The killing monk did not go to the restaurant and went back to the west wing.

The broken bowl in his hand was dangling, as if it contained a ladle of water that would overflow at any time.

Listen carefully, there seems to be a slight noise.

"Don't argue, don't argue."

The old monk lowered his head and said.

He carefully lifted up the hem of the monk's robe to avoid staining his new clothes.

After all, it was given by my apprentice, so I should cherish it.

Raise your hands to sweep away the dust on the ground, and then sit down.

Leaning against the wall, breathing seems to be absent.

The whole person is like a ball of air, with no physical existence.

Open your eyes and look, there is someone sitting there.

When I close my eyes, I feel nothing.

It is said that the Buddha has three bodies, the Dharmakaya, the Sambhogakaya, and his incarnation.

The first is regarded as the ontology of everything in the universe, from which both the latter two appear.

Only those who have profound Buddha nature and realize themselves.

Only then can you penetrate the upper realm, and the dharma body will always be there.

This is the case with the killing monk, who looks skinny and shriveled, with a bronze complexion.

Like an old man whose vitality and blood are decaying and dying.

However, this is just the physical appearance of the secular world.

The true Dharmakaya resides in the upper realm and is not visible to ordinary people.

Those who can reach this realm are already great Arhats who have achieved great success in Buddhism.

"Buddha sees eighty-four thousand insects in a bowl of water. If you don't recite this mantra, it will be like eating the flesh of all living beings.

Om Siparamanishaha..."

The killing monk narrowed his eyes, put down the broken bowl in his hand, opened and closed his lips and recited seven times silently.

This is a practice method popular in Beizong Zen Temple.

Before drinking water or eating, you must recite the mantra to resolve the sin of killing.

Wow!

Inside the broken bowl, the intense "water sound" swayed crazily.

A human face is vaguely visible, and it can be vaguely seen that it is Yang Ping, the steward of the Duke of Liang's Mansion.

"Master, have mercy on me! Master, have mercy on me!"

The voice of begging is faintly visible, sometimes rising and sometimes falling.

"Donor, now that you are on your way, how can you turn back?"

The killing monk shook his head, with a look of regret on his face:

"A bloody disaster has struck, and I can't do anything about it.

I can only recite another section of "Ksitigarbha's Original Vow Sutra" for you, so that you can be reborn and save this ghost from falling into the realm of evil ghosts."

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

Between the opening and closing of the lips, each syllable is like a lion's roar, vibrating with invisible air waves.

The billowing yin energy filling the broken bowl made a "chichi" sound.

It's like a piece of fat meat placed on a red-hot iron plate, with "sizzling" oily flowers.

"Thief bald donkey! Dead monk... Liang Guogong will never let you go!"

Yang Ping's ghost felt like he was in a furnace of fire, howling miserably.

He never expected that this skinny old monk would have such high martial arts skills and such a reckless temperament!

Without saying a word, he used a broken bowl under his hood and beat his body to pieces, taking away his ghost as well.

Don’t you know how serious a crime it is to intercept and kill someone in Duke Liang’s mansion in broad daylight?

"The thief is a bald donkey...the master has a compassionate heart..."

Gradually, Yang Ping's curses and screams became fainter.

Half an hour later, there was no more movement in Pobo.

"Amitabha, killing one person today is equivalent to doing one good deed and eliminating one disaster.

My merits and deeds are truly immeasurable.”

The killing monk opened his cloudy eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

He picked up the broken bowl with his right hand and drank it as if drinking water.

He has auspicious gods who reveal truths for the five directions.

There are also evil spirits, called Rakshasa evil spirits.

According to the ancient records of the Vedas, Rakshasa is extremely violent, wearing armor, riding a white lion on its hips, flying in the sky and walking on the ground, with terrifying speed and speed, and is one of the twelve heavens of Buddhism.

He has the magical power to swallow flesh and blood and eat souls!

……

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Outside the Nanmen Hutong, a group of Yunying Tiqi swarmed in and it was so crowded.

The teahouses and wine shops outside are all packed with guests.

Such a battle makes the people living here frightened.

Especially Ping Xiaoliu and his family, who were selling smuggled salt. They thought they were coming to arrest them, and they were so scared that they hugged each other.

"Lao Liu, a fifteen-year-old man from a hundred households, tsk tsk, is this considered the number one person in Beiya?"

"Does that need to be said? If you think about it, think about it. The number one in Tai'anfang's martial arts hall has entered the second level of Tongmai. How many in Tianjing City can compare with it?

No wonder it can be appreciated and reused by adults under command!"

"In other words, Ninth Brother's background is a little different, otherwise he might not be able to be like Governor Tan Wenying..."

"You don't have to go to Jiubian to make great achievements. Isn't the world of Heilongtai not vast enough?

When the number of households reaches 1,000 in a few years, it will be the fifth grade!"

"The three rising stars, Mr. Zhou, Mr. Xu... Meng Changhe, have all been kicked out.

As I see it, from now on Beiya will probably only recognize Mr. Ji!"

"..."

Those Yunying Tiqi, who were all in their twenties and thirties, came to listen to orders and meet with Shangguan.

Because Ji Yuan not only took the position of a hundred households, but also commanded a black flag to mobilize troops.

Under his control is a general flag, three small flags, and more than two hundred cavalrymen.

Except for those who need to patrol the streets and go out to the city, everyone else gathers here.

There are no other reasons. The first is to become familiar and show a respectful attitude as soon as possible, so as not to offend the newly appointed Ji Baihu and be judged by others in the future;

The second is to catch the wind and wash away the dust and explore the details.

Some people love money, some are lustful, and some seek fame...

Different temperaments should be treated with different methods.

Otherwise, it will easily be self-defeating.

These old guys who have been working hard at the bottom of Beiya for seven or eight years may not have high martial arts skills and no talent, let alone diligence.

But their ability to observe words and emotions and follow their preferences is definitely not much worse than that of Gong Gong in the court.

Of course, you can't be careless about trying to please your superior!

In the courtyard in Nanmen Hutong, Pei Tu and Li Yan were standing outside the house.

Of the two of them, one was holding a wooden tray with brand-new uniforms and official uniforms on it;

The other held a wooden box, which contained three black dragon flags for mobilizing troops.

After waiting for about half a moment, Ji Yuan finished washing, tied up his long hair, and fixed it with a wooden hairpin.

Putting on the white python flying fish suit given by the saint, and carrying the sharp embroidered spring knife, Shi Shiran walked out of the house.
To be continued...