The Heavens Begin with Detective Di Renjie

Chapter 101 Asking
"Come, come! Take a look, take a look!
The sapphires produced in Post are crystal clear!

Wear it to look radiant! "

"The spices specially provided by Siam are so fragrant!"

"Let's take a look! Tubo jade, Nanyang coral, Tianzhu oil, everything you need!"

Shen Youzhi walked slowly through the streets of Chang'an East City, listening to the cries of merchants from all over the country, including the Northwest Mandarin, the Wu dialect of the southern water town, and the lame Chinese of the barbarians outside the region.

Soon, he came to a crowded place.

In this small square, there are several layers of human walls inside and outside, surrounding a Indian monk who is sitting quietly in the center like stars surrounding the moon.

The old monk with brown curly hair has a strange appearance: the sky is open, the cheekbones are high, and the light yellow skin is rough, but it glows with a strange brilliance, as if the whole body is covered with a thin membrane.

"Hey, I said you danced for a long time, did you see that?"

The people on the outermost side looked at the companions who kept jumping around, and asked anxiously.

"There are too many people, I can't see clearly!" The partner shook his head helplessly.

Not only them, but many people are discussing loudly——

"I heard that this holy monk is the reincarnation of an Arhat. He has the indestructible body of a vajra. He can't be hurt by swords, water or fire!"

"It's true! I saw the holy monk cut off the steel knife with my own eyes!"

"I've heard it too, I've heard it too!

A few days ago, a classmate of mine also said that he saw a holy monk from India walking barefoot through burning coals! "

"I heard that on the Tianshou Festival on the ninth day of next month, Chang'an will hold a Ten Thousand Laws Conference. I don't know if this holy monk's magical powers can win the top prize!"

"I think it's almost inseparable! Even water, fire, swords are not afraid, who else can hurt him?"

"There are so many strange people in this world, it may not be just"

Shen Youzhi sat in a clean teahouse, quietly listening to the discussion of the crowd, neither expressed his opinion on it, nor was he in a hurry to meet the Tantric Patriarch.

On the contrary, Li Wenzhong, Xiaomei, Xiaofeng and the others behind him were full of disdain when they heard the almost "absurd" words of passers-by.

There are tens of thousands of martial arts in the world. Although they dare not say they have seen them all, they still know where the limit of martial arts is.

How can there be any kung fu that can be practiced to the point where "swords do not hurt, water and fire do not invade"?

Breaking steel knives with the palm of your hand and walking around burning coals with bare feet are just tricks of some charlatans, not real kung fu.

Surrounded by the crowd, Shan Wuwei who was originally sitting in meditation suddenly stood up, bowed his head to the crowd, and said: "Everyone, Tanyue, this old monk has something important to go to the east, please make it convenient."

Although he is from Tianzhu, he can speak Chinese very well, and even the accent of Northwest dialect is extremely accurate.

If you don't look at his appearance and just listen to his voice, I'm afraid many people will regard him as a native of Chang'an.

In fact, he came to Chang'an only a short dozen days.

Seeing that the "Living Buddha" was about to leave, everyone turned sideways to make way for him.

Although many people have not seen the "miracle" with their own eyes, they are still in awe of this living Buddha who is famous in Chang'an.

Following the path that the crowd consciously gave way to, Shan Wuwei folded his palms together, read a sentence in Sanskrit softly, then lowered his head slightly, and slowly walked out of the crowd.

Seeing that the Living Buddha had left and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, I couldn't wait to tell my friends and colleagues about the "miracle" I saw today.

"Your Majesty, do you want your subordinates to stop him?" Li Wenzhong looked at Shan Wuwei who was leaving, and asked tentatively.

He knew that the emperor's trip was not aimless, but a special trip to meet the old monk from Tianzhu.

Now that the person is about to leave, he naturally wants to stop him.

Although he didn't know how the old monk's martial arts were, but with his speed, there was absolutely no one in the world that he couldn't stop.

"No need." Shen Youzhi lifted the teapot on the table and filled the empty cup opposite with tea.

"He'll be here soon."

Things were exactly as Shen Youzhi said, after Shan Wuwei escaped from the crowd, he went straight to the tea room where Shen Youzhi was.

After arriving in front of Shen Youzhi, Shan Wuwei, who put his palms together, suddenly gave a respectful salute, and said another sentence in Sanskrit from India.

"Master has come from a long way, please sit down." Shen Youzhi stretched out his hand to signal.

Shan Wuwei nodded and sat opposite to Shen Youzhi.

"This is Chang'an's famous black tea, you can taste it first." Shen Youzhi pointed to the tea on the table.

Shan Wuwei nodded, picked up the white porcelain teacup with both hands, drank it down in one gulp, and then closed his eyes to savor it carefully.

"Good tea." Shan Wuwei slowly opened his eyes and exclaimed: "The tea has a strong fragrance. After entering the stomach, the aroma accumulates in the throat, just like the world of mortals, with endless aftertaste."

It seems that he not only speaks Chinese well, but also has great attainments in the tea ceremony.

"I'm very curious about the tantric method." Shen Youzhi looked at him and said slowly, "Why did the master teach me?"

After listening to Shen Youzhi's question, Shan Wuwei closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, then slowly got up, went to the open space beside him and sat down cross-legged.

Then, he put his hands on the dantian, and his fingers changed rapidly, making all kinds of wonderful handprints.

At first glance, it seems that he is just turning his hands over and over again, but upon further investigation, each image of the handprint seems to express an artistic conception.

This artistic conception cannot be expressed in words, and can only be comprehended through one's own spirit.

The various handprints made by Shan Wuwei are to guide the thoughts of others step by step, so that they can feel the "unspeakable" artistic conception more easily.

What's even more amazing is that even though it was only the first time they saw it, the viewer could clearly imprint the handprints made by Shan Wuwei in their minds, like a poem memorized by heart.

Shen Youzhi watched the other party's constantly changing handprints quietly, feeling the spiritual mood conveyed in them, sometimes nodding, sometimes frowning, and sometimes falling into deep thought.

Behind him, Li Wenzhong, Xiaomei, and Xiaofeng were also attentively looking at the tantric handprints of the old Indian monk.

At first they didn't care about it, and didn't feel the slightest mystery from it, but after experiencing it quietly, they couldn't help but immerse themselves in it.

But soon, they couldn't hold on any longer. They just felt that the handprints in their heads began to grow bigger and more blurred, as if they were going to fill up their entire brains.

When they wanted to forcefully recall the details, they found that the more they thought about it, the more blurred their impressions became, and even the handprints they remembered before gradually began to be forgotten, and finally their minds became dizzy and swollen, as if a huge stone had been pushed into it. in the head.

After persisting for about a stick of incense, they had to stop their thoughts.

If you think about it any more, you might just screw up your mind!

Looking at Shen Youzhi again, not only did he not feel the slightest discomfort, but his mind became more concentrated, and his thoughts diverged along with the constantly changing handprints, falling into a wonderful state of consciousness.

About half an hour later, Shan Wuwei finally displayed all the handprints, a total of 720 nine kinds.

(End of this chapter)