high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 389

Taizhou City, Japan and China.

Beyond the tidal sea full of thousands of people, laughter was coming from several shady pavilions. The nobles gambled for fun, while drinking alcohol from Chang'an or even Luoyi with ice jugs, while wearing embroidered gold and silk skirts and The maids in thick brocade and long clothes shuttled back and forth in the Hua Pavilion, offering them cheese, melons and fruits.

This place is not far from the Dharma altar, and it is a good place to listen to scriptures, but no one dares to set foot around Hua Pavilion.

The warriors in heavy armor and spears are like a dignified iron figurine, silently locking the open space around Huage, and the crowd of people listening to scriptures also stay away tacitly, leaving a huge blank space in the distance.

Here, in Taizhou City...

Someone was exposed to the midday sun, squinting, sweating in the heat.There are also people who are gently surrounded by the smoked wind and the frankincense on the girl's body. The cold mist flows under their feet, and even their sleeves have a lingering smell.

"This monk..."

In a game of cards in Hua Pavilion, Yan Ling, the son of the Yan family in Taizhou, suddenly raised his head. He cast his eyes on the Fatai outside Hua Pavilion, fell silent, and then laughed:

"This monk is interesting, I'm starting to like him!"

A lecture on the Dharma at the altar attracted thousands of people in Taizhou City, and even several cities and counties in neighboring counties came here. For the three counties in the south of the Yangtze River who do not worship Buddhism, this is already a grand event.

"Like?" At the poker table, except for Yan Ling, the expressions on the faces of the other three people became strange.

"This is a monk of the Southern Zen School. If you have any shady thoughts, you'd better restrain yourself!" Lu Zhi frowned, and played a card forcefully: "You don't want to live, I still want to!"

"...Like means appreciation, don't be full of stupid thoughts!" Yan Ling twitched the corner of his mouth, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Speaking of which, I still don't understand one thing.

The three counties in the south of the Yangtze River have never worshiped Buddhism. This is called an ignorant monk who knows that our aristocratic families do not like heretics, but why do they come to Taizhou City to teach the Dharma? "

"Where it doesn't work, naturally we have to study it. Isn't it normal for him to come to Taizhou, a place where Buddhism is poor and weak, to give a lecture?" Lu Zhi was a little speechless.

"I understand what you mean, Yan Ling, there is no need to say more." Yan Ling wanted to speak, but was interrupted abruptly by another voice on the card table. The luxuriously dressed boy stared at the game in his hand, smiled, and raised beginning:

"Do you want to ask, does that ignorance have ulterior motives?"

"Yes."

"It's not surprising, let me tell you clearly, I was ordered to come and watch him! This monk was either ordered to come to the south of the Yangtze River to plant Buddhist veins, or..." The boy stopped suddenly, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "That's it!" It's for the living creatures in the upper realm!"

Living creatures from the upper realm...

When this word was mentioned again, Yan Ling suddenly had the illusion that he hadn't heard this word for a long time, and the moment of astonishment made him lose his mind slightly.

"Two years ago, the phoenix riders of Xiejia Nanshou died in a strange way. It is still an unsolved case. It is because of the living creatures in the upper realm that were rumored at that time..." Lu Zhi suddenly said: "How do you know that he is because of the upper realm? Realm?"

"Don't talk about brats, your aunt is my sister-in-law, and I'm a generation taller than you, Lu Zhike!"

The boy rolled his eyes, seeing that Lu Zhi dared to be angry and dare not speak: "This is the divination of my ancestor He Gong, you ask me? Who should I ask!"

Mr. Crane?

Yan Ling immediately fell silent, and Lu Zhi, who was about to argue a few words, also shut up.

The Holy Lord on Jiejing Mountain, No. 8000 in 1-year divination, counting all the people!

His hexagram...

"Even though that Wuming is a Southern Zen monk, he is only a mere disciple." After a short silence, Yan Ling said in disbelief, "With the honor of Lord Crane..."

"When the ancestor was calculating the living creature in the upper realm, he accidentally discovered that the hexagram of the living creature was connected with ignorance. But how it is connected, whether it is the karma of meeting or something else, the ancestor can't figure out more.

Asking me to stare at him is like looking for a needle in a haystack, it’s not necessary..." The boy shook his head: "You have forgotten, but two years ago, the shock caused by the living creatures in the upper world, the ancestors of human immortals But I can't forget it! "

That was the first time that Jedi Tiantong spread, the real news of the upper realm!No matter who it is, as long as they can catch a trace, they will never let it go easily!

"This is a bit distressing. What should I do?" Yan Ling scratched his head sullenly. He thought he was just an ordinary disciple of the Holy Land, but he was actually related to the rumored creature from the upper realm. Come, but it's really hard.

No need for the boy to say much, Yan Ling knew that the monk named Wuming had been secretly watched by countless immortals.

When he was frowning, among the four players in the game, the last one who had been silent since the beginning and never made a sound smiled lightly.

"Of course, we can't guess the plan of the ancestors of the immortals, and we dare not lie." Wearing a phoenix crown, the radiant woman suddenly stood up, her curves were graceful and charming, like flowers and trees piled up with snow.She walked to the railing and smiled softly, and ordered: "Yan Ling."

"Sister!" Yan Ling hurriedly got up and followed.

"Don't think about it, treat him with the etiquette of the disciples of the Holy Land, and don't insult the lintel of our Yan family in Taizhou." The woman suddenly turned around again: "Huaiqing?"

"I'm here, I'm here!" The little boy hurriedly jumped out of his seat and raised his hand as a signal.

"It's not just ignorance that is connected to the hexagram of the living creature in the upper realm?"

"I shouldn't have said it, but since Sister Yan asks, I'm not going to make a fool of myself." The boy laughed: "It's not just ignorance, it's connected to the hexagrams of the living creatures in the upper realm, and there are hundreds of them! The ancestor sent out all the senior brothers in the mountain to see if they could get something..."

"Then it looks like you're just playing casually." The woman pondered for a moment, and a smile suddenly appeared in her bright eyes.

At this time, the Fa Conference has come to an end.

The monk clasped his hands together to give unanimity to the departing believers. His white clothes were like snow, and in the mottled sunlight, he was also a very light touch of white.

The woman looked at it with interest for a long time, and then she looked away after a long time.

"Invite him to the Qingliang Palace for the dinner tomorrow, and tell him that all the descendants of the aristocratic families in Taizhou will come." She turned around: "Remember to use my famous assassin."

"..." Yan Ling stared in horror at this woman who was usually as cold as frost and snow, and suddenly smiled lightly, with a heavy heart.

"Sister..." Yan Ling weighed his words, but hesitated: "Monks... it seems that you can't get married? If you want to have fun, you can't afford to take such a big risk. Those monks from the Southern Zen sect don't It's so offensive, everyone—"

"Shut up!"

"……Oh."

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ended.

This is the end of the day for the Fa Conference.

The believers who left in the ignorant Heshi Dynasty agreed one by one, and they breathed a sigh of relief quietly in their hearts, and the cold sweat from their palms gradually faded away.This was the first time he gave a lecture in Jiangnan alone, and the original tension has continued to this day, but his heart is strangely relieved.

Countless voices are clattering together, clamoring to rise high into the sky.Wuming lowered his head and smiled, but when he was about to leave the altar, he stopped abruptly.

He felt that someone was looking at him from behind, blankly, timidly, unfamiliar, yet familiar.

In the distance, a few strands of dull hair fluttered gently on a small head, and the crowd was overwhelming.The moment he turned around by accident, a fat, white and beardless face appeared unexpectedly, completely covering his original gaze.

"Master of Ignorance."

Appearing suddenly, the fat white steward who thickly blocked Wuming's sight laughed:

"The younger one is the steward of Yan's family in Taizhou, entrusted by the second young lady, to invite master to have a banquet at Qingliang Palace tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)