Chapter 357

The wind was so violent and the snow was so tight, it seemed like a large piece of goose feather was falling.

Ji Yuan has achieved success in martial arts practice, and his energy and blood are as strong as an oven, so he is naturally not disturbed by the cold.

He let out a breath of white air, and strode to the monastery where Master Linji placed the order.

This place is obviously in disrepair for a long time, the two wooden doors are crooked, and half of the mud wall is crumbling.

Thick dust, dense cobwebs.

It seems that it has been abandoned for a long time, and there is no human smoke.

"Unless there is a bronze plaque of 'Lanruo Temple' and a few fragrant female ghosts, who will come here to spend the night."

As soon as Ji Yuanfu stepped into it, he felt the wind leaking from all sides, and he couldn't help shaking his head thinking.

"It's Chinese New Year, why don't you come here to reunite with your uncle and aunt at home?"

The skinny old life-killing monk was sitting in the Buddhist hall chanting sutras, and suddenly raised his eyelids.

The master figure of the hidden vein of Huangjue Temple is still wearing the simple monk robe.

He held a copper bowl in his right hand, and the clear water contained in it had already condensed a thin layer of frost.

"Master doesn't get involved in worldly affairs, but he didn't say that he doesn't eat wine and meat to fill his stomach?
Even a Buddhist master can't really eat wind and drink dew.

Always eat some wine and meat to fill your stomach.

Furthermore, Ji has come all the way.

Thanks to the protection of the master several times, he was also taught the horizontal practice of the Huangjue Temple.

Before New Year's Eve, having a drink together can be considered as satisfying. "

With a smile on the corner of Ji Yuan's mouth, he put down the food box and glanced around.

Just found a rusty copper stove, and dead trees.

He didn't dislike the dust and dirt, and raised his hand to wipe off a layer of red rust on the surface.

He used his energy and blood again to light up the stove.

Then from the food box, take out a few plates of cold stewed vegetables and half a bag of chopped beef.

Arrange the dishes and wine cups, and put two pairs of clean food chopsticks on the shelf.

In a short while, this deserted Buddhist hall became a bit smoky.

"Kuro, you have a heart."

The life-killing monk shook his shriveled face twice, and Gujing's calm state of mind inevitably had some ripples.

Huangjue Temple is a sacred place of Buddhism, facing the Xuankong Temple in the north.

The former can be divided into Xianzong and Yinmai, while the latter can be divided into Orthodox Monks and Lay Monks.

To put it plainly and clearly, it is the face and face of the sect.

The six true traditions, the Pure Land of Zen Buddhism, sound very majestic and majestic.

But still can't escape the words "eat, drink, and lazar".

Especially today's sages promulgate various regulations.

Taxes are collected on Buddhist and Taoist temples and buildings all over the world.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation have become a big problem.

Xuankong Temple relies on lay monks to operate various industries.

Various expenses for maintaining the monastery.

Those lay disciples pay money to learn martial arts.

But there is no need to become a monk and keep the precepts.

Because of all the mud and sand.

Good and bad.

It also led to the reputation of the Hanging Temple.

It has declined slightly in recent years.

Huangjue Temple is slightly better.

Because of the land bestowed by the imperial court.

Self-sufficiency is not a problem.

But the land of Buddhism is rarely quiet.

There have been talents haunting the jungles of the ten directions from generation to generation.

Want to compete for the name of "Zhentong" and the position of "Buddha Head".

That's why there is another hidden vein, and there are life-killing monks who go to the Xuankong Temple in person to compare their strength and dharma with Nanu King Kong Yinkong.

"Jiulang, at the civil and military chief meeting in Xiaohan Mountain, you showed off your fighting skills.

It's like recognizing the identity of the descendant of the hidden vein of Huangjue Temple, and I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. "

The killing monk's face was shriveled, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.

In the beginning, he really wanted to draw Ji Yuan into Buddhism, as his successor.

But later, I gradually changed my mind and never mentioned it again.

The reason is simple, the old monk is unwilling to drag his apprentice into the muddy water.

"This is the most unrelenting, relentless, and hard-to-eliminate thing in the world.

It is not a battle for fame and fortune, nor is it a fight for power and position.

It's... the four words of Taoism orthodox. "

Seeing Ji Yuan's puzzled eyes, the killing monk sighed and explained:
"The sage first stepped into the rivers and lakes, and appointed the six true lineages.

Establish the three positions of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddha.

In Shangyin and Jixia, there was an endless quarrel between the king and righteousness, Neo Confucianism, and meritorious service, and there was no time to let it go.

The same is true of Zhenwu and Laojun. One advocates "receiving talismans to cure evil, and all things are in their own way", and the other emphasizes "the integration of the three teachings, and the understanding of the mind and nature".

Neither of the two families disliked the other, and when disciples from different sects bumped into each other, friction and fights were inevitable.

As for Buddhism...it is unavoidable.

There are tens of thousands of lay disciples in the Xuankong Temple, spreading branches and leaves everywhere, and the momentum is unparalleled.

Over the past few years, Huangjue Temple has shown signs of a lack of talent.

None of the three great miraculous arts inherited by Xianzong can get a glimpse of the door for the first time. "

Ji Yuan was slightly taken aback, wondering why the killing monk suddenly mentioned the first place among the three religions.

He warmed up the dishes and warmed the wine, just like treating the elders in the family.

"The sage's actions are ulterior motives, even if the true masters understand it in their hearts, they still want to drill into it.

If you don't fight for the top spot, your own orthodoxy will inevitably decline within half a year.

At that time, we will talk about how to inherit the essence of the Dharma of the ancestors.

Using a "fake name" will make the three religions uneasy.

To prevent the true system from becoming bigger and repeat the previous mistakes of the martial arts holy land overpowering the human dynasty!

The means of a saint are awe-inspiring. "

The killing monk's tone was calm, but he didn't have any complaints.

He saw very clearly that Buddhism is to seek emptiness, to see oneself clearly, so as to overcome the ignorant beings who are obsessed with ignorance.

It doesn't matter whether it's Huangjue or suspended.

The Tao taught is the right way, and the Dharma taught is the Dharma.

But even the monks themselves can't figure it out, so if they insist on getting involved in the whirlpool, how can they blame others?
"Master, is it possible that I have become the descendant of the hidden vein of Huangjue Temple, and I am going to compete with the bald...monk of Xuankong Temple for the Buddha's head of Nao Shizi?"

Ji Yuan frowned slightly, he was not very interested in such things as commanding the forests in the ten directions, and the two sects in the north and south respecting each other.

It would be more practical to go one step further from Qianhu and sit on the throne of the commander of Beizhen Fusi.

How can a group of bald donkeys who lead a group of Zen meditation lead Yun Ying Tiqi, fly fish and hundreds of households, patrol the state capital, and monitor the world comfortably?
"That's not necessary, the old man is not inferior to Yin Kong from Xuankong Temple.

If it is not for the reason of the exercises, it is difficult to break through the big innate.

It's not the turn of the two sects to fight for the head of the Buddha, so the old monk just sits on it. "

The life-killing monk picked up the hot wine glass and took a sip.

"Say the craziest words with the most insipid posture... you are worthy of a Buddhist master in the name of killing life."

The corner of Ji Yuan's mouth twitched as he heard movement from the main hall.

His eyes flicked slightly, and there were a few lonely monks in thin clothes.

Perhaps he smelled the aroma of wine and meat from the Buddhist hall, so he came out to check the situation.

He saw that it was freezing outside, and it was New Year's Eve again.

So he got up and took 20 taels of silver and asked them to buy some rice noodles and vegetables.

This scene fell in the eyes of the killing monk, who nodded in approval.

His apprentice has outstanding understanding and talent.

There is a spirit of killing and fierceness, and there is also a heart of compassion and sympathy.

"How can Yin Kongna's stubbornness compare with the old monk? In terms of martial arts and Buddhism, he can't beat the old monk, and it is even more impossible to win than his disciples."

The life-killing monk immediately laughed heartily, and it was Yixing Trentfei who chanted loudly:
"I stole Qiankun's chest and kept it in my chest. I cheated it like it was hidden in my sleeve. Maha Prajna Paramita, don't care what the world says!"

The bold and hearty laughter, like an angry dragon soaring into the sky, soars into the sky.

Standing outside the Buddhist hall, Ji Yuan looked at the killing monk whose robes were bulging, drinking wine and eating meat, in a daze.

There was a surge of scalding hot air in his chest for no reason, and it matched the blood flowing like a river.

Between the brows on the forehead, red flames shone brightly.

It seems to be entangled with an old ape, and it is also like a stone fetus.

The changes are endless, looming.

Zhou Tian Dojo, where many martial arts are condensed, is like a huge furnace.

It's like melting the miscellaneous qi machine, trying to condense it into one.

That's it, master and apprentice.

One is in the Buddhist hall, knocking on the food, singing the Buddha's gatha aloud;

One is based outside the Buddhist hall, smelting martial arts, and the heart and mind are in harmony!

This dilapidated ancient temple is like a pure land in the glazed world, containing the Dharma and Tao.

……

……

After the New Year's Eve, Ji Yuanfu put on the big red python robe again.

Then he took the Xiuchun knife and came to the Fusi yamen in Beizhen, which he hadn't stepped into for a long time.

With his status as a thousand households of the fifth rank, he no longer needs to count on time.

Unless there is a major case where the commander personally orders, he must be present.

"Ji Qianhu, a rare visitor.

I heard that you've been running around for a while, and it's hard for you to take a break.

Why did you come through the Yamen? "

Cheng Qianli, who is also of the fifth rank, was originally drinking tea in the back hall.

Suddenly seeing the imposing red python robe, he couldn't help showing surprise.

"Cheng Qianhu, how are you doing this New Year's Eve?
I happen to have some business and some personal affairs. "

Ji Yuan chuckled, he didn't have any foundation in Beizhen Fusi.

Apart from Qin Wugou, he was also a little familiar with Cheng Qianli.

"The son is naughty and noisy, and the mother-in-law spoils me, which makes me have a headache.

Ji Qianhu might as well just say it, see if there is anything I can do to help? "

Cheng Qianli's eyes flickered, and he asked very familiarly.

Although the two are both Fusi Qianhu in Beizhen, they are equal in terms of rank and rank, so there is no need to deliberately flatter them.

But anyone with a little brain can probably see it.

Ji Qianhu, who has not yet reached the crown, and the backer behind him are by no means comparable to ordinary fifth-rank court officials.

Maybe, in another ten or eight years.

The commander's seat belongs to him.

How can such a person be offended.

"I want to go to the imperial prison and take the life of a Qi trainer."

Ji Yuan Shi sat down calmly and said softly.

Cheng Qianli's eyelids twitched slightly, and the tea bowl he picked up stopped in mid-air, and asked hesitantly:

"Private enmity? Or a private matter?"

Ji Yuan didn't hide anything, and said with a smile:
"Cheng Qianhu, don't think too much, I just got a secret method, I want to make a sword, but I lack a strong enough evil spirit.

You also know that Qi practitioners are hard to find, and it is even more difficult to find Qi practitioners who are heretics.

I've been worrying for a while, and after Qin Qianhu's reminder, I finally remembered,
The imperial prison imprisoned so many evil spirits and heretics, the remnants of the world.

Wouldn't it be appropriate to use one's life? "

Cheng Qianli was relieved when he heard the words, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

As long as you don't want to kill someone by name, it's fine.

The prisoners under the imperial prison.

Either he is a vicious person, or he is a dignitary.

It's not a big deal to just find a Qi practitioner to end his life.

He was afraid that Ji Yuan had a personal enmity with some general Zhong Xungui, and wanted to kill him in revenge.

If such dirty things are not cleaned up, ask Yushitai to lift them out.

Not only was Beizhen Fusi embarrassing, but he also had to follow suit.

"Heretic Qi practitioner, let me think about it."

Cheng Qianli pondered for a moment, and then called someone to fetch the file list.

He rummaged carefully for a while before pointing out one person and explaining:
"That's him, the old Daoist of the Xuanming Sect.

At that time, the imperial court stepped on the rivers and lakes, and the iron ban on martial arts was passed down from the six true traditions to various places.

Not everyone is intimidated by laws and national prestige.

Many green forest tyrants, heretics, did not take it seriously.

These rebels who committed chaos, they are used to rampant, how can they still be willing to obey the rules.

This is true of the destroyed 'Longevity Mansion' and 'Yunlei Mountain', as well as the Xuanming Sect where the Hundred Damaged Taoist belongs. "

Ji Yuan took the file and glanced roughly:
"The No. 16 head of the Xuanming Sect has been in the north for more than ten years.

Moody, eccentric, especially... a child molester.

He often destroys the martial arts foundation of others with insidious methods of damaging the meridians and meridians.

Many young leaders of the sect were destroyed in his hands.

Because he is proficient in medical skills, he knows how to refine the 'Damage of the Body'.

Dedicate the prescription to the Imperial Medical Bureau, in exchange for a living, imprisoned on the third floor of the Imperial Prison..."

Cheng Qianli nodded and said with a smile:

"If Ji Qianhu wants to take people's souls and make sacrifices to refine precious swords, Taoist Hundred Damages is the most suitable.

The Xuanming Sect has long been uprooted, and all disciples and grandchildren were killed or injured.

Based on the... crimes he committed, he should have been sentenced to death.

It's just... the Imperial Medical Bureau promised to spare his life.

Therefore, he barely lived in the imperial prison. "

At the end, Cheng Qianli's eyes flashed contempt.

He started a family very early, and now has a pair of twin sons.

How could it be possible not to feel bad for such shameless thieves who love child molestation.

Since Ji Yuan wants to make a knife, he should use it as a favor.

"That's him, thank you Cheng Qianhu, I invite you to have a drink at the Golden Wind and Rain Tower when you are free."

Ji Yuan closed the file with a calm tone.

He has never been a saint, let alone realize that life is precious.

In this world, people can still live!

But beast, then damn it!
Moreover, to wield power should be light on life.

Otherwise, acting repeatedly and hesitating will easily lead to disaster.

"Excuse me, I don't dare to step into the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower, your Qin Qianhu has a very hot temper.

The last time I ate her and beat her, I almost didn't break all the bones in my body. "

Cheng Qianli waved his hands repeatedly to refuse, as if he had lingering fears.

He smashed through Qin Wugou and Ji Yuan before, women on top of men.

As a result, I couldn't help spreading the word, making it known to everyone in the Fusi of Nan and Beizhen.

then……

He was taught a lesson severely.

Qin Wugou is Commander Ao's adoptive daughter, and his master is also Commander Ao's wife.

No one in Fusi of Beizhen knew that Commander Ao was extremely afraid.

Therefore, Cheng Qianli could only suffer from being dumb, and admit to himself.

From then on, when they saw Qin Wugou, they always avoided him.

"This is the key to each door of the first three floors of the edict prison, as well as the magic weapon that has passed through the eyes of the forbidden formation."

After Cheng Qianli was promoted, he was often on duty at the Fusi Yamen in Beizhen, and he was regarded as the master.

In addition, Ao Jing, the commanding officer, didn't bother much, and acted as the shopkeeper.

That's why he used the A-character file, dispatched Baihu and Tiqi to extract the felons.

These powers are added.

"Tongguan, lead the way."

After exchanging a few words with Cheng Qianli, Ji Yuan just walked out of the back hall.

The imperial prison is not a dungeon as people think, but a dilapidated cavern rebuilt.

If you don't have a weapon, you will have no way to rob a prisoner.

(End of this chapter)

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