The fairy city of the market man

Chapter 151 150. Wei Qing
In the protocol department, the monk only talked about Luliu looking for people to explain the cause and effect. On the surface, everything was as usual, but in fact, the trembling Bao Zhengshan didn't dare to ask more questions.

When he came out, Cao Si became more reserved, and asked respectfully, "Zen Master, which one are we looking for in the city?"

At first he was called a great monk, but later he changed his name to a Dharma master, and now he is called a Zen master again. Ordinary people change three times a day, but that's it.

The fat monk smiled as usual: "Besides, it's a long way to go, so let's ask for a bowl of tea first."

Take Cao Si back to the tea house and ask for two bowls of sweet-scented osmanthus tea.

When Bao Zhengshan bravely came, he didn't care about the fact that the master was present, so he whispered into Mrs. Shang's ear about this monk Xiuji claiming to be the fifth-level Earth Immortal, and about coming to find someone.

Mrs. Shang and the chess player Zhen Yaoshen were also taken aback.

Mrs. Shang also imitated her son, she called the City God, and sent a message to Tu Zhuang, Zhao Tong, Mrs. Dong, and Granny Chen, asking Bao Zhengshan to go and see the wine priest. Brew a pot of Longshan tea.

The city lord was not at home, and soon after the city god passed on the word, there were ninth-order immortals going out on the three streets.

On Dongzheng Street, Tu Zhuang walked like flying, and arrived first, passing Jiu Taoist and Bao Zhengshan who had just left; With just one breath, old man Zhao was thrown far away; on Beitong Street, old man Dong was not in a hurry.

After the new tea was brewed, Tu Zhuang and Granny Chen rushed to the door of the tea house, and then slowed down to enter.

Mrs. Shang picked up the teapot, took an empty tea bowl, walked up to the monk, poured tea into the bowl, and asked aloud, "Master has been working so hard from afar. I don't know what you can do in my small town of green willows?"

The pottery shop was close, and the drinker also came drunk, but he didn't go in to talk with him, he just leaned against the door of the tea house, belching lightly, Bao Zhengshan followed behind him, eavesdropping.

One after another strong men entered the door, and the fat monk smiled: "So you are the main family! But don't worry, the monk has no malicious intentions. I came to your city to find the laymen of the four sects who suffered 20 years ago due to the fault of our temple, and make amends. Just begging for forgiveness. When I came to the city, I met a few people, and I didn’t want to be far away. He didn’t know that the injustice had been reversed, and he was frightened when he saw the monk.”

Outside the tea house, the drunk Taoist asked in surprise, "Why are you crying?"

Mrs. Shang, Old Man Dong, Tu Zhuang, and Zhao Tong are well aware of the origins of the villagers of Simen.

Now the master is here.

Now Wei Qing, Bao Zhengshan and others are mostly married, Lady Lu sells the rouge made by the city lord's mansion, everyone feels at ease, just as Poppier calculated, after knowing the truth, it is certain that everyone will scold the city lord for being unscrupulous and cheating others, but how many people really wish Walk?
Knowing that it was difficult for Mrs. Shang to make up her mind on important matters, Old Man Dong also sat down and said, "The Great Monk is here to take someone back?"

Smelling the smell of tea, the monk didn't move to touch the bowl, and smiled wryly: "When the case started, the old grounds of his four sects have been flattened. If you want to get rid of the cause and effect and forget the old hatred, you can move back. This temple will help them rebuild. "

You must forget the resentment before you can move back.

The surviving descendants of the four sects were really afraid of the Buddhist temples to the bone, but because of that unjust case, they lost thousands of lives and had to escape. Who didn't have a close relative die there?If you look into it deeply, how come you don't hide the monstrous hatred?

The current fear is only because of insufficient ability.

A hundred years later, if there is a cultivator who can straighten his waist and speak, should he go to the ear-digging Arhat Temple and ask for an explanation?
At that time, in that monastery, can it be settled by saying that the case is unjust and wrong?
Outside the door, Bao Zhengshan's sobbing became louder and louder, gradually turning into howling.

That guy was born ugly, and the way he cried must be even more shameful!
Sitting next to Monk Dixian, Cao Si looked honest, not daring to ask or speak, but his eyes rolled wildly, staring at the teapot in Mrs. Shang's hand.

I've heard it before, five leaves of Longshan tea are a catty, and I sit at the same table with the earth fairy, why can't I drink a bowl of it?

It wasn't born by her, and she is also a rascal, so Mrs. Shang can't look down on her anyway!

Over there, Dong Ce asked again: "Why does the great monk want him to wait until he puts aside his grudges and erases cause and effect?"

This enmity is really not easy to dissipate, the monk sighed: "When the injustice was decided, the monk was also the one who witnessed it. He had sins added to his body and had nothing else to pay back. He only came to the door to pay gifts and things, and let him be beaten. He couldn't afford it. Human life, the rest is fine!"

There were footsteps on the street, and Bao Zhengshan ran away crying, looking for his companions to report the news.

Voice transmission asked Mrs. Shang, and when she nodded, Dong Ce said: "The great monk wants to find out clearly that this Green Willow City is the land of karma for the Daluo Jinxian. Don't cause trouble, and the rest will be up to you!"

Monk Xiuji clasped his hands together: "Do you dare to disobey your orders?"

Mrs. Shang answered: "Master thinks he will stay for a long time, but in this city, the concierge department, cyclamen, and guest house are all managed by Simen Village. It may be inconvenient for the monk to stay, uh."

Cao Si finally interjected: "Go live at my house!"

When Mrs. Shang looked over, he smiled and said, "I am a middle-aged man, and I have a good house at home."

Last year, for the mountain god banquet, his house had been cleaned up to treat guests, and now weeds are overgrown again, but it is not difficult to clean up only one room where the monk lives.

Mrs. Shang thought about it, except for Cao Si's desire to curry favor with others, it was still suitable, so she nodded: "Master, would you like it?"

The fat monk said: "When I was an immortal, I was an ascetic monk. I have rested on the eaves and the caves, and I got a piece of land. I dare not pick it!"

"Then please feel free, master. My son is not at home right now. If you need to find me, you can also talk to Mr. Dong and Mr. Tu!"

Before she left, she left the teapot on the table.

Cao Si was overjoyed, drank the sweet-scented osmanthus tea in the bowl in one gulp, chewed the tea leaves, reached out to lift the pot, but didn't want the fat monk to hold him down: "Benefactor, you must also prevent your deficiency from being filled."

In front of the Earth Immortal, Cao Si had no temper, so he could only sneer: "I'll take it here so that I can pour it for the Zen master."

The monk ignored him.

From this day on, led by Cao Si, the fat monk's family came to make amends.

There are quite a few villagers in Simen, and the family only goes to one household.

And the monk lived in Cao's house, and Cao Si flattered him back and forth, no matter how much he showed his hospitality, he would not get any benefit except the middleman's reward promised at the beginning.

Taking out Qionghua dew, the monk smiled, turned and went out, and bought a large jar from the wine shop.

In front of the carriage gate, the monk sat quietly for a whole day, and people were no longer afraid of him, but a few old men stopped going out to bask in the sun, and let him sit withered until dark, and no one paid attention to the rest who came in and out.

Brave the rain to go to Cyclamen, and when the merchants who rested last night left, Brother Yuwen closed the door, did not do any work for the day, and let the monk soak in the rain all day.

The same goes for bathhouses and guest houses.

When she arrived at the rouge shop, Mrs. Lu brought out a bucket of excrement, put it beside the monk who was sitting quietly, turned around, and never came out again.

Every house living in the alley, wherever they go, the owner locks the door and people go out.

Other flower shops, fish and bird shops...

No exception.

But the monk, rain or shine, stayed in one household a day, and did not leave until dusk. He took Cao Si to a restaurant to eat and drink, without any signs of discouragement.

On this day, Wei Qing's daughter-in-law, who was still in her confinement, asked a man to change her son's diaper early in the morning, and she changed it clumsily over there, and she began to chant daily: "Marrying you can't beat a fart with three sticks!" My old lady has been unlucky for eight lifetimes. She has to wait for a long time to ask for a bowl of hot water. How could she ever take it to heart and treat it as her own family? You know, that bitch is following the old stuff in the public school and has to learn Wonderful method? You are pouring gold here, hiding it, just nodding your head."

Coincidentally, Cao Si had already led the monk over along Dongzheng Street, pointing out that this family was also from Simen Village, and the monk sat down outside the door and shouted: "Layman, the monk came to apologize!"

He didn't need to call, Wei Qing already knew when he entered the courtyard, and there was a rare smile on his face amidst the daughter-in-law's curse.

First go to the outer shop, take the carved wooden crane, and then return to the inner courtyard.

Wei Qing moved into the city for more than a year, although we knew each other, but Cao Si and him never spoke, only knew him as a cold person, saw the bunk on the way, and turned into the inner room, thought it was the same as another family, Zen Master Dixian has to sit for nothing for a day.

The left and right have been led to the door, and the rest has nothing to do with Fourth Master Cao's business, so he doesn't need to accompany him anymore, he said: "Chan Master, you are busy, I will go to see Master in the restaurant, and we will meet in the evening."

After the monk nodded, he went to the restaurant.

It's not that the fat monk doesn't eat meat, but he prefers to eat vegetarian food. It just so happens that the shopkeeper of the restaurant has that skill, and most of the meat he ordered is for Cao Siyu.

In fact, there is no need to rub the seats of the Immortal Earth, Cao Si can eat and drink with his face in these two places, restaurants and restaurants, and never spend money, just be careful, the rest of the wine will not be stolen by the master.

But as far as Poppi is concerned, when he gets something to eat at Dixian's place, sits at the same table, and praises later, he has face, so he has to wait every day.

Back in the backyard of the woodcarving shop, Wei Qing hugged the infant child away from his mother.

Seeing him holding the baby and holding the sheathed sword in his hand, the young woman on the bed asked, "What are you going to do with this useless thing?"

Wei Qing held the baby in his arms, put the sword by the table, put the wooden crane carved by himself next to the swaddle, leaned over to the baby's face, and finally said: "You know, years ago, I Already advanced to the ninth rank?"

Usually for three to five days, I don't hear a word from the man, but today it's rare to speak, but what he said was unexpected. The daughter-in-law was overjoyed at first, and then dissatisfied: "Why are you hiding it from me?"

Wei Qingdao: "Because you know, first go to the Kun Dao Mansion to show off, and after three to five days, the old ways will revert to the old ways, and the trouble will become serious. What's the use of talking? I can't afford to lose that person!"

These words made his daughter-in-law's eyes almost burst into flames, she got up from the bed, and asked sharply: "Hey dog ​​wood, why did I lose you?"

Wei Qing turned his back on the woman, put the baby on the table, his eyes were a little bit reluctant, and he said: "I only hate myself for being blind, picking up such an unlucky woman, and only making trouble with me, it's nothing at all, but Wei Qing If you want to be raised by this gossip shrew, you have to become a cripple!"

The woman felt chills on her back and jumped out of the bed with bare feet, trying to snatch the baby.

Wei Qing didn't look back, but the sword leaning on the table suddenly became nothing but the scabbard.

The next moment, the sword light flashed.

It pierces through the back of the woman's head, breaks the throat, smashes the tongue and teeth, and then passes through the mouth.

There was only "ho ho" in her throat, and no other sounds.

Still facing away, Wei Qing said again: "I gave birth to a child for me, but I killed you with my own hands. I'm so sorry. If I don't die today, I will run away and burn paper for you on festivals; if I die, I will bury it together. Let you curse!"

The woman put a hand on his shoulder from behind, but it was already weak and could not be moved.

When she completely collapsed, Wei Qing raised his head: "Chenghuang, please tell Mrs. Shang that it was her son who deceived me to wait here. Please help raise my child, and I will not owe you anything!"

After finishing speaking, he no longer looked at the child on the table, his eyes turned indifferent again, he raised his sword and went out, kicked his feet, leaped high and flew high, and then fell, his feet had already stepped on the bluestone slab outside the pavement.

The sword was moving in the backyard, and the immortal monk on the street was already shocked.

But Mrs. Shang, Taoist Jiu, Tu Zhuang, Dong Ce, etc., were all still at home when the city god warned them.

Wei Qing made a sudden move, no one could save his wife, and when he confronted the monk, he didn't know who to help when the imperial treasure came.

Outside the door of the woodcarving shop, facing the monk, Wei Qing said coldly: "Including my parents, brothers and sisters, the four sects have lost thousands of lives. Monk, you have a high level of cultivation and come here from a long way. Dare to face each other with swords, want to be laughed at by you?"

The fat monk's face was serious, and he clasped his hands together: "Layman, the injustice that happened back then was indeed a great crime for this monastery, but please forgive me. If you ask for anything, the monk can answer all difficult things!"

"I, Wei Qing, do not ask for help in anything. I only made an oath from the day my family was destroyed. I hope that in this life, there will be a day when the Ear-Putting Arhat Temple will be leveled. Can the monk help?"

Let the monk raise his eyebrows: "The gnat may shake the tree, don't provoke the arhat to get angry!"

"Vald donkey, then please take my sword!"

Killed one person just now, but on the Fearless Sword that was shown again, the cold light was shining, not a single drop of blood was stained on it!

20 years of hatred, all accumulated on the sword, cultivated to be unparalleled in the sharpness of Taoism, and even the fifth-level monk is the only one I have ever seen in my life!

"Phew!"

"It's..."

The monk folds his cymbals together, and he knows his name when he sees it. One is Zhengfa, and the other is elegant tone.

They are two treasures, when they are closed, the crisp cymbal sound makes Wei Qing's eardrums burst!

But Wuwei struck a sword, and the two cymbals couldn't be held together. Amidst the sharp sound of Daoist rubbing, the sword pierced through, and then the sword went straight, piercing the fat monk's heart!
Piercing into the flesh, the sword was sharp and Daoist, and it was still strangling the monk's soul!

Give this son a few more years, and he will become an Earth Immortal. It must be a great evil for one side and a great disaster for this temple!
Suddenly, the fat monk who was badly injured disappeared.

The bloodless Fearless Sword stands out of thin air.

The body of an earth fairy can hide in life objects, but Zhengfa Yayin, it is hard to guess which cymbal is his life object!
"Since he has good skills, the monk will not learn from Bodhisattvas to lower their brows and show the vajra's glaring eyes again!"

"Phew!"

The two cymbals were struck again out of thin air, shaking Wei Qing so much that his footing was unsteady.

In addition to his astonishing Dao will at this initial ninth level, his body of a human being is still too thin.

The Zhengfa cymbal flew towards Wei Qing's neck!

On the side of West Main Street, embroidery needles and bone-chopping knives buzzed and flew towards them; , Tu Zhuang bent his bow and nocked his arrow, and yelled, "Monk, keep me!"

The closest to the woodcarving shop is the pottery shop opposite.

A large earthen altar appeared silently, and it was about to cover Wei Qing.

But the difference between the fifth level of Earth Immortal and the new first level is that the Yayin cymbal flashed out of thin air, and after flying past, took away a head.

Under the Wangqing altar, only cover the body.

(End of this chapter)