It was getting dark soon. The main gate of Hongfa Temple was wide open, and all the lights in the temple were on. Brothers Zhu Shan and Zhu Hai were sitting opposite each other in the main hall, having a drink. The wine was Maotai liquor, and there were more than a dozen pots of vegetables.
What Zhu Tong was most afraid of was the arrival of a group of people, which would easily lead to chaos; fortunately, after the three brothers drank a few glasses of wine, the area around Hongfa Temple remained quiet.
"This matter is not a glorious act after all. I estimate that the person who came first must be an acquaintance; he is a lobbyist. We are all fellow gangsters. Even if we are playing hooligans, we have to find a suitable excuse. Otherwise, who will believe them?
The morality of the world that we talk about all day? Let’s do the math, will the Eighteen Arhats come? Jiang Xiaoyu seems to be familiar with the Western Region Killer, how many people can the whistle bring? "
As he said that, Zhu Tong hesitated in his heart. These people are not likely to come, but they will definitely come. As well as those experts, continue in the usual way. Don't worry about this conflict. Zhumen has no chance of winning. It's too late to regret.
During this period, Zhu Tong's energy was consumed in other aspects, and he did not consider that his senior brother's release from prison would cause such a big disturbance.
"If I had known, we would have invited a few friends from the martial arts community to help, at least we could have helped one person." Zhu Yun was worried. Compared with the three Zhu brothers, Zhu Yun was indeed the least courageous.
"We don't need to ask, friends will come to help; however, Zhu Men has always kept a low profile, and it seems that he doesn't have many real friends. If we get through this on our own strength, we will be respected in the future." Zhu Tong disagreed,
It seems that Lan Zhanjiang is coming too. When he comes, Qin Keqiang will definitely follow...
At around nine o'clock, only two brothers, Zhu Shan and Zhu Hai, were left in the main hall of Hongfa Temple. The river breeze blew the leaves and flowers, and two monks in yellow came in from the temple and stood still outside the hall. The one in front said: "I'm bored under the Golden Buddha."
Senior brother Wu Yan has come to visit the head of Zhu Sect, please give me a report."
Zhu Shan stood up with a blushing face and swayed his body: "Master Boring... Oh, the master and the master are talking in the back... Come on, sit down, sit down and have a few glasses of wine first... Zhu Hai, go and invite the master.
"
Zhu Hai also drank, his face flushed, he responded and staggered towards the corner of the hall.
"Go and invite the master...and master, where are you doing?" Zhu Shan stepped forward and grabbed Zhu Hai; "Master Boring is here, go and invite the master behind, oh...quickly!"
Zhu Hai finally regained consciousness and walked out of the main hall towards the backyard of Hongfa Temple.
"Master Boring, this... Oh, this is Master Wuyan, whom I have admired for a long time. You are all masters of Buddhism and masters of martial arts... Unlike us, people who don't know say that we are eminent monks. In fact, you are tall... tall ass...
…; Who would wear this robe if not to make a living? Master Boring, tell me, why are there so many fake monks nowadays? I am registered with the Buddhist Association, and I have a dharma certificate; for this, I am often scolded.
They have become liars... Amitabha, Amitabha, they all deserve to go to hell..."
Boring smiled slightly, as he would not talk nonsense with a drunkard, so he meditated side by side with Wu Yan.
Half an hour passed, and Zhu Hai still hadn't come back. Zhu Shan's drunken talk was so confusing that the corners of his mouth were bubbling.
"Senior brother, that senior brother has been gone for a long time. I wish the leader..." Boring finally couldn't help it, clasped his hands and said.
"I'm happy... I'm happy. Aren't the two masters happy? Our master was wronged and he finally came out today. At noon, my uncle and the master drank a lot of wine. In the evening... it was getting dark. Zhu Hai, this kid, can't drink well.
It tastes good. Maybe... Two senior brothers, I'll go and have a look at the back. He... Master Boring, does he know? Today's newspaper said that there was a man who just drank, "Plop!", fell into the river and drowned. So pitiful
, he still has... However, drinking is really uncomfortable. If I take another sip of wine in this life, I will be a turtle bastard, and I will still be a monk in my next life."
The deaf-mute monk was speechless and couldn't bear it. He stood up and wanted to go outside to check. Zhu Shan quickly stopped him: "Master, please sit down and drink tea. It's up to me to find someone. The master said that the past two days are not stable and asked us to be careful.
The portal; therefore, there are many traps, mouse traps, and fox snares everywhere in Hongfa Temple now; the master is not familiar with the terrain, so if something happens to him, it will be a heinous crime."
As Zhu Shan said, the people had already walked out of the main hall, and the door of the hall was still half closed.
Bored knows that he is pretending to be crazy. He said this without being drunk at all. Everyone can understand the ridicule and sarcasm contained in it. Unfortunately, the purpose of his coming is to test. Hongfa Temple is Zhumen's territory, and nothing can be said.
Just listen.
Another half hour passed, and the lights of the city on the other side were still bright, but Zhushan was like a sea of blessings. There was no more news after entering the backyard of Hongfa Temple.
Boring looked at his watch and it was already past ten o'clock. Knowing that he was being fooled, he stood up with a wry smile, clasped his hands to the incense table in the depths of the hall and said: "I wish the leader, Boring doesn't have any ill intentions in coming here. Amitabha, how can we even meet him?"
Aren’t you going to give me a chance to talk about it?”
The tall statue of Sakyamuni on the incense table was silent, and the two thick candles were half burned. No one paid attention to the boring monk's words, and only the jumping candles made a soft sound.
"Master Zhu Huai, this humble monk knows that it is presumptuous to come here today; however, this matter is of great importance. It is not just Master Kongji who wants to see Brother Zhu Huai, the living Buddha Renjie Sazon of Kunmalangga Temple in Eagle Eye Mountain, southern Tibet.
After hearing the news about the Seven-leaf Lotus, Qusangzhuom, the living Buddha of Xuegu Temple, has rushed to Chongqing; they may come at any time. What Master Kongji means is to meet with Master Zhu to discuss how to receive friends from far away.
Living Buddha Renjiesa is the number one master in esoteric practice. I am afraid he does not have a very good temper. If there is a misunderstanding in his words, I am afraid it will embarrass everyone."
After Boring said this, there was still silence in the hall, and he could only sigh softly: "Since Master Zhu refuses to meet, Boring can only say goodbye; I will disturb you again tomorrow."
After saying this, everyone paid their respects and went with Monk Wuyan.
Hongfa Temple was shrouded in silence again, with only the rustle of the wind among the flowers and trees; more than an hour later, the red candles in the main hall were extinguished one after another, and thus, thick darkness completely occupied this pure land of Dharma.
The midnight bell sounded, and suddenly Hongfa Temple was brightly lit. The lights came out from the main hall, side hall, and monk's room of Hongfa Temple. Eight red lanterns were hung on the left and right sides of the temple door; the mountain door opened silently, and chanting of Buddhist scriptures came from the main hall.
Zen singing creates a melodious and peaceful atmosphere.
Such sudden light caused panic around Hongfa Temple. A dozen men in black were approaching quietly, and two people had already climbed up the temple wall. The light made the sneak attack very ridiculous. They were afraid of being attacked by the people inside.
He rolled and crawled out of the light range and hid in the darkness.
It turned out that what Zhu Shan said was not all nonsense. The four people hiding behind the tree didn't know what mechanism they touched and jumped up screaming. The two people hiding under the stone lion were not relaxed either. Their hands were stabbed by something.
After a moment, the entire arm lost consciousness. There were two others hiding in the tree, their hands and feet tied with nooses and hung in the air; they were actually very lucky, at least they did not feel any substantial pain.
Several sharp and brief "whistles" sounded. The men in black covered each other and retreated. They went to a distance to take stock. In just a moment, they didn't even see the shadow of their opponents. Eight of their companions were injured and forced to withdraw; the remaining
The seven people below looked at the lights of Hongfa Temple with only the courage to be in a daze. Their ambitions just flew away into the sky, leaving only deep fear.
At about one o'clock in the morning, the sound of Buddhist scriptures in the main hall stopped; the silence lasted only two minutes. As the mountain gate was closed, the fierce gongs and drums unique to Sichuan Opera sounded, followed by high-pitched and lively shouts and twists and turns of the opera.
In a pavilion by the riverside thirty meters away from Hongfa Temple, Jiang Xiaoyu and Sipin Honghuo were sitting opposite each other. Both of their eyes were looking in the direction of Hongfa Temple, and they couldn't figure out what Zhumen was playing.
According to the plan, after fifteen disciples from the fourth grade Honghuo and the fifth grade Qingyang sneaked in and lurked in the dark, the siren and Jiang Xiaoyu would openly knock on the mountain gate of Hongfa Temple. Of course, he would go with them.
There is also the dark Jinweiqiu under the lamp.
Now, Jin Weiqiu was scared out of his wits and was shivering under the shade of a tree outside the pavilion; Shengou Wang Han was watching in the shadow of the tree behind him. He never expected that the cultural relic appraisal in his own eyes would
Everyone has such a background!
After Jin Weiqiu knew Zhu Huai's true identity, he had already made up his mind to withdraw from this operation. Compared with the seventh-grade Zhumen, Qu Laoyi, who seemed to be very powerful before, was as light as a feather in the wind. Hei under the lamp was born in the end.
Jianghu knows what it means to offend Zhumen.
However, the appearance of Jiang Xiaoyu and the whistle turned Jin Weiqiu's withdrawal into a fantasy; they wanted to use Jin Chan as a hostage and excuse. Jin Weiqiu was already desperate when he saw the scars on Jiang Xiaoyu's face; three years ago
This person's identity was a killer, but three years later, he turned out to be a powerful figure in the world, and he was also an upright master of the fifth rank of Qingyang who came from a family on the water.
Jin Weiqiu knew that Dengxiahei, a small gang like this, was exploited by three big gangs, including the First Grade Golden Buddha. No matter what the outcome, Dengxiahei would be the most unlucky in the end.
"Xiaoyu, are you sure there are only five people inside?" The whistle made some doubts about the judgment at the beginning. The current situation in Hongfa Temple can be described as weird and eerie. The whistle reminded Zhumen of his reputation, and he couldn't help but feel the cool breeze at the back of his head.
"Maybe?" Jiang Xiaoyu was also a little timid. He didn't expect Zhu Tong to choose such a remote place to settle down. Originally, Jiang Xiaoyu just wanted to use Jin Chan's relationship to talk to Zhu Huai, but Master Kong Huan suddenly brought him
The Eighteen Arhats arrive and want to teach Zhu Men a lesson.
Jiang Xiaoyu disagreed with this action from the bottom of his heart. Firstly, he did not want to face a top master like Suowonda Living Buddha, and secondly, he believed that the cards in his hand were enough to make Zhu Huai surrender; besides, Zhu Men was ranked among the best in the world.
It would be a huge event for a seventh-level Taoist to take someone's life, and it might lead to a split in the Jianghu Tao. Jiang Xiaoyu is now wholeheartedly searching for the treasures hidden in the south of the Yangtze River, and does not want such a chaotic situation to occur.
However, the First-Class Golden Buddha has great power and has invited two extraordinary living Buddhas from southern Tibet to take this opportunity to regain the Puxian Temple. Jiang Xiaoyu needs to rely on the power of the Golden Buddha to maintain the current treasure hunt executor.
He plays a role, so he can only cooperate reluctantly. Anyway, there is a siren coming out, and if the sky falls, he will not be able to resist it alone.