I Honor

: Meeting at Banshan Pavilion

By the Tianxiu River, the small courtyard is facing the water, and the night wind is extremely cold.

“It may be a pure coincidence. The wolf king is used to being cautious and good at hiding. It is reasonable to change where he lives from time to time.” Wang Zai frowned slightly, speculating.

Jiang Zhiwei looked at the quietly flowing river in front of him, and said thoughtfully: “It is also possible that someone has been watching us, and after discovering the clue, he notified the wolf king in advance.”

Meng Qi, a man of mythology, heard the string song, knew the elegant meaning, and didn’t say much, but Wang Zai had a lot of associations: “The crown prince and the third prince are both in the city of Ying, and the undercurrent is raging. It may be that someone is really watching us.”

He linked this matter with the assassination of Jin Wang Zhao Yi.

He paused and said, “This blood cloth should be used by the Wolf King to bind his wounds. Why don’t you let me take it away and see if I can trace it back to him through the Bai family’s strange technique.”

The Bai family is from the southern barbarians. It is rumored that there is a strange art of Gu poison, and there is no shortage of ways to detect blood and track it. Therefore, Wang Zai said this. If this is not the case, I am afraid that I can only invite experts in location or Buddhism and Taoism to perform supernatural powers such as celestial eyes , Borrow blood lock.

“Okay.” Meng Qi nodded and said, “But the Wolf King is not in a hurry to leave. Since he left behind a blood-stained cloth, I’m afraid he has his own way to avoid it.”

After discussing for a while, the three of them had no clue, so they temporarily separated and went back to their residences. Jiang Zhiwei would continue to ask the master of Xijiange Ying City to send people to contact the local snakes and look for the wolf king.

The next day, the sky was bright and clear, and the sun was blazing but not strong, bringing warmth in winter.

Since it has been two days since the secret report was submitted, it took longer for Senior Brother Qi to report to the Huanhua Sword Sect, and Gu Xiaosang and Luo Jiao Sanren were waiting in secret, Meng Qi had the mentality of going out to hang out as bait, and invited Jiang Zhiwei to visit Yanyu Mountain with him.

Mountains are full of beautiful scenery, and Yanyu Mountain is not as rugged as other places. It is steep and precipitous, elegant and lush, showing the gentleness of Jiangdong. Another beauty.

“The scenery in the east of the river is quite different from that in the north.” The bright sun shone straight down, breaking through the often lingering mist, making the entire misty and rainy mountain shrouded in gold, making the mountain streams and old trees quite sacred, making Jiang Zhiwei It seems to be bathed in fairy golden light.

Xijiange is located at the junction of Huazhou and Ganzhou, which can be regarded as the north.

There are many towers in the mountains, and the sound of silk and bamboo singing and dancing is faintly wafting. The aristocratic sects and wealthy officials of Yingcheng all built pavilions and monasteries in the Yanyu Mountain, where the acquired and the innate complement each other.

Meng Qi looked at the beautiful mountains and rivers, and at the pavilions and pavilions in the distance. Hehe smiled and said: “I heard that Liuxin Temple is located in Beifeng, the iron flower tea is rich in fragrance, and the self-ground bean curd is delicious, why don’t we go and chatter about it?”

Jiang Zhi sneered slightly: “I thought you would choose to go to Puxianzhai.”

“Why?” Meng Qi’s eyes widened, as if I hadn’t thought about Puxian Zhai.

“Are you a little monk? It’s not reasonable to go to the mountain to pay your respects.” Jiang Zhiwei joked, and then said with a smile, “Puxianzhai’s Arhat Vegetarian Banquet is known as the best in Yingcheng. You are used to eating it. You shouldn’t think of it first. ”

She pondered for a while, and said seriously: “I know you don’t like to be a monk, but since you have already returned to the vulgar, what can you do if you go to the temple? .”

For xinxing tempering. Xijiange has always been very important, so Jiang Zhiwei reminded Meng Qi.

Meng Qi smiled wryly and said, “I’ve been to the nunnery, and I’m afraid that the monk’s temple won’t be completed because the crown prince lives in Puxianzhai. I was involved with King Jin before. If I go there rashly, I might be involved in the royal family’s dispute and cause trouble. Come trouble.”

Before, he only told Jiang Zhiwei about Zhao Yi, and mentioned that the prince also came to Ying City, but he didn’t say where he lived in detail.

Only then did Jiang Zhiwei feel relieved. She raised her head slightly, her face was blushing, she looked at the sky, and said “calmly”, “I think too much, and I misunderstood you.”

She has no affectation.

Meng Qi chuckled and changed the topic wisely. The two talked and laughed at Yan Yan, and headed towards Beishan.

After climbing the stone steps for a while, a pavilion appeared on the flat halfway up the mountain, and a group of people stood inside.

The leader looks at the distant mountains and deep valleys hidden by clouds and clouds, with his hands behind his back, dressed in a bright yellow robe and a high crown on his head, with a tall and straight posture.

Standing behind him was a feminine middle-aged man in black robe and black hat, just looking at him, he felt cold.

Next to the middle-aged man is a monk in a red cassock, with a fat head and big ears, and a smile on his face, which makes people thinkclose.

Around them stood five yellow-robed monks, about forty, with skinny faces. Although their appearances were different, they gave people the feeling of being one.

There were guards in dark red and strong outfits scattered outside the pavilion, all of them had a sturdy temperament and extraordinary skills.

Meng Qi’s eyes froze, and he smiled wryly, “I can’t avoid what should come. If I don’t go, I will go to the mountain. If the mountain comes, I will be here.”

From this momentum alone, Meng Qi could tell that the leader was the Taijin Prince, Liang Wang Zhaoqian.

“It’s a blessing, not a disaster. It’s a disaster that can’t be avoided. Since you’re here, let’s meet up.” Jiang Zhiwei suggested.

“Of course, they’re all stuck in the middle of the road. You have to find out what their purpose is, so as not to be unaware of being stuck in a dangerous place in the future.” Meng Qi regained his composure, with a long knife on his waist, and his hands behind his back as he climbed up the steps, with a leisurely posture.

Jiang Zhiwei held a long sword in her hand, and her dress fluttered with the mountain wind, like a fairy descending on the mortal world.

“Prince, please enter the pavilion to meet me.” Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei didn’t take long before a guard came up to welcome them.

“Please lead the way.” Meng Qi said politely.

The guards led the two of them through the strict guards and entered the Banshan Pavilion.

Prince Zhao Qian turned around slowly. His facial features were quite similar to those of Zhao Yi and Zhao Heng, but his eyebrows were not as thick as theirs, but rather light.

“We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, and to hear about it coincides with the mountain path. I am so happy alone.” Zhao Qian’s voice is mellow, and if he preaches the scriptures, he may have a certain charm.

Meng Qi saluted with a smile: “The old man from the mountains has seen the prince.”

“Every day, I can meet strangers. This is the fate of meeting thousands of miles away, but almost all of them just pass by. There is no acquaintance, because of the shallow relationship.”

He told the prince with a more direct metaphor, we are not related, so don’t come to me if you have anything to do.

Zhao Qian looked like an old monk, calm and calm, pointing to the fat monk next to him and said: “This is the presiding officer of Puxianzhai, the Huayan divine monk.”

“Amitabha, the two benefactors are dragons and phoenixes, and their reputation is well-deserved.” Hua Yan put his hands together with a smile, like the kind of monk in charge who is greedy for sesame oil and money, but Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei dare not underestimate them in the slightest. Son Yu.

“Especially Benefactor Su, who was born in Buddhism and possesses the saber technique that breaks precepts. Although he acts cruelly, he is upright and upright. He eliminates evil and saves troubles, and does not violate the will of the Buddha. He really has a relationship with my Buddha.” Hua Yan looked at Meng Qi with a smile.

You are only destined for Buddha, and your whole family is destined for Buddha. Meng Qi cursed inwardly, but then laughed. Huayan is an eminent monk, and no one would believe that he had no destiny for Buddha. died without a wife or children

Seeing that Meng Qi didn’t speak, Zhao Qian showed a slight smile: “I often hear about Su Shaoxia, and I’m quite moved. With a Buddha’s heart, holding a killing knife, isn’t it the Dharma protector?”

Dharma Protector King Kong Meng Qi’s impression of Zhao Qian plummeted, worse than that of Zhao Yi.

He smiled on the surface and said: “It is rumored that the prince is practicing Buddhism and Taoism, and the four things are all empty. Why don’t you abandon the throne, escape the world, become a monk, get great purity, and seek great liberation?”

Jiang Zhiwei also interjected: “Nowadays, if you don’t go to Lianzhan and chase after power, it seems to be contrary to the Buddha’s will.”

Both of them were accusing Zhao Qian of hypocrisy, both openly and secretly, who believed in Buddhism and lingered in the world of mortal power.

“You guys are so disrespectful!” The feminine middle-aged man took a step forward and accused the two of them.

He didn’t directly suppress him, or take action to teach him a lesson. Su Wuming used to protect his weaknesses. If he did it, he would bully the small with the big, so he shouldn’t expect to leave the capital of God in this life, otherwise he would be hit by a sword.

Zhao Qian pressed his hand, signaled the middle-aged man to calm down, and said with a light smile:

“Buddha has a smile and a vajra’s glaring eyes. If everyone is obsessed with self-cultivation and ignores world affairs, who will save sentient beings?”

“If you can hold the great treasure in your hand, and make the world obey with one order, so that ordinary people will not suffer from oppression, so that martial arts monks will not worry about the evil of killing, everyone can be liberated, and go to the other shore. for greater strength”

He smiled lightly, but his tone was decisive, and he had the spirit of letting go despite tens of thousands of people.

Meng Qi was slightly shocked, the prince was a little different from what he had imagined.

But if he completely falls for Buddhism, the Taoist family will try their best to stop him, and it will be very difficult if he wants to ascend the throne

“Although the great wish is good, it is in conflict with purity. I’m afraid there will be more killings and bloody hands.” Meng Qi casually perfunctory.

Zhao Qian shook his head and laughed: “Others can say that, but you, Su Meng, are not qualified. Killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people, but you said that.”

“It was precisely after hearing these words that Gu felt that he was a confidant and wanted to come to see you.”

I’m talking nonsense, Meng Qi blinked innocently.

“This road is destined to be full of bones and seas of blood, but if we can achieve the purity of all living beings, it doesn’t matter if we fall into the eighteenth level of hell alone,” Zhao Qian said loudly.

His face is solemn, quite precious.

But what does this have to do with me? Meng Qi said to Jiang Zhiwei through voice transmission: “I thought that cultivating Buddhism is to seek pure wisdom. I never thought that Buddhism would support Zhao Qian.”

“Buddhism has the Zen sect that cultivates oneself and seeks the heart, and there is also the Pure Land sect that recites Amitabha Buddha to achieve ultimate bliss. There are many sects, and the Buddhist scriptures and practice methods are all different. How can we generalize it?” Jiang Zhiwei explained.

Zhao Qian restrained his emotions, smiled and said:”Su Meng, why don’t we make a bet.”

“What bet?” Meng Qi subconsciously asked.

Zhao Qian pointed to the five yellow-robed monks: “They are the five masters of the Pure Land School, the Dragon, the Elephant, the Tiger, the Leopard, and the Peng. Individually, they are definitely not as good as you, but they are good at teaming up, and they have the same breath. The five monks are no better than others. Any one of the top ten is poor, if you can be undefeated in 20 strokes under their siege, you will be regarded as a lonely loser. I promise you that if you need to find a lonely in the future, as long as you don’t go against the law or violate human relations, the lonely will help you gone.”

“If you lose, you have to do one thing for Gu. Don’t worry, it won’t involve killing each other, friends killing each other, etc.”

Meng Qi looked at the five monks, and found that their auras were indistinctly connected, as if they were one.

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