A huge caravan, like a long winding snake, moved forward slowly under the scorching sun. The servants working there were all sweaty, including those with pushcarts, those carrying goods, and those on patrol.
foot.
The supervising steward heard the scolding of the servants and asked the lagging convoy to move faster.
Under the scorching sun, a frail servant fell to the ground with a plop. When the steward saw it, he waved his riding whip angrily and drew a bloody mark:
"You lazy guy, why don't you get up!"
"My boss gives you money and lets you eat, is it to make you lazy?"
"Manager Fan, Xiao Bao has a heat stroke. He has a heat stroke."
An old man shouted hurriedly and quickly took out a kettle to feed the servant water.
"It's useless. I'll have to get up if I get a heat stroke." Manager Fan didn't care about this. He kicked the kettle on and hit Xiao Bao with a whip.
"If you don't get up, I'll beat you until you get up."
"You ate food from my Fan family, and you still dare to sneak around here."
"What a fucking troublemaker." When Manager Fan saw the little bag motionless, he became even more angry and raised his foot to kick him.
In the end, the kick did not hit the servant, but was blocked by a monk wearing heavy iron armor.
"Namo Amitabha."
"Why is the donor so angry?"
"This donor is clearly showing signs of heatstroke, so let the monk treat him."
Manager Fan was just about to curse, but when he saw the monk's appearance, he felt as if he had seen a ghost and screamed:
"Yuan, Master Yuanjue!" (Note: The name appears in Chapter 259.)
"The villain is reckless, too reckless."
The monk in iron armor paid no attention to the arrogant Manager Fan, but clasped his hands together, and his whole body emitted a golden light.
Yuan Jue stretched out his hand and shined the golden light on the servant named [Xiao Bao]. The blood marks on the servant's body obviously began to heal, and he woke up after a while.
The old man kowtowed quickly and said:
"Thank you, master, for your life-saving grace."
"Xiaobao, thank you master quickly."
"Thank you, Master. I will one day go to Guangming Temple to fulfill my wish!" The sober servant also looked excited.
"Namo Amitabha!"
"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The donor does not have to worry about it."
After finishing speaking, the monk in heavy armor was about to return to the convoy. At this time, someone came on horseback and called repeatedly:
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"Master, wait a moment, my lord has invited you."
The person riding the horse was no outsider, but Yang Guang, Chu Qianqiu's personal guard.
"Could it be that Mr. Chu is here to invite you?" Zen Master Yuanjue said with some surprise.
"That's it. My master originally wanted to send me to resolve the dispute here, but when he saw the master taking action, he asked me to invite the master."
Yang Guang said very politely, this Master Yuanjue is not an ordinary person. He is one of the most promising candidates in the contemporary Guangming Temple to break through the martial arts. He is a true disciple of Buddhism and has an astonishingly high status.
If Chu Qianqiu was not regarded as Liu Dutong's adopted son, a mere Li camp garrison would not be able to catch his eye at all.
After he breaks through the military prime minister, he is destined to become the elder of Guangming Temple and one of the leaders of the righteous path in the future.
"Amitabha."
"Master Chu, this young monk is not very honored." Master Yuanjue clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and agreed happily.
"Thank you, Master. You are invited, Master!"
Yang Guangda was overjoyed, and then realized that he had not dismounted, so he quickly jumped off the horse and led the way for Master Yuanjue.
Master Yuanjue was also very curious.
Nowadays, Chu Qianqiu's reputation is known to everyone in Lingzhou.
For many years, all the aristocratic families and sects in Lingzhou were severely punished by him.
The Fei family, Li family, and Yang family suffered heavy losses.
Therefore, behind the scenes, Chu Qianqiu got an unflattering nickname - Chu Miemen.
Now that such a fierce person came to him, Master Yuanjue felt an inexplicable sense of expectation.
This time, the Fan family paid a large price to evacuate the entire Jubao Pavilion in Lingzhou, and hired the entire Fuwei Escort Agency to escort the escort vehicle.
The one-kilometer-long convoy was protected by a monk soldier every thirty meters.
Because [Fuwei Escort Agency] is one of the properties of Guangming Temple, Master Yuanjue is the chief escort of the agency.
"Namo Amitabha."
"Master, please sit down."
Chu Qianqiu was sitting in a luxurious carriage, surrounded by condensed ice. Even though Master Yuanjue was not afraid of being exposed to the scorching sun, he felt a lot cooler.
"This time I went to Beijing with the Fan family. I heard that the master was personally protecting the Dharma. When I saw him today, he was indeed compassionate and compassionate. Chu admired him."
"Amitabha, Mr. Chu, you're welcome."
"A poor monk is just doing a little work."
"That servant will also suffer a lot in the future."
"When the poor monk saved him, did he help him, or did he let him sink into the sea of misery for a long time?"
"Wouldn't it be a serious sin to let him sink into the sea of misery?"
The monk, who was wearing heavy armor and looked more like a warrior than a monk, said with a melancholy face. This way of thinking made Chu Qianqiu slightly stunned, and then he smiled and said
"Master is indeed compassionate, but the ants are still greedy for life."
"Everyone should decide whether to live or die. Why should the master worry about it for him?"
"Saving people means saving people, and merit is merit."
"There was no sin."
Master Yuanjue nodded after hearing this:
"Master Chu's words made sense, and the poor monk suddenly became enlightened."
"I think the sins on my body have been reduced a lot, Namo Amitabha."
What is this idea?
Chu Qianqiu couldn't understand the other party, so he raised his tea cup and took a sip.
"Master, this businessman is in a miserable mood and has not received good hospitality. He only has a cup of tea. Please—"
"Sir, it's not good. The servants and monks of the Fan family have fallen down one after another."
Just when Chu Qianqiu was about to change the topic and continue the conversation with Master Yuanjue, Yang Guang hurried over and reported a shocking news.
"How did it fall? Where are our people?"
"He's suffering from heat stroke, he's suffering from heat stroke."
"Our people are fine."
After hearing about the heat stroke, Master Yuanjue disappeared from the carriage with a whoosh, presumably to save others.
"Are our people okay?" Chu Qianqiu continued to ask as soon as he heard that his family was okay.
"Everything is fine, but the person who fell in the Fan family was a master of Qi accumulation, so my subordinates are suspicious."
"Someone has drugged me." Chu Qianqiu sneered. He was really uneasy and set off with the large caravan.
"Do we eat separately from them?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Let's go and take a look."
Chu Qianqiu no longer sat in the carriage. After getting off the carriage, he jumped directly to the sky and overlooked the entire convoy.
A surprising scene came into view.
The Fan family's motorcade and the escorting monk soldiers fell to the ground one by one, as if they had suffered from heat stroke.
This caravan has a complex composition and is divided into three different forces.
First, it was the Fan family's motorcade, which had the largest number of people and the most stuff. It was also the initiator of this trip to Beijing.
Second, there are the guards from the Fuwei Escort Bureau, with a total of 300 monk soldiers protecting the safety of the Fan family caravan.
The third one is Chu Qianqiu and the elite of Li Renying. This time they went to Shangjing. Chu Qianqiu brought Qingchai and dozens of his personal guards there, so they were hitching a ride.