high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 185 Get what you want 【Two chapters in one】

The tall fat monk's expression froze, he put on a smiling face, but quietly put his hand behind his back, and secretly pinched a seal.

Xie Fanjing blinked in doubt, raised his small head and looked at Xu Yan, as if he had seen through his small movements.

The two looked at each other for a while, finally Xu Yan couldn't help it first, and broke the silence with a sound.

"Little benefactor." Xu Yan sneered: "We in Fengshan Temple are all serious monks, we abide by the clear rules and precepts, eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha, and poor monks don't hear about whether Baishu is not Baishu."

"But he's in Fengshan Temple." The little girl said stubbornly, "He told me himself."

Damn it, I still have too little experience in the world...

Xu Yan sighed in his heart, and could not stop crying.

When Mingming went out, they all warned him to pretend to be a Taoist priest and pour all the dirty water on those bull noses.

What, the enemy still came to the door?

Being recognized as a monk, that's all, but why are you so stupid to report your old nest?

Doesn't this indicate that it needs to be served in one pot!

The tall fat monk's mouth twitched fiercely, feeling a little worried in his heart.

Right now, the master with the highest cultivation level in Fengshan went to the South China Sea in search of an opportunity to break through the realm. However, the self-cultivation only depends on himself, and after the master left the South China Sea, he also quietly went down the mountain.

This crazy monk heard about the changes in the frontier troops of the two countries, and the war between Beiwei and Dazheng was imminent.

So Xu Ze went down the mountain quietly in the middle of the night, when his master was gone and no one in the temple could restrain him.

Xu Yan was almost mad with anger, he led Fengshan Temple's brothers up and down, and touched Fengshan's surroundings, but he still couldn't catch him.

It was later learned that Xu Ze had fled all the way to the border of Zheng and Wei, and went to join the chief governor who was born in the King Kong Temple.

This time, even Zheng Guo's Ju Longwei was stationed at the border under the command of the Great Governor, facing many demons in Beiwei.

Because of this, with Xu Ze sneaking away, the huge Fengshan Temple was considered one of the largest temples in the entire Zhongli County.

Xu Yan is the only Yangfu monk.

Can't stand the place at all.

Seeing someone making trouble, Xu Yan couldn't help feeling guilty.

Xu Yan sighed, and frowned in distress.

Young people really don't have a long memory, their mouths are hairless, and they can't do things well!

The tall fat monk quietly sized up the little girl. The porcelain doll in front of him was standing in the snow, like a jade carved in powder, with delicate eyebrows.

Little junior brother and her, what kind of enmity is this?

The fat monk turned his mind for a while, but was still puzzled.

Could it be...

As soon as a thought came to Gao Fat Monk's mind, he shook his head violently to dismiss his thoughts.

Are you kidding me, how old is the little girl in front of me?

Junior brother wouldn't be such a beast...

The tall fat monk raised his bald head and smiled kindly at Xie Fanjing. Just as he was about to speak, there was a frantic noise from the mountain, like a group of mad dogs leaving the gate.

coming!

Xu Yan was overjoyed, he tapped his toes lightly, and suddenly his body retreated a few feet.

"Construct the Vajra Subduing Demon Formation!"

In mid-air, the fat monk's voice was like a bell, and his breath was like thunder.

There is no greeting card, and no invitation card, so those who come to Fengshan have no other choice but to make trouble.

No matter whether it is or not, let's calm down the situation first!

"Vajra Subduing Demon Formation!"

After Xu Yan exhaled, behind him, there were dozens of dark voices, gradually rising and falling.

A circle of faint golden light turned slightly, and then spread rapidly, covering the vast snow field.

Xie Fanjing's pupils shrank, she was like a frightened cat, when she was about to jump away from a distance, the circle of golden light had firmly bound her.

Hundreds of golden lotuses swayed, surrounded by lotus flowers, a statue of Yamantaka Vajra holding a subduing magic pestle and stepping on a fish drum, was in harmony with Xuyan's figure, and a loud thunder burst out.

"Fuck your mother, step on my foot!"

When Xu Yan was full of ambitions, the image of the great Vajra Buddha shook slightly, and there was a sound of shouting and cursing from the corner of the formation.

"Fuck your old mother!" The person who was scolded, not to be outdone, also scolded back.

Seeing the golden light swaying more and more, Xu Yan's face darkened severely.

He cursed for a long time before he managed to calm down the group of thieves. When he turned his face, he found that Xie Fanjing was staring at him with a strange expression, and his eyes were also full of surprise.

The fat monk blushed, he cleared his throat, and said slowly:

"Little benefactor, there is no Baishu in the temple, this must be a big misunderstanding."

"Buddha's pure and holy place, how can trespass?" Xu Yan chuckled: "Little benefactor, retreat quickly, monks are compassionate and will not pursue it."

"I..." Xie Fanjing opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Xu Yan.

"The one called Baishu must be a Taoist priest." Xu Yan stretched out his hand and pointed:

"It's not far from Mount Feng. On Dry Leaf Mountain, there is a Taoist temple called Dayuan Sect. The Taoist priests there do all kinds of evil. They are proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling."

The tall fat monk smiled slightly, and kindly pointed out: "The Baishu mentioned by the little benefactor must be a bad Taoist priest of the Dayuan sect.

How illegal is he doing?If there is, I, the monks of Fengshan Temple, will definitely help the little benefactor to vent his anger! "

"I..." Xie Fanjing was about to speak when there was a sound of footsteps behind her.

The voice was unhurried, as if the distance of each step had been carefully measured with a ruler.

Xu Yan's expression froze, following the movement of the fat monk's mind, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of lotus flowers, holding the magic pestle and stepping on the fish drum, Yamantaka opened his eyes.

The vajra phase is covered with a layer of golden glow, and the body surface is bright and shining, just like the real Weide Vajra descending from the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

Among the countless formations, the monks in Fengshan Temple are most familiar with the magic formation of Vajra Fu.

Not only in Fengshan Temple, but also in the Sanbai Temple under Jingang Temple, everyone is familiar with this formation.

Following Xu Yan's secret exertion, all the monks of Fengshan Temple also understood, and poured all their true energy into the eyes of various formations.

Although I don't know what the little girl's background is, but at this time, be more vigilant, and there is nothing wrong with it.

In the center of everyone's attention, in the field of vision, from the white snow field, a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt holding a jade book walked over step by step.

His pace is not too fast or slow, and the distance of each step is exactly the same.

The scene of the man in the Confucian shirt walking in the snow inexplicably reminded Xu Yan of the story in the storybook when he was a child.

At that time, no written language was born, each other’s languages ​​were not interlinked, transactions were still barter, the dawn of civilization was far from coming, and everything was still in the ignorance of chaos.

And at the right time, a god sowed the seeds of building wood from the clouds, and waited for them to anchor the void of the two worlds.

And a saint came—

He measured the land step by step, sowed fire in the chaos and ignorance, and since then established rituals and laws to establish a system, with cars on the same track, books with the same text, and behavior with the same people.

The man in the Confucian shirt raised his head, he slowly stretched out his hand, and the golden light covering half of Fengshan Mountain disappeared without a trace.

Under Xu Yan's astonished gaze, his mind suddenly paused, and their exclamations also came from below.

Hundreds of thousands of lotus flowers withered suddenly, and before the statue of the Vajra Buddha holding the demon-subduing pestle and stepping on the fish drum burst into loud thunder, the protective flames on the body of the Vajra were also peeled off one after another. Like mottled ancient murals.

In the blink of an eye, a Yang Talisman of the Second Realm and dozens of orifice-refining cultivators joined forces to form an formation, and it disappeared with just one finger.

The expected counterattack of the formation did not come, Xu Yan opened his eyes wide, and the middle-aged man in Confucian shirt was looking at him indifferently.

"Wuhuai is not in Fengshan?"

He heard the man in the Confucian shirt say: "He has been sitting in Fengshan for many years, and he has the idea of ​​going out for a move?"

"My teacher went to Yunyou to visit friends."

Xu Yan lowered his head, and answered honestly: "Do you know your teacher, senior?"

"He listened when I sat down."

The man in the Confucian shirt looked around Fengshan Temple, but his face was expressionless.

Lecture halls, palaces and buildings are all majestic with seven treasures, formed naturally, with magnificent buildings and dignified weather.

The Tianwang Hall, the Daxiong Hall, the Thousand Buddha Temple, and the Pagoda Forest spread endlessly, and the atmosphere here is really magnificent.

The buildings are continuous, tall and wide, and row upon row.

"Red face was so hot back then, if he didn't agree with each other, he would get angry and fight."

The man in the Confucian shirt said lightly: "After he wiped out a group of bandits, I happened to pass by, and seeing that he was a good man, I brought him back to the academy, where Honglian'er sat in for three years.

Unexpectedly, the little novice monk back then has laid such a foundation now. "

Speaking of this, the man in Rushan turned his face and looked at the tall and fat monk who was worried:

"You are Xuyan, Wuhuai's big disciple?"

"That's right, that's right." Xu Yan hurriedly nodded.

"You holy places, together with aristocratic families, control the government and make friends with cronies, and treat the laws and regulations as nothing."

The Confucian shirt man's words almost made Xu Yan tremble with sweat.

"Since the death of Hei Tianzi, the Dazheng Dynasty, which was supposed to rule Luzhou, has been unable to continue, so it has to let Chu and Wei divide the power, and the world has been divided into three parts since then.

It was also after the death of Hei Tianzi that your aristocratic families and holy lands gradually came from behind, gradually dividing the imperial power and controlling the famous artifacts of Zheng Guo. "

The man in the Confucian shirt sighed softly, with a rare look of melancholy appearing on his face.

"The Son of Heaven has been excluded by you. He has not been in government for many years, and he has been unable to display his ambitions. King Jing has visited Baimao Mountain three times in person. He wants to use my Confucianism to sweep away the ashes that are everywhere in the Zheng Kingdom."

"I didn't expect..." The Confucian shirt man's eyes flickered: "After I came to this country of Zheng, what I saw was not only dust, but also a mass of rotten flesh. There is no medicine to cure."

"Void Rock..."

The man in the Confucian shirt looked at the tall and fat monk who was covered in cold sweat, and said softly:

"The person standing in front of me seems to be the next abbot of Fengshan Temple, a member of the Holy Land.

You said, should I kill you, so that at least there will be fewer maggots on Dazheng's carrion? "

"I……"

The fat monk was sweating profusely, and his thighs couldn't help shaking.

I haven't even touched a woman's hand, am I going to die like this?

When he was about to cry out, the man in the Confucian shirt shook his head again.

"You are just scabies, even if you kill them, it will be of no use." The man in Confucian shirt smiled: "If you really want to take back the government, regain the scattered famous artifacts, respect the emperor as the real emperor, Xie, Yang, Yan, Xu and other aristocratic families must be destroyed!"

Beside the man in the Confucian shirt, Xie Fanjing lowered his head but did not speak.

"Where is Baishu?" the man in the Confucian shirt asked.

"This……"

"I'm not here to ask for trouble." The man in the Confucian shirt didn't bother to talk to him:

"My little disciple once made an appointment with him. I will take her back to Baimao Mountain in the near future. According to your Buddhist theory, this meeting can be regarded as the last fate."

"My name is Xie Fanjing, and I am a very good friend of Bai Shu."

At this time, the little girl who kept her head down raised her head and said suddenly: "He agreed to go to Fengshan Temple and give me some grilled fish."

"I am good friends with Bai Shu, so I am also good friends with you."

Xie Fanjing opened his dark eyes and said seriously: "Don't hit me, I don't want to fight."

A group of Fengshan monks suddenly realized that they all glared at Xuyan who was the culprit.

"There are no invitations, no invitations, it's just a matter of being called to the door by others."

The fat monk turned his face away and muttered:

"I didn't know that this happened again, and my junior brother didn't tell me."

"Little Junior Brother is now called Xuming."

Xu Yan quietly glanced at the man in the Confucian shirt, and said with a smile to Xie Fanjing:

"Unfortunately, he is not in Fengshan Temple now, he is out wandering."

"Yunyou?"

"Mr. Qingli held a ceremony for choosing a son-in-law, and my junior brother also went to join in the fun." Xu Yan shrugged and said helplessly: "Little benefactor, this time is really unfortunate."

"Choose a son-in-law..."

Xu Yan saw the little girl frowning, with a thoughtful look on her face.

"Teacher..." Xie Fanjing eagerly looked at the man in the Confucian shirt beside him.

"I'm not Guanghui, I don't have supernatural powers." The man in the Confucian shirt smiled lightly, and stretched out his hand towards Xuyan.

"Bring it."

"I don't know what it is?" Xu Yan asked cautiously.

"Xu Ming sent a message to Yu Gui."

"Understood! Understood!" The fat monk suddenly realized, and hurriedly presented a small jade object with both hands, and handed it to the Confucian shirt man respectfully.

"I'll take a look in Changle City." The man in the Confucian shirt handed the messenger Yugui to Xie Fanjing, and said with a smile: "It's over, just call me."

After he finished speaking, his body swayed slightly, and then he escaped into the void and disappeared.

After seeing the man in the Confucian shirt leave, Xu Yan, who had been tense all the time, finally relaxed. He slumped on the snow with his ass slumped, with an expression of life after a catastrophe.

"Who is that person?" Xu Hong leaned over curiously.

"The great gentleman of Confucianism, Du Shaozhi!"

Xu Yan opened his mouth angrily, and slapped the bald head in front of him hard: "Get out, you bald thief with no eyesight, stay away from the Buddha!"

Seeing the flash of inspiration on Yugui, the little girl was staring at it seriously, Xu Yan couldn't help asking curiously.

"The little benefactor has friendship with Junior Brother Xu Ming?"

"Yeah!" Xie Fanjing nodded seriously: "He grilled fish for me, and..."

The little girl lowered her head, her expression darkened for a moment.

"Bai Shu seems to like my sister."

The monks with their ears pricked up suddenly looked weird, they looked at each other, and they were speechless.

……

……

……

And this moment.

Qingli Holy Land, in Huaqing Palace.

Bai Shu, who was standing with his head bowed, paused, and in Niwan Palace, Yu Gui, the messenger, flashed suddenly.

Brother Xuyan...

He hesitated again and again, but finally did not click on it.

On the side, Guang Hui spread out his hand lightly, and as he opened his five fingers, there was a faint burst of flame.

The light of the fire seems to be on and off, dim and uncertain, and it is like a light covering all directions, penetrating all forms of existence and non-existence.

All connections, all involvements, all changes, and all developments are faintly revealed in this point of flame, covering all directions, without missing anything.

It is a simple green lantern holding the flame.

Miro lamp——

Bai Shu's breath was stagnant, and she stared at the simple blue lantern.

(End of this chapter)