Pokemon Sato

The hot wax juice slides down the candle holder and condenses, and the flame burns quietly at the top of the candle core.

"...Junior brother...you are confused."

"Thirty years...how has Shaolin treated you..."

"If things happen for a reason, it would be excusable..."

"So... facing the wall for ten years, in front of the ancient Buddha with a green lantern, repent..."

...

Rain dripped down along the eaves of the wing, and the silhouette of a person was projected on the paper window. In the dim light, the figure was sitting behind the wooden table, and there was a faint sound of writing. The yellowed paper page was filled with handwriting. A little while, the tip of the pen A meal, a stop.

Putting the pen on the inkstone, the old monk looked at the closed window, and the punishment given by the abbot brother vaguely echoed in his ears. Thirty years ago, he was in his prime, wandering the world, young, good-looking, martial arts, and had a foster father behind him. Now, now Thirty years passed by at the flick of a finger, and all that was left was the old bark of a dead tree, and his beard was already gray.

Zhixin opened the wooden window, the wind came in, and the candle began to sway.

It was raining.

The air was filled with the smell of burning. Zhixin took a deep breath. Thinking of those who died, he felt even more painful and guilty. In the humid wind, the old monk sat back on the chair again and looked at the paper full of writing. A slight smile appeared on her cheeks, as if she was relieved. After all, the secret of thirty years no longer needs to be kept in her heart.

"Father..."

"...May my Buddha be merciful...and save me from my trouble..."

"Amitabha--"

Putting his palms together, Zhixin said the last Buddha's name, and everything around him fell into silence.

Soon after, the candlelight dimmed.

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the other side.

In the Shaolin guest room, the voice of Abbot Zhihui continued to speak.

"It comes from the heart. The Admiral has become like this. It is probably because he has accumulated resentment in his heart for too long and the evil spirit in his heart cannot be vented. If this continues, he will inevitably fall into the devil's path and fall into eternal disaster..."

Opposite the speaking figure, someone waved to interrupt. Bai Ning played with Shaolin's secret trauma medicine and suddenly said: "The relationship is born from the heart. Does this mean that I brought the blame on myself?"

"Yes, not entirely." Zhihui stood in the room, facing the now powerful Admiral Dongchang, but she did not have much fear, her tone was calm, "...A few years ago, Shaolin had several conflicts with the Moyun Sect. During the conflict, the leader of the sect, Helian Ruxue, had practiced martial arts like this. Her state at that time was the same as that of the Admiral at this time, but she was not so violent and terrifying."

Over there, the sneer on his face gradually faded away, the medicine bottle was placed on the table, his thin lips parted, and a cold voice came out: "What do you mean, this extremely Yinless form magic skill practiced by our family has actually been modified? of?"

"It's very possible, but the Eastern leader has similar internal strength to the Admiral, but there is no deviation. This poor monk is a little confused. Maybe it's not a problem with martial arts itself, but it varies from person to person..." Zhihui Speaking of this, it is just a metaphor for the fact that Bai Ning has the physique of a eunuch.

Bai Ning frowned, and the room fell into silence.

After a moment, he relaxed his brows and exhaled softly, "Perhaps as you bald donkey said, this matter has been put aside for the time being, and the governor has no time to pursue it. However, we still need to make it clear about Bodhidharma's body. , Our family is not interested in that mummy, but the flesh and blood relics in its body are bound to be obtained. You Shaolin wants the body back, and I will take the relics. Do you have any objections?"

"It all depends on the Admiral." The old monk's voice was neither humble nor arrogant.

Perhaps he had taken Shaolin's unique elixir for treating internal injuries, and his injuries had been somewhat relieved. Bai Ning had improved a lot. He walked a few steps in front of the table, his eyes became serious, and he looked at the old monk: "Not long ago, the Jurchens went south and fought. When we arrived at the capital of the Wu Dynasty, the country was almost wiped out. Many passionate knights came to help in the rivers and lakes. Who came and who didn't come? The governor was thinking about it. But next year when the Jurchen comes again, who among us can bear it? "

"What do you mean, Lord Admiral, let everyone in the world contribute? This..." Zhihui frowned, obviously feeling slightly hesitant about such a thing.

The rain pattered through the window.

Over there, Bai Ning turned his back to the other party and waved his hand, "Everyone is out? If we don't rebel, our family will be relieved." Then, the figure in front of the window turned around and looked at the old monk with sharp eyes: " ..... Shaolin's annual ultimatum will depend on how you old people behave. The governor will set up militia groups among the people to strengthen the people's ability to protect themselves. Doesn't the Buddhists wholeheartedly guide good people? This important task will be handed over to You guys, how about we draw some monks with good martial arts skills and go to the place arranged by our family to teach the militia?"

"The Admiral is asking for relics and martial arts, and at this time he is asking for help from Shaolin. Is this a sure thing for Shaolin?"

Bai Ning raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said with a serious expression: "This governor is determined to be in Shaolin."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Gao Muen's voice sounded outside: "Master Governor, there is a young monk who has something urgent to ask for."

"Come in."

Later, Bai Ning whispered to Zhihui: "Think carefully, otherwise the thousand-year-old temple will have a less than perfect ending on your hands."

The next second, the door opened, and a young novice hurriedly ran in, "The presiding master is not in good condition. Just now... just now... the leader of Zhixin... he passed away."

"Amitabha!"

Hearing this, Zhihui closed her eyes and shouted the Buddha's name in the direction of the west wing. Then she stood up and bowed to Bai Ning: "I'll go deal with my junior brother's affairs first, and I'll reply to the Admiral's request later."

"I hope the abbot will think more carefully. After all, this is a task issued by the court, not our family's request."

Zhihui lowered his head, bowed, and led the young novice out of the side room.

"Moen!"

"My slave is here, what's going on, Lord?"

Soon, Bai Ning came into Gao Yamen, his eyes slightly lowered and his voice lowered: "Follow me and see if there is anything left after Zhixin died. By the way, Cao Qianhu came back and asked him to come to the governor." "

"Yes!" Gao Muen responded, turned around and left, taking a few fans with him.

...

The rain continued for an unknown amount of time. When the sky turned white in the east, the continuous spring rain had stopped.

When Bai Ning got up and washed up, Cao Shaoqing was waiting outside the door and then called in.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's sit down and talk." He put down the towel, threw it into the tub, asked Fanzi to carry it out, and then sat down and said.

Cao Shaoqing cupped his hands and said: "I don't dare." Then he continued to report: "I dealt with some Jianghu people, but did not kill that guy. Instead, I made my own decisions and sent people to follow the guy named Huang Lan to follow the clues. Look where he hid Bodhidharma’s body.”

"It's good to have opinions." Bai Ning didn't care about this, "However, Bodhidharma's body should not leave the Songshan area. After all, time does not allow it, and the person is also a gangster, so he should be aware that someone is following him. , maybe I’ve lost track of you now.”

"This...is slave's negligence." Cao Shaoqing was startled, but still said: "The slave under slave should not be discovered as easily as others. Even if Bodhidharma's body cannot be found, that guy We should look for the backer behind him. In this way, if we find the real owner, we can also find Bodhidharma's body."

"Yeah!" Bai Ning half-closed his eyes, took a sip of warm water, and glanced at the other person from the corner of his eye.

Immediately, he waved his hand and said, "Go down."

"Yes!" Over there, the figure cupped his hands and was about to exit. When he reached the door, he turned back and said again: "Lord Governor, there is one more thing."

As he spoke, he took out a rolled piece of paper from his arms and presented it with both hands.

The note was unfolded in Bai Ning's hand and he glanced at the short words on it. The cup in his other hand fell to the ground with a clang and broke into pieces.

"Cherish blessings..."

His lips moved and he murmured: "...Fu Rui..."

ps: Originally there were two chapters today, but something happened and this chapter was rewritten, so I didn’t have time to write the second chapter. I’ll make it up in the third update tomorrow.