Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 807 Fraud happened?

A thunderstorm lasted for a while, and then even though there was no lightning or thunder, the rain continued to fall.

As for the initiator of this rain, the demon and the immortal on both sides of the fight, it was only when the thunder stopped that the fight finally ended.

The swordsman stood on the top of the clouds, and the cat demon he had just fought with had disappeared. But it was not that he had successfully killed the opponent, but that the opponent had already escaped, and the direction was not Pingzhou.

To be honest, this battle had a considerable impact on the Sword Immortal's confidence.

In fact, when Taoism reaches a certain level, sometimes fighting is not a continuous fighting process. The combination of cultivation, spells, time, place and other factors can often lead to victory or defeat in an instant.

Just like the Sword Immortal slaying demons, in many cases the opponent is not allowed to react at all.

"This monster can see through all my sword moves and can even feel the changes in my sword intent."

The sword fairy murmured. Although it seemed that he had driven away the monster, there was no joy in his heart. He even had a slightly absurd feeling for the first time. Could this monster be more advanced than him?

With the way this monster behaves, does it still need to hang out in the human world?
Then it is really as the monster said, it just happened to be here, wandering around in the human world for a while.
Either this monster is planning something big.——
In the Wang family's living room in Pingzhou City, Master Jinguang and Wu Sunheng were sitting in the living room, and Master Wang brought Wang Shicai over.

Wang Shicai came to the old monk with some anxiety. He was afraid that the other party would really take him up the mountain to become a monk. However, the old monk was kind-hearted and just looked at Wang Shicai for a while and then nodded. Then he took out a scripture from the monk bag and handed it to him. Wang Shicai.

Seeing his son subconsciously taking it, Mr. Wang asked doubtfully.

"Master, what do you mean?"

The old monk smiled.

"Young Master Wang is in poor health and has bad luck. Master Wu's method is already mysterious enough, but I'm just afraid that Young Master Wang will have trouble guarding his heart. I also ask Young Master Wang to recite the verses in this book diligently and do morning and evening classes starting today!"

"what?"

Wang Shicai was stunned for a moment, but Mr. Wang quickly agreed.

"Yes, Wang will definitely supervise Shicai!"

The old monk nodded.

"This is very good! If you can calm down and read the Buddhist scriptures, your worries will disappear in the long run!"

Wu Sunheng was thoughtful on the side, and he probably understood Master Jinguang's intention. The old monk should understand that Wang Shicai's body acupoints are now blocked by Tao methods, and resting can also be useful.

As far as Wang Shicai is concerned, the biggest problem is not external. Even if there are no worries like demons, his own mentality and desires will sooner or later break his gong. When the time comes, the magic on his body is broken, but it may "break the embankment", and he will have to die. It's difficult.

This scripture is designed to stabilize Wang Shicai's mentality. Even if he talks a lot but doesn't mean it at first, it will gradually stabilize over time.

Wang Shicai accepted the scripture and couldn't help but ask.

"Then Master, when will you and Master Wu get rid of the demon and get out of trouble? I, I still have to leave a wife for the Wang family, I can't always do this, right?"

Wu Sunheng glanced at Wang Shicai and knew what he was probably thinking. Mr. Wang on the side should also understand his son's true thoughts, but he also looked at the old monk with expectation. After all, what his son said was considered the truth.

"Buddha is merciful. He will naturally solve it when he can. Please don't worry!"

Wu Sunheng sneered on the side.

"Huh, you think so much, why not learn to memorize the scriptures earlier, recite the scriptures with heart, and get rid of all the unbearable thoughts in your heart. It will be good for you and the Wang family! By the way, in addition to chanting the scriptures, You have classes in the morning and evening, so you can’t miss out on the hard work I asked you to do!”

In other words, during this period, in addition to still practicing the slow Kung fu taught by Wusun Heng to recuperate the body, there are also daily morning and evening sutra chanting sessions? Do I have any other time?
Wang Shicai frowned and said nothing, while Mr. Wang on the side quickly agreed.

"Yes, yes, my son will definitely use his heart, Shicai, to speak."

"I must be careful next time."

"Good!"

The old monk said this, and Wang Xingfu began to be attentive again.

"Master is tired from traveling and traveling. I have ordered people to prepare the vegetarian meditation room. I also asked Master to take a short rest. I will make Master feel at home at noon!"

The old monk shook his head.

"Donor, you should go and rest, I have my own plans!"

Before the Wang family could say anything, Wu Sunheng approached Mr. Wang and said a few words, and then he and the old monk left the Wang family temporarily while holding an umbrella.

In Wu Sunheng's opinion, today was the right time. The master was keeping an eye on the monster, and he and Master Jinguang were doing exactly what they wanted.
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Another special guest came to Suping Inn today. He just sat in the inner seat of the inn hall and asked for a pot of water, a bowl of rice and a dish of vegetables. He sat in that seat after paying for the meal.

The visitor was none other than Master Jinguang, the abbot of Gaochang Temple. He had been sitting in the corner of the inn hall chanting sutras silently since the afternoon. The innkeeper and the waiter did not bother him, but looked over there from time to time.

The monk's chanting voice was not loud, and the waiter could only hear it clearly if he was very close.

But the sound was very loud. When Zheng Yiming was reading and copying in the woodshed, it went from being vague and absent, like an illusion, to the point where it was clearly audible.

At this moment, Zheng Yiming had stopped writing, his squinting eyes were unfocused, and he was just calming down and listening to the voice, which was unhurried and uninterrupted.

"The sound of chanting sutras?"

Zheng Yiming just listened quietly for a while and felt that his mind was calmer. He did not mind the noise of the scriptures, but continued to read and copy in the sound of the scriptures, and even understood some of the books in a deeper way.

When the inn was free in the afternoon, Ke Xiaofa ran to the woodshed behind to see Zheng Yiming.

Seeing Zheng Yiming writing seriously, Ke Xiaofa stood aside and did not dare to disturb. He just carefully placed a plate of snacks on the corner of the table. He collected them from the remaining places of the guests at the two tables and they were all clean.

"Xiaofa, have you heard the sound of chanting sutras?" Zheng Yiming was still writing, but suddenly asked this question, then raised his head to look at the person coming, and Ke Xiaofa suddenly smiled.

"Mr. Zheng, your ears are really good. How did you hear it from so far away? There is indeed an old monk chanting sutras in the corner of the hall, but the sound is not loud and does not disturb others. It has been almost an afternoon. I asked the shopkeeper if he should be called away. The shopkeeper said there was no shortage of tables anyway, so he let him go."

"I see."

Zheng Yiming nodded and looked at the snacks on the corner of the table. It was a stack of mung bean cakes.

"Let's do this, you bring this snack to the master's table for me, and give me a pot of good tea. I will give the tea money to the shopkeeper, and I will tell the master that I thank him for reciting sutras and helping me calm down!"

Ke Xiaofa frowned, but still agreed.

"Oh"

After a while, Ke Xiaofa held a pot of hot tea in one hand and a stack of mung bean cakes in the other. He put the things on the old monk's table and relayed Zheng Yiming's words.

The old monk who had been chanting sutras but had not responded stopped his chanting and looked at Ke Xiaofa in surprise.

"That's what the donor Zheng really said?"

Ke Xiaofa scratched his head.

"How can this be fake? Master, please use it with ease. If you need anything, call me!"

After saying this, Ke Xiaofa went about his own business. At this moment, only the voice of the shopkeeper dialing the abacus was the clearest in the inn.

In the evening, the rain stopped, and the old monk was walking on the street. Not long after, Wu Sunheng came to him.

Wu Sunheng's face didn't look good at this moment, because he already knew from his master that instead of killing or seriously injuring the monster, he actually let her run away quite calmly.

Putting aside these things for the time being, Wu Sunheng asked the old monk.

"Master Jinguang, what happened?"

The old monk frowned and said nothing. After a long time, he looked at Wusun Heng.

"Is this donor Zheng really bewitched by a demon?"

"Hmm? Master, what do you mean by this?"

Wu Sunheng didn't understand why the old monk asked, and the latter thought for a moment before continuing.

"Lao Na was chanting sutras in that inn, and Almsgiver Zheng was calm and relaxed without any discomfort. On the contrary, he wrote wonderful articles. He didn't seem to be bewitched by a demon!"

Wu Sunheng looked surprised. He didn't think that today would happen overnight. He thought that Zheng Yiming might be furious, thought that the old monk would be kicked out, and even thought that there might be a little demon showing up, but he never thought about what the old monk said. These.

"The master can't be mistaken, can he?"

The old monk shook his head.

"This benefactor Zheng has extraordinary energy and wisdom!"

In a residential house behind Suping Inn, Yu Xinmei was sitting on the bed in the house. She finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was almost bored to death by the sound of chanting this afternoon. This old monk was so good at chanting. Didn't he seem to even stop to take a sip of water?
But this old monk won't come every day in the future. This trick is too damaging. Yu Xinmei admits that she can't stand it, but she doesn't dare to show up easily these days.

At this moment, Yu Xinmei's expression suddenly changed slightly, and she subconsciously stood up from the bed. She wanted to rush to the inn but resisted the urge.

A group of officers and soldiers from Suping Inn suddenly rushed in, frightening the customers in the hall to look shocked, and the shopkeeper even walked out from the counter.

"Gentlemen, what happened?"

The leading officers and soldiers looked around and then at the shopkeeper.

"Is Zheng Yiming here?"

The shopkeeper's heart skipped a beat.

"Here, Master Jun, is there any misunderstanding?"

"It's an important case related to the imperial court. The imperial envoy will be arriving in Pingzhou soon. He ordered us to go to Pingzhou first to control all relevant people. Is he here? If he knows and fails to report it, he will be punished with the same crime!"

The shopkeeper was so frightened that his face turned pale.

"Uh, yes, in the woodshed."

"go!"

Several officers and soldiers rushed to the rear, and at this moment Ke Xiaofa had already rushed to the woodshed.

"Mr. Zheng, there are many officers and soldiers coming outside, they..."

Before Ke Xiaofa could finish his words, some officers and soldiers rushed into the firewood shed and saw the scholar sitting on the firewood quilt behind the desk. He was holding a pen with a look of astonishment on his face, and beside him was an inn boy.

"Master Jun, this is"

Zheng Yiming wanted to ask, but the leading officers and soldiers just waved their hands.

"Take it!"

Several officers and soldiers stepped forward, held Zheng Yiming down without any explanation, and then escorted and dragged him away.
(End of this chapter)