When the sutras were chanted together, all the heroes fell silent.
Even the Taoist priests who were holding yellow talismans and preparing to rush to the stage also fell silent. Looking at the two figures one horizontal and one vertical on the square stage, they all felt regretful.
If everyone had been tougher just now and chased away the heroic soldiers and monks from Xiangshan Temple and rushed to the stage together, no matter the outcome, they would have been able to restrain Wang Dacheng, drag him off the stage, and discuss his crimes slowly.
Then the body will not die and the Tao will disappear... Now it is too late. Even if the corpse is collected, it can also be cooked by the Taoist priests, so there is no need for Taoists to take care of it.
What makes people even more angry is that Danbadawa, the Tubo master who had just waved flags and fired cannons in public, fired gongs and shouted, and slapped Zhongtu Shimen in the face, was so terrifying with his Zen skills and fighting power!
Not to mention Zen Master Lingzhen who is still standing on the plank road, even Zen Master Kuzhu who is sitting under the Changxuan, and the eminent Buddhist monks who are sitting in the same place among the group of knights, have no confidence in taking down this Tubo monk. In addition, Chang
Dorje Cairen, the Buddhist monk from the Western Regions, smiled and said nothing... The attempt of the Chinese Buddhism Sect to stabilize the whole audience may have added another variable.
Seeing that what had happened, the group of Taoists turned their attention to the Taoist priest Jingyun Guan, bowed their hands, and showed sympathy in their eyes.
Yang Chaoxi also followed the group and handed over his hands, but his mind repeatedly revolved around the last words Wang Dacheng muttered when he was dying: "My son, don't be anxious, my father is here!"
These words were "translated" by Zhang Zayou, but they were like a sharp thorn that pierced Yang Chaoxi's heart, causing him to miss a beat of breath in pain:
A ruthless person may not be a true hero. How can you not be a husband if you have a pity for your son!
He lost his father when he was young. Although he pieced together the image of his father, Yang Sanlang, in his mind from a few words spoken by his mother and neighbors. However, in the end, it was just a figment of his own.
In fact, he has never really felt what it would be like if he had a father watching him grow up. Therefore, he unconsciously imagined that Master, Guan Shibo, Gongsun Guanzhu and all the masters in Guanzhong were his fathers.
Although he is mostly harsh and harsh, he still feels extraordinarily warm.
Today I personally saw Wang Dacheng avenge the murder of his son, reduced to this state, but still unrepentant! Apart from the shock, I was deeply moved - a father loves his son, his words are sincere; like a mountain, he is thick
Simple!
Perhaps from the moment his son died, Wang Dacheng had become hopeless and wanted to die. It was just that he had not avenged his revenge and could not calm down, so he had been holding back until now, and wanted to use the evil and heretic skills to
, kill the enemy with your hands.
Unfortunately, God did not fulfill his wish. He had not yet met his enemy, but he met the Tubo Imperial Master in the first round of the fight today. After being forced to use all his means, he was still defeated and died. It is really pitiful, respectable, and sad.
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The Taoist priests in Jingyun's audience were all dejected and silent, as if they were as sad as a rabbit dead and a fox dead. Only Shi Xiaoren was heartless, snorted coldly, cursed "trash" secretly, and ignored it.
The owl chirps and the insects chirp.
The water mist became thicker and thicker, the wind lantern became blurry, and a few wisps of blue clouds wrapped around the crescent moon and dragged them down towards the west mountain of Longmen. A deep chill filled the sky, earth, mountains and forests.
Zen Master Lingzhen announced the winner and then said slowly: "You heroes! It is getting late now, and the arena needs to be repaired overnight. Today's martial arts competition on the stage will be suspended here.
The temple has vacated a sutra hall, several meditation halls, and prepared several futons and thin quilts for you to rest at night. I will gather here with you again at three o'clock tomorrow morning!"
When the heroes heard this, their nerves relaxed. They got together in small groups, each with his or her own mood. Under the guidance of the Xiangshan Temple warrior monks and the guest monks, they climbed up along the rough stone steps. Hundreds of heroes gradually converged on the winding road.
In the winding mountain road, there are people walking shoulder to shoulder and heads moving. They are walking like an ancient giant python with its head and tail cut off.
Because there are Buddhist caves and statues on the west mountain of Longmen, there were actually many temples and nunneries on both sides of the Yishui River. However, most of them were destroyed by the Jizhou bandit soldiers and no longer prospered. Among the remaining temples, only Xiangshan Temple is famous for its incense.
, the most restrictive. Therefore, there are not a few heroes from all over the world who take advantage of the break of the "Shendu Martial Arts Conference" to enter the temple to see the wonders.
The monks of Xiangshan Temple knew what everyone was thinking, so on the stone steps of the mountain road, every few steps, there would be a warrior monk standing quietly with a torch in his hand and leaning on a stick, illuminating the road.
In addition, there are also dozens of people staying on the campus, scattered around the gate. Most of them are from various parties stationed here, staring at the eyes and ears of the water sword box, but the other half are from sects and sects that are at odds with the Buddhist sect, as well as preparations.
Carpenters and workers renovating Sifang Terrace.
Yang Zhaoxi didn't want to climb the mountain to enter the temple and join in the excitement. Besides, the Zoroastrian, Beggar Gang, Xiaoxiangmen, "Four Friends of Lowly Class" and other people he was familiar with all chose a nearby open space and set up camp. They were sleeping in the open.
A few nights is not a hard thing, and you can have good friends and beautiful people to chat with you... and there are also "Heshang Winery" and other sheds nearby, where you can buy wine to satisfy your hunger and keep out the cold...
Although he had this thought, he could not withstand the invitations one after another from the Taoist seniors, as well as the forceful pulls from Fang Qidou, Xiao Zhan and others. Yang Zhaoxi had no choice but to suppress his thoughts and obediently followed the flow of people up to Xiangshan Temple.
They were all martial arts practitioners, and their steps were not slow. In just a few seconds, the group of heroes had passed through the mountain gate and arrived on a platform paved with gravel. The platform was not wide, and there were a few plants planted on the left and right.
Ancient cypress. The branches and leaves of ancient cypress are like a canopy, covering the sky and creating large shadows on the ground.
To the east of the platform is the temple gate. The owl's kiss is like a hook, and the eaves are wide and low.
Two rows of visiting monks each carried lanterns and lined up on the left and right, waiting for the guests. Abbot Lingche had rushed back early and was standing at the doorstep, holding a Zen staff and wrapped in cassocks, saluting the first few people.
Said: "Amitabha! Lao Ji Lingche respectfully welcomes Prince Xiping, Lord Xiao, and the heroes from all directions to Han Temple!"
Brother Shu Yao, the king of Xiping County, had bright eyes and a high posture. He cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Thank you, abbot! I am waiting for the warrior to bother you tonight."
Henan Yin Xiaojing also crossed his hands and returned the greeting: "Abbot Lingche is so polite! If we talk about higher than lower, the abbot is not only a senior disciple of the Buddhist sect, but also a senior in the martial arts world. We both admire and admire him!"
Everyone was greeted with a brief greeting. Abbot Lingche took the lead and led Ge Shuyao, Xiao Jing, Zen Master Kuzhu, Wu Tianshi and others into the temple gate.
The Zhike monks carrying wind lanterns also turned around one after another, and slowly stepped in along with the crowd of knights. The wind lanterns in their hands illuminated the bricks and stones under their feet clearly.
The heroes rushed into the temple gate and saw a small courtyard. There was a bell tower on the left and a drum tower on the right, both more than two feet high. It was so dark that it was difficult to see what was going on inside. In the center was the Temple of the Heavenly King, with a huge mountain top hanging down.
When it comes down, it looks like the wings of a Kunpeng, stretching into a silhouette in the night.
Abbot Lingche had already led the first few people along the verandah on the left and headed straight to the backyard, where there were guest rooms that had been prepared early.
Zen Master Lingzhen stood on the steps in front of the Tianwang Hall, and ordered the monks to spread out in all directions, holding torches high, illuminating the front of the hall as if it were daytime. Then he cleared his throat again and said:
"Dear heroes, I think the scenery in our temple is similar to that of other temples and nunneries in China, and there is nothing very strange about it. You are all tired today, so I have asked the visiting monks in the temple to take you to rest somewhere. If you want to pay homage to the Buddha,
Those who are offering incense and looking around may wish to wait until tomorrow morning to guide you to various places for sightseeing."
Zen Master Lingzhen’s words were very euphemistic. All the heroes knew the implication, which was to remind people with evil intentions not to covet the precious things in the temple and become a gentleman. However, it was not harsh to hear it, and it made people admire them.
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But the people of Miaoshou Hall who were mixed among the heroes were all secretly frightened. The originally planned matter of "scraping the Buddha's face with gold" was even more cautious.
Yang Zhaoxi and Fang Qidou, Xiao Zhan and others had already lined up behind the group of people, so that when Zhike Monk divided and settled the people, he could put them in the same place as the Taoist brothers, so that they could meet and chat with each other at night.
It can be much more convenient.
But just now, all the temple masters followed Prince Xiping and followed Abbot Lingche to the backyard. Only the teachers in the temple, who were shouting and shouting, restraining their disciples, and the disciples who were whispering to each other, looking around, and jostling were left behind.
The heroes gathered together in one place. The scene was very noisy, disturbing the purity of the temple.
"Everyone! Please follow the divisions of sects and sects, and the distinction between men and women, masters and disciples, and follow the guest monks to different places. Don't make any noise! If you need fast food or hot water, just report it to the guest monks. It will be later.
I’ll deliver it to you!”
Zen Master Lingzhen saw that the group of heroes could not disperse for a while, so he moved around again and started making noises. He immediately activated the "Ten Directions Brahma Sound Technique" and reminded him solemnly.
The noise immediately subsided greatly.
In just one meal, the group of knights gathered in front of the Heavenly King's Hall finally dispersed and went to their respective places to rest.
Yang Zhaoxi, Fang Qidou, Xiao Zhan, and Pugu Xingde were arranged in a group room. The group room was only one foot square, with a wooden couch, a mat, and two futons.
That's all. The four of them looked at each other for a moment, then lifted up the mat and spread it on the ground. If they squeezed in like this, it would be enough for four people to spend the night.
But at this moment, the four of them didn't feel sleepy anymore, so they simply sat up cross-legged and set up the Dragon Gate Formation.
The moon moves and the clouds turn, and the sound of leaks gradually becomes thinner.
The four of them talked to each other, but the more they talked, the more excited they became. Today, several competitions have passed, and only Yang Chaoxi among the four went to the Sifang stage, and finally returned home victorious. So when the topic reached the end, they
It fell on Yang Chaoxi's head again. The three of them not only admired his Taoist skills and martial arts, but also envied him for his good luck. All kinds of narrow-minded attempts and sour words were thrown at him from time to time, making Yang Chaoxi unable to resist and making him laugh and cry.
While the four of them were joking, they suddenly heard a crisp "click" sound on the group house, as if a tile had been stepped on and cracked.
Yang Zhaoxi immediately stopped talking and glanced at the three of them. At the same time, he opened the small window and twitched his ears to catch the sounds outside. Fang Qidou and Xiao Zhan, one on the left and one on the right, also came closer and listened carefully.
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"We've got a good show! Who is so bold as to steal the Buddha's head?" Fang Qidou looked worried about the world being in chaos.
"I'm afraid it's a thief sent by Miaoshou Tang." Xiao Zhan had just dealt with a thief from Miaoshou Tang a few days ago and immediately guessed.
"Today, the Xiangshan Temple is truly worthy of its name of 'opening the door and bowing to the thieves'!" Pugu Xingde also had a joking expression on his face.
Yang Chaoxi then turned his head and said with a straight face: "The thief's lightness skills are quite good. He only jumped on the house, but he went to the backyard. I don't know what treasure in the temple he caught..."
"If it's the backyard... they should be heading towards the Buddhist scripture building. These thieves from the 'Miaoshou Hall' want to take advantage of the chaos to steal some martial arts secret manuals." Xiao Zhan raised the corners of his mouth, feeling a bit gloating about his misfortune.
"If it's such a good show, how can we miss it?" Fang Qidou became more and more interested, and immediately opened the small window and jumped out.
Yang Chaoxi was about to stop him, but he missed the point. He immediately looked at Xiao Zhan with both laughter and tears in his eyes. But when he saw the look in his eyes that was about to move, he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Sure enough, no one keeps to himself!"
Xiao Zhan smiled, but did not answer. His figure suddenly flashed, and he flew out of the small window and disappeared into the night.
Yang Chaoxi sighed softly, and regardless of Pugu Xingde's mouth gradually opened, he also followed the same example, and a "civet cat pounced on the mouse" had landed in the courtyard outside the window. He stood up and looked around, and when he saw no one noticed, he immediately raised his eyebrows
With his feet connected, he jumped onto the eaves, followed a few black spots leaping in the distance, and quickly chased after them!
At this time, the clouds were getting heavier, the moon was setting over the western mountains, and everything was covered with dark green.
The shadows of trees with double eaves and the outline of water-shaped mountains are all connected into an endless ink color.
Yang Zhaoxi and the others were all good at lightness skills, and they quickly caught up with the man who stepped on the eaves and cracked tiles. However, they always kept a distance of four to five feet and were not discovered by him.
As expected! When the thief ran to a three-story pavilion, he stagnated slightly. After the night watch monk got around, he jumped down. He then climbed up the bracket and climbed up the double eaves, but he was on the second floor.
I found a window and ducked in.
At this time, Yang Zhaoxi had already grabbed the lead of Fang and Xiao. When he saw the thief entering the building, he immediately jumped up, followed immediately, and got into the scripture storage building.
Fang Qidou, Xiao Zhaner was still waiting to follow, but suddenly stopped his body. I saw a monk coming out of the corner of the corridor on the other side of the Sutra Collection Building, holding a clapper in his hand and making a "puff" sound.
But he shouted:
"The third watch has arrived! Everything is safe and sound——"
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