"what's on your mind?"
Yu Yu's clear voice brought Ji Ping'an back from his wild thoughts.
He raised his head, looked at the two women beside him, shook his head and said:
"Nothing, just thinking about the aftermath of this matter."
Ye Hongling looked serious:
"Buddhism will definitely pay attention to the death of Master Yihong. This matter is no longer something we can handle and needs to be reported to the court."
Yunlin Chanyuan was a nail in the Southern Tang Dynasty’s Buddhist tradition and had extraordinary significance.
If the abbot dies unexpectedly, Buddhism cannot react without any response. When the news comes back, at least one "envoy" will be sent to understand the situation and arrange for a new abbot to take over.
In comparison, the conflict with General Dadong can be ignored.
"It does need to be reported." Ji Ping'an confirmed, but what he wanted was to inform Xin Yaoguang about the matter.
Let him pay close attention to the trends of Buddhism.
Although he thought it was unlikely that the "Buddha" would be reborn, after all, judging from the currently collected samples, most of the reborn people were concentrated in the past one thousand years.
However, considering the great discovery that "Tao Zun" was born in the early stages of civilization, the "sages" who created various major systems obviously hide huge secrets.
Everything is possible.
"Let's go back now." Ji Ping'an said.
The three of them immediately walked out, but as soon as they passed through the courtyard gate, they saw a group of people approaching, headed by the Pei family's mistress.
She stayed in a Buddhist temple as originally planned.
When Ji Ping'an rushed out after hearing the noise, he had already stepped into the Leiyin Tower, and he looked frightened:
"Ji Sichen, I heard that you were fighting with the master in the Zen Academy?"
Ji Pingan glanced at the woman strangely, thinking that although this woman was not pregnant, she was lucky.
Involved in this incident, but unscathed, the standard large silly Baitian sighed softly and said:
"Sometimes, ignorance is also a kind of luck, madam, what do you think?"
Li Xiangjun was stunned, then suddenly took a deep breath, bit his lip, nodded and said:
"That's what Si Chen said."
Immediately, the woman in charge actually stopped asking, and instead ordered the servants to pack their things, prepare carriages and horses, and prepare to follow the three of them back to Yuhang immediately.
Ji Ping'an smiled and suddenly felt a little emotional. During this time of great changes that had not happened in a thousand years, it was a blessing for the Pei family to have such a mistress who knew how to judge the situation.
Immediately, a group of people gathered together and marched down the mountain. On the way, they passed by the god general who was sitting cross-legged in meditation and recuperating from his injury without saying a word.
"General, are you going to let them go like this?" an officer asked reluctantly.
Daidong Shenjiang, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, opened his eyes and stared at the other person coldly. It wasn't until the officer moved his eyes away that he snorted coldly and squeezed out four words:
"There is ample time."
Immediately, Tu Di ordered again:
"Go to the depths of the monastery to inquire. I want to know what happened."
He still did not give up and planned to take revenge by filing a complaint.
As long as he catches the three people who broke into the Zen monastery without evidence, he can make a big fuss and use the court to put pressure on the other party from legal principles.
"So what if the Qintian Prison is still an official office of the imperial court after all."
Dadong Shenjiang was thinking about it and had already imagined in his mind how to present the memorial and how to operate the officialdom.
But when the sent men returned and told what happened with a panicked expression, General Daito was stunned.
The officer said:
"General, Master Hong's attitude before his death was obviously related to the case. He seemed to admit his guilt and obey the law. I think the nursing home seems to have no intention of pursuing the case. Even if we submit the memorial, I'm afraid it will be of little use."
General Dadong suddenly shook his head, his eyes flashing:
"No, you don't understand. It doesn't matter what the people in the Zen Academy think. The key is how the Buddhists will express their stance when they know about it."
"Huh?" The officer looked confused.
…
Outside Qiantang City, on a densely forested hillside.
A group of monks from the Mendicant Sect were hiding here, looking far in the direction of the Zen Monastery.
As the setting sun sinks into the ground, the mournful sound of bells comes from the mountains, and a group of "fallen monks" far away in the forest can clearly hear it.
"Lord Buddha, this is the death knell. Someone has died in the Zen courtyard." A monk said in surprise.
"Ordinary monks don't get this kind of treatment. It's a full six rings. Could it be that the abbot of the monastery is dead?" Another person was shocked.
The Buddhist system is strict and has a complete set of regulations. Monks of different levels have different treatments after their death.
The "Buddha", who was covered in greasy flesh and held a cracked copper bowl in his hand, said with an ugly face:
"When gods fight, it affects the fish in the pond. Let's go, go to the city first, and stay quiet for a while. It's getting harder and harder to mix in the world."
Everyone's heart is filled with sorrow.
The group of people turned their horses and rushed towards Qiantang City.
On the way, a person asked curiously:
"Lord Buddha, speaking of which, how did you know something would happen here? Bring us here?"
When Buddha heard this, he still felt palpitations in his heart and said:
"Of course it is the revelation of the Buddha when it comes to divination."
The monks looked at each other, thinking that we, a bunch of wild monks, are all evil people who do not obey the precepts at all. They are fugitives who cannot survive in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Is it possible that the Buddha is blind? Can he still give you enlightenment?
Buddha didn't say anything, but he was also suspicious:
He has been doing divination for half his life, but he has never been able to get it right, and this time it unexpectedly worked.
It's strange.
Amidst the sound of horse hooves, the sun finally sank into the ground, and darkness covered Kyushu.
…
Shendu City, Qingyun Palace, Jiyuan.
Because we are located in the north, it gets dark quickly after autumn.
When the sky was dotted with stars and the moon was shining brightly, Xin Yaoguang walked on a whim in the garden, staring ahead with her clear and narrow eyes, and a yellowing leaf slowly fell.
"Dharma body...has been used up?" Xin Yaoguang murmured to himself, and the stunningly beautiful Sword Fairy looked to the south.
With the cultivation of Shen Zang, she could still feel something after the Dharma Body dissipated even across the mountains and rivers.
"I don't know what kind of powerful enemy that little guy encountered." The female head teacher was inexplicably worried.
After thinking for a while, she took out the Taoist Scripture from her sleeve and wondered whether she should send a message to the little star official to inquire.
But he felt that the price had dropped, so he hesitated. While hesitating, the Taoist scriptures shook, and a line of ink words slowly appeared:
[Ji Pingan: Are you there? 】
Under the moonlight, the corners of Xin Yaoguang's mouth were slightly raised, and he did not respond immediately. Instead, he deliberately counted thirty times in his heart before replying with a pointing pen.
[Xin Yaoguang: Huh? 】
[Ji Ping'an: I have something to tell the headmaster. Involving Buddhism. 】
[Xin Yaoguang: Say. 】
[Ji Ping'an: The matter must start with the abbot of Yunlin Chanyuan...]
Then, Xin Yaoguang saw the words on the Taoist scriptures emerge one by one, briefly describing the case in the Zen Yuan, omitting a lot of content, and only focusing on Yihong himself.
At first, Xin Yaoguang just watched with interest and listened to the story.
But when Ji Ping'an mentioned that the Master was suspected of having feelings for the Buddha in the "Kongming Bodhisattva Realm", the Sword Fairy finally changed his face and no longer maintained the reserve of the Master. He quickly moved his fingers and coded to ask for the specific content. .
After the two parties had a conversation, Xin Yaoguang replied: [I already know what happened. 】
Immediately, he stuffed the Dao Sutra into the sleeves of his robe, and the feather cloak suddenly faded away.
His figure turned into a breeze, blowing through the Silent Garden and the town-like buildings of the Taoist Main Altar, blowing over the head of a famous Taoist disciple, and finally blew into a library in the Collection Courtyard.
"Wow."
On the third floor, a window was blown open, and the candlelight in the lampshade flickered in the brightly lit room.
Xin Yaoguang's figure condensed, her feet stepped on the spotless wooden floor, and she raised her eyes to look at the girl in red sitting cross-legged under the bookshelves in front of her, bowing slightly:
"Master."
Wei Huayang is no longer dressed as a heroine, but is wearing a bright red Taoist robe and a black belt around her waist.
He has messy short black hair, and behind him, there are ancient swords of different shapes suspended, with illusory Tai Chi patterns rotating around his body.
At this time, the strangeness disappeared. Wei Huayang opened his eyes and looked at her with a majestic expression:
"What's the matter?"
Xin Yaoguang lowered his head and reported: "Ji Ping'an just sent the message."
Bang - Wei Huayang suddenly became energetic, his eyes lit up, and he asked quickly:
"How...what did he say?"
Xin Yaoguang lowered his head and did not see the changes in "Master" and said:
"It's about Buddhism."
Then, she recounted her original words. Wei Huayang also fell into deep thought and asked:
"What do you think?"
Xin Yaoguang shook his head hesitantly:
"The disciples believe that there may be something fishy about this matter. The rebirth of the Buddha is too unbelievable. What Monk Yihong said may not be true or a lie. It may be an illusion of the devil. However, it is still worth paying attention to and can send orders to the Taoist sects lurking in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Disciple investigate further."
Wei Huayang nodded lightly: "Just do as you say."
"Yes. Disciple takes leave."
"etc."
Xin Yaoguang raised his head in confusion.
Wei Huayang's face was calm, and he asked casually: "Did Ji Ping'an say anything else?"
Xin Yaoguang shook his head in confusion: "Nothing else, what does Master want to ask?"
"It's okay." Wei Huayang said calmly.
After the female Sword Immortal left and she was the only one left in the pavilion, Headmaster Huayang gritted his teeth and stared at the moon outside the window in grievance, thinking that he didn't even say anything to himself. With a flick of his sleeves, the window "popped" "The ground closed hard.
In the distance, Xin Yaoguang stood on the roof of a pavilion, looking at the window lattice that suddenly closed in the distance, frowning slightly.
I always felt that something was wrong with the master when it came to the little star official, but how could a mere young man be really taken seriously by the first generation headmaster of the Taoist sect?
"Weird thing."
…
…
"Ah sneeze!"
Under the same night, on the mountain road back to Yuhang City, Ji Pingan sneezed for no reason as he put down the Taoist scriptures.
Yu Yu rode her little white horse and came over: "What's wrong with you?"
Ji Ping'an rubbed his nose and said, "It's autumn, I might have caught a cold."
Yu Yu looked confused and thought to himself, "Can you be more perfunctory? Brother Po Liu, you told me that you caught a cold?"
The saint snorted and ignored him.
Ji Ping'an was helpless and reluctantly glanced at the Taoist scriptures. After all, he did not choose to send out the line asking about the status of "Headmaster Huayang".
"Sigh...it feels like an underground love affair cannot be exposed. It's really too bad."
Shaking his head, Li Yangzhen closed his eyes and let the horse sit down and follow the convoy.
Because they returned all night with Mr. Pei, and because it was dark and it was difficult to speed up, the journey took half a day and everyone walked all night to get there.
When Ji Pingping opened his eyes again, he saw the sun rising in the east, illuminating the whole world.
The morning fog has dispersed, and a long queue has formed outside the gate of Yuhang City, all of which are people who want to enter the city.
By the time everyone entered the city, it was already bright and the temperature was rising. Li Xiangjun waved goodbye, then clutched his withered belly and walked back with a heavy heart.
After Ye Hongling said goodbye, she drew her horse and returned to the Yamen, preparing to report the matter to the prefect immediately.
Ji Ping'an thought for a moment, and considering that Disciple Jian Zheng was in retreat recently, and the matter was not urgent, he did not rush to Yin Yang Academy, but returned to Laoliu Street with Yu Yu.
This trip took only two days in total, but a lot of things happened:
Injured a divine general, killed a senior monk, resolved a misunderstanding from the past life, planted a spy in the human world, and even pretended to be a coward in front of the hidden official in Qiantang...
Ji Ping'an shook his head and felt that he was really busy.
As soon as the two stepped into Laoliu Street, they heard howling coming from a courtyard. Many neighbors gathered around, including the owner of the calligraphy and painting shop.
When he saw Ji Ping'an returning, his eyes lit up and he ran over:
"Mr. Li is back?"
Ji Ping'an asked in confusion: "What's going on?"
The latter held his sleeves, sighed softly, and said:
"It's Aunt Wang's daughter-in-law. Didn't she say she was pregnant a few days ago? But yesterday she didn't know whether she caught a cold or had a bad stomachache. She had vomiting and diarrhea and severe abdominal pain. Then she went to see the doctor and she said the baby was gone. .”
This... Ji Pingan and Yu Yu looked at each other without saying a word.
As Ji Ping'an had guessed before, the flower-picking monk was not a real "human", but just a body made by Master Yihong. Although his functions were the same as those of ordinary people, he was not a human after all.
The so-called "pregnancy" is probably just an injection of Buddha's fetal energy. It would have been impossible to conceive a fetus. Now that Yihong is dead, that energy has dissipated.
I don’t know whether this result is good or bad for these victims.
Ji Ping'an shook his head, put the matter aside, and prepared to leave.
Then I heard the calligraphy and painting shop owner say again:
"By the way, two beautiful women went to your store early in the morning. They haven't come out yet. They shouldn't be fortune tellers, but they may be looking for someone."
Find someone?
Ji Ping'an looked puzzled. After nodding his thanks, the two of them passed through the crowd and arrived at "Yijingzhai" at the end of the street. They found that the store door was closed and had not yet been opened.
Then he went around to the side door, but as soon as he got off his horse, the courtyard door opened, and a snack guy in a lotus-leaf skirt jumped out first, saying:
"What am I talking about? Listening to the sound of horse hooves, someone must be back."
Little chubby Fang Shijie followed him out with his hands in his hands and a look of disdain on his face, muttering:
"Come back as soon as you get back, tsk tsk, it's a coincidence that you came back, someone is looking for you."
His Majesty the God-Emperor looked at Ji Ping'an, with a hint of unexplainable teasing in his eyes.
Ji Pingan frowned and looked at Huang He, who was the third one to come out:
"I heard that two people came here? Looking for me?"
Huang He said "Yes" and was about to speak when he was interrupted by a busty woman walking out from behind.
Luan Yu, a female monk with bright features and a temperament that would keep strangers away, said calmly:
"Ji Sichen is really busy. He has disappeared so early in the morning. Did he just come back from outside?"
Luan Yu?
Ji Ping'an was startled, wondering if everyone in the Beast Control Sect was so well-informed?
Did news about the Zen Yuan come back so quickly?
Or... is it a matter of the Qianyuan Treasure House? Did the other party track it down?
"Elder Luan, do you have anything to do with me?" Ji Pingan asked cautiously.
Luan Yu hugged her shoulders and said as if it had nothing to do with me:
"I'm not looking for you. You'll know when you go in."
Ji Ping'an became more and more confused. He glanced at her and walked towards the courtyard door. Yu Yu blinked his big eyes and followed closely, wanting to blend in, but was stopped by Luan Yu with one hand and said calmly:
"Holy Maid, please stop. Please take a rest outside."
Yu Yu was unhappy and puffed up his chest: "This is the residence of this saint, why don't you let me in?"
Luan Yu refused to give in, puffing out her big breasts: "You can try."
Sitting in the well is full of breath.
Yu Yumiao was timid and sneered: "Hey, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."
…
In the courtyard.
When the courtyard door closed, blocking the view of everyone outside, Ji Ping'an finally saw clearly his own wicker chair under the old willow tree in the courtyard.
Lying leisurely, as if on a swing, a frail girl wearing a white dress is full of interest.
Xu Yuanyun raised his head and faced the morning sun in early autumn. His thin and curved eyebrows turned into crescent moons, and a bright smile appeared on his fair and delicate face:
"you are back."
…
I have to come up with the details of the next plot tomorrow, and I feel very anxious every time...
(End of chapter)
