The Celestial Master of Time Traveling

"Come on, brother Xuan, I'll rub it for you." Zhuang Xian quickly took out the medicinal oil, took Jiang Yuxuan into his arms, and gently massaged the sore spot for him. "This medicine was bought by Ah Jun. It is said that it is effective in relieving pain."

"Ah Jun is a smart kid, and he does things very well every time." Enjoying Zhuang Xian's service, Jiang Yuxuan squinted his eyes. "Didn't you lose your strength last night? Why did you manage to do that kind of thing in the end?"

"Because we didn't just appease each other, but also cultivated together." Zhuang Xian rubbed Jiang Yuxuan's waist responsibly, "Xuan'er's cultivation has improved a lot, and it should be advanced."

"But none of us advanced." Jiang Yuxuan wondered, "How much is owed?"

"It's not cooking, how can I calculate how much salt is missing?" Zhuang Xian pouted, and lightly pinched Jiang Yuxuan's leg. "Qu Zan Lizong found a secret book, let's try it when we take a nap."

"Why do you have to take a nap?" Jiang Yuxuan was puzzled.

"It's fine at night." Zhuang Xian thought that Jiang Yuxuan was unwilling, after all they had tossed about for more than two hours last night.Zhuang Xian became more and more courageous as he fought more and more, and his spiritual power was replenished, but Jiang Yuxuan was so tired that he fell asleep directly. "It's a lot of time at night, and no one bothers you."

"It turned out to be that kind of thing again." Jiang Yuxuan didn't even have the strength to move now, and a certain person didn't even have enough fun.

Can't help but glared at Zhuang Xian: "Sexy, rascal."

"Since Xuan'er already knows, I'll take it out and let's study hard together." Zhuang Xian sat together with Jiang Yuxuan in his arms.

Anyway, the chair is specially made, two big men sit together, it is not crowded: "I'll take it, you have a look."

When he turned to the first page, Jiang Yuxuan wanted to take pictures of Zhuang Xian. After reading a few pages, Jiang Yuxuan had already ground his teeth: "As expected of a hooligan, I like to study this stuff."

"Anyway, you like hooligans." Zhuang Xian kissed Jiang Yuxuan on the cheek, "If you don't like it, how could we spend so many wonderful nights?"

With a "humph", Jiang Yuxuan didn't want to talk, and reached out for a snack.He's hungry, and someone doesn't know how to cook now.

Holding Jiang Yuxuan in his arms, Zhuang Xian smiled and kissed the corner of the mouth of the person in his arms: "Let's go eat something later."

"I finally remembered that I wanted to eat." Jiang Yuxuan glanced over, "I thought you were going to starve me to death."

"I asked someone to cook, but the craftsmanship is more complicated." Zhuang Xian rubbed Jiang Yuxuan's forehead, "Your stomach keeps growling, how could I not know? Don't worry, everything is delicious."

"You go to the kitchen now, I'm starving to death." Jiang Yuxuan pushed him, and someone took advantage of him again. He was just relieved now, and he didn't want to arouse interest, that would be too uncomfortable.

Knowing that Jiang Yuxuan was shy, Zhuang Xian didn't expose it, just kissed him on the cheek a few times, and told him to nestle in a chair to rest temporarily: "I'll go right away, Xuan'er, wait a minute, it will be soon."

When he came to the kitchen, he saw Weng Taoran huddled in a corner with a flustered expression.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Xian walked over, "What are you doing?"

"Boss!" Weng Taoran rushed over, with smoked sausage hanging around his neck. "Ghost!"

He was about to be hit, Zhuang Xian hurried to the side and hid: "Speak slowly."

"Ghost, floating around on it." Weng Taoran's voice trembled, "But everyone said they couldn't see it."

"Really?" Zhuang Xian released a yellow talisman, "Let me see."

The yellow talisman fell to the ground, and a plume of black smoke rose. Zhuang Xian pinched his fingers and said, "Tao Ran, you have done a good job."

"Xuan'er!" Zhuang Xian hurried to call Jiang Yuxuan, "Go, go to the meeting room! Tao Ran has cracked the rebels' actions! Call Ye Xiaoqian over, eat and drink for free all day, it's time to contribute!"

Seven days later, the sky in Xiqiang was covered with overcast clouds, white crows screamed, and black smoke rose from the pile of mani. The local rich family had to ask someone to ask the Living Buddha to pray: "A big event is about to happen!"

Inside the living room of the Potala Palace.

Master Wuwang gave birth to a son: "Master Songjiang, can't you accommodate once? Zhuang Tianshi is dedicated to the people..."

Raising his hand to stop Master Wuwang's words, the man with white hair and childlike face just silently cast a sunspot and moved the prayer beads.Master Wuwang did not continue, he knew that even if he came to intercede for Zhuang Xian in person, the door was still closed.

"Don't bother the Venerable Master anymore, the poor monk thinks about it, and wants to bring his disciples to the incense meeting." Master Wuwang Han Wei clasped his hands together. "You don't need to give it away, Amitabha."

"Buddha of Immeasurable Life." Songjiang Tsering propped up one hand, "The poor monk also has difficulties, Master Wuwang walk slowly."

"Farewell."

"Master." A young lama came up behind him and asked curiously. "Why are you still unwilling to help that Taoist? His brother-in-law is a policeman. If we help him, isn't it supporting the police?"

"Son, Buddhism and Taoism are not the same family." Songjiang Tsering shook his head with a smile, "I am just the steward of the Buddha, what I can and cannot do, I can only obey the orders of the Buddha."

"Didn't the Buddha say that we should draw a line with the Dalai Lama?" The little lama didn't understand.

"Recently, I haven't seen colorful auspicious clouds in Manidui." Songjiang Tsering shook his head, "The appearance of white crows in the snow-covered holy land and the withering of snow lotus flowers all indicate that something will happen in the future."

"Is it the same as what you calculated last year, Ashura will reappear in the world, and the snowy holy land will usher in catastrophe?" The little lama trembled involuntarily, "The Buddha has never said anything, I..."

"Go and rest." Songjiang Tsering waved his hands, "We are Buddhist disciples, so naturally we only obey the Buddha's teachings."

What he said was too profound, the little lama couldn't understand at all, so he could only retreat first.

"Buddha and Taoism are mutually exclusive. I really can't figure out whether the Taoist priest is Bodhidharma who sacrificed himself for others, or the Asura who pushed the snowy holy land into the abyss." Songjiang Tsering closed his eyes, "I hope the Buddha can give you tonight." Disciple's sign, for disciples to solve doubts, Buddha of Infinite Life."

The little lama ran back suddenly: "Master, the Buddha has vomited blood!"

"Quick!" Songjiang Tsering immediately led a group of lamas and Tibetan doctors into the living Buddha's yellow tent.

early morning.

"Who sent these malachite earrings?" Songjiang Tsering came to Snow Prison to interrogate the suspects himself. "If you can survive the whip, I'm afraid you can't survive the oil pan."

"Master Steward!" An old man who had been beaten to a pulp opened his eyes with difficulty. "I'm just a craftsman, and the accessories I make for Buddha are all according to your wishes..."

"Are you trying to say that I am the culprit?" Songjiang Tsering didn't tell people to continue the torture, he just flipped through the Buddhist scriptures, yelled that it was not good, and passed out.

Three days later, the Potala Palace Inquisition.

"The Living Buddha Khenpo is very good. He is only 17 years old. How could he pass away so early?" A bearded lama with protruding eyes stared at Songjiang Tsering, "Do you think he is not suitable to be your puppet? Change to someone who is obedient?"

"Nonsense." Songjiang Tsering glared at the man fiercely, "We are all monks, not the ancient court, so we can come up with such a lame excuse."

Walking in front of the Buddha statue, Songjiang Tsering clasped his hands together: "I dare to swear in front of the Buddha that the death of Khenpo Living Buddha has nothing to do with me."

"He has been in good health since he was a reincarnated boy. But after becoming a living Buddha, his health went from bad to worse." The bearded man persisted, "Please explain, how can a 17-year-old young man pass away so easily?"

"Maybe there is something wrong with the medicine." Master Wu Wang came over, "The poor monk shouldn't bother me, but I was enlightened by the Buddha last night, so I rushed over overnight."

"Monk from the Han region, there is no place for you to talk here!" The bearded man wanted to push Master Wuwang away, but found that his hand could not move. "Monk, what did you do?"

Looking over innocently, Master Wuwang said flatly, "I don't have this kind of ability."

"It's me." Zhuang Xian finally pretended to be a lama, mixed in the crowd, and spoke loudly. "Lord Lu Kangwa, you always want to pour dirty water on Master Songjiang. Can it explain that you are behind the scenes?"

"You little lama dare to intervene when the Venerable Master is talking!" Lu Kangwa, the bearded man, slapped her across the face.

It didn't hit Zhuang Xian in the face, but just touched the stone wall, and five fingerprints appeared on his face: "Who is it again? Get out!"

"Don't look at me." Master Wuwang sat cross-legged in meditation, expressing his innocence.

"Is it reasonable for you to hit someone?" Jiang Yuxuan stood up, not dressed up, just an ordinary down jacket. "At first I thought Buddhism was a pure place. But the live drama you performed here is comparable to the palace fighting drama."

"That rabbit raised by Zhuang Xian is you?" Lu Kangwa stared straight at Jiang Yuxuan's Ruyu face, "Boy, you look so smooth, no wonder you can charm men."

"Be careful I'll goug your dog's eyes!" Zhuang Xian couldn't bear it anymore, he punched Lu Kangwa, and Lu Kangwa was thrown into the lotus seat. "Go to your Buddha and reflect on yourself!"

"Where did the madman come from?" The lamas present couldn't sit still and swung their sticks.

"Slow!" Songjiang Tsering shouted quickly, even if he didn't want to meet Taoists, he knew that Zhuang Xian was the only one who could prove his innocence. "Zhuang Tianshi, if you have something to say, just say it."

Without a conviction, the lamas present could not directly send Songjiang Tsering to Xue Prison to serve his sentence. Even if they were unwilling, they could only obey his orders and put away their sticks one after another.

"Lord Songjiang, Pindao finally saw you in person." Zhuang Xian pushed aside the lamas who were in the way, strode over, and bowed with Taoist etiquette. "The Promise of Heaven."

"Buddha of Infinite Life." Songjiang Tsering hurriedly returned the gift, "I have neglected the celestial master many times, and the poor monk should pay for it."

"No need." Zhuang Xian waved his hand, "I'm not asking for medicine this time, Master Songjiang don't have to make trouble."

"The Celestial Master is planning to..."

"The enemy has already arrived at the door of the house, so let's not fight each other for the time being." Zhuang Xian asked Ye Hengwen to take out the telegram.

The author's gossip: The war is about to start, and it's going to be exciting.

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