Chapter 210 Nanjiang is imminent, and the wind leaks and wants to stand up
"Showing off your power? This is good.
In less than half a year, your boy has already become a junior colonel. Although he is a ninth-grade junior, he can be regarded as officially becoming a general of this dynasty.
A little monk is still a little monk."
While Zhou Yi was happy for Xiaochang, he also felt deeply worthless for himself.
After working hard for half a year, when the new year is approaching, one county and eight counties have been ostensibly secured, with the bull's head and the horse's face, and the judge Wuchang, all in place.
The Nether Hell in Guangyuan County is now open.
The Mountain Temple and the River Temple were successfully integrated after the Demon Slaying Battle.
A mysterious circle in Guangyuan County was formed that was extremely mysterious but unfathomable in the eyes of those Middle Way sects.
But Zhou Yi always had a very bad feeling in his heart:
It seems that on the road to return to secular life, I have gone further and further, have I gone astray?
In the small black characters, the deeds of several other people emerged:
The bad guy Zhao Pingsheng, who owed him a lot of money, had already started practicing the basic Buddhist mudra technique.
I wonder if he understood the deeper meaning of Xiao Monk?
But don't be so focused on Buddhist martial arts that you forget to fight bandits and make money instead of doing your job.
Wei Youniang took over as the bad commander of Guangyuan County and secretly signed a new Taoist treaty with the Netherworld of Guangyuan County.
On the surface, the two sides cooperate equally, but in fact, they have become the underworld of Guangyuan County and are following the lead.
After Qi Wuhua led the crowd back to the mountain gate, he immediately announced that the imperial army would close the mountain and all the disciples would retreat collectively.
However, because of his great achievements, he had no choice but to become the vanguard general of Tianshi Dao's demon-killing and rectification movement.
The name of Master Yunhua and his "Yunhua Dharma" have once again become famous in the cultivation world of China.
As for a certain Mountain Goddess, she was naturally willing to admit defeat and accepted the wintersweet girl as her disciple to teach her the art of incense.
But what gives Zhou Yi some headache is that because the Lamei girl is too simple, upright, and seems to be a road fool, in the past month, she has not been able to find Mr. Lu, let alone rescue her adoptive father.
Originally, Zhou Yi planned to rely on the simplicity of the wintersweet girl to influence a certain mountain goddess who looked innocent and lovely, but was actually a sinister person.
But now everything seems to be reversed.
Xiao Qingsu was teaching Ge Meier step by step how to use the flaws in people's hearts to break through the mustache chief's defense and make him willing to re-investigate the bookstore case.
The wintersweet girl who is like a blank sheet of paper learns very quickly.
In just a few days, he and Mr. Lu's wife have become close friends who talk about everything.
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"It's an unfair request. It's the young monk who has been careless."
Zhou Yi put away the small black letters and sighed softly, "But once you embark on the path of spiritual practice, you will always face people's calculations, and you will not be able to remain pure forever. Not everyone as simple as the young monk can go far."
He didn't want to go to the Mountain Goddess for the time being.
As smart as Xiao Qingsu, it was obvious that he had vaguely sensed the true relationship between him and the City God's Temple.
Although she still pretended to be nonchalant and often made appointments to stay overnight at the mountain temple, she felt that the last few nights she stayed at the mountain temple to discuss things, the mountain god empress always hesitated to speak and was evasive.
They are all practicing children. If you have any dissatisfaction or ideas with the junior monk, just tell them directly, and the junior monk can consider them. It is really becoming less and less fragile.
The most important thing is that the big event that I have been waiting for is finally on the agenda.
Zhou Yi spread his palms.
A crystal clear snowflake rises slowly.
It rotated and changed in the sunlight, and after a while, it turned into a letter.
‘Two months from now, it will be Jiaci’s birthday.
At that time, the holy monk is also invited to bring the human arbitrator to the Nanjiang Dragon Palace for the banquet.
My little uncle also wants to take this opportunity to get close to the holy monk... As far as Xiaolong knows, my uncle seems to have a valuable Buddhist treasure in his hand...'
Signed: Ao Chen.
This is the wind and snow message Zhou Yi received three days ago.
He was also reminded by the way that it was time to prepare to be the notary for the battle between Pingjiang Jun and Nantingjiang Mansion.
The advantage of being a notary is the Buddhist treasure that Zhou Yi has been waiting for for a long time.
It's late winter now.
According to the agreement, the battle between dragon and monkey should take place when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, with less than three months left.
At the end of the letter, there is another paragraph——
‘The news of the Battle of Lun Dao has spread, and many old-named eunuchs have left the country.
Due to the intimidation of Nantingjiang and Pingjiang, they did not dare to act rashly for the time being, and they did not know the existence of the holy monk.
But the candidate for human arbitration finalized by the Holy Monk has been leaked. Although the trace of Mr. Fang Xiaolang is hard to find, his relatives are still in Guangyuan County... Please be extremely cautious, Holy Monk.'
"Amitabha."
Zhou Yi put away the "Snow Letter", put his palms together, and whispered the Buddha's name.
He was not too surprised by the revelation of Fang Ziqi's identity.
When he decided on the candidate for Immortal Yuan, he had no intention of hiding it from Pingjiang Jun and Nantingjiang Mansion.
After all, Nantingjiang Mansion is not a fool, and will naturally follow up and investigate, find human arbitration, and secretly evaluate and consider.
However, Ao Chen's letter seems to be clear, but in fact it is vague.
It is not explained at all why those big monsters and old monsters go around in circles to find trouble for me?
The monster went to catch a talkative Tang monk, and at least there was a reason why eating Tang monk's meat would lead to a long life.
What do you want to do?
Is it better to fight a notary, or the meat of human arbitration is more delicious?
Fortunately, due to various special reasons.
Fang Ziqi, who had already gone on a long journey and left Jiannan Road to hone his mental state, was temporarily out of sight of everyone.
Even he couldn't find Fang Ziqi directly, let alone those monsters and ghosts.
However, Fang Ziqi's father, Fang Qingyu, a great talent in the capital who caused the family's demise because of a poem he wrote on the Lantern Festival, still stayed in Guangyuan County.
"So, Ao Chen is reminding me that those monsters and ghosts may reach into Guangyuan County, seize Fang Qingyu and threaten Fang Ziqi, and then threaten the young monk?
It seems that before the young monk goes out to fetch Fang Ziqi back, he still needs to establish his power again."
Zhou Yi touched his head and looked thoughtful.
Snow is flying outside the window, and people are hurrying on the street. The New Year is approaching, and more and more people are returning home.
Beside the furnace behind him, the little raccoon slave was chasing the bead that was constantly teasing it, not feeling cold at all.
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"Uncle Shi, please stop being polite to your niece."
"Hey, it's such a misfortune for our family. Such a bad thing happened to our Fang family. We left without saying goodbye, leaving my niece worried."
"Ah? Worrying? Uncle Shi, you have misunderstood. Ziqi and I are just friends and have no relationship with each other. In short, these souvenirs are my niece's little thoughts. Please accept them. My niece will leave first."
The young girl, wearing a brocade embroidered rut, a plain white silk hanging from her shoulders, and a hibiscus crown on her head, ignored Fang Qingyu's various refusals and ordered her servants to move boxes of cotton robes, rice noodles and butchers into the cramped and simple little room.
hospital.
Then she bowed deeply and stepped into the carriage.
The carriage is wide and has a gorgeous appearance, but the interior of the carriage is very simple. There is no red jewelry, but there is a horizontal knife hanging on it, which makes it look heroic.
Zhuo Mengyuan, the daughter of the eunuch, opened the curtains and waved goodbye to the downcast man who was still standing at the door of the courtyard with a complicated expression. Then she turned her head, with a hint of sadness on her fair and delicate face.
"Fang Ziqi, where have you been? Aren't you going to come back after the new year is over? You lucky guy..."
She did not lie to Fang Shishu.
However, not only Fang Shishu, but also the servants and maids in the mansion, including his own father, misunderstood that he was interested in Fang Ziqi.
In fact, she and Fang Ziqi were indeed just good friends.
The person who really hid in her heart was the young eminent monk she met in the deserted Yeguo Temple next to the county this autumn, who was like an immortal who descended from the sky and rescued their group.
Of course she also knew that even though she was the daughter of the governor of Guangyuan County and had both talent and beauty, in the eyes of the other party, she might be no different from an ordinary woman.
She could only keep this longing in her heart and never show it, but she secretly envied Fang Ziqi's good luck.
She thought this way, definitely not because Fang Ziqi had shared a bed with the holy monk in Yeguo Temple.
But after the trip to Yeguo Temple, only Fang Ziqi among them was favored by the holy monk and was granted immortality.
All this was quietly told to her by Fang Ziqi before leaving.
Just to let Zhuo Mengyuan take care of his father Fang Qingyu while he was "out for training".
"...Holy Monk, where are you now? The little girl burns incense and worships Buddha, and prays day and night. Can you hear her?"
In the looming carriage, Zhuo Mengyuan propped her chin up and looked at the hazy scene outside the carriage window, thinking silently in her heart.
The carriage passed through the entrance of Laoliu Lane.
Turn onto Long Street and drive towards the gate of Dashufang.
Suddenly, the curtains were blown up by a gust of wind.
A familiar figure appeared in front of Zhuo Mengyuan.
She was startled, then her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she looked back in disbelief.
At the entrance of the square, which was guarded by the monks and soldiers, stood a handsome bald man wearing a snow-white monk's robe and smiling at the corner of his mouth.
"Holy Monk!"
Zhuo Mengyuan looked surprised and quickly asked the driver to stop.
When she looked again, her heart felt empty, and she saw that there was no one in front of the square gate.
A familiar voice rang in my ears:
"Miss Zhuo, do you really want to see me?"
Zhuo Mengyuan was suddenly startled when she saw the monk standing in front of the carriage, staring at her with a smile.
Her cheeks suddenly turned red.
For a moment, she felt that all the concerns in her heart had been seen through by the other party.
A bright smile appeared on the handsome face of the monk beside the car, but there was an intriguing look in his eyes:
"I heard that you have been burning incense and worshiping Buddha these days, and you are also making noises about becoming a monk.
Could it be that you just want to lure the poor monk out?
Amitabha, to be honest, this poor monk also misses Miss Zhuo very much."
Zhuo Mengyuan felt as if she had been electrocuted, her whole body felt numb, her heart was pounding like a deer, and her cheeks were as red as fire.
Neither Zhuo Mengyuan nor the monk outside the car noticed.
In the wind and snow, an elm leaf shaped like a copper coin flew up.
He was lying quietly at the window of the carriage, between the prefect lady and the monk outside the carriage.