I was kidnapped by a group of nuns, who were eyeing me with evil intentions.
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This is Xin Zhuo's true feeling at this moment.
The Zen room is not big, about twenty square meters, with a low bed, a table, and a lamp; on the wall are a "quiet" calligraphy and a "enlightenment" calligraphy.
Nothing else.
He was sitting cross-legged on a futon, with five middle-aged nuns sitting in front of him, four of whom came here to catch themselves, and an old nun with a cold expression sitting in the middle, holding a whisk in his hand.
The five nuns didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.
Xin Zhuo also looked at them quietly.
A stick of incense!
Half an hour!
An hour!
Xin Zhuo couldn't sit still. He and the nuns who came to arrest him didn't fight, and they might not be able to fight him. He wanted to sit down and talk to each other, after all, monks don't kill people, and then let him go. Still a good neighbor.
After all, he had just assisted a wave of assists in Fufeng Mansion and had been cleared a lot. A compassionate monk shouldn't yell at him, right?
But it's really confusing to keep looking at each other like this.
"There must be some misunderstanding!"
Xin Zhuo said calmly and gently, sitting upright and preparing for a debate.
The nun in the middle finally spoke, with a cold voice, like a creditor rather than a monk, but what she said was shocking: "She has a good child!"
Praising someone all of a sudden?
Xin Zhuo was stunned for a moment and said: "Thank you! But I think appearance cannot express a person's true quality. I am actually very pure at heart, kind and have a sense of justice. In some ways, Said, I am the same kind of person as all the masters."
"Bandits are not that different from nuns, are they?"
Shuiyuean Martial Hall Supervisor Nipu Jingshitai had a faint smile on her lips. It was hard to tell whether it was sarcasm or whether she found it funny.
Xin Zhuo blinked. It seemed that the conversation between the Crown Princess and Nun Huixin when they went to Fulong Village last time was known to these nuns. They smiled and said, "That's true!"
"Stop this nonsense!"
Master Pu Jing gently flicked her coat tail and said coldly: "I want to ask you, poor nun, last month I came to my Shuiyue Temple Xiangji Kitchen to steal food and called myself the Sky Cannon, the little thief, was it you?"
Of course it is me!
Xin Zhuo looked like he was thinking: "That's not possible, right? Although I'm a bandit, I won't do such a thing. If I want something to eat, I can go down the mountain to rob. Of course, I only rob property and don't hurt people's lives!" "
Pu Jing said coldly: "At that time, the way down the mountain was blocked by Hungry Wolf Village. There were Fucheng police officers at the foot of the mountain. You couldn't go down."
Xin Zhuo said: "There is no problem with Shitai's inference, but this rhetoric alone cannot prove that I did it. Can't I hunt? Everything must be evidenced, right?"
Since we couldn't hunt, we prescribed insect repellent. Monks couldn't talk about this kind of thing, so Pu Jing had to change her excuses: "But the little thief's sword technique is the transformation sword technique. Within three hundred miles of Fulong Mountain, there are There are not many young people who are skilled in the realm of swordsmanship!
And you are one of them. The sword skills you used in the fierce battle with the head catcher, the fierce tiger village, and the hungry wolf village cannot be hidden from the poor nun and others! "
"Could it be that someone from three hundred miles away came to do it? Who can say clearly about things in this world? Master is so impressed!"
I won't admit it, even if I die, what can you do to me? Without a handle, can you monks still take action?
Pu Jing and several masters looked at each other. This matter may not be an important matter to Xin Zhuo, but due to Master Puming’s inference, Shuiyue’an and Qiugong Pavilion were fighting for their skin. Wuni below There was a fierce fight with the students, and the high-ranking martial arts nuns and Qiugongge masters above also came and went for more than a dozen times.
Both sides got angry and ignored everything else.
Otherwise, how could it be possible for the little thief Xin Zhuo to show off his power and do those things?
Pu Jing took a deep breath: "Okay, let me ask you, poor nun, how do you explain the matter of the crown princess?"
Xin Zhuo thought about the cause and effect of the matter, as if it was none of his own business, so he couldn't help but spread his hands: "What does the princess's own plan have to do with me? To be honest, you are a noble princess of a country, and you have trapped her in a nunnery to be a nun." , what if the prince gets angry and sends a large army to conquer Shuiyue Nunnery, wouldn’t all the masters be the unlucky ones?
In some ways, I helped you, didn't I? "
"What a sharp-tongued little thief!"
Master Pujing suddenly became angry. She was wearing a monk's robe without any wind, and her true energy was floating, which was very scary.
The incident of the Crown Princess seemed like a coincidence, but in fact it was deeply involved and the matter was very cryptic. Shuiyue An had always guarded the Crown Princess closely, and the people in the court did not dare to act rashly. However, the situation was disrupted by a small bandit.
"Don't get angry, talk the truth."
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but move back.
Pu Jing suppressed her anger: "Did the Crown Princess say anything to you that night? Don't miss a word, tell the truth!"
Xin Zhuo smiled: "You really want me to say it?"
"certainly!"
"Well, the Crown Princess and I first debated good and evil, and I outsmarted her. Then she stopped leaving and wanted to have a long talk with me. As a result, we didn't have a deep talk at night. Instead, we studied a little book for half the night. When it was over, she said she figured it out and wanted to go back and do good in the world..."
Xin Zhuo blinked. He felt there was no need to hide this matter. It was pointless and he was telling the truth.
"Little book?"
The five teachers looked at each other with serious expressions and a hint of nervousness. They all stared at Xin Zhuo, "It's He Xiaoshu. Please tell me carefully. Don't miss a word."
"Isn't this... bad? Are you sure you want to listen?"
"Sure!"
"Okay! It is said that during the Xuanzhen period of the previous dynasty, there was a scholar Zhang in Chengde Prefecture. He went to Beijing to take the exam. He passed by a barren mountain. It was a rainy night. There was an abandoned temple in front of him, so he stayed in it. In the middle of the night, there was a man in his twenties. The beautiful woman also moved in...
The two couldn't help but talk about the hot topic. Sister Li looked at Shusheng Zhang affectionately. Shusheng Zhang smiled and said, "What a young lady, let me try a one-wheel push on Xiaosheng. Do you know about the one-wheel push?" …”
(Omit five thousand words...)
The five masters were puzzled at first, then frowned, and then dumbfounded. However, they were afraid of missing something, so they had to listen carefully.
The more I listened, the more unpleasant it became. The more I listened, the more cold sweat began to form on my forehead. In the end, my face turned red and I looked confused.
I couldn't help but clasp my palms together and keep chanting Amitabha.
Just when Xin Zhuo said that Wu Erniang was smiling beautifully and the Bodhisattva was sitting on the lotus platform, Master Pujing couldn't bear it any longer and became furious: "You are full of filthy words, you disgusting little thief, you are so presumptuous!"
Walking out the door with a red face and sweating profusely.
The remaining four masters, who were also guilty of "sin", went out with red faces and monk clothes.
"boom!"
The door was locked and everything was quiet again.
"What I said is absolutely true. Masters, don't leave. Let's talk for a while!"
Xin Zhuo raised his head and shouted, making sure that no one would come back. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. It was really too stressful to talk about this to a group of old nuns.
I stood up and stretched my body, thinking about it, what is going on?
Won't you let me go?
I wonder what Cui Yinger and the others in the village would think?
