Juvenile Gexing Drunken Dirge Song

Chapter 18 Khotan Kingdom

Apocalypse City, in the imperial palace, two young men with long swords hanging from their waists were sitting in front of them twisting a string of Buddhist beads. The man in a green robe bowed and said respectfully, "According to the spy Come to report, that monk has gone to Khotan country, and there are three people with him, one is wearing a red shirt, one is wearing a blue dress, and the other is a person." Then he stopped talking and didn't say anything more. .

After the man heard this, the movement of his hands slowed down a little, and a strange voice echoed in the hall, "What's wrong with the other person?"

"There is another person who is wearing a good Suzhou embroidery. It is said that he defeated Ziyihou and Baifaxian. His strength is probably in the realm of Xiaoyaotian. He used a long sword. According to the Jianghu people who survived that battle, that person His sword skills are not bad." Another person added after being stunned.

"Oh? The young man who defeated the white-haired fairy, have you found out the details of the other two people?" Hearing this, the man stopped the movement of his hand and reached for the handle on the side The sword has an emerald green body, and two koi fish are inlaid on the hilt.

"One is said to be the owner of an inn. He didn't make any moves along the way. He only knows that he is good at light work. The other may be from Leijiabao."

"Lei's family? Hmph, you are so courageous!" The man brushed his fingers over the blade of the sword and snorted coldly.

"However, that monk is quite capable. I thought he would die this time, but he was escorted by a master, a young man with a sword. It's interesting." The man said thoughtfully. , as if speaking to those two people, but also as if speaking to myself.

"Lingjun, Boyong, prepare the horse, I'll go there myself." The man held the sword in one hand, but did not put down the string of beads in the other hand.

"Yes." The two didn't say anything more, they just agreed and walked out of the hall.

On the other side, after several days of trekking, Bai Xuan and his party finally arrived at the Kingdom of Khotan. Although they didn't encounter any horse thieves along the way, they lost their way again. Fortunately, they finally arrived at Khotan. The purpose of this line.

Khotan country, on the street, Bai Xuan and his party looked at the ragged monks in the street, Lei Wujie was the first to say, "Bai Xuan, why are these monks dressed in rags and begging for food all the way? It is completely different from our monks in Beili, where the monks are very reluctant to wear gold clothes to show their status."

As soon as the words fell, Lei Wujie received a slap on the head, and when he looked intently, it was Xiao Se who hit him. Lei Wujie looked at Xiao Se and asked with resentment, "Xiao Se, why did you hit me?"

"The monks here are different from those in the Central Plains. The monks here advocate asceticism. They are the so-called ascetics. If you force them to wear gorgeous cassocks and eat delicious food, not only will they not be grateful to you, but you will also be forced to eat delicious food." I will blame you for destroying others' practice." Xiao Se ignored Lei Wujie's resentful eyes, and casually gave Lei Wujie a few words of popular science.

Bai Xuan on the side also nodded repeatedly when he heard it, and then said, "They have a saying that people are born to suffer in the world. Soar."

Lei Wujie scratched his head when he heard this, but didn't say anything, and didn't know if he understood.

Several people walked along the street, chatting casually about customs and customs, only one side, Wuxin, hadn't said a word since entering Khotan.

When Bai Xuan was about to ask Wuxin where he was going, Monk Wuxin suddenly stretched out his hand and stopped a middle-aged man who was hurrying, "Do you know which direction the Dafanyin Temple is?" At this point, he waved his hands again and again, and then left without looking back.

"Haha, monk, let me tell you, the 32 Buddhist kingdoms in the Western Regions have all kinds of languages, but they don't understand the official language of the Central Plains like you." Seeing this scene, Xiao Se smiled at Wuxin. Said.

"Oh? That's troublesome." Wuxin was taken aback, casually, and seemed to think of something, and said, "Actually, it's not too difficult. We're going to find Dafanyin Temple, just follow the monk, haha." Saying that, he glanced proudly at Xiao Se and Bai Xuan who was standing next to Xiao Se.

When Bai Xuan heard Wuxin say this, he was immediately happy, and asked, "Monk, do you know why this country of Khotan is called the country of Buddha?"

"Isn't it because there are so many monks here?" Lei Wujie, who had been watching the jugglers on the street, suddenly joined him.

"That's right, it's not right, it's because there are so many temples here, almost to the point where there is a small temple in five steps, and a large temple in ten steps. Wuxin, you said that we can go to Dafanyin Temple by following the monk. In my opinion Come, it's here." Bai Xuan stopped talking, looked at Wuxin who was a little dazed, and then looked at Monk Wuxin, only to see that in a small tavern on the street, a monk was hugging Holding a wine jar and drinking wildly there, it seems to diffuse towards the surroundings.

"Huh? The monks in the Western Regions are also rich, and this monk is a bit rich." Lei Wujie also saw Bai Xuan and Wuxin's abnormal state, looked into the eyes of the two, and said to them with some emotion.

Xiao Se on one side turned his head, looked in the direction of the monk, and then said, "If the jar of wine is in my Xueluo Villa, it can be worth two or three taels of silver."

"Boss, have you fallen into Qian's eye?" Naturally, it was Bai Xuan who said this.

As soon as the words fell, Bai Xuan felt a strong aura coming from a gorgeous temple in the distance. Immediately, the monk who was drinking strong wine drank the wine in the jar and headed towards the temple run.

Seeing the old monk leaving, the Wuxin monk on the side also chased after the old monk without saying a word, only Bai Xuan, Xiao Se and Lei Wujie were left looking at each other, a little at a loss.

"Run?" Xiao Se looked at the two of them and asked in a low voice.

Before Bai Xuan could speak, Lei Wujie said, "Oh, yes, run." Then he ran towards Monk Wuxin.

Bai Xuan turned his head to look at Xiao Se's helpless expression, and then said, "Oh, let's go after him, you little rascal." After saying this, he chased after Lei Wujie.

Xiao Se cursed in a low voice, "It's really a little rascal." Afterwards, he also chased in the direction of; the two of them, and after a while, Bai Xuan caught up with Lei Wujie.

"Does Xiao Se mean that we run away? You little rascal!" Bai Xuan smiled and cursed at Lei Wujie who was chasing after him, feeling a little helpless.

"Ah?" Lei Wujie looked at Bai Xuan in surprise, and then looked at Xiao Se the year after.

Xiao Se nodded, and said to Lei Wujie, "What? Do you really want to bring the monk back to Xueyue City? Can you beat him?"

"Isn't there still the two of you?" Lei Wujie replied with some embarrassment.

"I said I don't know martial arts." Xiao Se looked at the serious Lei Wujie and said casually.

"Don't look at me, that monk is not that simple." Seeing Lei Wujie look at him, Bai Xuan also hurriedly said such a sentence.

"Then why don't we run?" Lei Wujie looked embarrassed.

"It's too late!" Bai Xuan pouted towards the front, signaling Lei Wujie to look forward, Lei Wujie turned his head, and sure enough, he saw the monk in white clothes standing at the gate of the temple.

At this time, inside the Dafanyin Temple, Lingjun and Boyong saw a monk walking staggeringly. Before walking a few steps, the monk fell to the ground and did not get up.

The two guardian monks next to him covered their eyes with their hands, as if they hadn't seen the scene.

"What kind of martial arts at this time?" Ling Jun asked Boyong, who was standing beside him, with his elbow.

"Sleeping Arhat Boxing? It seems to be the only martial art in Buddhism." Boyong scratched his head and said with some uncertainty.

"It's not Sleeping Arhat Fist, he's just drunk." A voice came from the sedan chair behind him.

"Ah? Drunk?" Ling Jun and Boyong asked in amazement.

"Never mind him, go!" As they said that, the two of them took a step forward, and were about to kill the two guardian monks when the old monk who was sleeping on the ground suddenly opened his eyes and struggled to stand up. , and said helplessly to the old monk who was guarded by the two Dharma protectors, "I said brother, don't shake your head anymore, you can't hide who should come, if you can't hide, then kill it!" gone."

As he said that, he snatched the Jiedao from the hand of one of the Dharma guardian monks, and I held it in my hand. At that moment, the aura of the monk's whole body suddenly changed, and strands of killing intent exuded from his whole body.

Ling Jun and Boyong were also a little uncertain about the situation of the old monk in front of them. If the person who was most surprised was the monk who protected the Dharma, he had seen this old monk countless times. The first time I saw him, he always looked drunk. Where had I seen such a scene? When I was thinking about something, I was suddenly slapped on the head, and then a lazy voice came into his ears, "You Ah, I don’t drink alcohol, I don’t like lust, after all, my comprehension of breaking the precept sword is a little bit worse, watch it!”

As the old monk said, he slashed at Ling Jun and Boyong. The two felt a strong killing intent lock them in. Immediately, ten, hundreds, and thousands of Jie knives suddenly appeared in front of them. Coming towards the direction of the two of them, a fear emerged in the hearts of the two of them. They wanted to avoid it, but found that their bodies were a little out of their control. Look around.

The dharma protector monk who used to use Jie Dao was stunned at this time. He never thought that such an uncle who came back drunk every day and fell asleep as soon as he came back would have such abilities. After seeing this knife, he just He felt that his comprehension of this saber-breaking knife was faintly rising, as long as he retreated for a few days after this battle, he would definitely be able to break the mirror.

"Hmph!" A cold snort came out from the sedan chair in the distance along with a powerful internal force, breaking that saber intent, and immediately, the illusion in front of Ling Jun and Boyong was also broken in an instant. After going, the two breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground. The clothes behind their backs were wet with cold sweat. The feeling of sudden death just now still lingered in the hearts of the two of them, and the two of them gasped gruff.

"You... how is it possible?" The Buddhist monk who wielded Jiedao looked at the drunken monk and hesitated.

The drunken monk looked at the hesitant junior in front of him, stepped forward, tapped the monk's bald head, and at the same time, smiled and cursed, "What are you, you are called uncle!"

This scene was clearly seen by Bai Xuan and his group who were standing on the eaves in the distance, with a bit of astonishment on their faces, but Xiao Se didn't seem to see the artistic conception in that knife. Thinking in a low voice, "It turned out to be him!"

(End of this chapter)