Everything before seemed like a dream, coming and going from the thief, just a few breaths in a hurry, just a moment in the wind and sand.
Everyone is dreaming, looking left and right, but if there is still grit on the clothes on their fingertips, they would think everything is an illusion.
But the big hole in the ruined temple is still there, and there are deep sword marks on the ground, which makes people feel cold in the eyes of everyone.
Xia Shang Huangshen, the giant sword that appeared in the temple only for a moment, but he clearly remembered the appearance of the swords, which was exactly the same as Fu Sheng's black giant sword.
No! It should be Fu Sheng’s sword!
Xia Shang firmly believed that there would never be another such a strange giant sword in the world.
But the black shadow was completely different from the floating life in Xia Shang's memory, and it couldn't even match the most basic body shape...
But if it’s not Fu Sheng, how can we explain the sword?
I'm afraid only Shi Xin, who has fought against that man, knows all this!
Shi Xin's expression also surprised Xia Shang. He had never thought that he was such a master and could actually stop the thief!
"Master..." Sophia came over in shock, as if she wanted to say something.
But Xia Shang ignored her and ran out quickly, wanting to ask Shi Xin his doubts.
At this moment, the old monk who had been silent suddenly spoke: "Who is coming?"
Outside, Shi Xin replied: "It's unknown."
"Stone Heart, you don't know, right? With your ability, it is not difficult to keep that person. But you were hesitant to take action before, and it seemed that you had something on your mind, so you made him retreat."
"Master, the thief's disciple feels like he's familiar before, but he's not sure."
"Is it your apprentice Fusheng?" Xia Shang suddenly said.
"Disciple Fu Sheng?" The old monk finally stopped what he was doing, stood up slowly, walked to the door step by step, and looked at Shi Xin kneeling outside: "You didn't mention this."
"Master, forgive me. Disciple did take in a disciple when he left the temple ten years ago."
"Private disciple?"
Shi Xin didn't answer, but bowed his head even more.
"Why did this donor say that the previous person was the disciple you accepted?"
"The sword...is similar...to his weapon."
"The sword is as black as ink and extremely heavy. It is not a magnificent object, but a legendary meteorite. However, meteorite cannot be bathed in fire, cannot be melted with water, and cannot be forged into a weapon. It can only be carved with a carving knife and carved one by one.
This really echoes your work. Shi Xin, you have been traveling for ten years without thinking about cultivating Buddhism. You have repeatedly violated IOUs and actually used the carving knife used to carve Buddha to carve out murder weapons. You...you have disappointed me so much."
"Master, my disciple's crime cannot be explained. Please punish me, master."
"You can leave, Buddhism can't accommodate you anymore."
Others did not understand the conversation between the two. Xia Shang was quite anxious and asked repeatedly: "Don't talk about this for now. Who was the person before? Master Shi Xin, was he the person you fought with before?"
Shi Xin was silent for a long time and then spoke: "The sword is not wrong, but people... people don't remember it. The poor monk has not seen Qing Xin for five years, and he no longer knows what he looks like now. However, the body used by the thief
The method... is indeed... indeed the same as the body method I taught you. But the moves he performed were extremely cruel and definitely did not come from Buddhism."
Xia Shang's heart skipped a beat.
Fusheng is young and grows rapidly. It is not surprising that his appearance changes every year. And if the sword is real, ordinary people will definitely not be able to lift it. Although the figure of the previous man is not similar to Fusheng, it is not much different. And both
The Chaoyuan also has records of exercises, so it is not surprising that Fu Sheng knows many kinds of exercises.
In this case, the person just now was Fu Sheng!
If it was a floating life, why was he like this?
Xia Shang thought that after Fusheng left and solved his doubts, he would come back to him.
Now it seems that he has other things to do.
Things start to get complicated.
What is Fu Sheng's purpose? Among so many people, who is his real target? Is this his own wish, or is there someone behind the scenes?
The ruined temple became quiet.
The whole night, no one fell asleep, and until the sun rose the next day, no one recovered from their worries.
Fortunately, the thief never showed up again.
At Chen time, the monks from Qianfo Temple came and invited Mr. Dongyue to the Tiandaotai to host a poetry meeting. Rumor has it that at dawn today, literati from the capital came to the Tiandaotai to wait. Now, the Tiandaotai is already overcrowded, and there are no empty seats.
The long-awaited poetry meeting finally began.
But after what happened last night, the expressions of those present were still a little dazed, even a little bit disgraced.
Especially Mr. Dongyue, perhaps because of his old age, he looked very weak after experiencing the frightening experience last night. He looked at the few monks who came to pick him up and cheered up: "I've done some work, let's go."
"Wait a minute..." the old monk in the ruined temple said, "Shi Xin, lest the people from last night leave and come back, you will protect a few of them today until they leave the temple."
Shi Xin had been kneeling until he heard this and stood up, nodding in agreement.
Then, several people were escorted by Shi Xin all the way to the Wenhua Hall on Tiandaotai.
This is the only non-Buddhist hall in the Thousand Buddhas Temple. It was built by the imperial court in the early years and was originally intended to accommodate members of the royal family. As a result, no royal descendants came to visit it for many years.
The Tiandaotai outside the Wenhua Hall is a fan-shaped platform formed by artificially filling the mountain. It has four floors and a total of 365 steps from top to bottom. The top platform is the smallest, about ten feet square, and the lower platform is the smallest.
The larger it is, the more it can accommodate tens of thousands of people.
If a poetry gathering is held here, it will be enough to accommodate all the literati in the capital.
There are futon seats arranged neatly on the platform on each floor. Everyone in attendance can find a seat and sit down without any conditions.
Although the monk who spread the news said that the Tiandao Terrace was overcrowded and there were no empty seats, he was only referring to the top floor of the Tiandao Terrace, the place closest to the Wenhua Hall. There was no one on the three floors below the top floor, and they were very empty and desolate.
There are only 800 seats on the first floor platform, which means that there are only about 800 people present.
This is much different from outside speculation.
Seeing this situation, Mr. Dongyue's expression became more serious.
Xia Shang was just a follower, and today's events had little to do with him, so he was at the end of the journey.
When the team entered the Wenhua Hall, they saw that there were still a few people in the Wenhua Hall, twenty or thirty of them. Judging from their clothes, more than half of them were court officials.
They were gathering together, walking around in the temple, talking about something.
When they saw Mr. Dongyue coming, everyone rushed to ask questions in order to come up.
But everyone asked the same question -
"Sir, how was your night last night?"
"Sir, are you injured?"
"I heard that there was an assassination last night. What is the situation now?"
Seeing all these faces, Mr. Dongyue looked weak and said: "Everyone, I am doing well. Last night was just a false alarm."
"Sir, you don't know something. What happened last night has spread to the outside world. Many people in the mountains have decided to quit after hearing about it. Therefore, there are very few scholars present today." (To be continued)