In fact, I have always been very suspicious in my heart, suspecting that this guy may have been assigned by Master Panzhi.
The world is long and people's hearts are unpredictable. Although Master Panzhi personally promised that day to wipe out the previous grudges, there is no guarantee that this old guy will regret it again.
So I immediately raised the issue and asked him, did Master Panzhi ask him to do this?
Unexpectedly, the great lama blinked and said with a suspicious look on his face, "Do you still know Master Panzhi?"
Come on! This girl’s expression is even more confused than mine. It looks like it’s not Master Panzhi’s fault.
I thought for a while and continued to press, "Then are you a spy of the Black Sect? Tell me quickly, did that old ghost Hongyue send you here?"
The great lama became even more confused. He shook his head vigorously and said no. I am a monk from the Yellow Sect. How could I get involved with the Black Sect?
Feng Li became impatient, stretched out his nails, put them firmly on this guy's shoulders, and said with a dark face, "Then where are you from? You can't be from the Potala Palace, right?"
Who would have known that as soon as these words came out of his mouth, the great lama nodded and acknowledged, saying that he was right, Chan Hui, a poor monk, was indeed from the Potala Palace.
They are really monks from the Potala Palace!
Chen Xuanyi and I both expressed our incomprehension and hurriedly asked, "Is your Potala Palace full of food and nothing to do? Why did you send people to monitor us for no reason?"
Lama Zen Hui raised his head timidly, looked at me first, and then at Feng Li, who was beside him with a fierce expression. He shrank his neck, as if he was about to speak but hesitated.
"What the hell, why are you pretending to be serious here? Hurry up and say it!" Feng Li had a short temper and couldn't bear it. He swore on the spot and shouted fiercely, "If you don't tell me, wait until I draw your blood."
Fuck it, you don’t have a chance even if you want to say it!”
After saying that, he took action, opened his lips, exposed two sharp fangs, and aimed at the great lama's neck to stab him.
"Donor, please be patient, don't..." Chan Hui was frightened, shaking her cheeks and said, "I said, I am monitoring you only after the order of Master Nibu."
"Who is this Master Nibu?" Feng Li continued to ask.
"He...he is the elder of the temple, and his position is very respected." Zen Hui responded stammeringly.
Seeing that this guy was quite honest, Feng Li nodded and said, okay, please tell me why this Nibu guru arranged for so many people to monitor us?
Chan Hui looked at Feng Li carefully, swallowed and said, "I would like to ask all the donors to return something..."
"What?"
We were all confused. This time when we entered Tibet, we had never been to the Potala Palace, let alone taking the things in the temple. This was really a cripple’s chrysanthemum, and it was so evil!
Although this guy was very afraid of us, he still persisted and said, "Three donors, I would like to advise you that the things from the temple should not be taken lightly. If you take them, please return them to us quickly to avoid causing more trouble."
Feng Li suddenly became unhappy and shouted, "Shut up, what a temple thing. When have we ever been to the Potala Palace? Don't spit on people with blood!"
I was so angry that I pinched my teeth and couldn't help but said, "You lamas are really good at causing trouble. Things have been lost in the Potala Palace. Why do you want to investigate us? In my opinion, your Buddhist sacred objects
It’s just a pile of scrap metal, who has the time to steal it?”
After hearing this, Chan Hui remained silent, clasped his hands together, and repeatedly said "sin".
Looking at his honest and courteous appearance, I couldn't bear it. Anyway, apart from following us, this man didn't do anything extraordinary. We gave him a brick and it was considered as repayment, so we didn't
He angrily said to him, "Go away. When you go back, you can clarify the matter before you come back. Don't just accuse people casually!"
Who knew Zen Hui but shook his head and said stubbornly, "Master Nibu doesn't lie, you must have taken it."
"Holy shit!"
Suffering this unjust injustice for no reason, Feng Li was so angry that he almost went crazy. He stared at his bloody eyes and shouted, "Okay, you said we sneaked into the Potala Palace and stole things, then you might as well say something.
, what exactly did we steal, when did we steal it, and how many people acted together?”
He was not ambiguous and said immediately, "Half a month ago, a dozen lay monks wearing blue robes visited the Potala Palace, claiming that they were from Maoshan and carrying Maoshan tokens with them."
"Master Nebu didn't know the deceit, so he not only received them warmly, but also invited these people into the temple to observe the ceremony. However, that night, the Potala Palace was stolen, and a Panchan relic was lost, and even the guardian of the temple was lost.
Many eminent monks were also directly injured by this group of people..."
What?
After hearing this, our faces became even more shocked, and we hurriedly asked, "Did people from Maoshan do it?"
"Why do you need to ask questions when you know everything?"
Zen Hui glanced at me, then lowered his head and said, "After the incident, Master Nibu was furious, so he ordered many monks stationed in the temple to go down the mountain to investigate, trying to capture those Maoshan disciples, the donor... If I guessed correctly...
, you are also from Maoshan, right?"
Feng Li was delighted and asked him why he thought we were disciples of Maoshan. Do we look alike?
He continued, "Donor, there is no need to deny that our people have been following you for a long time before you discovered it. In addition to you, there should be an old Taoist priest, a young Taoist nun, and a young Maoshan disciple. The six of you appeared together.
Pass."
My heart suddenly "thumped", and I immediately came to my senses.
That's why feelings are like this.
Thinking of this, I nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, the three of us brothers did follow the Maoshan people on the road, but we are not Maoshan disciples at all, and our friendship with those three people is not too deep. Secondly, I am afraid that this matter
It may not be the Maoshan Sect. Master, it is best to return to the Potala Palace and investigate the matter clearly before talking."
Perhaps he understood the helplessness in my tone, the great lama was stunned for a moment, "Do you really have anything to do with Maoshan?"
Feng Li smiled bitterly and said, "It's not true, could it be cooked? Have you ever seen such a handsome monk? With my face, I don't know how many good housewives I have confused, ah, how many women have secretly fallen in love with me
, wouldn’t it be a pity to become a monk?”
Don't tell me, although Feng Li's words were shameless, they made Zen Hui Lama's eyes waver.
The three of us, except for Chen Xuanyi, who is a serious Taoist priest, Feng Li and I don't look like monks in any way. Which monk's mouth and mouth are full of dust?
He was startled and said hurriedly, "Are the three of you really not?"
Feng Li became impatient, waved his hand and said, "Are you done yet? It's such a big deal, as for confirming it for a long time?"
I patiently said, "Master, I really misunderstood. First, we are not from Maoshan, we just happened to travel with people from the Maoshan sect for a while. Secondly, we have never been to the Potala Palace, let alone stolen the so-called
If you don’t believe in the Panzen relic, Master can go to Baiyun Temple to verify our identity. Whether it is Master Panzhi or many monks in Baiyun Temple, they can prove it for us."
As soon as I finished speaking, Zen Hui fell into silence for a while, lowered his head, and said to himself, "Is it true that our intelligence is wrong?"