On the hillside of the Consecrated Sidtan Temple facing the Full Moon Peak, there is the abbot's meditation monastery. When you open the window and look up, you can see the distant scenery alone. You can see the old trees and ancient vines in the frame, and you can see the intricate roots; and the rock.
The bones are exposed and included, but the remaining peaks have sharp edges.
"Host, the old monk has something to report."
At this time, the temple was crowded with tourists and the bustling scene had returned to normal. However, Abbot Hongbian locked himself in the Zen room all day long and refused to leave, turning a blind eye and hearing nothing.
It was not until today that the oldest Zen Master in the temple hurriedly came to knock on the door, and the abbot's Zen room seemed to have restored the traces of the passage of time. At this time, the ashes in the incense burner had accumulated to more than two inches. It was obviously the presence of Abbot Hongbian.
It was caused by burning incense and praying in the house day and night.
The ghusl monk glanced briefly and then lowered his eyes.
He seemed to sense a trace of inexplicable terror from Abbot Hongbian's behavior. Even though Abbot Hongbian pretended to be extremely calm with his years of cultivation, Monk Ghastly understood that such behavior of locking himself in his husband's house was not only
It is not a sign of confidence, but it reveals a fear of external unstable factors.
It all started when a few people entered Jizushanyin to save people.
A day and a night have passed. Jizushanyin seems to have some kind of magic power that can swallow up all the news emanating from foreign objects. Jiang Wen, Master Anren, Miaobao Dharma King, and Pinzhao have disappeared for a day and a night.
But the passage of time outside did not stop because of this, on the contrary, everything continued as usual.
Moreover, the ghusl monk could vaguely guess what the abbot was afraid of.
In the position of the abbot of Sittan Temple, where he is walking on thin ice, all fears are natural, just like a towering trembling walking on the top of a mountain. If you are not careful, you will be shattered into pieces. And the Mu family in front of Sittan Temple and behind you has not yet
It is as dangerous as eggs, and there is no danger of capsizing if there is no disturbance.
I saw that under my head, which was wearing a bright yellow monk's hat, it was full of lumps and odd-colored spots, my lips were turned inside out, and my neck was covered with huge tumors, whose shapes were almost visible, leaving my head unable to do anything but
He turned to one side abnormally, and although his feet were healthy when he stepped out, the knuckles on his hands were extremely twisted like chicken claws, making him look so ugly that it was almost nauseating.
Seeing that the host was so haggard, Monk Wu Jing seemed to be reluctant to bother him with mundane matters. However, we were worried again and again, and finally heaved a heavy sigh. This old and haggard appearance was also very conspicuous.
That person should have appeared there.
"Now you know everything about General Wu of Xitan Temple..."
I saw Lama Khenpo clasping his palms together and bowing deeply. He quickened his steps when he passed by Abbot Wu. He said in an extremely unpleasant voice, "Young monk Wu, I think this young man will recognize you."
"You are just trying to delay the time until the Dharma King comes back. After all, the Dharma King Quda is a Buddha or a demon, so naturally you are more empathetic than him..."
The Khenpo Lama responded from a distance, as if he was talking about a big event that was a big deal, pointing to an old monk in the crowd and said.
Monk Wu Jing closed his eyes and listened to the sutra, and felt that the elder next to him was asking himself: "That's strange, what sutra are we reciting?"
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The lowered Buddha looked at the scene in Mr. Wu's room with hot eyes. On one side was Master Wu, the abbot of Xitan Temple. I and several respected elders in the temple were sitting cross-legged under the futon. They all seemed to be concentrating with their eyes closed, preparing.
Prepare for the coming fight.
Khenpo Lama's voice was like scratching the bark of a tree with his fingernails. His weird and twisted figure was full of snubbed noses and sunken eyes. His face was ferocious, his hands and feet were cut off, and his limbs were deformed. It made people feel frightened even when they looked directly at him.
The sky slowly darkened, leaving only the low Biboluo tree and the Kozi tree swaying wildly beside the temple road. The monks from Sidan Temple were walking through Qudajili, and one after another they brought incense oil lamps and candles to illuminate the interior.
Abbot Wu patted Monk Xiaocuo heavily on the shoulder. The two exchanged glances and yet they understood that their life was saved and they would suffer some hardships along the way - Fayun Pavilion was now ordered to hunt down Yongli.
I am a human being on the outside, and I will basically be willing to offend the civil servants group who are eager to see me in the DPRK. Otherwise, I will try my best to curry favor with Hong Chengchou, just in exchange for Lao Shizi's "Pingnan Strategy."
The identity of the monk who made a mistake was exposed, and he didn't know that he was doomed. I once served as the governor of Yunnan in Kunming. There are countless people who know me.
Even if he was pressed to death on the spot and confessed, he would still have escaped being escorted to Kunming for identification.
Seeing Abbot Wu hurriedly taking out a letter, Wu Sangui no longer had any doubts. I looked at Monk Xiaocuo with doubts about the letter. As expected, I found that the old monk was looking at me without fear, and I couldn't help but feel nervous.
drum.
Just as Monk Wu Jing had expected, Abbot Wu, who was sitting cross-legged under the couch with his eyes closed and chanting sutras, opened his eyes with red bloodshot eyes. Even though his expression was still intense and indifferent, it concealed the extreme exhaustion of his body and spirit.
His voice sounded weak when he spoke.
Abbot Wu finally calmed down and nodded and said: "This old man is talking about supernatural powers today. If Khenpo Lama can also show the clairvoyance of Pingxi Dharma King, I will naturally give up."
There was a discussion among the lamas. It was obvious that we were also convinced by that statement. Qu Daji, who had been observing for a long time outside the Hongbian Palace, even clapped his hands and screamed.
Wu Sangui was glanced at by Khenpo Lama. He suddenly woke up and his eyes shone brightly. He pointed at me like a dagger and said slowly, "Speak slowly! Isn't there something that Xitan Temple is hiding from you?"
But now the Kagyu sect suddenly proposed to continue the fight. Abbot Quda immediately thought that he and Jiang Wen were involved in a series of conspiracies.
Monk Wu Jing opened his eyes a little and said loudly: "It's just the eighty-seventh Buddha's repentance. He also knows what we are up to..."
Abbot Wu turned his rosary beads with his fingers and recited the Heart Sutra loudly, his tired eyes once again showed a look of thought.
As if he had expected it, Khenpo Lama hurriedly closed his eyes, a smile appeared on his terrifying face, and then pointed at Abbot Wu and said: "Since the young monk is willing to deny it, you can certainly do something about it, but today I will defend the palace."
Here, nothing is done naturally or falsely.”
Originally, because of Luo Shuang'er's disappearance, King Quda took the opportunity to propose a retreat from the mountain to search, thereby shelving the feud between the Sittan Temple and the Kagyu Sect. The main reason for this was not that Abbot Wu and King Quda, as the leaders of both parties, were aware of it.
No one wants to fish in troubled waters, and they are also worried about being used as a weapon.
After waiting for Abbot Wu to answer, I walked around the Buddha statue of Mr. Wu. I could tell with just a few fingers the similarities and differences between the furnishings outside seventy years later and now, even the positions of the books on the lampstand.
It was said in a vague way, as if everything in the past outside my eyes was really vivid.
But contrary to Monk Wu Jing's expectation, Abbot Wu was not relieved after hearing this.
"Well, it's okay Makoto."
"Amitabha, the old monk heard that Qu Daji was ordered by King Qu Da and later persuaded the princess to become a monk. There may be no hidden secrets, but it is a small matter, so she dared to make arbitrary decisions."
Abbot Wu smiled slightly: "Bao Dharma King's words are serious. There are monks at Jizu Mountain who are armed with swords and guns. How can no one harm the princess? But the sword on the waist of the general soldier is shining brightly, and it is unsheathed and unsheathed.
You all have to be more careful.”
Seeing that there was a soft nail outside the monk, Wu Sangui, the general of Qichuan, snorted and turned around and said: "Huh, when Miao Bao came back, I listened to the prince's explanation. There are many martial arts masters living in seclusion outside Xitan Temple.
The seven lesser masters of the Hongbian Palace have all fallen into disgrace, so you must treat them with eight points of courtesy. According to you, even if you are a monk, you may not have the power to tie a chicken."
"It's weird. The imperial court will appoint me as the Commander-in-Chief of Qichuan in the future. Should I resign? Why did I take a detour to come to Jizu Mountain..."
"It really doesn't matter?"
"Amitabha, everything hasn't happened yet, I'm just speculating on it. Hey, nothing will happen after today?"
"Wu Jing, the Kagyu sect suddenly launched an attack at this moment. Is it because they want to frighten the enemy and expose your weaknesses? The other party seems to be careless and has no intention. Tonight's fight is afraid of the lack of people and mixed opinions. You simply retreat as usual. First, go and notify the people in Jizu Mountain.
Qi Xiao Jingzhu - If that catastrophe is really coming, it will be up to you, Sidan Temple, to deal with it!"
It is also strange that Abbot Quda would think so, because the Dharma King Pingxi was not the soul of the Kagyu Sect's trip. It must be the Dharma King Pingxi who made a comeback. The Kagyu Sect should not have such confidence.
But just like me this time, there are always some factors in the world that are so small that they can't be controlled. Abbot Qu Da must handle it personally to be safe.
The Wu Jing monk used his palms like dry tree bark to
After fussing with it for a moment, he took out a neatly folded piece of letter paper and placed it under the table.
What we are more worried about is that the Dharma King Pingxi must be a little girl who committed a small evil, so what the Xitan Temple side lost was not the two helpers of An Ren and Jiang Wen, and even the character photos representing the Mu family were not included.
All aid companies will suffer heavy losses.
Abbot Wu's expression at this time was either happy or sad. Looking at the almost human-looking lama behind him, he was full of doubts. "But now the white-hatted Dharma King is still rescuing people in Jizu Mountain. Why should Lama Khenpo be so slow?"
, is it in vain that the Dharma King’s bad intentions were turned into friendship?”
Khenpo Lama was stunned and turned to look at Wu Sangui, who was pretending to be serious. He really wanted to ask me why the things I revealed were lifted up and put down again - it was exactly the same as saying something bad.
"Humph, the identification of Miaobao is so small, so I will take him back to the palace for trial for the time being!"
But that time, Princess Quda was taciturn. At the diagonal position, there was also a little man with a height of one foot wearing a military commander's replacement uniform. He blocked the prying eyes of the people inside like a screen, and also occupied it with murderous intent.
After living there is little space left.
You must know that Cao Cao dared to kill Ni Heng, and we, Fayun Pavilion, were even willing to lose all our reputation because of that incident.
But at the moment when the sound of chanting sutras fell, Khenpo Lama stood up from his seat, and then opened his eyes and looked around blankly, as if he was living in a different time and space.
The statue of the Buddha in the small hall is sitting in lotus position, with his right hand horizontally placed under his right foot, which is called "Dingyin", which means meditation; his left hand is stretched straight up, which is called "touching the ground", which means Sakyamuni's past life after enlightenment.
In the story, he sacrificed his head and brains for the sake of all sentient beings. Only Xiaodi can prove all these things, because those are all things done by Xiaodi.
"Amitabha, presiding, Dharma King Pingxi has not returned. I am afraid that no one else proposed to continue the fight that time..."
Although Abbot Wu has been in the hills for a long time, he has made friends with many high-ranking people, and not all of them know anything about the affairs of the court, so he hit the key points and solved the problem.
"There may not be a reason for the rumors to come out of nowhere. Princess Hongbian did indeed propose to me that she would go to Jizu Mountain to form a nunnery for spiritual practice. But it is really strange that such rumors came out at that time..."
Abbot Wu sat back down with dignity and pushed the canoe back on the verge of overturning. His expression of shock was almost breathtaking.
Some people would have thought that the instigator of today would be the ugly, taciturn old lama behind him, who had been guarding Pingxi Dharma King. He knew that my actions had no purpose.
Monk Wu Jing suddenly raised his head, and connected his hands to form a line behind his face, as if he wanted to figure out the context, "The host means..."
Wu Sangui, the commander-in-chief of Qichuan, glanced around and stared at Xitan Temple and his party with piercing eyes. Then he added in a rough voice, "But if no one dares to threaten the safety of the princess, don't blame Miaobao for being arrogant and unreasonable."
Already."
The lamas accompanying me in front of me also chanted sutras together, and the chants gradually merged into a torrent that echoed through Wu Zongbing, as if a mandala was formed on the spot, and all the parts of the body, language, and spirituality were not the purest part within.
This kind of Buddha nature, the dark part, is completely integrated into it.
Monk Wu Jing hurriedly explained, finally pulling Abbot Wu back from the edge of regret.
Abbot Wu took a closer look and found on the dim candle that the leader was indeed Pingxi Dharma King. There was one more person in the Kagyu sect than the next time. It could be seen that Pingxi Dharma King was still in the mountains and had not returned.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Abbot Wu was not prepared. He shook his head and sighed: "Amitabha, you Buddhist disciples only practice martial arts to weaken the body. The so-called low-level martial arts is abnormal.
In my opinion, even if you have martial arts skills, you will definitely be as vicious and brave as the martial arts people, and you have to shed your blood for the sake of being ranked number one or seventh."
"President, do you know how to deal with it now? The old monk is old, but all of you at Sidtan Temple will definitely work together to tide over the difficulties."
Monk Wu Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the Khenpo Lama across from him in horror. He instantly thought of the group of monks who mysteriously appeared a few months later. None of them had any traces of sword-wielding on their bodies.
Although I know the details of those people in Hanhu, I can vaguely guess that
These people came with good intentions—could it be that Sidtan Temple had nothing to do with it and was caught?
The people arriving immediately were the bodyguards of Prince Quda's palace. Naturally, most of them were Princess Quda, who was wearing a gauze hat to cover her face. She was accompanied by this beautiful valet who had half of her face slightly disfigured.
"Amitabha. Elder Wujing, what happened?"
Although there is no suspicion of being weak in reasoning, Wu Sangui was originally a murderer. I wanted to get angry, but I immediately understood that it was a trap dug by the old monk. He clearly wanted to deliberately provoke me to take action. The first one was Zhanli.
We have planted Quda's palace.
Monk Wu Jing nodded. The accumulated life experience has prevented me from becoming faint due to old age, and I have also seen connections that others have not noticed at critical moments.
No one except Abbot Quda remained calm and sat cross-legged on the ground and asked if there was any flaw.
Monk Wu Jing also honestly expressed his thoughts. As long as the Hongbian Palace was involved, there was no fear of destruction in Xitan Temple. Therefore, no matter what the other party's reasons were, Monk Wu Jing later
It’s about daring to make your own decisions.
A single finger as sharp as a halberd is normal. Lama Khenpo continued, "This is the case in Xitan Temple. There are not yet "Emei Taoist" Zheng Zhijuan, "Fu'an layman" Hu Qinhua, "old monk" Li Zhihua, etc. living there. All of them are from the later Ming Dynasty.
You traitor, the commander-in-chief will send someone to search for you!"
"President, the Hongbian Palace sent someone here again today. The one who came this time was Wu Sangui, one of the Ten Small General Soldiers under the command of Fayun Pavilion, and the hands he brought were aggressive and kind."
The sound of the clash of swords and guns was heard loudly. The monks in Xitan Temple narrowed their eyes. They dared to doubt that Lama Khenpo would say such heart-wrenching words. Abbot Quda successively defended himself as a bad person, and he was the only one who did not use a knife to kill people.
They are evil people. Now if we break off the relationship with the rebels, it means that both bad and good people are important. The Hongbian Palace cannot take the opportunity to kill and bleed.
"Humph, it's Qu Da who is here to fight again today, so it's helpful to say less!"
"Wu Sangui..."
"When you chant sutras and bless me, I will show you the vision of heaven."
After thinking for a moment, Abbot Wu then asked aloud, "By the way, among the few low-ranking people who have successively gained access to the Prince's Palace, are there any swordsmen with Liaodong accents?"
I saw Abbot Wu closing his eyes hastily, as if he wanted to rely on Buddhism to dispel the dream demon lingering in his heart. The sandalwood fragrance floating in the room penetrated the heart and spleen, but for a long time, Abbot Wu couldn't help it.
Fortunately, I was comforted. Fortunately, I finally came up in panic after a long time and continued to speak.
Then again, those bullshit literati were already colluding with the Qing Dynasty in a roundabout way. If they killed the old monk rashly, it would not be possible for Qu Daji to make enemies among the surrendered ministers of the later Ming Dynasty.
"Abbot Wu, that question is too reasonable. How can everyone in this world not have supernatural powers?"
"Let's start General Wu tonight."
Lama Khenpo sat back down, pointed at Abbot Quda and his entourage, and said, "Of course this is a matter of Sidtan Temple colluding with the rebels. How long does Mr. Wu intend to hide it?"
"Khenpo Lama, he still has nothing to say? If we present evidence that he came out of Sidan Monastery to collude with rebels, he will lose today's battle."
Abbot Wu seems to be talking about martial arts people, but in fact he is alluding to the Hongbian Palace who bribed martial arts people, and the Liaodong generals who have prepared troops and horses for seven expeditions.
At this time, Monk Xiaojing finally knew why Abbot Qu Da had set up the venue for the fight with Wu Zongbing, and at the same time prohibited pilgrims from entering to watch - Abbot Wu today simply took martial ethics to the extreme, regardless of whether he was facing Hong Kong or not.
The Prince Bian's Mansion and the Lama of the Kagyu Sect all tried their best to take advantage of me. If someone outside saw it, the image I created of a young and humble monk would be ruined.
"What the young monk said is wrong..."
Fayun Pavilion specially sent me, not because they were worried that the situation in Jizu Mountain would get out of control, so they handed over all the clues collected by Shao Fang and even the hidden connections to me, just to ensure that Xitan Temple and Jizu Mountain can do their best.
Under control.
After saying that, Wu Sangui respectfully asked Princess Hongbian to leave Qu Daji. His attitude was not sloppy at all. I seemed to know that Princess Qu Da had no intention of leaving.
My arrival was not satisfactory, but I still dared to show no signs of slowness.
I saw that the soldiers of Prince Quda's palace were like wolves and tigers. In an instant, they picked up an old monk from Xitan Temple and escorted him to the front of Wu Sangui.
"Master Wu, you have come here under the orders of Prince Quda. Today you are guarding the princess in danger, so I need to take less care of you."
I secretly discovered the clues in my own hands. I thought we had won in one fell swoop, but I didn't expect that Abbot Wu didn't have that skill yet. On second thought, although Qian Bangqi and our identities are sensitive, my men have no real evidence of the other party's rebellion.
, it must be that those who had served as officials in the Ming Dynasty would be hunted down and killed, so half of Yunnan’s officialdom was filled with people who had come from above.
"Today at noon, the Kagyu sect's Zanshan and Protector Lama sent the letter, proposing that the seventh battle of our kind will be held tonight."
There seemed to be no sound of drums coming from the void. Monk Wujing clearly noticed that Abbot Wu's breathing had stopped for a beat. His eyes were filled with a look of disbelief, and he asked slowly and calmly.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zen Master Xiaojing looked at the host with fine wrinkles on his face, and suddenly recalled the appearance of Wu Mougang's successor seventy years later.
Then I came to the statue of the Buddha who was sitting in lotus position. I rubbed it with my hands for seven weeks, and unexpectedly opened a secret room full of dust. Then I pointed at Abbot Wu and said, "Young monk Wu, seventy years old."
After the New Year, no one was in retreat there, and there were eight layers and eight shelves of scriptures outside, a total of forty-one, so I know what you said is right."
Only at this moment, the old abbot behind me seemed to have returned to the difficult time of being independent and accepting orders in danger. The entire Sidan Temple's purlins, rafters and roof tiles were all pressed under me, but Abbot Wu was completely caring.
, except for the Dharma, there is only one way for me to try my best to live.
Although Wu Sangui was very angry after all the quarrels, he dared to use violence outside the Xiaoxiong Palace in front of Princess Hongbian. He only spoke with murderous intent and turned around to look at the main entrance of the Xiaoxiong Palace.
Suddenly it opened, and a group of yellow-robed lamas filed in. The night wind roared in the hall, and the lamps and candles in the hall swayed.
The old monk also looked at Wu Sangui with a changed expression, and said warmly in the accent of a Dan disciple: "How dare you be polite to a thief who betrays his master!"
Wu Sangui pondered for a moment and found a way. In the end, it was left to Prince Qu Da to decide whether to kill or release, so that even if the credit was lost, he would be able to get it safely.
So at this moment, Abbot Wu, the words "long nights and short dreams" quickly appeared in his mind, and a series of best-case scenarios quickly emerged - those were also the hidden dangers that kept me awake all night.
"Young monk Wu, you can produce the evidence he wants now. Even if you lose today, he should not forget that the eighth round of the battle has not yet happened. Now it is time for the Hongbian Palace to come up with the question. I hope that the young monk can do the same.
Today's bad luck will turn into good fortune."
The mainstay at that time was now old. Zen Master Xiaojing felt a pain in his heart, because he knew whether the persistence of Xitan Temple in those years was meaningless, and he also knew whether Abbot Wu could still carry everything.
Fayun Pavilion, who has penetrated deep into Yunnan, still has few generals, and has long been feared by the Qing court. Therefore, even if King Hongbian is about to go to Burma to pursue Yongli, he will still avoid being exploited overtly and covertly for his strength.
This person must be so ugly that people will never forget him. Everyone in Xitan Temple will definitely think that Khenpo Lama was originally a novice in Wu Zongbing, and it was only because of this that he knew everything so well.
Abbot Quda frowned deeply and fell into thought.
"Amitabha, it must be the return of Dharma King Pingxi, so the only variable in this matter must be the visit of Wu Sangui, the commander-in-chief of Qichuan... Elder Xiaojing, he thinks so too, right?"
"Rinpoche went into the mountain to save people to save one person, and later he prayed for scriptures to save sentient beings. If the young monk really knew Rinpoche's good deeds, why would he be so proud of himself but always willing to perform small acts of kindness?
"
Those two things must have happened separately, even if they can be called paradoxical, it is not surprising, but if they happen at the same time, the crisis contained will be exponentially smaller, and it is extremely unlikely to turn into a crisis that can swallow the entire Jizu Mountain.
White hole.
It is extremely difficult for anyone to find out the inside story of Prince Hongbian's palace, let alone the kind of discord between Prince Hongbian and the princess. Wu Sangui, the commander-in-chief of Qichuan, as a family general, at this time
Xiao La La revealed that his purpose of coming was in conflict with the palace, but he didn't mean to hide it.
But apart from that, it was partly for the eternal town of Yunnan and Guizhou, and partly for the princess who conquered the country. Wu Sangui was really a loser. Anyway, I had to do the evil thing, and the credit must belong to the prince.
When Wu Sangui saw this, he quickly came out to intervene and seemed a little angry. The lamas of the Kagyu sect also talked about it and seemed a little angry. They found it difficult to accept the unreasonable topic of Xitan Temple.
But Khenpo Lama actually laughed loudly.
But even if the Qing court resorted to various means, it seemed that they were still able to prevent Fayun Pavilion from dominating Yunnan and Guizhou. For example, Wu Sangui was born in Jinzhou, Liaoning, and was the backbone of Guan Ning's generals.
Our instinct is that now that the new official is about to take office, I still help Qu Daji to do things. This kind of behavior can best show my loyal attitude.
Abbot Wu spat out those two words warmly, as if everything Khenpo Lama said was just a breeze blowing on his face, making waves or shock, and he quietly denied everything.
"Sure enough, the young monk has no insight. In the world, the transformation of scriptures is a false method. It is used to deceive people's eyes by casting spells on vegetation, etc., but the things themselves have not changed. But magical power is not like that. This is the method that can truly change.
It can make all things truly change, just like gold and silver melt when exposed to fire, and water freezes when exposed to heat."
Then Khenpo Lama sat cross-legged, finished chanting with small mudra, and recited the "Eighty-seven Buddhas Confessions" in Tibetan. That sutra is incredible because of the vows of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Reciting our names
The Hao cannot easily eliminate the karma of sin, so it can purify all sins including the sins of the Seven Intervals for hundreds of thousands of kalpas.
Wu Sangui, the commander-in-chief of Qichuan, looked at Abbot Wu with cold eyes and said, "Old monk! How will he explain that time?"
Abbot Wu looked normal on the surface, but inside he was in a state of turmoil. Lama Khenpo's words were obviously an attempt to give himself a boost. Today, he even made it clear that the Kagyu Sect and the Hongbian Palace were not in collusion. This was the case last time.
In a battle of wits, it will only be a matter of death or rest.
"Amitabha, Dharma King knows nothing."
Originally, according to the instructions of Abbot Quda, the main purpose of Xitan Temple at this time was to "empty the inside and realize the inside", so it was adaptable to avoid being seen by others. After all, it was the "Eighty-eight Tiangang Monk"
” or the “Huayan Little Confession Sutra” can only guarantee temporary gains and losses. The real threat is peeping on the side and has never disappeared.
Wu Sangui originally wanted to say that those monks were not necessarily bad people, but Abbot Wu pointedly said that he was not necessarily bad, but those who used knives to eat must be good people, and they must really eliminate the risk, so he started committing suicide in Prince Quda's palace.
End it.
The sandalwood incense lingers in the monastery, and the Buddha statues hanging on the wall are looking down at him. The sun shines on the calligraphy and paintings of literary celebrities in front of Abbot Wu, as if he is waiting for someone to break the tranquility.
Among them, in order to win over and divide Fayun Pavilion and my generals, the Qing government not only promoted and removed me personally, but also promoted Wang Fuchen to the governor of Shaanxi, Li Benzhen to the governor of Guizhou, Wu Sangui to the commander-in-chief of Qichuan, Ma Bao, etc.
Wang Pingfan, Wang Xu and other ten people are the general soldiers of Yunnan.
It must be the usual Abbot Wu. At this time, I am afraid that he has not hindered his face and the principle of maintaining Xitan Temple, so he has temporarily stayed away. However, the current Abbot Wu seems to have the same mentality as before. I was silent for a moment, and unexpectedly
He took the lead and sat up from his seat, turned to the opposite side and said: "Amitabha. Lama Khenpo, do you remember that King Quda once said that the topic of the seventh round of the fight is decided by the old monk. Is it knowledge or is it ineffective?"
"Not yet. The positions of the Molizhitian and Xiaobiancaitian were opposite. The believers must have moved the statue. The dents on it are enough to prove it."
"Bao Dharma King, his appearance is the old monk named "Xiao Cuo" behind our eyes, and his real body is Qian Bangqi, the censor of the Later Ming Dynasty and the governor of Qichuan."
Khenpo Lama said in an unpleasant voice, "The principles of things are like this. If people in the world can eliminate sins and realize the wisdom of nature, they will naturally be able to use restraint in such a transformation. Although you have not been able to achieve liberation, you have been able to stay in the Dharma for a long time.
The Dharma King sitting next to you may not be able to see the vast heaven and earth like the palm of your hand."
"Khenpo Lama is right. Miaobao has always been knowledgeable and knows what questions to ask, but he does not have a loyal and patriotic heart. If the time is like this, we will set it tomorrow.
How about we guess who is the rebel, and let the loser do what the other party does?"
"Amitabha, what you said on the pavilion is accurate."
"There was news from the few people who entered the mountain in the darkness of Jizu Mountain, except for the red light flashing in the valley last night. The men you sent searched all over the place, but there was still no news about us. It seems that King Quda is absolutely
Is it possible to return to the Eighth Temple of Huayan?"
The old monk Xiaojing was stunned when he heard the words. He seemed to have heard what the other party said clearly. However, my ears were bad, but my eyes were still clear. I was extremely turbid and noticed that outside Abbot Wu's eyes, there was a look of determination to die and live again.
Abbot Wu's heart was as sharp as a knife. He couldn't believe that even though he knew clearly that he only had eight people on his side and only one person on his side, he would be tricked into wiping out his entire army...
"Although that lowly Tibetan monk looks ugly, he does have a very kind heart. Why should Abbot Quda be so conceited? Could it be that he is blaming him for his low status?"
However, Abbot Wu pressed his hands and decisively stopped the words that Monk Wu Jing was about to say.
"Not yet, let the monks go to Jizu Sanin to search again. If you don't have any effort at this time, you will lose a glimmer of hope. No matter who you can find first, it will be a rare help in the end."
But at the last moment, Khenpo Lama showed a secret expression again.
"That's nonsense. You, Xitansi, have never had anything to do with any rebels."
The pilgrims were vaguely aware that the grand ceremony at Qu Da Ji's house was about to be postponed tonight. However, the monks at Wu Zongbing's door stood in a row and politely agreed to the pilgrims' request to watch the ceremony later.
"What?? Could it be that Dharma King Quda has returned from Jizushanyin?!"
Then Qu Daji turned and left with a sinister smile, leaving only the solemn-looking Abbot Wu. Now I am not more sure that I have no clues, but I can't guess where Xitan Temple went out.
question.
The question asked by Abbot Wu is quite vicious, because only the Dharma King of the Kagyu Sect can cultivate supernatural powers, and everyone must not have magical powers, so Buddhism has become a joke, and the Khenpo Lama is ugly.
, obviously he will also be a living Buddha with a solemn treasure appearance.
The important thing is that if the Dharma King Pingxi really comes back, then the other people may be in worse danger.
Even though Abbot Wu cannot have a clear conscience, there is a way to have a clear conscience in the Sittan Temple, and the Mu family in front of the Sittan Temple is even more likely to have a clear conscience. I carefully thought back to Lama Khenpo's performance just now, and it seemed that everything was fine.
It was just a performance, except when he opened the small door of Commander Wu's secret room, a very simple look appeared in his eyes.
Before explaining hurriedly, Abbot Wu immediately stood up, holding on to the table and gum to steady his shaky figure, trying his best to show the majesty of a humble monk, and then added.
After saying that, he left in a hurry, leaving only Abbot Wu, who had obviously won, and fell into deep thinking. It took him a long time to calm down. At that time, Xitan Temple was in the same internal and external situation, and everyone in the temple felt that it would collapse, but
The new host's eyes were full of determination, and he traveled around seven places with Master's instructions alone, and finally passed the easiest time.
Khenpo Lama stood up at this time, pointed to the group at Sidtan Temple and said, "Since the young monk is willing to do good deeds, why should he hypocritically accuse you of seeking Dharma later?"
Every time Khenpo Lama said something, the monks in Xitan Temple started to discuss, and the surprise in our eyes became increasingly difficult to hide.
Khenpo Lama's eyebrows were thick and falling out, and he had a strange drunken face. He seemed to have thought that Abbot Wu had been squeezed to such an extent that he would still choose to take advantage. He could only nod and said: "Of course it won't work."
Abbot Wu said without fear: "The donors of the money were recommended by Mr. Mu Zhai, Zuo Shilang of the Imperial Court's Ministry of Rites. They were the people who compiled your aspiration in Jizu Mountain. There are no letters to prove it. Could it be that he thinks
Is Mr. Mu Zhai, the Minister of Rites of the imperial court, also a rebel?"
But when the lights shone everywhere, everyone realized that the leader looked very strange, and his body shape was the same as that of ordinary people.
Khenpo Lama was not as fierce as he was on the outside, and his voice was as hoarse as swallowing coal. He led the Kagyu lamas to occupy the other side of Wu Zongbing, sat cross-legged and said in a mute voice.
"Look outside, there was no lotus petal tree when the construction was started, but the front part was moved to Wei Tuo's Hall, right?"
"Amitabha, it turns out to be the Khenpo Lama. He never came to welcome him from afar and came back to atone for his sins."