"Moon donor, you broke in without the owner's permission. This is an act of banditry." The white monk's face was as dark as water, but he did not look angry, even though his companion, the bearded Amu, died in front of him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Lu Hanjiang clasped his fists and apologized: "I don't want to come here uninvited. Because the situation is urgent, I have to do this. There is a private room under the master's bed, but this is not a good place to talk."
The white monk stared at Lu Hanjiang in silence for a while, and then said, "Please follow the poor monk."
After saying that, he turned around and took the lead, and Lu Hanjiang slowly followed. He turned his head and glanced at the scene in the room. The panicked woman before was now kneeling on the ground, and the body of the bearded Amu was still warm next to him.
This group of people seems to have a cold nature? Lu Hanjiang thought, and glanced at the white monk in front of him, and said in his heart, maybe it is due to different personal perceptions.
Monk Bai Jing took Lu Hanjiang to the room next door. The two connected rooms were only separated by a bare wall. The wall was painted with Buddhist murals, and the room was filled with Buddhist statues and scriptures.
Lu Hanjiang looked at the furnishings here with great interest and asked curiously: "Master is really a Buddhist?"
The white monk sat down on the ground, facing west and facing east, and said calmly: "This poor monk has been familiar with Buddhism since he was a child, so he is naturally a disciple of Buddhism."
"Buddhism talks about compassion, but why is the master different?" Lu Hanjiang stood with his hands behind his hands and asked, "Is Monk Hu a fellow disciple of yours, a junior brother or a nephew? I killed him, but you didn't react at all?
"
"Donor Yue was deceived by the Central Plains Buddhism. Buddhism talks about the six paths of reincarnation. God can only be merciful, and humans can only be sinful... Moreover, Amu is a slave of the poor monk, not a fellow disciple. The donor wants to kill him and
No problem, just use money to buy his life." The white monk said calmly.
"Oh," Lu Hanjiang sighed strangely and raised his brows slightly: "The master's remarks are amazing. They say that this foreign monk can recite sutras, which is really extraordinary. However, I am short of money and have a lot of money.
No points, but there is a piece of news that may be valuable enough to the master. Would you like to hear it?"
Monk Baijing clasped his hands together and said, "Moon donor, please speak."
Lu Hanjiang smiled, casually took a small Buddha statue and looked at it, and said slowly: "You should have guessed my identity."
Monk Baijing nodded: "There are rumors in the world that the Yue Donor and the Jin Yiwei secretly colluded. What we saw today is enough to prove that this statement is not true."
Lu Hanjiang played with the Buddha statue in his hand. This statue was very different from the Buddhist statues in the Central Plains. It was no longer a Bodhisattva and Arhat with kind eyebrows and good intentions, but an appearance that could be called evil by everyone in the etiquette.
The composition of the Buddha statue is a pair of men and women. The man is sitting cross-legged, and the woman is facing the man, with her legs spread wide, sitting on the man's lap. The two have their arms wrapped around each other, their bodies tightly touching each other, and they are naked in the posture of intercourse.
Lu Hanjiang has a lot of miscellaneous knowledge, and he has also heard that there is an alternative branch of Buddhism in the Western Regions. The core of its method is based on the doctrine of "double cultivation of men and women". Because it is so shocking, it is unique even among many demon sects.
"It's true that the world is full of wonders."
Lu Hanjiang sighed in a low voice, then broke the Buddha statue in his hand into two halves and threw it aside. Monk Baijing's face darkened when he saw it, but he did not stop. He just looked at him with an increasingly cold look.
"cough."
Lu Hanjiang coughed and turned to Monk Bai Jing and said: "Since the master knows, I won't hide it anymore. Jinyiwei has long noticed the county magistrate Fang Huayu here. He is a disciple of Meihua Academy. Who is he loyal to now? You should know
, so you should also be able to guess the grudge between him and Jin Yiwei."
This is a lie. Fang Huayu's appointment as county magistrate was very low-key. Lu Hanjiang had never paid attention to this person's movements before. This discovery was completely accidental.
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But these words sounded different to Monk Baijing. The more cautious people were, the less likely they were to believe in such small-probability events as coincidences, and they would instinctively think about other possibilities.
Judging from the results, it was a fact that Jinyiwei was here. There was no need for the foreign Buddhists who had no interest to attract their attention. After thinking about it, they could only come here to target the local magistrate.
After Monk Baijing figured it out, he said: "It turns out that the benefactor is Dai Jinyiwei. I wonder if there is any place where this poor monk can serve you?"
"Master, it's boring for you to talk like this. The most important thing to do when you are out and about is to be honest."
While talking, Lu Hanjiang casually looked through the scriptures in the room. They were all in foreign languages and he couldn't understand them at all, but he still took the trouble to read them one by one.
"Actually, I am here this time with the sincerity of all your lords. Master has come all the way to the Central Plains. It is impossible for him to dominate only in this corner, right?"
Lu Hanjiang turned his back to Monk Bai Jing, and while reading the scriptures, he said: "Even if the Fox Immortal Tower falls, I believe it is nothing to the master, but what if your arrangements in other places also fall?
?Master, Jin Yiwei’s intelligence capabilities never disappoint.”
The face of the white monk gradually became gloomy, and then became helpless. He knew that this was inevitable. Once they entered the Central Plains, it was inevitable that the Jin Yiwei would come to their door.
"Why?" Monk Baijing asked in a deep voice: "If the sect behind the poor monk enters the Central Plains, the Shaolin Wudang should be worried. The Jin Yiwei should be happy to see this."
"People of the bright side don't speak secretly."
Lu Hanjiang put down the unintelligible scriptures, turned around and looked at Monk Baijing calmly and said: "Jin Yiwei is not interested in your Buddhist sect's fight, but it all depends on who you cooperate with and who you work for...
...I believe that Master should understand what I mean."
"The poor monk understands."
After being silent for a long time, Monk Baijing said: "But there is an old saying in the Central Plains, which is that a loyal minister will not serve two masters. Although the poor monk is not from the Central Plains, he also knows the principle of sticking to one thing and ending with the other."
Lu Hanjiang chuckled: "We also have a saying in the Central Plains, which is that good birds choose trees to roost. Whatever the people behind the master want from those people, I, the Jin Yiwei, can give you double the share."
"...Thank you for your kindness, sir." Monk Baijing sighed.
After Lu Hanjiang finished speaking, he turned and left. When he reached the door, he stopped again and turned around and said, "By the way, I almost forgot about this... Tianquan has sent a letter asking for help, and the Qingcheng faction's masters will arrive soon."
, this news should be enough to exchange for the life of your servant."
Monk Baijing nodded slightly, stood up and bowed: "Moon donor, walk slowly."
It was a long time after Lu Hanjiang left that there was movement from the room next door. The voice of the girl in charge of the flower house sounded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the Jin Yiwei are insidious. Cooperating with them is like cutting meat to feed the tiger."
"The poor monk understands."
Monk Baijing said calmly: "But the cooperation between His Highness and us is not just a plan to use us as swords. The chess pieces are chess pieces after all. If you want to survive, you have to find ways to guess the minds of these chess players.
"
The girl in charge knelt on the ground and gritted her teeth, seemingly unwilling to do so.
"Let this poor monk think about this matter for some time, and then step aside."