The moon and stars are sparse, the night is like frost, and the green bamboos are rustling.
On the outskirts of Lizhou City, on the Yudong River, a small boat drifted along the river bank.
Two tantric monks, not operating the boat, were sitting at the bow and stern of the boat.
The boat carried the two of them along the river bank, as if it knew how to find its own way, and turned into a forest on the river bank.
The dense trees have lush branches and leaves, and the shadows hang as low as a barrier, almost reaching the river. A deep cave entrance appears at the end of the clear water.
"Senior brother is dead."
"Death at the hands of evil spirits."
"Could someone have discovered our whereabouts?"
The two monks fell silent for a moment. The boat under them went straight into the cave like the wide mouth of a mountain ghost without any stagnation, and disappeared into the vast darkness.
In the cave, a monk in red clothes with bare arms is lying on his side. He is leaning on his face with his left elbow, twisting the seals with his hands, bending his right knee, placing his right elbow on his knee, and holding a string of rosary beads casually between his fingers.
"How are things going?"
"Head of the class, senior brother Sang Xi is dead."
A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the monk in red, but he soon chuckled and said: "I already knew before this happened that Sang Xi did not die, but was summoned by the Karmapa to take off her mortal body and go to the Paradise of Paradise.
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The two monks looked ecstatic, with a hint of fanaticism in their eyes.
The monk in red continued: "This matter is related to the fate of the country of Tubo. It is also related to whether the light of Buddhism can shine on the lost people of the Tang Dynasty. It is related to the blessings of hundreds of millions of people. You must not slack off."
"I will obey the order of the class leader!"——
Jinling, Xue Mansion.
The young master came back and brought two people with him.
A Taoist priest, a middle-aged man with a big calculation on his back.
They already knew the big iron abacus among them, he was the one who secretly checked the accounts last time.
Unexpectedly, he escaped and almost recovered his strength, so he came back to kill him.
"Xue Jing! You're a rip-off, and you're actually a Tatar behind my back. Do you want to kill our Xue family?"
Xue Jing sneered and said: "Master, you have always been stupid, but now you are even more stupid. Now that you know, do you still dare to come back?"
He looked around and said proudly: "If you don't look at this Xue Mansion, is his surname still Xue?"
Xue Pan screamed angrily. The stewards of his house, the clerks and even the bastards who usually followed him around and yelled at him all stood behind Xue Pan.
"Idiot, the yamen has also been bribed by us. We were worried about how to trick you back and kill you, but you came back on your own. Hahahaha, young master, you still cooperate with us servants as always."
Xue Wei waved his hand, and a large number of people poured in from outside. These people had solemn faces and various weapons in their hands. They were monks at first glance.
Xue Pan couldn't help but took a step back and happened to bump into Zhang Sanfeng.
The latter chuckled, gave him a hand, and whispered: "It's okay, it's easy to deal with."
Xue Pan's fear was clearly visible to the stewards, and they all started laughing again.
Although Xue Pan didn't have any abilities, he loved face most. Being laughed at by so many people made him extremely embarrassed.
He plucked up the courage, waved his fist and said, "I'm going to let you thieves, who are picking on the inside and outside, see how powerful the wealthy elders of the serious sect are."
He closed his eyes and waved his hand, and everyone on the opposite side was swept up by a strong wind and fell to pieces.
Xue Pan was overjoyed, "I've done it!"
Zhang Sanfeng jumped up from behind him, tapped Xue Pan on the shoulder, and then a Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram appeared in his hand.
Almost in an instant, everyone was subdued, and their hands and feet were bound by a wisp of green energy.
Xue Pan opened his mouth in shock, and Jiang Qin also looked shocked.
What kind of strength is this?
No wonder the headmaster said that just one of his disciples was enough.
After Zhang Sanfeng landed, he clapped his hands and said, "Now it's time to talk to Ying Tianfu."
At the same time, in a tavern in Jinling, Monk Dao Yan frowned.
Such strong spiritual power
He looked up and saw that the place where the spiritual power was fluctuating was not far from him.
Opposite him, Tang Saier stuffed a bun in his mouth, chewed it hard for a few times, swallowed it and asked: "Master monk, do you want to meddle in other people's business again?"
Dao Yan laughed and said: "Whatever happens in Ming Dynasty is not a trivial matter to me."
"Are you going to take a look?" Tang Sai'er knew the monk's temper and he would definitely go, so Tang Sai'er had already started packing.
After stuffing a few into my mouth, I wrapped a few more in oil paper.
"The person who took action this time was a Taoist priest with profound cultivation. I guess he was another old monster." Dao Yan grabbed Tang Sai'er's hand and walked vigorously, with the corners of his clothes fluttering fiercely.
"Great monk, I am a Taoist disciple, why do you insist that I follow you to learn Buddhism?" Tang Saier asked vaguely.
"Because you were born with Buddha light."
"What is Buddha's light?"
Dao Yan smiled and said: "Buddha is a position. Some people spend their entire lives and have extremely pious beliefs, but they cannot touch the corners of the Buddha's light. And some people, with just a little guidance, can become a Buddha instantly. Like this
We call people who have Buddha light."
"I know!" Tang Saier said with a smile: "Just like the great monk Lu Zhishen of Xinxiangguo Temple, the head teacher said that he has the light of Buddha."
"Lu Zhishen?" Dao Yan smiled and said, "Yes, you are the same kind of people."
By the time he said these words, Dao Yan had already arrived at Xue's Mansion. When he opened the door, he saw Xue Pan and three others escorting Xue Jing to Yingtian Mansion.
Xue Pan recognized this monk. He frowned and said, "Free monk, and this little Taoist nun who is not from our sect, named Lu Lu or something like that."
Everyone knows about Dao Yan at Zhengjing Sect, because he is always the first to arrive when it's time for dinner, and he has a huge appetite. He is also extremely lazy and doesn't do any work.
"Elder Fool. Lu is my master's last name, and my name is Tang Sai'er."
"Oh, yes, I am talking about Tang Sai'er." Xue Pan put on a serious face, assumed the authority of an elder, and asked: "Tang Sai'er, what are you doing here?"
"This great monk ate too much of our food. I followed him and ate all of us, and then returned to the sect after eating." Tang Saier said with a smile.
Dao Yan ignored them and stared at Zhang Sanfeng.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Dao Yan asked politely.
He did not believe that this Taoist priest was an unknown person.
"I am a disciple of the great sage Li Yu, and I am Zhang Sanfeng of the orthodox sect."
Dao Yan's eyes moved, he nodded and smiled: "Yes, indeed a hero comes from a young age, what are you doing?"
"I caught a few cheating people. Not only did they cheat on Xue Mansion, they also cheated on Ming Dynasty. They even secretly traded with the Tatars behind the family master's back. It's a heinous crime!"
Xue Pan couldn't get over his anger after saying that, so he kicked Xue Wei on the calf. The pain made him cry at the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't move.
When Dao Yan heard this, he looked solemn and looked at the leading stewards. His expression was very calm, he did not glare angrily, nor did he yell and accuse.
When Xue Wei took one look at him, he suddenly felt trembling all over, and his liver and gallbladder were frightened. His spirit was on the verge of collapse, and his brain could no longer move normally, and he relied entirely on memory and instinct to speak.
At this time, it is very difficult for people to lie. It’s not that they don’t want to, but that they can’t do it.
Under the gaze of this great monk, he felt unprecedented pressure and his whole body was extremely nervous.
Dao Yan spoke slowly and asked: "Who is behind you?"
"Jia Jia Mansion."
"Jia Mansion?" Dao Yan sneered and said, "Those two old guys have lived too long."
