The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

Mingxi sighed, his voice getting more and more tired. "Little friend, where did you hear that?"

"Oh, there are so many rumors in Dong'an Temple..." Lingran stopped suddenly, realizing that she had made a slip of the tongue.

Sure enough, Mingxi went on to say in surprise, "The temple has long been deserted. Ten years ago, I was arrested by the government, and all the disciples I accepted have been dismissed. Those who returned to vulgarity, and those who were killed by sticks, have long since disappeared. .Who did you hear from the temple?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide, Lingran had no choice but to answer bravely, "There is an old pine outside the gate of Dong'an Temple..."

Ming Xi laughed and said, "It turns out that my little friend has indeed inherited the mantle of Master Kong Ji, and is also an Onmyoji."

Lingran: ...

He touched the tip of his nose.

"Sure enough, the waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves ahead, and young people should not be judged by their appearance!"

Only then did Lingran dare to be sure, it turned out that Mingxi was also a cultivator, able to communicate with spirits and monsters.No wonder the ghosts in the temple spoke with regret when they talked about the old monk. ——It can be seen that they have dealt with each other.

Lingran put her heart back into her belly, cleared her throat, and said again, "That's what those ghosts said. It is said that this case is very strange, and they don't know why this stupidity has been blamed on you, great monk."

"It's not wronged," Ming Xi laughed. "This is the karma planted by the old monk."

Yo, there is an inside story!

Lingran held her breath, and the tips of her ears moved again.

But I heard the old monk say calmly, "When Master came to our Tang Dynasty, the previous dynasty had not yet been completely destroyed, and the Tang Dynasty had not yet established a national capital. During the war years, resentment abounded, and there were many monsters here. Together, we can live peacefully in Dong'an Temple. The two of us subdued many spirits and monsters, and then went around to suppress grieving ghosts."

"I don't see sneaky things in my life. Whenever I see them, I will kill them with Buddhist beads. Maybe I acted too cruelly, which led to the cause of today's disaster..."

It sounds like a long and convoluted story.Lingran couldn't help but yawned a little.

I thought, it turns out that Monk Kong Ji is really a Japanese Onmyoji.

He took a quick glance that day, and he couldn't see the majesty of the past from the empty and aging face. As for the cruelty of the attack... he couldn't even imagine it!

He continued, "Could it be that you slaughtered too much that day, causing ghosts to seek revenge later?"

"Not bad!" Ming Xi said decisively. "The young lady of the Zhong family is clearly the one who was killed by the ghost 20 years ago."

"The resentful ghost did not know what kind of good fortune he had, but he was reincarnated as a human being and entered the belly of the official's wife."

"The resentful ghost came to my Dong'an Temple to seek revenge by offering incense and praying for blessings. After entering the temple, the evil ghost fell out of its skin in the main hall and asked the old monk for his life."

"The old monk fought with him and forcibly detained the resentful soul, but the skin escaped from the temple alone and struggled onto the soft sedan chair."

"After all, he is a family member of the official family. It is inconvenient for me to pursue him, so I can only let him go. But I know in my heart that it is a disaster, so I secretly ordered my disciples to accompany me all the way."

"When the sedan chair left the Shaoling Plateau, that disciple of the old man originally wanted to take his body back and kill him along with that resentful soul, but who knows..."

Ming Xi paused.

Lingran thought, oh, it really is hot!This old monk seems to want to kill the grass.

It sounds like Miss Zhong was already a walking corpse when she left. For some reason, Dong'an Temple lost her hand in the middle of the mountain.

He kept asking, "Who is it that went to the middle of the mountain to abduct that fleshy corpse?"

"Of course it's the grieving ghosts!" Ming Xi said decisively. "For some reason, they made a strange move. They not only sent the corpse back to Zhong's house intact, but even ordered him to commit suicide again."

"The Zhong family's mortal eyes couldn't see the true face of the corpse, so they blamed it on me, Dong'an Temple."

"People from the government came to arrest this old monk. It's inconvenient for this old monk to say anything to them, so he had to suffer this wrongful lawsuit. Only pity my disciples..." Mingxi sighed and laughed miserably. "They are all orphans picked up by the old monk from the people. Most of them were born during the war, and some of their parents and relatives have passed away, leaving only one child."

"My old man has raised them for many years. Most of them are mere mortals. They don't know much about spells, and they don't know anything about this ghost. But they are all wronged souls, and they were beaten to death by the government in prison."

Accompanied by Mingxi's description, vivid scenes appeared before Lingran's eyes.

Officials tied a group of young monks with ropes and escorted them one by one to Zhao Prison of Dali Temple.All kinds of methods were exhausted in the execution hall, blood and flesh flew all over the place, and the wailing was extremely shrill.A few months later, more than a dozen young corpses were carried out of the prison.

Lingran touched the tip of his nose, he didn't know how to answer this topic.

But Mingxi said to himself, "I have done things upright in my life. I am worthy of heaven and earth, and I am worthy of Buddha in my heart. I only hate that this ghost clan has a lot of tricks. They borrowed flesh corpses and turned into mortals to walk openly on the road. The world of the sun!"

"Although I'm in prison, I can often hear ghosts crying, saying that now that demons and ghosts are rampant, even at the feet of the emperor, it's not peaceful."

As Ming Xi spoke, he let out a long sigh.

Lingran finally connected all the strange things that happened in Chang'an City with the scene that he encountered when he entered the city.

"That's not true! The day I entered the city, little monk, I ran into a monster eating people in the city. The officials only cared about running for their lives, and there was no one to save the people."

Mingxi was startled and angry, and shouted in a low voice, "Is this world so bad?!"

Lingran smiles. "It's sad every year. Could it be that the world is not good and we just resign ourselves to fate?"

Mingxi was silent, then sighed. "It's a pity that the old man is dying, and the queen of autumn is about to be killed, but it's you, little friend..."

"Little monk, I naturally want to rescue you old monk!" After Lingran finished speaking, she also felt like a tongue twister, and burst out laughing. "Although it's a bit miserable at the moment, I still have some skills, young master. I think we can get out alive. Don't worry, old monk!"

Mingxi smiled bleakly.

Away from the sound of water in the darkness, Mingxi's voice was in a trance, as if there was fog in the air through a distant sea of ​​smoke.

"This old man has been an upright person all his life. Now he is almost seventy years old. Even if he goes, it doesn't matter much. He is just worried about the people in the city..."

"It was established in the early Tang Dynasty, although it is destined that the country will last for 300 years, but now if monsters are used to make troubles and disrupt the government, I am afraid that it will cause unnecessary disasters."

"Natural selection has appeared, but monsters are vying for the upper hand. I'm afraid it's not good..."

Why is it involved in the secret again?Lingran was instantly alert. "Could there be any changes after natural selection?"

Mingxi laughed. "Natural selection has never been more than one person and more than one country. There have always been variables under natural selection."

"For my Tang Dynasty, this variable comes from the resentment of the people, or maybe not at all..."

Ming Xi paused, and said very hesitantly: "This old man has practiced for nearly sixty years, but he has never been able to read the Buddhist scriptures thoroughly, and he is stuck between the self-salvation and the salvation of all living beings."

This is the difference between Hinayana and Mahayana!Later generations have argued about this for thousands of years, and it is also because of this that the later monk Tang learned from the scriptures.

Lingran was refreshed.Because he liked to watch the story of Monkey King wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Palace in his previous life, so he has a little bit about this past event.He hurriedly interjected, "You don't need to worry about this monk. In the future, the Tang emperor will definitely send the holy monk to fetch the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures, and the Buddha's light will shine all over the world at that time."

"Amitabha! I would like to borrow my little friend's blessing." Mingxi laughed.

"It's just that the Emperor Tang obviously rejects people from my Buddhist sect. Whenever he sees monks, he will be arrested and thrown into prison regardless of the reason. It is said that after this autumn, all of them will be beheaded. So, how can we revitalize the Buddhist sect and save all sentient beings? !"

Ling Ran frowned. "I don't know about that."

How many years did Tang Monk study Buddhist scriptures in Zhenguan?Who the hell can remember this! [Note] Without evidence, the old monk Mingxi cannot be persuaded.

I could only continue to listen to the old monk sigh.

Hey, I only hate that I don’t read enough books!

The two stopped talking for a while, each thinking about his own thoughts.Only the faint sound of water was heard in the water prison.

After an unknown amount of time, Lingran moved forward tentatively.

He found that although his hands and feet were tied with ropes, there was a knot between his feet, which allowed him to move forward inch by inch.

Lingran didn't know how far Mingxi was from him, so he just walked forward patiently.

He moved a cup of tea for about an hour before he heard the faint rustling sound of chains coming from the opposite side, this time the sound was much clearer.

"There is one thing, I forgot to remind my friend. There are special restrictions in this water prison for my practitioners." Mingxi sighed, "Although the Tang army does not respect my Buddha, after all, there are practitioners in the army. This prohibition spell It's very powerful, little friend, take care of your flesh..."

Before he finished speaking, Lingran didn't know what happened to his toes, and felt a sharp pain.Immediately, the limbs and bones felt like being shocked by electricity, and their nerves spasmed continuously.

He curled up like a shrimp, and fell heavily into the water with a bang.

Darkness overwhelmed everything.

The author has something to say:

[Note] "Da Tang Western Regions" records: Xuanzang used Zhenguan for three years, sticking to the road... for many years, he began to turn back. In the first month of the 19th year, it was held in Chang'an.

But it is also said that he left in the first year of Zhenguan.

This book is based on the three years of Zhenguan, and it also uses the saying that Tang Seng sneaked away.Right now Lingran (Su Shisan) is in the parallel universe in the second year of Zhenguan, and Tang Seng left the next year.Right now, for Buddhist monks, it is the darkness before dawn.

[Another Note] In the eighth year of Zhenguan, Wei Wangtai was awarded Yongzhou Mu (that is, Jing Zhaoyin), but this book is changed to the second year of Zhenguan, and his age has been adjusted, and he is currently [-] years old.