When the night is dark and the wind is high, a black shadow, like a ghost, rises up against the wall of Yanxing Temple and looks inside the wall of Yanxing Temple.
The wind blew through the lantern in the hands of the patrolling monks, swaying the shadows on the ground.
Suddenly, a patrolling monk seemed to have heard something. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the courtyard wall, but could only see the swaying treetops and the pitch-black courtyard wall.
"Huiming, what are you looking at?"
"nothing?"
The patrolling monk turned his head.
"Maybe my eyesight is dazzled. I just seemed to see a black shadow flashing in the direction of the courtyard wall."
Another monk said.
"That might be the shadow of the leaves swaying in the wind. I often feel like something is passing by around me!"
"maybe!"
After a few patrolling monks nodded, they started to move forward with lanterns.
Behind them, a black shadow clung to the ground, passing silently like a snake.
In the abbot's chamber of Yanxing Temple, the great monk Jizang was sitting cross-legged on a futon, holding a mallet in one hand, and a wooden fish in front of him. His eyes were drooping, and he was muttering something.
Suddenly, the great monk Jizang stopped talking and looked towards the window next to him.
"The layman is already here, so why bother lingering outside the window?"
Squeak!
Following the words, the window of the fine room was pushed open silently, and a figure in black came in from the outside.
"In our line of work, accidents are easy to happen, so before entering a house, you should first observe whether there are any mechanisms in the house that would make you laugh, the great monk."
"No problem!"
Jizo put the wooden fish in his hand aside and nodded to the man in black with a peaceful expression.
"The old monk works openly and openly. Lay people can check it out as much as they want. If it doesn't work, we can also go to the courtyard to talk."
"No need!"
The man in black waved his hand.
"According to you, great monk, the less people know about the connection between us, the better. Let's just talk about it here."
"That's fine!"
Monk Jizang still nodded gently.
"Then the layman is here, and the benefactor Jing Jing'er has agreed to take over our commission, right?"
"certainly!"
The man in black said in a hoarse voice.
"It's natural for me, Kong Kong Jingjing, not to do the business that comes to my door."
"That's good!"
The great monk Jizang looked pleased, clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.
"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva, the old monk is still worried that Jingjing'er's benefactor will be unwilling to accept this matter because he is concerned about Qingxiazi."
"Then you can rest assured."
The man in black still said in a hoarse voice.
"Qingxiazi is certainly powerful, but if we don't want him to find us, Su Yuanlang can't find anyone who is empty-handed even if he searches the sea of people."
"Of course, of course!"
Monk Jizang nodded repeatedly.
"Of course this old monk knows, otherwise he wouldn't have entrusted this matter to you."
The man in black lowered his head and looked down at Monk Jizang.
"But Jing Jing'er has his own rules for taking action..."
Monk Jizang pointed to the futon in front of him and motioned for the man in black to sit down.
"But it doesn't matter."
Faced with Monk Jizang's actions, the man in black showed no reaction. His body was still standing in front of the window where it was easiest to escape, as if he would escape from the window at any time, and he coldly stretched out a finger.
"Full payment must be made first."
Monk Ji Zang took back his hand and nodded slowly.
"no problem."
The man in black slowly extended his second finger.
"Kongkong'er will only take one shot, Jingjing'er will only take two shots. After two shots, no matter whether the target is dead or alive, we will be considered clean."
Monk Jizang still smiled and nodded, his tone calm.
"Old monk has heard of the rules of Kong Kong Jingjing, and I can agree with this."
"Then it's settled!"
The man in black took out a piece of contract from his arms, then waved his hand, and the paper flew like a flying knife in front of Monk Jizang, and was nailed to the wooden floor with a loud sound.
"Excuse me, Great Monk Jizang, please draw a pledge!"
"good!"
With a gentle smile on his face, Monk Jizang stretched out his hand to the side. Then he saw that the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table next to him seemed to be held by a hand, flying smoothly towards Jizang's direction.
, suspended in the air.
Then the ink stick jumped up on its own, landed on the inkstone, and began to grind it. When it was almost polished, the writing brush also jumped into the inkstone, dipped the ink in it, and then flew to the contract and drew a pledge.
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The man in black's pupils shrank slightly.
If the difficulty of using zhenqi to turn paper into something like iron sheets or flying knives is ten, then the difficulty of the series of actions performed by Monk Jizang is enough to reach one hundred, or even higher.
Moreover, the distance from where the Jizang monk is sitting to where the pen and ink are placed is much further than the distance to the window.
In other words, if Monk Jizang wanted to deal with him, he might not even have time to step out of the window.
This was Monk Jizang's reaction to his refusal to sit down just now. It was a warning and a reminder.
"call……"
Just when the man in black was wondering, the painting was finished.
Monk Ji Zang reached out and took off the contract lightly, and blew it towards the place where he had just finished drawing. When he raised his hand, the contract seemed to turn into two butterflies, flapping his wings and flying up.
It flew up and down suddenly, until it flew into the sky above him, and then it turned into a contract and fluttered down again, landing right in his hand.
"Actually, there are many things we can cooperate on..."
After seeing that the man in black had taken the contract, Monk Jizang still had a gentle smile on his face and said slowly.
"So I think we don't need to be so wary of each other. Donor, what do you think?"
"Feel sorry!"
The man in black took the contract, turned his body upside down, and disappeared into the night. His last words were heard from a distance.
"In our line of work, accidents are easy to happen, so my answer is, I don't think so..."
After hearing the answer from the man in black, the corners of Monk Jizang's mouth twitched slightly, changing from a gentle smile to a sarcastic smile.
“It doesn’t matter whether you think it’s implemented or not!”
As Monk Jizang spoke, his body disappeared into the air bit by bit.
Whoosh!
A gust of breeze blew past several patrolling monks, causing the lanterns they were holding to sway wildly. The light and shadows were suddenly confused, and the monks were caught off guard.
Just as they were busy protecting the lanterns in their hands, a black shadow silently passed by their sides.
The dark shadow was familiar with the roads, jumping up and down all the way, like a ghost, leaving Yanxing Temple silently, and then followed the wall of the square to the main road, turning into a shadow sticking to the ground, heading towards
Start advancing from the north of Chang'an City.
A quarter of an hour later, the black shadow had once again passed through the wall of Pingkangfang and entered a private house in Pingkangfang.
Whoosh!
A woman wearing night clothes appeared on the roof opposite the house. She stared at the house opposite, her ears twitched slightly, and then her body jumped over again and appeared on another roof.
A few minutes later, a scholar in Tsing Yi walked out of an inn on another street.
Just like those customers looking for flowers and flowers, he blended into the feasting and feasting of Zhongqu with a smile on his face. As he walked, he also looked towards the second floors of the flower buildings on both sides, as if he was checking which young lady was good-looking.
Same.
Finally, as if he had chosen a certain young lady, he nodded and walked towards a flower house next to him with a confident look on his face.
Although it was already late at night, the flower buildings in Pingkangfang were still full of people. A dancer was still performing on the stage in the building, and there were musicians playing on both sides. Can there still be cheers?
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The man in Tsing Yi walked up the stairs to the second floor, found an empty seat and sat down, threw out a handful of coins and ordered some snacks, then sat down calmly.
After a while, the man in Tsing Yi seemed to be in a hurry. He covered his belly and stood up, walking along the corridor next to the inner courtyard of the flower building. After turning the corner, he flexed his fingers and gently
Knocked lightly on the door.
"Enter!"
A lazy voice came from the door.
The man in Tsing Yi pushed the door open and entered, just in time to see a bare-chested man wearing a red coat sitting on a table with a golden sword and a glass of wine in his hand.
After seeing the man in green, the man in red nodded casually.
"Did those bald men agree?"
"agreed!"
The man in green reached into his arms, took out a contract and handed it to the man in red.
"Now I'm just waiting for the other party to give me the money..."
"hehe……"
Before the man in green finished speaking, he saw the man in red sneered, and then he opened his hands and tore the contract into pieces.
"Um……"
After seeing the actions of the man in red, the man in green first showed a puzzled look on his face, and then the next moment, his face became very ugly.
"Has someone tampered with this contract?"
"good!"
The man in red said with a relaxed expression.
"The person following you must have arrived now..."
Before he finished speaking, the man in green heard a click from the window. The body of the man in red who had been standing there had disappeared. Then he heard a slight click from outside, and then
It's the laugh of the man in red.
"Hahahaha... I didn't expect that these bald guys would send such a young lady."
Then, the man in Tsing Yi heard a clear voice.
"kill!"
Then a white light suddenly appeared, and a wind chime on the eaves was hit by the white light and cut into two halves.
"Good skill!"
The man in red came from the window with some frivolous voice.
"It's a pity, it's not enough to deal with someone, hold on!"
Then the man in green heard the muffled sound of a woman and the laughter of the man in red.
"How about it, little lady, why don't you give up your weapons and surrender..."
boom!
Suddenly there was a muffled sound outside the door, and then the man in red was seen flying directly into the house from the window, smashing a few desks.
The scribe in green immediately took a step forward and protected the man in red.
"How are you?"
"No problem!"
The man in red turned over and stood up from the ground.
"I was just attacked by a bald man, nothing serious."