Aggrieved Fish Sprite

The ink carp was unmoved.

He looked at the gerbil quietly, his eyes full of unquestionable meaning.

The gerbil's ears trembled, which was different from the usual doctor!

Mo Li used a "truth" learned from Mr. Qin to deter patients from taking medicine obediently.

No matter what the identity of the other party is, Hundred Trials Bailing dare not continue to protest under such gaze.

"..."

It was very quiet in the cave.

The gerbil quietly withdrew its paws, lowered its head to look at the bright red robe spread under its body.

Mo Li suddenly couldn't bear it, and his original firm thoughts were shaken. He saw that the fat mouse's hair drooped because of frustration, and its chubby body shrunk a little.

Trying to maintain a serious expression, Mo Li thought that when facing Meng Qi, his will and principles are always easily defeated, and the teacher must not know about this, otherwise Mr. Qin will be heartbroken, and his apprentice who has been raised for more than ten years That's how it got skewed.

Guiltyly thinking about Qin Lu's reaction, Mo Li raised his hand in a concealed manner, ready to stroke the hair on Fat Mouse's body.

"Brother Meng, if you really don't want to..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and the outstretched hand was firmly "pushed" back.

It's not that Fat Mouse is infinitely powerful, but that Meng Qi has changed back.

The sudden increase in body shape immediately reduced the space of the cave a lot.

The ink carp withdrew its hand abruptly.

Obviously it's nothing to touch, but a naked person suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, with his hands still on the other's shoulders, which is not decent.

Mo Li immediately looked away, stared at the corner of the cave to gather his composure, and said:

"This clothes won't work, let's think of another way?"

His response was a rustling movement.

Mo Li turned his head wonderingly, but saw that Meng Qi had already put on the robe calmly, and was arranging the cuffs at the moment.

The uneven pink and red are all over the robe, and it is even a bit mysterious if you look at it seriously. The shapes and changes of these color blocks are irregular, and they match someone's face—forget it, only the face can be seen, The clothes are ugly.

Really ugly clothes, no peerless elegance can save them.

Mo Li thought in embarrassment, this dress can still be seen when it is stacked, so the color makes people a little concerned, how can it be so ugly when worn on the body?

I feel like a well-dressed young man who has been poured by the downpour for three days and three nights, and Phoenix has become a hairless chicken.

The ink carp took a closer look, and finally found the problem.

It was Meng Qi's face!

For an ordinary-looking person to wear this robe, although it is ugly, it is more ridiculous, one piece is pink and the other is red, it is really ironic.

However, on Meng Qi, the shortcomings of the clothes are infinitely magnified.

The more extraordinary Meng Qi's appearance was, the more unbearably ugly this dress was. After people saw it, they wished to take out their wallets and buy eight or ten pieces of clothes and beg the person in front of them to change them immediately.If I had a brush in my hand, I would definitely want to paint this weird bright red robe black with ink.

What a maddening effect.

Mo Li's hand moved, and only after realizing something was wrong, put it back on his lap.

He sat upright and pondered, could this be Meng Qi's countermeasure?Beat the self who saw him in this dress with the fact?

There is no doubt that Meng Qi won.

Mo Li put his hand on his forehead and sighed, "Brother Meng, take off your clothes."

"The one the doctor picked out for me... fits well."

Meng Qi thought for a long time and could only find this one advantage.

"Forget it, let's think of a way." Mo Li said weakly.

For example, kidnapping the blood-clothes seller and forcing him to work overnight.

Although it is against the way of a gentleman to force others, it is not impossible to force a stall owner who sells things to be cheated.

"Huh?" Meng Qi touched the robe on his body.

The material of this dress turned out to be very good, and it was extremely comfortable to wear.

As for ugliness, he can't see it himself.

At this time, most of Meng Qi's resistance disappeared. He has gone through many battles in his life, what obstacle is a piece of clothing?

"Don't worry, doctor. Let's try to sew clothes again. If it doesn't work, just wear this one."

Meng Qi looked calm and breezy, Mo Li hesitated to speak.

***

Facing the rising sun, Monk Yuan Zhi stood in front of the burned ruins of the Earth Temple.

Some people had already gathered in front of the temple.

These are members of the Four Gangs and Twelve Associations. They didn't go far when they set off yesterday. Then they heard that there was an accident in the city.Mr. Cai from the Longtou Society ordered that people on the Yuzhou Road not be allowed to interfere in this matter, but his order only works in the Longtouhui.

No, even the leader will have some people's hearts fluttering.

Prestige is like a candle, seemingly bright, but it will falter when a gust of wind passes by.

Mr. Cai was bitten by mosquitoes for nothing all night with his helper, which has seriously affected his prestige in the leader club.

Although the surface is still the same as before, there have been changes in the dark. For example, his orders are no longer so deterrent, and the gang members cannot obey them from the bottom of their hearts.Everyone has their own ideas and their own ideas about things. Anyway, there are thousands of ways to make positive and negative.

Some of the local snakes on Yuzhou Road have been folded in the Sijia rice shop.

That unknown swordsman was so ferocious that he killed more than 50 people. This was the result of Fengxing Pavilion masters arriving in time to stop him.

Some of the gangs retreated in spite of the difficulties, but the remaining local snakes did not give up.

Many of their brothers died. If they just shrunk down like this and became turtles, it would be difficult to continue messing around in the rivers and lakes, so no matter whether they were really heartbroken and wanted revenge or just pretended, they all showed an attitude of not dying.

The fire in the Earth Temple has attracted many forces to investigate.

The fire burned so thoroughly that even a few trees in front of the temple disappeared, and the ground was scorched black.

After dawn, the temperature of the fire site dropped slightly, so you can go in and search for it.

The appearance of the old monk Yuan Zhi made everyone look vigilant, picked up their weapons and slowly spread out to surround him.

"Amitabha, the old monk wandered by."

Yuan Zhi clasped his palms together, lowered his eyes and chanted sutras.

"Master Yuan Zhi." A voice suddenly came from the crowd.

The old monk looked up and saw a smiling Wen Sheng waving a folding fan and cupping his hands towards him.

Yuan Zhi's expression changed slightly, and he secretly thought that something big happened here, otherwise how could even Pavilion Master Fengxing come.

"Lord Qiu, it's been a long time."

"It's easy to say, I was just talking about the master, and I don't know how long it will take for the master to come here. I didn't expect the master to come here soon. According to the words of the Buddhist school, this can be regarded as saving the suffering."

Qiu Ge's subject was surprised, Yuan Zhi was stunned at first, and soon realized that Feng Xing Ge already knew that Meng Qi appeared nearby.

——Fengxingge sold the news of Meng Qi to himself, and he came all the way, didn't he happen to meet here?

"It turns out that the pavilion master is waiting for the old monk here, what's the matter?"

Old monk Yuan Zhi saw that there were too many people here, so he asked secretly through sound transmission.

He still owes Fengxing Pavilion a debt, and it would be a good thing if he could take this opportunity to repay it.

Qiu Jing walked up to Monk Yuan Zhi and said in a low voice, "A mysterious swordsman from Piaoping Pavilion, whose strength is unfathomable."

Yuan Zhi looked at Qiu Jing's pale face, and found that the people around Qiu Jing were also suffering from internal injuries, and he had a realization in his heart that he had experienced a fierce struggle.

"Don't hide it from the Pavilion Master, this old man has something to do here, and he needs to hurry back to Xuanchuan Pass, and he doesn't have time to bother about the rivers and lakes battle."

"Master doesn't know something." Qiu Jing suppressed his smile, then put away the folding fan, and explained the dispute caused by the Si family's rice shop with great speed.

The more Yuan Zhi listened, the more confused he became.

Yuan Zhi has no interest in money, gold and silver; the old monk doesn't care much about fighting in the rivers and lakes.

Although Piaoping Pavilion is notorious, in Yuan Zhi's view, Piaoping Pavilion did not kill people for no reason, and most of those who died committed greed. This is all cause and effect.At most, Yuan Zhi recited the Sutra of Rebirth to their corpses, just knocking on the wooden fish, it is impossible to stand out, let alone break the precepts and use force.

"... There were several groups of people who entered the rice shop that day, and almost all of them were killed by the swordsman, with the exception of the people from the Holy Lotus Altar. After investigation, these people had already taken advantage of me and the Piaoping Pavilion killer. The foundation of the holy lotus altar in Yuzhou has been destroyed, leaving only mobs, is it really capable?"

Qiu Jing stopped talking at this point, quietly watching the old monk Yuan Zhi's face suddenly darken.

Yuzhou is the hinterland of the Central Plains, and the holy lotus altar has no momentum here, and its old nest is in the southwest border.The people there have been deeply bewitched, and they only think about worshiping Ziwei Xingjun.

The soldiers guarding the frontier did not dare to stand alone even on the territory belonging to the Qi Dynasty. Many villages had been secretly controlled by the Holy Lotus Altar, and if the officials and soldiers of the imperial court were not careful, they would be attacked.The number of missing soldiers every year has reached a shocking number. The old monk Yuan Zhi, who has seen this chaos with his own eyes, can't help feeling angry when he hears the words "Holy Lotus Altar".

"Qiu benefactor means that there is collusion between Piaoping Pavilion and Holy Lotus Altar?"

"I'm afraid it's more than that."

Qiu Jing tapped the palm of his hand with the handle of his fan, and said in a deep voice: "The swordsman's skills are fierce and bloodthirsty, but he gently let go of a few insignificant minions in the Holy Lotus Altar. What does it mean? If it’s not that they’ve known each other for a long time, it’s because the swordsman knows he can’t kill these people.”

Before Yuan Zhi could respond, Qiu Jing threw out another sentence:

"Forgive me for boasting. With Fengxing Pavilion's ability, there is no force in the world that Fengxing Pavilion cannot catch. Piaoping Pavilion is just like that. I have always suspected that it uses other forces in the world to hide its whereabouts. Sijia Mipu's way is not enough to do it." Speaking of which, the power that is covering up for Piaoping Pavilion must be dismissed or even doubted by the people in Jianghu no matter how mysterious and sneaky it is... and it may be short of money."

What is the killer trying to do? Isn't it for money?

Did the holy lotus altar not only confuse the people and kill the innocent, but also secretly set up a killer organization to search for money?

The back of Yuan Zhi's hand holding the wooden stick showed faint veins.

"Qiu benefactor's words are serious?"

"How dare Fengxing Pavilion lie to Master." Qiu Jing said solemnly, "Master's Dharma is profound, he does not want to break the precept of killing, but he is willing to do his best for the peace of this world, and Fengxing Pavilion is the same. Everyone has selfishness, I just want to borrow To get rid of the swordsman by the master's hand, breaking the precepts is not a trivial matter, the master can decide for himself."

Monk Yuan Zhi paused, lowered his eyes and said, "Amitabha, this precept to kill...will be broken sooner or later."

When the rebellious army approached the Xuanchuan Pass and the Xuanchuan Pass was defeated by the rebel army, who could stand by?

"Slaying and killing, this boundless sea of ​​suffering, I will not be able to survive this life." Monk Yuan Zhi let out a long breath, "Forget it, let it go! If Fengxing Pavilion finds out the whereabouts of the swordsman, he can go thirty miles away Looking for the old man on the front slope of the mountain in the west, Amitabha."

As he said striding away, Qiu Jing looked at the old monk's back, slowly unfolded his folding fan, and signaled his subordinates to continue searching for useful clues in the ruins.

"Master, we found two charred corpses!"

***

Yuan Zhi didn't use lightness kung fu, he walked up the hill step by step.

The straw sandals were worn down to the point where only a layer of skin was left that was about to break, and his face was a little more haggard. He was like a lifeless tree that had lost all its leaves, and would die under the scorching sun the next moment.

Unlike monks who are ascetics, they chant sutras while walking. Yuan Zhi didn't say anything, but walked silently.

For a martial arts master, this is a kind of practice in itself.

Unlucky, let the soles of the feet be calloused, cut by sharp stones, walk on the ground scalded by the sun, and wade through streams full of gravel.

Naturally, this speed cannot be accelerated, and it was almost noon when Yuan Zhi arrived at the place agreed with Mo Li last night.

The sun is rising higher and higher, and ordinary people walking under such sunlight will sweat profusely in less than a cup of tea, and their clothes will look like they have been washed.

There wasn't a drop of sweat on Yuan Zhi's forehead. He was about to find a place to rest when his ears moved suddenly, and he looked towards a tall tree in front of him.

"..."

A pink figure?

No, she was wearing a piece of red and a piece of pink clothes.

The old monk Yuan Zhi opened his mouth in astonishment, obviously he didn't expect that the former national teacher was such a person.

Meng Qi walked slowly over the treetops, his robe fluttered in the wind, and his sleeves fluttered.

Yuan Zhi was stunned for a few breaths, and then remembered to join his hands together to salute.

"Amitabha, if you dare to ask, is Meng Guoshi face to face?"

"good."

Meng Qi took a step forward and landed silently.

He tried his best to forget what clothes he was wearing, and only looked at Yuan Zhi calmly.

Monk Yuan Zhi saw that he was standing with his hands behind his back, his brilliance was introverted, his temperament was aloof, he was not like a person in the world.

It's this dress, it's really hard to describe...

"I think the master is full of worries, which seems to be hindering the difficulty?" Meng Qi watched Yuan Zhi approaching from a distance.

Compared with yesterday, today's old monk's aura is more decayed, his brows are furrowed, as if he is stuck in an insoluble knot.

Yuan Zhi sighed, "I'm worried about the dangerous situation in Xuanchuan Pass, I'm very anxious. This time I came to see the national teacher, I know it's abrupt, so I have to come."

Meng Qi pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Master, you have a picture."

"National Division?"

"Master, what do you think of my clothes?"

"This……"

"Reeling silk into silk clothes, throwing it into a madder vat. People's words and colors are mixed, and the world of mortals has experienced disasters."

Yuan Zhi was shocked when he heard the words.

The silk that the silk reeler worked so hard to extract from the cocoon was made into silk, and put into a dyeing vat with madder to dye red, and this garment was made.Everyone says that its color is mottled and ugly, but the darker one and the lighter one are not faded, but the traces left by it after many calamities in the world.

Yuan Zhi has been a monk for many years, so he has naturally heard many Buddhist verses and told many people about them.

Nothing has ever shocked him more than this sentence.

Changing what other people said, it was just an ordinary Buddhist gatha, but Meng Qi wore such an abnormal dress, and Shi Shiran said these words, which made people think of the experience of this national teacher, isn't it just a world of mortals? Shame?

As the fourteenth hero of the founding of the Chu Dynasty, his martial arts and martial arts are all second to none.

This Buddhist gatha is not about clothes, but about people.

——The clothes made of cocoon peeling and spinning through untold hardships, but it is a pity that the bright red color has faded into a mottled and ugly look with the passage of time.

Things are different, what else is there?

Is it human words or time that makes clothes lose color?

Monk Yuan Zhi thought that he came here to find out whether Meng Qi had the intention of restoring the country, and whether he would support the three kings of Yi Chu to start a new wave of war, and suddenly felt endless shame, and hastily clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name.

Such people have great wisdom and can achieve great liberation, far above themselves.

Monk Yuanzhi didn't finish his thought, but thought that even if Xuanchuan Pass survived this crisis, the Heavenly Grant King is ambitious, and the Holy Lotus Altar is a minion for tigers, and even more powerful to bring disaster to the country and the people.

The day of great chaos in the world is not long, and the monks jumped out of the three realms and are not in the five elements, but they will eventually step into this catastrophe.

But all of these, as the Buddha's gatha said, are just the number of kalpas that must be passed.

As long as the mind has not changed and the clothes are on the body, why be afraid of people's words?Why are you afraid of breaking the precept?

Thinking of this, old monk Yuan Zhi's aura suddenly changed, he didn't care to say hello, and immediately sat cross-legged in meditation.

The soaring mighty aura shocked the birds and beasts to flee.

Meng Qi: "..."

Waiting in the distance, the ink carp who was alarmed by this breath came over: "..."

After a long time, Mo Li asked Meng Qi in disbelief: "This dress is so ugly that Master Yuan Zhi's mind is shocked when he sees it, and even his martial arts have broken through the realm?"