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Chapter 226 Xie Lingjiang: Sit down, big brother (add another chapter!)

In the morning, the genius is bright.

The vicinity of the early fasting courtyard of Donglin Temple began to heat up, filling the stomachs of monks and laymen doing morning classes.

It's just that except for Zaozhaiyuan, most of the other palaces and courtyards in the temple are dimly lit and the shadows of people are lingering.

This is the case in Beitian Jiyangyuan, where most people have not yet awakened.

What's more, she didn't know that in front of the dry well in the backyard, a beautiful figure in red clothes appeared, full of dust.

"The well rope has traces of being newly used..."

At the mouth of the well, Xie Lingjiang took a breath, bent down to look around, and the tiredness disappeared immediately.

Without saying a word, she jumped into the well and jumped into the underground palace.

Xie Lingjiang landed lightly on the ground, her tiptoes touched the ground first, and landed on the lotus pedestal.

"Big Brother!"

She called to look around.

You can wait for him to glance around the underground palace named "Pure Land".

The words swallowed back.

Xie Lingjiang took a deep breath, ignoring Monk Xiuzhen who got up from the darkness and walked over.

Her figure swept like the wind, and she quickly walked around the entire underground palace twice, and finally returned to the lotus pedestal.

"Not here..." Xie Lingjiang murmured.

The brilliance of the bottom of the eyes gradually dimmed.

In the underground palace, there is only a strange haggard monk who seems to be sleeping.

"Wait, this is it?"

Xie Ling Jiang Yuguang suddenly glanced at something, looked down,

On the half-meter-high lotus pedestal next to him, lay an empty gray monk's robe quietly.

Xie Lingjiang slowly stretched out his hand, picked up the monk's robe, lowered his head and slightly shrugged his nose.

"It's senior brother, it's unmistakable... He also likes long sleeves, and the daily wrinkles on the sleeves are what he often carries on his clothes.

"He... he wore this monk's robe and sat on this lotus platform? People... people, where did he go... where did the senior brother go..."

Her eyes lit up suddenly, then dimmed again, and she fell down on the stone seat, her hands tightly clutching the clothes left by Ouyang Rong on the stone seat.

At this moment, the ground next to Xie Lingjiang's feet resounded "cracking" several times in a row, like some kind of combined sound of marbles bouncing off the ground.

She bent down in a daze, picked up the beads, and looked down carefully.

This is a round bead, crystal clear, faintly emitting a little moonlight.

It looks like a night pearl.

I don't know whether it fell from the lotus pedestal or slipped from the monk's robe in Xie Lingjiang's hand.

"This is... the luminous pearl that senior brother gave me. It is precious, how could it be left here. Senior senior brother is not a person who throws away carelessly."

Xie Lingjiang stared at the monk's robe and night pearl left on the lotus pedestal, and said to himself slowly:

"Why are only clothes and night pearls left...

"Sister Li said before that he was coming to the underground palace to ascend to the pure land, to ascend to the pure land?
"How... how is it possible to ascend, there is no pure land in this world, he has not even practiced, it must be fake, how is it possible..."

Xie Lingjiang's words gradually froze.

She looked up at a beam of skylight falling from the mouth of the well above her head.

It just happened to shine on Xie Lingjiang whose face was gradually revealing disbelief.

It also fell on the place where Ouyang Rong sat last night.

The underground palace is dark, only this beam of light seems to fall on the chosen person.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her red lips were a little pale:
"Is there really a pure land... Is it true that Master Zhongma became a Buddha in the flesh?

"Eldest senior brother also ascended physically? Is there really a pure land in this world that a man like him would look forward to..."

At this time, Xiuzhen came out of the darkness with a sad expression on her face:

"Amitabha, female Bodhisattva, this place is the pure land of lotus flowers, and above is the endless hell! Come here quickly, don't stand there..."

Xie Lingjiang turned his head suddenly, interrupted the withered monk's words and asked:

"Where is my senior brother? Have you been here...have you met my senior brother?"

Xiuzhen looked puzzled:
"Who is the female bodhisattva elder brother? Also ascended to this pure land?"

Xie Lingjiang's tone trembled, and he raised the gray monk's robe in his hand to signal:
"He wore this monk's robe not long ago, and may have sat here, and this bead is also his;

"He is eight feet tall, and there is a faint scar on the right forehead that has not yet healed. His cheeks are thin and handsome. In addition, he treats people with gentleness, like a spring breeze, and occasionally loves to toss, which is unexpected..."

Xie Lingjiang spoke extremely fast and tried hard to describe it.

Suddenly, Xiuzhen put her hands together:

"The female Bodhisattva was talking about the benefactor who had purple eyes last night? The poor monk remembered that he was wearing the monk robe at that time."

"My eyes are full of purple... He, where has he gone?" Xie Lingjiang asked in a daze.

Xiuzhen nodded: "The female Bodhisattva was looking for him, so I said earlier, the female Bodhisattva, please come with the poor monk, he is here!"

Xiuzhen brought Xie Lingjiang to the east side of the underground palace in front of the mural of "Prince Satu sacrificed himself to feed a tiger".

With a happy face, he pointed to the compassionate Buddha on the mural who sacrificed himself to feed the tiger and became a Buddha: "Look, female Bodhisattva, he is inside."

Xie Lingjiang made a small mouthful.

Xiuzhen pointed her index finger at the other three murals, and said with a smile:

"Female benefactor, he will go here, here, and here in the future! If you stay in the pure land, you can observe with the poor monk."

"He went to the mural? Is there really a pure land... Is the eldest brother a reincarnated immortal in mythology? No wonder he is so different. He just descended to the world to accumulate merit and ascend to perfection..."

Xie Lingjiang looked around in a daze at the underground palace buildings on the left and right.

The hands holding the monk's robe and Ye Mingzhu slowly hang down to the sides of the body.

For a moment, I looked around in a daze.

The palace fell into silence.

I don't know how long it took.

"Hey, female Bodhisattva, why are you leaving? Don't, don't go up there. There is an endless hell above. Come down quickly, female Bodhisattva, and stay in the Lotus Pure Land with the poor monk..."

Xie Lingjiang couldn't remember how she left the Dry Well Palace.

I don't remember how I got rid of the monks from the Jiyangyuan who came forward to ask, and walked out of the Beitian Jiyangyuan.

Xie Lingjiang lowered his head and stared at the gray monk's robe and the night pearl in his hand.

Walking slowly on the unfamiliar corridor in the temple, on both sides are towering blue tiles and yellow walls.

She blankly walked through the Buddhist halls, sutras and pagodas.

It turned out that the bright red dress looked dim.

It seems that after a day and night of toil and toss, it was wetted by the morning dew, and this lively bright red was dyed into a deep gray tone.

Even so, her red dress is still the most colorful and beautiful scenery in the temple of Qingdeng Ancient Buddha.

It's just that this landscape is a little bit withered, like a red rose withered on a cloudy day.

At this moment, the sky is completely bright, and it is slightly bright in the morning.

Xie Lingjiang passed a pagoda and a scripture copying hall faintly as if he was sleepwalking all the way, and gradually stopped in front of a yellow wall.

She smelled the smell of hot porridge and steamed buns.

Xie Lingjiang's face was dazed, and he came back to his senses, and belatedly raised his hand to touch his abdomen.

She turned her head and took a closer look. Behind the wall should be the Zaozhai courtyard in the temple.

There was a faint noise and the smell of food.

Xie Lingjiang remained silent for a while, walked around the yellow wall, and walked into the Zaozhai courtyard.

Quite familiar with the road, he found a corner, sat down and waited for a meal with a calm and dull expression.

She is quite familiar with this morning fast house.

I still remember that Xie Lingjiang had breakfast here with his father, senior brother and Aunt Zhen.
I remember that Aunt Zhen almost gave her a jade bracelet from a big brother and mother at that time, if she could...

It's a pity that there is no if.

Some people, some things, missing it seems to be forever.

"It seems that this star is not from last night, for whom will the wind and dew stand at midnight."

Xie Lingjiang satirized himself in a low voice.

Before the porridge and rice from the back kitchen were served, she suddenly reached out and dragged a small clay pot on the table to her front, opened the lid of the pot, and took a small piece of pickled radish into her mouth.

Take one piece, two pieces, three pieces...

For a moment, I saw monks and guests sitting half full in the spacious breakfast hall. In a corner of the hall, the shoulders of the girl in red, who was buried in eating pickled radish, could not help but twitch slightly, but there was no sound of crying.

She pinched the chopsticks and kept putting pieces of radish in her mouth.

Such a wave of eating, of course the small earthen pots in the back are not enough to eat, Xie Lingjiang did not raise his head, and reached out to grab the vegetable jars on the empty table next door.

Fortunately, Xie Lingjiang was sitting in the corner of the lobby, and this weird scene of eating pickled radishes was not very eye-catching.

"...Hey, the master specifically told us not to make any noise...the scripture-copying hall has not been opened for the past two days, and no visitors are accepted...the guards of the hall are too scared to go...the sound of the Buddha statue is simply too creepy , Hey, our temple hasn’t done anything immoral recently...nor have we done it before!”

The lobby of Zaozhaiyuan was quite lively, and there was a faint sigh of a young novice not far away:

"The master said, you are like a god in judging cases, and you happen to be in the monastery, let the little monk take you there, and help me take a look, you just inspected the scripture copying hall, how is it, do you have any clues?
"Here, here is the list of visitors who have entered and left the scripture copying hall in the past month that you just ordered...

"Well, eat slowly, the monk will bring you a jar of pickled radishes again, not to brag to you, the hot rice porridge with pickled radishes in our Zaozhaiyuan is simply the best in Dragon City, and there are lay pilgrims who travel thousands of miles down the mountain I came here to eat..."

At this moment, there was another young man's voice that sounded slightly magnetic, as if he had a cold in the throat.

"The Buddha statue makes strange noises, which means that someone is calling for grievances, and the Buddha has appeared. By the way, is your Donglin Temple a black temple in private? With the moon dark and the wind high, you quietly do some dirty things that others don't know about?"

"The county lord is wronged! Let's abide by the law..."

"Okay, don't complain to me, I'm not in charge of this matter, I just help you to see it for the sake of treating me to breakfast.

"It's a very simple idea. Since the Buddha statue is making abnormal noises, there is something wrong with the Buddha statue in the temple. Check the Buddha statue and don't scare yourself... I will finally show you a clear way.

"Don't be afraid of any damage to your reputation, keep it secret, write a report file, go down the mountain immediately, and send all the clues such as the abnormal noise from the scripture copying hall, and the record of visitors and visitors in this scripture copying hall to the Longcheng County Government. Give it to Detective Yan and ask them to come and investigate.

"But remember, don't mention my name in front of them."

Xie Lingjiang raised his head in a daze, and pricked up his ears to hear the familiar young voice stop at this moment, as if he was chewing pickled radish, paused, and continued with a slight sigh to himself:

"Hey, I just came up to have a last morning meal, um, there are pickled radishes, and I will leave after filling my stomach... Why do you have so many troubles in your temple? I really owe you."

The little novice was stunned curiously: "One last meal? Where is the county master going? Will you never come to our temple again?"

"Don't inquire about your lord's affairs. Alright, Xiufa, go about your business and bring what I just said to Master Shandao.

"Let's go, leave me alone, I want to finish this meal quietly."

"Oh, good magistrate, I won't bother you, little monk."

At the corner, Xie Lingjiang suddenly stood up, took a deep breath on the spot, then turned around and walked silently to the dining table for two not far away.

At the table, there were two people sitting facing each other, and they were the two who just heard the conversation.

One was a young novice monk with a shiny bald head, and his seat was facing Xie Lingjiang.

There is another young man in plain clothes and a low-brimmed felt hat.

This low-key attire is not very eye-catching just in the breakfast hall.

Xie Lingjiang held the handle of the knife with his right hand, and walked behind the young man who was bending over the table to cook rice without saying a word.

At this moment, in front of the table, there seemed to be a little novice named "Xiufa" pecking at the rice and nodding in response.

Get up and prepare to leave.

But in the next second, Xiufa froze and stopped in place.

"County... Lord of the County."

The little novice's pupils reflected a shadow of a red-clothed figure, pressing down like a mountain, and the red shadow in his pupils was getting bigger and bigger.

"Why? Why don't you leave, what are you doing stupidly?"

The young man in the felt hat pursed his lips and raised his head speechlessly.

But the next moment, the felt hat on his head was gone.

A pair of handsome eyebrows and eyes were exposed, as well as a slightly red nose underneath.

"No, you..."

Ouyang Rong immediately lowered his face, turned his head annoyed, and looked behind him.

However, it suddenly hit a pair of staring willow eyes with red-rimmed eyes.

And his felt hat was being picked up by a white and plain hand.

Xie Lingjiang stood condescendingly, with a stern face and cold eyes.

Ouyang Rong leaned back tactically with his upper body, and supported the bench under his buttocks with his hands.

The two looked at each other silently.

Xiuzhen, mouth, rolled her eyes at the two of them, regardless of their young age, their ability to read words and expressions is not bad.

Sensing that the atmosphere was not good, he haha ​​twice:

"Eh, it's Miss Xie. Good morning, Miss Xie...Well, the county lord, the little monk has to go down the mountain to report the crime, so let's go first."

The bald little novice monk put oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away.

"you……"

Ouyang Rong's expression changed.

"Wait, don't run so fast, I suddenly know how to investigate this case, wait for me..."

With an uneasy expression on his face, he hurriedly got up and chased after the beautiful hair.

Unfortunately, the next moment, a certain felt hat came back on his head.

There is also a bare hand with veins showing faintly on the felt hat.

Ouyang Rong was held in place by Xie Lingjiang.

He maintained the starting running posture of bending over and half standing up, but at this moment, he was immobilized as if he had been cast with a holding spell.

Only a pair of beady eyes were left slightly turned sideways.

I saw the tall junior sister in red clothes in front of me, holding down the felt hat on his head with one hand, and tightly grasping the familiar skirt knife worn around his waist with the other.

In this situation, Ouyang Rong was a little skeptical. In the next second, the junior sister would pull out the knife with a backhand grip, and the light of the knife flashed, letting him, the big brother, fall to the ground and completely relieve his hatred.

Ouyang Rong found that the small crown with black hair on top of her head was a little crooked, her temples were a little messy, and the eye sockets were also flushed.

The silkworm with pitiful eyebrows lies on two crescent moons, looking a bit haggard.

There was still a bit of pickled radish red oil on the corners of the lips that hadn't been wiped clean, but it seemed that the vermilion lips without rouge became more red and tender.

Seemingly aware of the gaze, the little junior sister turned her face away and seemed to suck Qiong's nose.

She puffed up her cheeks and nodded slowly:

"Sit down, senior brother."

Ouyang Rong: ...

　or2 I'm sorry, good brothers, it's a bit late, and here's a [-]-word chapter.Report the reason for being late. After coding all night until [-]:[-] in the morning, my eyelids started to fight, but I didn’t dare to break the text, so I lay on my back on the bed and squinted for a while, slept until [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and woke up until now...

　　
　
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