Everyone was shocked and looked around but couldn't see anyone. Suddenly, there was a flutter of clothes and an old monk with gray hair and childish face descended from the sky. He clasped his hands and recited "Amitabha Buddha".
If ordinary people had jumped out to challenge him, Dai Yi would have had him beaten to death with sticks. However, this old monk had a good background at first sight. Even Mr. Dai, the supervisor of the Imperial Secret Service stationed in Suzhou, did not dare to take it lightly and suppressed him.
Zhu asked angrily and politely: "Why do you, a monk, help the government handle this case? Don't think that our family from the Shaolin Temple will give you face. Our family can confiscate all your properties and houses in Songshan with just a message!"
Dai Yi raised a few scum in the world, so he felt that he was half a member of the world. In his mind, all the powerful old monks came from the Shaolin Temple. How could he know that this old monk didn't accept that trick at all?
He clasped his hands together and said, "I don't care whether you have an official position or not, as long as you keep two female benefactors, if not, I will definitely make you look good!"
It seemed that the gentle old monk could speak so shamelessly and threaten the government when he opened his mouth. Dai Yi was so angry that he said to himself, "You are such a shameless old bald donkey." He immediately waved his hand: "Take it down!"
The masters of Qinmi Division did not dare to deal with the eldest princess with all their strength, but they were still cruel to this old monk whose origin was unknown. A group of people brandished weapons and showed off their magic powers and pounced on the old monk. Unexpectedly, the old monk's movements changed like a ghost.
Unpredictably, his body didn't move, but his weapons were all in vain. More than a dozen people fought for a long time, but they couldn't even touch the old monk's hair.
Dai Yi was anxious, thinking that no matter how powerful you are, you are still alone. It will not be too late to take away the prisoner first and then blast you with a firecracker. He waved his hand viciously, and all the masters retreated. The officers and soldiers of Suzhou Prefecture all turned around.
He raised the blunderbuss, aimed at the old monk and pulled the trigger.
Soon after that, the old monk roared with anger, and everyone present felt pain like tearing eardrums. The wind blew so hard that they could not open their eyes, and flying sand and rocks hit their faces with pain. Those with some martial arts experience
Everyone knows that this is the authentic magical skill of the Western Regions - the Lion's Roar. It is said that it has been lost for centuries. Unexpectedly, it appears in this Jiangnan fireworks place today and can see the peerless magical skill. It can be regarded as their creation.
Just as the old monk finished shouting, sixteen more monks descended from the sky. These sixteen tall men were all dressed in maroon monk robes, with their muscular right arms exposed and holding strange weapons in their hands. Sixteen people
Like an iron wall blocking the retreat of the officers and soldiers, there was a gloomy murderous aura in the air. The common people had long been frightened and closed their doors, and the officers and soldiers were too frightened to hold their weapons.
An old Jianghu next to Dai Yi whispered: "Eunuch Dai, the idea is tricky. We have too few people. I'm afraid we won't be able to take away the criminals even if we leave them all here. How about..."
Dai Yi understood what he meant. He wanted to keep the green hills and not worry about running out of firewood. Suzhou was the hinterland of the Ming Dynasty. No matter how powerful these monster monks with unknown origins were, they could only be strong for a while. It would not be too late for him to mobilize an army to take revenge. As for the
The two imperial prisoners, Zeng Cheng and Peng Jingwei, could only be handed over to each other for the time being.
Eunuch Dai pretended to be calm and clasped his fists, imitating the Jianghu people and said: "Old monk, our mountains will remain green and our waters will flow forever. We will see you again in the future." After saying that, he turned around and left with the officers and soldiers. The old monk nodded slightly, and the sixteen
The monk then moved out of the way and allowed the officers and soldiers to withdraw, leaving only Peng Jingwei and Zeng Cheng standing on the spot.
Peng Jingwei shouted loudly: "Untie us quickly." The old monk ignored them and called on the monks to take them away. The sixteen monks had no expression on their faces and did not do anything despite Peng Jingwei's kicking and scolding.
It looks like he can't understand Chinese at all.
After walking not far, they actually came to the East Garden where they had just been. The door opened silently, and a group of people walked in with great swagger. As expected, there was a cave inside, with beautiful mountains and rivers and exquisite balconies. It can be regarded as the leader among Suzhou gardens. The gate
Hidden in the gatehouses on both sides were dozens of men wearing armor and holding crossbows. Judging from their uniforms, they were definitely not members of the imperial court. This was strange. Swords and bows were not allowed in the Ming Dynasty, but armor and crossbows were contraband.
These people actually dare to possess large quantities of contraband, which seems to be anything but ordinary people.
It’s even more strange to walk inside. The servants coming and going are not dressed as people from the Central Plains. They wear fur hats, leather robes with one arm exposed, and pointed-toed felt boots. This kind of clothing is not even for a well-traveled person.
Peng Jingwei didn't know who he was. When the servants saw the old monk approaching, they all bowed humbly and said "Tashi Delek". The old monk also responded kindly.
Walking further inside, the servant dressed in ordinary clothes disappeared and was replaced by a monk in a dark red robe. His exposed arms were extremely thick. There were bulging weapons hidden under the large monk robe. The guards were quite tight. When they arrived,
In front of a small building, the old monk stopped and spoke respectfully for a few words. Then he said to the two women: "The Living Buddha is going to summon you. Don't make any noise after entering. Follow the instructions of the people inside."
, do you understand?”
Peng Jingwei and Zeng Cheng were already stunned by these inexplicable people, wondering if it was the so-called Living Buddha who ordered our rescue? Then what was the purpose of this Living Buddha? For a moment, they were confused and couldn't think of a clue, so they had to let it go.
The monk untied the ropes from their bodies and scented them with some incense for a while before putting them into the small building.
The old monk's status was obviously not high enough and he was not qualified to follow him in, but something came from inside that seemed to ask the old monk to go in with him. Monks pay attention to abstaining from greed, anger, happiness, and anger. This old monk didn't seem to be a monk either.
Although they were young, they couldn't help but burst into tears at this moment. Peng Jingwei and Zeng Cheng couldn't help but secretly marvel at how powerful this living Buddha's magic power was.
After entering, the room was dim and dim. There were vaguely painted Vajra statues on the walls on both sides. Each of them looked terrifying and breathtaking. Eighteen red-clothed monks wearing strange hats sat on both sides, muttering words, and the atmosphere was terrifying and depressing.
, Peng Jingwei was so frightened that she grabbed Zeng Cheng's lapel, her teeth chattered so hard that she couldn't speak. Zeng Cheng was also very frightened, his legs were shaking non-stop, and he stood there and did not dare to move forward.
There was a golden curtain ten steps in front, and a kind voice came from behind the curtain: "Come closer." The two women bravely walked forward, and the curtain slowly opened, revealing the true face of the person behind them.
It turned out to be an old monk in his seventies or eighties. He was dressed similarly to the young monks outside, both wearing cassocks that exposed his right arm, but his demeanor and cultivation were completely different. Before he spoke, the old monk just turned his eyes.
As soon as they swept, Peng Jingwei and Zeng Cheng felt as if they were bathed in the spring breeze, and their whole bodies were as warm as if they were standing on the beach in summer or in a spring garden, and their nervous moods suddenly relaxed.
After all, he is a Living Buddha. The two of them secretly admired in their hearts. The old monk seemed to have read their hearts. He smiled slightly and said: "The Living Buddha has a destiny with you, so I specially recruited you to serve the Living Buddha."
Peng Jingwei suddenly realized that it was Monk Hua who was pretending to be a ghost. She put her hands on her hips and was about to curse. The old monk stretched out a finger and shook it with a smile: "The living Buddha is not the old man. You will know when you see him." Then he turned to the back and said:
"Your Majesty the King of Dharma."
There was a rumble, and four monks holding peacock feather fans opened the way, followed by eight monks in red carrying a gold-inlaid chariot. Sitting on the brocade cushion was a little baby, only five or six years old, also wearing a small one.
Wearing a red cassock, with a shaved head, the figure is sitting or lying down, leaning on the chariot, with his legs outside and playing around, with a candy man in his mouth, and beside him are a rattle, a big fu, and other toys.
Zeng Cheng couldn't help but tremble when he saw the child, stretched out his hands and shouted in a trembling voice: "猡猡, my son~~" It turned out that the so-called His Majesty the King of France was none other than Liu Kangang, who had been missing for many days.
Just as Zeng Cheng was about to pounce on him, four monks rushed up from both sides to block the way. Liu Kangyang gave up and threw the candy man away, bursting into tears. The old monk hurriedly scolded the monks and quickly got out of the way. Zeng Cheng
Cheng Cheng hugged his lost son, and the mother and son hugged their heads and cried. Peng Jingwei on the side was dumbfounded. This is too outrageous. The good little nephew has become a monk, and he is also a Dharma king. This, this, this, his brain
It's about to explode. What the hell is going on?
After crying for a while, Zeng Cheng stopped crying, touched his son's bald head and asked: "Why did you shave my son's head because we don't want to become a monk? We don't care about being Dharma kings, so let us go quickly!"
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Peng Jingwei also woke up and hurriedly leaned over to help: "Yes! We don't care about being your shabby Dharma king. We are originally the King of Temasek and the Marquis of Ming Dynasty. You bad monks, do you know who the father of this child is?"
I'll scare you to death if I tell you, his father is Liu Ziguang, the Duke of Zhenguo, who is famous all over the country. Do you still want to touch his son?"
The old monk shook his head and sighed: "His Majesty the Dharma King is not anyone's son. He just borrowed a body. In fact, he is the reincarnation of our old Tibetan Dharma King. Our group of people has been searching for the reincarnation of the soul boy in Jiangnan for two years, and it was not until recently that we
Found it, this is also a blessing."
Peng Jingwei said: "Stop talking about those useless things. We don't believe that a spiritual boy is not a spiritual boy. My family is not the one you want. Now we are going back. Whoever dares to stop me will look good!"
The old monk sighed again and said, "Female Bodhisattva, do you think you can still walk now?"