This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

The first time Lu Hanjiang heard the name Master Bugui was not long after he joined Jinyiwei. This person is a well-known wandering monk, not only in Jianghu, but even many important people in the court have heard of this name. person's name.

Master Bugui should be about the same age as Lingxu, the abbot of Northern Shaolin. Before Lu Hanjiang was born, he roamed the rivers and lakes, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue in every state in the world.

But Master Bugui does not belong to any side. Since his debut, he has been a lone monk, not staying in a certain place, not making friends with anyone, and not getting involved in the affairs of the world.

This is also the reason why Jin Yiwei never took care of him. There are countless strange people in the world. As long as it is not a bastard who clamors to be a chivalrous man and then uses martial arts to violate the ban, the court will generally not care.

Jin Yiwei's energy is not unlimited, he is already tired of dealing with this group of weed-like Jianghu people, why bother to cause so many troubles for himself.

However, judging from the current situation, this time it was Jin Yiwei who made a mistake. Master Bugui might not be a quiet lone monk, and the forces hidden behind this monk are equally astonishing.

But soon Lu Hanjiang stopped being entangled, because it wasn't just his Jin Yiwei who lost his eyes, even the whole world was deceived by this old monk.

To this day, people all over the world still think that this monk is an ascetic monk who devotes himself to cultivation, so people have to admire the strength of this old monk.

Back to reality, Lu Hanjiang, led by the monk Lingjing, came to a thatched hut in the back mountain.

"Master Bugui came here to wait several months ago, benefactor please please." Monk Lingjing stopped in front of the thatched cottage, and then made a gesture of invitation to Lu Hanjiang.

Lu Hanjiang didn't step into it in a hurry. He first looked at the residence of Master Bugui. It was next to a pool. The water source came from the clear spring flowing down from the top of the mountain behind, forming a waterfall here.

The water reflects the spirit and cleanses the heart. At first glance, it is indeed a place with a very sublime artistic conception. I am afraid that this is also one of the treasures of Northern Shaolin. They are willing to lend this place to Master Bugui to live in. This also shows that the master His reputation is indeed astonishingly high.

However, after Lu Hanjiang approached the thatched cottage and closed his eyes to feel it for a while, he couldn't help showing a strange expression on his face. He looked back at Lingjing and asked, "Master Lingjing, I don't know who came up with the idea to let the Doesn’t Master Gui live here?”

Monk Lingjing looked at Lu Hanjiang strangely, and said, "Why did the benefactor ask this question? This place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it is a rare geomantic treasure in the world. Is there anything wrong with arranging Master Bugui here?"

Lu Hanjiang said meaningfully: "It's true, there are mountains and water, it's a good place."

After finishing speaking, he laughed, stepped forward and pushed open the wooden door of the thatched cottage, stepped inside, leaving Monk Lingjing in place, confused.

Shang Luo, who was following behind, curled her lips and did not follow Lu Hanjiang into the house. She was not interested in what did not belong to the master. Instead of going in and listening to the two of them tell riddles, it is better to take a good tour of the Northern Shaolin.

So Shang Luo pulled up to Yongle and left. The little princess was still a little puzzled at this time. She followed Shang Luo and asked as she walked: "A Luo, what does your husband mean? What’s wrong with this place’s stunning scenery?”

Shang Luo turned her head and pointed to the waterfall behind the pool, and said slowly: "This is also called excellent? Normal people living here will definitely be disturbed by the sound of breaking water so that they can't sleep. My family lives here, I mean in my heart that I want to drive people away quickly."

Yongle was dumbfounded, she just turned around to look, sure enough, the sound of the waterfall seemed natural and wonderful at first glance, but when she thought about it carefully, such a place is really not suitable for living.

Seeing Yong Le's dazed expression, Shang Luo chuckled and dragged him away together.

Monk Lingjing, who was not far behind them, had an expression of disbelief at the moment, he was the narrow-minded guy Shang Luo said.

But there is a lesson to be learned, Lingjing is definitely not trying to drive away Master Bugui, he really thinks that this place has unique scenery and is a good place to practice Zen and discuss Taoism.

But now, after listening to Shang Luo's explanation, he closed his eyes and felt it for a while, and realized that there was no need to talk about practicing Zen. The sound of rushing water made his scalp numb, and he couldn't calm down at all.

Leaving aside the self-blame and embarrassment that Monk Lingjing would feel outside, Lu Hanjiang entered the thatched cottage, and finally met the rumored master who did not return.

I saw this old monk with a long beard, peaceful eyebrows and eyes, and a kind face. Sitting on the futon, he was almost as kind as a Buddha statue. With his dark skin and thin body, he looked like an ordinary old man at first glance. Praise, only those old but not muddy eyes.

The coarse cloth monk's robe on the old monk's body has been washed old and turned white. In his hand, he has a dilapidated bamboo stick that can be seen everywhere, and a pair of simple woven straw sandals under his feet. This is all the wealth of the master.

After Lu Hanjiang came in, he just looked down at him quietly, and said after a while: "I don't belong to the master, I have admired his name for a long time, and I didn't bring a gift when I came to the door for the first time. You shouldn't be surprised."

"Amitabha."

Master Bugui got up from the futon, his shriveled body was thinner than expected, and he couldn't reach Lu Hanjiang's shoulders when he straightened up.

He raised his head and said slowly: "The benefactor came from a long way, this sincerity is the best gift, I thank you."

Lu Hanjiang asked with a half-smile: "Since Master Bugui is willing to come out to meet each other, why bother to say such self-deceiving words? Just now a young monk said that Buddha is everywhere. Could it be that even people like Master, Can you also see the Buddha?"

"Why not?"

Master Bugui raised his left hand slightly, and Lu Hanjiang noticed that there seemed to be something in the sleeve of the other party. He squinted his eyes and looked at the cuff. After a while, a black and blue scorpion crawled out of it.

"This is?" Lu Hanjiang asked enthusiastically. He had known the poisonous insects in the world according to the illustrated book, but he had never seen this kind of scorpion.

The scorpion let out a hoarse cry of "hissing", climbed up Master Bugui's arm to the other's shoulder, and aimed the tail needle that was as long as the index finger at Lu Hanjiang, as if to be on guard.

Master Bugui raised his hand to touch the scorpion, and said: "This scorpion is the most poisonous thing in the world, just a drop of scorpion poison can kill hundreds of people, but this old monk keeps it by his side, and he has never harmed it in his life. over one person."

"Oh, so what?" Lu Hanjiang's eyes moved away from Xiezi, and fell on Master Bugui again.

Master Bugui replied: "It's a natural poison, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone, why not call it kind. Since I stepped into the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, I have never killed a person or murdered a person in half my life. , are all great virtues and great benevolence, so why can’t we see the real Buddha?”