Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 136

"Thank you, Mr. Song."

Wang Shicong leaned forward and bowed down, with a bit of happiness on his face as he survived the catastrophe.

"Come with me to Bailu Academy."

"Yes!"

The crowd responded.

White Deer Academy, the other four people secretly breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that it was a familiar library.

It's finally out!
"Thank you so much, little master, for saving my life," Song said respectfully. Upon seeing this, the other two people also bowed and bowed.

Pudu nodded: "No need to be polite."

Then he walked to the table, looked at the picture of Wonderland, and rolled it up.

"Invited by the owner of this thing, the young monk put it away."

"Young master, you can do whatever you want."

After Pudu put it away, the five of them walked out of the library together, and the news of their appearance spread throughout White Deer Academy in an instant.In a school, when Tian Li heard the news, disbelief flashed in his eyes, but he was still a little uneasy. After thinking about the stakes, he hurriedly left the school without saying hello.

Leave, must leave,

If he stayed in Yunzhou Mansion, just the Lord of Yunzhou Mansion would be enough for his Tian family to drink a pot.

Not long after Tian Li left the academy, several figures stepped into the White Deer Academy, and the leader was an old man.

Outside the school, after learning that Tian Li had left, Wang Cheng and Song looked at each other and smiled. It seemed that they wanted to leave. However, the Tian family has a big business and it is definitely impossible to leave at once. Therefore, everything It's all in vain.

"Grandson!"

An old voice sounded, and Song Ying turned around and saw an old man staggering over with the support of several people.

"Grandfather, why are you here!"

"Haha, you kid, if such a big thing happens, if grandpa doesn't ask about it, he will lose your life."

Wang Cheng also saw Wang Shicong beside him and hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "My child has seen his father."

"Just come back, just come back."

After chatting for a few seconds, Wang Shi's eyes showed a chill: "Cheng'er, who did this?"

"Father, everything was done by Na Tianli."

Tian Li?

As the Tian family is the richest man in Yunzhou, he naturally knows the name Tian Li, and he also understands that there is an immortal in the house.Although the anger in his heart is self-evident, this matter still needs to be considered in the long term. After all, it is just the immortal chief, not ordinary people like them who can compete.

"Mr. Wang Fu, since you know the murderer, why don't you go and arrest him?" The middle-aged man next to the old man said sternly, his eyes flashing.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes: "Mr. Song, it's not that I didn't take action in this matter, it's because the Tian family enshrines an immortal leader. Even if I send someone there, I'm afraid it won't help."

Immortal?

Hearing this, the Song family couldn't help but have a look of fear in their eyes.

Mortals are like ants to monks, so they cannot help but be afraid of them.

"Haha, the layman only needs to go and get the evil ones. The evil cultivators in the Tian family have been eliminated by the young master. Now the Tian family is a tiger without claws and can be manipulated at will." The old Taoist reminded at the side.

When Wang Shicong heard this, a glint suddenly flashed in his eyes: "Is what the Taoist Master said true?"

"The veteran has seen it with his own eyes."

"Okay, here are the people coming. Seal the city gates and prevent the Tian family from escaping. Let me put the Tian family father and son in prison."

"Yes!"

A big man behind Wang Shicong said coldly and hurriedly left the academy.

"Mr. Wang Fu, I will leave this matter to you. I will take Cheng'er home first." The old man beside him said calmly.

Wang Shicong hurriedly said respectfully: "Mr. Song, please excuse me."

After the Song family left, Wang Shicong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, with a look of helplessness on his face.I'm afraid he is the only one in the world who is so cowardly.But when I think of the old man of the Song family, I feel that it should be done. After all, even within the imperial court, there are not many people who can afford to offend him.

"Cheng'er, please go back with your father." Then he looked at the old man and said, "Immortal, I have to thank you for this. If it weren't for the immortal, I'm afraid the consequences would be difficult for me."

Wang Shicong said with sincere gratitude.

The old Taoist shook his head gently: "The layman thanked the wrong person. This matter has nothing to do with the old Taoist. Everything is the credit of the young master."

Only then did Wang Shi remember that there was indeed a young master who went to the government office in the past, but because of his young age, Gu'er didn't pay much attention to him. Unexpectedly, it was the young master who rescued him. Sure enough, a person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea cannot be judged by his appearance. Quantity.

"Taoist Priest, I wonder where the young master is now? Can I say thank you personally?"

"This... disappoints the layman. I'm afraid the young master has already left."

Pudu did say goodbye and left the academy after taking the picture of Wonderland.

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As the old Taoist said, without the evil cultivator, the Tian family is just a family of ordinary people with a little money. Naturally, they have no power to resist when facing the government. Even Tian Bozhong is confused and doesn't know why he fell into the trap. In jail.

After many inquiries, he finally realized that he was actually involved by his own cheap son.

The disappearance of the prince's son and the young master of the Song family was actually the fault of his cheap son.

After knowing the truth, he seemed to have seen through life and death. There was no so-called yelling and fussing, but his eyes lost their sparkle and his hair turned white overnight. Maybe this is the legendary saying that there is no greater sorrow than death.

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Outside Yunzhou Mansion,

Among the hundreds of thousands of mountains, there is a valley.

Pudu took out the scroll, and a beautiful figure in palace makeup suddenly appeared in front of Pudu.

"Thank you so much, little master."

"The donor does not need to be polite."

After handing the scroll to Mrs. Gongzhuang, Pudu left the valley leisurely.

After many years, the road to enlightenment is still difficult and we need to continue to work hard.

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After leaving Yunzhou Prefecture, you will reach Bingzhou.
Bingzhou is different from Yunzhou. Yunzhou has many mountains, monsters, and evil spirits, while Bingzhou has many plains. It has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. The land is fertile, and many literati and writers are willing to visit here.The official road here is flat and stretches as far as the eye can see. Although there are hills, they are many like bulges and have a unique style.

Tingyang County,
When Pudu arrived, the moon was already above the willow trees and the city gates were closed. It was obvious that he had missed the time.The ruined temple not far from the official road was stained with yellowing flames. Most of the merchants and tourists who had missed Sutou stayed here. Pudu saw this and walked towards the ruined temple.

There was a smell of meat coming from the temple. In addition to the smell of meat, a faint whimpering sound could also be heard. A flash of curiosity flashed in his eyes and he walked in.

When he entered, his brows could not help but frown.

The ruined temple seemed to be divided into three waves of forces. One was traveling merchants, even the goods were piled up not far away; the other was several scholars; the third was several monks.

On the side of the traveling merchants, several of the escorts had blue and red wounds on their bodies. Their eyes were full of anger, and they seemed to dare to be angry but dare not speak. As for the scholars, they were huddled aside. Facing the firelight, he seemed to be looking down at the book.

The whimpering sound came from among several monks. I saw a monk with a big head, a thick neck and a fleshy face holding a woman with a sinister smile on his face. He didn't care about the woman's struggle at all. His clothes were lightly untied, revealing the mottled spring color. .The other monks were also blushing and looked at this scene greedily. "Amitabha!"

Pudu said the Buddha's name, finally attracting everyone's attention.

You Shang and the few scholars just looked at them indifferently and then lowered their heads, as if they thought Pudu and these monks were in the same group.

The monks looked at each other and then shook their heads.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it turns out we are fellow monks. For the sake of you being a monk, I don't want you to have some money." A monk stood up and walked over. He said with a sinister smile: "If you want to spend the night in this temple, you need to Ten taels of silver."

"As a foreigner, how can the young monk get any money?"

"A few of them, as monks, actually robbed money, played tricks on good families, and regarded the Buddhist precepts as nothing. Are they real monks?"

"Hahaha!" As soon as Pudu finished his words, there was a burst of sarcastic laughter: "Little monk, when I became a monk, you were still in your mother's womb."

As he spoke, he took out a book of ultimatums and threw it playfully into Pudu's arms.

Pudu opened it and took a look, then nodded: "It turns out that these people are indeed members of my Buddhist sect."

"Amitabha."

"In this case, I, a poor monk, can clean up my Buddhist sect."

"It's shameless to say so. Since you are seeking death, don't blame the poor monk for being ruthless."

The monk who stood up and walked over had a stern look on his face, and a bloody light appeared in his hand, and he immediately grabbed Pudu.Facing such a scene, all the monks sneered, while the traveling merchants and scholars lowered their heads unbearably.

The barbecue was roasting on the fire, and the oil stains fell into the fire, causing a burst of flames to rise.

At this moment, a strong wind passed by, the flames flickered and swayed violently, and with a scream, the monk who was watching the show suddenly stood up, and the woman in his arms was thrown aside violently, and let out a scream Groans of pain.

"Good monk, no wonder there are some tricks in such a loud tone."

Five or six sturdy monks surrounded him ferociously.

"You have ruined the reputation of our Buddhist sect and deserve to go to Abi Hell to atone for your sins."

A golden light rose from Pudu's body. Seeing this, the leading monk couldn't help but shrink his eyes slightly.

"Friar, and not weak!"

His face flickered, and he glanced at the monks beside him: "Come on."

When the monks heard the words, they rushed forward one after another. The great monk took advantage of this gap and turned into a phantom and disappeared into the night sky.Pudu didn't even raise his eyes, a burst of mana came out of his hand, and a scream was heard in the silent night sky.

As for the monks who rushed towards him, they turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated in an instant.

"Amitabha."

Pudu recited the Buddha's name and sat down aside.

The traveling merchants and others hurriedly stepped forward to help the woman and put a coat on her, and then they heard the sound of sobbing.

Everything happens for a reason.

A group of monks were so bold that they dared to commit crimes outside the city without caring about the city in front of them. They must have some background behind them.Scanning the crowd in his consciousness, he could not help but feel a touch of fear and doubt as they swept over him.

It seems that Buddhism in Tingyang County is extremely complicated.

The next day,

early morning,

The sky was slightly bright, and the traveling merchants in the temple were already carefully sorting out their goods, looking at Pudu with complicated eyes.

Just as they were about to leave, a middle-aged man in the caravan stepped forward and saluted him.

"Thank you very much, little master, for your rescue yesterday."

Pudu opened his eyes, took a look at him and said, "There is no need to say thank you to the donor. The young monk only wants to clean up the house. Saving people is just a coincidence."

The middle-aged man finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

"Young master, I guess you are not from Bingzhou."

"The young monk is a wandering monk who came here to study."

"If nothing happens, young master, you'd better leave here as soon as possible. This place is not a kind place. If you stay here for a long time, I'm afraid something will happen."

"Thank you for the reminder, little monk."

The man shook his head and turned to leave. He just reminded him kindly that the young monk was a man of cultivation and had to be afraid of those people.

Those scholars left the ruined temple early.

In the early morning, the city gate was opened, and the bustling crowd entered the city, and Pudu was naturally mixed in with the crowd.

Perhaps due to geographical reasons, the cities in Bingzhou are not small, but Tingyang City looks much larger than the previous county towns in Yunzhou.As the city gets bigger, there will naturally be more people and the economy will be more prosperous.

After entering the city, looking at the morning market made me salivate, so I sat down in front of a morning market stall.

The fragrant steamed buns are emitting steam, and a pot of clear soup is sizzling.

Seeing someone sitting down, the old vendor wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "Little master, please wait a moment, the buns in the steamer are not yet cooked yet."

Pudu smiled and nodded, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes again.

Although the old man looked smiling, the disgust and fear hidden deep in his eyes were self-evident.Moreover, he saw this situation many times after entering the city, and even cursed directly behind him.

Not long after,

The old man handed over a few steamed buns and a bowl of broth.

Pudu frowned slightly and shook his head slightly. Although it was edible, he did not eat it directly this time. After all, it was not transformed but bought. There is still a difference between the two.

When the old man saw this, his face turned pale and he hurried over.

"Little master, are you not satisfied with the taste? If you are not satisfied, I will change it for you."

Pudu pushed the plate and broth: "Old benefactor, can I exchange some vegetarian buns and clear soup for the little monk?"

The old man couldn't help being stunned when he heard the words. He was stunned for a few breaths and then nodded hurriedly: "Of course, young master, wait for a moment and will be here soon."

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"It's true that the sun is rising in the west, and these bastards are actually eating vegetarian food."

"Haha, keep your voice down, don't want to be heard."

"What are you afraid of? You can do it, why don't you let others talk about it?"

"Speak carefully, speak carefully."

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The two hurried past, their voices were like whispers, even if the people on the side didn't listen carefully, it would be difficult to understand what they said, but Pudu took all this into his son, and there were still a few people muttering like this, It shows the bad reputation.

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(End of this chapter)