After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

The red-clothed archmage stopped.

He stood five steps in front of the two men who were chasing their lives.

His appearance is clearly visible.

He is a little fat.

Fat people usually don't look older.

He is a monk. If he has no hair, he has no gray hair.

Even the hand holding the tin stick was not as withered as other old people's hands.

It's just that his eyebrows are a bit long, and those long eyebrows are white. This seems to be the trace left on him by the years.

This seems to be the only evidence that he is an old man.

Perhaps it was because of his harmless appearance, or perhaps because of the profound Buddhist teachings in his heart, that the first thing that struck him was that he didn't look like a bad person!

Even because of his arrival, the bright red on his body among the yellow in his eyes gave Zhui Ming an illusion of warmth.

But Zhui Ming still held the hilt of the sword.

His eyes were still staring at this kind-hearted old monk without blinking.

Zhao Hanyue seemed to know this old monk.

He suddenly raised a hand to his chest and bowed to Zhao Hanyue:

"Amitabha!"

"I have met Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

Zhao Hanyue was silent, but the chill on his face became more and more serious.

It wasn't until the old monk straightened up that she asked:

"The lonely great monk who has never cared about worldly affairs... It seems that you are going to break your precepts this time?"

The lonely monk smiled slightly and shook his head:

"The poor monk would rather light lamps in front of the Buddha all his life."

"Just like the past decades, just like when His Highness came with the Emperor to Ci'en Temple to make wishes and burn incense when he was six years old."

"The poor monk serves in front of the Buddha, does not recite scriptures, but happily lights lamps in front of the Buddha for all the donors."

Zhao Hanyue suddenly laughed.

"I also remember that interesting monk who was aloof from the world."

"But... the state religion at that time was Xilin Chanyuan, and the great protector of the country was monk Jiudeng."

"I was six years old that year. It was also late autumn. I went to Ci'en Temple with my father. You lit lamps at Ci'en Temple... You are a monk from Xilin Temple!"

"If I remember correctly, you should be the junior brother of the great monk Jiudeng, the national master!"

"Xilin Temple was destroyed by Donglin Temple two years ago. I heard that the biggest reason was that Master Jiudeng was injured in the battle with Wu Xichen, so Donglin Temple took advantage of it!"

"I heard from the chief minister that many monks died in Xilin Temple..."

Zhao Hanyue raised her eyes and looked at the lonely monk with disdain:

"At that time, you were already the red-robed master of Xilin Monastery. Xilin Monastery was destroyed. Instead of avenging the abbot, you took refuge with the great monk Jijue of Donglin Monastery!"

"Actually, I have always wanted to ask you something."

The lonely monk raised one hand again: "Excuse me, Your Highness!"

Zhao Hanyue's almond-shaped eyes turned cold, and she spat out a few cold words:

"Are you at peace?"

Zhui Ming was listening on the side, not out of curiosity about these past events, he just wanted to find the best opportunity to use his sword!

The opponent is a half-step master!

He is a low-level one!

It seems that they are not far apart, but in fact they are like a chasm.

Such as now.

The old monk was obviously talking to Princess Hanyue, but he obviously didn't look at me, but it gave Zhui Ming the feeling that he was always looking at him!

It's like he has an extra pair of eyes.

Zhui Ming believes that as long as he draws his sword, he will be greeted by death!

He didn't give up.

He can only wait!

He believes that everyone can relax sometimes.

He needs that kind of opportunity, even if it's just in the blink of an eye.

Because his sword is very fast!

His sword can chase lives!

He now hopes that Princess Hanyue can talk to the lonely monk more, preferably saying something that can make waves in the old monk's heart.

Chaosi does not believe in Buddha or God. When he was a child, he prayed to the Buddha and worshiped many gods, but the Buddha never responded to him.

God didn't even look at him.

Uncle Scarface didn't believe it either, and he even looked down on gods and Buddhas.

He said that if there were gods and Buddhas in the world, why would the people suffer so much?

Since gods and Buddhas cannot protect the people of the world, what is the use of worshiping them?

It is better to trust the sword in your own hand!

Chasing one's fate trusts the sword in one's hand.

He also believed that the old monk opposite him would sometimes have troubles in his heart.

He is a monk!

It’s not the Buddha who never wavered in his ancient well!

Monk is a human being, Buddha...

The Buddha is a lifeless, cold thing carved from wood and clay!

"Are you at peace?"

If his heart is uneasy, his flaws will definitely be revealed at this moment!

The life-seeking hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened slightly, he would not let go of this best opportunity!

but,

He still failed to draw his sword!

Because the lonely monk's heart seems not to be uneasy!

There was a faint smile on his chubby face.

"The poor monk's name is lonely."

"Senior brother gave me this title when he gave me the book of precepts."

"Senior brother taught me martial arts and taught me Buddhism. His kindness to the poor monk... is more important in the heart of the poor monk than the Buddha!"

"He fought with Wu Xichen, and the poor monk witnessed the whole process."

"Although he defeated Wu Xichen by half a move and took Wu Xichen's life, he was also struck by Wu Xichen's sword... and was indeed seriously injured."

"Donglin Chanyuan intends to harm Xilin Chanyuan. Senior brother has actually known it for a long time. After all, senior brother is the great mage who protects the country."

"But senior brother still fights Wu Xichen... He said that it was an agreement. Since Wu Xichen came as promised, he cannot break the agreement."

"After my senior brother was injured, he ordered me to do something."

Princess Hanyue frowned: "What's the matter?"

"Protect my nephew Wu Nian and go to the Kingdom of Wu to send Wu Xichen's ashes home!"

"...You mean that you were not at Ci'en Temple when Donglin Temple besieged Xilin Temple?"

The lonely monk nodded slightly:

"The poor monk secretly protected Master Bu Nian's nephew all the way until he sent him to Jishan Temple in Ningguo."

"The poor monk didn't know that something would happen to Xilin Temple. The poor monk showed up at Jishan Temple because he met someone in that temple!"

"who?"

"Old friend!"

"The poor monk never expected to meet an old friend there! He is...Senior Brother Nie Mie!"

Zhao Hanyue was surprised: "Didn't I hear that he passed away long ago?"

The lonely monk shook his head: "Originally, the poor monk thought so too. When he saw him at Jishan Temple, the poor monk was so surprised that he showed up involuntarily and went to the temple."

"We sat and chatted in the peach grove of Jishan Temple for three days and three nights."

"When the poor monk returns to Ci'en Temple..."

"Amitabha!"

The lonely monk sighed,

In this sigh, Zhui Ming keenly captured the waves in his heart!

This is the best opportunity that Zhui Ming has been waiting for!

He believed that even if his sword could not kill the lonely monk, it would definitely cause him some damage!

This is the opportunity!

One step faster, each step faster, even if he dies, if he can seriously injure the old bald donkey so that Princess Hanyue can survive, then his mission will be considered completed.

A silvery cold light suddenly flashed.

Cutting through the lonely autumn in this empty wilderness.

In the monotonous yellow, a touch of red flew up.

There was obviously no wind.

That touch of red is like a red butterfly fluttering in the wind.

Zhao Hanyue's eyes suddenly widened! (End of chapter)