Chapter 247 Looking back at the old mountain thousands of miles away
Up to now, the situation on the field has become a tripartite situation, with Pingxi Palace, Xitan Temple, and Kagyu Sect each occupying one.
Among them, the Prince of Pingxi regards the Sittan Temple as a nail planted by the Dali Mu Family on Jizu Mountain. The Kagyu Sect has also always wanted to remove this hidden stake in Buddhism in Han China, so the Sittan Temple is naturally in a disadvantageous situation.
Fortunately, the strength of the tripod also has its benefits. For example, if there is a slight difference in the difference between the numbers, it can often sway the situation. If Sidtan Temple wants to win the deadlock and survive until the end, it must work hard to change its current disadvantage.
Abbot Hongbian was seen standing calmly in the middle regardless of the surprise of others. His expression and voice sounded like he was lobbying for an imperial edict, but also sounded like he was making a statement. At the moment, he actually lowered his posture very low, as if he was just asking for help.
Pingxi Prince's Mansion should give him justice?
This can't help but make everyone suspicious. Such an attitude is normal in normal times, but now it is extremely puzzling——
You know, this is the first active counterattack made by the monks of Sidtan Temple since the beginning. Is this it?
Referring to the offensives of the two foreign parties, the rhetoric of the Prince of Pingxi is urgent and dangerous, and the attitude of the Kagyu monk sect is both intimidating and intimidating. We have already seen it all. Why is Abbot Hongbian still pretending to be a gentleman here? Is it possible?
When death is imminent, do you still want to follow the same path as Duke Wen of the Song Dynasty?
Wu Zhimao was naturally more suspicious, but he was worried about more than that. Today he made up his mind that as long as he was not persuaded, no matter how eloquent Abbot Hongbian was, it would not help in the end, so he nodded and signaled
Yes.
"Thank you Xu Hongzu."
Abbot Gu Xing received permission and turned around quickly. He noticed that there was not an old monk among Xu Xia's guests. After he stepped down with a bamboo stick in his hand, his white hair and pale face were particularly eye-catching. He looked more distinguished than all the monks present.
Be older.
Anren ran up the mountain and wandered around, whether he was a human or a ghost. I dared to retreat into the city, and I also dared to go down the official road, because in my travels, I have met Lao Duoye who did not have the status of a gentry.
How could he easily obtain the horse tags from his relatives, friends, and officials, and drive the people along the way to whip the "treacherous people"!
Everything is words, all in it.
Anren, who suffered from miasma, was finally kidnapped by a group of horse teams, imprisoned and transported under the snow like a wild beast, and tortured in every possible way by a lama named Keba. His skin was peeled off, his blood was taken and he was tortured until he was a human figure, just in order to obtain some kind of "
Strange poison", and my heart completely fell into the abyss.
Wan Keqin suddenly woke up in his trance and roared with anger: "You bad Gu Xing, he actually used his body as a bait to drag you into the water!"
After saying this, he waved his bamboo stick and pointed it directly at Khenpo Lama, who was at the top of the Kagyu Sect, and shouted angrily in a deep voice.
The protector lama burst into tears and tightly hugged the trousers of an old man who was about my age behind him. The old man rubbed his top with his hands, and spoke warmly to the protector, praising the two lamas, as if he were prophesying after the Buddha.
Why do side affairs matter?! What do human lives matter?
I gradually regained my composure, and my back became even more aged as I tried to straighten my waist. I followed Abbot Wanke's example of tying my hands tightly around my waistband, like a rag trying to wring out the water. I staggered and finally stood up.
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At this time, there were chaotic footsteps and the sounds of running to put out fires in the door. Zen Master Xiaojing, who had a white beard and eyebrows, suddenly staggered and rushed away from Wu Zongbing, shouting out loud, "The abbot has destroyed his Zen room."
Burnt to the ground!"
It is generally worth noting that among the Kagyu sect, there is also no Khenpo Lama among those who are not so bright-faced.
We originally discussed in secret that Hong Chengchou's plan to support the invaders and respect themselves was broken. At that time, the Kagyu monks would provoke a border provocation, and the Pingxi Prince's Palace would send people to resist. Both sides would use deceit to share the wealth.
Fayun Pavilion Rere said: "Monk Qingzhu, he has nothing to mention?"
"Bao Tan took advantage of the situation and took the opportunity to join the Chen family. He committed adultery, robbery and murder, and dug graves and houses everywhere. Xu Biao then assembled rural soldiers to capture Nanning and captured him on the mountain of deserters on the other side of Changtang in the upper reaches of the Yong River.
If Bao Tan beheads his head to show it to the public, then it can be regarded as self-satisfied, and the retribution will be very satisfying."
Khenpo Lama looks very old and has deformed bones. How could I, an old lama from the land of Kham and Tibet, murder a monk who lives in Guangdong and Guangxi?
However, when I saw Abbot Gu Xing twitching slightly in a pool of blood, his legs suddenly softened and he knelt on the ground, crying uncontrollably. Abbot Gu Xing, who had been dying for a long time, finally closed his eyes completely before hearing the words of Zen Master Xiaojing.
Eyes closed.
A sharp shout sounded, and Fayun Pavilion was startled.
"He He……"
From then on, the house slave Gu Pu was still alive, and it was Khenpo Lama who came back.
Then he collapsed to the ground and never made any sound again.
I was wearing a bright yellow monk's hat, and the bottom of my head was full of lumps and odd-colored spots. My lips were turned inside out, and there were huge tumors on my neck.
He leaned to one side and sat cross-legged. Although his feet were sound, the knuckles of his hands were particularly twisted like chicken feet, making him look so ugly that it was almost nauseating.
I saw the gray-haired protector of Zanshan standing up suddenly, stepping under the monk's robe on the floor, and even tore the luxurious robe to tears. However, I didn't have time to care, so my hands were trembling and I suddenly fell down.
On the ground, the blue brick floor suddenly shook, and blood even came out!
"Old Dharma King... was he declared dead by the Red Hat Dharma King in the eleventh year of the Water Horse..."
At the beginning, I also followed the example of that pedantic and stubborn monk, which attracted the covetous eyes of the Xiangjiang bandits and almost killed Lao Duo. I saw that Lao Duo was tired of being a drag, but he was getting rid of the drag, so I secretly bought it.
Here comes the nux vomica.
Jing heard that the servants were shaken all over and looked at Khenpo Lama in shock as he stood up hastily.
At the last moment after his death, Khenpo Lama was finally freed from that extremely ugly body, and seemed to have once again transformed into the honest and simple Anren, a tenant of the Xu family who made a living by farming.
But my old eyes suddenly sharpened as I coughed.
After a moment of surprise and confusion, everyone gradually became calmer. The situation in front of them seemed to be just two sides throwing dirty water at each other. It seemed that the solution for the Sittan Temple was to find ways to remove the current leader of the Kagyu Sect.
Pull up the horse.
Thinking of this, Jingwen's servant could not help but turn his head and look at Jiang Wen, who was paralyzed and unconscious. It seemed that he was reminded of the topsy-turvy and bizarre dreams I had one after another.
As Pinzhao screamed in surprise, everyone realized that the person they came to was actually a personal guard of the Mu family, the chieftain of Lijiang. However, the head of the Mu family was detained by Wu Bagui on charges of treason, and the entire Mu family was heavily guarded by troops - in front of them
The Mu family themselves have learned that they can't protect themselves. What kind of madness did Abbot Gu Xing of Xitan Temple have to cause trouble again? Is it because he is ill and has to seek medical treatment, or is he worried about having little debt?
"Amitabha, no, no, no." Almsgiver Xu left Wanke Monk on his journey on April 78, the 10th year of Ding Chou's reign in Chongzhen. Before that, the monks met Almsgiver Xu at Huguan in October and told him
He said, "Miao Bao will look back on the twenty-fourth day of the next month." Almsgiver Xu was so sad that he returned to Nanning overnight."
However, Gu Xing's move was too vicious, and Wan Ke would definitely die today. Even if Xitan Temple was lucky enough to gain the upper hand, it would still face the Pingxi Palace's overt and covert attacks; and Gu Xing died recently, and the bet was on my method.
Yunge's wealth and life can even become the clarion call for the Mu family to fight back!
And even if the person behind you is the reincarnation of the old Dharma King who has made his wish to return, it is possible that he will become an old man in his late teens in a few years, right?
"Khenpo! What on earth does he want to do! You Kagyu sect are only following the orders of the Dharma King, don't do anything random!"
The guardian lama on the left also had tears in his eyes. He followed him and fell to the ground. His cry shocked General Wu. However, the young lamas accompanying him were all stunned and confused, completely unaware that the two young lamas were
What on earth is Lama excited about?
At this moment, there was chaos in the field. Fayun Pavilion, as a general, kept his sword away from his body. At this moment, Huizhi immediately drew his sword and stabbed Khenpo Lama in a small step -
However, it was not long before I was placed in Chongshan Temple in Nanning. I was seriously injured and had to be treated. Because Wu Zhimao once told Wu Zhimao, "If he can reach Jishan with his body, he must reach it with his bones." Therefore, Wu Zhimao personally escorted Miaobao's ashes. Later, the scriptures
, At this point, Wan Ke’s ambition to reach Jizu Mountain was finally realized.
"However, only the old monk knows the truth of this matter..."
The Khenpo Lama fell into the situation of being betrayed and separated from his relatives, and he seemed to be alone. However, at this time, he behaved particularly calmly, and what showed in his ugly appearance was a warm smile.
"Now that the matter has come to this, is he still willing to plead guilty!?"
Anren gradually recalled the scene when he and Lao Duoye stood on the top of Huangshan Mountain.
Otherwise, as the oldest member of the Kagyu Sect, how could I have known the tenth Dharma King, and how could the tenth Dharma King be interested in me?
Being delayed for such a long time by talking, Qichuan General Art of War Yunge is also very bored. I know very well the principle of rapid military speed. Even though the cards under my hand are not all the same, I am not absolutely sure to kill them in one fell swoop according to Prince Pingxi's order today.
Xitan Monastery, but since the card of the Kagyu Sect has been played, it must be effective as soon as possible.
What a bad Lijiang Mu family, they dared to hide the 10th Dharma King Hongbian in their mansion for such a young man without authorization, and they endured it until now before playing their bright cards, giving the Pingxi Palace a head-on blow!
As long as that ugly lama is killed, someone will know about our conspiracy!
The ugly Khenpo Lama opened his mouth, and the severe pain of shattering his seven internal organs seized my mind. The intact alveoli made me try my best to inhale, and only streams of blood foam came out from my mouth. I just felt that the world was spinning, and my eyes suddenly shot.
Seeing Abbot Wanke's old face, Akira tried his best to point at my nose and say the first words.
As the lamas knelt down and chanted in low voices, Fayun Pavilion felt as if it had been struck by lightning, and its hands were paralyzed and could not move!
The frightened monks of Jingguang Temple murmured nonchalantly and avoided him. They could only use a few quilts to pile them up in panic, hoping to restrain the birth of some auspicious things.
"Reporting to Xu Hongzu, the old monk once encountered a murder case in Chongshan Temple. As a young man, his troubles suddenly subsided, and he was cared for by Abbot Gu Xing. It was only today that he had the opportunity to reveal the matter."
Fayun Pavilion was impatient after hearing this and interrupted Elder Qingzhu's recollection.
At that time, Lao Duo asked me with a smile whether the Tiandu Peak or Lotus Peak was the highest peak in Huangshan Mountain. Wan Ke, who was just looking at the gorgeous sunset on the horizon and the fluffy squirrels on the treetops, had never considered that question at all.
The Dharma Protector Lama suddenly remembered that Lama Khenpo suddenly sent out all the lama disciples accompanying me this morning, resulting in the smallest number of people from the Kagyu Sect present today. He suddenly felt that the situation was wonderful and asked quickly.
"However, on the night of April 78th, Miaobao's appetite was a little better and he asked for food from the old monk. The old monk gave him seven-bean cakes and closed his house to go home. Unexpectedly, monk Miaobao foamed at the mouth that night, and the next day
Unexpectedly, his head and feet look like he was pulling a machine, and he died suddenly for a long time."
We remember that the old Red Riding Hood Dharma King did not suddenly die suddenly after several years. Then the 11th Dharma King Hongbian Yunden was not enthroned. However, the old Dharma King had a fat body and seven features like a tiger. He followed behind him.
People are completely the same——
His words were like being chopped with a knife and an axe, and they were thrown to the ground without a sound. Qingzhu's old and frail appearance changed one after another. The stubbornness in the young man's eyes was as straight as a volcano erupting. Wherever he looked, everyone looked at each other and started talking.
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"Before Almsgiver Xu set out on his journey, the old monk saw the wonderful treasure and thought about it very deeply. He looked to the west every day. He felt very tolerant in his heart, so he paid for medicine and consulted a famous doctor in Nanning City. On the same day, he took Qingba Pills and Wenba Pills combined into eight pills.
After taking the white soup eight times, the dysentery will stop with the medicine, and Miaobao's illness will be cured."
The old monk came out quietly. He was the elder Qingzhu who later retreated from the mountain side by side with Jiang Wen and others. I saw that Jingwen, Pinzhao and others were safe and sound, and Luo Shuang'er was also successfully rescued.
Yan Yixiao.
"Has he ever heard of a name called "Jiang Wen"..."
The old elder Qingzhu was exhausted and took a breath for a while. He didn't answer eloquently until Yunge, the General Art of War in Qichuan, finished speaking.
Fayun Pavilion had no way to turn back when the sword was out. In order to eliminate all the previous troubles, he felt a shudder in his heart and was determined again. He instantly pulled the waist sword away from the Khenpo Lama's waist, stabbed it out from the back chest, turned around and stirred the handle of the sword again.
The broken internal organs, every breath was intended to be reserved for the Khenpo Lama!
What Elder Qingzhu said was just a drop of water, and he was also flattering Wu Bagui's dominance over Yunnan in disguise. Faced with such compliments, Fayun Pavilion naturally could and dared not to be humble, so he could only remain silent.
Jing heard that the servant Ji Zhi glared angrily, "Back then, he followed Wan Keqin's benefactor down the mountain, but he defrauded the keys and opened the box, stole money, manuscripts and other small things, and fled up the mountain. The only thing that could be counted was not more than ten liang of white incense and white coins.
Seven taels of gold. The benefactor Xu was so worried that his legs were crippled and he died in despair before returning home!"
Being identified in this way in front of everyone, everyone in the audience was shocked, and even the Kagyu monks were talking about it.
Many years later, I heard that my subordinates and senior brother Wan Ke had been ordered to go to Jingguang Temple to greet Wu Zhimao. But that day in the woodshed, we saw a dormant bulge hidden under the bed, which was squirming quickly with its torso.
I can't even tell the position of the back chest or front back, and it seems that I haven't learned how many regular lumps of flesh are bulging out.
Slavery became common during the Ming Dynasty. During the Hongzhi period, "the royal palace and the home of the royal family and guests, and the number of slaves and family members, etc., may be more than ten times less than the old system." Moreover, our personal rights are not protected at all, and no feudal lord
The king's subordinates beat eight domestic slaves to death, and the punishment was only the loss of two years' salary.
"Brother Sige, brother Lamu, are they always on duty at the Mu family to carry arrows? Why are they all here today!"
If a slave accuses his master, even beats or hurts his master, he will be severely punished. For example, a slave who steals gold and rebels against his master will be beaten with a stick of seventy sticks, or even be beaten to death immediately.
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After all, the two men were holding each other, and the knife penetrated the back of Khenpo Lama's front and back through Abbot Gu Xing's chest. Abbot Gu Xing slumped forward, and the Fayun Pavilion's waist knife also made a deep wound on his chest that could see the bones.
The violently beating heart was exposed to the air, and a wound was opened, and blood was spraying out violently!
Abbot Gu Xing showed a relieved expression.
But when Abbot Gu Xing heard the words of refutation, he calmly asked Fayun Pavilion.
An Ren admired and led him like that, taking care of the daily meals, purchasing and liaising, and escorting the luggage along the way. Even when he was tired and fell ill, he did not complain. Even if he fell off a cliff and was seriously injured and his leg was broken, even if he was stabbed seven times in the Xiangjiang River, even if he was stabbed seven times in the Xiangjiang River,
I saw a strange little terror at the bottom of Dongting Lake, even if I need to poison Monk Miaobao with my own hands——
As long as the 10th Dharma King Hongbian is still alive, this is the reincarnation of the 11th Dharma King Wanke. The person who died at the foot of Jizu Mountain is just a fake whose name is unknown, I Wan Keqin thought.
The plan to provoke confrontation between the two sides is now useless!
As it was noon, the sound of tranquility and tranquility gradually sounded in the Sittan Temple. There were no monks in Wan Keqin running around shouting to each other, shouting in unison that there was a fire in the temple.
This year, my family in Jiangnan suffered from famine and famine. Before I sold my children to raise my wife, I had to take out a young man's loan, so I had no choice but to sell myself as a servant and follow the eccentric old man of the Xu family in Jiangyin to the far reaches of the world.
No wonder Monk Wanke dared to be so sure and confident. It turned out that he was trying to spread doubts and delay time, just to expose fewer flaws of the Kagyu Sect!
After such a young age, I thought that Wan Ke, who was riddled with terrible miasma, had not yet changed into an extremely ugly and terrifying appearance. He also put on his monk's robe and pretended to be a lama. For a while, no one in Jizu Mountain noticed it.
Now it seems that it was not a conspiracy at all, just to take the opportunity to hide ignition fuel and other items in it, waiting for today's burning of the temple!
"Amitabha, the old monk named himself Qingzhu, became a monk at Chongshan Temple in Nanning. He met Xu Hongzu."
"Bad! Bad! Bad!"
Elder Qingzhu's beard stood on end and his forehead tendons were bulging. He looked indignant and struck the ground with his bamboo stick and said.
In order to pray for Wanke's servants, Abbot Wanke gathered monks to recite the Avatamsaka Sutra day and night in those days, which led to the defense of Xitan Temple being strengthened, so that there was no disaster like today's big guys taking advantage of the fire.
"Amitabha, when he left with the stolen property, you planned to send people to chase him and then reported it to the envoy of Xiaoli Weidu, but Donor Xu came forward to dissuade you."
However, Monk Qingzhu said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, please inform Mr. Wu. Baotan knew that the old monk was worried about this matter, so he returned to secular life soon and made a living by buying and selling weak people in the city. He followed Li Chengdong to rebel in Nanning.
The left-behind Chen Bangfu was domineering and the powerful and weak Xu Biao was ambitious. The Chen and Xu families slaughtered each other for some reason and bloodbathed the city of Nanning.
"Xu Hongzu, do you mean it's a minor incident, or a minor crime?"
Furthermore, even if we don’t have 100% evidence, it is the people from Prince Pingxi’s palace who are deciding the case now. As long as Wan Keqin pretends to be stupid and wipes out the old incident of the Later Ming Dynasty, even if the Xitan Temple cannot reach the sky
His ability is just to do useful work.
An Ren originally thought that all he had to do was to be full of admiration and willing to accompany Lao Duo on his long journeys. He also secretly hoped that there would be no trace of me in that small undertaking, but at the last moment when the journey was about to be completed,
, Anren followed his oath.
"My officer has already found out that our Xitan Temple has close contacts with the rebels. The manuscripts of secret letters that communicated with the rebels, as well as the chants and poems left by the rebels, are all hidden in the abbot's secret room of Monk Wanke.
, now they are hiding the truth, burning the monastery and the calligraphy and painting mountain records, Gu Xing even committed suicide to leave a loophole, and even the Khenpo Lama has become their pawn! What a ruthless method!"
The cold wind blew up the torn pieces of paper under the ground, like paper money flying at a funeral. I also missed my old mountain and homeland thousands of miles away. Maybe I should have died in the fields under the long foot, and the remaining bones were also with me.
The flowers are blooming under the street, and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is accompanying them.
Fayun Pavilion nodded, still looking like he was letting the wind blow in his face, as if he was letting the wind blow in his face.
Therefore, what Fayun Pavilion said just now was just to threaten the people of Sidan Temple to talk nonsense. But I thought that the servant Jingwen, who succeeded the abbot, was soft-hearted and hard-tempered. He had a bad temper and dared to talk to him.
I stood up to him and was instantly furious!
The two guards of the Mu family bowed respectfully to Pinzhao, and seemed to be quite relieved that I was safe and well, but at this time they did not stop talking, "You two brothers were actually ordered to escort important people here today.
"
Khenpo Lama struggled to swallow the last mouthful. The light outside his eyes was completely extinguished, and Abbot Gu Xing's life also came to an end at this moment.
For people who are not so ambitious and willing, I have always admired them. Monk Miaobao Hongyi is a man of progress. Even if he fails to catch up in the end, he is still a strange man in the world. Wu Zhimao's trustworthiness and promise are fearful of dangers and obstacles.
Finally, his scriptures and remains were buried here, which was enough to move Jingwen's servants.
With the emergence of the tenth Dharma King to take over the situation, the Kagyu Monk Sect instantly became a natural ally of the Sidtan Monastery. The offensive and defensive momentum was actually based on Abbot Gu Xing's eloquent layout, and the situation was instantly reversed!
Speaking of this, Elder Qingzhu coughed heavily. It seemed that the poisonous miasma in Jizushanyin would be too strong in the future, and his old body would be unable to resist the invasion.
"This must be related to a side matter, and it can be punished with criminal punishment - what the old monk said is wrong, right?"
What is even more troublesome is Khenpo Lama.
"Ahem, please be quiet for now. Abbot Iwanke said that the Khenpo Lama of the Kagyu Sect was a runaway slave from Wankeqin's family in Jiangyin. He stole gold and was punished according to the punishment system. If
If the crime is proven, the crime will be increased by one level, and the master can kill him without mercy..."
Then he walked around in place, looked at the people in Xitan Temple hatefully, and said with a threat, "I wanted to give them some respect for Xitan Temple's collusion with the rebels! They will continue to be obsessed with it.
Yes, you can only give them some color and see!"
"The old monk has committed many sins as a young man, and he wants to repent. Even if he dies today, he must expose the real culprit to the public, in order to comfort Almsgiver Xu. The spirit of Miao Bao Monk in heaven can bring justice to the universe!"
The Khenpo Lama was smiling wildly at this time, and the overwhelming hatred he had felt since he was a young man could no longer be concealed. He was like a poisonous snake spitting out juice, just to taint every enemy.
But that move was too clumsy.
"Hey, I never thought that a single thought would end up being a crime in the old monk's heart, and he would make many mistakes for it..."
Fayunge frowned and said patiently: "The murder case in Nanning should be handled by Li Qifeng, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi. He has no use in looking for you?"
Looking in from General Wu's window, he saw thick smoke billowing from the large-scale Sidan Temple. Even in broad daylight, the fire could not block the dazzling color. Fire and explosions spread from all directions.
, the sound of the pillars collapsing.
There was no great novice monk wandering around in the Wu generals one after another, but they dared to enter due to the tense situation. Abbot Gu Xing's face was as dark as water at this time, he clapped his hands, and no one took a small step out of Wan Keqin.
Step in.
However, at this moment, servant Jingwen's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had guessed what we wanted to say, and Abbot Gu Xing also took the initiative to stand up and spoke loudly.
"Gu Xing! He won the battle today, but the person who wins first must be you!"
However, from the moment I stepped out of my hometown in Jiangyin, I never went back.
Jingwen's servant was the first to react and rushed down to hold down the bleeding wound - from the time I went up the mountain to now, I haven't said a word to the senior brother who loves me so much.
separated.
I hate Wan Keqin deeply. What I want to do for the rest of my life is to destroy Lao Duoye's "eternal great career", and the entire Jizu Mountain, which treats me like an ant, will be buried outside a small fire.
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The memory was blurry, and Master Wan Ke only remembered that Jiang Wen told me that I needed to do this and that. Jingwen woke up quietly under Huashou Rock, and the great monk Pinzhao also came down the mountain road a long time ago.
He walked over in a daze and told the same experience as Jingwen...
"Amitabha, senior brother Gu Xing has passed away now. As a senior monk, it is natural that the old monk should take over."
"Hurry up, little man. Although Bao Tan has been killed, the real culprit who murdered Monk Miaobao is no one else, and he is among today's Commander-in-Chief Wu!"
"After careful questioning, I found out that the donor Xu came to Yunnan on the same date as him and traveled with him all the way, but he did not expect to encounter such a bad thing. Seeing that there were errors in the quotation of his article, the old monk took him back to the temple to hang up the order, and asked the doctor for help.
He tried his best. However, Monk Wanke was seriously injured and suffered from dysentery, so that his body was covered with dirt and his room was full of stench. However, Monk Bao Tan was very attentive and could avoid dirt and filth and worked day and night, so the donor was very worried.
To be moved."
You Anren...
Fayun Pavilion and I secretly discussed and made agreements one after another, all for the purpose of jointly dealing with Sidan Temple. But just looking at my confused and ignorant look now, I know that Wan Ke’s identification of me as the escaped slave Anren was really a false accusation—
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But having said that, Fayun Pavilion's intention to create a conflict is not very obvious yet. As long as I rely on the excuse of "it's a minor matter", I can retreat to bully Sidtan Monastery, and enter to exonerate the Kagyu Sect.
To completely confuse those things would make abbot Gu Xing's efforts in vain.
The monks in Sidtan Temple were filled with jealousy. They remembered that Jizu Mountain had been repeatedly attacked by earth dragons in the recent period. Many houses collapsed and were damaged and were in urgent need of repair. The Kagyu Sect claimed to express goodwill and also sent lamas to help later.
Elder Qingzhu immediately turned his head and looked around at the people in the room, "Amitabha, the old monk became a monk in the seventy-fourth year of Wanli in the Later Ming Dynasty. Due to his lack of talent and poor thinking, Gu Houyan took up the post of chief monk of Chongshan Temple in Nanning.
, and in his spare time, he would shine on the wandering monks in the temple."
The bad image of Khenpo Lama opened his mouth to say something, and the look he looked at Fayun Pavilion changed from shock to anger. This made Fayun Pavilion even more frightened, for fear that the other party would kill him when the enemy was in trouble!
Abbot Gu Xing was like this old tree with mottled wood in the garden, carved with countless annual rings. He had not yet become accustomed to the dangerous winds and rains in the world. He turned his head towards Fayun Pavilion and asked solemnly.
Old stories were told. The old Dharma King told his old followers how he lived in seclusion to promote Dharma and traveled around Yunnan in those years. People in the Kagyu Sect gradually understood the identity of the old man. He was actually the tenth person who passed away fourteen years later.
Shihong debates Dharma King, but Ying Shaoji!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Tenzin, Suolang, we have met for a long time. This year, Gushi Khan led his troops to retreat and suddenly arrested you for questioning. Fortunately, there was no protector.
You were able to escape only because the lama sacrificed his life. Seven years before you were homeless, you hid in the house of Chieftain Mu of Lijiang, where you were taken care of as a young man."
"The donor Xu who came here was alone, and went west from Jizu, thousands of miles away from Yumen Pass, to the Kunlun Mountains, to the sea of poor stars, and to the Dharma King Xifancan Wanke."
"Old Pharaoh! You...why are you out there?!"
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"Monk Qingzhu, you agreed to talk to him because of his age, but he said so little and didn't see anything fishy about the murder - Monk Miaobao was clearly not in danger when he came here."
Khenpo Lama picked up the letter from the ground, looked at the ink stains under the envelope that had not faded and withered, and stared at the seven small words "Book with Gu Pu" below. His crooked and protruding eyes almost bled from staring at them, and he roared.
Eight times, with a crazy look on his face, he tore the letter into several pieces and still fell into the sky.
Paper money was falling all over the sky, and Anren suddenly saw Mr. Lao Duo walking alone on the bright back road. I subconsciously wanted to follow him, but a heartbreaking hatred came over me, and I changed my mind from being simple and honest.
Honest became deformed and beautiful, turned his head resolutely, and turned to a direction that would never happen again.
But the Khenpo Lama who was being pointed at by thousands of people just watched intently, turning a deaf ear to the fierce discussions of the thousands of people. He smiled warmly and spoke while his eyes glanced at the Qichuan General Art of War Cloud Pavilion.
"Now that things have happened, he still wants to deny it. He is too young to say for himself whether his true identity is the Khenpo Lama of the Kagyu Sect or Anren, the escaped slave of Benefactor Xu!"
"Xu Hongzu, I can't swear to God today that Xitan Temple definitely killed Dharma King Hongbian - if you believe it, go and ask the lowly monks of the Kagyu Sect!"
"No matter how aggressive Wan Keqin is, you must know that your Buddhist disciples are all over the sky. Even if the old monk is shattered to pieces, he will report him to Xiaoli Temple for killing his senior brother without permission!"
Fayun Pavilion waved his hand impatiently and scolded Elder Qingzhu: "Absurd! Since the real murderer has also learned to kill his dead head, why is his old monk so talkative and annoying! Come on, hurry up.
Pull it up and throw it into the mountain gate!"
"Acuolin! Blessed by our ancestors, he will be bad if something happens..."
"And Monk Baotan was also instructed by others and accepted private bribes, so he secretly applied the medicine. Originally, it would only take eight or seven days of poisoning. Monk Miaobao would naturally die of deficiency due to the effectiveness of the medicine and stone. Even if the yamen were collected for autopsy,
It was also difficult to detect. But this person thought that Bao Tan appeared to be loyal, but was actually greedy and violent. His true colors were revealed before the donor Xu left. Xu Yuqian had Miao Bao with his money and clothes, so he threw all the strychnos into the house.
That’s when the flaw was exposed!”
Now discerning people can see that the Sittan Monastery wants to expose the Khenpo Lama and make the Kagyu Sect self-defeating, thereby relieving internal pressure.
"In April of the 10th year of Chongzhen's reign, a monk and layman from Tansi Temple in Jiangyin knocked on the door of the temple and said he was haggard and tired. He and seven servants helped a man to stay. Donor Xu said that this man was the Miaobao monk of Guoqing Temple in Tiantai Mountain, because he was with him.
He was in danger in Dongting and was robbed by the Xiangjiang River, so he was seriously injured and urgently needed medical treatment."
"Monk Miaobao was ill for a long time and could not recover, so Almsgiver Xu discussed with the abbot of the temple to temporarily place Monk Wanke here and leave money for daily needs. The abbot immediately agreed, but Monk Miaobao insisted on entering Jizu Mountain in central Yunnan.
, repeatedly asking for shoes and tea, it was only after Xu benefactor Shao Fang persuaded him to give up that he gave up and refused to stay for the time being..."
"The old monk knew it was wonderful, so he searched the monks in the temple and found that the monk's precious sandalwood had a strange shape and his words were very clear. On the same day, he diligently delivered water to Wanke, so that someone could find a weak rope."
"Amitabha, this old monk knows what to do..."
Listening to Elder Qingzhu's description, Jingwen's servant also recalled the monk he had never met before.
"The old monk originally invited Mo Qingli, a famous doctor in Nanning, for consultation. Mo Xiaofu could tell at a glance that the dysentery that Monk Miaobao contracted was caused by a slight amount of nux vomica being sprinkled in the food and drinking water, and the disease continued over time.
, it was dangerous to die prematurely. However, Doctor Mo was worried that the thief was around and would bring harm to himself, so he wrote the prescription and left slowly."
Subordinate Wan Ke's hands were full of blood. I wanted to fight with that dog official who was looking down on human life to death, but suddenly I saw the elder monks standing in front of me, and behind my eyes appeared the monster that Abbot Gu Xing was pointing at my eyes.
hand.
Elder Qingzhu spoke hurriedly, mentioning an old incident that happened more than ten years ago in front of everyone. The details interspersed in it were clearly visible, and it was definitely possible that he was fabricating it.
At that time, I was suffering from the pain of miasma in Jizu Mountain and wanted to live. I finally felt the intense joy after the death of Miao Bao. I found that the monks in Jizu Mountain were tired of ostracizing me. Lao Duoye was even discussing with Gu Xing to return.
Buy a slave to replace Anren.
"Sure enough, it's him, the fugitive slave Anren!"
"The old monk thinks that you are the monk, and the bean cakes were sent to you. Once the government knows about the arrest of the criminal, and the Nanning magistrate is stupid, the old monk and Baotan above Yamu will definitely end up together in the rubble. And there is no abbot of this temple to intervene, so he just
Can this matter be put aside."
However, Abbot Gu Xing stood there with a compassionate look on his face, took out an extremely old letter from his arms, and threw it in front of Khenpo Lama.
"The old monk also met Dr. Mo again a few years ago. It was through my guidance that he realized that there was no evil person behind him. After thinking about it, he set off for Jizu Mountain. He slowly told Wan Keqin alms Lord to be more careful. However, when he arrived
In front of Jizu Mountain, Abbot Gu Xing said that Almsgiver Xu passed away suddenly in the first month of the seventeenth year of Chongzhen because his legs were useless and his mind and body were exhausted."
The man among the Mu family's guards finally took off his heavy cloak, revealing a gentle, white-bearded appearance. His fingers for undressing his robe were slender and slender. He looked like a pampered literati, except that
The traces of the passage of time can only be seen in the corners of the eyes and the dense fine lines on the palms.
Wan Keqin, the commander-in-chief of Qichuan, had a small amount of sweat on his forehead. He thought that he accidentally stabbed Abbot Gu Xing and saw that he was alive. At this time, the suspicion of killing the fake Hongbian Dharma King in Sittan Temple had just been cleared, and he instead
To bear the crime of killing the abbot without permission, if the Mu family accuses him of being domineering and cruel, he will have a way to escape today!
If I were accused of colluding with Kang Zang, not only would Fayun Pavilion not be able to take up the post of Commander-in-Chief of Qichuan, I'm afraid my head would have to be saved first!
I remembered that the locals said that Tiandu Peak was the highest peak, so I replied that Tiandu Peak was lower, but Lao Duo smiled and shook his head and said, wrong, it should be Lotus Peak, which is lower, just a little lower. After saying that, I wrote hard again.
, I said that I would record the conclusions in my travel notes for previous generations to verify.
"Qingzhu, as a monk, he actually made false accusations and made accusations. How much harm did Xitan Temple do to him, so that he even wanted to kill him?"
Elder Qingzhu stood down, put his hands together and saluted, and said in a weak voice that was peculiar to an elder.
I originally saw Khenpo Lama showing off his madness, and I had already lost my guard. Now I saw Abbot Gu Xing and Khenpo Lama colliding into each other, and the Lama was still holding a bright dagger in his hand, which seemed to be pointing towards my back.
He stabbed Princess Pingxi in front of her, and her soul immediately flew into the sky.
I will definitely forgive...
An Ren, who is literate, was full of curiosity and admiration for that travelogue, because Lao Duoye was so tired during the day that he would lay down paper and ink at night to record all the day's experiences and knowledge, and he also taught me how to read it.
A word. For Anren, quietly watching Mr. Duo write furiously was not the most tender moment before a hard day's work.
However, at this time, Elder Qingzhu, who had been ordered to be expelled, was in a hurry. Facing the wolf-like soldiers who were descending from him, he saw it with familiarity, turned around and stated to Fayun Pavilion.
"Amitabha. The reason why the old monk came to Jizu Mountain as a young man is because this place is most closely involved in the murder case, and the only place where his sins can be washed away. Now that Xu Hongzu has been ordered by Prince Pingxi, Jizu Mountain will
As a director, it is natural that Xu Hongzu should administer justice."
The sword was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, when Wan Keqin stabbed Khenpo Lama behind with his sword, he realized that the ferocious man in the eyes of everyone present was also full of astonishment, but he was accidentally killed by Abbot Gu Xing.
Obstructed by his aging body, he was still in a daze, and he didn't even have time to ask questions.
Shredded paper fell like flowers from the sky, falling behind the eyes and ears. Under the rough paper, you could vaguely see the text of the deed of sale, but there was not a single line of bleak and sad fonts: "...After eight years away from home, one master and one servant, dependent on each other."
, once you abandon me to a thousand miles away, how can you bear it..."
At this time, Khenpo Lama burst into laughter and looked at Wan Keqin with threatening eyes.
But at the last moment, facing that imposing scholar, no one in the Kagyu monk sect actually let out a very imitative cry. Even if they saw the sky falling apart, those lamas should be so shocked and lose their composure!
To this day, my servant Jingwen still remembers that it was not Wu Zhimao who was covered between the quilts on the bed at that time, but the owner of those strange eyes behind his eyes. At this time, my body had already lost its "humanity"
"Outline, only a mass of rotten mold is left quietly growing, which may break through the "seal" at any time...
Jingwen clearly remembered that he jumped off a cliff before making a small vow to sacrifice his life. The sound of wind in his ears could still be heard. In a trance, he saw that I was in a pure white and empty world where the sky and the earth were mixed.
, and Jiang Wenzheng was standing in front of me with a helpless look on his face, wearing a crude and unworthy 100-pin cassock, mumbling something about how their fate was not over, and they should have come back as they wished. You owe him.
A small wish to sacrifice one's life, good or bad, and then return it to him.
By some strange coincidence, I secretly opened this travel journal and found that among the more than seventy volumes, my name "Wan Ke" was mentioned only four times, and there were hundreds of places where I was not mentioned as "Gu Pu" or "Gu Pu".
Or "Gu Nu", it always reminds me that I am just a domestic slave of the Xu family...
"Reporting to the Dharma King, the Khenpo Lama has ulterior motives. You have seen me plotting with others late at night and moving around strangely. This provocation to Jizu Mountain was also due to my plan!"
"There are definitely rebels in your Xitan Temple, and besides, the case of the Zen Master's misdeeds has not been made clear yet, so why bother with Shi Qing again?"
"Who would have thought that when Baotan saw the old monk breaking into the car, he would pretend to be a thief and say to me: 'The monk is dead and will be buried tomorrow. How can we find out?"
Dead monk, you are trying to trick your ears!'"
But underneath those deformed and distorted looks, there is a pair of eyes that were once unfamiliar to Wan Ke. However, those eyes were filled with pain and delirium caused by despair, but now they are filled with forbearance and loneliness that ordinary people cannot see.
.
The leading lama was seen praising the good deeds, and the protective lama was frowning, looking thoughtful. Only the less ugly Khenpo Lama looked as usual, suddenly stopped the prayer wheel in his hand, and said calmly.
After saying this, he smiled pitifully at Jingwen's servant and shouted angrily.
Fayunge rolled his eyes slightly and thought about it for a moment, then he knew how to deal with this matter, "But this person is related to Kangzang's side affairs. Even if they say something resolute, I can only take one side of the word. Otherwise, the mistakes will be compounded and the consequences will be the same."
The matter of Hongbian Dharma King is still unresolved, and the Khenpo Lama was imprisoned earlier, so I have no way to explain to the prince..."
Fayun Pavilion replied with a solemn expression: "Now that we are surrounded by enemies, there is no need to quarrel. Now that the prince is riding in Yunnan to fight against thieves, this is naturally a minor matter."
After hearing this, Fayun Pavilion stood on end. I originally planned to keep that trump card. After all, all the secret agents of the royal palace were used during this trip, just to wipe out all the Sidtan Temple.
An Ren clearly knew that the playboy Duo Ye, who was regarded by everyone as a useful man, was doing a trivial thing. When Wan Keqin returned to the Xu Mansion, I was a little boy doted on by the old woman Xu, from the rough fingertips to the hair.
Duo Ye. But once I put my luggage on my back, I became the most stoic walker in the mountains and forests.
In that life...
But a faint smile appeared on Abbot Gu Xing's face at this time, as if he was not aware of the physical happiness at all. The body and mind were only free from the joy of being reborn in the Western Paradise. The old monk used all his strength to stretch out his hand, one hand
He grasped the blood-covered hands of the servant Jingwen again, stretched out the fingers of one hand and pointed hard at the eyes of the servant Jingwen.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Before coming back, Almsgiver Xu was paralyzed and exhausted mentally and physically. He told the old monk that he would never come back there again one day, and he would send this letter to the old monk at that time.
give."
Fayunge said eight bad words in a row.
That Miaobao monk, under the order of the abbot of Guoqing Temple in Tiantai Mountain, took the Lotus Sutra, which he wrote with his own blood for 70 years, and vowed to send it in person to the seat of Patriarch Kasyapa in Jizu Mountain from a thousand miles away.
In front of everyone, Lama Zanshan told all the things he knew to the 10th Dharma King Wanke. The Mu family guards were holding swords at their sides, and they were in a strict formation to prevent anyone from rising up and causing chaos. Wan Keqin was frightened by what he saw, and was afraid The other party knew about his secret conversation with Khenpo Lama!
When Fayun Pavilion heard that, he suddenly raised his voice and said: "Monk Qingzhu, since he already knows the real murderer, how can this matter be easy? Please tell me where the monk Baotan is. All you have to do is send one If you are brave, you can capture me and bring me to justice!"
"The general has a great heart!"
Those people were all wearing the thick robes that we wear. The two people in front were tall and agile, and their eyes were full of scrutiny and alertness. They were like a group of prisoners who had escaped from prison and dared to see others. Their clothes were very different from the style of the Central Plains. The monk has a unique face and is obviously from some ethnic group.
Weird words came out of my mouth, but the angry and twisted face turned into a ferocious smile, and I said boldly, "However, they must have known that no rebels had sneaked into Chen Cang, and they still showed their flaws!"
Seeing that the wrong treasure had been bet, Fayun Pavilion was on pins and needles.
"Straight bitch! That old monk was stabbed by himself! It was me who killed him!"
Because Abbot Gu Xing would always ask Zen Master Xiaojing, the oldest monk among the monks, to accompany him when he went out on weekdays. Therefore, until the old monk walked out of the crowd, no one among the Xu Xiake guests raised any suspicion and realized that the man was not The old Zen master who was a stranger in the past.