Zhuo Mengyuan and Fang Ziqi relied on the so-called invisibility technique to sneak around every corner of the temple.
No matter whether it is the large or small temples that I visited during the day, or the private meditation room where the monks rest, I have never missed it.
These two people should have a very good friendship, and there should be no taboos in their conversation.
"This matter has involved Wang Shuang, Zhao Haizhou and others. I don't know if they will blame me in the future."
"You have been playmates since childhood, how could I blame you for such a trivial matter? If Zhao Haizhou hadn't stolen Zhao Biejia's documents, and if Wang Shuang hadn't interceded with his brother Wang Chengshou, we wouldn't have been able to leave the city at night so smoothly. The so-called law
Don’t blame everyone, no matter whether this matter is successful or not, your Majesty and the princes of the county will not punish you too much, and will try their best to conceal it for us."
"But... Mengyuan deceived them after all. I didn't come here to make a wish, but to find my brother. Just because in my dream, I saw my brother who had been missing for many days imprisoned in this temple."
"Do you think you are as smart as Zhao Haizhou, the master of driving, and you are still unaware of it until now? They should have guessed something, no one has said anything."
"Ziqi...it's great to have you. I have told my father many times, but he just refuses to send troops to search Yeguo Temple."
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Listening to the conversation between the two, Zhou Yi secretly frowned, then sighed softly for a while.
"What a coincidence."
On the way, he felt that the name Zhuo Mengyuan sounded familiar to him, but he was only thinking about becoming a disciple and returning to secular life, so he didn't think deeply about it.
At this time, he finally came to his senses.
Isn't the brother "Sanlang" Zhuo Mengyuan is looking for the same charming and charming Zhuo Sanlang who is good at using an iron fan among the bad guys she met in Wangcai Village?
Thinking of Zhuo Sanlang, Zhou Yi shook his head slightly.
Although this person is not very friendly to him, he knows the title of "Silver Monk" and can barely be considered a fan.
It has been described in the small black characters that bad people exist independently of the local bureaucracy of the Tang Dynasty.
He has always listened to the tune but not the propaganda. He has been independent and established his own system. He rarely gets along well with local officials.
This is especially true in more remote places.
It's a bit strange that Zhuo Sanlang, as the prefect's son, hangs out with bad people.
However, this may explain why the children of these big bosses in the county can be so harmonious.
After all, there are powerful constraints such as bad people, so the big guys naturally need to seek unity.
However, these are not things Zhou Yi is considering at the moment.
That night, he killed the big demon Guiche in Wangcai Village and indirectly saved Zhuo Sanlang and the others.
The only thing he has to do now is two things:
Pay close attention to the whereabouts of Zhuo Mengyuan and Fang Ziqi.
And, the master who is waiting for Fa Xin and others, the eminent monk Dan Ming, who has practiced Taoism for nearly a hundred years, comes out of seclusion.
It was not until late at night that Zhuo Mengyuan and Fang Ziqi returned to the meditation room.
Zhuo Mengyuan's eyebrows were furrowed, and the sadness lingering in her beautiful eyes was a little thicker. It was obvious that her search was fruitless.
"Monk? Are you awake?"
Fang Ziqi's probing voice sounded behind him.
Zhou Yi pretended to snore and turned over.
"What a little monk who can eat and sleep well."
Fang Ziqi smiled slightly, turned over and lay on the other side, and soon fell asleep.
A strange herbal smell wafted from the pocket on his waist.
"Is it a medicinal technique from the Shu Dao School..."
Zhou Yi stood in front of the bed, touching his chin and staring for a moment.
Warriors and martial arts cultivators are two competing schools in the human world.
Both of them have cultivated to such a high level that they can rival earthly immortals, kill demons and demons, and command ghosts and gods, not to mention them.
However, the road to martial arts is long, and the road to martial arts is rugged. It is not easy to reach the top of the world. But in general, martial arts is better than the mass base, and martial arts is even more mysterious and extraordinary.
Although Zhou Yi was curious, he didn't do anything extra. It was a very bad habit to touch other people's things without permission... and others.
A night of silence.
In the next few days, Zhuo Mengyuan took everyone to visit the temple, or went sightseeing nearby, or stayed overnight in the temple, without any intention of leaving.
The young novice Zhanyou inquired many times, but Zhuo Mengyuan and Fang Ziqi blocked him with words.
Since a few people were willing to spend money to give alms, the temple just let it go.
During this period, Zhou Yi was frequently invited to participate in the games played by several young men.
In addition to throwing pots, there are also Cuju, wrestling, drag hooks, Shuanglu... I have to say that as long as you are willing to put some thought into it, nightlife can be colorful even in a temple.
The younger brothers looked at Zhou Yi and felt more cordial to him, and they frequently invited Zhou Yi to visit their homes after leaving the temple.
At this time, Zhuo Mengyuan would look at Zhou Yi with amusement.
"This fake monk is pretty good at everything. He can do anything...is he just waiting for a price?"
In the blink of an eye, another seven or eight days passed, and Yeguo Temple suddenly became lively.
But it is Fa Xin’s senior brother, Master Fade, who is about to give a lecture and pray for all sentient beings on the Hungry Ghost Festival, the day of the traditional Ullambana Assembly of Buddhism.
Villagers, fishermen, and businessmen from far and near came up the mountain one after another, holding hemp pillows and quilts, and stayed overnight in the temple, waiting for the master's lecture the next day.
"Tomorrow is the Hungry Ghost Festival? It's so fast."
Under the moonlight, Zhou Yi stood in front of the meditation room window and looked at the two figures who had used the "invisibility technique" to become indistinct.
"I seemed to have promised Mr. Xu Xiaolang that he would do some moxibustion for his friend's son on this day. If you wait a little longer, if that doesn't work, I will go directly to ask the eminent monk Dan Ming to come out of seclusion and ask him to accept me as a disciple before approving me.
Return to the secular world."
The evening breeze blew in, tickling his bald head. Zhou Yi also felt a little sleepy, and unconsciously dozed off at his desk.
Drowsily, he heard two sharp voices floating in his ears.
"This monk is so handsome, but you don't know where he came from?"
"Anyway, I went up the mountain with those young ladies."
"Senior Brother Zhanyou has hinted many times to let them go down the mountain, but they never listened. No wonder we are cruel."
"Yes, we have to drag this foreign handsome monk to the main hall, and hand it over to the uncle's disposal along with those young ladies. Hey, this monk is so heavy! He is heavier than the famous Qi warrior that I dragged before.
Shen.”
"Then... hold the nose! Hold the nose!"
Zhou Yi felt an itching sensation on the tip of his nose, as if someone was poking his nostrils with a blade of grass.
His consciousness gradually became clearer, but his eyelids were still heavy and his body was exhausted, making it difficult to drive.
'I've been bewitched!'
Zhou Yi was secretly surprised, but did not panic, silently summoning the strange power deep within his body.
The "health-preserving power" slowly started to circulate, turning into a warm current and injecting into the meridians around the sky that were like ice.
Help Zhou Yi, fighting for control of the body bit by bit.
Every inch of land must be fought to regain lost ground.
Not long after, Zhou Yi's fingers flicked quietly, and then he slowly opened his eyelids.
The moonlight is like water, pouring down on the temple.
His body has been dragged out of the meditation room and has just crossed the finger-long threshold.
Under the hazy moonlight, two small dark green figures the size of thumbs were walking in front of them laughing and joking.
The little man on the left is dragging a straw rope on his shoulder, like a tracker tugging a boat by the river.
"This guy has no hair, so it's really hard to drag him away. Hey, why do you feel like you can't drag him away?"
The villain on the right stopped when he heard this and turned around: "Let's change it to someone else. He is also a monk..."
When it turned sideways, it glanced at the bald man behind him whose nose was tied with a straw rope.
The next moment, its body froze motionless.
His eyes were full of surprise.
What faced it was a pair of eyes that were already open, cold, ruthless, and unfathomable.
I saw that the foreign monk who was knocked down by their magic had already sat up at some point.
His body was like a big mountain, leaning forward slowly.
The smooth and shiny foreheads were very close to them.
Then, the monk opened his mouth and spit out three words.