Chapter 142: Go to Knife Mountain, Go to the Oil Pot
"A palm?" The Taoist frowned slightly after hearing what his nephew said.
He knew the cultivation level of this martial nephew.
He thought to himself that he did not have the ability to break his nephew's three amulets with one palm, which meant that the person's cultivation level was higher than his own.
"Uncle, do you think he might be related to King Qi's death?" the nephew said softly.
"Huh?" The Taoist's expression changed.
The two of them had come all the way from the capital just for this matter.
"Hard to say." He shook his head.
"After killing so many people, he is still the younger brother of the current Holy Emperor. How can he still sit here and watch the sun rise over the sea of clouds?
Furthermore, the supervisor of Qintian Prison has seen some clues through the Tianjian Mirror. Let’s go, let’s go to Prince Qi’s Mansion first.”
"yes."
On the top of the mountain, Wang Zhe found a place to settle down and prepared to celebrate the New Year on the top of Daiyue Mountain.
"Laifu, you and Tuanzi wait here while I go down the mountain to buy something."
Wang Zhe went down the mountain once, bought some local food and returned to the mountain. Then he leaned on a big stone and sat there quietly, looking at the scenery in front of him.
Daiyue Mountain in winter is a little less vibrant, but also a little more desolate.
The sky was only clear for half a day, and in the afternoon light snow actually fell, not too heavy, but scattered, falling in the howling mountain wind.
I'm afraid no one would have thought that at such a time and in such weather, there would be people staying on the top of Daiyue Mountain, so leisurely and contented.
"Laifu, after the New Year, we will go down the mountain, go west along the Zhuo River, and then go see other places."
After sitting on the top of the mountain for a long time, Wang Zhe took Laifu to the mountain to see the cliff carvings.
Most of these are monuments left by literati, and some are left by practicing monks, and they still have some charm.
"Laifu, do you think I can't leave a stone carving here?"
The local dog on the side nodded after hearing this.
"You think it's okay, so what should I leave behind? What do you think of me leaving a sword intention behind?"
Laifu blinked.
"Well, that's it!"
Wang Zhe found a mountain rock, six feet high and three feet wide, which was not flat.
He stood in front of the stone, looking at the stone quietly, thinking about what to write on it.
After concentrating for a moment, he suddenly flew up, and then used his finger as a sword. There was a sudden sound, rocks fell, and debris flew.
After a moment, a big word "sword" appeared on the rock.
There is a sharp breath between the strokes.
"Laifu, what do you think of this word?"
The native dog looked at it, then turned his head to the side.
"What do you mean? Isn't it bad? Write it down and let me see!"
Ouch, the native dog barked twice.
Anyone?
Wang Zhe saw on the mountain road not far away, a monk carrying a sack and sneaking to the back mountain. He would stop and look around cautiously from time to time.
"He's sneaky and he looks like he's doing bad things."
"Let's go take a look."
Wang Zhe and Laifu followed the monk to the back mountain and watched the monk carrying a cloth bag into a cave.
After entering the cave, the monk opened the sack and revealed a unconscious woman. She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old and looked pretty good.
Hehehe, the monk had a silver smile on his face. He rubbed his hands, sucked his saliva, and swallowed.
"Beauty, I..."
"Oh, you monk is so shameless!"
"Well, who?" The figure behind the monk suddenly turned pale and broke into cold sweat. When he looked back, he saw a young man and a dog standing at the entrance of his cave.
"You, who are you?"
The monk secretly drew a dagger from his back and looked at Wang Zhe with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Monks should be compassionate."
Bang, Wang Zhe slapped the monk and flew him away. He fell against the wall, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Wang Zhe then rescued the woman. When she woke up, she was so frightened that her face turned pale and she was trembling.
Knowing that Wang Zhe had no ill intentions, he explained the cause and effect of the incident clearly.
It turned out that this monk was a monk from the "Xuanyun Temple" above Daiyue Mountain. He often went to Huayuan, a village at the foot of the mountain, and also visited this woman's home several times.
Every time, their family would kindly take out some food for him.
Unexpectedly, this monk sneaked into his home today and brought her here unconscious, intending to do evil things.
Wang Zhe asked the girl to go down the mountain by herself, while he broke the monk's hands and feet, stuffed them into a cloth bag, and carried them to the Xuanyun Temple.
When I arrived here, I happened to encounter a group of monks having a vegetarian meal.
He directly threw the bag containing the monk inside. The bag fell to the ground, and the monk's screams could be heard from inside.
The monks who were eating were startled. Two bold monks stepped forward and opened the bag. What was revealed inside was actually a monk from their temple.
"This is? Senior brother!"
"Nian'an! Who hurt you like this?"
"The pure land of Buddhism actually raised an evil monk!"
Wang Zhe appeared in front of these monks and glanced at them coldly.
"Looks like there's more than one!"
He looked with the method of looking at the energy, and saw that two of the monks actually had blood flames beating on their bodies. This was because they had been contaminated by the sin of killing after killing people. It was obvious that they had more than one life on their bodies.
"Where is your abbot?"
"The abbot is in the Zen room, what are you doing with him?"
"There is filth in this temple. He is responsible and has problems." Wang Zhe said coldly.
"What nonsense are you talking about?!" A monk over eight feet tall slapped the table and stood up, with a fierce look on his face.
"You took the initiative to stand up. How many people have you killed? More than three, right?" Veins popped up on the monk's forehead.
"Stop talking nonsense here!"
Amitabha,
With the sound of the Buddha's name, an old monk walked over from the side.
"Why did this benefactor hurt my disciple and speak rudely?"
"Is that the abbot of this temple?" Wang Zhe glanced at the kind-hearted old monk.
"It's Lao Na."
"You are not very qualified as an abbot. This monk just came down the mountain and kidnapped a woman to the back mountain with the intention of ruining her innocence. I happened to encounter her.
Both of your disciples are carrying human lives, and there are more than one." Wang Zhe pointed to the monk on the ground, and then pointed to the two monks.
"Buddhism is a pure place, but your Xuanyun Temple is not very clean!"
"Nian'an, is this possible?" The old monk looked angry after hearing this.
"Master, I didn't. It was him. He wanted to destroy that girl's innocence. I bumped into him. I couldn't beat him, but he was injured like this. Master, you have to make the decision for me!" Monk Nian'an endured the pain.
road.
The monks in the temple immediately looked at Wang Zhe and glared angrily.
"Amitabha, donor, where is that woman now?"
"Oh, what a monk. If I find that woman, what will the monk do with her?"
"If it is really Nian'an's fault at this time, it will naturally be reported to the government." The old monk said.
"Don't bother, let them speak for themselves." Wang Zhe raised his hand and waved, and there was a strong wind, which made everyone unable to open their eyes.
After a while, the strong wind subsided.
The monks looked again and saw that the three monks who had just been named by Wang Zhe had disappeared.
"This?!" The monks were shocked when they saw this.
"Brother, should we send someone to report this to the official?"
"No, please be patient. I think they will be back soon." The old monk's expression suddenly became gloomy.
As soon as Wang Zhe performed the spell just now, he knew that the other party was probably not lying, otherwise why would a practitioner like him have to talk to them here.
Sure enough, less than an hour later, the temple bell rang. Everyone hurried to look, only to find that the three kidnapped brothers were kneeling in front of the Buddha in the main hall.
"I was wrong, I was guilty..."
The three people all had expressions on their faces, and their eyes were dull.
"Nian'an, you are..."
"Master, I was wrong, I was guilty, I had evil thoughts, I wanted to destroy that girl's innocence!" The monk whose limbs were broken lay on the ground, crying bitterly.
He just experienced the most terrifying scene in his life. He dreamed that he was taken to the underworld.
The judge interrogated him about his crime, but he still wanted to quibble, but he was picked up by ghosts and thrown directly into a hot oil pan, where he was fried over and over again.
The pain that was worse than life and death made him so dizzy that he was completely afraid and no longer dared to hide it.
The two people next to him weren't much better.
They also spoke out about the crimes they had committed.
They had indeed killed people before, and more than one. They were two brothers who once broke into a house and burgled. However, they were discovered by the owner, got into a fight with the owner, and accidentally killed someone.
The two men simply refused to do anything and killed everyone in that family.
Later, in order to avoid being pursued by the government, he went to the mountains to become a monk.
The two of them also experienced the most terrifying thing in their lives. They dreamed that they were thrown onto a mountain of knives.
There are sharp blades all over the mountains and plains. Their bodies are pierced by the blades. It hurts when they move and when they don't move.
Behind them there were ferocious evil spirits who whipped them with fire whips from time to time. When the whip fell on their bodies, their skin and flesh were immediately torn apart.
The swords on the mountain of swords are not still. If they don't move, the blade will move, just like flowing water, cutting through them.
That is the real death of a thousand cuts, with no body left intact, but they still cannot die, and have to bear the terrible pain all the time.
After experiencing such pain, they would rather be beheaded with a knife to have a good time.
"this?!"
The monks present were dumbfounded.
Is this true?
The people who lived with them day and night were actually murderers, and they actually wanted to destroy the woman's innocence.
"Amitabha." The abbot monk's expression was gloomy, and he seemed to have become much older all of a sudden.
Such a person has an unshirkable responsibility in Xuanyun Temple.
"Master, what should they do?"
"Send him off to the official," the old monk said.
On the top of Daiyue Mountain, the cold wind howled.
On the top of the mountain, a bonfire,
There is a sheep on it
One man, one dog and one eagle were eating roasted lamb on the top of the mountain.
"The seasoning is still a little lacking, and it lacks some soul."
Even so, Laifu and dumplings are still delicious, and Wang Zhe only eats them occasionally.
Nothing happened all night,
The next day was the Spring Festival. On this day, it snowed heavily.
"The auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, which seems to be a good sign." Wang Zhe looked at the sky.
On the top of the mountain, a stone pot was steaming.
There is wine, meat and vegetables.
Although there was only one person, there was also a dog and an eagle by his side, so he didn't feel lonely. In other words, he was used to it.
The road to spiritual practice is always long, and most of the time it is lonely.
Another year older,
"Come on, come on, laifu, dumplings, drink this cup to the full." Wang Zhe drank all the turbid wine in the bowl in one gulp.
Wang Zhe stayed on Daiyue Mountain for three days, watching the sunrise, sea of clouds, cliff carvings, and walking around Daiyue Mountain.
On this day, I was preparing to go down the mountain and leave.
Walking halfway up the mountain, I suddenly saw a person flying from a distance. In addition to Tuanzi, there was another eagle in the sky. The head was slightly smaller than Tuanzi.
Withered golden wings?
People from Baiqisi?
He saw the other person, and the other person also saw him, and then came towards him, and looked at him warily after landing.
There were very few people coming to Daiyue at this time, not to mention that Wang Zhe was carrying a sword and a dog.
"Who are you, a monk in this Taoist temple in the mountain?"
"No, I was passing by." Wang Zhe said calmly.
"Passing by?"
"Is there a way to lead the way?"
"No!"
After hearing this, the man from Baiqisi became even more vigilant, and his hand was already on the handle of the knife.
At this time, two more Baiqisi internal guards came and surrounded Wang Zhe.
"Laifu, let's go!"
The three people only felt their eyes flicker, and then the person and the dog disappeared.
"This? Great monk?"
"Could it be him? What should I do?"
"Notify the superiors immediately."
With a whoosh, a whistle arrow sounded.
At this time, I had reached the foot of the mountain and raised my hand to take a look.
"Is this shaking people up?"
When I reached the foot of the mountain and was about to leave, I suddenly saw an acquaintance.
The Taoist priest who was photographed from mid-air by his slap that day.
The Taoist priest was also stunned when he saw him.
"Why is he still here? Is he here for that thing?"
At this moment, a man wearing a dark silver robe came to the Taoist's side. He was over seven feet tall and in his forties. He was holding a green-gold eyebrow-level stick in his hand.
"What's wrong, Taoist Lin?"
"It's okay, let's go."
"Wait a minute, who are you? Do you have a guide on your body?" The man came to Wang Zhe.
"Be careful, General Yu, he has a very high level of cultivation." The Taoist priest warned.
"Oh?" After hearing this, the general tightened his grip on the eyebrow stick in his hand.
"Let's go, Laifu."
Wang Zhe shouted softly, and suddenly, one person and one dog disappeared from the eyes of the two people.
"Shrink to the ground!" The Taoist priest was stunned.
"There is indeed something wrong with this man!" said the general.
"General, let's get down to business first, shall we?"
"Walk."
The two of them went up the mountain.
At this time, in the sky, Tuanzi and Na Zhijinzhibai started fighting for some unknown reason.
The Golden Winged Wither was obviously no match for Tuanzi, and he fell behind within a few rounds of the fight.
At this critical moment, a sharp arrow suddenly shot through the air and shot directly at Tuanzi.
A figure came first and stopped the arrow in mid-air.
Then he saw the man shooting the arrow, fell from the air, and instantly reached the man's side. He flew a hundred steps away with a palm and broke a tree.
He passed out immediately, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.