Approaching the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Hu Xiaotian heard footsteps in front of him. Although he had changed into a foreign monk's clothes, he did not understand the language after all. Meeting on a narrow road would probably cause a lot of trouble, so he jumped into the air and landed on the roof on the right.
Looking down from the top, I saw four monks marching slowly in a line with neat steps. Their steps were consistent and their eyes were empty. Every step seemed to be accurately calculated, and the rhythm of their steps was almost exactly the same.
This place is not far from the Scripture-Depository Pavilion. According to their prior plan, Hu Xiaotian would rush to the Scripture-Depository Pavilion and set fire to it half an hour after breaking up with Ji Feihua. The purpose was not to burn down the Scripture-Depository Pavilion, but to attract
The attention of all the monks in Fanyin Temple.
After the four monks walked away, Hu Xiaotian was about to jump down when he heard the sound of the door opening in the yard next to him. He stopped in a hurry and hid on the roof to follow the sound.
Two people came out, one was a monk, and the other was from the Central Plains. Hu Xiaotian recognized this person at the first sight as the mute next to the ghost doctor Fu Cui.
But now the mute man not only spoke, but also his voice was loud and full of energy. Perhaps he got to the point of pleasant conversation and let out a series of loud laughs. Hu Xiaotian looked at it carefully again. Yes, this guy is definitely a ghost.
There is no doubt that the mute doctor next to him, this ghost doctor Fu Cui, has always been a big liar from the beginning of his acquaintance to now, and has never told the truth at all.
Hu Xiaotian secretly sighed in his heart. Compared with the ghost doctor Fu Cui, he was still a little less powerful after all. Even his disciples were so clever and easily deceived him. In fact, it was no wonder that Hu Xiaotian was there. The other party didn't speak and how could he pretend to be mute?
Identify?
The monk took the mute and walked towards the Sutra Pavilion. Hu Xiaotian waited for the two of them to go far away before following him. For temples, the Sutra Pavilion is often the most heavily guarded place, because it contains the temple's treasures.
It contains Buddhist scriptures, so outsiders are usually not allowed to enter. Seeing that the mute can go all the way unimpeded, it shows how close he is to the Fanyin Temple.
Hu Xiaotian saw the opportunity and flew from the wall. In one breath, he had already passed through the open space between the wall and the Sutra Pavilion. His body landed steadily on the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion like a big bird. He chose
On the shady side, his body was close to the gilt vase on the top. He quickly took off the outer monk's robe, revealing the pure white ferret tights underneath. He lay on the snow-covered roof, as if he was standing with the snow.
Integrate into one.
The time Hu Xiaotian chose to fly was exactly when the mute entered the gate of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. The entrance of the mute attracted the attention of many monks, which provided a cover for Hu Xiaotian's sneaking in.
The structure of the library is different from that of the buildings in the Central Plains. It is a three-story dome structure. Hu Xiaotian raised his head and looked at the sky. It was almost the appointed time. He moved to the unmanned side, hooked his feet on the eaves, and his body was like a big bat.
He usually hangs upside down on the eaves, takes out the crossbow arrows from his waist, aims at the hole in the transom, and shoots five phosphorus rockets one after another.
Follow the young novice to the back hall. The back hall is shimmering with light, but you can see that the four walls are all densely packed with Buddhist niches. In each niche, there is a long bright lamp. The young novice slowly puts the butter lamp on the swastika platform in the middle, and then
He put his hands together and said respectfully: "Master, they are here!"
The swastika began to rotate slowly, turning more and more rapidly. In the end, the outline of the swastika could no longer be seen clearly. As it rotated, the swastika began to settle. In the center of the hall, where the swastika originally belonged, a figure about two feet in diameter appeared.
The lotus pond is filled with steam and mist.
Ji Feihua secretly thought that this Living Buddha was quite mysterious. Could it be that he would appear from the lotus pond?
The young novice said: "Your Highness, please take a bath and change your clothes!"
Xima glanced at Ji Feihua. She only knew that she came to Fanyin Temple to receive blessings from the living Buddha, but she didn't know the process. Before, everything was arranged by the high priest Yasu. Now Yasu was just pretending, and she didn't
Worried about wearing clothes.
Ji Feihua glanced at the little novice monk and said, "Little master, aren't you going to avoid it?"
The young novice said: "I was about to avoid it." He stepped back step by step and soon disappeared into the darkness.
Ji Feihua's consciousness had swept in all directions at this moment. She didn't notice the presence of other people around her, so she sent a message to Xima into the secret passage: "It doesn't matter if you do as you do!"
Sima bit her lips. Although it was not her first time to take a bath and change clothes, it was her first time to take off her clothes in front of a completely unfamiliar woman. She suppressed her inner shyness, went to the lotus pond, and took off her clothes.
She took off everything and carefully walked into the lotus pond. The water was rippling with blue waves, warm and comfortable. Xima immediately forgot her shyness and fear when she walked into the water.
At this time, the water in the lotus pond that was originally calm suddenly started to spin. Xima was shocked. Before she could react, a big hole appeared under the pond. She screamed and her body fell down. Ji Feihua had already reacted immediately.
He came over, slapped with one palm, and a strong attraction wrapped around Sima's delicate body, saving her from the momentum of falling. At the same time, he unfolded the white bath towel and wrapped it up layer by layer.
Peng! There was a loud sound, water splashed everywhere, and under the reflection of the light, the water mist showed colorful brilliance. A figure flashed in the mist, but it was a young and handsome monk. The monk was no more than thirty years old, with sharp eyebrows.
He has extraordinary handsome eyes. He is wearing a pure snow-white monk's robe. The monk's robe is spotless. His body is actually floating in the void. His feet are one foot away from the ground. There is mist around him, but not a single drop of water falls on him.
His body and appearance are clearly from the Central Plains.
The shock in Sima's heart made her forget her fear. She never thought that the Living Buddha Jialuo, whom the Black Hu people worshiped throughout the country, was actually a man from the Central Plains.
The monk in white had a calm look in his eyes, and he cast his gaze on Ji Feihua. Ji Feihua knew that the martial arts she had just shown was enough to prove that she was definitely not the high priest Yasu. She also reacted very quickly. She grabbed Sima's throat and looked at Baiyi coldly.
Monk.
The monk in white sighed and said: "Actually, there is no difference between life and death. The target you have chosen after all your efforts is definitely not the princess. You should also know that the poor monk will never be threatened by you. You are doing this just to make the poor monk
I believe that you are threatening the princess, but you are actually trying to save her." He stared at Princess Sima with his deep eyes and said, "Why would Her Majesty the Princess help outsiders to harm this poor monk?"
Xima was shocked. She didn't expect that the monk in white could see so clearly. She bit her lips and said, "Living Buddha, save me..." There was still a glimmer of extravagant hope in her heart, hoping that Jialuo Living Buddha would not discover the flaw.
The monk in white clothes smiled and said: "Everyone in the world is counting on the Living Buddha to redeem themselves. In fact, no one in this world can save you. The only one who can redeem yourself is yourself." While speaking, he looked at Ji Feihua, and these words sounded like
It seems to be answering Sima, but in fact it is aimed at Ji Feihua.
Ji Feihua looked at the monk in white quietly. She let go of Xima. She took a bath in the lotus pond just now. The sudden danger was actually just a plan by the other party to find out her details. It seemed that the other party had already suspected her. Ixima
As a test, he exposed his skills because of Sima's danger, and thus exposed his identity.
Ji Feihua nodded and said: "Yes, the only one who can redeem yourself is yourself." She took a step forward, blocked in front of Xima, and said to Xima through sound transmission: "Leave here, the further away you are.
The better.”
Xima bit her lips and turned around to run away. There was only one thought left in her mind to escape from here and meet with Hu Xiaotian as soon as possible.
The monk in white didn't make any move, as if he didn't see Xima's escape. He had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were indifferent: "The donor tried his best to sneak into the Golden Dome Hall in order to see me.
Or kill me?"
Ji Feihua said: "The people of Heihu probably don't know that the living Buddha they worship so much is actually a Central Plains person?" She no longer spoke the Heihu language and spoke directly in the language of the Central Plains.
Living Buddha Jialuo said calmly: "People are divided into national boundaries and races. How can Buddhas have these distinctions and definitions? What the donor said is really ridiculous."
Ji Feihua said: "It seems that some people really think of themselves as Buddhas?"
Living Buddha Jialuo said: "Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. Anyone who has a Buddha in his heart will become a Buddha!"
Ji Feihua said: "Buddhist disciples are all empty of the four elements. Since you think you are a Buddha, why can't you let go of the greed in your heart?"
Living Buddha Jialuo smiled and said, "The poor monk didn't understand what the donor said."
Ji Feihua said: "If a person doesn't even dare to admit who he is, what qualifications does he have to enlighten the world and falsely claim to be a Buddha? Even though you are ever-changing, you still can't deceive me in the end. Master Minghui, do everyone in this Fanyin Temple know?
Do you know that the living Buddha they believe in was originally from Tianlong Temple?"
Living Buddha Jialuo Gujing Bubo's eyes finally showed ripples. Although this weak fluctuation was fleeting, it still did not escape Ji Feihua's keen gaze. Living Buddha Jialuo sighed softly and said: "The poor monk is far away.
Right or wrong, why do you have to fight each other so hard?" This sentence clearly acknowledged his identity.
Ji Feihua said: "There is nothing in the first place, so how can you stir up dust? If you don't take the initiative to stir up this dispute, how can others think that you are still alive in this world?"
Living Buddha Jialuo smiled and said: "No one will think of it soon." The plain and kind smile disappeared in an instant, and the cold murderous intent spread out from his body, covering every inch of the back hall in all directions.
The ever-burning lamps on the surrounding Buddhist niches were struck by the murderous aura, and their flames trembled.
Ji Feihua stood quietly, her eyes still calm and calm. The butter lamp not far in front of her had the same flame and calm as before..., your support is my greatest motivation.)
