an eventuality, an opportunity to atone for his sins; he thinks he has such an opportunity. After all, the people he harmed did not really die in his hands. It can also compensate for their losses. It has no shortage of Money...and decades of friendship with my master.
But what it didn't expect was that Master Nanneng's choice was so decisive and merciless. It was not at all what it thought for decades. Nanneng was right, he was the one who harmed it. If Nanneng had shown it earlier, Such a tough guy may not have the guts to steal literary talent.
The demon fox Hu Wen gradually lost his vitality in pain, and the voice of Master Nanneng came to his ears.
"The reason why I don't give it a happy ending is not that I am cruel, but that only in this way can those Wenqi return to their original owners. Even if not all of them, as long as some of them return, I think those victims will return to the state of normal people. possible.
Three days later I will hold a Buddhist meeting at Jianjia Temple, admit my mistake, and show off the fox skin as a warning to future generations.
Hu Wen has a cave outside the temple, and there are some treasures in it. You can take them and distribute them to the victims.
