beg for chivalry

The autumn rain drizzles, submerged in the gurgling sound of the clear springs.Red leaves are all over the mountains, pines and green fruits are yellow, and the cold wind blows through the clothes.Panlong Mountain has always been quiet and quiet, with no trace of people, but today there are monks standing on both sides of a long and thin stone step, with their heads bowed and palms together, winding all the way to the gate of the Stone Buddha Hall.

There are two stone lions on both sides of the mountain gate, which are majestic and majestic.A group of yellow and red figures gathered in front of the hall, chanting sutras repeatedly, wandering in the open forest.

The monks dressed in Haiqing walked up the steps, chanting the holy name and marching solemnly. They were the monks and monks who came from the Fushan Temple between the two mountains.There is also a trail in the forest leading to the side of the hall, which is a place for monks to rest.I saw a few monks and nuns in green clothes holding a shelf for scriptures, holding palm silk fly whisks, walking slowly and talking together.

One of the nuns quietly took off the hat on the top to shake off the rain, revealing a strand of blue silk from the wrapping towel.At that time, Emperor Xizong issued an order that a woman who became a monk had to be over forty years old, but it can be seen that she was born with beautiful eyebrows and white teeth, and she was so beautiful that she was clearly not even 14 years old.

The young nun fiddled with the dust tail fan of the person beside him, and said with a playful smile. "Shuiliu, the regular clothes inside are made of rough material, but it makes me ache."

An old nun with wrinkled face and barren hair and teeth responded coldly. "Miss San, if you don't feel well in your clothes, you can go back to Tongle Temple and change into your usual clothes." She looked old, but her voice was young and crisp.

This person is Shui Shiliu, the dark guard of Houtianlou who intends to pretend to be a nun and infiltrate the Thousand Monks Association. He is the best at disguise.

And that little nun is Zuo Sanniang in disguise.Hearing Shui Shiliu's words to stop her, she twisted her head and said stubbornly.

"I don't! How could I be sent back so easily when I managed to sneak out of the temple?"

Shui Shiliu warned her indifferently. "The landlord has an order to kill the 'broken monk' today. Masters from all the temples in Wutai are gathered here today. When the time comes to kill and fight, it will not be easy to protect the third lady."

Zuo Sanniang stuck out her tongue. "Then I turned around and said to my sister: 'Shui Shiliu is incompetent, he can't even protect a little girl'. Guess what my sister will do to you?"

The rules of the Houtian Building are strict, the left is not upright and cruel, and if there is even the slightest disobedience, he will be served in the torture room.Shui Shiliu's face turned pale when he heard the words, and he kept silent, so he could only let the girl gossip.

Seeing that she couldn't answer, Zuo Sanniang took a few steps up and down, stepped nimbly in the pool on the stone steps, splashed a few splashes, and colored a pair of cloth monk shoes in different shades.When she got mixed into the ranks of traveling monks, her vivacious energy suddenly disappeared, and she looked like those solemn and familiar old nuns.

At the time of the early hall in the middle of the Stone Buddha Hall, the elders of Wutai, the lay priests, walked into the Daxiong Hall after saluting.But you can see the smoke of sandalwood incense, and the Buddha statues of the third generation sitting among the layers of lotus lamps, the flames are extinguished, and they are resplendent and magnificent.Sakyamuni is like holding a bowl in one hand, but empty in the other.Eighteen arhats stand around, shining golden light under the candlelight.

Sanniang mixed into the crowd of monks with bowed heads, stealing eyes from those shining golden Buddha statues.She only felt a heart beating, and those big Buddhas with benevolent brows and kind eyes half-closed and half-opened were terrifying, their eyes were sharp and transparent, as if they could see into her heart all the time.The chanting sound was deafening, but it made her dizzy and sinking.

She was used to seeing the ghost face of the Houtianlou assassin, and she found the Buddha's appearance shocking.

The assassins dressed up as believers and mixed into the crowd, and most of them were disguised "Water".They smeared some oil on their faces, and then applied a layer of soft plaster, and then put on the robes, and they blended with the crowd like fish swimming in the sea, and they couldn't tell the difference.

Sanniang wanted to see where Jin Wu was, but unfortunately, everyone had solemn faces, bowed their heads and clapped their hands together, making it difficult to distinguish their faces.

"It's a boring thing for assassins to kill." She thought, feeling that her standing legs were already aching.

The abbot of Jing'an, Jianjing, is a tall, thin old man with an arched back, like a bent bamboo plant crushed by a strong wind.He hunched over and poured sandalwood water into the bowl, took a willow branch and sprinkled water on the believers' heads around the hall, murmuring the pure water of the willow branch in his mouth.While sprinkling, he squinted his presbyopic eyes to look at the person carefully, and at the same time asked loudly: "What is the name of the Dharma?"

The monks who were asked by him answered one after another. "A disciple of Langsi at Fazang Temple, his Dharma name is Zhaoliu, and his characters are Yuanshen." "The monk of Qinggou Temple, his Dharma name is Youkong." All the people from the five peaks gather here.

When one person was asked, he suddenly heard that person say: "I can't give my Dharma name."

Abbot Jianjing paused, narrowed his presbyopic eyes and asked. "Why?"

"If you have broken the precept, you are no longer qualified to sprinkle the net." The man said, standing up from the futon.

I saw him carrying a rectangular suitcase wrapped in plain cloth, wearing a solid yellow dress, which was not spotless - this had already broken a precept, and half of the robe was cut off obliquely, revealing a scarred arm.It is extremely indecent to be so topless.Seeing this man's swollen head, bumpy like a ripe pomegranate, his facial features squeezed together, his appearance was weird, Zuo Sanniang unconsciously said in surprise: "This man is weird and ugly, so ugly!"

Jian Jing asked. "What precept did you break?"

"Quiet alcohol." The weird figure said. "On the second day of the Jianhai month in the year of Ding Si, people gathered for drinking at a Fa conference."

The old abbot shook his head and sighed. "Alcohol harms the body, disturbs the mind, and hurts the mind."

The weirdo continued. "Prejudice. In Jianziyue, Yimao year, I was foolish and wanted to temper the three hundred knives to the extreme, but the knives were blocked and could not be broken, and my heart was depressed. When I met someone who talked about swords on the road, I broke my weapon and left. "

Jianjing closed his eyes and sighed again: "The Buddha said in the Dharma Sutra of Contemplation of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva: 'All karmic obstacles are born from delusions.'"

The weirdo continued to count. "Abstain from anger. In the year of Jiayin, Jianshen month, there was a severe drought in the suburbs of Beijing and there was no rain. Hunger was everywhere. Xia Yu used a knife to cut off the head of the statue of Duowen Tianwang in Baofang."

To cut off the Buddha's head is already committing a great disrespect and breaking the fundamental precepts.Abbot Jianjing twitched his eyebrows, and his voice couldn't help but become a little louder.

"How many precepts have you broken, please report them!"

Under Jian Jing's heavy drink, there was a howling wind, which shook the hundred and eighty-three candles on the Buddhist altar, the flames of the lotus flowers in the Ten Dharma Realms were about to go out, and the ground of the treasure hall buzzed.There was a pair of cold eyebrows and cold eyes on the face of Jian Jing, Su Zhuang, Chi Mu, as if Maitreya Buddha was not smiling, but showing anger instead.The monks were so shocked that they didn't dare to look in the dark, they bent their necks down and couldn't stop chanting.

The strange man was suppressed by this courage, but he remained unmoved.He stood upright among the kneeling monks, like a green pine that was bullied by frost and snow but was still strong.He only heard his dull voice, and said.

"Killing, stealing, greed, ignorance, arrogance, and suspicion, plus the first three precepts, there are already nine precepts." He said it frankly and without regret.

If it weren't for the fact that he had violated the precepts, everyone would think that he was a believer who sincerely asked the Buddha.

The old abbot dipped the willow branches into the white sandalwood water, although there was anger on his face, it gradually became quiet like ripples, he sighed. "If you have broken the precept, what does it have to do with not reporting the dharma name? Since you have broken the precept, you should get rid of the dust and cleanse it. When you report the dharma name, the poor monk will sprinkle it for you."

The weird man with the swollen head said. "Although Xia Yu wanted to break the Buddhist rules, he also arranged a set of rules for himself."

He stretched out his hand to take the strip of plain cloth that was carried on his back, and said to Jian Jing seriously. "Master, do you know what the first precept is?"

A little confusion appeared on the clean and old face: "I don't know."

said the weirdo. "Number one, never touch clean perfume...especially poisonous perfume!"

After the words were finished, the big-headed monster had already shaken off the white cloth in his hand, revealing a golden chain, attacking the abbot Jianjing in a flash of brilliance!On the chain, like leaves, there are food knives and bergamot hands, and when they collide, there will be a clatter.The sword blows out the wind, and the hand detects the harm of others.Everyone saw the bright light shining in their eyes, and it seemed that three hundred knives were swung out in an instant, like a rainbow all over the sky, and a dense rain suddenly came.

Jian Jing also pulled out the willow sticks from the bowl, bringing out a strong wind, and some white sandalwood water droplets bounced, facing the knife chain.

Just as the two of them started to fight, there were several screams in the hall.It turned out that the monks who had just been sprinkled by the abbot suddenly collapsed on the ground with gray complexions, bleeding from their mouths and noses, and the water bowl used to sprinkle them was indeed poisoned!

Lang Si, the abbot of Fazang Temple, shouted angrily: "Jianjing, why did you poison the water!"

Jian Jing didn't answer, it would be better to say that he couldn't answer.The big-headed monster held one hand in both hands, and firmly supported the willow stick in Jian Jing's hand with the food knife chain, flipped the bergamot on the chain, and stopped the poisonous water droplets one by one.He has great strength in his hands, the veins on his exposed arms are bulging, and he dances the three hundred knife-eating knives on the chain vigorously.He didn't smile on his face, but there was a smile in his words:

"The second commandment to be obeyed by fools—"

The knife fell like rain.

"...Never report your name to the people in Houtian Tower!"

It was too late and then too soon, the golden chain came out with lightning speed, twisting the willow branch in the old abbot's hand into two pieces!At the same time, the strange man poked his hand into the forest of rustling knives, and unexpectedly pulled out a thin blade with a big dipper on it.The thin blade branched out to the side like a leaf vein, its front was brutal and could break anything.

It was this knife that slashed on Jian Jing's neck and chopped off the old man's head!In an instant, the blood mist gushed out like a fountain several feet high, the sitting statue was stained mottled, and a fishy smell diffused from the fragrance of the Buddhist altar.

The big-headed monster stood in front of Sakyamuni holding a clean head in one hand and a chain of eating knives in the other. His body was dripping with blood, like an evil spirit, but he put his palms together and said "Amitabha" devoutly. .

The monks were stunned, usually they only recite scriptures for morning and evening classes, and when they practice boxing and kicking, they can only make small bumps. How can they see such a person who breaks the precept of killing so much?Everyone looked at the blood-soaked monster with a big head, and saw a sense of indifference in his crooked facial features, and a calm look in his small mung bean-like eyes, as if he didn't care about the beheading just now.

The courageous temple monks were still fighting with each other, many of them were scared out of their wits, fumbled out of the hall, and vomited acid water into the release pool.

The abbot of Fazang Temple shouted: "Who are you! Why did you break the precept of killing in front of the Buddha?"

The strange man held his head between his fingers and put his hands together politely: "Amitabha, the name of the fool is 'Yuan Xin', but people in the Jianghu often give the fool a title--"breaking the precepts" monk'."

He raised a bloody strange face, and his expression was calm and authentic.

"...Speaking of which, it seems to be called the tenth in Jianghu."