"The poor monk Hui'an has met Almsgiver Li. If you like to play and watch, come here... There is a strong wind in the mountain. The young monk will take shelter here. Will it not affect your mood? Don't worry, the young monk will not stay in vain. He will chant sutras, meditate and pray for blessings.
The young monk still knows a little about how to eliminate disasters."
The young monk was in his thirties, handsome in appearance, spoke pure Mandarin, and his words were well-spoken. He had a unique ethereal air. When he spoke at the door of the hotel, it was as if he was preaching in a temple, with a slight echo.
I heard my grandpa say that this is also a kind of skill that allows sound and air to resonate, which can produce unexpected power and even control people's emotions.
The monk has a ring scar on his head, talks and gestures like a real monk. It's just that the opening sentence "The wind is strong in the mountains" has a special meaning and hints at it.
"Are you from the mountains?" Li Qingyun did not shy away from the onlookers and walked straight to the monk. At a relatively dangerous distance, he squatted there and looked at the monk who was sitting cross-legged in meditation.
"I come from the mountains." The monk answered honestly.
"Bringing blue flowers and grass?" This question was not asked by Li Qingyun, but by Tongtong and Maomao who were making noise in the crowd.
"The mountains are full of snow and there is no grass." The monk seemed unable to hear the children's joke and still answered seriously.
Li Qingyun smiled. He didn't know whether he meant "snow" or "blood", but it didn't matter. Since his grandfather went into the mountains, he would always ask for an explanation and would not play chess or chat with those monks.
"You came out of the temple just to chant sutras here? To avoid the wind and snow?" Li Qingyun continued to ask.
"People who don't deserve to die here have died, and the poor monk is here to atone for their sins. I hope that from now on, everyone can be happy and healthy, without worries or disasters. The poor monk is very honest, and I hope that Almsgiver Li will be successful." The monk lowered his head and looked after himself.
Said himself.
"It doesn't mean you will be healthy just because you say you are healthy. It doesn't mean you are worry-free if you say you are worry-free. If you want to see me, your purpose has been achieved. Now you can come to my house to talk. If you are here to stir up trouble, even more
We should come to my house to talk." After saying that, Li Qingyun stood up and made a gesture of invitation.
The young monk stood up, bowed to the onlookers, and then said with a smile: "That's what I meant, so I won't bother you."
In full view of everyone, Li Qingyun took Hui'an to the courtyard of the villa on the farm. As soon as he entered the small courtyard, Hui'an frowned and looked around before saying: "The feng shui is good, but there is some yin energy and resentment. Donor Li
.There have been lives lost here.”
Li Qingyun stood at the door of the living room, stopped, turned around, and said with a smile: "The energy of yin and yang is born from heaven and earth, and it can be found everywhere. As for resentment? Haha, who will you blame if you die?"
"Haha..." Hui'an smiled bitterly, unable to refute. Halfway through his smile, his face turned pale, and all he could see was a string of dark old rosary beads around his neck. It vibrated weakly, as if there was a flash of black light.
It will disappear soon.
Li Qingyun's expression also changed, and he rubbed his hands inadvertently. There was some pain in the old injury on his left hand. It should be the node of the small space, and it is also the place where the spirit body enters and exits. It was he who took action just now, trying to collect this mysterious monk.
Get into a small space.
This was the first time he saw a threatening person, so he had almost no patience. As soon as he entered the hospital, he wanted to take action to solve this big trouble. As for whether others were suspicious or not, he could no longer care so much...
It's just that the move was not smooth. The small space, which has always been effective, was blocked by something for a moment and could not contain the monk.
"Please, let's talk in the room. Standing outside and talking is not the way to treat guests." Li Qingyun pretended to be fine, opened the door of the living room, and invited the young monk to come in.
Hui'an's smile was a little stiff, but he still followed in and said at the same time: "You really have the legendary magic weapon on your body, which can kill people invisible. No wonder the monks in the temple disappeared for no reason. I dare to follow you in, for sure
There is a way to prevent it, so Donor Li should not be tempted again. If you want to get angry, just beat the poor monk. The poor monk will never fight back. Using a long-lost magical weapon is too wasteful. If you cannot control your power for a while, you will be in trouble.
Both parties have suffered irreparable losses."
Li Qingyun's heart was shocked, but there was an expression of disbelief on his face: "A magic weapon? What magic weapon? You monks and Taoists, don't talk about godly things all day long. Let's talk seriously. Today's world is still
As a warrior, my grandfather has entered the realm of transformation. This time I went to Landa Temple to ask for an explanation. How is he doing now? Well... don't say it yet, let me guess... You must be unable to do anything to him.
There were a lot of casualties, right? In the end, we had no choice but to reach a settlement plan, so you showed up? And my grandfather hasn’t come back yet. He must have been injured and is hiding somewhere to recuperate."
When talking about these inferences, Li Qingyun was in a state of chaos. He actually said the word "magic weapon" from the monk's mouth. His understanding of the world was becoming more and more subversive. Outside of the scientific system, there must be other
Although a system has been hidden by others, when you reach that level, you will be surprised to find that there are many similar people in this small circle, and they all have some incredible magical powers to a greater or lesser extent.
For example, the rosary beads on this monk's neck are ordinary mortal objects. When he attacked just now, he could clearly detect the abnormality of this rosary beads.
The monk continued to smile bitterly: "Whether you admit it or not, some things do exist. I was ordered by the abbot of the temple to resolve the conflict between the two parties. This time, the fault lies with our Landa Temple, so your grandfather Li Chunqiu, Mr. Li, killed me repeatedly
The thirteen masters of Landa Temple, our host, tolerated it, saying that this was karma. After Mr. Li's grievances were vented, he led the monks to repel Mr. Li. The two sides reached a temporary settlement agreement and sent me down the mountain as a
Witnesses and supervisors of reconciliation, if any party causes trouble again, I will kill them."
Li Qingyun looked at the monk saying his last words, still with a compassionate and helpless smile, and felt a chill in his heart. This monk is not simple. He must have extraordinary means and wisdom to be able to entrust the host with important tasks and mediate the relationship between blood enemies.
.
Li Qingyun's tone also became sharp: "Reconciliation is what you say? Is it that simple? Let me ask you, what is Mokoshaga's position in your Landa Temple? What is his status? If he dies, no one will want revenge.
?”
Hui'an was startled, hesitated, and then replied: "Master Mokoqiajia... is the chief of the martial arts academy in our temple. The disappearance of him and the other two masters indeed caused a great shock in the temple. At that time, the disciples of the martial arts academy secretly
When he went down the mountain to take revenge, the abbot found out what happened and regretted greatly that he should not have indulged Mokochaga too much and allowed him to cause great disasters and harm others and himself. After that, the abbot strictly prohibited the martial arts disciples from going out and organized internal rectification.
Mr. Li left before it was over. But don’t worry, the people close to Mokochaga have died in the hands of Mr. Li, and the rest are unable to cause trouble again. Even if you want to cause trouble, you have to get past me first.
Let’s talk about it later.”
After hearing this, Li Qingyun was secretly surprised. The Landa Temple was indeed many times more powerful than he imagined, and it actually had so many mysteries. So he said: "As far as I know, among the monks who attacked my grandfather with Mokochaga, there was one who was good at magic.
Fa, he is not a monk from the martial arts academy, right?"
Hui'an wiped the sweat from his forehead. He seemed to have thought about whose hands the master who had already achieved a small level of magic died, and his voice was a little dry: "That master was... a senior monk from the court. He was a mysterious and unfathomable person.
His disappearance is the biggest loss of our Landa Temple. He is a fellow villager of Mokochaga and comes from the ancient country in the west. He has always liked to practice alone, and no one close to him avenged him, and after presiding over the internal rectification, no one dared
If you break the rules again, you will go down the mountain and cause trouble."
Li Qingyun stared at Hui'an's eyes and said nothing for a long time. It was not until the young monk was stared at that he was all hairy and restless. Then he suddenly said: "If my grandfather comes back safely and confirms the reconciliation agreement with your Landa Temple, we will resolve it."
If other accidents happen to this grudge, I'd be sorry, let's fight to the end."
"There will be no other changes. Our Landa Temple has recognized the power of Mr. Li, and Mr. Li should also have seen the heritage of our temple. Only by caring about each other can peace and health last longer." After Hui'an finished speaking, he added in his mind.
In other words, if the host knew that there was a mysterious and uncertain factor like you here, he might have lowered his stance.
On the same day, Li Qingyun entertained the young monk Hui An at Qinghe Residence. The two of them talked and laughed, and seemed to be good friends who talked about everything. Hui An was a monk who was not afraid of meat and wine, which Li Qingyun liked better, and gave him a taste of old wine.
After Wuliangshao, Hui'an fell in love with this kind of wine and said that he could make money by chanting sutras and performing deeds in exchange for wine.
Anyway, Li Qingyun didn't see where Hui'an's money was. He only brought a yellow cloth monk's bag with him, also called a belt. There weren't many things in it, and he didn't know what it contained. Seeing him throwing it around casually, he didn't know.
Like pretending to be money.
The monk lived in the Bamboo Tower Hotel, and Li Qingyun arranged a quiet room for him on the first floor. All meals and accommodation were recorded in Li Qingyun's account. Although it was his own hotel, the accounts had to be kept clearly when managing it.
The next day, Mr. Li came back, his face red and full of energy, and he didn't look injured at all. Behind him was a young Taoist priest with fine features, who was Qingfeng, a disciple of Wuming Taoist Temple.
"Grandpa, you're back. How's it going? Is everything done?" Li Qingyun had just returned from arguing with Hui'an at the Bamboo House Hotel when he saw his grandfather. He was surprised and greeted him.
"Hahahaha, of course, your grandpa and I will do it myself, there is nothing we can't do. By the way, on the way back, I stopped by the Wuming Taoist Temple for a walk and brought back a little Taoist priest with good understanding... What are you talking about?
Look, I taught him medical skills, not martial arts." Mr. Li glared, angry that his grandson had misunderstood something.
The little Taoist priest Qingfeng hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Qingfeng has met senior brother and will live in Lijiazhai for a long time. If there is anything wrong, please tell me." (To be continued. (.))