painting robbery

To the west of the aristocratic family is the filthy soil, and after the filthy soil is Tantra.

During the Lu Ming Banquet, since the various things that happened in the family cannot be hidden from the eyes and ears of the world, naturally they cannot be hidden from the eyes and ears of the Tantric School.

It's just that the matter of the Buddha's heart is not far away. Shi Zun was reincarnated just now, and the Tantric sect has no intention of participating in any disputes in Youlu.

Huge fires are burning in the deep palace of Tantric Buddhism.

In this spacious hall, there are nine golden pillars standing on top of the sky, the zenith is vividly painted, and the celestial department commands the four directions, with great fighting power; the dragons are transformed into dragon kings, piercing the clouds and driving the fog; Kinnaruo holds a musical instrument in his hand and sings to a hundred birds.

The eight murals seem to swim around the wall in the flickering light of the fire, guarding the young Sakyamuni sitting in the golden pillars and under the murals together.

The young Sakyamuni is reciting scriptures with his eyes closed on a high seat covered with thick leather mattresses.

There was darkness before his eyes, and there was nothing.

In my ears, I heard more and more sounds, the sound of flames, the sound of chanting scriptures, the light footsteps of the Tantric tribe outside the temple, the sound of conversation, and the sounds of all the world.

Suddenly, a footstep away from the crowd, came towards him, but in an instant, it was already in front of him.

Wuzhi slowly opened his eyes, and cast down his eyes: "The benefactor Yan, who is a demon blood, was hunted down by the righteous way, but he appeared majestically in the Tantric sect. Aren't you afraid that the benefactor of Yan will be killed under the order of the alliance?"

Yan Zhenci didn't answer, and first asked Wuzhi: "Long time no see, Shakyamuni is always well?"

Wuzhi said: "It's always been good."

Words and pillow words: "This adventure came here to ask the Buddha to solve the confusion."

Wuzhi was silent for a while, and then said: "The benefactor once helped me go back to Tantric Buddhism, and this time I will help the benefactor. Please tell me."

Word pillow: "I want to ask..."

The flames flickered at this moment, it was a moth not afraid of death, rushing towards the flames.

Bright and grand.

In the light, Yan Zhenci stared at Wuzhi with piercing eyes: "I want to ask, has Shizun ever seen the heavenly scriptures?"

Wuzhi looked back at the words, his immature face has not changed, the former ignorance or the former desirelessness have all blurred his face in time, and the person sitting in front of him seems to be only the tantric Buddha: "Why did the benefactor come out of this?" Word?"

Yan Zhenci bowed: "Please also ask Shizun to answer Yan's question first."

Wuzhi said indifferently: "I have seen the heavenly book."

Yan Zhenci asked again: "Yan still wants to ask, does Shizun know where the heavenly scriptures are?"

Wuzhi said again: "I know the heavenly scriptures are in the esoteric sect."

The words are silent in an instant, and they stand still on the spot.

Snapped.

The missing piece of clue connects to the end, connecting the beginning and the end.

The Daqing Dynasty, the Sword Palace, the kingdom of countless Buddhas, and aristocratic families.

What is always there?

There is a heavenly book.Every time it appears, it is in a place of chaos; where it appears, it is the center of chaos.

And who is always there?

The words were silent for a long time, and he spoke again: "Little master Wuzhi, I know that you are the heart of Wuyu, and Wuyu is the reincarnated son of the reincarnation. But today, you are the reincarnation of Sakyamuni, but the little master Wuyu Although the abbot traveled all over the world... what did little master Wu Yu say to you during the last night you were together?"

Unexpectedly, an invisible sharp knife stabbed fiercely into the wound in Wuzhi's heart.

The severe pain hit instantly, and then anger, resentment and hatred, all nameless fires came from the heart, burning and licking the Buddha's golden body!

Wuzhi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and in the brightness, his face only saw compassion and holy wisdom: "My brother told me, 'The Tathagata has become enlightened, and all sentient beings have fallen into the three paths. Now all karma is complete.'"

These words are like the words of Buddha.

In the words and pillow words in this place, I can only feel the Buddha's voice coming from my head. In a trance, I have no desire to appear in front of my eyes.

But immediately, Yan Zhenci opened and closed his eyes, and drove away the exercise that affected the mind in a calm manner.

Wuzhi's voice sounded again, and this time, he resumed his previous speech, and no longer used the secret method of Tantric Buddhism to show the past scene: "Benefactor Yan, brother and I both have past and knowledge, which is not what you think in your heart. You may have doubts. What the benefactor did, and my brother and I are grateful for Pei Xilou's help."

Words are silent for a long time.

As Wuzhi said, he has doubts in his heart, doubts about the original sound flow.

but……

Emperor Xuande, Zhenren Yan, Wuzhi Wuyu, Princess Linghai, and Fang Hongde flashed across Yan Zhenci's mind.

But everyone around him, no matter what the result was in the chaos, firmly believed that Yuan Yinliu was a good outsider.

Is the original sound stream really?

Since Wuzhi got the answer here, words and pillows no longer linger, no matter how you come to Tantric Buddhism, you will leave Tantric Buddhism.

Wuzhi watched the words on the pillow disappear before his eyes, waited for a while, then got down from the high seat, turned around and came to the inner room of the main hall.

In the inner room, there is another person.

This person is wearing a windbreaker, wearing a flying snow pendant, and wearing cloud boots. He is studying the living place of the esoteric Buddha. He heard the voice behind him. He turned around with picturesque eyes and a smile. It is the original sound stream. .

The original sound flowed: "The little master is here."

Wuzhi said: "I have already answered the words according to Xilou's meaning."

Lost the original sound and smiled: "I shouldn't do things that I haven't done before: why did I ask my little master to say anything to Yan Zhenci?"

Wuzhi has a smile on his face, which is like a compassionate smile, but also like a mocking smile, just like the opposite of the Buddha, he becomes a demon.

Wuzhi said: "If Xilou has no desires or desires, I don't know why Xilou came to Tantric Buddhism before Yan's benefactor?"

Original sound flow: "Because I thought that I forgot to say a word to the little master. In fact, I don't need to say this, the little master should be able to think of it, but—"

Wuzhi: "But?"

Yuan Yinliu smiled: "However, the ignorance of the world is far beyond my expectations: Little master only knows that his brother died for him, but he never thought that the reincarnated holy son will be reincarnated to return to the Tantric sect, and then become the Buddha?"

As soon as the words hit the ears, the ignorant mind lost control in an instant, and overturned the censer by the table!

With the sound of "Kang Dang", the sandalwood was sprinkled all over the ground, and the voices of the Tantric tribe came from outside: "Does Shizun have any orders?"

Wuzhi said: "It's nothing——"

The voice came out of the throat, dry and broken, intermittent and incoherent.

Sure enough, the people outside couldn't rest assured, and asked again: "Is Shi Zun okay?"

Wuzhi said: "Nothing, let's go."

When he said the same sentence for the second time, he finally calmed down.

The voice outside went away, Wu Zhi fixedly looked at the original sound stream, and asked again: "A word of money, what does Xilou want me to do?"

Yuan Yinliu said: "There are always people who doubt the truth. I have nothing to ask Shi Zun to do. Shi Zun should do his own thing well."

The moonlight is desolate, and the mountains and forests are far away.

Yan Zhenci stands in a flower garden at the foot of the mountain. Although his eyes stay on the cold moon in the sky, his ears are always listening to the surrounding movement. He didn't speak until a familiar footstep sounded from a distance, and he said with a smile: "It's late at night. , where did my good apprentice go?"

The footsteps coming from the path became heavier and heavier, and after a while, the trees moved, and the lazy voice of the original sound stream sounded: "Tuer, go around and see if there is anything interesting."

Words: "What's the fun?"

Yuan Yinliu sighed: "I only have a jug of dirty wine, but I can't get it into my throat. I am honoring Master."

The sound fell, and the wind sounded.

Yan Zhenci did not raise his hands or lift his shoulders, but only shook his back with energy.With energy like a palm, he pushed the pot of wine into Yan Zhenci's hand, and Yan Zhenci took a sip.

The turbid wine enters the throat, sweetness in the throat, and heat in the abdomen.

Yan Zhenci said unexpectedly: "The taste is not bad."

Yuan Yinliu didn't speak, but still looked at his master with pity.

Yan Zhenci weighed the flagon in his hand: "I didn't see my disciple when I came back. As a teacher, I thought my disciple was kidnapped."

Yuan Yinliu sighed: "After all, Master's enemies are all over the world. When I go out for a walk, I also worry that I will be kidnapped."

The words were choked: "If the apprentice is really kidnapped——"

The original sound flowed: "The disciples must bring them to find the master."

Words were choked for the second time: "Oh?"

Yuanyin Streaming Fan: "There are two advantages to this move."

Word pillow words: "I would like to hear the details."

Original sound flow: "One convenience, it is convenient for the master to drive away the bad guys; the second convenience, it is convenient for the apprentice to make meritorious deeds."

Words: "Could it be the credit for leading people to catch the devil's blood?"

Original Sound Stream: "That's how it is."

He couldn't help saying: "Tu'er is in an invincible position like this, so there is no need to practice mere martial arts."

Original sound stream: "Master knows me, I know Master."

Yan Zhenci suddenly laughed and said, "Do you really know what I'm thinking?"

There was a smile on the corner of Yuan Yinliu's lips.He looked at the moon in the sky and the flowers in the moonlight, and suddenly said: "Good wind, good moon, good scenery and good people, is Master interested in playing a piccolo?"

The words were dumb: "You know again that I can play the piccolo..."

He didn't reject Yuan Yinliu's sudden proposal, he picked a long and narrow leaf from his side, rubbed it on his hand, and put it between his lips.

After a few long and short air sounds, a voiceless sound with a slight tremor suddenly pierced the silence of the night, like a baby swallow spreading its wings, running towards the bright moon in the distance.

The two stand side by side, Yuan Yinliu stands beside Yan Zhenci, listening to the wind singing and the voiceless voice, and the voiceless voice dances flowers and leaves.A melodious ditty spread far and wide in the quiet night, ding ding dong dong, falling into my heart.

It blows well.

Soundtrack thought.

Good wind, good scenery, good moon and good people, he suddenly became interested, so he took a few steps forward and opened his folding fan.

The folding fan he is holding is a precious fan woven with gold threads, dotted with emerald feathers, and embellished with pearls.

The precious fan is gorgeous, and it is dancing with the fan.

The precious fan opens and closes in the middle of the night, and people dance along with it.

Like a flower in full bloom in an instant, like a tree towering in an instant.

Urgent and sudden, slow and slow, turning around and taking wrong steps, the sleeves of the clothes follow the wind, the wind blows and the flowers shake, the flowers shake and the moon moves, and the moon moves people's hearts.

Then Yuan Yinliu suddenly stopped, covered his face with a fan, and turned to look back.

The wind is still and the water stops.

The face that covered the person, only a pair of eyes remained, looking back in this charming night.

A look stunned.

The night is long, and the surroundings are quieter. I don't know when, even the calls of insects and birds can't be heard clearly.

Words put down the leaves between the lips.

Before he could move, he only heard the sound of "Danglang" when weapons were unsheathed in unison, and countless people suddenly appeared in the dark night, with cold and serious expressions, surrounded by words and original sounds!

Then one person stood up, and it was Chang Shenghou who had rushed to help the family from Daqing: "If you say something, I will catch you without a fight, and I will save your life!"

Yuan Yinliu had already put down his fan, Shi Shiran stood aside, and smiled with folded arms: "I will leave this place to the master. I will rest for a while, and call me when I have the result."

He said softly: "Okay, come on." He spoke again, and finally there was three points of displeasure in his voice: "Even if you want to kill me, you shouldn't hurry to spoil the fun at this time..."

In an instant, the moon was dark and the flowers fell, and the sound of the broken sword sounded.