Now it is the time when the Water and Land Conference is held. Wang Guang of the Tang Dynasty gathers monks from all over the world, and monks come in and out from time to time in Chang'an City.

These monks come from all over the world, some are single and travel with light clothes, with a string of Buddhist beads and bowls all over their bodies. Some are walking together in groups of three or three, with cassocks and tin staffs on their bodies, and a collection of scriptures and classics, and a lot of luggage.

Among these monks, Fu Yin, who had a strange treasure robes and a nine-ring tin staff, was not considered a shock. Even though these two things in his hands looked even more flashy, there was no point in the suspicious points that needed to be deliberately investigated.

However, perhaps because as Guanyin, he had a natural attraction to mortals. So when Fu Yin entered the city with these monks, it attracted the attention of the imperial guards in the city.

"Stop that old monk over there." The one who spoke was a tall and mighty young imperial guard who looked like a monkey.

Fu Yin paused.

"Yes, it's you." The young imperial guard quickly walked to Fu Yin, followed by two subordinates.

"General, what's wrong with this old monk?"

One of the subordinates asked in confusion, but when his eyes moved to Fu Yin, he suddenly understood why the general of the gatekeeper called the monk.

This monk is really special.

It's okay if you don't notice it, but once you notice it, it seems like something attracts him.

When he saw it, he didn't want to look away.

This old monk obviously has nothing to care about except for his cassock and tin staff. Moreover, even these two things are not the most prominent when compared with the outfits brought by some other monks.

What's even more strange is that compared to these two shining Buddhist precious items, his sight was more focused on the old monk himself.

God knows that he even thinks that the old monk looks inexplicably friendly, and he feels like he has a natural favor. The more he sees, the more he wants to get close to him.

It's really strange.

This subordinate muttered in his heart.

Obviously, there were other imperial guards around him who had the same idea as him.

This result led to the other monks entering the city unimpededly, while Fu Yin was blocked by several tall and powerful imperial guards.

Perhaps it is not appropriate to use the word "bang" to describe it, because in front of Fu Yin, the attitudes of these imperial guards are actually not tough, and they even feel very quiet and obedient.

Although they themselves didn't understand why they became honest in front of this old monk. Even when the other party's eyes were swept at them, they only had a faint look, but they subconsciously restrained all their tempers.

As the general of the imperial guards guarding the city, Zhou Huaisheng originally called on this old monk who made him care a little.

However, at this moment, after realizing the influence of this old monk on other imperial guards, Zhou Huaiyi couldn't help but feel more alert and cared more about the identity of this monk.

He looked at the old monk thoughtfully, and as much as possible, his tone didn't sound like he was scrutinizing: "Old monk, where are you from?"

Fu Yin looked at him and replied in a hurry: "The old monk traveled around the world and came from all over the world."

Zhou Huaisheng frowned slightly when he heard this, obviously a little dissatisfied with this set of rhetoric, but if the other party was really an ordinary monk, such statement would not be wrong.

Zhou Huaisheng thought about it and found that Fu Yin Guan the imperial guards' eyebrows and eyes were filled with auspicious purple gold aura, and his ancestors had a certain connection with the Dragon-Subduing Arhat.

With this Buddha's fate, it's no wonder this man noticed him at first glance among a group of monks who entered the city.

Fu Yin did not want to delay here, so she continued, "I am just a monk who traveled around and brought all my belongings to Huasheng Temple just to listen to Master Chen Xuanzang's altar to preach."

Zhou Huaisheng naturally knew this.

After all, Huasheng Temple is holding a water and land conference, and almost all the monks who come here are the same purpose.

What he cared about was always another point.

Seeing the general of the Imperial Army's expression of confusion and seemed to be thinking about something, Fu Yin chuckled softly, and his tone was gentle and comfortable: "If this official army still thinks the identity of the old monk is suspicious, just search for him."

search?

Zhou Huaisheng looked at the old monk in front of him and shook his head. Of course he had thought about doing this, and even thought of it at the first time, but soon he gave up on this idea and intuition told him that it would be better not to do this.

He couldn't help but look at the old monk in front of him again.

The other party's eyebrows were gray, his forehead was full of wrinkles, and his eye sockets were a little sunken. Although he looked quite old, his eyes were particularly calm and calm.

It shouldn't be a disguise among the people in the martial arts world, nor do they seem to be disguised by demons. No one except his master can wear it in front of him without being seen through.

As for the latter, his physique is special, and if he is a demon, he can feel it.

Perhaps the temperament of this old monk that makes people want to get close to him is really just because the other party is a monk who has a great understanding of Buddhism and Zen?

Zhou Huaisheng was silent for a long time.

In the end, after thinking for a while but not getting an accurate result, he chose to let it go.

Then he watched Fu Yin, who had transformed into a wandering monk, walk into the city until his back was completely submerged in the crowd, and then he retracted his gaze.

.........

What happened at the city gate was just a small episode for Fu Yin. He entered Chang'an City and followed the direction of other monks and walked towards Huasheng Temple located on Changming Street.

As we approached Changming Middle Street, the surroundings became more lively. Vendors on both sides shouted and greeted, children were playing rattles and laughing and joking, people came and went, and the originally spacious road surface seemed crowded.

After the playful child bumped into the third time as if he was deliberately trying to do so, Fu Yin decisively gave up on the road that could go straight to Changming to go to the streets.

This is not the fault of these children.

Although he turned into an old monk who traveled around, he was essentially Guanyin. Anyone who had a little faith in Guanyin would develop a natural favor and closeness to him.

Children aged four or five have not yet been immersed in their thoughts with complex worldly affairs, so this feeling of intimacy that they want to get close to him will be stronger, although these children themselves do not know this.

After gently smoothing the wrinkles of the robe, Fu Yin asked a nearby vendor. When he learned that there was a relatively remote old alley that could also go to Changming to take the streets, Fu Yin did not hesitate and went directly to a long and narrow path on the right according to the route mentioned by the vendor.

After walking on this long and narrow road for a few minutes, Fu Yin entered an old alley.

The width of this old alley is about one meter, and there are high stone walls on both sides.

There were no other pedestrians around the entire road except for Fu Yin standing at the entrance of the alley.

According to the vendor, the reason why this alley has few people is that it is because it is relatively remote and no one is willing to go far and go around the distance. The other is that there have been three missing cases here in a month.

Although the three missing people were found and did not seem to be hurt, they had no memory and sometimes they would become silly and mutter something on their mouths.

"It's like being possessed by evil spirits! Everyone suspected that they must have bumped into something unclean."

Before Fu Yin left, the enthusiastic vendor reminded him again: "Old donor, I think you are like a Buddhist monk, but if you insist on walking through that alley, you have to pay more attention."

Being possessed? Impurified things?

Walking on this old alley, Fu Yin did not feel the residual aura of evil spirits.

And, if it is something unclean...

Sometimes people's hearts are often more elusive than ghosts.

For example, now, Fu Yin did not encounter the dirty things in the vendor's mouth, but was targeted by the mortals who were attracted to his cassock and tin staff.

It was probably because he, an old monk, walked this path alone, that made him think about it.

Judging from the breath hidden behind the right, there were a total of six people.

Everyone's breathing is not stable, perhaps because of excitement, or perhaps because of nervousness.

Before these six people took action, Fu Yin pretended not to see it and walked forward steadily.

He cannot kill easily, and in order to obtain merit, all sentient beings can seek refuge in him.

And if it is not necessary, in the case of a cycle of cause and effect and malicious retribution, as long as the main plot is not affected, he will not interfere with the fate of these people.

What kind of person dies with what kind of ending? The answer has long been written on the book of life and death in hell.

"Boss, are you sure you want to do it?"

"Nonsense, let's put it here to bask in the sun if you don't do anything?"

"But... no... I don't know why, I... am a little nervous, no... I don't dare to attack the old monk below."

"Old...Boss, too, so do I, or we... wouldn't let it go."

"That's a big deal!" The strong man called the boss punched the two cowards one by: "The robes and tin staff in the old monk's hand are of extraordinary quality. If we do this, we can rest for at least three or five years."

"But...…"

"Don't let it go, just give it to me!" The strong man didn't want to talk nonsense anymore. He pulled out his sword and jumped off the wall first, blocking Fu Yin's way.

Seeing this, the others looked at each other and gritted their teeth, pulled out their weapons and jumped down.

"Old monk, please be aware of your appearance and hand over the cassock and tin staff. We can't help but not hurt your life." The strong man raised his chin at Fuyin, as if he planned to be polite first and then fight.

Fu Yin looked at the leader who was blocking his front. Although the other party had some evil deeds, he had no guilt for killing.

He estimated the merit value that these people could give back to him if they were to Duhua. After reaching the conclusion that it was still quite rescued, Fu Yin narrowed his eyebrows and said slowly: "Even if the old monk gave these two things, you may not be able to take them away."

"What does it mean?" The strong man frowned and said in a bad tone: "How could he not take it away? Don't pretend to be like a monk."

Fu Yin shook his head gently and said, "My tin staff and cassock are important treasures in Buddhism. For ordinary people, it weighs ten thousand pounds. Only those who are destined to read the scriptures can pick it up from my hands."

The strong man widened his eyes: "We weigh ten thousand pounds? Are you, the old monk, slandering people!"

Fu Yin: "Amitabha, monks do not lie."

The strong man frowned even more: "What scripture do you think is it?"

As soon as he said this, the strong man was a little stunned, as if he couldn't believe that he would be so natural, so he asked according to the old monk's words.

Even after he reacted now, he didn't feel much upset.
To be continued...