Chapter 44: I am a smoker, not someone who grinds mirrors in the dust.
boom!
A loud noise suddenly alarmed the famous monks who were sitting in the reed shed in the square in front of the Zhuangyan Temple Pagoda, talking loudly, discussing mysteries and Zen.
Just when they looked over in a blink of an eye, they saw the eminent monk Fazheng, who had been calm and unhurried just now, rushing out of the meditation room and heading towards the north side of Zhuangyan Temple.
Ran in the direction.
call!
After a gust of wind blew by, Monk Fazheng's back had disappeared through the gate across the courtyard on the north side.
The eminent monks and celebrities who were talking about the profound state of mind of the Great Monk Fazheng, who could be said to be unshakable by the eight winds, looked at each other, and for a moment they didn't even know what they should say?
Things developed quite suddenly!
For a moment, the scene suddenly fell into embarrassment...
"Ahem..."
After everyone was silent for a while, it was still the handsome middle-aged man in his forties or fifties who was dressed richly. He was born in the Xiao family of Lanling, the seventh son of Xiao Kui, Emperor Ming of Liang, and now the internal historian of the Tang Dynasty.
, Shangshu's right servant shot Xiao Yu and coughed twice, then opened his mouth and said as if nothing had happened.
"Be as still as a virgin, move like a stray rabbit, just now it was too late, and now it is too fast. Master Fa Zheng is practicing it personally to declare to us that if it is slow, it is fast, and there is no delay without speed. Monk Fa Zheng is really profound in Buddhism. As expected,
He is worthy of being a disciple of the eminent monk and initiation master of the Lotus Sect."
Just after his words came out, all the famous monks and masters present seemed to come to life again.
"That's right, that's right..."
"I see……"
"Ashamed, ashamed, I was so slow for a moment that I didn't understand the meaning of Master Fa Zheng at all. If we hadn't been here with Xiao Shangshu today, I'm afraid everyone still wouldn't be able to understand the profound meaning..."
"The great monk Fazheng can write it, and Xiao Shangshu can interpret it. Both of them are deeply versed in Buddhism..."
"Sure enough, Xiao Shangshu has profound Buddha nature, and he will definitely achieve enlightenment in this year!"
"..."
When a plump mature woman surnamed Yang who was sitting in a reed shed in the corner of the square saw the scene of Monk Fazheng running wildly, her originally listless expression suddenly became full of interest.
What's so nice about preaching and preaching? How can it be as interesting as this kind of music...
Not to mention, when Monk Fazheng runs, the flesh on his body bounces, which is really interesting.
Normally he always looks sanctimonious, but I really can't tell that Monk Fazheng is so talented. The turbulent breasts on his chest actually look no smaller than himself.
Did he forget to tie the cloth today?
A certain mature woman surnamed Yang sat calmly, with a solemn look on her face. Her private thoughts had no idea where they were going.
Compared with a middle-aged fat man like Fazheng, it is true that a young and beautiful boy is more in line with his own wishes. For example, if Priest Qingwei is now outside the temple, I wonder if Priest Qingwei will follow him if he starts running.
The great monk Fazheng was trembling...
But it shouldn't be the case. The last time I touched it, it seemed to be hard.
Oops, I really want to take a look!
…
Just when these famous monks and masters in the square in front of the Zhuangyan Temple Pagoda began to compliment each other skillfully, the great monk Fazheng had already run all the way from the square in front of the Zhuangyan Temple Pagoda behind the Zhuangyan Temple to the side courtyard near the north gate of the temple.
boom!
Kicking open the ajar door, Monk Fazhengda walked in from the outside of the courtyard with a gloomy face. What he saw were a dozen warrior monks arranged in random directions in the courtyard. The one in the middle
The tallest one is his close confidant, Monk Jingyan.
Each of these monks lay in a mess, as if they had no bones, and fell limply to the ground. Five or six of the monks still had bright red bloodstains on their wrists or ankles.
Monk Jingyan and two or three other monks, who were lying on several futons in the middle of the yard, barely leaning against the flower bed, had bright red blood stains on their wrists and ankles, and even the hem of the monk's robe.
.
Even when they saw Monk Fazheng coming in, Monk Jingyan and others did not take any action, but still had empty eyes and a look of despair.
Monk Fazheng squatted down without feeling dissatisfied, grabbed Monk Jingyan's arm, and looked over carefully.
As his arm was raised, his palm drooped weakly, and the blood mark on his wrist was a straight line. It was obvious that someone was holding a sharp instrument and cut off Monk Jingyan's hand tendon with one knife...
This wound is enough to show that the person who did it not only had a steady hand and a very sharp weapon, but also had a very good understanding of the tendons and veins of the arm. This knife destroyed the tendons and veins, but did not hurt other parts of the wrist.
Definitely a master!
Then Monk Fazheng lifted up Monk Jingyan's robe with his hand, glanced down, then threw the robe down, took a deep breath, and said with a gloomy face.
"Who can tell me what happened?"
"Yes, that's it,"
A monk with no scars on his hands and feet, but also leaning to one side with a red mark on his face, said in a weak tone. "Senior Brother Jingyan found a few of us this morning and said he would take us to complete the Fa-rectification."
Uncle Master, you gave him an order..."
"The order I gave him?"
Monk Fazheng frowned and asked a question.
"Yes, it is!"
The monk whose hands and feet were intact said intermittently.
"Senior Brother Jingyan said you asked him to arrest a young Taoist who dares to set up a divination stall in front of our Zhuangyan Temple..."
That’s right!
As soon as the monk said this to Monk Zhengda, he remembered that he had indeed told Monk Jingyan to arrest the young Taoist Qingwei who was born in the sect of Taoist Xuancheng in Qingdu Guan...
Because in the thirteenth year of Daye, Taoist Xuancheng once did a great thing, and thus gained the favor of a noble man in this dynasty.
Although it is said that Taoist Xuancheng is dead now, and the noble man seems to be depressed recently, locking himself in his own house all day long, without seeing outsiders, the little Taoist Qingwei, as a direct disciple of Taoist Xuancheng,
I'm sure you can make that noble person love you and have sex with you for a while.
As long as this little Taoist priest can be controlled, and with the support of that noble man, Zhuangyan Temple may be able to return to the grand occasion of the Sui Dynasty, when all the scholars came and went, and everyone talked and laughed.
Even after His Majesty the Dragon controls Bintian, it is still unknown whether he can go further!
But what he didn't expect was that things would turn out like this.
"It goes without saying..."
Monk Fazheng waved his hand and jumped directly to the key point.
"Tell me how you ended up like this?"
"Yes, Uncle Fazheng..."
The monks whose hands and feet were intact did not dare to neglect and repeated their afternoon situation. When he and others arrived at noon, how did Jingming see Gao Shugui and the little Taoist priest come to a secluded place, how did Senior Brother Jingyan lead them
I waited for others to surround me, but when I started to do it, they all coughed and cried, and then fell to the ground.
"Then the little Taoist priest took the sword and walked up to us. After staring at everyone for a while, he drew the sword and cut off their hands and feet. I could see clearly from the side that some of the brothers received two blows.
, some were slapped, and Senior Brother Jingyan, Senior Brother Jingming and others were not only slapped four times, but the little Taoist priest also hit their crotches..."
"You don't have to say anything!"
Monk Fazheng interrupted the monk's words, stood up, twirled the rosary in his hand, walked around all the injured, and then looked at the monk with intact limbs with cold eyes, gloomy
said.
"Then can you tell me why all the brothers who went out together were injured, but you are the only one who is intact?"
"this……"
The monk reluctantly shook his head and nodded in the direction of Monk Jingyan.
"After the little Taoist priest chopped off the person, he took out a piece of paper like a magic trick, wrote something unknown on it, stuffed it into Senior Brother Jingyan's clothes, and said that was the reason why he did it."
Monk Fazheng looked at the monk with cold eyes for a while, then turned his head and said to the novice monk Mingxin next to him.
"Go and search your Uncle Jingyan's body to see if there is any paper."
After hearing what he said, the novice monk Mingxin cautiously came to the still unconscious monk Jingyan, squatted down and started groping on his body.
Soon, Monk Fazheng saw Mingxin take out two folded white papers from Monk Jingyan, then stood up, holding the white papers with both hands, and brought them to him.
"Uncle Master, I found it!"
Monk Fazheng hesitated for a moment, took out a pair of gloves from the sleeves of his monk's robe and put them on. Then he took the paper, held his breath, and opened it carefully.
The first piece of paper was densely written with a lot of small characters, and the handwriting was so delicate that Monk Fa Zheng could not imagine how thin a brush he had to use to write such small characters on the paper.
But the next moment, Monk Fazheng completely ignored the issue of handwriting...
Because what is written on this piece of paper is evidence that the monks lying on the ground have committed crimes, and most of the things in it are true...
Because those things were arranged by Monk Fa Zheng for them to do!
At the bottom of the page is a list of each monk's name and the crime they committed.
"you……"
Monk Fazheng suddenly raised his head and looked at the monk whose limbs were intact. "What is your Dharma name..."
"Clean... clear!"
Although I didn't know what Monk Fazheng meant by asking this question, the monk still answered honestly.
After Monk Fazheng quickly glanced at the piece of paper, he finally understood.
The number of disabled limbs of these monks is related to the size of their crimes on this piece of paper. People like Jingming who are often sent out to do things by themselves have been stabbed four times. If there is any insult to women during the mission,
, they were all castrated.
Because this Jingkong was young and had not done many tasks, it was preserved.
"Damn..."
Monk Fazheng made a squeaking sound from his mouth, threw his hands and threw the two pieces of paper to the ground in anger, and said viciously.
"This damn little Taoist priest actually dares to judge the people of my Zhuangyan Temple and execute them. Who does he think he is?"
Seeing the furious look of Monk Fazheng, the other monks in the courtyard suddenly became silent.
A gust of wind blew by, causing the two pieces of paper with writing on the ground to flutter, revealing a neatly written poem.
The green snake in my sleeve gleams against the bright sun, and the fairy fruit in my view is full of everlasting spring.
I am a visitor outside the mist, not a mirror grinder in the dust.