owlsbooks Chapter 248 Wutong had a strong west wind last night
Chapter 248 Wutong had a strong west wind last night
The slightly warm sun is shining in the clear sky. At this time of year, the corner courtyard of Sidan Temple is shaded by green trees and the branches of flowers are spread out. It already has a bit of the joy of spring and scenery, except that there are fewer bees, butterflies and chaffinches on the branches to accompany them. , it is not enough to record the good times, leaving a trace of regret.
And nine times out of ten, regrets in this world often come out unexpectedly and unexpectedly, just as if everyone had already sat down at the table, but at this moment, they were inexplicably shouted out by people outside the mountain gate. Everyone in Fayun Pavilion was disturbed.
[Those who went to Jizu Sanin are back]
The shouts echoed among the temple buildings of the Sidtan Temple. Everyone in the Fayun Pavilion had heard the shouts, but they all maintained a well-prepared silence, as if these small things floating outside the body would be resolved without prompting. After wisps of breeze blew, the green smoke of sandalwood dissipated, and finally disappeared among the three stacks of octagonal eaves of Fayun Pavilion.
However, everyone was far less calm than they appeared on the surface. In fact, their inner doubts had already begun to flow in their hearts like their emotions could not stop, especially Wu Zhimao, the commander-in-chief of Sichuan Province.
He has a part in sending people to rob and kill, and success or failure is crucial. If it succeeds, everything will be fine; if it fails, then all the achievements will be undone, and even disasters will be left behind.
Even though this long-time general of Pingxi Palace has his own palace in mind, he can't help but feel a little uneasy and hesitant in his heart. After all, these people who have returned may be a strong guarantee to influence the situation and establish victory.
They were fighting one after another, but they couldn't be chaotic; they were chaotic, they were round but they couldn't be defeated. Wu Zhimao silently recited the Art of War and faced the gate of Fayun Pavilion, so he could naturally be the first to see clearly who was coming outside. At the moment when the slanted light shone in, there was no unnecessary emotional change on Wu Zhimao's rough face, but the veins on his palms quietly emerged due to excessive excitement.
"The bet was won!"
He thought to himself.
At this time, the two people who walked into Fayun Pavilion had disheveled hair, haggard faces, and dirty clothes. They looked worse than beggars on the street. However, Wu Zhimao recognized the two people who came back at a glance. The enshrined martial arts masters - "Zonghe Fist" Huang Liang and "Snake Hand" Jian Fu.
Wu Zhimao saw that their rags were covered with sharp sword wounds. Even though their bones were strong, their injuries were critical. They were obviously the result of a desperate battle with masters who were good at using swords.
Five masters from the royal palace joined forces, and now that these two people have walked out of Jizushanyin alive, doesn't it prove that they have completed their previous military orders and successfully killed the master hidden behind Xitan Temple!
Even though the death of the other three masters is heartbreaking, it is still within the bearable range and can even be called a quite perfect result!
Jian eliminates the wings of Xitan Temple and clears the obstacles of Jizu Mountain. This is what Wu Zhimao must do when he comes under the order of King Pingxi. Now there are only a group of monks left in the temple, and the dead people will not argue. As long as the Sittan Temple and the Kagyu Sect are instigated to fight, then today's situation will be completely under your control!
"Huang Liang, Jian Fu, why do you look like this? Why are you the only two back?"
"Hurry up and tell the princess and the eminent monks the details of what you experienced in Jizushanyin!"
Wu Zhimao deliberately kept a cold face, as if he was reprimanding the soldiers who disobeyed the military rank and left the team without authorization, but in his words he deliberately introduced the topic into the most acute area——
"You two are the only ones alive now, which means the others are dead. So how and why they died must be explained clearly!"
Huang Liang and Jian Fu looked at each other, and Huang Liang said to Wu Zhimao with great embarrassment: "To inform the princess, the general, and all the eminent monks, the two of us searched for traces of a person with ulterior motives four days ago, and it seems that he was secretly spying on the princess. , so I paid attention to everything, and finally discovered the suspension rope. However, this person was too strong in martial arts to defeat him, so I had to call on the palace masters to go with him. This is also to protect the safety of the princess. "
Wu Zhimao nodded slightly and revealed a sinister smile.
"Yes, my general also found out not long ago that there are men in black in Xitan Temple who are committing murders and wounding people at night. I think they have been lurking for a long time, but I don't know if there is anyone colluding with them!"
Huang Liang nodded heavily and said with great admiration for Wu Zhimao.
"Your Excellency, you are really sharp! However, this thief is cunning and good at hiding. We surrounded him in many ways and finally stopped him on the Jiuzhong Cliff behind Xitan Temple. Unexpectedly, the thief fought to the death to kidnap the king of Jingnan Palace. With Miss Luo as a threat, the few of us had no choice but to go deep into the Jizu Mountain Yin to cast a spell to rescue us, and then we left without saying goodbye..."
Wu Zhimao snorted and coughed slightly, and his eyes couldn't help but turn to the sallow-looking Abbot Hongbian. Now that the people from Prince Pingxi's Mansion have shown that they are here to suppress thieves, the bad guys must come from the other two parties. Let's see how you deal with it this time, old monk!
As soon as Huang Liang finished speaking, Jian Fu also came forward and continued: "That's right. We were searching hard in the mountains. Who knew that the thief was extremely cunning and would shoot cold arrows with the bandits along the way? If you go to Jizu Shanyin , you can see those densely packed footprints. Poor Eight Immortals Swordsman and King He Dao, who were famous for their lives, were actually plotted by thieves, and their bodies were buried in the nameless grass. "
"The two of us brothers were also surrounded by dangers. Unexpectedly, misfortunes never come singly, and we lost our way in Jizu Mountain again. We walked in circles for an unknown amount of time before we were able to get out. Mr. Wu, Jizu Mountain was filled with poisonous miasma and snakes and insects were rampant. The days when we were without food were miserable, and we survived by eating raw tadpoles. Speaking of which, the frog tadpoles tasted quite fresh, and I was most afraid of the tadpoles mixed with other frogs. The taste was like eating stink bugs..."
Wu Zhimao, the commander-in-chief of Sichuan, nodded from time to time as he listened to Jian Fu's narration. He felt that although the words in front of him were a bit vulgar and frivolous, he still reluctantly followed his preset direction.
But when the words reached the most critical point, Jian Fu passed it off and began to introduce the experience of eating raw tadpoles in unusual detail, from mouth to taste. Because it was so vivid, he actually heard the words from nowhere in Fayun Pavilion. There was a faint sound of retching.
"enough!"
Wu Zhimao really looked calm this time. He immediately stopped Jian Fu's description and once again tried to bring the topic back on track, "Have you caught the thief? Who is he?"
Jian Fu was reprimanded and stopped narrating angrily. Then he said to Sichuan Commander-in-Chief Wu Zhimao with a troubled expression.
"Master Wu, this matter is too complicated, so I just skipped it for now. Our two brothers have low martial arts skills, so naturally they can't defeat the thief. Fortunately, we were able to fight to the death with the help of the martyrs who came into the mountain later. After many joint efforts, we were able to defeat the thief." Finally, it has fulfilled its mission!”
Wu Zhimao looked at Jian Fu with strange eyes, secretly thinking that this man was quite clever and actually understood the principle of combining vertical and horizontal lines.
As long as the deeds of how King Miaobao helped him are fabricated, it will be immediately clear to the enemy and ourselves, and the theory that Sidtan Temple is deliberately rebellious will be revealed. Even if the old monk Hongbian can speak like a lotus, he will not be able to argue in this situation...
Wu Zhimao rolled his eyes and sighed roughly.
"Okay! Which righteous man is so dedicated to his life! It's a pity that he died tragically in order to eliminate evil. When I go back, I will report it to the prince and commend the righteous man with a banner to promote his good deeds and comfort the souls of the loyal and heroic people in heaven!"
But Huang Liang and Jian Fu looked at each other, revealing an expression that Wu Zhimao couldn't understand at all. They turned to him with a crooked face and spoke in a voice that was as low as possible but just enough for everyone else to hear.
"Master Wu, if you want to meet the righteous men, just call them in. Why do you say anything about life and death? It's so unlucky..."
"...Huh? Them?"
Wu Zhimao felt that he must have heard wrongly, so he repeated it with a confused look on his face. However, the words fell quietly, and the sound of tiny footsteps came again outside Fayun Pavilion.
I saw a girl in white, as cold as frost, with a curling figure, her posture was like a cinnamon tree in the moon, and her face was like a beautiful girl from the Toad Palace. Even if she was standing in front of the most beautiful Princess Pingxi of Qinhuai, she could tell a bit of color. She was stepping into the door at this moment. He slowly saluted everyone in the pavilion.
Behind her, there were two monks, one old and one young, carrying one person on a simple sliding pole one after the other, and followed closely into the Fayun Pavilion.
Jian Fu smiled at Wu Zhimao and said as if he was taking credit: "Master Wu, Miss Luo has been rescued by us safely. The two following us are the two masters Anren and Pinzhao of Xitan Temple. They both risked their lives and ignored comfort. Only then can we two brothers defeat the stubborn thief!"
Wu Zhimao's face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out water. His eyes seemed to be rolling with thunderbolts. He stared at Jian Fu and asked the person on the finger slider.
"...Then who is this person?"
Huang Liang used his shoulder to push away the playful Jian Fu, and quickly said to Wu Zhimao with his hands clasped in fists, pretending to be loyal and loyal.
"Master Wu, he is what we call a righteous man! This man has superb martial arts skills, a chivalrous heart, and a gentleman's demeanor. Faced with the siege by the bandits in the mountains, he gave up his life and sacrificed his life many times. In the end, his meridians were damaged and he went crazy, resulting in The whole body is paralyzed and can only be escorted back by two masters. You must report this to the prince and reward this loyal man!"
Master Anren stood in the Fayun Pavilion, his eyes went beyond the furious Sichuan General Soldier, and fell on the senior brother who he hadn't seen for just a few days, but who suddenly seemed to have aged more than ten years. He was speechless for a moment, and he actually gave birth to A sense of vastness between life and death.
The frequent occurrences of the earth dragon turning around and the Buddha's light in the cloud cave in the past few days have already determined that Anren's journey to Jizushanyin is unusual. If they follow what their master Zen Master Benwu said, this is Anren's destined life and death. In a catastrophic disaster, if you are not careful, there will be no chance of survival.
Abbot Hongbian was well aware of this, and ordered the monks at Xitan Temple in Jizu Mountain to recite the Huayan Sutra of Dafang Guangfo day and night, just to pray for Master Anren in front of the Buddha and pray for his safety. After returning, I met unexpectedly. Abbot Hongbian was like a majestic sycamore tree in the autumn wind, covered with rustling autumn leaves. There were countless indescribable emotions in the eyes looking at Master Anren.
But even so, the two of them could only say nothing before they reached the point of talking.
Taking advantage of the uncertain weather situation of Sichuan Commander-in-Chief Wu Zhimao, Master Anren volunteered to go out and recounted all the hardships they encountered in Jizu Shanyin, selecting the most important and cutting out the details, which also showed that it was Huang Liang and Jian Fu. The two of them fought alone to save Luo Shuang'er.
"...These tribulations are all caused by the Buddha. The old monk never expected that the Dharma King Miaobao was so profound in his Buddhist practice that he would produce such deep inner demons. He pretended to be the leader but colluded with the thieves in the mountain to attack the royal daughter in the Sidtan Temple. Bin wanted to do something wrong, which almost led to tragedy."
"Finally, seeing no way out, the Dharma King Miaobao actually jumped off the cliff and died! The old monk was incompetent and failed to retrieve the body of Dharma King Miaobao from the bottom of the cliff. Because he couldn't bear the sight of the tragic scene, the old monk returned to the temple to retreat and practice hard. I sincerely Maintain purity, always think about the harm of greed, always have a mind of self-discipline, always abandon unreasonable thoughts, until you fully realize your own nature, and hope to reach the Pure Land as soon as possible..."
With the statements of Huang Jian and Master Anren corroborating each other, the identity of the stubborn thief and evildoer has been almost confirmed on the body of the Dharma King Miaobao, and he has also restored the appearance of a sanctimonious and ulterior motive who was greedy for the princess. The image of a beautiful and lustful thief who wanted to commit evil deeds. In the end, due to the failure of internal and external collusion, the plot was ruined and he jumped off a cliff to his death.
The Kagyu sect is temporarily led by Khenpo Lama, leaving behind only Lama Zanshan, Protector Lama and a few other young lamas. Naturally, their power is not as good as that of the Xitan Temple and his party who occupy the convenience of the landlord. Their seats are dwarfed by comparison, and even appear to be The feeling of being in a corner.
But until now, they still didn't say a word. They stayed behind the extremely ugly Khenpo Lama and turned their heads and chanted sutras. It was only when the crowd gasped for breath that they slowly raised their heads and looked at Wu Zhimao, the commander-in-chief of Sichuan.
"...Who on earth killed the Mystical Treasure Dharma King of our sect!"
Khenpo Lama's voice was low and rough, like bluestone and rotten wood rubbing against each other. There was an indescribable ferocity between the ups and downs, as if what others said was right or wrong, good or evil, was irrelevant. He just wanted to get an exact answer now. Answer--
He didn't care what others said, but he had to know who killed Dharma King Miaobao.
Wu Zhimao noticed the sharp eyes and finally came back to his senses from the uncertainty. At this time, he was only left with the extremely gloomy feeling when the north wind tightened in the sky and heavy rain was approaching.
"Abbot Hongbian. Today's matter involves the life and death of the Miaobao Dharma King. Even if there are witnesses, everyone in the Fayun Pavilion only speaks one side. Only by observing the precepts and restraining oneself and refraining from lying can we avoid the danger of death."
The murderous intent on his body was fully visible, and even though he was just walking quietly past Huang Liang and Jian Fu, people could feel the biting chill.
A moment later, he turned to stare at Abbot Hongbian again, his eyes wandering over the survivors of Jizu Mountain with a pointed look, and his voice suddenly rose sharply.
"Similarly, even if someone from the royal palace said something today that is found to be an exaggeration, Wu will report to the prince to use military aircraft to deal with it and completely uncover the traitors - otherwise, I don't think anyone in this southwest half can take responsibility. The crime of "initiating provocations without permission"..."
Abbot Hongbian stood with one hand in the palm of his hand and remained silent, already having a calculation in his mind.
Today, Anren, Jiang Wen, and Pinzhao all came back alive at the same time, which greatly exceeded Abbot Hongbian's expectations. Not to mention that they didn't know what method they used to instigate people in the palace to act as internal agents, and they worked together to plot. The charge of "colluding with thieves" was forcibly placed on the head of the Kagyu Sect's Miaobao Dharma King, which almost reversed the unfavorable situation of Sidtan Temple being attacked by a group.
It's a pity that no matter how hard they try, they can only stop there.
As the powerful Dharma King of Kangzang, the Dharma King Miaobao was in charge of political and religious affairs. No matter what heinous crimes he committed, he could never be allowed to die on Jizu Mountain in an unexplained way.
What's more, Wu Zhimao came here to deal with Xitan Temple. The lives of the people in the palace were not considered at all. Just like now, they could be thrown out at any time to attract firepower.
At this time, the first killing move of Pingxi Palace had just been cracked, and the second killing move of the Kagyu Sect followed closely. The alliance between the Kagyu Sect and King Pingxi was part of the trend of the times. Faced with such a major crime as "initiating border provocations without permission," the Sittan Monastery has fallen into a situation of deadly struggle. If something is not done, it will be destroyed soon.
"Amitabha, the old monk has worshiped the Buddha for half his life, and has never had any intention of deceiving; everyone in the Sidtan Temple is also an upright person..."
The green trees and flower branches in the corner courtyard of Sidtan Temple are hidden in front of the world, showing their softness and beauty to the world. They have never guarded against the dangerous winds and rains in the world. The only thing that can be used as a pilaster is the mottled tree in the garden. Old trees, even if their leaves are withered, can always cast a moment of shade.
Abbot Hongbian finally stood up. His aging body quietly stood in front of several people in the hall, and his eyes quietly passed over Khenpo Lama's ugly and forbearing face.
"But now due to chance, a harmony was born. I have the courage to invite someone to come, just to solve the old case of Buddhism. I hope Mr. Wu will bear the trouble for a while and listen to his statement..." (End of this chapter)