After roughly understanding what was going on, Chu Qing didn't even feel sorry for the puppet Xiao Xie Wang. He left Chang Chengshun on the cold snow, rode a fast horse, and took him with him.
People go to Cao Mu Tang.
Chang Chengshun was lying in the snow, laughing loudly, and then the servants gathered around and helped him up.
The dignified prince has no dignity or decency at all.
Chu Qing originally gave him dignity, but now Chang Chengshun has no dignity at all, because the Supreme Being has continuously cut off his emotions and desires, and also cut off his dignity.
Chu Qing hadn't arrived at Cao Mu Tang yet, so he came to report that Master Shangshan, who had been stabbed through the abdomen by a sword, had been "discharged". He had gone through the discharge procedures himself, and his body was still wrapped with medicine. The wound hadn't healed yet and was still dripping with blood.
, barefoot, just walked to Dapu Temple in full view of the public, and now I am kneeling before the Buddha statue in Dapu Temple and praying thousands of times, willing to use Sansheng fireworks to prevent the wound from becoming inflamed.
This Shangshan seems to be a headline-making machine. Ever since he came to Beijing, his every move has been in the headlines. Now that he has been discharged from the hospital, he has once again made the people admire him. Many people even think that Shangshan really has some mysterious power to bless ordinary people.
I would have died a long time ago after being struck by a sword, let alone being discharged from the hospital immediately to continue worshiping Buddha. I am so sincere.
"Remember to remind me when the time comes. Brother Cuiyu, Lin Gu, and Zhao Baodan will gather together to study the old monk's body structure."
Chu Qing was really shocked.
Even a rabbit and a leopard could not survive seven days and seven nights without eating, just by eating snow, and not being afraid of the cold.
Now he was stabbed through the abdomen with a sword and was discharged from the hospital quickly. This is a challenge to the threshold of carbon-based life.
Once again, the good monk moved Dachang for another hundred years.
The people who witnessed and paid attention to this incident almost regarded Shanshan as a living Buddha.
The Buddha must have existed. If he didn't exist, how could it be possible that the Supreme Master could survive to this day after being stabbed through the abdomen with a sword? Everything the Supreme Master did could be regarded as a miracle.
After Chu Qing figured out that the big boss was Shangshan rather than Chang Chengshun, Chu Qing took back his order and did not ask Jiang Yuesheng to send someone to notify the three heavenly kings to kill Lao Ba immediately.
Chu Qing wants to take action himself, but before he takes action, he needs to figure out one last thing. After he does it, he will die!
In fact, when he reaches his position, there is no need to use his brain many times, he can just do it directly. Only those who don't have big fists will use their brains.
It's just that You Wang Chang Chengshun had a special status and punched him first, and Chu Qing made a mistake in his early judgment and predicted the direction in the wrong direction.
Shangshan and King You have been studying Chu Qing for more than a day or two. On the other hand, Chu Qing has no idea what these two things are doing, which leads to the current situation, which is extremely passive.
If Chu Qing had known the purpose of the two from the beginning, he would definitely not be so embarrassed and would have struck preemptively.
This also made him regret not listening to Chang Chengke's suggestion and just kicking Lao Ba's legs off and driving him back to the fiefdom.
But it's not too late now. He only needs to figure out the last part of the puzzle before he can completely tear it apart. This is just to satisfy his curiosity and simply give him a motivation, a way for him to truly solve the puzzle.
The motivation and determination to carry out something to the end.
This time, Chu Qing didn't care about the common people or not. He worried too much and cared too much, but he tied his hands and feet and lost more.
Martial soldiers, thousands of cavalry battalions, and the capital guards were mobilized. In the name of investigating the assassins, Dapu Temple was sealed and all the people were forcibly expelled outside the temple.
Chu Qing only took Fu San and Zhao Bao Dan into the temple and came to the Main Hall.
"Grandmaster."
After straightening his clothes and pulling over the futon, Chu Qing sat next to the monk Shang Shan. He raised his head and looked at the Buddha statue of Sakyamuni with a solemn expression.
"Under the sky or on the earth, except for women and puppies, no living creature will be loved without reason."
Sitting cross-legged, Chu Qing turned around and looked at the old monk's old and thin face, Chu Qing smiled.
"You can't become a Buddha, and you can't even become a monk. But for Master, I will give you a chance and pamper you once. Now, I am sitting in front of you and give you a chance."
The old monk's ancient and unwavering face finally changed.
He was still knocking on the wooden fish, and blood oozed from the wound, staining the medicine cloth red.
"Donor Chu, have you ever dreamed of this?"
"Dream?" Chu Qing didn't expect that the other party would talk about "dream" all the time.
"Donor Chu, you can know that illusion is a dream, and a dream is not an illusion. What is true and what is false."
Chu Qing's face was filled with disappointment: "If that's all you have, don't worry about me anymore. You can't convince anyone from my group."
"Donor Chu, did you see a bronze mirror in your dream?"
Chu Qing's expression froze.
The old monk whispered: "Have you seen your own face in the bronze mirror?"
Chu Qing's expression changed and he shook his head subconsciously.
The old monk's voice became softer and softer, requiring Chu Qing to listen attentively, but he didn't know that the more he listened carefully, the more he would be led into the other person's rhythm. This is the routine of the old salesman.
"In the dream, are you unable to run? Is it like being bound invisibly? Every time you run, you fall down. Even if you try your best, you still can't run."
Chu Qing frowned and couldn't help but fall into thinking.
He has never talked about his dreams with anyone. In fact, he has nothing to talk about. Looking back now, he has had countless dreams. Indeed, he has never seen any bronze mirrors, or any mirrors, or anything in his dreams.
An object that can reflect one's own appearance.
Not only himself, he has never heard of anyone being able to see their "face" through a mirror or any object in their dreams.
In addition, it is also impossible to run in a dream, just like whenever you want to run, you will lose weight, fall down, and be bound by an invisible force.
The old monk continued to knock the wooden fish leisurely: "Donor Chu, is what you saw real or fake? What you saw in the dream, is it fake or real?"
Jiang Yuesheng behind him looked at Fu San: "Lao San, can you run in your dream?"
"I don't dream."
"Not even once?"
"There was one time."
Jiang Yuesheng became interested: "What did you dream about?"
"I dreamed that there was a dog who kept chirping all day long. When I got angry, I tore his dog's mouth to pieces."
Jiang Yuesheng nodded slightly: "Did you dream about Ertong?"
Fu San: “…”
Jiang Yuesheng was like a chatterbox: "Have you ever seen a bronze mirror in your dream?"
"I don't dream!"
"Can you run?"
Fu San ignored Jiang Yuesheng, his expression was not very good, because he noticed something was wrong with the expression on Chu Qing's face, which was actually just ordinary contemplation, but wasn't this contemplation exactly what the old monk Shangshan wanted.
Chu Qing was indeed thinking, had to think, and thought about a meaningless thing.
He suddenly felt that the question was not about whether reality is a dream, but about reality. What is reality?
Shaking his head vigorously, Chu Qing was about to speak when the old monk got into trouble again.
"Buddha has no sorrow, no anger, no sorrow, but he can laugh. He does not laugh because of joy. How can the donor know why he laughs?"
Chu Qing replied with a smile: "In a few thousand years, if people worship me as a god, I will laugh too."
"Because all sentient beings in the world think that when they touch the supreme truth of the world, Buddha, they will laugh."
Chu Qing gave a thumbs up: "When humans think, God laughs. OK, old monk, your thinking is quite advanced, continue."
The old monk finally stopped knocking on the wooden fish. His skinny body looked like he was dying. He slowly turned around and looked at Chu Qing's chest with his dull eyes.
"Is it worth it?"
"What's it worth?"
"Old monk, it only takes a few days of fasting, just a few days of being injured by a sharp weapon, and just a few days of kneeling and worshiping, and the years of efforts of the benefactor will be shaken."
Chu Qing's eyes twitched slightly: "Continue!"
"You gave up your life and went through fire and water, and the people praised you for your achievements in a few years..."
The old monk's eyes moved slightly upward: "Is it worth it?"
“You said it’s not worth it if it’s not worth it?”
The old monk suddenly raised his hand and pressed his wound harder and harder, blood spurting out.
"In your eyes, I am just a nobody, but if I die here, everyone in the world will..."
The old monk showed a very strange expression: "How will the people of the world view you, Commander Chu? Who can tell whether you are true or false? What you do is true, but what you get in exchange is false. What I do is false."
, what you get in exchange is piety, donor Chu, is it worth it?"
