Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Chapter 85 The Monk Goes Down the Mountain 】

Central Plains, Shaoshi Mountain.

This sacred place of Buddhism, known as the ancestral home of Zen, is wide open at the moment, and only a few pilgrims pay homage, which is really deserted.

Now that the Blue Star Buddhism and Taoism are not visible, it is no longer the grand scene of the past.

The golden sun hangs high, illuminating the swaying cigarettes of the magnificent temples.

Back Mountain, the Temple of Discipline.

Several secluded places on Shaoshi Mountain that are not open to the public.

Several young novice monks were holding bamboo and wooden brooms, sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

A young monk with a delicate face and a cinnabar mark between his brows walked slowly on the bluestone path and stepped into the Precept Hall.

The handsome monk has a delicate figure and a face like a crown of jade. When walking, his eyes are slightly closed, holding a string of sandalwood beads in his hand, and his posture is extremely detached.

"Senior brother Guanyi."

Seeing the handsome monk, several sweeping novice monks stopped their movements and put their palms together, their words revealing reverence from the bottom of their hearts.

The delicate and handsome monk who was regarded as the most outstanding of the younger generation nodded slightly, and his voice was extremely gentle and pleasant: "Amitabha."

There was a novice walking forward with his hands folded and his head bowed, beside Guan Yi he said softly: "Senior brother, the first master will wait for a long time."

The handsome monk nodded slightly, followed behind the novice monk, and walked towards the magnificent Buddhist hall not far away.

The Discipline Academy is in charge of the discipline of monks. Compared with other places in the temple, it is more serious.

A burly elderly monk is kneeling in front of the Buddha, closing his eyes and knocking on the wooden fish.

The monk is over seventy years old, his beard and eyebrows are as white as winter snow, and his face looks dusty.

"Head of the hospital, Senior Brother Guanyi has arrived."

The little novice who led the way folded his hands together, bowed his head lowly, turned around and left the Buddhist hall after speaking.

"I met Uncle Xuanyin."

Guan Yi clasped his hands together, and gave a deep salute: "I don't know why my uncle called my disciple so urgently?"

"Boom."

The sound of a wooden fish finally fell, and the old monk who was respected as the head of the Discipline Academy slowly put down the wooden hammer in his hand, closed his eyes and said: "There is news from the mountain, and a disciple needs to be sent down the mountain."

"The abbot has discussed with the heads of the school. The younger disciple Zhong Yuancheng has a fiery temper and is not serious enough. Yun Qi has a soft temper and is not vigorous enough. After much deliberation, the heads of the school think you are the most suitable."

The old monk Xuanyin's voice was soft.

Guan Yi clasped his hands together and lowered his head slightly: "Guan Yi takes orders."

Xuanyin nodded slowly: "This time you go down the mountain, you need to be careful, and if you encounter a crisis, you must not fight recklessly."

The young monk was a little puzzled, as if he didn't understand what could make Master Xuanyin, who was used to wind and waves, give such instructions, he hesitated and asked: "But I don't know what the master ordered the disciple to go down the mountain this time?"

Hearing a cold snort from the ancient and rare old monk, his eyes slowly opened, the jet-black pupils shone brightly, and his voice was suddenly cold: "Bai Yu."

The eyes of the young monk with a crown-like face changed slightly, looking at the back of the burly old monk, slightly lost in thought.

-

Modu is almost one of the most dazzling cities on this planet.

A young man in a black hoodie stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, quietly looking at the river view and the bustling crowd outside the window.

The room is extremely luxurious, and everything used is readily available.

But these eye-catching luxury items were unexpectedly neglected, and there was no trace of being used by anyone.

Not far from the young man, stood a stern black Tang knife. Like the man, it was cold, daunting, and unearthly.

Looking at the rushing water of the Shenlong River outside the window, the young man's sword eyebrows slightly frowned.

"Tap, tap."

The electronic door lock rotated, and an elegant man in a white suit walked into the room. Looking at the back by the window, the elegant man smiled helplessly.

Du Xingheng sighed lightly: "Breakthrough?"

Standing by the window, Qilinzi of the Chen family turned his head slowly, only glanced at the person coming, then retracted his eyes, still looking at the tumbling river, and nodded slightly.

"The practice room said you had left a long time ago, and I guessed that you came back."

Du Xingheng slightly shrugged his shoulders, nestled into the extremely luxurious sofa, and picked up the top-grade red wine specially prepared for Chen Qilin. Looking at the intact bottle seal, the elegant man couldn't help but click his tongue: "The old man is so willing, I beg for this bottle For half a year, he refused to give it to me."

"Now it's specially prepared for you, but you ignore it."

The elegant man curled his lips: "You are really reckless with a dead face."

Chen Qilin stood by the window without saying a word.

The young and old, who don’t get a response every day, seem to be used to this feeling, and they don’t feel annoyed, and ask as if talking to themselves: “These 15 years of accumulation and blogging have been collected by appointment, what level has the breakthrough reached this time? gone?"

"Little Grandmaster?"

Du Xingheng was a little curious: "Or the Grand Master?"

"Half-step cave."

Chen Qilin cherishes words like gold as before.

"Gan!"

Du Xingheng grinned and cursed: "It's so damn talented that you can do whatever you want."

Chen Qilin ignored Du Xingheng's words, looked at the river under his feet, and said to himself: "What happened to that?"

"It's early."

Du Xingheng, who was still immersed in the blows of his cultivation base, fell on the sofa indignantly, with a look of letting life lie flat and reckless: "Can you talk about something else for a day, and staring at this thing every day, don't you bother?" ?”

"Other?"

Staring at the river, the Qilinzi of the Chen family spoke slowly, his voice still soundless: "Then what do you think of the river?"

Du Xingheng turned over and sat up, looked at the galloping Shen Longjiang and curled his lips: "They are all the same."

"Same?"

Chen Qilin glanced at the elegant man behind him, then looked at the river again, his dark eyes changed slightly, and he said calmly: "This time, not necessarily."

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feather water.

Outside the Bianchengwei Hospital, dozens of luxury cars were parked on the side of the road.

The top sports car with flowing lines, the top sedan with the statuette standing in front of the car, and the off-road cars with half-person height wheels are almost lined up, making people dazzled.

It can be vaguely seen that there are young people in their early 20s sitting in the car, all of them exuding aura of wealth, looking at the hospital in the distance and the scorching sun above their heads, looking a little impatient.

In the black car with a golden figure standing in front of the leading car, a middle-aged beautiful woman in luxurious clothes was rubbing her hands and looking at the huge hospital in the distance.

But for a long time, I couldn't see the figure I wanted to see, and the eyes of the beautiful woman were extremely anxious.

The Border Town Guard Hospital is not open to the public, it is only open to special operators such as troops or special operations groups.

The woman asked worriedly, "Xiao An, he won't have any problems, right?"

The butler-looking old man sitting in the co-pilot looked at the time on his wrist, and slowly shook his head: "Probably not, madam, please wait a little longer. According to the government, the young master will be back at twelve o'clock."

The middle-aged beautiful woman was a little relieved, but her eyes still couldn't help but drift towards the hospital.

The news that Meng An was controlled by the government caused an uproar in Meng's family.

Some of the forces of several families fell into trouble and others suddenly emerged, which made Meng An's line a little anxious.

In the past few days, Meng An's parents have been extremely sad. They frantically searched for news about their son, hoping to get any valuable help, but it was of little use.

How could the beautiful woman not be in a hurry when she finally received the news that her son had returned home safely.

Many Yushui dandies who had good friends with Meng An also received the news and came here spontaneously, in order to make this "friendship" more eye-catching.

……

When a bright red stamp fell heavily, several staff members in camouflage led the young man through the checkpoints.

Surrounded by the staff, the young man in hospital clothes slowly walked out of the hospital hall, stretched out his hand to block the sunlight, and took a deep breath of air.

Looking at the empty world in front of him, Meng An was in a daze.

Turning his head and glanced at the hall behind him, the young man smiled deeply, his eyes slightly strange.

Then, facing the sun, he walked down the steps step by step, his steps appearing a little vain.

……

Outside the hospital, the sharp-eyed butler looked at the shambling figure walking out of the hospital from a distance, and said happily, "Madam, it's the young master!"

The middle-aged woman with a worried face suddenly raised her head and looked at her son's figure from a distance, her eyes were quickly covered with mist.

After a series of muffled sounds of opening and closing the car doors, the beautiful woman and dozens of luxuriously dressed dandies rushed to the hospital gate, eagerly looking at the young Taoist priest inside the lifting pole with extremely hot eyes.

"Meng Shao!"

"Ange!"

"Awesome, awesome~!"

Whistles and cheers of various appellations sounded randomly at the hospital gate.

Looking at the turbulent posture in front of him, Meng An turned his head towards the hospital building and saluted with two fingers, raised two fingers in front of his forehead and swiped outward, with a deeper smile on his face.

The meeting room on the top floor of the hospital.

A group of staff members evacuated slowly, while Nan Huaiqin stood by the window, watching Meng An turn his head and go through, with deep eyes.

Qin Ping and Ling Lin'er stood beside the old man, looking at the proud young man, they secretly gritted their teeth.

Qin Ping, who was already irritable, felt a little angry, and said angrily: "Teacher, is there really nothing we can do with this Meng An?!"

The iceberg girl beside her slowly shook her head, looked at the young man who was surrounded by the crowd and got into the luxury car, and said in a low voice, "There is not enough evidence, even if you know that Meng An's paper figurine is in collusion with the evil cultivator, there is no obvious evidence. Not enough to handle him."

Since the establishment of the Special Action Group, the government has set up a complete code of conduct to regulate the scope of work of the Special Action Group.

Therefore, the chain of evidence required by the special operations team needs to be more complete and clear.

Meng An refused to admit it during the interrogation, and only said it was an accident. He didn't know about these things at all, and he couldn't produce corresponding evidence. The special operations team had no choice, especially for a family with certain influence like the Meng family. Say.

Ling Liner asked in a low voice: "Teacher, what should we do next?"

"Based on the situation, the evil cultivator behind Meng An should be Pu Li. Now that Pu Li is dead, judging by Meng An's performance, he probably doesn't know about the Holy Light Sect behind Pu Li."

Nan Huaiqin's eyes flickered: "Let's talk for a while first."

"If there is, then just take this opportunity to follow the vine..."

"Dig out these scum thoroughly!"

At the end, the eyes of the sixty-year-old old man gleamed, revealing an indescribable aura.

……

Outside the hospital, the sound of roaring engines and motors came and went, and sections of light blue fireworks loomed in the exhaust pipe.

Amidst the roar of the engine, the luxury cars raised dust and drove away under the eyes of the surrounding people.

In an extremely remote corner in the distance, Chu Sen, dressed in black, held a newspaper in his hand, looked at the wave of luxury cars driving by and the blurred figures behind the hospital window, and smiled coldly.

In the black car, the middle-aged beautiful woman held her son's hand tightly, wiped her tears, choked up and said worried.

After comforting his mother a little, he turned his head out of the window, his eyes met the chilling man holding the newspaper in his hand, and Meng An, who had regained his freedom, smiled deeply.

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Clear Cloud View.

Jinyang West Frontier.

In front of Qingyun Temple, there are still many pilgrims who come here admiringly.

A group of pilgrims sighed slightly as they looked at the four-character wooden sign of "Closed View Today" hanging on the mountain gate.

Last night before Lu Chen retreated, he placed a temporary closure card, in order to avoid the breakthrough time being too long, and pilgrims from outside the mountain would visit.

The devout pilgrim Mrs. Ma acted like a tour guide among the crowd of pilgrims. Ever since she was rescued by Lu Chen that night, the old lady who was watching the horses in the clear clouds almost never set. Anyway, the supermarket had her son looking after her.

Seeing an unfamiliar face, he handed him a fan for sun protection, and by the way, talked about the beauty of Qingyun Temple, as well as the rule of not accepting incense in the temple.

The old lady Ma who was wearing a sun hat had just rested and breathed a sigh of relief when she vaguely saw someone coming up from the bottom of the mountain.

The old lady looked up.

Oh, he is a handsome young man.

Dressed in black, he looked heroic, but the scar on his face lowered his score a lot.

Mrs. Ma wiped off the sweat from her head, took out a towel and fan, and leaned on it.

Standing on a piece of bluestone, Chu Sen looked at the entire ancient Taoist temple, with a faint light flashing in his eyes.

After the secret realm in the western suburbs, it is not difficult to find him as Lu Chen.

The master ordered him to go to Yushui and pay attention to Lu Chen, he must make inquiries early.

A person who can be valued so highly by the master must know himself and the enemy.

But before Chu Sen could observe carefully, he felt someone approaching. Looking down, it was an old lady with kind eyes, holding something and looking at him with a smile.

Before the chill man could react, a few sunshade items were stuffed into the man's hands.

Madam Ma smiled and said, "Is this the young man's first time here?"

Chu Sen, who was a little confused, nodded his head foolishly.

"Hey, old lady, you see, this is your first time here."

The old lady Ma smiled: "Let me tell you, this Qingyun Temple is the most spiritual place in ten miles and eight villages!"

"Especially Daoist Lu, the master of the temple, is even more of a god, killing demons and ghosts is a no-brainer!"

The old lady was spitting and talking about Lu Chen's demeanor, which made Chu Sen feel confused.

Just when Chu Sen was about to blow old lady Ma away, a burst of spiritual light suddenly flashed.

The murderous man with a scar across his face suddenly raised his head, looking at the simple Taoist temple in front of him, his eyes were extremely surprised.

Chu Sen is not a waste of some yin sect and blood sect, who only picks out the ways of ghosts that kill people to improve his cultivation.

Chu Sen specializes in martial arts, and has cultivated all the way to half a step of Tianyuan. Men are the most sensitive to spiritual power.

This fluctuation is the spiritual power fluctuation at the time of breakthrough.

but……

But this fluctuating situation clearly only has the aura of Zhenxuan before and after...

A blinding leaf can cover up Lu Chen's aura, but it cannot cover up the changes between heaven and earth.

"Suppressing Profound Realm..."

The chilling man frowned slightly, his eyes a little dazed.

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Qingyun viewing room.

The young Taoist priest sitting cross-legged on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and the eyes were full of light.

……

In the transitional chapter, dogs are allowed to beg for a ticket~
(End of this chapter)