Swallow Back

"Nonsense!" The fat monk suddenly changed his face: "I didn't say last time that Mr. Zixuezhai will not see outsiders easily in the future. Are you a pig brain and can't understand?"

The man in blue was scolded bloody, but he only obeyed and did not dare to refute.

After the fat monk finished scolding, his expression softened a little, and then asked, "How did you deal with the evil guest?"

The man in blue said cautiously: "I think that man has some martial arts skills. I was afraid that he would make too much noise, so I made him pay twenty silver coins and sent him away..."

Hearing this, the fat monk became even more furious, and he stretched out his hand and threw the short tea table out: "You are so daring! You have provoked Mr. Zixuezhai, and he only lost twenty taels of money and let him go. ?What do you mean?"

The face of the man in blue was hit by the table, but he didn't dare to avoid it, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he said bravely: "I'm just afraid that there will be too much movement, and the old monks who are picketing in the temple will seize the handle..."

"You are afraid of shit!" The fat monk sneered: "It's nothing more than a few pedantic old monks standing on the side! What power do they have? Who can they command? It's just those idiots who listen to their words to the devil! Now! Even the team leader of the Demon Ninja was imprisoned for committing crimes, so what are you afraid of?"

Hearing this, the man in blue had to grit his teeth and make up his mind, saying firmly: "I guess the villain hasn't gone far, so the villain will go grab him and hand it over to the master..."

The fat monk stretched out his foot and kicked a teapot, and interrupted, "Why don't you hurry?"

The man in blue backed out.

The tea master Zixuezhai finally calmed down and said in a low voice, "I can't count on the people in the shop, it's still Master Juehui, you can help me out..."

The fat monk turned his head to see the beauty, changed his smile instantly, and said with a wretched smile, "Do you want to express your gratitude, sir?"

Tea master Zixuezhai blushed, but with a dignified and arrogant look, he nodded indifferently and said, "If you catch a bad guest tonight, let the master's seven tea utensils be used on me to demonstrate, how?"

The chubby monk was suddenly excited, his heart was itching, his saliva was drooling, and he clapped his hands and shouted: "Good good!"

The tea master Zixuezhai was still Ling Ran's inviolable appearance, as quiet and elegant as the people in the tea ceremony.

After a while, the fat monk suddenly shook his head: "I haven't seen you for a few days, the poor monk really can't wait for that, sir, do it well, let's get a shallow set first!"

The tea master Zixuezhai reluctantly stretched out his finger and pointed to the ground: "Master was angry just now and turned the table over. Now that there is no tea vessel, I can only use my lips and tongue, and talk about it on paper for a while."

The fat monk said anxiously: "That's not bad, let's talk quickly!"

The tea master Zixuezhai rolled his eyes angrily, unbuttoned his upper body clothes, bent down, and was about to perform his skills when he suddenly raised his head and asked, "You said just now that the team leader of the Demon Ninja has been locked up by you? "

The fat monk said: "Yeah! It's the Jinghe Ashaji, who can't get in the oil and salt! That woman is pedantic and stubborn, and it's really hard to deal with. Fortunately, this time she showed her feet! The temple discussed how to deal with the Oda family. However, she spoke for a new retainer of the Oda family named 'Sasaki Heyun', saying that the crime should not be framed on others' heads... Hey, it sounds high-sounding. This woman is unreliable! That's why the temple gave an order to imprison their group."

The tea master Zixuezhai said bitterly, "I heard that the demons are all charming and charming women, and now they are in prison and fall into your hands, hum..."

The fat monk hurriedly shook his head: "The poor monk has never been close to women, and only likes to have sex with men with men like Mr.! Don't you understand this point? Besides, the pair of demon ninjas are still standing behind them. As for Liusheng Shui Xinzhai, this guy is in charge, who dares to mess around, saying that it is imprisonment, but it is actually house arrest at most."

The tea master Zixuezhai pretended to be solemn, nodded, and said yin and yang strangely: "I forgot what the master likes. It's true that Jinghe or something is not your food. But that Liusheng Shui Xinzhai..."

The fat monk showed a lewd smile, but did not deny it: "Hehe, Liusheng Shui Xinzhai is...a handsome man, not a vulgar woman, but handsome and elegant, and the poor monk really wants to befriend him. Yes, it's a pity...his status and status, it is impossible for people to succeed."

The tea master Zixuezhai snorted and turned his head away without speaking.

The fat monk smiled again and leaned forward with a shy face: "Of course, even Liusheng Shui Xinzhai can't compare to our Zixuezhai!"

The tea master Zixuezhai spat: "Who belongs to your family?"

The fat monk no longer put words into words, but clearly expressed his meaning with body movements.

(Some words are omitted below)

Chapter 45 Enter the dungeon under the stupa

Speaking of which, the fat monk looks like a sturdy man, but he has never worked hard to get through his muscles and bones.It only took a short while, and suddenly I saw my body trembling, as if something was released from the inside, and slipped off the tea master panting, closed his eyes with a tired look, and entered the sage mode, full of interest and boredom.

This is "OK".

The tea master Zixuezhai bowed down, but he didn't look too delicate and self-pity. After a short rest, he stood up calmly, slowly tidied up his clothes, wiped off the traces of fighting, and still had a noble and dignified temperament. .

The fat monk was most disgusted by this appearance, and immediately salivated.

It's a pity that he has more than enough strength, so he gritted his teeth and took a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a mysterious little blue pill, put it in his mouth with the hot tea next to him, and swallowed it with his head up.

Immediately, his face turned red, his blood vessels swelled, he was eager to try again, his fighting spirit revived, he raised a weapon that was half soft and not hard, and scored twice.

But it's coming fast and going too fast.

Compared with the first time, there was no difference, so I persisted for three or five more rounds, that is, Ming Jin withdrew his troops and died.

At this time, there is no longer the mentality of the sage.

He recalled what he heard while taking the medicine—

"Using this thing is to raise soup to stop boiling, drink poison to quench thirst, and use it raw for a while, but it will consume the foundation.

However, I have no choice, it has been used for several years and can't stop.

Thinking of this, the chubby monk was heartbroken, he simply took two more pills, and sang "Three Nongs of Plum Blossoms" with full energy.

Then he finally collapsed completely on the tatami, exhausted all his strength to exhale, and couldn't move half of his fingers.

It was less than two quarters of an hour before and after.

After another half day, the blue-clothed steward in the shop went outside to ask for permission from a distance, approached after getting permission, and reported through the paper door, "The villain who offended Mr. Zixuezhai before has been caught and is waiting. Hair down! It's just..."

The fat monk said "Okay" lazily, and then stretched out his hand at will: "How can there be a 'just'? What are you waiting for, drag it down and teach him a hard lesson, so that Mr. Zixuezhai can relieve his anger!"

"This—" The blue-clothed steward showed hesitation and explained: "I searched the guy's luggage, and I presume that he is a businessman from Jiekimachi, who has practiced some martial arts, and has a small way. He was forcibly pulled out from the dormitory just now. There was a loud noise..."

Zixuezhai said quietly: "After all, we are only doing business here. When encountering such bad guests, we should ask the master for help."

Only then did the big fat monk prop up his body, snorted, and said angrily: "Alright, alright, all the dirty water is poured on the poor monk, I will give you a token later, which is to say that it is the feeling of the temple of Hieishan Enryakuji Temple. Repenting monks, caught thieves who disrespect gods and Buddhas, you just cooperate with each other, that's fine!"

The man in blue outside the door let out a long sigh and said, "Thank you Master, thank you Master! Then I'll explain it like this!"

After speaking for a while, the footsteps gradually disappeared.

The tea master Zixuezhai interjected again at this time: "Master Juehui, you don't have to take that fellow's life, just break one or two hands and feet, and lose a nose or ear, that's enough. To avoid injury. The virtue of your good life as a monk!"

The fat monk nodded understandingly: "This, the poor monk naturally understands, the jailers in my place are used to doing it. Speaking of which, do you know the barrier on Mount Hiei? Every time someone dies in the temple, a red light will appear. It's hard to hide it, so let's do it, what we want is to save our lives and give us the effect of suffering. Hehe, it's really a bit of a good life."

Zixuezhai showed disinterest, looked out and said, "It's about to dawn."

The fat monk shook his head and sighed, with a look of reluctance in his eyes: "Then I have to go back early. I have something important to do in the afternoon, so I can't leave. Alas, if you hadn't suddenly sent a carrier pigeon, I wouldn't have planned to go down the mountain this month."

Zixuezhai bowed his head sadly and said, "If the master doesn't come, there will be bad customers coming. The shop hasn't released this breath for me..."

The fat monk scolded and frowned: "The people in this shop are still unreliable. I think sir, it's best for you to move to the temple with the poor monk after all."

The tea master Zixuezhai was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "I haven't been up the mountain to worship Buddha for a long time, why don't I go to the temple to live with the master... It's just that I feel a little unwell these days, and I need a good life to recuperate."

The fat monk was overjoyed, and immediately patted his thigh and said "OK", laughing loudly.

……

Liuyun was in the dormitory in the middle of the night, when someone came to seek revenge. He pretended to resist and fought with more than 20 thugs for dozens of rounds, knocking down seven or eight of them. The trouble was neither too big nor too small. At last, his hands were bound and he was taken away.

His muscles and bones are different from common sense, and his body cannot be said to be as solid as a rock, but it is also comparable to a wooden stake.Even if people who haven't practiced it with an awl, they won't be able to pierce too deeply.

Therefore, more than 20 people surrounded and beat for a long time, and in the end Liu Yun pretended to suffer a loss and was beaten, but in fact he was just bitten by mosquitoes.

Outsiders thought that they had beaten this "bad guest" to the point of five hardships and seven injuries, and they dared not resist.

Then he was thrown into the woodshed and left alone for an hour or two.

Until dawn, he was caught in the donkey cart again.

There are no other people in the same car, only a few wine barrels and food boxes, and you can smell the obvious meat smell.

The donkey cart squeaked and walked up the hill from the town.

When passing through the gate of the temple, someone stopped him to ask questions.But Liu Yun vaguely saw in the cabin that the driver showed some token, saying "it's the personal belongings of Master Juehui", and immediately let him go.

Liu Yun heard people say in the town these days that although the general precepts of Fusang Buddhism are not very strict, the phenomenon of eating meat and marrying a wife is only common in small temples with no rules at the bottom. , still very disciplined.

Now it seems that it is only superficial.

This is quite reasonable.

How can an organization that has been passed down for 1000 years not be corrupt?

Rather, it would be nice to have a superficial attention to it.

Think of how many groups have only lasted a few decades before becoming irreparable...

After wandering around the mountain road for a long time, I finally arrived at a small inconspicuous pagoda.

A few monks with sticks greeted them, took out the wine barrels and food containers from the car with smiles on their faces, and arrogantly drove Liu Yun, whose hands were tied, into the tower.

Entering the temple gate, you can feel the effect of the enchantment.

Even though these monks were not great masters, Liu Yun felt a bit of pain when the stick hit him.

Estimate, at least the strength has been strengthened two or three times.

An ordinary man with a strength of only [-] to [-] jins originally, with the blessing of the enchantment, has become a muscular brother who can resist [-] jins... Originally a muscular brother, he would simply become a beast...

Therefore, if this barrier is not removed, the lawless people like Oda Nobunaga will not dare to wave their troops to fight easily.

Liu Yun was escorted into the basement of the pagoda.

This pagoda is only twenty paces wide, with only three floors and a small scale.

But the basement is a unique place. Visually, it is an extremely broad and complex structure like an ant's nest.

The negative floor looks like a cellar for storing supplies, with a lot of food and bedding.

The negative second floor seems to be the training ground and dormitory for monks and soldiers. There are wooden stakes and stone locks on the left, and there are about ten rooms on the right.

The third floor is the place where people are closed, but only some old, weak, sick and disabled people who are unable to resist, even women and children, are locked with wooden fences.

It looks like a normal prison, and the air is still somewhat circulating, so it doesn't smell particularly bad.

Liu Yun was brought to the minus four layers.

On this floor, you can see dozens or hundreds of cages surrounded by iron fences and chains.

The strong stench of blood was spreading, and the ground was covered with black dust. The monk serving as the jailer was still drinking and eating meat on the table. The taste was mixed together, it was indescribable.

All the prisoners were treated as single rooms, and the prisoners were all young men with strong physique and martial arts. Although they were all scarred and ripped apart, many people still had the energy to glare at the monks and curse at the soldiers.

Needless to say, a monk with a whip came over immediately to teach him how to behave.

However, the scolding was still lingering.Some people were beaten [-] or [-] times, but they were able to hold on and keep talking vulgar words without any shortness of breath.

Within the enchantment of Mount Hiei Enryakuji Temple, one can still be so tenacious, one can imagine that it is definitely not a kind of goodness.

With sharp eyes, Liu Yun realized that there are actually stairs going down in this dungeon. Maybe there are negative five floors, negative six floors, but I don't know what it is for.

There were not many empty cages on the negative fourth floor. The monk soldiers drove Liu Yun a long way before they found one, pushed it in, and locked the iron door.

Liu Yun pretended to be discouraged from being cleaned up, and huddled in the corner honestly.