Exiting the Five Views Hall, there is a winding wooden corridor with green tiles covering the roof, redwood pillars one after another, blue and gold cloud patterns and statues of guardian gods under the eaves, adding a sense of sophistication to it.
In the eyes of many monks and pilgrims, Master Guanghong, the most virtuous monk of Tai'an Temple, and a young man in old robes walked slowly side by side. But what is surprising is that Master Guanghong, who usually looks calm and calm, now looks a little ugly, and even trembles. Looking at the young man again, he is smiling and calm, talking to Master Guanghong talk.
"The paper from Wuji Paper Shop is very useful."
"Is this what you used to find the poor monk?"
"almost."
"There are so many people going to Wu Ji Paper Shop to buy paper every day, how can I tell you that they are poor monks?"
"There is a batch of paper on the Wuji paper floor. Because the children were naughty, they accidentally spilled the dye for dyeing the cloth into it. The paper is a little reddish. I wonder if the Master noticed it?"
"How do you know?"
Master Guanghong's face turned a little pale.
To be honest, he didn't really notice.
"The Master and I happened to buy that batch. And that batch of paper was not produced in large quantities. I asked the shopkeeper. During that time, there were only a dozen people who came to buy jute paper, and only a few people who bought large sheets of jute paper. There are only three people the shop owner knows and can remember."
"Have you ever looked for one next to me?"
"I'm very patient." Song Youyou said, "But even if there is no jute paper, the mage ordered a kid to visit last night. With this little kid alone, I can definitely find the mage."
"..."
Master Guanghong put his hand into his sleeve robe.
There were several archers and soldiers hidden in his sleeves on both sides. They were all rolled up and could be transformed with a wave of his hand. However, thinking that the two yakshas were destroyed without a sound that night, he did not dare to act rashly.
"I wonder how I defeated the poor monk Yaksha's method?"
"I am proficient in fire magic."
"..."
Master Guanghong suddenly turned pale.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Master has been in Tai'an Temple for many years. He has both cultivation and Taoism. Why panic?" Song You smiled, and then asked, "Master can use paper yaksha, but I wonder if he can use paper horse or paper donkey?"
"Paper horse or paper donkey?"
"Of course."
"What if you have it? What if you don't have it?"
"If there is any, I would like to ask the mage for advice."
"no?"
It seems there is no more.
Song You looked regretful.
I originally thought that since this monk has the method of paper yaksha, I might be able to learn the method of paper horse from him, which would save me a lot of energy, and in the future I can also enrich the magic library of Fulong Temple. In this way, I can save his life. Nothing is impossible.
pity.
Then you have to reciprocate.
It's just that I can break your magic because of my ability. As for whether you have this ability, that's your business.
Song You then answered Master Guanghong's previous question: "Master is a member of the Buddhist sect, and he should have good intentions and compassion. However, Master borrowed the hands of others to steal treasures in the city, and was found to have escaped." The Dharma Empress actually harbors a grudge and sends Yakshas with the intention of causing harm. It is hard to say that she is a member of the Buddhist sect... I am very curious, doesn’t the Dharma Master feel frightened when facing these golden bodies of the Buddha every day?"
"Heart palpitations?" Master Guanghong mustered up his courage, "They are just clay statues. You and I know very well that the Buddha is not here, and neither is the Bodhisattva."
"Too."
Song You nodded.
Buddha statues and gods are all made of clay, and the ears cannot hear and the eyes cannot see. Even if spirits can appear, the world is so big and the energy of gods and Buddhas is limited. How can they know everything in front of every clay statue?
"But it's just that no one knows about it."
"What's the point of taking a step?"
Song You did not answer. He only glanced at the door couplet and bowed to Master Guanghong:
"Take care, mage."
"?"
Master Guanghong frowned and looked at his back.
Just leave like that? Are you still playing some tricks?
When he came to his senses, he turned around and found that the two of them had just arrived at the entrance of the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas.
There are gaps in the tiled roof of the palace to let light through. Small beams of light shine down from the top of the head. They pass through the heavy smoke in the palace and outline a clear shape. They shine on the floor, the altar, and the golden body. Master Guanghong is shocked. I felt that all the familiar golden Buddha statues seemed to have changed.
Except for the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas in the middle, whose eyes are still lowered and his treasure-like appearance is solemn, the other Bodhisattvas, whether they have kind eyebrows, kind eyes, or compassion for others, all seem to be looking at themselves.
The most terrifying thing are the guardian gods.
He was already glaring with anger, but now, everyone seemed to be glaring at him.
Master Guanghong was horrified and frightened, his heart was beating fast. Suddenly, the sound seemed to be like a drum, and with each beat of the drum, the angry faces of the guardian gods appeared before him. Her eyes grew bigger, and she got closer to him.
Within a few breaths, those faces were in front of him, majestic and terrifying, as if they were questioning him about all the evil things he had done in his life.
The sound of murmuring sutras reaches my ears.
The scriptures and texts I usually read and the mysteries of Buddhism that I didn’t pay much attention to suddenly came to my mind.
Is that right?
Is that right?
Have you violated the precept?
Have you ever felt at ease?
He felt a raging fire in his chest. At first it was just itchy and hot, making him reach out to scratch it, but it soon became hotter and hotter. The hot feeling started in his heart and spread outward, making his whole body uncomfortable.
"ah!!"
Master Guanghong couldn't help shouting.
Many monks, pilgrims and even people staying here heard the sound and rushed over.
However, they saw the highly respected Master Guanghong's body ignited with flames from the inside out, causing him to roll on the ground and his face was distorted.
He shouted loudly:
"The poor monk is guilty!
"The poor monk knows his mistake!
"Buddha, spare your life!"
No matter how much he shouted, the fire wouldn't stop.
What's strange is that the fire only burned the skin and flesh, not the clothes. It was as if Master Guanghong had been anointed with oil, and the fire was so intense that in just a few seconds, there was only one piece of clothes left in front of the temple.
Everyone present was shocked and inexplicable.
Someone had seen Master Guanghong and a young pilgrim walking side by side before, and quickly looked for the young pilgrim. In the direction of the mountain gate, someone was hanging behind him with a calico cat taking small steps. He had just reached the temple gate, but Also drifting away.
The calico cat stopped and looked back.
…
Song You walked back to Tianshui Lane and happened to run into Luo Battou. He also heard that Luo Battou was looking for him, so he invited him into the yard.
"Sir, the courtyard wall of your home was seriously damaged last night, but is it in danger?"
"It's out of the way."
Song You smiled and waved his hand. Before Luo Captou could continue to be concerned, he took the lead and asked, "I wonder how the interrogation of the escaped thief went?"
Luo Captou's eyes flashed.
Although he didn't know whether the person who broke into the house last night was a human, a ghost or a monster, just looking at the traces left on the courtyard wall and rain eaves was enough to scare him. However, Mr. Song in front of him seemed not to care. Looking at the yard, there are no signs of damage from fighting.
Wasn't there a fight?
Or is this just the battle of wits between experts?
Or……
Such speculation in his mind did not affect Capt. Luo's reply: "We have been interrogating these days, and we have also recovered part of the stolen goods from the thief. But it is a bit clever, all we have recovered is gold and silver. Jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, as well as the rare medicinal materials hidden in the houses of various nobles, are all missing. The thief only said that he ate them all in order to practice the art of escape from the earth."
Luo Cap paused for a moment, then looked at Song You: "Luo doesn't know much about this aspect. I wonder if practitioners..."
"What medicinal materials are there?"
"Thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, hundreds-of-year-old wild ginseng, high-quality dragon bones, etc. are all medicinal materials that have been around for a long time."
"Absolutely impossible."
"Then the thief is hiding, or..." Mr. Luo paused again, then turned to another matter, "In addition to asking about the stolen goods, we also examined where his method of escaping came from. Come here, and he actually said he found an ancient book among his grandfather’s belongings.”
Luo Baotou didn't finish every sentence he said, trailing off and looking at Song You.
Do practitioners need so many precious medicinal materials, can they consume so many medicinal materials in a short period of time, and can practitioners become self-taught? These are all blind areas of knowledge for him, an ordinary headhunter, but isn't there an expert in front of him?
It was okay before. When he saw the damage to Mr. Song's courtyard wall this morning, he roughly understood that there was probably someone behind the thief.
I was afraid that the person behind the thief came to seek revenge last night.
Song You also knew that he was consulting him.
Although the method of escaping from the ground has flaws, it is not simple, but has many advantages. If ordinary people without relevant foundations try to comprehend it on their own, they may not only make extremely slow progress, but may also be in danger during the practice.
But Song You didn't need to tell him this.
"It's a coincidence that I went to Tai'an Temple today and happened to see a strange thing that I wanted to tell the class leader."
"oh?"
Luo Captou was stunned for a moment, but he still handed over:
"Appreciate further details."
"Master Guanghong, whom the class leader had asked for advice, spontaneously ignited a fire in his heart this noon in front of the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas. During this time, he loudly begged the Buddha for mercy. However, in just a moment, the fire burned him completely, leaving no ashes. ." Song You smiled and said, "So this guy really shouldn't do anything bad. The squad leader might as well tell this story to the thief in prison, maybe it can impress him."
"!"
Luo Baotou immediately opened his eyes wide and his mind was running wildly.
After a long time, he stood up quickly and handed over to Song You again: "Luo knows, thank you sir for your advice."
"polite."
"Luo still has official duties to attend to, so he will resign."
"Walk slowly."
Luo Captou turned around and walked out, his steps were fast and furious, but his eyes were shining with light.
Suddenly he remembered the scene when he went to Tai'an Temple to seek advice a few months ago, and Master Guanghong, who was rumored to be a true Taoist, gave him time to bury excrement. Suddenly, I remembered the image of the city's nobles and even many people from the government going to Tai'an Temple to burn incense, worship Buddha, and talk with Master Guanghong.
No wonder someone attacked Mr. Song at night.
No wonder the person behind the thief knew so quickly that Mr. Song had given him guidance.
No wonder every crime is so precise.
No wonder...
Luo Captou had known for a long time that Mr. Song was a real expert and that he would gain something from coming to ask for advice, but he did not expect that the gain would be so great.
Thinking like this, he suddenly bit his teeth again——
How dare that bald donkey play tricks on him like this! If it hadn't been for Mr. Song's guidance, he would have been kept in the dark, and the bald donkey would have been at large, still being the guest of the nobles in his city!
Correspondingly, Mr. Song, who was across the door from him, felt more and more unfathomable.
