Qingchuan History

Chapter 820 Hunting
The monks in front of the temple gate dealt with the people who came in a continuous stream. It had been half a morning since dawn.

Has been unhurried, advance and retreat properly.

After the young man wearing a bamboo hat appeared and answered the question for a while, the abbot and the common people who helped clean up the steps in front of the steps to thank the Buddha for his protection suddenly saw him, his body seemed to be frozen, and then he turned around and went up the long steps, walking faster than ever.

So that everyone looked at the man in the bamboo hat in front of the temple gate.

Gu Xinglang explained that he didn't want to reveal his identity, and he didn't need the abbot to greet him. Seeing that the monk who reported the letter turned his back to him for a moment, he quickly walked over to the abbot's side, knowing that he had finished speaking, he also stepped up the green steps.

Everyone didn't turn their eyes away, only to feel that this young man was clearly wearing a plain cloth shirt and a simple bamboo hat, which was so eye-catching, but walking in the drizzle, he seemed to be stained with stars, frost and moonlight.

"After two years of absence, the master's demeanor has not diminished, and his wisdom has become brighter."

The current abbot of Yinlin Temple is the head monk from the year before last.

"Your Majesty is here, and I welcome you if you are far away, and I hope you will forgive me."

Obviously the monk who sent the message did not convey the holy intention in detail, and the abbot did not salute, and still bowed in a subtle way.

"It's my abruptness, I didn't know it. The master took in the people, and it really helped me. This time, Hidden Forest has made meritorious service. When the situation subsides, it should be rewarded for its merits."

"Your Majesty, you don't need to worry about it. The pure land of Buddhism, I only wish to save all living beings."

Gu Xinglang smiled and motioned to enter the hall to meet each other.He went in, but didn't say anything, and ordered the secret guard to show Tong Jun's portrait.

This portrait is not easy to find. Based on Qi Tianzi's informants all over Qingchuan, it was only on the third day after receiving Ruan Xueyin's suggestion that he managed to get one.

Maybe only six or seven cents.

However, Gu Xinglang saw hope in the peaceful eyes of the abbot.

"Have."

The man entered the temple on a rainy night, quite embarrassed, with injuries on his body, and only said that he was attacked during the riot.There were many people who came to seek asylum last night, and the monk took him in immediately without any doubt, and gave him herbs to heal his injuries.

"This person is one of the sources of the riots. I also hope that the abbot will allow me to take him away."

He is the Son of Heaven, and he doesn't need anyone's consent to win.

This is a king's gift, paying homage to famous temples, and even more to Buddhism.

"Of course." The abbot replied, and immediately called the monk to take two hidden guards.

The incense is curled up, the Buddha's face is majestic, and the hall is as solemn as before, with a king and a monk standing under the red gold Buddha statue.

"Has anyone come to watch the lotus in the past two years?" the king suddenly asked.

"Your Majesty forgot, that year after Her Royal Highness watched the lotus, the mouth of the well was sealed."

"What I'm going to ask next is just for discussion, and there is no intention of disrespecting Buddhism." Gu Xinglang turned around and looked at the abbot, "Is the method of watching the lotus an oracle or a human trick?"

The abbot's face was as calm as deep water, "The queen watched the lotus in the past, and the lamp sank into the water. Your majesty saw it with her own eyes."

"What you see may not be true. Monks don't tell lies. In front of the Buddha, I hope the master will make it clear."

"Amitabha Buddha. Believe it or not, and doubt it. That's why you asked the question. You have doubts in your heart, and you can't let go of them for a long time. No matter how the poor monk gives you the answer, you won't believe it."

"Then let me change the question. Is there an oracle in this world?"

The abbot was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking, "The question you asked about, if it refers to prophecy,"

"how?"

The abbot smiled, "In the eyes of the poor monk, the king has spent half his life prophesying—because he can predict the general situation, he can turn the tide. If a person understands the world he lives in enough and stands tall enough, he can see the rolling tide of time." All kinds of laws in it can be predicted and acted according to the words."

Gu Xinglang thought for a while, "I understand what the master said, there is no so-called oracle, or some unreasonable induction."

"If your majesty asks that," the abbot said with a solemn expression, "there are many schools of Buddhism, and there is a method of dream contemplation. I don't know if it can be counted as some inspiration from your majesty."

Gu Xinglang was actually asking both Heluotu and Mengzhao, but he didn't make it clear.

The word "Dream" was uttered directly by the eminent monk, and he was in a daze for a moment, "Is it a method of cultivation?"

"Unremitting efforts are required to obtain the news of Zhou He, and then manifest it in dreams."

"So the dream omen exists."

"The teacher of the poor monk, Master Yuyi had cultivated to the highest level before he passed away."

"How about you, Master?"

"Amitabha. The practice of dream contemplation is not a common Buddhist practice method in Qingchuan. It is obtained from the teacher's wanderings and has not been taught to the disciples in the temple."

"It's true, and it always needs to be practiced. It's not a talent." The king said again, as if asking or talking to himself.

"Zhouhe Wanxiang is silent. The poor monk is willing to remain in awe, and when dealing with visions, he will only answer what he knows for sure - such as the method of watching the lotus, which is not man-made."

There are many things for which there are no ready-made answers.

Going forward is the answer.

There was a report outside the hall. It was the dark guard who had returned, but no one was found.

"I did place him in that house last night, and after that, I also sent medicines—" The monk next to him looked at the king, a little at a loss.

Gu Xinglang and Yan Bu came out, "Speaking of earlier, the temple is distributing meals to the common people, may I ask who is in charge?"

After the meal was over, the responsible monk was invited to identify the portraits on the spot.

"I think I've seen it before." There were too many people, and he was a little uncertain.

In extreme times, "when is" is enough.Tong Jun had had breakfast, so he had just left.

"Pass down the order, go out of the hidden forest, and chase west." Gu Xinglang turned around.

"To the farthest west?" The dark guard hurriedly followed.

Gu Xinglang nodded. "Send a letter to Shen Ji, send some elites to the border to stop."

Of course it was Ruan Moxi who chased and killed Tong Jun, at least it was the force manipulating the situation—at this point, Ruan Xueyin's judgment was [-]% correct.Therefore, Tong Jun did not dare to go north to enter Wei, nor did he dare to go south or east to enter Qi.

They can only go to the extreme west, escape from the border to the land of no one.

But everything is an exception.It's hard to guarantee that this person knows how to turn around, and thinking of this level makes his troops risky.

Gu Xinglang has been in power for ten years, and he has always insisted on one thing: Never underestimate your opponent, no matter who it is.It takes luck in the end to take risks and odds, and only if you do everything well can you win the game.

"Don't take up the line completely in the south, north and east. Keep searching and speed up." He turned over and ran for the night, and galloped into the rain and fog in an instant.

The two groups of people were divided into dozens or even hundreds of teams, chasing one person.he mused.When the calculations and deduction came to an end, there was only a fight left.

All the way to the west, the clouds parted, the drizzle gradually weakened to nothing, and we passed the bright sun for hundreds of miles.

Although riots can be seen everywhere, they are not as severe as they were thought to be. Because officers and soldiers were dispatched from all over the country to quell them, they were not completely suppressed because they could not hurt the people and the methods were milder.

Gu Xinglang's body was covered with rain, water, smoke and dust. After being exposed to the bright sun and the galloping wind, it turned white again, leaving only inconspicuous traces.As we got closer to the western border, the stratus clouds gathered again, and the raindrops fell, a little heavy, and the momentum was stronger than that in the east.

There are fewer cities and counties, but the sound of fighting comes over.

He urged the horse to go there.

"Let the subordinates first—"

Gu Xinglang remained silent and drove the horse harder.The dark guard stopped talking and followed closely.

The horse rides the wind and rain, causing the earth to shake.

Although there are only two riders, they are extremely powerful.

The rain became more and more fierce, and the forest was crackled with gusts of wind. The crystal water droplets stained with blood turned into a little bit of cinnabar, which slid from the tip of the leaves and dripped onto Gu Xinglang's white clothes.

All the corpses under their feet had their eyes open, obviously the fighting had shifted from one end to the other.There is no sound of horses singing, only the sound of sword-to-blade clashing. In the wind and rain, it is like thousands of people plucking lutes in their arms.

There are not thousands of people.

Maybe the two sides combined at the beginning of the fight, but at this moment, the naked eye can only see a maximum of ten people.

The most powerful man held a sword in his left hand and a gun in his right, with the hilt of the knife facing his waist and the sharp blade facing outwards, he spun vigorously and knocked down the four of them, at the same time he caught the sneak attack from the top of his head with the tip of the gun and sealed his throat with a stab.

He is wearing silver armor, his specifications are higher than ordinary soldiers, of course he is General Qi.Most of the people in the army have specialties, which are suitable for marching and fighting, but they are rarely like this, using two kinds of weapons at the same time, coming casually.

"Shen Ji actually came here in person." The dark guard has no official position, and is a close confidant of the emperor. When talking about military generals in the court, he does not call him an adult, but calling him by his first name like this still makes people feel respectful.

What Gu Xinglang thinks is that Shen Ji's ability to gain the upper hand against martial artists alone is certainly not something that can be achieved by only starting to practice martial arts at the age of 14.

Some comprehensions came too late because of the trust and the passion of the youth.

Ruan Xueyin clearly didn't tell him some things, and today, based on deduction alone, it is almost inseparable.

Gu Xinglang had already reined in his horse, standing under the tree with bloody leaves to watch.There were still fights farther away than where Shen Ji was. It seemed that three or four people besieged one, mixed with silver armor and civilian clothes. It was quite far away, and he couldn't tell whether the besieged was Tong Jun.

Right, otherwise the two parties wouldn't be fighting each other.Different from the commoner warriors who had killing moves with their hands, the silver armored soldiers obviously protected that person because of the emperor's order.

Tong Jun's skill looks good.

That's right, this person is Ruan Zhong's close attendant, who followed from Prince Rui's Mansion to Yin Palace.Ruan Zhong has a good skill, he must be good.

Shen Ji eliminated all the opponents around him when the other end was in a stalemate, rushed away, and grabbed Tong Jun by the back of the neck from the chaos.

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