Chapter 190 The holy monk makes a bet, and the soldiers of the army are now
In front of a noodle shop on Laoquan Street, Lepingfang.
The old couple, one steaming cakes and the other kneading noodles, shouted loudly to greet the guests, but from the corner of their eyes, they glanced at the third table diagonally sideways from time to time.
In front of the oil-stained bamboo strips table, two guests sat facing each other.
A little lady who seems to have stepped out of a painting.
The other one was a young monk with his back to them and a round, bald head.
"Old lady, you can't stop looking at me twice!"
"These two are so handsome, especially the monk. I have never seen such a handsome person before."
"That's true. I'm just too particular about eating noodles and don't add any fishy condiments."
"That's a real monk."
Xiao Qingsu tilted his head and looked at the holy monk who was devouring the soup noodles with great interest.
Zhou Yi didn't care about his image at all. After all, he had been busy looking for Dan Ming all over the world in the past three days, and he was already starving.
It wasn't until Zhou Yi finished eating that Xiao Qingsu asked:
"I wonder why the holy monk stopped me just now?"
Zhou Yi raised his head, but did not answer directly.
"Aren't you busy at Funiu Mountain? I heard that every day in the past three days, many villagers, businessmen, warriors and even ordinary people dressed as martial arts practitioners went to the mountain to inquire."
Xiao Qingsu smiled.
"Ordinary people just join in the fun for a while, and when they get nothing, they will naturally disperse.
As for those practitioners who dress up in disguise and try to understand the Tao marks left by the holy monks, they don't know that there are some Dharma that ordinary minds cannot comprehend."
After a moment of pause, Xiao Qingsu changed his tone and said: "Right now, the most urgent matter in Guangyuan County is the Imperial Military Faction.
If the city god of Nafu hands over Li Jiyin's soul, all the changes in Guangyuan County will definitely be known to the devil Miaoshang, including the existence of the holy monk.
By then, we will be at a disadvantage."
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "But the young monk feels that the Fucheng God may not hand over Li Jiyin."
Xiao Qingsu shook his head slightly: "Holy Monk, although your Dharma is profound, your heart is pure and you don't know the sinister nature of the human heart.
The great southern king behind Yang Qing is so deep and thoughtful that it is really difficult to fathom.
Three nights ago, he sent Wu Chang to lure away Li Jiyin's soul. Thinking about it now, it was just a delaying tactic.
In fact, he has already taken a fancy to Li Jiyin's soul, and is just waiting for the Imperial Soldiers to make an offer to find a rare commodity!"
Zhou Yi put down the soup and looked worriedly at Xiao Qingsu who was pinching her jade fingers gracefully, stretching her swan neck, and silently deducing.
This seemingly innocent new Mountain Goddess seems to be a little too sinister.
Do you have to imagine the great king of the south of the city...that is, the pure and virtuous little monk in front of you, as that kind of person?
I originally thought that I would organize a bureau when the river god Lao Huang came back, and I would send Ye Xiaolang as a representative to invite the three giants of the county to have a hot pot, play mahjong or something like that.
Anyway, Ye Xiaolang and Ye Daoren are both novice monks. They can take advantage of both the big and small, so they can make a profit without losing anything.
By the way, Huang Xu and Xiao Qingsu can put aside their grudges in one round.
Let’s develop the incense circle in Guangyuan County that belongs to everyone.
But now, before Huang Xu comes back, the Mountain Goddess already has such a big prejudice against the Chenghuang Temple.
This is not okay!
"Amitabha."
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "How about this, let's make a bet. The young monk bets that no matter what conditions or threats the imperial soldiers send, Guangyuan County and the prefecture will not hand over Li Jiyin."
Xiao Qingsu's eyes flickered: "If the holy monk is so elegant, I will naturally accompany him. I wonder what the bet is?"
Zhou Yidao: "What does the Mountain Goddess want?"
"Is anything okay?"
Hope flashed in Xiao Qingsu's eyes, and then she said half-jokingly: "I want to borrow the ancestral spiritual treasure of Tianshi Tao... the reincarnation soul pen, is it possible?"
Hearing the word "reincarnation", Zhou Yi's heart suddenly moved and asked: "What is this?"
Xiao Qingsu had a strange look on his face: "Hey, there are things in the world that the holy monks don't know? It is said that this pen is a treasure passed down from the ancestors of Tianshi Dao, specially designed to find reincarnated disciples for them. If Qinghong can be reincarnated,
,I might be able to..."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Qingsu clearly noticed that there was a slight glimmer in the eyes of the monk opposite.
Seems a little surprised.
It also seems to contain some other emotion.
Most of what she said was joking.
After all, Celestial Master Dao exists, and any inner disciple can make any incense god in the county bow to his knees.
The reincarnation soul-pointing pen is an important treasure of the Celestial Master, and it is said that the number of uses is extremely limited.
Tianshi Dao can't use it himself, so how can he lend it to others?
It is true that the holy monks have profound Buddhist teachings and vast spiritual powers.
But Buddhism in China no longer exists, and the holy monks seem to be alone.
Tianshi Dao, on the other hand, controls the authentic sect of Tushu Dao, which has seventy-two sects of Shudao. Even the imperial master of the current dynasty is a disciple of Tianshi Dao.
"OK."
I heard the monk opposite say with a smile.
Xiao Qingsu was stunned: "The holy monk is so confident? Let's wait and see. If Qingsu loses, what does the holy monk want?"
"I want you to help me..."
Zhou Yi took a breath, drank the rest of the noodle soup, and looked at Xiao Qingsu, who had slightly blushing porcelain cheeks: "...Accept a disciple for me and teach him the way of incense."
Xiao Qingsu was stunned: "Male disciple or female disciple?"
"She is a simple, kind, and unyielding female disciple."
Zhou Yi said meaningfully.
The wintersweet girl who was inspired by the unknown Buddhist scriptures and became spiritual was a good seedling of Buddhism and Taoism, and she was also close to the lineage of mountain gods.
In order to rescue my adoptive father, I ran around and worked hard... although I have not been able to rescue him so far.
Placing her next to Xiao Qingsu may ease the inner sorrow of the Mountain Goddess a little, and prevent her from going further and further down the path of evil.
"Then, let's wait and see."
Xiao Qingsu smiled, then raised his head and glanced at a restaurant sideways: "Those Imperial Soldier Sect disciples are dragging their feet. It seems they can't get any useful information."
"Amitabha, that's okay. Let's go."
Zhou Yi whispered the Buddha's name and smiled.
In front of the Chenghuang Temple in Shicai, in order to prevent Xiao Qingsu from causing trouble for his clone, he dragged the Mountain Goddess to eat noodles on the pretext of discovering a disciple of the Yubing Sect in the city.
By the way, let's take a look at what the three Yubing Sect disciples are busy with - yes, that Wei Keqing never expected that the Yubing Sect would quietly enter the territory of Guangyuan County so quickly.
The Mountain Goddess had already regarded the Yubing Faction as a potential enemy, so naturally she didn't think much about it.
Zhou Yi didn't really want to keep hiding it from her, but you regarded the King of Chengnan as a villain from the beginning, so why should the little monk explain it and ask for trouble?
Suddenly at this moment, there was a burst of noise from far away in the busy city.
Judging from the direction of those people's footsteps and the tone of their words, they seemed to be heading straight for the restaurant where the Imperial Soldier Sect disciples were.
It was still a few streets away, mixed in with countless noises, and naturally the disciples of the Imperial Soldier Sect couldn't hear it.
But Zhou Yi heard it clearly.
He raised his eyebrows slightly.
Not long after, Xiao Qingsu on the opposite side also faintly heard something.
She had originally planned to get up and leave, but after hearing the voice, she stopped and turned to look at Zhou Yi, with a trace of amusement in her eyes.
"That thing is actually destined to be a holy monk?"
"Amitabha is destined to be a Buddha."
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On the second floor of the restaurant, which is filled with about a dozen square wooden tables, there are only four people at this time.
Three young people, two men and one woman, were sitting at the square table, looking out the window at the cityscape from time to time.
The two men were wearing long black robes and the woman was wearing a light yellow skirt. They both carried weapons on their backs and looked like the attire of ordinary warriors.
And they all come from small sects.
But Qiao Lin, who was standing aside, didn't think so.
He is thirty-three years old and is the leader of the Pegasus Gang, the most dominant force in Guangyuan County.
But when he was young, he only had a handlebar background.
By chance, he took a seemingly ordinary middle-aged Confucian scholar to a nearby county.
Just because he saw that the man was very popular and spoke elegantly, Qiao Lin was very respectful to him and worked diligently on his errands. Along the way, he never stopped having good wine and good food.
When they arrived at the place, the Confucian scholar did not pay, but left a verse and then disappeared.
Qiao Lin knew that he had met an immortal, so he prayed to heaven. After returning home, he practiced the formula and gained a sense of energy. After that, he gradually became famous in the world.
To this day, he can be regarded as a person.
Early this morning, as usual, he came to his restaurant to enjoy breakfast alone.
Then the three young men fell from the sky and appeared in front of him.
Qiao Lin was stunned.
He didn't scold, didn't panic, and didn't call the gang guarding downstairs.
Instead, with tears in her eyes, she left the table and worshiped the two men and one woman.
The attire of the two young men, especially the marks on the jade rings on their waists, were exactly the same as the middle-aged Confucian scholars he carried more than 20 years ago.
He knew that the immortal he had been searching for for more than twenty years had finally come back to him.