On the hillside of the Consecrated Sidtan Temple facing the Full Moon Peak, there is a meditation monastery built by the abbot. When you open the window and look up, you can just overlook the distant scenery. You can see the old trees and ancient vines in the frame, and you can see the intricate roots; and the rock The bones are exposed and included, but the remaining peaks have sharp edges.
"President, the old monk has something to report."
At this time, the temple was crowded with tourists and the bustling scene had returned to normal. However, Abbot Hongbian locked himself in the Zen room all day long and refused to leave, turning a blind eye and hearing nothing.
It was not until today that the oldest Zen Master in the temple hurriedly came to knock on the door, and the abbot's Zen room seemed to have restored the traces of the passage of time. At this time, the ashes in the incense burner had accumulated to more than two inches. Apparently, Abbot Hongbian was in the room. It was caused by burning incense and praying day and night.
The ghusl monk glanced briefly and then lowered his eyes.
He seemed to sense a trace of inexplicable terror from Abbot Hongbian's behavior. Even though Abbot Hongbian pretended to be extremely calm with his years of cultivation, Monk Ghastly understood that such behavior of locking himself in his husband's house was not only not The confident performance revealed the fear of external unstable factors.
The beginning of all this was when a few people entered Jizushanyin to save people.
Time has passed for a day and a night. Jizushanyin seems to have some kind of magic power that can swallow up all the news emanating from foreign objects. Jiang Wen, Master Anren, Miaobao Dharma King, and Pinzhao have disappeared for a day and a night. But the passage of time outside did not stop because of this. On the contrary, everything continued as usual.
Moreover, the ghusl monk could vaguely guess what the abbot was afraid of.
In the position of the abbot of Sidtan Temple, where he is walking on thin ice, all fears are natural, just like a towering trembling person walking on the top of a mountain. If he is not careful, he will be shattered to pieces. The Mu family behind Xitan Temple is now in danger, and may be in danger of overturning at the slightest disturbance.
Originally, according to the instructions of Abbot Hongbian, the main purpose of Xitan Temple at this time was to "empty the outside but solidify the inside", to cope with the ever-changing changes and to prevent others from seeing flaws. After all, no matter whether it is the "Thirty-six Tiangang Monks" Even the "Huayan Great Confession Sutra" can only guarantee temporary gains and losses. The real threat is peeping on the side and has never disappeared.
But just like when he came this time, there are always some factors in the world that will change so much that they are out of control, and it must be handled safely by Abbot Hongbian himself.
"Amitabha. Elder Jingjing, what happened?"
Just as the Great Purity Monk expected, Abbot Hongbian, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch with his eyes closed and chanting sutras, was covered with red bloodshot eyes when he opened them. Even though his expression remained calm and indifferent, it could not conceal his extreme physical and mental exhaustion. His voice sounded weak when he spoke.
Seeing that the host was so haggard, the ghusl monk seemed to be unable to bear to disturb him with mundane matters, but he hesitated again and again and couldn't rest assured. He finally sighed heavily, and his old and haggard appearance was particularly conspicuous.
"President, Prince Pingxi's Mansion has sent someone here again today. This time it's Wu Zhimao, who is under Wu Sangui and is known as one of the top ten generals. The men he brought are very aggressive."
Abbot Hongbian frowned deeply and fell into thought.
"Wu Zhimao..."
"It's weird. The imperial court appointed him as the Commander-in-Chief of Sichuan a few days ago. Shouldn't he take office? Why did he take a detour to come to Jizu Mountain..."
Although Abbot Hongbian has been in the mountains for a long time, he has made friends with many high-ranking officials and is not completely ignorant of the affairs of the court, so he hit the key points and solved the problem.
This person shouldn't be here.
Wu Sangui, who has gone deep into Yunnan, still has many generals and has long been feared by the Qing court. Therefore, even if King Pingxi is about to go to Burma to pursue Yongli, he will still be exploited overtly and covertly for his strength.
In order to win over Wu Sangui and his generals, the Qing court not only promoted him to a higher rank, but also promoted his generals Wang Fuchen to the governor of Shaanxi, Li Benzhen to the governor of Guizhou, Wu Zhimao to the commander-in-chief of Sichuan, Ma Bao, Wang Pingfan, Wang Xu and ten others were the general soldiers of Yunnan.
But even though the Qing court had resorted to various means, it still seemed unable to prevent Wu Sangui from dominating Yunnan and Guizhou. For example, Wu Zhimao, who is coming now, was from Jinzhou, Liaoning, and was the backbone of the Guanning generals. It has long been their instinct to stay together for warmth. Now that the new official is helping Wu Sangui with things right after he takes office, it has already shown his loyal attitude.
"Amitabha, the old monk heard that General Wu came to persuade the princess to become a monk on the orders of King Pingxi. There may be hidden secrets, but the matter is so big that I dare not make any arbitrary decisions."
The Great Purity Monk also honestly expressed his thoughts. At present, as long as the Pingxi Prince's Mansion is involved, the Xitan Temple is in danger of being destroyed. Therefore, no matter what the reason for the other party to come, the Great Purity Monk does not dare to Make your own decisions.
Abbot Hongbian turned his rosary beads with his fingers and recited the Heart Sutra softly, his tired eyes once again showing a look of thinking.
"There may be no reason for the rumors to come out of nowhere. Princess Pingxi did indeed propose to Lao Na that she wanted to go to Jizu Mountain to form a nunnery for practice. But it is really weird for such rumors to come out at this time..."
It is difficult for ordinary outsiders to find out the internal affairs of Prince Pingxi's palace, let alone the discord between Prince Pingxi and the princess. As a family general, Wu Zhimao, the commander-in-chief of Sichuan Province, boldly revealed that his purpose of coming was in conflict with the palace, and he was trying to hide it.
After thinking for a moment, Abbot Hongbian asked again, "By the way, among the few masters who came to Pingxi Palace earlier, is there also a swordsman with a Liaodong accent?"
"Well, Cheng has something to do with it."
The ghusl monk raised his head as if suddenly, and connected his hands to form a line in front of him, as if he wanted to figure out the context, "The host means..."
However, Abbot Hongbian pressed his hands and decisively stopped the words that the ghusl monk was about to say.
"Amitabha, everything has not happened yet. I am just speculating here. Hey, is there anything else you want to do here today?"
The sandalwood incense lingers in the monastery, and the Buddha statues hanging on the wall are looking down silently. The sun shines on the calligraphy and paintings of literary celebrities behind Abbot Hongbian, as if they are waiting for someone to break the tranquility.
The ghusl monk rubbed it in his arms for a moment with his dry bark-like palms, then took out a neatly folded piece of letter paper and placed it on the desk.
"Today at noon, the Kagyu sect's praise and protection lama sent this letter, suggesting that the second battle of the Dharma will begin tonight."
There seemed to be the sound of drums coming from the void. The ghusl monk clearly noticed that Abbot Hongbian's breathing had stopped for a beat. His eyes were full of disbelief, and then he asked eagerly.
"What?? Could it be that Dharma King Miaobao has returned from Jizushanyin?!"
It’s no wonder that Abbot Hongbian thought so, because His Majesty Miaobao was the soul of the Kagyu Sect. If His Majesty Miaobao had not made a comeback, the Kagyu Sect should not have been so confident.
So at that moment, Abbot Hongbian, the words "long nights and many dreams" quickly appeared in his mind, and a series of worst-case scenarios quickly emerged - these were also the hidden dangers that kept him awake all night.
Originally, because of Luo Shuang'er's disappearance, Miaobao Dharma King took the opportunity to propose a search in the mountain, thereby shelving the feud between the Sittan Temple and the Kagyu Sect. The main reason for this was that Abbot Hongbian and Miaobao Dharma King, as the leaders of both parties, were aware of it. Some people want to fish in troubled waters, but they are also worried about being used as a weapon.
But now the Kagyu sect suddenly proposed to continue the fight. Abbot Hongbian immediately thought that he and Jiang Wen were involved in a serial conspiracy.
The important thing is that if the Dharma King Miaobao really comes back, then the other people may be in danger.
What's worse is that if King Miaobao is a treacherous and evil person, then the side of Xitan Temple will lose the two major helpers, Master Anren and Jiang Wen, and even Pingzhao, who represents the Mu family. All foreign aid will suffer heavy losses.
Abbot Hongbian's heart was as sharp as a knife, and he couldn't understand why there were three people on his side opposing Cai Cai and one person, but he could be plotted to annihilate his entire army...
"Amitabha, presiding, Dharma King Miaobao has not returned. I am afraid there is someone else who proposed to continue the fight this time..."
The ghusl monk hurriedly explained aloud, finally pulling Abbot Hongbian back from the edge of regret.
"There was no news about the few people who entered the mountain in the darkness of Jizu Mountain. Only the red light flashed in the valley last night. We sent people to search in many places outside, but still found no news about them. It seems that the Dharma King Miaobao has never returned to China. The possibility of Yan San Temple.”
But contrary to the expectations of the ghusl monk, Abbot Hongbian did not breathe a sigh of relief after hearing this.
Abbot Hongbian slowly closed his eyes, as if he wanted to rely on the boundless Dharma to dispel the nightmare lingering in his heart. The sandalwood fragrance wafting in the room penetrated the heart, but it took a long time for Abbot Hongbian to find comfort in this misfortune. Fortunately, he finally calmed down and continued to speak.
"Amitabha, if it weren't for the return of Dharma King Miaobao, then the only variable in this matter must be related to the visit of Sichuan Commander-in-Chief Wu Zhimao... Elder Jingjing, do you think so too?"
The ghusl monk nodded. The accumulated life experience prevented him from becoming dim due to old age, and he even saw connections that others had not noticed at critical moments.
If these two things happen alone, even if they are called paradoxical, they are not necessarily dangerous. But if they happen at the same time, the crisis contained in them will be exponentially amplified, and it is very likely to turn into a black hole that can swallow the entire Jizu Mountain. .
"President, I don't know how to deal with it now? The old monk is old, but we at Sidtan Temple will definitely work together to tide over the difficulties together."
Zen Master Dajing looked at the host with fine wrinkles on his face, and suddenly recalled the appearance of Hongbian who had just succeeded him twenty years ago.
At that time, Xitan Temple was in the same situation with internal and external troubles, and everyone in the temple felt that it was about to collapse. Only the new abbot's eyes were full of determination, and he ran around with his master's instructions alone, and finally passed the most difficult period. when.
The mainstay at that time was now old, and Zen Master Dajing felt a sense of pain in his heart. He didn't know if the persistence of Sidtan Temple over the years was still meaningful, let alone whether Abbot Hongbian could still carry everything.
"Let's open Fayun Pavilion tonight."
The old monk Dajing was stunned when he heard the words. It seemed that he did not hear what the other party said clearly. However, his ears were not working well, but his eyes were still clear. He could clearly detect the look of determination to live and die in Abbot Hongbian's eyes.
Only at that moment, the old abbot in front of him seemed to have returned to the difficult time when he was independent and took orders in danger. The entire Sidan Temple's purlins, rafters and roof tiles all fell on him, but Abbot Hongbian didn't care. Apart from the boundless Dharma, there is only one way to survive with all your strength.
"Gurgling, the Kagyu sect suddenly launched an attack at this time, just to frighten the enemy and expose our flaws. The other party seems to be calculating but not intentional. Tonight's fight is afraid that there will be too many people talking, so we simply proceed as usual and don't notify the people in Jizu Mountain. The four masters of tranquility—if this catastrophe is really coming, it will be up to us at Sidan Temple to deal with it!"
After slowly explaining, Abbot Hongbian immediately stood up, holding on to the table to steady his shaky figure, trying his best to show the dignity and dignity that a great monk should have, and then added.
"Also, let the monks go to Jizushanyin to search again. At this time, more efforts will bring more hope. No matter who we can find in the end, it will be a rare help after all."
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The sky quickly darkened, except for the tall Biboluo trees and Kozi trees swaying along the roadside of the temple. The monks from Xitan Temple walked outside Fayun Pavilion and brought incense oil lamps and candles one after another to illuminate the inside and outside.
The pilgrims were vaguely aware that a grand banquet was about to begin in Fayun Pavilion tonight. However, the monks stood in a row at the entrance of Fayun Pavilion and politely refused the pilgrims' request to attend the ceremony.
The statue of Buddha in the main hall is sitting in lotus position, with his left hand horizontally placed on his left foot, which is called "Dingyin", which means meditation; his right hand is stretched straight down, which is called "touching the ground", which means that in the past life before Sakyamuni became enlightened, Sacrifice one's own leader's brain for the sake of all sentient beings. Only the earth can prove all this, because these are all things done on the earth.
The lowered Buddha looked at the scene in Fayun Pavilion with cold eyes. On one side was Master Hongbian, the abbot of Xitan Temple. He and several respected elders in the temple were sitting cross-legged on the futon. They all seemed to be closing their eyes to rest and prepare for the upcoming arrival. of fighting skills.
The people who arrived later, Mingling Xuanxuan, were the guards of Prince Pingxi's palace. Naturally, Princess Pingxi, who was wearing a gauze hat to cover her face, was accompanied by the ugly maid with half of her face severely disfigured.
But this time, Princess Pingxi was taciturn. There was a seven-foot tall man wearing a military commander's uniform sitting diagonally to the side, blocking the prying eyes of outsiders like a screen, and occupying the rest of the room with murderous intent. Not much space.
"Master Hongbian, I came here at the behest of Prince Pingxi. Today I am guarding the safety of the princess. You don't need to worry about me."
Sichuan Commander-in-Chief Wu Zhimao glanced around and stared at Xitan Temple and his party with sharp eyes, then added in a rough voice, "But if anyone dares to threaten the safety of the princess, then don't blame Wu for being arrogant and unreasonable."
Abbot Hongbian smiled slightly: "Mr. Wu's words are serious. Jizu Mountain is originally full of monks who can't hold swords and guns. How could anyone harm the princess? But the sword on Chief Bing's waist is shining brightly, and it can't be unsheathed or retracted. Have to be careful.”
Seeing that the monk had hit a soft nail, Sichuan Commander-in-Chief Wu Zhimao snorted coldly and turned around and said: "Humph, when Wu came here, he listened to the prince's explanation. There are many martial arts masters living in seclusion in Xitan Temple. Even Prince Pingxi's Mansion The four great masters have all fallen into disgrace, so I must treat them with courtesy. In my opinion, even if they are monks, they may not be incapable of restraining chickens."
Abbot Hongbian was well prepared, shook his head and sighed: "Amitabha, we Buddhist disciples only practice martial arts to strengthen our bodies. The so-called level of martial arts is just common sense. Even if you have martial arts, you will never be as brave as those in the martial arts. Cruel, you have to shed a river of blood just for the sake of being first or second.”
Abbot Hongbian seems to be talking about martial arts people, but in fact he is alluding to the Prince of Pingxi who bribed martial arts people, and the generals of Liaodong who amassed troops and horses for conquests.
Wu Zhimao wanted to say that these monks may not be good people, but Abbot Hongbian pointedly said that he may not be good, but those of you who eat with knives must be bad people. If you really want to eliminate risks, then start with the suicide of the people in Pingxi Palace. Bar.
Although such words are suspected of being arrogant, Wu Zhimao is originally a murderer. He wanted to get angry, but he immediately understood that this was a trap dug by the old monk. He clearly wanted to deliberately provoke him to take action. In the end, it was Ping Xi who was unreasonable. The palace.
"Hmph, it's not like Wu is here to fight today. It's useless to say more!"
After this exchange of words, Wu Zhimao was very angry, but he did not dare to use force in the main hall in front of Princess Pingxi, so he had no choice but to stop talking murderously, and turned around to watch the main door of the main hall suddenly open, revealing a group of yellow-robed lamas. As they filed in, the night wind roared outside the hall, and the lights in the hall swayed endlessly.
Abbot Hongbian took a closer look and found under the dim light that the person leading the group was indeed not His Holiness Miaobao. There was one less person in the Kagyu sect than last time. It could be seen that His Holiness Miaobao was still in the mountains and had not returned.
But when the lights shone everywhere, everyone realized that the leader looked very strange, and his body shape was also different from ordinary people.
His head, wearing a bright yellow monk's hat, was covered with lumps and odd-colored spots, his lips were turned outwards, and the shape of his neck was almost invisible because of the huge tumor, making his head deformed. The ground tilted to one side, and although his feet were sound when he stepped out, the knuckles on his hands were twisted like chicken claws, making him look so ugly that it was almost nauseating.
"Amitabha, turns out to be the Khenpo Lama, who never welcomed him from afar and came back to atone for his sins."
Abbot Hongbian looked neither happy nor sad at this time. Looking at the almost human-looking lama in front of him, he was full of doubts in his heart, "But now the Black Hat Dharma King is still rescuing people in Jizu Mountain. Why should Khenpo Lama be so impatient and waste his time?" Where is Dharmaraja’s kindness in turning war into friendship?”
No one could have thought that the instigator of today would be the extremely ugly, taciturn old lama who had been guarding the Dharma King Miaobao, nor did they know what the purpose of his actions was.
Khenpo Lama's appearance was as fierce as lacquered body, and his voice was as hoarse as swallowing coal. He led the Kagyu lamas to occupy the other side of Fayun Pavilion, sat down cross-legged and spoke hoarsely.
"What the monk said is wrong..."
Khenpo Lama's voice was like scratching the bark of a tree with his fingernails. His weird and twisted figure was full of Zheng Mao, with a flat nose, sunken eyes, a ferocious face, severed hands and feet, and deformed limbs. It made people feel frightened even when they looked directly at him.
"Rinpoche went to the mountain to save people to save one person, and came to worship and collect sutras to save all living beings. If the great monk really knew Rinpoche's good deeds, why would he still be proud of external things, but never be willing to do great kindness? Woolen cloth?"
Khenpo Lama stood up at this time, pointed to the group at Sidtan Temple and said, "Since the great monk is unwilling to do good deeds, why does he hypocritically accuse us of coming to seek Dharma?"
There was a discussion among the lamas. Apparently they were convinced by this statement. Wu Zhimao, who had been observing for a long time in Prince Pingxi's palace, even clapped his hands and applauded.
"Although this eminent Tibetan monk looks ugly, he does have a very kind heart. Why should Abbot Hongbian be so petty? Could it be that he is blaming him for his low status?"
If it were the usual Abbot Hongbian, he might have temporarily retreated due to face and the principle of safeguarding Xitan Temple. However, the current Abbot Hongbian seems to have a different mentality than before. He was silent for a moment, and actually took the lead from He sat down in his seat, turned to the opposite side and said: "Amitabha. Lama Khenpo, I remember Dharma King Miaobao once said that the topic of the second round of the fight will be decided by the old monk. I wonder if it is still valid?"
Khenpo Lama's eyebrows were sparse and fell off, and he had a strange drunken face. It seemed that he did not expect that Abbot Hongbian was squeezed to this extent, and he would still choose to take advantage. He could only nod and said: "Of course it works."
Abbot Hongbian finally calmed down. He nodded and said, "The topic of my topic today is supernatural power. If Lama Khenpo can show the clairvoyance of the Dharma King, I will naturally admit defeat."
At this time, Monk Dajing finally knew why Abbot Hongbian wanted to place the venue of the fight in Fayun Pavilion, and at the same time prohibited pilgrims from entering to watch - Abbot Hongbian today simply does not follow martial ethics to the extreme, no matter when facing the Pingxi Prince's Palace , or a lama of the Kagyu sect, all of them tried every means to take advantage. If this was seen by outsiders, the image of an eminent monk he had cultivated for many years would be destroyed in one day.
This topic proposed by Abbot Hongbian is not without its viciousness, because only the Dharma King of the Kagyu Sect can cultivate supernatural powers. If everyone has supernatural powers, wouldn’t Buddhism become a joke? And the Khenpo Lama is ugly. Obviously he will not be a living Buddha with a solemn appearance.
"Abbot Hongbian, this question is too unreasonable. How can everyone in the world have supernatural powers?"
When Wu Zhimao saw that something was not right, he quickly stepped out and seemed a little out of control. The lamas of the Kagyu sect also started talking and seemed a little unhappy. They found it difficult to accept the unreasonable topic of Xitan Temple. However, Khenpo Lama actually He laughed quietly.
"The great monk is really insightful. In the world, the transformation of scriptures is a false method. It is used to deceive people's eyes by casting spells on grass and trees. The things themselves have not changed. But magical power is not like this. It is a method that can truly change. Make all things truly change, just like gold and silver melt when exposed to fire, and water freezes when exposed to cold.”
Khenpo Lama said in an unpleasant voice, "The principles of things are like this. If people in the world can eliminate sins and realize the natural wisdom, they will naturally be able to use it with ease. Although I have not been able to obtain the Dharma for liberation, I have been with the Dharma King for a long time. Driving beside it, you may not be able to see this small world like the palm of your hand."
"When I chant sutras and give you blessings, I will show you my divine vision."
Then Khenpo Lama sat down cross-legged, held Mahamudra and began to chant sutras, and recited the "Thirty-Five Buddhas Confessions" in Tibetan. This sutra is because of the incredible power of the vows of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and it is easy to recite their names. The earth eliminates the consequences of sin, so it can purify all sins including the five uninterrupted sins for hundreds of thousands of kalpas.
The lamas accompanying him also chanted sutras together, and the chants gradually merged into a torrent that resounded through the Fayun Pavilion. It was like a mandala was formed on the spot, integrating the body, language, spiritual parts, and the purest inner part. The Buddha nature and the bright part are completely integrated into it.
The ghusl monk closed his eyes and listened to the sutra, and felt that the elder next to him was asking himself: "That's strange, what sutra are they reciting?"
The ghusl monk opened his eyes a little and whispered: "It's just thirty-five Buddha repentances, I don't know what they are doing..."
But at the moment when the sound of chanting sutras fell, Khenpo Lama stood up from his position, then opened his eyes and looked around blankly, as if he was living in a different time and space.
"Now I know everything about Fayun Pavilion in Xitan Temple..."
Then he came to the side of the Buddha statue sitting cross-legged, and gently rubbed the surroundings with his hands. He unexpectedly opened a dusty secret room, then pointed at Abbot Hongbian and said: "Master Hongbian, twenty years old Someone used to retreat here before, and there were three layers and three shelves of scriptures inside, a total of ninety-one books. I don’t know if what I said is right.”
"There is also this place. Originally, the positions of the Molizhitian and the Great Biancaitian were opposite. If you don't believe it, you can move the statue. The dents underneath are enough to prove it."
"Look here again. When the construction was started, there was a pot of lotus petal tree, but it was later moved outside Wei Tuo Hall, right?"
Then, without waiting for Abbot Hongbian to answer, he walked around the Buddha statue in Fayun Pavilion again. He could tell the similarities and differences between the furnishings here twenty years ago and now by pointing at them, even the location of the books on the lampstand. It was formal, as if everything in the past was really vivid in his eyes.
Every time Khenpo Lama said something, the monks in Xitan Temple began to discuss, and the surprise in their eyes became increasingly difficult to hide.
If this person wasn't so ugly and unforgettable, everyone at Sidtan Temple would have thought that Lama Khenpo was originally a novice monk in Fayun Pavilion, and only in this way would he know all this so well.
"Amitabha, what you said is not accurate."
Abbot Hongbian uttered these two words coldly, as if everything Khenpo Lama said was just a calm breeze blowing on his face, and he quietly denied everything.
As if he had expected it, Khenpo Lama slowly closed his eyes, a smile appeared on his ugly and terrifying face, and then pointed at Abbot Hongbian and said: "Since the monk is unwilling to admit it, there is naturally nothing I can do about it, but Prince Pingxi's palace is here today, and there are some Of course things cannot be faked.”
Wu Zhimao was glanced at by Khenpo Lama, and his eyes lit up as if he had suddenly woken up. Tuqiong pointed at him and said hurriedly: "Speak quickly! Is there something that Xitan Temple is hiding from us?"
Khenpo Lama sat back down, pointed at Abbot Hongbian and his entourage, and said, "Of course it's a matter of Sidtan Temple colluding with the rebels. How long do you plan to hide it, Monk Hongbian?"
The sound of the collision of swords and guns was heard loudly. The monks in Xitan Temple stared wide-eyed. They couldn't believe that Khenpo Lama would say such heart-wrenching words. Previously, Abbot Hongbian argued that he was a good person and only those who kill people with swords can They are evil people. Now if they are related to the rebels, it doesn't matter whether they are good or bad. Prince Pingxi's palace can take the opportunity to kill them and bleed them like rivers of blood.
The ghusl monk's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the Khenpo Lama across from him in horror. He instantly thought of the group of monks who mysteriously appeared a few months ago. Each and every one of them had traces of wielding a sword, even though he I don’t know the details of these people, but I can vaguely guess that these people came with bad intentions-could it be that Sidtan Temple had some leverage at that time and was caught?
"That's nonsense. I, Xitan Temple, have never had anything to do with any rebels."
Among all the people, only Abbot Hongbian remained calm. He sat cross-legged on the ground and asked questions without revealing any flaws.
The Khenpo Lama responded from a distance, as if he was talking about an ordinary trivial matter, pointing to an old monk in the crowd and said.
"Wu Zongbing, do you believe that the old monk in front of you with the Buddhist name 'Big mistake' is actually Qian Bangqi, the former Ming censor and governor of Sichuan."
With a single finger as sharp as a halberd, Khenpo Lama continued, "Not only that, but there are also 'Emei Taoist' Zheng Zhijuan, 'Fu'an layman' Hu Qinhua, 'old monk' Li Zhihua and others who live in Xitan Temple. They are all rebels from the Ming Dynasty. , the commander-in-chief will send someone to search!"
Seeing that the soldiers of Pingxi Palace were like wolves and tigers, they instantly picked up an old monk from Xitan Temple and escorted him to Wu Zhimao.
The old monk also looked at Wu Zhimao with an unchanging expression, and said coldly in a Dan disciple's accent: "How dare you be rude to a thief who betrays his master!"
The blundering monk's identity was exposed, and he already knew that he was doomed. He once served as the governor of Yunnan in Kunming, and countless people knew him. Even if he denied it on the spot, he would not be able to escape being escorted to Kunming to be identified.
Wu Zhimao, the commander-in-chief of Sichuan, stared at Abbot Hongbian with cold eyes and said, "Old monk! How do you explain this time!"
"Amitabha, Mr. Wu doesn't know something."
Abbot Hongbian said without fear: "The donors of the money were recommended by Mr. Mu Zhai, the right minister of the Imperial Court's Ministry of Rites. They are the people who compiled my aspiration in Jizu Mountain. There are also letters here to prove it. Do you think the imperial court Mr. Mu Zhai, the Minister of Rites, is also a rebel?"
"Is this really happening?"
Seeing Abbot Hongbian calmly taking out a letter, Wu Zhimao became a little confused. He looked at the letter suspiciously at Monk Dacuo. As expected, he found that the old monk was looking at him without fear, and he couldn't help but beat his heart.
His subordinates secretly explored these clues and thought they could win in one fell swoop, but they didn't expect Abbot Hongbian to have such a skill. Thinking about it carefully, although Qian Bangqi's status is sensitive, he has no real evidence of the other party's rebellion. If he had to hunt down officials who had been Ming Dynasty officials, half of the Yunnan officialdom would not be left.
Then again, this bunch of bullshit literati have no clear collusion in the past. If they kill the old monk rashly, they may cause Wu Sangui to make enemies for no reason among the surrendered ministers of the former Ming Dynasty.
"Huh, Wu can't distinguish so many, so he will be escorted back to the palace for trial for the time being!"
Wu Zhimao pondered for a moment and found a way. In the end, it was left to Prince Pingxi to decide whether to kill or release. This way, he would be sure to get the credit and get the credit.
Abbot Hongbian patted Monk Dacuo's shoulder gently. The exchange of glances between the two parties showed that they understood that this fate was saved, and it was just a matter of suffering some hardships on the way - Wu Sangui was now ordered to hunt down Yongli, and he was not a human being inside or outside. , would not be willing to offend the covetous civil servant group in the DPRK, otherwise he would not try his best to curry favor with Hong Chengchou, just in exchange for Lao Shizi's "Pingnan Strategy."
You must know that Cao Cao did not dare to kill Ni Heng, and Wu Sangui was even more unwilling to ruin his only reputation on this matter.
"Kenpo Lama, what else do you have to say? If you can't produce evidence that Sidtan Temple colluded with the rebels, you will lose today's battle."
Abbot Hongbian sat back down with dignity and pushed the canoe back on the verge of overturning. His calm demeanor was almost breathtaking.
Khenpo Lama was stunned and turned to look at Wu Zhimao, who was pretending to be nonchalant. He really wanted to ask him why these things he revealed were lifted up and put down gently - this was completely different from what was promised.
But the next moment, Khenpo Lama showed a secret expression.
"Master Hongbian, I can't produce the evidence you want now. Even if I lose today, don't forget that there is still this third round of fighting. Now it's time for Prince Pingxi to come up with the question. I hope the master can Just like today, all bad things can be turned into good fortune."
Abbot Hongbian looked normal on the surface, but his heart was already in a state of turmoil. Lama Khenpo's words were obviously a warning to himself. Today, it was even revealed that the Kagyu sect and the Pingxi Palace were colluding. So this last battle, It will only be a fight to the death.
"Khenpo Lama is right. Wu has never learned anything and doesn't know what questions to ask. He only has a loyal and patriotic heart. Why don't we set the time tomorrow and let's guess who is the rebel? How about the losing party letting the other party deal with it?”
After saying this, Wu Zhimao respectfully asked Princess Pingxi to leave Fayun Pavilion without daring to show any disrespect. He seemed to know that Princess Pingxi was dissatisfied with his arrival, but he still did not dare to show any displeasure.
Wu Sangui specially sent him here because he was worried that the situation in Jizu Mountain would get out of control, so he handed over all the clues collected from many parties and even the hidden connections in his hands, just to ensure that Xitan Temple and Jizu Mountain were under control. among.
But Wu Zhimao really couldn't figure out how much of it was for the eternal rule of Yungui and how much of it was for the princess who had conquered the country. Anyway, he had to do this evil thing, and the credit must belong to the prince.
Then Wu Zhimao turned and left with a sinister smile, leaving only Abbot Hongbian with a solemn expression. He was now extremely sure that he had something in the opponent's hands, but he could not figure out what was wrong with Xitan Temple.
Even though Abbot Hongbian could have a clear conscience, the Sittan Temple could not have a clear conscience, and the Mu family behind the Sittan Temple could not even have a clear conscience. He carefully recalled Khenpo Lama's performance just now, as if everything was just a performance. Only when he opened the door to the secret room of Fayun Pavilion, the other party showed an extremely complicated look in his eyes.
I saw Khenpo Lama clasping his palms together and bowing deeply. He slowed down as he passed Abbot Hongbian and said in an extremely unpleasant voice, "Master Hongbian, I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't expect you to recognize me either. No need. I want to delay the time until the Dharma King comes back. After all, Dharma King Miaobao is a Buddha or a demon, so naturally we know better than you..."
After Yan Bi left, only Abbot Hongbian, who had clearly won, was left in deep thought and could not calm down for a long time.
(End of chapter)
