Without any effort, He Qizhou met the tall, round and majestic Master Xiong again, but this time it was Brother Biao who respectfully and personally sent him: "Master Xiong, can you come into your cabin and take a step to talk?"
Xiong San looked at Brother Biao, not knowing what he meant, and asked: "Brother Biao..."
"What? Are you not going to give face to Hall Master De?" Zhai Biao shouted in a low voice.
"De, De, Master De, please invite me." Xiong San led He Qizhou into his hut. As expected, there were three or four large boxes stacked on the bedside table.
He Qizhou said: "Master Xiong, we are not going to ask the Salt Gang to handle the matter anymore. My second brother and I have agreed that Yan will not go back. Do you think the Tuoba family's gold bracelet and my family's ox cart can be returned to us?"
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"Well, to be honest, I have..."
"Dang!" He Qizhou threw the piece of anemone on the table in front of Xiong San and said: "Now I am handling affairs for the Second Duke. I will have to ask Mr. Xiong to take care of the De family's business in the future. I will take away the gold bracelet right away.
, please send someone to the oxcart directly to the Chengnan Inn before dark. Remember to buy 500 kilograms of flour for me and take it with you. You don’t need to pay for it. I will give you taels of silver when the time comes.”
"Okay, okay, you, how about you wait at the door, I, I'll give it to you right away..." Yesterday's story of one against six has long been spread, and the second princess came to see the beating. Of course, Xiong San also had something to say.
After hearing this, seeing that the other party was so confident and accompanied by his disciples, how could he still dare to ask more questions.
He Qizhou walked out of the hut, and there was immediately the sound of unlocking and rummaging through boxes.
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All the goods that Deshan brought were cleared, and the return date was scheduled for tomorrow. The reason why he didn't leave today was mainly because he wanted to go to Tianlong Temple in the city to pray for the newly deceased in his family. He Qizhou agreed to go with them in the afternoon and finish attending Xiong San's place.
He hurried back after his business, and Ling'er was already looking at the door of the inn. When he saw the miserable look on He Qizhou's face, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Cousin, you, why are you injured like this?"
"I heard that there was a fight in Nanshi yesterday afternoon. Could it be you?" Tokuyama asked worriedly as he walked out of the inn after hearing the noise.
"No way! To be honest, I went to Wanma Tower to box last night and earned the status of a caravan guard. I no longer need to hide in the cargo pile." Qi Zhou replied.
"Is that true? With your great ability, who could hurt you like this?" Tokuyama still didn't believe it.
"Look, didn't I beat the master? I became the master of the hall directly. I can still call on people on the way. Don't worry, uncle." He Qizhou had no choice but to take out the silver badge again.
"I believe it, but you must be careful. Later I will ask Bodhisattva to bless you and turn all dangers into good fortune." Tokuyama said.
He Qizhou thought to himself that as a disciple of the Quanzhen lay family, he should believe in gods and immortals, but he should do as the Romans do when he goes to the countryside, and when he goes to the temple, he should also let the Bodhisattva bless Xiaoxue.
Tianlong Temple is right next to the old palace. In front of the temple, there is a large square that is more than a hundred feet square. The size is a bit like the venue in front of the Jinluan Hall of the Imperial Palace of Qi. Walking in the empty square, Deshan explained: "I heard the old man say
, when this place was still a royal palace, this temple was called Baoguo Temple. On the days of Dharma meetings, tens of thousands of believers would gather in the square. Now it is often used to train soldiers. It is strange that it is not the time today, why is there still a temple?
So many soldiers?"
Among the pedestrians going to Tianlong Temple in the square, an old man who was close to them heard Tokuyama's words, came over and said proudly: "It seems that little brother doesn't know yet, in more than half an hour we will be here."
The prisoner ceremony is about to be held. The captured Qi troops will be escorted over. There is no high platform at the entrance of the temple. There will be important people going up later. Those sergeants are preparing to clear the place. If you come a little later, you will not be able to enter Tianlong Temple.
Already."
Deshan was overjoyed at first, then turned around and saw Qi Zhou and Xiaoxue's expressions changing slightly, and said, "Let's go into the temple."
There are hundreds of red futons placed in the main hall of the temple. There are monks in red clothes chanting sutras. There are only twenty or thirty people kneeling and praying devoutly. Deshan specially chose the afternoon to visit because he also wanted to avoid the crowded time in the morning.
, lest any fellow tribesmen still in the city discover He Qizhou's identity.
The melodious chanting sound seemed to be magnetic, and there seemed to be a sense of sacredness between the ups and downs. Deshan, who was kneeling on the ground, had just opened his mouth to recite a few sentences, and his face burst into tears.
He Qizhou deliberately paid attention to this temple. There were many differences from what he had seen in his hometown. There were long rows of prayer tubes in the temple, and the Buddha statues were very strange. Although the Buddha was not big, its whole body was made of gold.
It is also studded with all kinds of precious stones. I don’t know how much money it cost to make this Buddha alone. And most of the people in the city seem to be poor people. I think the status of Tianlong Sect in Zhou Dynasty is compared to that of Quanzhen Sect in Qi State.
Still a step above.
Suddenly I saw Xu Muxue next to me, lowering her head and muttering to the rhythm of chanting sutras, as if she mentioned her name, so I wanted to go over to hear it clearly, but was bumped away by Xu Muxue's shoulder, so I stopped.
Curious, he lowered his head and prayed: "Namo Amitabha, the snow will be restored to its original state; Namo Amitabha, my mother will live a long life; Namo Amitabha, my family will be safe; Namo..."
When He Qizhou was praying vigorously, the chanting of the monk in red suddenly stopped. He Qizhou knew that a group of people passed by the edge of the futon from behind the main hall, but he didn't understand why the monk stopped suddenly, so he looked up and didn't look.
It doesn't matter, this sight made all the hairs on my body stand up with fear!
Although the person walking at the front of the group was also wearing a red cassock, He Qizhou recognized who this person was at a glance. It was Wu Shi who could not be beaten to death! He saw Wu Shi who was only two futons away.
Without looking at the believers kneeling on the futons, he walked directly past him, feeling relieved again.
I just didn't expect that someone would call me at this time, and my heart tightened again!
"Isn't this Deren? Such a coincidence? How did it get hurt like this?"
He Qizhou saw that the person asking the question was none other than Ouyang Xuan, the captain of the Tutang of Qinglong Temple who had troubled the De family that day! His head buzzed as if he had been punched ten times by Wanyan Gang.
Perhaps seeing He Qizhou's unresponsiveness, Xu Mu, who was kneeling next to He Qizhou, hurriedly poked He Qizhou's waist and eyes with his elbow. He Qizhou immediately woke up and tried his best to calm down his thoughts. There were so many gamblers, a magical one-to-six, and the second princess
Ouyang Xuan showed up, and Ouyang Xuan, who had many eyes and ears, had no reason not to know about his fight yesterday, and he was still testing himself!
"Sir, I was injured in the ring last night!" He Qizhou lowered his voice and replied truthfully.
"What's going on? Aren't you here to rush us?" Wu Shi suddenly stopped, turned around and asked. Because Ouyang Xuan stopped and asked, the four or five elderly monks who were walking out of the temple together were also
Blocking behind him. "Sir,..." Ouyang Xuan quickly ran to Wushi's side and whispered a few words.
Wu Shi, who was about to step out of the palace door, turned around and walked straight from the futon room to the overwhelmed He Qizhou.
Seeing Wu Shi approaching step by step with an expressionless face, He Qizhou slowly stood up, lowered his head and faced Wu Shi sideways, and immediately released his clenched fists, not daring to mobilize a trace of his true energy, because he was in front of Wu Shi.
Absolutely vulnerable, now I can only hope that the other party did not see me clearly that night, but how is this possible? That day, when the fire was blazing into the sky, I could see the other party clearly! Alas, when I heard about the prisoner sacrifice, I
It's time to go back home, how could Wu Shi not participate? I didn't expect that we would meet on a narrow road here!
While He Qizhou was still regretting, Wu Shi had already come one step closer. Except for the people from the De family and Xu Mu, who looked at Wu Shi in horror, the other worshipers in the hall were leaning on the futons, not daring to take a breath.
The monk who had paused in reciting sutras just now did not take it seriously and continued to recite sutras.
"Colorless, without anger or madness. Nephew, Lingshi was not as good as you just now, but now you are not as good as him." The old monk who was walking at the end clasped his hands and chest and said to Wu Shi.
"Uncle Abbot, are you blaming me for breaking into the futon? It's true that my nephew has lost his temper and is moved by seeing the good guy. Let's go." After Wushi finished speaking, he bowed and carefully exited the area where the futon was placed. He just kept his eyes open.
Still staring at He Qizhou.
He Qizhou hurriedly nodded to the old monk Heshi, whom Wushi called the abbot, and then turned around and knelt down on his futon again.
The red-robed monk chanting the sutra must be Lingshi. He bowed his head to the abbot, as if admitting his mistake, but the sound of the sutra remained the same.
The old monk nodded, looked at He Qizhou again, sighed softly, and followed Wu Shi to the outside of the temple. He Qizhou vaguely heard Ouyang Xuan's flattering persuasion: "Sir, don't you get him into the Black Stone King Kong..."
"Forget it, we'll talk about it later, but I always feel like I've seen this person somewhere..." Wushi said.
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"That's Wushi, dear, that's just one step away. If he pats me, the energy in my body will definitely not escape his perception. I'm just wondering why he didn't recognize me? It seems that he has recovered from his injury.
It's not bad..." After leaving the main hall, He Qizhou breathed heavily and whispered to Xu Muxue.
"Well, I guessed it was him, but look at how you look now. You have lost more than twenty kilograms, your face is swollen like a pig's head, and you are wearing shepherd's clothes. Let alone him, even your mother
I can’t recognize you!” Xu Muxue, who also escaped, covered her mouth and smiled.
"It's okay, it's okay!" He Qizhou patted his chest. It was really close to death just now.
"Cousin, who was that monk just now? You scared me to death!" Ling'er patted her towering chest, came closer and asked.
"He is Wu Shi. I think he is the one who wants to arrest me most right now." He Qizhou.
"Why?" Linger was puzzled.
"Because he was almost killed by me." He Qizhou replied truthfully.
"Then let's go back quickly." Ling'er said.
"Yeah, let's go." Tokuyama also stepped forward and said.
"I also want to see the prisoner presentation ceremony. Let's stay away then." He Qizhou said with some sadness. Although he didn't want to see such a scene, he couldn't help but want to take a look.