Under the sky

Chapter 6
Kunlun spring of 83

On the third day of April, five days before the Buddha's birthday, the inns in the Buddha capital were already full, and pilgrims who could not find an inn also stayed in private houses.For the next seven days, the Buddhist capital was brightly lit, as bright as day, and noisy. The vendors and shops were open day and night, and there was an endless stream of customers. It was very lively.

He Dasong has lived in the suburbs outside the Buddhist capital since he was a child. His father cultivated several acres of wasteland, and his mother sewed monks' robes at home to earn some change.He Dasong has been helping his father with farm work since he was seven years old. For this reason, his skinny body has become strong.He also had two younger brothers and a younger sister. When he was seven years old, there was a heavy snowfall, and the newborn brother didn't survive it, so he passed away. After that, his mother never had another child.It’s sad enough to be left with a family of five who have to open their mouths to eat. If they have a little extra, when it’s time to pay the land tax and pay the annual oil tax - that’s Shaolin’s Ding tax, which means that Shaolin pays a certain amount for every citizen. Praying lamps to bless the people of Shaolin for safety - usually some more are owed.He Dasong always wanted to eat less so that his brother could be full, but his mother said that he had to work and eat well to be strong.

Prices are high in Buddha's capital, and life is miserable. Sunrise and sunset, everyone does the same work.Every year, only during the Buddha's birthday, his parents would take him to the city to worship the Buddha. There were many beautiful things there, such as solemn Buddha statues, magnificent manors, performers singing on the streets, and the aroma of vegetables from teahouses and restaurants.

But those are not his things.

What he wanted most was a bunch of candied haws, which was the only extra gift he could possibly get.

When he was eight years old, he finally plucked up the courage and asked the price of candied haws.

A string costs five cents.

He thought that when he came to the Buddhist capital next year, he would save all the five cents.

But he really couldn't save even a penny. Every day, he carried water, chopped firewood, picked up dead branches, drove insects, threshed grains, took care of his younger siblings, and had to take some time to learn a few words.Even if he has free time, he doesn't know where to make money.When he was nine years old, he arrived at Buddha Capital empty-handed and secretly salivated at the vendors selling candied haws.

When he was ten years old, he helped a wealthy family in Buddha City to carry firewood. He was rewarded with ten cents for each load, and every cent he received was given to his parents.One day, the wealthy family gave birth to a son. He Dasong sent firewood as usual. The gatekeeper asked: "How many people are there in your family?"

"Five, three big ones and two small ones." He Dasong considered himself to be the big one.

The nurse nodded, took out five pieces of snacks, and said, "We just have a new baby, and everyone who comes to visit us will be rewarded. Take these five pieces of wedding cake."

He Dasong said: "Just give me four yuan, and I can give you the other yuan, okay?"

The nurse wondered: "How much do you want to fold?"

He Dasong said: "Five cents is enough."

The nurse laughed loudly: "You are ignorant, this cake costs at least [-] coins, but you only need [-] coins. Okay, I will ask you for it."

The nurse came in, and after a while, he took four boxes of cakes and five cents to He Dasong, and said, "The officer said I would reward you with five cents."

After returning home, He Dasong said that he had eaten the piece on the road, and his family did not doubt him.That night, the He family's dinner consisted of four pieces of cake, and He Dasong was hungry all night.

He sewed the five cents into his clothes and waited for the Buddha's birthday next year.

The next year, on the Buddha's birthday, he took advantage of his parents to offer incense and worship the Buddha, and ran to the candied haws stall with his younger siblings.

He saw his younger siblings drooling while looking at the candied haws, and he did not forget to give a few words: "Remember not to tell your parents, or your brother will be beaten."

The younger siblings nodded hurriedly.

"A bunch of candied haws." He Dasong handed the money to the vendor.The vendor frowned and said, "It's not enough."

He Dasong was surprised and asked: "Why is it not enough? Isn't it a bunch of five cents?"

"That was last year, and now one string costs six cents." The hawker said, "There is still one cent missing."

He Dasong said slowly, "I only have five cents."

He looked at the candied haws, there were three in a bunch, and asked, "Just sell me two, okay? My younger brother and sister want to eat them."

The hawker shook his head and said, "That's not possible. These are all strung together. Who will sell the remaining one?"

He Dasong begged again and again, and the vendor said, "Okay, just give me two." He took one off, put it on another bamboo stick, and handed the rest to He Dasong.

He Dasong said to his siblings: "Each person has one, no grabbing."

The younger brother asked: "Brother, don't you want to eat?"

He Dasong shook his head, looked at the candied haws, and couldn't help but said: "Brother, just lick it twice."

He put the candied haws in his mouth and felt it was cool, warm and extremely sweet. It was simply the most delicious food in the world. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes and smile.He was afraid that he would accidentally swallow it, so he hurriedly handed it back to his younger brother and said, "Okay, you can eat."

Seeing his younger brothers and sisters happily sharing their food, he felt happy himself.At least I licked it, He Dashong thought to himself, come again next year.

He held his brother in one hand and his sister in the other, and wandered around the area for a few times. He thought it was almost time to go back to the Dharma conference to find his parents, so he said, "Let's go."

Just as he turned around, he accidentally bumped into a girl. The girl let out a "yeah" sound and dropped a bunch of things from her hand.

A young man stood next to the girl and yelled, "Fuck you, don't you have eyes?"

He Dasong looked at the girl again, with two long braids and a pretty red face, round and very beautiful.He couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

The girl hurriedly said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." She squatted down and picked up what she had just dropped, which was a bunch of candied haws.

That's a bunch of four candied haws, isn't it just a bunch to make up for the one that you just missed buying?
The young man said: "It's all dirty, throw it away."

He Dasong said hurriedly: "Don't waste it, give it to me."

The young man yelled: "Get out of here!"

The girl said: "Brother Lang, don't be harsh on him." She hesitated for a while, wiped the dust on the candied haws with a silk scarf, handed it to He Dasong and said, "Here you go."

He Dasong took the candied haws, a bunch of four candied haws.He was so happy that he almost flew into the sky, and hurriedly said to the girl: "Thank you! Thank you!"

The girl blushed with embarrassment and left quickly.He looked at her leaving back as if he was crazy.

After that year, he thought more about it - every year on the Buddha's birthday, he would always look for the girl, and every year, he would always see the girl.The girl was a devout believer. Every year on the Buddha's birthday, she would go to the Buddha's relics to receive blessings from the monks. As long as she stayed there, he could always see her.

But unlike Tanghulu, Tanghulu is a small happiness that he can get by pursuing hard, but that girl is like the high house and deep courtyard of Yuanwai's family, which is a world that does not belong to him.

Just seeing this is enough, he thought.

Two years later, someone took a fancy to their farmland and wanted to buy it to grow tea. They got a small sum of money and considered leaving the Buddhist capital to find another way to make a living.But the family of five moved away from their hometown. Worried about not having enough money, the parents thought of selling the little girl to be a maid.

He Dasong informed his parents that he volunteered to become a monk in the temple to reduce the burden on his family.He became a disciple of the orthodox monk and adopted his real name, Bensong.Liaoxu is a monk who has not entered the temple and lives in the Wuming Temple in the Buddhist capital.

After that, there are drums in the evening and bells in the morning, and lessons in the morning and evening.He didn't know whether he wanted to see the girl every year for his sister or to stay in the Buddhist capital.

Two years later, he heard from his master that the monk Liao Xin had brought back an idiot.Occasionally, when Liao Xin went out on business, he would leave the child to his master to take care of him. He remembered that the child's name was unknown and he was an extremely well-behaved child.

Ming and Unknown gradually grew up, and the girl naturally grew up as well.He also slowly grew from that ten-year-old child into a teenager.

The girl also became a young girl, elegant and generous.

He still looks for the girl every year on Buddha's birthday, and he is not disappointed every year.

No conversation, no approach, just a sneak peek at her from a distance.

At that time, Master Liao Xin entered the hall and left the Buddhist capital Ming unknown.

When he was 19 years old, he saw the girl with her hair in a bun and knew that she was married.

After the Buddha's birth that year, he fell seriously ill and nearly died.After recovering from the illness, I just kept chanting sutras.

At the age of 20, Liao Xu died of illness in Wuming Temple and never entered the temple.

At the age of 26, he passed the martial arts test and obtained the title of chivalrous person. Juejian assigned him to go to Hebei to serve as a monk, but he insisted on staying in the Buddhist capital and inherited the work of his master Lexu.Every year on the Buddha's birthday, as an incense monk, he stands in front of the Buddha's relics, burning incense and praying for believers.There were many believers, including more than twenty incense monks like him. He looked around and could always see the figure of the girl in the team in front of him.

At this time, she was already a young woman. She followed the long queue and came to him. She clasped her hands together and bowed her head in salute.

"Amitabha." He chanted the Buddha's name and drew a circle with his right hand on the young woman's head, almost touching her black hair.But he was not abrupt and prayed for her with unprecedented piety.

Every time the Buddha celebrates his birthday, the inn must be full, and many people come with their families to make pilgrimages. For the convenience of pilgrims, Wuming Temple will let the monks live there, and the monks will stay in the inn.Bensong's old residence was given to a family of six pilgrims, and he stayed at the Puguang Inn in Foduli.It was an ordinary-sized inn, with a row of peach trees planted in the backyard. At night, when he looked down from the guest room on the second floor, he happened to see the row of peach trees.

He unexpectedly saw a familiar figure standing under the peach tree, quietly looking at the peach tree in the faint moonlight.The shadow of the moon and the peach blossoms made her look particularly moving.

He was surprised and moved. He saw her one more time than in previous years.

He just sat quietly in front of the window sill, extinguished the candle, and looked at her figure until her husband called her in.

He had never seen her husband, and he became curious, but in the end he resisted peeping.

This is enough. The more you know, the more you will have troubles.He picked up the scripture and recited it quietly, but he couldn't stop his distracting thoughts from flying around.

At the age of 27, just like in previous years, he coincidentally prayed for her, coincidentally stayed in the same inn, and looked at her figure under the same moonlight.

At the age of 28, it was the same again.

If I know you are well all these years and months, this life will be enough.

But, what if I know that you are not well?
On this day of this year, Ben Song was 29 years old, on the fourth day of April, four days before the Buddha's birthday.

"Junior Brother Ming?" Ben Song looked at the young man in front of him and asked in surprise, "You have come to the Buddhist capital too?"

Ming said unclearly: "Chief Jueming asked me to help."

This is the first time that Ming is not known to be sent to participate in the Buddha's birthday event.When Liao Xin was there, there were official duties during the Buddha's birthday, so he placed Ming Wuxi in the temple; after Liao Xin was gone, Ming Wuxi had a low status and was only responsible for cleaning the temple. He could not receive distinguished guests, and the Buddha did not need him to do it. live.Until this year, Jueming wanted him to see the world and specially sent him to help.

Benson smiled and said, "You definitely don't remember me."

Ming said vaguely: "You are Senior Brother Bensong, a disciple of Uncle Liaoxu."

Ben Song was surprised and said: "That was ten years ago. You were only... four years old at that time, right? Master Uncle Liao Xin asked me to take care of you every time he went away."

Ming said vaguely: "Thank you for your hard work, senior brother."

Ben Song said: "It's not hard at all. You are very good and don't cry or make trouble. Hey, I didn't expect you to remember me. Why were you sent here?"

Ming unknownly said: "I am here to receive lay people and show the way for pilgrims."

Ben Song nodded and said: "I see, thank you for your hard work. Where will you sleep at night? Go back to the temple to sleep?"

Ming said uncertainly: "Staying at Puguang Inn temporarily."

Ben Song said happily: "That's the same inn as me. Let's have a good chat if we have time."

"Damn it, you are here chatting for free. Didn't you see everyone working?" A slender middle-aged monk led several young monks to approach. Ben Song recognized that it was this month's master. none.They are responsible for protecting the Buddha's bone relics. In addition to them, sitting here is the abbot of Zhengmingtang in the back hall, Jueji, nicknamed "Jinmao Shi".

Liao Wu scolded: "Everyone is working, but you are idle? The orthodox monks are great. All the work is done by the lay monks. Is it okay for the orthodox monks to just eat and sleep?"

Ben Song said hurriedly: "Uncle Wu, please calm down. It's my disciple who is dragging Junior Brother Ming to chat. I'll go and get busy now."

He pulled Ming Wuxiang to leave, but Zuiwu shouted: "Mingwuxiang, come here!"

Ming unknown stopped and turned around to look at Wu.Ben Song was busy trying to smooth things over, but was stopped by Wu: "I didn't call you!"

Ben Song was robbed and because of his status, he did not dare to say more.Liao Wushang looked Ming unknown up and down, and said: "He is indeed quite handsome, he is really a monster!"

Ming Wei just remained silent, and then asked again: "Why don't you speak?"

Ming Ming said in an unknown way: "This disciple is a monster. Once he opens his mouth, he will probably confuse the public with his evil words."

Liao Wu sneered and said: "Don't rely on the two abbots Jueming and Jueming to love you, and you can go to heaven! Two abbots are not as good as one! I'm watching you, don't make any mistakes, otherwise we'll see!" After saying that, he led the disciples away.

Ben Song said: "Junior Brother Ming, don't take it to heart. His apprentice is crazy and just wants to take it out on you."

Ming unknown said calmly: "It's okay."

The four councils discussed it together, and word gradually spread that the lay monks had changed their names.Among the four courtyards and eight halls of the seven orthodox and five secular ones, the majority are composed of orthodox monks. I heard that even the two abbots Juejian Jueming, who opposed the name change, were wavered. After the Buddha's birthday, the four courtyards will hold a joint discussion again. By then, it is almost a foregone conclusion that the name of the lay monks will be changed. .At this moment, the Shaolin Temple is in a turbulent time. The lay monks feel that they have relied on lay monks for Shaolin affairs for many years, but they are treated as second-class monks. They are very dissatisfied. The main monks think that the lay monks have ruined the reputation and harmed the good monks. Now, Justice was finally served.

At this time, the two factions were at loggerheads. Whenever they met, they would always jeer at each other and clash constantly. Although there were no fights that hurt anyone, the conflicts intensified and the only difference was an opportunity.

That night, Ming unknown checked into Puguang Inn. This was his first time staying in an inn.Although Puguang is not a first-class inn, it is much more comfortable than his stay in Shaolin Temple.I lit a candle at unknown time, touched the quilt, opened the window, and saw the peach branches and leaves under the moonlight.

He left the room and strolled to the backyard. He raised his head and saw that the window of Benson's room next door was not closed. The figure behind the window was looking here, but did not say hello to him, as if he was thinking about something.

Ming Wuxi thought for a while and looked in the direction of Shaolin Temple.

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At this time, most of the Shaolin Temple's disciples went to the Buddhist capital to help organize the Buddha's Birthday Festival. Ling Jing took advantage of the night to walk from Wenshu Monastery to Zhengye Hall of Puxian Monastery.He climbed over the courtyard wall, avoided the watchman monk, and arrived outside the unknown house.

Liao Jing knew that Ming Wuxi lived alone and had no roommates.Seeing that the door was unlocked, he was about to push it open. After thinking about it, he went around to the back window and confirmed that no one was in the room before pushing the window open and entering.

The reason why he went around to the window was because he was worried that some unknown tampering had been done to the door and someone would notice if he broke in.However, he then checked the door panels and windows and found no trap.

Ming's unknown room was spotless, and it was so different from his own room. "What a model kid." Liao Jing thought to herself.He rummaged carefully and found nothing else in the house except scriptures.There are only two shabby singles and two sets of underwear in the wardrobe.He looked under the bed. Even the bottom of the bed was clean without a trace of dust.He pulled out the desk drawer, which contained only needlework, small scissors, a small pen, an inkstone and other miscellaneous items.

Could it be that I am too worried?Think about it carefully, what is the scheming 15-year-old boy planning?Temple status, or other benefits?

He was about to push back the drawer when a sudden thought occurred to him.

"He has a pen and inkstone in his drawer, but why is there no paper?"

The borrowed scriptures from the Sutra Pavilion were not allowed to be annotated by the monks. He looked around again and confirmed that there was no paper in the room. After thinking for a while, he pulled out the entire drawer, raised the candle and looked at the mezzanine inside, and saw a notebook.He hurriedly took it out, fearing that the oil from the lamp would stain the manuscript, he placed the candle on the edge of the bed and read by the light.

Those were Ming's notes, which were unexpected. Ming's handwriting was wild and casual, and he often had shortcomings and shortcomings.Liao Jing thought to himself: "This guy is not without any shortcomings."

He read it carefully, and the more he read, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.It records how Ming and Wu secretly plotted and observed every move to lure the fortune teller. It also records how Fu Yingcong came to show his kindness, but he saw through it, and how he then used a trick to make Fu Yingcong take the drug he brought, and then... He sent him to the place agreed with this month, how he showed off his lust this month, how he bullied Fu Yingcong, and how he provoked and induced Fu Yingcong to commit suicide when he collapsed and was in a daze.And on top of the snowy mountains, forcing Yao Yunda and Yao Yunda to fight each other, observing the changes in the two people, and finally the process of how he pretended to be a ghost with his fingers and drove this month crazy.

Liao Jing could only feel his scalp numb when he saw it. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe that such a horrific thing could happen in the world.

Demon Bo Xun, this was the first thought that came to his mind.If there really is such a monster in this world, it must be the demon Bo Xun who comes to the world to destroy the Buddha!

But no matter how unbelievable it is, as long as you have this notebook, you can expose Ming's evil intentions.Liao Jing put the notes in his arms and returned the drawer to its original place.

This trip was a great success, and Liao Jing should have been very satisfied, but for some reason, he always felt a little uneasy.He walked to the next room again - that was Liao Xin's room.

Liao Xin's room was cleaned as cleanly as Ming Wu's room. Even though Liao Xin was not there, Ming Wu was not lazy at all.He rummaged through the house and found a thick stack of diaries tied with rope under the bed.He untied the rope, and in the diary, apart from the practice notes of the heart, there were unknown records about Yu Ming, and the love overflowed from the paper.Liao Jing thought, after reading each article like this, the sky would be bright after reading it.He flipped forward from the last book, only to see it written in the next few days: "Recently, my mind has been sleepy, distracting thoughts are flying, and evil spirits are disturbing me, making it difficult to control myself. This is because I have not mastered the cultivation skills, and it is difficult to get rid of desires. I should uphold the precepts and recite sutras." , improve your kung fu.”

Liao Jing thought: "How come my mind has become like this?" He turned forward again, mostly because he was trapped in inner demons and warned himself to be vigilant.Turning to the unknown day when the birthday peach was presented, it read: "Xiang'er wishes my teacher a birthday and presents a birthday peach. My heart is relieved. More than ten years have passed in a hurry. Fortunately, Xiang'er is smart, has profound Buddhist wisdom, and has a bright future. Today. I broke the 30-year-old precepts because of Xiang'er. Although I have no regrets, I feel guilty. Cultivation is inherently difficult. Once you start a thought, it will never stop."

He flipped through a few more pages, mostly miscellaneous things.He has a lazy personality, and his actions today are unprecedentedly diligent. Now that the evidence has been found, he will not dwell on it.

At this time, he suddenly heard the sound of the front door opening, and his heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly blew out the candles and listened carefully. He heard the sound of slight footsteps, and guessed that the unknown person had returned.He quickly tied up the diary and kept thinking about whether he had left any loopholes in the unknown room just now.

He heard the sound of Ming Wuxi opening the window. If he jumped out of the window and escaped at this moment, he would be discovered by Ming Wuxi next door.Ling Jing pushed Ling Xin's diary back to its original place under the bed, and gently swept up the dust falling around it to make sure it was spotless.Those who couldn't be swept cleanly used their internal energy, took a long breath, and blew away the dust while paying attention to the movement outside.

He heard unknown footsteps again, approaching here.At this time, everything was silent, and even the slightest sound would attract attention. He moved gently, rolled over and rolled under the bed.

With a sound of "Yeah", the door was pushed open.He looked from under the bed, and under a weak light, he could only see a pair of feet. It was Ming Wu who came in holding a candle.

"Did he find out that the notes were stolen?" Liao Jing held his breath and thought, "If he finds out at this time and takes action, will I be a fortune teller who breaks into the room and twists off his head with one claw? Lu Changfeng, was he poked dozens of holes with his fingers?"

Although he is more than ten years older than Ming Wuxiang and is a first-class figure in his generation, Mingwu is really a monster. If he is not completely sure, he should not take risks.

At this time, the room was dark, only illuminated by the candle in Ming's hand. The enemy was visible and we were hidden. If he was caught off guard, there would be a chance to escape. It was even possible to kill the monster with one hit.

But now that we have evidence in hand, why bother to confront him head-on?

He was thinking a lot here and was undecided. He slowly turned around, walked out of the house, and closed the door.After a while, I heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, and the unknown sound seemed to have faded away.

Liao Jing took a long breath, dug out from under the bed, touched the notes in his arms, and escaped from the window.

That night, Liao Jing lay in bed thinking about what to do with the notebook.Logically speaking, it should be handed over to the abbot of Zhengye Hall, or to the abbot of Zhengjian Hall who has entered the hall Mingming.However, the two uncles both preferred the unknown. This notebook may not be able to convict him, but it is afraid of causing trouble again.

I have no choice but to leave it to the master, Ling Jing thought.

Although the root of the disaster was finally eradicated, Liao Jing still felt a little uneasy in his heart.He is a perceptive person, and he knows that the so-called uneasiness is actually the inner intuition that something is wrong, but he has not yet discovered what is wrong.

Because of this uneasiness, Liaojing did not go directly to Abbot Jueru the next morning.He knew that he was staying in the Buddha's capital for unknown reasons, and waited until after dinner before going to see Jueru.

"I don't have a birthday, so why am I here again?" Jueru asked, "If you are too leisurely, the Buddha City will be bustling now."

"I just miss you, Master, and want to be close to you." Liao Jing said, "We, master and disciple, get together less often and stay apart more often. We rarely see each other, so I also want to show my filial piety."

"Well, everything about Shaolin Temple is good, but the two temples of Manjusri and Guanyin are too far apart. It would take a year and a half to walk there without walking." Jueru joked, and then asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Do you still have the sweet-scented osmanthus and chestnut cake from last time?" Liao Jing asked.

"It has become moldy a long time ago." Jueru said, "Someone brought loquats here. Can you eat them?"

"Okay, Master, everything is fine. I can eat whatever I have." Liao Jing said.

Jueru took out a bag of loquats from the cabinet and said, "You love Master so much, why not come back and follow me. You can eat good fruit every day, and learn more skills to ensure that you make rapid progress."

Liao Jing pondered for a long time: "Learn Kung Fu..."

Jueru asked: "What's going on? Which martial arts book are you interested in?"

Liao Jing asked: "If someone masters Nian Hua Fingering at the age of 15, what state is that?"

Jueru laughed loudly and said, "Are you kidding me? 15 years old? Even those with poor qualifications can't even practice at 50 years old!"

Liao Jing said: "Just talking, if there is such a genius, how powerful would it be?"

Jueru said: "This is the unique skill of Abbot Jueming. He started to practice the flower fingering method when he was 28 years old. According to records in the temple, the fastest person to master the flower fingering technique was 23 years old. At the age of 15... that must be the reincarnation of Bodhidharma. .”

Liao Jing said: "Maybe he is Bo Xun's reincarnation."

Jueru said: "I don't know whether Bo Xun is reincarnated, but there are many disciples of Tou Bo Xun in the temple."

Liao Jing knew that Master was talking about lay monks.He did not agree with his master's idea on this point. In his opinion, you should practice your own practice. Everyone is working hard for Shaolin, and there is really no need to fight between the orthodox and the secular.

Jueru asked: "Why do you ask about this?"

Liao Jing said: "No, I'm just asking. Is there any martial arts expert who can defeat this flower finger?"

Jueru said: "There is no special attack, but from the perspective of moves and characteristics, Kasaya Demon Subduing Technique is based on softness and uses hardness. It can block the invisible energy of the flower finger, so it is the best choice. You Do you want to learn? I can give you a metaphor."

Liao Jing hurriedly waved his hands and said, "I can't do it, I'm lazy."

"If you weren't lazy, you might be able to become the abbot before you are even forty. You should also give me a long face and make my teacher more famous."

Liao Jing smiled and said: "Master, you are a righteous monk. It is inappropriate to be burdened by such a false reputation. It is inappropriate!"

"Are you trying to teach me a lesson?" Jueru scolded with a straight face, "Turn around and let me kick your butt twice!"

Liao Jing feigned surprise: "Master, no! When did you get into this bad habit of touching people's butts casually?"

Jueru laughed loudly and said: "Even if you really master the flower fingering at the age of 15, your internal strength will be insufficient and your skill will be limited. If you want to make the 72 Shaolin stunts profound, you must have profound internal strength as a foundation." Yi Jin Jing Only the successive abbots of the four courtyards and eight halls can practice. The original and duplicate copies are placed in the Main Hall and are collected by the abbot himself. As for the Marrow Cleansing Sutra, as you know, when the Nu King revolted, the temple was hit by war, and the copy of the Marrow Washing Sutra was lost. Although it is here, it has been bitten by insects and ants for many years, and there are many missing words on it. If you want to practice it, you will definitely become a demon, so I put it in a secret storage of magical powers, just for viewing."

Liao Jing asked: "They are said to be two great magical arts. How come there are not a few people who have learned the Yi Jin Jing in the past few decades, and there are only a few people who have learned the Marrow Cleansing Jing in the records?"

"There are really not many. It is said that if you practice these two internal skills to a deep level, they are indistinguishable. But the Yi Jin Jing is easy to get started, but difficult to practice intensively. After practicing for 30, 50, or even [-] years, you will be as good as Juekong's first seat. It’s not the end.”

The leader of Juekong is not only the leader of lay monks, but also the leader of Shaolin in terms of martial arts. Even before Kongtong Qizigai Qi Sanye became famous, he was regarded by most people in the world as the leader.But these days, being the best in the world doesn't help. No one is fighting for it, and no one cares about it. It can only be regarded as a compliment.

"The Marrow Cleansing Sutra is different, Yi Jing is difficult to learn. Once you get started, you will make rapid progress in the early stage. But there are also many people who spend 50 years and can't even get into the basic level. They waste their time in vain, which is worse than the initial Yi Jin Jing." It’s worse, if it’s you, do you want to practice the Yi Jin Jing or the Marrow Cleansing Jing?”

Liao Jing asked: "There have been so many eminent monks and virtuous people in the temple for hundreds of years, and there are many smart and wise people among them. Isn't it possible that they haven't mastered it?"

"It is said that the Marrow Washing Sutra lacks the introductory teachings in the front. Some people say that the Marrow Washing Sutra has never been completed. Some people even say that the Marrow Washing Sutra currently stored in the temple is a fake. The authentic version was more than 200 years ago. It was annihilated when the previous emperor destroyed the Buddha." Jue Ru said, "But I heard that someone practiced it more than 100 years ago, which dispelled this rumor. It shows that this Marrow Cleansing Sutra can really be practiced."

"Who?" Liao Jing asked.

"I don't know." Jueru replied.

Liao Jing became curious again: "Why don't you know?"

"There is a record of this person in the temple, but his name is not mentioned. Isn't it strange?" Jue Ru said, "In short, you don't have to think about reaching the sky in one step. Any martial arts practiced to a high level is almost the same. Not only is the power about the same, but the difficulty of the next step is also about the same. It's easy to say The Jin Jing is easy to learn but difficult to master, and there are many people who have achieved great success in less than ten years. It is said that the Marrow Cleansing Jing is difficult to learn and easy to master. At the level of your master and me, the next step depends on talent and opportunity, otherwise everyone They’re all going to practice the Marrow Cleansing Sutra, so why are they practicing the Yijin Sutra?”

Liao Jing walked in circles for a long time, but never got to the point. He just thought about what was wrong. At this time, he had to say it, so he asked: "Master, what do you think about this person Ming Wuxi...?"

"Why are you mentioning him again?" Jue Ru looked him up and down and said, "You asked Master what he thought of him? Could it be... what do you want to do? If Master wants to allow you to get married, you must first return to secular life and find a serious man. Girl."

Liao Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "Master, I am asking seriously."

Jueru said: "I am also serious. I never thought that you would be led astray by a lay monk. Doing this yin and yang thing really makes Master sad and heartbroken."

"You didn't learn this from Master." Liao Jing spread his hands and said, "You just asked me to turn around and wanted to touch my butt."

The master and apprentice laughed.

Jueru said: "Seriously speaking, Ming is a talented person. Not to mention the two abbots of Jue Ming and Jue Guan, even the head of Jue Guan has praised him highly. He looks handsome, like a beautiful woman, humble and intelligent. , works hard, has a photographic memory, and still remembers the old love of Master, and lives in the old residence of Zhengye Hall. Strange, why can't I get such a good disciple? "

When Jueru said "photographic memory", Lingjing's heart suddenly skipped a beat.There is no paper in the unknown room. That is because he has a photographic memory and does not need to take notes. If this is the case, why prepare a pen and inkstone just to record his own crimes?Will he forget it himself?Since we won’t forget, why record it?
He turned around, with his back to Jueru, and took out the notes he got last night. It was bright daylight, and the handwriting on it was clear. He read it carefully and felt that the handwriting looked familiar. If he looked carefully, it was his own handwriting. ?It is unknown whether he imitated his own handwriting and wrote this book. If he stupidly sent it to the book, he would be convicted of framing Zhongliang, and it was the stupidest kind of framing.

Jueru saw him turn around and asked, "What are you doing? Are you really facing Master?"

Liao Jing hurriedly joked: "I just want to test whether Master has the same moral character." At the same time, he quickly put away his notes.Jueru started to kick and cursed: "That's nonsense, weird!" He added, "You should also learn from him, don't rely on your intelligence, you're just lazy!"

Liao Jing smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, Master, disciple, change it immediately!"

Jueru asked: "How to change it?"

Liao Jing said with a bitter face: "Now you write the hand sealing metaphor, and the disciple will immediately learn the cassock demon subduing technique."

Jueru laughed loudly.

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On the fifth day of April, three days before the Buddha's birthday, Bensong saw that person again at the Dharma gathering in front of the Buddha's bone relics.I don't know if it was fate or something else, but she was lined up in Bensong's team as always, and Bensong felt very relieved.

I have been waiting for a year, just for these few days to meet. Just these few days of meeting are enough to comfort a year of lovesickness.

Seeing that there were only a dozen people missing, Zuo Wu came over and whispered in Bensong's ear: "The tea leaves are gone. Abbot Jueji wants to drink tea. You can go to Zenfeng Tea House to buy some."

Benson said hurriedly: "But I am praying for the pilgrims."

Liao Wu cursed in his ear: "Fuck you, someone will work for you. Go quickly and stop nagging!"

Ben Songyuan wanted to refuse, but when he saw Wu's ferocious appearance, he had no choice but to salute the pilgrim and said, "I have something to do, so I'll come back as soon as I go." After that, he quickly left.

Unknown Ming was answering questions for lay people and guiding the way at the Dharma conference. When he saw Bensong leaving, he turned around and saw that Bensong's place had been replaced by other monks praying for the pilgrims.

Ben Song was anxious in his heart, but at this time the Buddhist capital was crowded with people. He was a monk, so running at will would be unethical and attract attention, so he could only move forward quickly.When he arrived at Zenfeng Tea House, he saw that the place was full of distinguished guests and the crowd was crowded. He hurriedly stepped forward to queue up and waited for half an hour before it was his turn to buy tea.He brought the tea leaves, but even though he knew it would definitely not be enough, he still hurried back to the Dharma assembly, handed the tea leaves to Wu first, and then returned to his seat to pray for the pilgrims.

"I missed it this year after all." He sighed secretly and thought to himself, "Well, she should stay at Puguang Inn tonight, right?" He gathered his thoughts and concentrated on praying for the pilgrims who came later.

An hour later, he saw the familiar figure again in the team.She is still in the team, advancing in order.

"How could it be?" Ben Song was surprised. "Could it be that she, like me, had to leave early and had to rearrange the queue?" Ben Song thought, unable to conceal his inner joy, he couldn't help but smile, and his eyes met Ming Wuxi's.

Unknown Ming responded with a polite smile, as warm as a peach blossom blooming.

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She already knew that she suspected him, Liao Jing thought.

When he returned to the room last night, he might have found himself, but he was just hesitant to take action.

This evildoer helped Abbot Juejian review official documents at Zhengjian Hall and saw his own handwriting. He didn't expect that he could imitate it so perfectly. He was omnipotent.

At this point, there is no need to cover up.This man is already so dangerous at the age of fifteen. If he stays in Shaolin Temple, he will be in endless trouble.

But how to eradicate this monster is difficult.

Liao Jing looked at the secret book of cassock demon subduing skills in his hand.

How many days does this take to practice...

If he did it now, he was only 15 years old. He was a full round older than him, so logically speaking, his skills would be more advanced than his.

However, this monster is unreasonable.

He thought of his seventh senior brother.

The seventh senior brother is very talented and has always been the best in martial arts among the brothers. It is said that the master originally wanted to treat him as a closed disciple.Of course, Master said this to every disciple.

Three years before he entered the school, there was a huge gap in kung fu between him and his seventh senior brother. After three years, the gap began to narrow, and after another three years, they were evenly matched.After that, the Seventh Senior Brother could no longer catch up with him.

I should really be more serious about learning martial arts, I regret it.

The talent gap between himself and Ming Wu is probably even greater than the gap between his seventh senior brother and himself. In a few years, no one will be able to defeat him.

It is not easy to fight in the temple. Once there is a fight, someone must come to stop it. Even if you succeed, you will probably die.He tried not to get into that situation. The best result was of course that he could kill Ming Wuxiang and keep the position of the monk, and everything would be calm.

Of course, this is a bit difficult.

The best time is on the Buddha's birthday, when Ming is not in the temple and the Buddha is in chaos.

It is best to do it before the end of Buddha’s birthday.

He opened the secret book of cassock's demon-conquering technique.

Three moves, practice three moves first.Use these three moves to deal with Ming Shixiang and catch him off guard.

Whether you can conquer demons or not depends on God's will.

He touched his bald head and sighed: "I thought you were very useful before, but now I know how useless you are."

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She finally came to Bensong again, bowed her head and asked Bensong to pray for her.

Ben Song recited "Amitabha" and prayed for her, as always, extremely pious.

Ming Wuxi came over. The young woman raised her head and was stunned for a moment when she saw Ming Wuxi.

Ming unknown smiled slightly, put his hands together and saluted.

The young woman returned the gesture, turned and left.

"Poor woman." Ming whispered unknownly.Benson heard this and turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Her husband beat her." Ming unknown said with infinite regret on his face.

Bensong's heart suddenly trembled, and he said: "Don't talk nonsense, she looks normal."

Ming said unclearly: "The wound is on the back. It should be a disciple of a noble family. He wanted to cover up his ugliness, so he only hit it on the back and chest. No traces were exposed, and his behavior was the same."

Benson asked: "How do you know?"

Ming said unclearly: "When she lowered her head, she could see bruises through the collar of her back."

Ben Song said: "Maybe he was injured by a fall."

Ming Ming shook his head and said, "Probably not."

Ben Song froze in place, forgetting his work for a moment.

Knowing that you are well, this life is enough.

What should you do if you are not good?
At dusk, Ben Song returned to the inn, opened the window, looked at the peach trees downstairs, and waited for the man to appear.

This year is not as peaceful as in previous years.

After dinner, the beauty appeared again.

Was she really being bullied?

Not long after, another person appeared. Ben Song took a closer look and found that it was unknown.

Bensong's heart suddenly trembled, and he saw Mingmei stretched out his finger and pointed in his direction. The beauty raised her head and was looking face to face with Bensong.

Benson stared at the woman, and after a moment, closed the window.

The candlelight flickered, making me unable to control myself.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. Ben Song opened the door and saw that it was unknown.

Ming said uncertainly: "I'm going back to the Shaolin Temple to sleep tonight. Is there anything that Senior Brother would like me to bring back to the temple?"

Benson shook his head and said, "Nothing." He then asked, "I saw you downstairs just now. What did you say to the lady?"

Ming said vaguely: "I asked her if she knew senior brother."

Ben Song asked doubtfully: "Why do you ask about this?"

Ming said vaguely: "Senior brother prayed for someone this afternoon, didn't he leave halfway? When the lady saw you leaving, she gave up her seat to an old lady and waited until you came back before re-queuing. I think she should know senior brother. "

Benson was startled, thinking of what happened in the afternoon, and asked again: "What did she say?"

Ming said vaguely: "She said she knew senior brother, but senior brother didn't know her. He didn't talk to her about old times for so many years."

Hearing this, Ben Song was shocked and confused.

Ming unknown added: "When I came to the Buddhist capital this time, I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to find old friends from childhood, but I didn't expect that it was only 11 years ago and it would be difficult to find an acquaintance. Unless we are in a familiar place, I really don't know how to meet. "

After saying that, Ming Wuxiang left and went downstairs. When he passed the hall, several monks from Zhengye Hall were eating. Ming Wuxiang said to himself: "What is such a beautiful woman thinking while standing under the peach blossom tree? "

He was sure that the monks at Zhengye Hall had heard it, and they were all Wu Wu's subordinates.

Ben Song stood in the room blankly for a long time, then went downstairs, came to the backyard under the peach tree, and stood next to the beauty.

The person he had been dreaming about for 19 years.

After a while, the beauty suddenly asked: "Is the candied haws delicious?"

Ben Song was surprised and turned to look at her.

The beauty said: "That year I asked Brother Lang to take me to buy candied haws on a stick, and I stood in line behind you. Seeing that you didn't eat it yourself because you were short of a penny, so you gave the two candied haws to your younger siblings, so I took the four candied haws on the string. I bought it for you and followed you because I actually wanted to give it to you. But I was thin-skinned at the time and was afraid of hurting your self-esteem, so I didn’t know how to talk to you. You turned around suddenly and bumped into me."

She spoke eloquently, as if she were talking about a memory as distant as a previous life. For Ben Song, that memory also seemed like a lifetime ago.

"A year later, I saw you at the Dharma gathering, and I kept seeing you for the next few years. I thought that every time I came to this Dharma gathering, I would always see you. A few years later, I saw you become a monk. "

Speaking of this, the beauty paused for a moment, and then continued: "After that, I got married and you became a praying monk. I lined up in your queue and knew that you lived in this inn, so I stayed here overnight. You love Looking at the peach tree, I stood under the peach tree. I wanted to talk to you several times, but after all, I was thinking about what happened more than ten years ago, and I was afraid that you would have forgotten it. "

"I don't like to look at peach trees. What I want to see is the person under the tree." Bensong thought in his heart, but did not say it. He only said: "I have never forgotten that thing. I divided the bunch of candied haws, brother." One for my sister and two for me, just right."

"It's a pity that it fell on the ground and it's dirty." The beauty said quietly.

"It's not dirty." Ben Song said, "That's the most unforgettable taste in my life."

The two were silent for a long time, and Ben Song said: "It's late at night, let's go up and chat."

The beauty nodded, and the two of them went upstairs one after the other.They were careful to avoid other monks, and Benson took her to Ming's unknown room for no other reason than not to be disturbed.

They did not violate the rules. They just sat and chatted with each other over a pot of tea and plates of fruits, recounting their experiences over the past ten years.Her real name is Yuan Zhixuan. She comes from a wealthy family, and her family is devout in worshiping Buddha.Bensong said that his parents moved away and he was the only one in their former residence.Yuan Zhixuan said that Lang Ge was her cousin, a member of the Wudang clan who had received the title of chivalrous person. He took good care of her when she was a child and returned to Hunan to get married.Ben Song told how he learned skills in the Shaolin Temple, how his master took care of him, and the unknown Ming who just talked to her. He was treated as a fool when he was a child, but he didn't expect to become a child prodigy when he grew up.

In this way, after chatting until dawn and feeling sleepy, Yuan Zhixuan went back to her room to sleep.

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On the sixth day of April, two days before the Buddha’s birthday.

Mingwu returned to the Dharma assembly to receive pilgrims. Bensong took advantage of the lunch break to take a nap, and then asked Mingwu where he would sleep tonight. Mingwu said he was going back to the temple, so Bensong didn't ask any more questions.

That night Yuan Zhixuan came again, and the two chatted all over the place again, as if they had endless things to say.When the conversation continued, Bensong asked, "Aren't your husband's family worried if you go to Shaoshi Mountain alone?"

Yuan Zhixuan was silent for a while and said: "He sent me up the mountain and left. We are all Shaolin disciples here, so nothing will happen. After the Buddha's birthday, he took me back."

Ben Song hesitated for a while, remembered what Ming Wuxiang had said, and asked: "Is your husband good to you?"

Yuan Zhixuan closed her eyes gently, then opened them slowly, stood up, turned her back to Ben Song, and unbuttoned her clothes.

Ben Song hurriedly turned his head away, and Yuan Zhixuan exposed half of her back. Her snow-white skin was covered in bruises from her neck to her back.

Yuan Zhixuan said: "He is a disciple of an aristocratic family. He likes to drink. He beats people when he is drunk. He will also beat people when he is not drinking."

Ben Song glanced back and saw the bruise on her back. He felt distressed and pity, but he didn't know what to say.

Yuan Zhixuan was about to put on her clothes when suddenly there was a "click" from the window and a masked man broke in.Ben Song was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward.The man struck very quickly and grabbed Ben Song by the throat with one hand.Yuan Zhixuan was about to scream, but she remembered her secret meeting with the monk and hurriedly covered her mouth.

When the masked man saw the two of them, he cursed in a low voice: "Why are you?" Seeing Yuan Zhixuan's disheveled clothes, he lowered his voice and said, "You are doing such a dirty thing here!"

Yuan Zhixuan knelt on the ground and said: "Sir, spare your life, we didn't do anything! I was the one who seduced him, you let him go... it has nothing to do with him!"

The masked man heard what Yuan Zhixuan said was strange, and saw that she was pretty and pretty, and looked at Ben Song. Although she was not ugly, she just had the appearance of an ordinary person, and there was nothing surprising about it. It was Ben Song who seduced others. possible.

The masked man said: "Please speak clearly. Where is the unknown person?"

Ben Song's face turned red, he could hardly breathe, and said: "He...he went back to the temple..."

The masked man said "hmm" and said, "What's going on with you? Tell me clearly."

The two talked about the past one by one.At this time, the two of them were panicked, their lives were hanging on the line, and they didn't dare to call for help, so they couldn't hide anything anymore and their affection was fully revealed.

After finishing speaking, the two looked at each other with deep affection.

The masked man was Jing Jing. He originally wanted to kill Ming Ming, but he came after asking about the room. He didn't expect to see this happening. He was dumbfounded when he heard this. The first thought in his mind was: "Ben Song has such a long life." I am so admired by beautiful women, how come I have such a character, and the only people facing me are my master and a group of monks?" He secretly felt sulky, knowing that he had not returned to Shaolin for unknown reasons, and he was probably watching nearby at the moment.It's just that it's unclear why they manipulate these two people?I thought it was definitely not a good thing like the beauty of adulthood. I was afraid that these two people would suffer, so I said: "You have six impure roots, so there is no need to be a monk. I can't control your affairs. If you want to, run away, or recognize your fault and be caught." If caught, everyone will die."

After saying that, he ran out of the window again, leaving the two people at a loss.

Liao Jing jumped up to the roof, took off his mask, and looked around. At this time, the lights of the Buddhist capital were bright, but no one could be seen.

Liao Jing thought to himself: "Obviously, he must have a plan to attack these two people. I really don't know how he wants to harm people."

He stretched out and simply slept on the roof. He thought to himself: "It's better to return to secular life. Maybe I can find a wife." He also thought, "Oh, making a living is not easy. I have to pay attention in the Sutra Pavilion." Ji Seng, you can enjoy your days reading books and practicing Qigong, but for a wife, it’s not worth it, it’s not worth it!”

Early the next morning, Liao Jing woke up, turned around and went out of the room. He found a mirror and saw that he had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, especially his nose, which was particularly handsome. He was quite satisfied.I saw a female pilgrim passing by again, stopped me and asked, "Am I good-looking?" The female pilgrim was surprised, glanced at her, nodded quickly and said, "Good-looking! Good-looking!" and left in a hurry.

Liao Jing said "Ha". He was about to face a life-or-death battle and was feeling nervous. He used this opportunity to laugh and relieve his mood.

The seventh day of April is the day before the Buddha’s birthday.

Ben Song was frightened last night and had an uneasy sleep.Pushing open the door, Yuan Zhixuan was already in the hall.

He walked down. Yuan Zhixuan saw him coming down and went up to greet him.

"My husband will pick me up tomorrow morning and leave Shaolin after the Buddha's birthday." Yuan Zhixuan said calmly.

Benson understood what she meant.

19 years of lovesickness, now it will be reincarnated again, or it may be different.

A few days ago, he would definitely not have agreed.You are married and you have become a monk. Meeting once a year is already a luxury.

But after seeing the commotion yesterday, he finally understood what he meant.

"Please tidy up. After the ceremony is over, we will leave." Bensong said.

Yuan Zhixuan nodded with a firm expression.

Bensong found Ming Wei at the ceremony and wanted to tell him about last night's events, but he didn't know how to explain why he was in his room, so he had to say that someone seemed to want to harm him, so he had to be careful whether it was unknown or not. Maybe the temple was jealous of him. of monks.

He was just saying thank you, but he didn't seem to take it seriously.

Ben Song also thanked Ming Wuxiang, but Ming Wuxiang didn't ask him the reason for his thanks, and he couldn't tell clearly.

It was the longest Dharma gathering in his life. Fortunately, Yuan Zhixuan knew his intentions and took the time to come and see him. Just like in those years, they looked at each other from both ends of the venue with a deep affection.

Just this glance made Ben Song feel at ease.

After the Dharma conference, Ben Song and Yuan Zhixuan made an appointment on the path outside the Buddhist capital.At nightfall, the two met and hurried down the mountain under the cover of darkness.

Unexpectedly, less than half a mile away, he saw several people blocking the road. Bensong's expression changed and he recognized Wu. Behind Wu was four supervisors from the Zhengye Hall.

Liao Wu sneered and said: "Hey, I thought that the righteous monks were all kind of virtuous gentlemen. They practiced unremittingly. It turned out that they also seduced women from good families. What did the Kunlun Council say? Adultery against women will be punished by the whole world."

Ben Song didn't know that since he and Yuan Zhixuan met under the tree, lay monks without subordinates had been eyeing him.They all knew about his tryst with Yuan Zhixuan after that, and they just deliberately waited until today to take action.

"Those righteous monks said that we are ruining the reputation of Buddhism. Today they are waiting to arrest you and parade you on the streets on Buddha's birthday to see who ruined the reputation of Buddhism." Liao Wu shouted, "Arrest him!"

The four supervisory monks rushed forward, not to mention that Bensong was not very good at martial arts, let alone one against four, and he was knocked to the ground not long after the fight.Yuan Zhixuan was helpless and could only cry and throw herself at her. Ben Song was afraid that she would be implicated by fists and kicks, so he turned over and hugged her, protecting her with his body.The four of them punched and kicked each other, and in just a moment Ben Song was covered in wounds and he vomited blood, all of which sprayed on Yuan Zhixuan's gorgeous clothes.Yuan Zhixuan could only hold Ben Song and scream wildly, but there was nothing she could do.

Liao Wudao: "It doesn't matter if the man is beaten to death, but if the woman is arrested, she still needs to give a confession."

Seeing that Ben Song was about to be beaten to death, there was a sudden roar and a masked man swooped in and killed him.He originally suspected that Mingwu was going to deal with these two people, so he had been secretly following behind him. Now he had no more doubts and immediately came to help.

Although he didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do so.

I saw his palms moving back and forth, passing through the flower palms left and right, and the four supervisors felt dazzled, as if they were in the clouds, and they were hit by the palms one after another before they had time to see clearly.

"Hurry up and leave!" Liao Jing shouted, waking up Yuan Zhixuan. She hurriedly helped Ben Song up, and the two of them limped before leaving.

Liao Wu shouted loudly, stepped forward to catch up, and tried to stop Ben Song with a palm, but was intercepted by Liao Jing.His skill was far higher than that of the four supervisors, and he was also the master of this month. He used the Thousand-hand Guanyin Palm, and the palm power was even more powerful and powerful. However, he didn't know that he was being restrained by Luo Jing's left and right flower-piercing palms. He slapped left and right, I just can't get out.Liao Jinggen restrained the remaining four supervisory monks, and with one enemy and five Wu, he had enough strength to spare.

Liao Wu was shocked and angry, and cursed: "Which monastery are you a monk in? Do you know that you are shielding criminals and sharing the same crime?"

Liao Jing thought to himself: "I want to answer that you are a pig head." He knew that only by defeating five people could Ben Song escape.It's just that he couldn't bear to hurt others with his heavy hands, so he could only try his best to contain them.

While he was hesitating, he suddenly heard a very slight sound of wind. Then, his mask broke into pieces for no apparent reason, and he could not feel the blow at all.

Liao Jing's heart trembled - he picked up his fingers!

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the unknown target had always been him, and Ben Song just happened to be used as a trap.As long as he takes action, he will be successful.If he shows his true face in front of Wu et al. and protects Ben Song, he will definitely be expelled from the temple.

He didn't have time to look around. It was dark at this time, and the pampas grass on both sides reached waist high. He didn't know where he was hiding.

Another extremely strong wind hit, and another piece of the clean mask was broken.

If the true identity is exposed, these five people can only be killed to silence them.

Kill someone and silence him or be expelled from the temple. This is the problem that Ming and Unknown poses to him.Either way is the road of no return.

But Liao Jing still has his way.

Before the third wind sound, Jing Jing avoided Wu's Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara Palm. His right hand became a claw and grabbed Wu's monk's clothes. With a "hiss", he tore off most of the monk's clothes.

Just as the wind was blowing, Liao Jing turned half of the monk's robe in his hand, and the internal force was everywhere. The monk's robe was inflated and swaying. Liao Jing waved the monk's robe, just like waving an inflated rubber ball. Hit No Chest.When the air valve was sealed, he groaned and fainted immediately.

Kasaya subdues demons.

This is the magic weapon he uses to deal with Ming unknown. He knows that this person is nearby, but now he no longer cares about hiding his tricks.

After Liao Wu fell down, the remaining four monks were easier to deal with. Liao Jing turned his monk's clothes around, and in just a moment, the other four monks also fell to the ground unconscious.

"Come out, nephew Ming." Liao Jing said, "We are all so familiar with each other, so stop being secretive."

Ming unknown walked slowly out of the grass.

After using the pure energy to activate his true power, half of the monk's robe immediately became inflated.

This devil must be eradicated today!
Ming Wuxiang looked around and said calmly: "I didn't expect you to know how to subdue demons with cassocks." He then said, "You have fought with them before, and you want to fight with me again. Do you have enough strength?"

Liao Jing said: "I'm going to give you a tough one, so it doesn't matter if I let you go a little bit."

Ming shook his head and said calmly: "I'd better let you go a little bit. I'll wait for you here tomorrow, you and me, two of us."

Liao Jing asked: "What is your purpose?"

Ming Ming didn't answer and jumped into the grass.Liao Jing did not catch up.Ming Wuxiang was right. If he fought with him now, he would suffer more.

If you had known this, don't hesitate as soon as you come on the field, defeat them as soon as possible, don't waste your energy with them, Liao Jing secretly regretted it.But he also knew that if he dared to let him go without knowing it, he must be confident.

As for myself, I am not sure.

The eighth day of April, Buddha's birthday.

After Wu woke up, there was a fuss, and the incident was reported to Zhengye Hall.All we know is that Ben Song is missing and remains to be traced.

There is nothing else to do on the Buddha’s birthday, it ends successfully.

Liao Jing spent a day adjusting her breath and breathing to get herself into the best state. Then she went to Guanyin Temple, ate a few snacks from Master, and asked Master to take good care of them.

At midnight, Liao Jing arrived at the agreed place and waited for the unknown arrival.

(End of this chapter)