Exiting the Five Views Hall, there is a winding wooden corridor with green tiles covering the roof, redwood pillars one after another, blue and gold cloud patterns and statues of guardian gods under the eaves, adding a sense of sophistication to it.
In the eyes of many monks and pilgrims, Master Guanghong, the most virtuous monk of Tai'an Temple, and a young man in old robes walked slowly side by side. But what is surprising is that Guanghong, who always looks calm and unhurried
The Master's face looked a little ugly at this time, and he was even trembling. Looking at the young man, he was smiling and calm, talking to Master Guanghong.
“The paper from Wuji Paper Shop is very useful.”
"Is this what I used to find the poor monk?"
"almost."
"There are so many people who go to Wu Ji Paper Shop to buy paper every day. How can I tell if I am a poor monk?"
"There is a batch of paper on the Wuji paper floor. Because the children were naughty, they accidentally spilled the dye for dyeing the cloth into it. The paper is a little reddish. I wonder if the Master noticed it?"
"How do you know?"
Master Guanghong's complexion has turned a little pale.
To be honest, he didn't really notice.
Luo Captou was stunned for a moment, but he still handed over:
"Appreciate further details."
"Then the thief is hiding, or..." Mr. Luo paused again, then turned to another matter, "In addition to asking about the stolen goods, we also examined where his method of escaping came from.
He came here, and he actually said he found an ancient book among his grandfather's belongings."
Luo Captou's eyes flashed.
Master Guanghong put his hand into his sleeve robe.
"Absolutely impossible."
Suddenly he remembered the scene when he went to Tai'an Temple to ask for advice a month ago, and Master Guanghong, who was rumored to be a true Taoist, gave him time to bury excrement. Then he remembered that many nobles in the city and even the yamen went to Tai'an Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.
, the scene of talking with Master Guanghong.
Is this right?
"Heart palpitations?" Master Guanghong mustered up his courage, "They are just clay statues. You and I know very well that the Buddha is not here, and neither is the Bodhisattva."
"..."
"Walk slowly."
There were several archers and soldiers hidden in his sleeves on both sides. They were all rolled up and could be transformed with a wave of his hand. However, thinking that the two yakshas were destroyed without a sound that night, he did not dare to act rashly.
The scriptures and texts that I usually read, and the mysteries of Buddhism that I didn’t pay much attention to suddenly came to my mind.
No matter how much he shouted, the fire would not stop.
Do practitioners need so many precious medicinal materials, can they consume so many medicinal materials in a short period of time, and can practitioners become self-taught? These are all knowledge blind spots for him, an ordinary headhunter, but isn't there a master in front of him?
Fortunately, this morning when he saw the damage to Mr. Song's courtyard wall, he already roughly understood that there was probably someone behind the thief.
Song You smiled and waved his hand. Before Luo Captou could continue to be concerned, he took the lead and asked, "I wonder how the interrogation of the escaped thief went?"
He shouted loudly:
After a long time, he stood up quickly and handed over to Song You again: "Luo, I understand. Thank you sir for your advice."
Song You nodded.
"What's the point of taking one step?"
Although he didn't know whether the person who broke into the house last night was a human, a ghost or a monster, just looking at the traces left on the courtyard wall and rain eaves was enough to scare him. However, Mr. Song in front of him didn't seem to care.
Looking at the yard, there are no signs of damage from fighting.
"Sir, the courtyard wall of your home was severely damaged last night, but is it in danger?"
But Song You didn't need to tell him this.
"What if it's true? What if it's not?"
What's amazing is that the fire only burned the skin and flesh, not the clothes. It was as if Master Guanghong had been anointed with oil, and the fire was so intense that in just a few seconds, there was only one piece of clothes left in front of the temple.
Luo Baotou immediately opened his eyes wide and his mind was running wildly.
Have you violated the precept?
Master Guanghong frowned and looked at his back as he walked away.
…
"?"
"Too."
Luo Captou turned around and walked out, his steps were fast and furious, but there was a light shining in his eyes.
Luo Baotou never finished every sentence he said, trailing off his words and looking at Song You.
Song You walked back to Tianshui Lane and happened to bump into Luo Battou. He also heard that Luo Battou was looking for him, so he invited him into the yard.
"!"
"Master Guanghong, whom the class leader had asked for advice, spontaneously ignited a fire in his heart this noon in front of the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas. He loudly begged the Buddha for mercy, but in just a short time, the fire burned him completely, leaving no ashes.
." Song You smiled, "So this guy really shouldn't do anything bad. The squad leader might as well tell this story to the thief in prison, maybe it can impress him."
"Paper horse or paper donkey?"
He felt a raging fire in his chest. At first it was just itchy and hot, and he reached out to scratch it, but it soon became hotter and hotter. The hot feeling started in his heart and spread outward, making his whole body uncomfortable.
Song You also knew that he was consulting him.
Buddha statues and gods are all made of clay, and the ears cannot hear and the eyes cannot see. Even if spirits can appear, the world is so big and the energy of gods and Buddhas is limited. How can they know everything in front of every clay statue?
"But it's just that no one knows about it."
No wonder the person behind the thief knew about this matter so quickly because of Mr. Song's guidance.
Someone had seen Master Guanghong and a young pilgrim walking side by side before, and quickly looked for the young pilgrim. In the direction of the mountain gate, someone saw a calico cat hanging with small steps behind him. He had just reached the temple gate, but
It's also getting further and further away.
Is this right?
"What do you want me to do?"
I was afraid that the person behind the thief came to seek revenge last night.
"I'm very patient." Song Youyou said, "But even if there is no jute paper, the mage ordered a kid to visit me last night. With this kid alone, I can definitely find the mage."
Then you have to reciprocate.
"It's a coincidence that I went to Tai'an Temple today and happened to see a strange thing that I wanted to tell the class leader."
"If there is any, I would like to ask the mage for advice."
"Of course."
Although the method of escaping from the ground has flaws, it is not simple, but has many advantages. For ordinary people who have no relevant foundation to understand it on their own, I am afraid that not only will their progress be extremely slow, but they may also be dangerous during the practice.
Within a few breaths, those faces were in front of him, majestic and terrifying, as if they were questioning him about all the evil things he had done in his life.
"Luo still has official duties to attend to, so he will resign."
Except for the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas in the middle, whose eyes are still lowered and his treasure-like appearance is solemn, the other Bodhisattvas, whether they have kind eyebrows or kind eyes, or are compassionate towards others, all seem to be looking at themselves.
The most terrifying thing are the guardian gods.
"ah!!"
The sound of murmuring sutras reaches my ears.
"no?"
"The Master and I happened to buy that batch. And that batch of paper was not produced in large quantities. I went to ask the shopkeeper. During that time, there were only a dozen people who came to buy jute paper, and only a few people who bought large sheets of jute paper.
There are only three people the shop owner knows and can remember."
I originally thought that since this monk had the technique of Paper Yaksha, I might be able to learn the technique of Paper Horse from him, which would save me a lot of effort and enrich Fulong Temple's spell library in the future. In this way, I would spare his life.
Not impossible.
"The poor monk is guilty!
"The poor monk knows his mistake!
"Buddha, spare your life!"
Master Guanghong couldn't help shouting.
Song You showed a look of regret.
pity.
Only then did Song You answer Master Guanghong's previous question: "Master is a member of the Buddhist sect, and he should have good intentions and compassion. However, Master borrowed the hands of others to steal treasures in the city, and then he escaped.
The Dharma Empress actually harbored a grudge and sent Yakshas with the intention of causing harm. It is hard to say that she is a member of the Buddhist sect... I am very curious, doesn’t the Dharma Master feel frightened when he faces these golden bodies of the Buddha every day?"
Song You did not answer. He only glanced at the door couplet and bowed to Master Guanghong:
Many monks, pilgrims and even people staying here heard the sound and rushed over.
"It's okay."
Master Guanghong was horrified and frightened, his heart was beating fast. Suddenly, the sound seemed to be like a drum, thump, thump, thump, and with each beat of the drum, the angry faces of the protectors appeared on his face.
The eyes become bigger and closer to him.
It's just that I can break your magic because of my ability. As for whether you have this ability, that's your business.
"polite."
The calico cat stopped and looked back.
"I don't know how you can defeat the poor monk Yaksha's method?"
Have you ever felt at ease?
Just left like that? Or were you playing some trick?
When he came to his senses, he turned around and found that the two of them had just arrived at the entrance of the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas.
Or is this just the battle of wits between experts?
"Thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, hundreds-of-year-old wild ginseng, high-quality dragon bones, etc. are all medicinal materials that have been around for a long time."
Such speculation in his mind did not affect Capt. Luo's reply: "We have been interrogating these days, and we have also recovered part of the stolen goods from the thief. But it is a bit clever, all we have recovered is gold and silver.
Jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, as well as the rare medicinal materials hidden in the houses of various nobles, are all missing. The thief only said that he ate them all in order to practice the art of escape from the earth."
He was already glaring with anger, but now it seemed like everyone was staring at him.
Or……
"oh?"
Everyone present was shocked and inexplicable.
"What medicinal materials are there?"
It seems there is no more.
"Have you looked for it next to each other?"
No wonder every crime is so precise.
"Master has been in Tai'an Temple for many years. He has both cultivation and Taoism. Why panic?" Song You smiled, and then asked, "Master can use paper yaksha, but can he use the method of paper horse or paper donkey?"
Master Guanghong suddenly turned pale.
However, they saw the highly respected Master Guanghong's body ignited with flames from the inside out, causing him to roll on the ground and his face was distorted.
"Take care, mage."
Wasn't there a fight?
Luo Cap paused for a moment, then looked at Song You: "Luo doesn't know much about this aspect. I wonder if practitioners..."
"I am proficient in fire magic."
No wonder someone attacked Mr. Song at night.
"..."
There are gaps in the tiled roof of the palace to let light through. Small beams of light shine down from the top of the head. They pass through the heavy smoke in the palace and outline a clear shape. They shine on the floor, the altar, and the golden body. Master Guanghong is shocked.
I felt that all the familiar golden Buddha statues seemed to have changed.
No wonder...
Luo Captou had known for a long time that Mr. Song was a real master and that he would gain something by coming to ask for advice, but he did not expect that the gain would be so great.
Thinking like this, he suddenly bit his teeth again——
How dare that bald donkey play tricks on him like this! If it hadn't been for Mr. Song's guidance, he would have been kept in the dark, and the bald donkey would have been at large and still treated as a guest of the nobles in his city!
Correspondingly, Mr. Song, who was across the door from him, felt more and more unfathomable.