"Third Senior Brother, I think this person doesn't want to escape. Otherwise, why would he ask me to invite Master Chunqiu?"
Chu Zhongliu immediately let out a cold breath from his nostrils, grabbed the front of his shirt with his right hand, and spat into his face. He scolded: "Lao Wu, Lao Wu, you have lived to such an old age in vain, your brain is filled with paste, right?"
Yin Zhonghao's face was livid, biting his lips, and the muscles on his face were trembling. Ji Zhongming saw that Chu Zhongliu's move was really too much, and hurriedly tried to persuade him: "Second brother, let go quickly. We are brothers, how can we hurt our harmony because of an outsider?"
As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief to wipe the spittle from Yin Zhonghao's face, and said warmly: "Fifth brother, don't take it to heart. Your second brother is possessed by evil spirits, and that's why he loses his temper. Now the senior brother is in the hands of Xiao, If we throw the enemy away, everything will naturally depend on him."
Yin Zhonghao said: "Two brothers, the younger brother is leaving immediately. The fact that the leader is imprisoned can only be concealed for a while. Before the younger brother comes back, please ask the two brothers to try to keep these guests. If any of them leave, Talking nonsense in the world will not only ruin the reputation of the head brother, our Bashan sect will also have to be inferior to others in the world from now on."
Chu Zhongliu turned away in anger and ignored him, but Ji Zhongming put his hand on his shoulder and nodded: "Fifth brother, what you said is true. You should be more careful on the road. Second brother and I will take good care of the affairs in the family. .”
When Yin Zhonghao's footsteps gradually faded away, Chu Zhongliu finally lost his temper and said, "Third brother, Xiao is riding on the neck of our Bashan sect, can you still tolerate him?"
Ji Zhongming sighed and said, "Elder brother is in his hands, what can we do?"
Chu Zhongliu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "Is it true that Xiao Yunfan can't be killed?"
Ji Zhongming had a gloomy face and said slowly: "Not necessarily, Xiao Yunfan has no head and six arms. How can the martial arts friends we invited and the relatives of our two families be afraid of him Xiao Yunfan?"
Inside the Bashan Hall, the lights are brightly lit.
Huo Zhongyuan invited everyone to discuss matters, but he himself was late, which inevitably attracted criticism. Sitting on the first chair on the right is an old monk wearing cassocks and with a pale face.
This person is Hongyuan, the abbot of Jiming Temple. He has a close friendship with Huo Zhongyuan, and he knows that his old friend will not mess up for no reason in this situation. Something must have happened. Seeing that everyone was talking nonsense and criticizing me, I secretly used my inner strength to proclaim the name of the Buddha. The words "Amitabha" silenced the voices in the hall.
Everyone looked at him. Monk Hongyuan held a Buddhist bead in his hand and said loudly: "Lao Monk was entrusted by Master Huo to meet Tan Yue here tonight. I am here to uphold justice. The master has not yet come forward to be a guest. It would be disrespectful to criticize oneself."
The old monk's words were intended for Huang Yiming, the leader of Jinke Village. Several subordinates behind him were making noisy comments about the young nun behind Taoist Yiqing. Their words and behavior were really inappropriate. Huang Yiming comes from a rough gangster background and usually has loose control over his brothers. Being criticized in front of everyone will naturally make you embarrassed.
A pair of yellow eyes glared at the old monk, smoking a dry cigarette in his mouth, and sneered: "Master Hongyuan, you really treat yourself as a dish! This guy Lao Huo squats in the toilet and refuses to come out to see everyone, I If my brothers say a few words of truth, it will hurt your ears."
A handsome monk behind the old monk smiled and said: "Zhai Master Huang may have misunderstood. My master was talking about some people and did not name them. You, the old man, rushed to explain, and you admitted that you were rude."
Huang Yiming knocked the ashes from the pot on the ground, looked at the monk and shouted: "When our elders are talking, it's your junior's turn to interrupt. The master accused me, Old Huang, of being lax in discipline, so why don't the master's disciples do the same?"
The young monk wanted to stand up and make a fuss about his words to make him disgraced, but unexpectedly he was caught by someone and turned against him. When the monk Hongyuan heard this, he couldn't help scolding his disciple: "Shut up." The monk looked at the complacency of the people behind Huang Yiming, and felt very annoyed.
Monk Hongyuan said calmly: "Fajian, come out and kneel down to apologize to the leader of Huangzhai." Fajian was unwilling in every way, but Master had his life, so he had to kneel down and apologize to Huang Yiming.
Seeing that the old monk was quite sensible, Huang Yiming hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Master, you are really strict in your sect. Children talk like farts. How can we seniors take it to heart?" As he said this, he farted secretly. Fa Jian was a few feet away from him, and a foul smell wafted to his nose. I almost lost my temper. He muttered in a low voice: "What kid talks like a fart? I think you are farting."
Although his voice was low, it was heard by the cross-eyed man with a sharp chin behind Huang Yiming. The man took a step forward, raised his hand and gave him a loud slap in the face.
Fa Jian's cheeks suddenly became red and swollen, and there was a buzzing in his ears. He struggled to get up and wanted to fight the man. Fajian's two senior brothers moved out of the way and held Fajian down. Fajian turned back to the old monk with red eyes and said, "Master, they are wrong this time."
Monk Hongyuan said coldly: "Fa Ming, Fa Xing, please bring his junior brother back."
At this time, Huang Yiming loudly reprimanded: "Lai Luzi, why did you hit my little brother?"
Lai Luzi said: "Zhai... Village Master, this... this guy made rude remarks."
Huang Yiming asked: "Why did he say something rude?" Lai Luzi said: "He...he said you farted."
Everyone laughed loudly when they heard this, and Huang Yiming also laughed and said: "Who doesn't fart when eating whole grains? If you say this, it's really inappropriate for you to attack my little brother. You will be punished when you go back."
Lai Luzi said: "He...he is your talk as if you are farting." Huang Yiming laughed, suddenly turned his eyes to Hongyuan's face, and said coldly: "Master is not strict in discipline, and my brother is a straight man. Let Xiao The master has suffered a little loss. This, I really can't help it. Little brother, this cup of tea is to make amends to the master." As he spoke, he slapped his furry palm on the table, and a thin porcelain tea cup jumped out. He stood up, moved his fingers, and the tea bowl whirled towards Monk Hongyuan's chest.
Master Hongyuan flicked two fingers of his right hand, and with a clanking sound, the tea bowl flew back again. He said calmly: "Old monk doesn't like to eat tea that has been eaten by others." Huang Yiming grabbed the tea bowl with both hands and took it with four fingers. Secretly using his inner strength, he sent the tea bowl out again, still saying: "The tea that I sent out is definitely not a gift to send back. Master, you'd better take it."
Everyone in the hall saw the two of them pushing the tea bowl back and forth like a magic trick, and thought that the two of them were being polite. Only those who knew Qigong could see that the two of them were competing with each other in their inner martial arts. There are many good people among the group of tycoons. There was a lively show going on, but no one was willing to step forward to dissuade them, which ruined the interest of others.
Only Taoist Yiqing from Lotus Temple understood better than others that Master Hongyuan's words just now were to stand up for his disciples. If Jiming Temple really takes action against the people of Jinke Village, I will definitely help the old monk.
The teacup was between Huang Yiming and Master Hongyuan, as if it was being held by an invisible rope. It was getting closer to Hongyuan now, and then closer to him now. Huang Yiming's internal strength is far inferior to that of Monk Hongyuan, so he can support himself for this moment only because Monk Hongyuan gives in.
His face turned red, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. On the other hand, Monk Hongyuan looked calm and solemn. Always use two fingers to move the energy, and people with a discerning eye can naturally see who is better and who is worse.
Ordinary people would say that when a monk escapes into Buddhism, he should give up his quarrels, but this is not the case with Hongyuan monk. In order to correct his original intention, he will only argue with reason. For example, if Huo Zhongyuan asked for help from him, he would even risk his life to get things done for his friends.
The disciples of Lotus Temple are all weak girls, and the disciples of Jinke Village just say some obscene words, and whistle from time to time to tease others. Aunt Yiqing cultivated her skills and did not care about it, so she could only tolerate it. This old monk can't stand it anymore, and he must give the people in Jinke Village a look.
Huang Yiming's face was dripping with sweat. He thought he was no match for the old monk, but asking him to bow his head in front of so many people was more uncomfortable than killing him.
Seeing that he refused to give in, Monk Hongyuan tightened his eyebrows and put more force on his hands. The tea bowl shot out and shattered in front of Huang Yiming with a ripple, and the tea splashed on his face.
Huang Yiming lifted up his sleeve and wiped it on his face, anger welling up in his heart. He stood up straight and said, "Old bald donkey, you are going too far."
Monk Hongyuan lowered his eyebrows and said, "I said that I don't like to drink tea that others have drunk. It's because Tan Yue is ignorant and can't blame others."
Huang Yiming was humiliated by this, and his subordinates behind him drew their weapons one after another, seeking to bring bad luck to the old monk. Only then did a few people among the group of heroes step forward to persuade him.
At this time, a Confucian scholar wearing a blue shirt and holding a folding fan hurriedly started talking and said: "Everyone, what kind of riddle did Master Huo play with everyone tonight? He invited us to come, and he didn't show up. How could we be allowed to do this? Are you going to sit here all night?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of heroes started making noises.
At this time, someone outside the door said: "Dear guests, you have been waiting for a long time. Master Huo will not come tonight."
These words were still echoing in the hall, and Chu and Ji walked in wearing plain clothes. Everyone looked at the two of them with doubts.
The Confucian scholar said: "What do you mean, Master Ji? You should make it clear to the big guy."
Chu Zhongliu sighed and said: "To be honest, my senior brother was held hostage!"
Everyone was shocked and asked: "Who is so bold to threaten Master Huo?", "Who is it? I will fight with him now!"
Ji Zhongming saw a pot exploding in the hall and said loudly: "It's Xiao Yunfan. This thief was captured by my junior brother that day. According to the rules of the martial arts, blood debts should be paid with blood. I wanted to use his life to pay tribute to my dead child. But the leader Senior brother is kind-hearted and wants all martial arts comrades to come and testify, so as to prevent the world from saying that our Bashan sect kills innocent people indiscriminately. I never expected that this person is very cunning, and my senior brother, the leader, fell into his trap.
Now that we have fallen into the hands of this person, Senior Brother Chu and I have thought about it again and again, and have no choice but to tell you the truth about this matter, firstly to avoid you from misunderstanding about our Bashan sect, and secondly, to discuss with you how to rescue my senior brother. "
Huang Yiming picked his nose and hummed: "What a fuss, Lao Huo asked someone to make dumplings. Lao Huang, I am in the business of kidnapping, and I can't do this kind of thing to save people. Master Ji, Master Hongyuan is highly respected, How about we hear what he has to say?"
Monk Hongyuan knew that Huang Yiming's intentions were not good, so he said with a smile: "There is a saying in Buddhism: All things in the world have their destiny. Do not do evil, and practice good. Lao Monk and everyone here only heard the words of the noble sect. As for Xiao Yunfan How to put it, we don't know. Since the head of Huo is in Xiao Yunfan's hands, he must have conditions to negotiate, so we might as well meet with him and discuss it again."
The Taoist nun Yiqing flicked her fly whisk, saluted with one hand and said, "Master has a kind heart and is willing to use Buddhism to resolve this grudge. I admire you so much, Master Ji, I will help you lead the way."
Ji Zhongming hurriedly waved his hands and said: "No, Master Bodhisattva has such a heart. How could he know that Xiao Yunfan is insidious and cunning. If he knows that we are going together, it will definitely be detrimental to the leader."
The blue-robed scholar was called Meng Xian. He unfolded his fan and revealed a peony. He glanced at Ji Zhongming, smiled slightly and said: "Master Ji, Master Huo is our good friend. How can we ignore his safety? Master Hongyuan just made it very clear. We will discuss what is right and wrong after we meet Xiao Yunfan. .”
The heroes echoed and Chu Ji had no choice but to take the lead and lead everyone out of the palace.
Besides, Yin Zhonghao was concerned about the safety of Huo Zhongyuan, so he rushed to Shuzhong Chengdu Mansion at starry night and did not dare to delay for a while. The leg strength alone required twenty good horses, and six of them almost died from exhaustion. After a lot of running around, I finally reached the ground in Sichuan. Stayed in an inn, ordered wine and meat, and ate randomly. Then I asked the waiter about the location of Chunqiu Tower.
The waiter laughed and said that there are now two Chunqiu Towers in Shu, one in the east of the city and one in the west of the city, but he didn't know which one he was going to? He felt strange and wanted to ask the waiter again. The waiter said he was busy and directed him to ask a storyteller. After a lot of trouble, I finally got to meet the storyteller.
After the two sat down, Yin Zhonghao said: "Sir, I heard that there are two Chunqiu Towers here, and I hope you can give me some advice." He placed a large ingot of silver.
When the storyteller saw the silver, he naturally smiled. Teach him everything he knows in his mind.
It turns out that the Chunqiu Tower's prominent position in the martial arts world was not due to its achievements in martial arts, but because the children of the Feng family dared to follow Tai Shigong's pen and write books and biographies for heroes in the world. For those who practice martial arts, reputation is the most important thing. It would be a great honor for a famous person to be included in the masterpiece "History of Jianghu" before his death. This book is published every year, and the heroic deeds it praises are widely circulated among the people.
"History of Jianghu" was originally written by Feng Yuchun, and later compiled by his brothers and clan members. Every time it was published, the Feng family made a lot of money. Over time, internal conflicts of interest arose. Feng Yuchun was already old, so he passed on the position of building owner to his second son early on, and he traveled around the mountains and rivers instead of worrying about these mundane matters. Naturally, his younger brother was unwilling to accept it and built a Spring and Autumn Tower in the west of the city.
Fifteen miles east of Chengdu, deep in the bamboo forest, there is a magnificent mansion. Yin Zhonghao tied his horse under a willow tree. Stepping forward slowly, the teacup-sized copper nails on the black painted door shone brightly, and a golden plaque hung on the lintel, with the four large characters "Spring and Autumn Prosperity" written on it, which was really beautiful.
Yin Zhonghao knocked on the door knocker, and soon a young man with a clear face walked out.
The man glared at Yin Zhonghao and said coldly: "What do you want, Your Excellency?"
Yin Zhonghao saluted and said with a smile: "Yin Zhonghao has something to ask for in Bashan Mountain and wants to see the old landlord!"
The man looked at Yin Zhonghao and said slowly: "The old landlord has gone to visit friends, sir, please come back!" He said and was about to close the door.
Yin Zhonghao hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it, and said with a smile, "That's right. I really have something very important to ask you to see the old landlord. I hope I can pass it on."
The man said: "Didn't I tell you that the old landlord went to visit a friend and is not at home! Are you deaf?"
Although Yin Zhonghao was unhappy with the arrogance of the young man in front of him, he didn't show it on his face.
He took off the long sword on his back, took out the letter and handed it over and said: "Since the gentleman is not here, I will give this thing to my little brother, and please be sure to give it to him. I'm sorry to say goodbye!" "As he said that, he strode towards the willow tree.
The young man took the letter and the sword, rolled his eyes at Yin Zhonghao, and closed the door.
Yin Zhonghao got on his horse, glanced at the house and murmured: "Xiao Yunfan, Yin has tried his best. I can only blame you for your bad luck." As he said that, he tightened his legs on the horse's belly and ran towards the distance. go.
