Chapter 74 The whereabouts of the Buddhist scriptures
Lady Cui was stunned.
The surprise in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by slightly sparkling tears.
"Brother..."
Mrs. Cui's shoulders trembled violently, and then she turned around impatiently.
Before he could turn halfway, he was stopped by the person behind him.
"I don't want you to see what my brother looks like now."
Tears burst into Mrs. Cui's eyes instantly: "Brother, are you still alive? Where have you been all these years? The old man at the door said that you were imprisoned by bad people..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the person behind her.
"Being imprisoned by a bad person? Did he say it himself? Hahaha, it's really ridiculous. A thief shouts to catch a thief. It's so despicable and shameless. In the past three years, a certain person has endured the pain of tigers biting his buttocks day and night. It's like falling into an endless hell, trying to survive.
No, I can’t even seek death, so I’ll thank him for it!”
Mrs. Cui was stunned: "Brother, tell Ying'er quickly, what is going on? Didn't you go there under orders to find the whereabouts of Huozaojiaoli, and then you were captured by a bad person in an ambush."
"Bad people? Haha, they never showed up at all. The people who set up an ambush and wanted to capture me were people sent by Ma Lao Pifu, a second-generation disciple headed by He Houcai."
Hearing this, Cui Ying'er trembled, then clenched her fists tightly: "Why?"
"Humph, who knows, maybe it was because he was afraid of stealing the legendary immortal fruit - jujube and jujube to the plow for my brother. After he captured me, he tortured me and interrogated me. I refused to say anything and had nothing to say.
The old man couldn't do anything to me, so he imprisoned me in a mural in Yeguo Temple and tortured me day and night."
Cui Ying'er couldn't bear it anymore.
Ignoring the people behind her to stop her, she twisted around and turned around.
What came into view was a short and thin man wearing a bamboo hat and a brown cloth gown, with his neck, hands, and forehead covered with linen bandages.
On parts of his body that were rarely exposed, pieces of rolled, scabbed, and torn flesh could be seen.
Cui Yinger stretched out her hand, but finally put it down.
"It turns out that for the past three years, there is only a mountain between you and me, brother and sister, but we can't see each other. Yes, does the old thief know that my brother has escaped?"
There was a complex look in the man's eyes, with both hatred and a blazing light: "Soon, he will know, because I am not the only one who escaped."
Cui Ying'er looked surprised: "How did my brother escape?"
Cui Hu sighed with emotion: "I vaguely remember that there was a white horse that fell from the sky, as huge as an elephant, with flames all over its body, and broke through the murals of the demon temple to rescue us. I don't know who the master is, but he can't stand the evil in Jiannan Yinmen.
OK, let's call him to do what the divine horse does."
Cui Ying'er listened intently, gritted her teeth for a while and said: "The monks in Yeguo Temple turned out to be evil monks. There are no good monks in the world, including the monk who stayed in the inn last night. Humph, sooner or later he will be killed
Chop it into pieces and make it into meatballs to vent your anger on my brother!"
Cui Hu shook his head slightly: "Buddhism has long ceased to exist. How can there be any real monks in the world? You and I don't need to take action to deal with these fake monks. Sister, do you have anything else to do?"
Cui Yinger shook her head: "No."
Cui Huzhang breathed a sigh of relief: "Without further delay, follow my brother and leave here."
…
On the second floor of the inn, Zhou Yi sat cross-legged, looking at the lines of small black characters flying by, and the low voices of the Cui brothers and sisters floated in his ears.
"Why he traveled from Jiangnan Road to Lingnan Road to join his relatives, and then ended up living in Pingsha Town to open an inn. It is indeed a human setup. The Cui brothers and sisters are originally members of the Yinmen. The Luoxia Inn is also one of the strongholds of the Yinmen."
Zhou Yi rubbed his smooth forehead, his eyes were cold and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.
The person who intimidated the ghost monks of Yeguo Temple to act as an accomplice, turned Yeguo Temple into a prison, and forced the abbot Danming to sit down in the painting... was none other than one of the sworn enemies of the bad guys in the Tang Dynasty - Jiannan Yinmen.
The Hidden Gate can drive monsters and spirits to its own use, so one can imagine how powerful it is.
As for those imprisoned in that mural, except for the two bad guys Zhuo Sanlang and Wei Youniang, the rest are all members of the Yinmen.
Most of them are like Cui Hu downstairs, who has a secret, but betrays the hidden door.
After Yinmen captured them, they were unwilling to kill them, so they found a secret place to imprison them, and tortured them day and night year after year.
The Hidden Sect traitors who can withstand such torture are often resolute and rebellious.
Now, four of them are gathered at Luoxia Inn!
Cui Hu naturally came to pick up his sister and leave.
As for the other three remaining...
Zhou Yizheng was thinking that Cui Ping had already taken Cui Ying'er and left Luoxia Inn.
Not long after, the three traitors from the Hidden Sect, disguised as a juggler, a female swordsman and a doctor, also left the inn, hid themselves, and chased the Cui brothers and sisters.
"It turns out that the three of them were in the mural and heard about Cui Hu getting the jujube and pear. They coveted it, so they followed it."
Zhou Yi understood.
Although he was quite interested in the development of this incident, after all, everything stemmed from him releasing them from the mural, and it was already connected with cause and effect.
However, others have their fate, and I also have unfinished business of regenerating my hair and returning to secular life.
"That's okay, no matter what, we'll just watch their ending then."
Zhou Yi rubbed his bald head and put away the small black letters.
Shaotou suddenly shouted loudly: "Master, that Lady Cui and the man with a bandage packed up their belongings and left the inn! Half-hearted! Water-minded! How can this be unreasonable! Why don't you capture them and hand them over to the Master!"
"Amitabha."
Zhou Yi shouted in a low voice: "Shaotou, from now on, please shut up."
…
After autumn, south of Jueling enters the season of continuous rain.
Only Pingsha Town is like a dry land, with rainwater swirling around and refusing to come in.
Two days have passed in the blink of an eye.
Yanqufu and Axiu still have not left Pingsha Town.
They shuttled through the streets and alleys of Pingsha Town, looking for various secret codes hidden under the bark of trees, in the cracks of walls, beside pavers...
Zhou Yi naturally stayed put and lived in the same town as the two of them, but they had never met each other.
The Buddhist treasures held by the Yan Qu Mansion are the unnamed Buddhist scriptures that once caused a stir during the "Controversy of Magic and Dao, Five Marquises Rebellion in the Capital" incident that shocked the world fourteen years ago.
Buddhist gates collapsed, temples were destroyed and Buddhist scriptures were burned.
In the entire land of China, not even half of the Buddhist scriptures are left.
Zhou Yi wants to revitalize Buddhism, but if he doesn't even have a Buddhist scripture at hand, it's just a dream.
Ever since, there was the first small step in the epic task of reviving Buddhism - obtaining the unnamed Buddhist scripture.
Although there is no direct explanation in the small black letters.
But all the clues point to Yanqu Mansion.
Fourteen years ago, when he was deposed as the chief instructor of the Shence Army and sadly left Chang'an City, that Buddhist scripture should have been with him.
The Five Precepts and Ten Good Deeds of Buddhism cut off Zhou Yi's idea of "empty hands".
Moreover, the small black characters did not indicate where exactly the Buddhist scripture was hidden by Yan Qu Mansion.
If Zhou Yi wanted to get that Buddhist scripture, he had no choice but to ask Yan Qu Mansion for it.
In the past two days, Yan Qufu and Axiu played guessing games all over the streets.
Zhou Yi had already figured out that someone deliberately set up a series of puzzles, constantly changing the meeting place, and making Yan Qufu and Axiu confused.
The two of them got too good at playing guessing games, were in a bad mood, and were already simmering with anger.
It is obviously inappropriate to go to them at this time and inquire about the whereabouts of the Buddhist scriptures.
With nothing to do, Zhou Yi simply waited at the inn and played remote guessing games with the two of them.
Soon after, Zhou Yi also started to get a little excited.
Many puzzles require not only profound historical knowledge and humanistic allusions, but also high enough poetic attainments.
Zhou Yi meditated hard and used his brain too much. At one point, he felt that even the hair roots under his scalp began to shrink——