Half an hour after Kong Qing left with Master Atu, the belated monk Jizang appeared in the Ganquan Temple that had been smashed into a mess. He looked at the dilapidated surroundings with a serious expression.

"master……"

Monk Zhishi knelt on the ground, his face ashen as death.

"It's all the disciples' incompetence that caused Ganquan Temple to suffer this disaster."

"Get up,"

Monk Jizang looked down at his disciple and comforted him with gentle words.

"You dare to face those Taoist priests from the Taishi Bureau and bravely stand up to protect my ascetics. It is already commendable. How can I blame you as a teacher? Don't kneel down, get up quickly!"

"But,"

Monk Zhishi was still lying on the ground and said guiltily.

"If it weren't for the disciples, I, Ganquan Temple, would not..."

"All appearances are false."

Monk Jizang calmly reached down and rubbed Monk Zhishi's bald head twice with his hand.

"Temple, Buddha statues, scriptures, murals and other things are all false. You have to keep your Zen heart and don't be shaken by these insignificant external things."

"yes!"

After hearing what Monk Jizang said, Monk Zhishi bowed down excitedly.

"Master, you are so wise and radiant..."

Before Monk Zhishi could finish what he said, he saw a monk wearing cassocks running hurriedly from the direction of the main hall, holding a string of tattered rosary beads in his hand.

Material wooden stick.

"Master Jizang, there is something wrong with the magical instruments that are being maintained..."

"Um?"

After hearing what the monk said, Ji Zang immediately stopped caring about comforting the monk Zhishi, and directly took three steps at a time to meet him.

"What's wrong with Wen Yang's magic weapon?"

"like……"

The monk looked sad and handed out the rosary beads and wooden stick in his hand.

"The magic weapon has now transformed into a mortal object."

Ji Zang stretched out his hand to take the rosary beads and wooden staff, glanced at them, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

Snapped!

The wooden staff was thrown to the ground hard and broke into three pieces with a crack.

"This is not our magic weapon at all, these bastards from the Taishi Bureau!"

"..."

Monk Zhishi, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the gloomy Monk Jizang with a confused expression.

Isn’t it said that the Zen mind cannot be moved by external objects?

Whoosh!

With a soft sound, a woman dressed in white and wearing a draped hat descended from the sky and bowed her hands to the Jizang monk.

"Reporting to the Master, the little Taoist priest Qingwei sent Master Atu to the county government office in Wannian County. Half an hour ago, the county government sent Master Atu to the shackles at the gate of the government office, saying that he was responsible for the crime.

Those who violate the law will be exposed to the public for three days and expelled from Chang'an."

"The old monk knows that the purpose of these Taoist priests from the Taishi Bureau is not Master Atu at all, but the magical instruments we have in the temple statues that are warmed by the power of incense."

Snapped!

Monk Ji Zang shook his hand, and a rosary bead still stained with loess was crushed to pieces by him.

"These damn Taishi Bureau thieves!"

"Um……"

Kong Qing, dressed in white, was sitting in front of Huichang Temple in the southwest of Jinchengfang with a little milk cat on his shoulder. He was holding a towel in his hand and carefully wiping a string of ebony beads in his hand.

As the dirt was wiped away bit by bit, this string of beads engraved with some complicated patterns and decorations gradually revealed a dark black background. Although it had been buried in the loess for a long time, the beads were still oily and shiny, as if they had been buried there all along.

It's the same as playing human games.

"call……"

Kong Qing gently blew off the dust on the ebony beads, then nodded with satisfaction and turned the beads in his hand.

"Are you sure that Master A is here at Huichang Temple?"

"That's right!"

Search Fox Twenty-four Niang stood obediently next to Kong Qing and nodded vigorously.

"The slave has been keeping an eye on him for several days. As long as he doesn't eat and drink outside, he should be back soon."

"Eating and drinking?"

Kong Qing raised his head curiously.

"How do you eat and drink together?"

"Um!"

There was a look of disgust on Twenty-four Niang's face.

"This guy basically hears about gatherings and festivals, weddings and funerals, and when the rangers gather to eat and drink. He will come uninvited and shamelessly go in to eat and drink..."

"this……"

Kong Qing touched his chin with his hand.

Why does this expert's behavior sound so familiar?

"More than that..."

The twenty-fourth lady wrinkled her nose and said with disgust.

"Wherever there would be group fights or fights, he would always be there, adding fuel to the flames, inciting the two sides to fight, and then clapping and shouting. When the knights were racing horses, he would bet on them, and he wouldn't pay any money if they lost.

, if I win, I insist on... my lord!"

When she said this, Twenty-four Niang suddenly pointed to the side with her hand.

"He's back, and that person is Master Atu!"

Kong Qing raised his head and looked over, and a slightly familiar Monk Hu appeared in his eyes.

I saw that he was wearing a tattered monk's robe, probably because it had not been washed for a long time, and the original color could no longer be seen. His short, curly hair was piled up on his head in bunches here and there.

, from a distance, it really looks a bit like Buddha’s hairstyle.

He was holding a Zen stick in his hand, but the decoration on it seemed to have been damaged, just like a dark dog-beating stick. If he had an alms bowl in his hand, he could directly join the Beggar Clan and become an elder.

Monk Hu grinned widely and walked towards him, laughing and joking, and the crowds of people he passed began to avoid him.

But he actually deliberately twisted in the crowd in a very naughty way, and rubbed against many people who had no time to avoid them. Then when he saw the other person patting his clothes with a look of disgust, he was leaning on it.

Stick laughed.

The corners of Kong Qing's mouth twitched.

Now he finally understood why he felt that Master A was a bit familiar just now.

This guy's behavior is somewhat similar to that of Jigong hundreds of years later, but he is just a wretched version of Jigong who has gained a lot of weight.

Whoosh!

Kong Qing shook his sleeves, stood up, and said to Twenty-four Niang standing next to him.

"Let's go, let's go back!"

Search Fox Twenty-four Niang looked at Kong Qing and said with some surprise.

"My lord, aren't you here specifically to catch that disgusting guy, Specialist A?"

"Pindao is indeed here to arrest Monk Hu,"

Kong Qingxin turned the rosary in his hand and walked towards the street next to him.

"But instead of arresting this disgusting guy, we are arresting a gentler-looking and cleaner Monk Hu..."

Snapped!

Kong Qing waved his hand, and the snow-white sleeve hit a black paw like a whip, causing the other party to take a breath of cold air.

"hiss……"

"Master A,"

Kong Qing raised his head and looked at a certain dirty monk.
To be continued...