Chapter 2785 The first shock to Buddhism, Master, take care!

Xu Zisheng was very efficient in his work and without any delay, he found the Minister of Civil Affairs on the same day and asked Xu New Year to stay in Kyoto City. He would first stay in the Hanlin Academy for two days, and then arrange for him to be placed in the Ministry of War!

Although the relationship between the Minister of Civil Affairs and Xu Zisheng was not good, he was unwilling to offend Xu Zisheng and agreed to Xu Zisheng's request.

After all, Xu Zisheng has a special status in the court, has a tough style, and slaps people at every turn. The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel is not willing to be angrily criticized or even slapped by Xu Zisheng in the court for a little newly promoted Jinshi.

Kyoto City, West Gate. The soldiers guarding the city suddenly heard the vague Sanskrit sound, which seemed to come from the sky.

A soldier dug his ears and found that the Sanskrit sound was still echoing in his ears. He turned to look at his colleague beside him and asked.

"Hey, did you hear any strange noises?"

As soon as the soldier finished asking, he saw his colleagues opposite and beside him also picking their ears. At this time, someone suddenly heard shouting from the city wall.

"Buddha's light, there is Buddha's light to the west!"

The soldiers under the city wall subconsciously clenched their spears and looked warily into the distance. A few seconds later, they saw the golden Buddha's light rising from the west.

It's like the rising sun, even purer and more friendly than the rising sun.

Unknowingly, the soldiers guarding the city loosened their grip on the spears and raised their eyes to look at the pure Buddha's light. Their eyes were pious and gentle, as if their souls had been cleansed.

Qianhu, who was guarding the city, bit the tip of his tongue hard. The pain stimulated his brain, and he gained a brief moment of clarity to fight against the thoughts of conversion that emerged in his heart. He staggered and pushed away the soldiers who were looking westward, grabbed the drum hammer, and struck hard again and again.

"Dong dong dong!"

The dull sound of drums spread throughout the countryside, shocking the hearts of the city defenders and the people of Dongcheng, waking everyone up.

In Yong'an Marquis Mansion, Xu Zisheng put down the book in his hand, turned his head and looked in the direction of Xicheng, his eyes flashed with white light, he snorted coldly and shouted.

"Kyoto is not the Western Region. How can you wait for Buddhism to show off its power and dare to confuse the people of Kyoto!"

"You are speechless and have strange power and chaos!"

The sound of Haoran shook the world, and the endless righteousness of Haoran filled the space between heaven and earth, covering the entire city of Kyoto. The upright and unyielding faith filled everyone's hearts, and the white vast righteousness of Haoran instantly defeated the golden Buddha's light. A group of Buddhist envoys from the Western Regions were shocked physically and mentally. They unconsciously stopped chanting sutras and looked up at Kyoto City, their solemn faces full of horror.

"He is a Confucian master, so terrifying and domineering, Haoran Zhengqi!"

The Buddhist mission from the Western Regions came to Kyoto City for two main purposes. The primary purpose was to understand the whole story of the Sangbo case and to find the monk Shenshu who had escaped from the seal. This was also the main purpose of their trip. The secondary purpose should be to launch an attack on the perpetrators. coming.

The relationship between Buddhism and Dafeng is very complicated. They are the kind of allies who smile on the surface but want to kill each other in their hearts. For example, in the Battle of Shanhaiguan that year, Buddhism and Dafeng in the Western Regions were allies and were victorious countries, while southern Xinjiang and northern Xinjiang were alliances. Defeated country.

However, the relationship between this alliance is not strong. In the past twenty years, northern and southern Xinjiang have repeatedly invaded the Dafeng border. The imperial court has repeatedly asked for help from the Western Regions, but Buddhism has turned a deaf ear.

Not to mention the north, half of the current southern border area has fallen into the hands of Buddhism, which was the territory of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom back then. If the Buddhist Kingdom really cared about the friendship of the alliance, they could just send troops to sneak attack the base of the southern Xinjiang barbarians. The southern Xinjiang barbarians would not dare to attack the Dafeng border at all.

Of course, Dafeng is not a good thing, and far away there is the operation to exterminate Buddhism led by Yunlu Academy. In the recent Sangbo case, Monk Shenshu escaped from trouble, but Si Tianjian, Jianzheng and Emperor Yuan Jing turned a blind eye, possibly without the intention of causing trouble for Buddhism.

"Monk Shenshu is now residing in Xu Qian's body and cannot be discovered by Buddhism. He now has a seal imposed by Jian Zheng, which helps him shield the secrets of heaven. He should not be discovered so easily!"

"But it's not safe yet. I'll help him again and make a good plan against Buddhism!"

"It's as clear as humiliation, it's generous without corners, it's easy to make great tools, it's loud and loud, and it's invisible like elephants."

As soon as he finished speaking, the overwhelming righteousness in the sky converged and dissipated, and an invisible seal fell on the head of Xu Qi'an, who was unaware of it, completely disrupting his heavenly secrets. No one could use the Qi-gazing technique to see the reality in Xu Qi'an's body.

The Buddhist mission settled at Sanliu Station in the West City, which was also the largest station in the outer city. There were three century-old willow trees planted in the courtyard with two entrances, which is where the name of the station came from.

The postman of the post station walked out of the gate, looked around for a while, and entered an alley without saying a word. In the alley, there stood a young man in the uniform of a watchman, pressing a knife with one hand, leaning against the wall, twisting a piece of broken silver in his hand, and waited for a long time.

"Sir, this is the list of this mission to the Western Regions. The leader of the team is named Du'e."

The postman handed over the note, his eyes swept over the broken silver, his face showed a bit of joy, his attitude became more enthusiastic, and he reminded.

"Master Du'e has just been summoned to the palace and is not at the inn."

"Well done!"

Xu Qian flicked his fingertips, and the broken silver was thrown in an arc, and was caught firmly by the postman, who smiled happily.

"Thank you, sir."

After sending the postman away, Xu Qian quickly took off his guard uniform, then took out a monk's robe from the fragments of the book and put it on. He touched his long hair, feeling sad and comforting himself.

"It will grow back later."

A few minutes later, a freshly baked monk came out of the alley, his robes dangling. When we arrived at the door of the post station, the gatekeepers were not the post guards, but two young monks.

"How do you call this senior brother?"

Two young monks came forward and blocked the way. Xu Qi'an clasped his hands together, solemnly recited the Dharma name, and took refuge devoutly.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Qinglong Temple Hengyuan, learned that fellow disciples of our sect came from the Western Regions, and came here to pay homage."

The two monks were not easy to fool. They looked Xu Qi'an up and down, stopped at his smooth head, frowned slightly, and questioned.

"Senior brother Hengyuan never kept the precepts?"

"The poor monk cultivates as a warrior monk."

Xu Qi'an looked calm and not panicked at all. He had a deep friendship with Hengyuan and had long understood that monks did not need to observe the precepts, so he was not worried about being exposed.

When the two monks heard this answer, they no longer had any doubts. Their tone suddenly became polite and they said.

"Senior Brother Hengyuan, please come inside!"

Xu Qi'an did this to find out the details of Monk Shenshu. He was inhabited by Monk Shenshu's right hand. Although it did not have any impact on him for the time being, he still needed to find out the origin of this thing to avoid being plotted and not knowing it. , and even counted the money for him, Xu Qian was not that kind of fool.

Under the guidance of the monk guarding the door, Xu Qi'an walked through the front yard and came to the inner yard.

The young monk stopped in the courtyard, clasped his hands and said.

"Senior Brother Hengyuan, please wait here for a moment. I will inform Senior Uncle Jingchen."

Xu Qi'an responded by performing Buddhist rituals, showing the demeanor of an eminent monk and being extremely polite.

"Thank you, junior brother."

The total number of people in the mission to the Western Regions this time is 21. The post guards have to arrange rooms for the mission. The rooms in the post station are divided into grades. Monks with high seniority will naturally live in good rooms. It is impossible for a young novice to live in the presidential suite, and the leader The eminent monks lived in single rooms without windows.

Therefore, the postman has a clear understanding of the status of the mission's characters. The highest ranking person is naturally Master Du'e, the leader of this mission. However, the postman does not know what his cultivation level is. There are two people behind them, namely Jingchen and Jingsi, and the other monks have similar status.

The young monk came out and led Xu Qi'an into Monk Jingchen's room. Sandalwood was burning in the room. A monk with a round face and thick earlobes sat cross-legged and looked at the door with a smile. The monk had a restrained aura and looked at No different from ordinary people.

"Senior Brother Jingchen!"

"Junior brother Hengyuan!"

After the two greeted each other, they exchanged greetings and tested each other before Xu Qian got involved and said.

"Senior brother and all of you arrived in Beijing for the sake of the sealed artifacts that escaped the Sangbo case?"

Jingchen narrowed his eyes and said softly with a smile on his face.

"Senior Brother Pan Shu said that?"

Before Monk Panshu returned to Qinglong Temple, Uncle Du'e gave repeated orders not to leak the existence of the sealed object, including the monks of Qinglong Temple. Master Jingchen set a trap for Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qian shook his head, sighed, and said softly with a sigh.

"It's not what Master said. To be honest, the poor monk was also involved in the Sangbo case."

There seemed to be a golden light flashing through Jingchen's gentle and peaceful eyes. He was a fifth-level herrist. A monk at this level could make people follow the rules, influence others intentionally or unintentionally, and make people unable to lie. It's a bit similar. It is consistent with Confucianism, but it is not so overbearing.

The Confucian way of speaking changes the rules at will, which is completely opposite to the Lawyer, but the price to pay is also high. You can make the horse grow wings, make the tiger become a cat, and even make a mouse and a cat fall in love with each other.

"The poor monk has a junior brother named Henghui. We grew up together and have a close relationship. More than a year ago, Henghui suddenly disappeared and stole a breath-shielding magic weapon from the temple. I After multiple investigations, it was discovered that he was suspected of being abducted by a tooth organization."

Xu Qi'an analyzed the Sangbo case and the Princess Pingyang case in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, telling Monk Jingchen about the relationship between the two cases and the secrets behind them.

Monk Jingchen didn't speak for a long time, as if he was shocked by the interlocking and complicated cases. Even Pan Shu, the abbot of Qinglong Temple, didn't know these inside stories. He just came from the west to inform Buddhism about the birth of Sangbo's sealed object.

"This case is indeed full of twists and turns, and the people who can crack it are even more powerful. How does Junior Brother Hengyuan know such details?"

When Xu Qi'an saw Monk Jingchen raising doubts, he didn't panic at all. He forced himself to fight against his instinct not to lie and answered.

"Although the case was sponsored by the Third Division, the person who really discovered the Sangbo case and the Pingyang Princess case was a silver gong from the watchman's office named Xu Qian. The poor monk had a close relationship with Mr. Junior brother was involved in it, so he knew it clearly."

Monk Jingchen wrote down the name Xu Qian, and quickly inquired about the details and asked.

"Who is that Yin Luo named Xu? Junior Brother Hengyuan, please tell me in detail."

"well!"

Xu Hengyuan did not speak, but let out a long sigh with a look of sigh on his face, leaving Monk Jingchen confused and confused as to what he meant.

"Junior brother, what is this?"

"When the poor monk thinks of this person, he feels filled with emotion."

"Oh? What do you mean by that?"

Xu Qi'an, this shameless person, boasts that he is rare in the sky and hard to find on the ground, and his face is thicker than the city wall.

"Senior brother, I don't know. Xu Qi'an is the most amazing and talented person that this poor monk has ever seen in his life. In terms of cultivation, he is so talented that it is rare for anyone in the entire Dafeng to be able to compare with him."

"In terms of being an official, he is determined not to take advantage of the people, and takes it as his own duty to support justice. In terms of solving crimes, Da Feng has many experts, but they are not as good as him.

"In terms of poetry, he is known as the number one poet in Dafeng for 200 years. It is said that the courtesans in the court loved him to death, but he ignored them."

Monk Jingchen was shocked. He didn't expect such a person to be in the capital. A sharp light flashed in his eyes and he said in a deep voice.

"I didn't expect that there are such amazing people in the world. It would be a pity not to join my Buddhist sect!"

If you want to take it, you must give it first. After Xu Qi'an finished explaining the cause and effect, Tu Qiong saw it and asked solemnly.

"Senior Brother Jingchen, I'm here just to know what the evil thing suppressed under Sangbo is?"

Qinglong Temple is the only fire left for Buddhism in the Western Regions in Dafeng. If Buddhism in the Western Regions still wants to continue preaching in the Central Plains, Qinglong Temple is an irreplaceable force. Monk Jingchen thought for a while, not wanting to cause any dissatisfaction with Xu Qi'an. He clasped his hands and said, Recite the Buddha's name slowly and slowly.

"That evil thing is indeed related to our Buddhism. I heard Uncle Du'e say that it is a traitor to Buddhism."

Xu Qi'an had some guesses about the origin of Monk Shenshu. He was not surprised by this and continued to ask.

"Which traitor is it?"

"This is unknown. This is a secret of Buddhism. Even my identity is not qualified to know!"

Xu Qian was a little disappointed that he did not know the specific identity of Monk Shenshu, but he had other doubts and asked again.

"Then why not kill him completely, but choose to seal it?"

Monk Jingchen sighed, with a look of surprise on his face, and said quietly.

"I once heard Uncle Du'e say that the demon monk couldn't be killed, so he cut his body into pieces and suppressed it and sealed it!"

Monk Shenshu has entered the first-level Dzogchen martial arts realm, which is commonly known as the half-step martial arts god. From ancient times to the present, martial arts has never given birth to a martial god, so Monk Shenshu can be regarded as the first person in martial arts cultivation. Jingqi The gods are completely integrated, and the cells in the body are equipped with array patterns and possess the characteristics of immortality. Every part of the body has a part of the soul. Even if the body is divided, the soul will be taken away and exist as an individual with independent consciousness. It has its own domain, which is the embodiment of the martial artist's own characteristics of the world and can form a disordered space. The Half-Step Martial God is immortal, has endless lifespan, and his combat power is far more powerful than the first-class of other systems. Although it is impossible to defeat the super-class, it is enough to compete with the super-class in a short time. Even the super-class cannot kill it. .

Buddhism is a Buddha who has given birth to a transcendent realm. Even he can't completely kill the monk Shenshu. He can only choose to cut his body into pieces, seal him, and suppress him in different places. This treatment is comparable to Chi You in the ancient myth.

Xu Qian and Monk Jingchen chatted for a few more words, and when they were sure that no other information could be obtained, they stood up and left.

As soon as Xu Qian left the inn, he met an old acquaintance, and a look of embarrassment and guilt suddenly appeared on his face.

The tall and burly monk Hengyuan had a blue-black circle on his chin. He seemed to have just shaved. The loose monk's robe was worn on him and seemed to fit him just right, hiding the muscles inside. He looked surprised when he saw Xu Qi'an. , looking at Xu Qi'an's dress with some confusion, he asked.

"Master Xu, why are you dressed like this?"

"Performance art, you don't understand!"

Xu Qian's eyes evaded, like an adulterer caught in bed, afraid to face Monk Hengyuan.

Monk Hengyuan didn't understand what Xu Qian's words meant. He was confused and looked extremely confused.

Xu Qian looked at the burly Hengyuan and asked quickly.

"Are you going to the inn to meet the Buddhist envoy from the Western Regions?"

"A fellow disciple of our sect is here, and this poor monk should go and meet him."

Monk Hengyuan did not hesitate. He had a very good impression of Xu Qi'an, not only because Xu Qi'an investigated the Sangbo case and the Princess Pingyang case and avenged his junior brother Henghui, but also because they were both holders of the Earthly Book. There is a close relationship between them, and Xu Qi'an often supports the Yangshengtang, which makes Monk Hengyuan very grateful.

"Can you not go?"

Xu Qi'an laughed dryly, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth a few times, and said with some unbearable persuasion.

"Why?"

Monk Hengyuan was a simple and honest man. He didn't know why and looked at Xu Qian in surprise.

How could Xu Qian dare to tell the truth? In order to express his apology, he took out the banknote from his arms and saw that it was a fifty-tael denomination. He couldn't bear to part with it. The guilt in his heart was not worth so much, so he stuffed it back. In his arms, he took out another ten-tael silver note, handed it to Hengyuan, and said.

"This is my wish for the elderly and children in Yangshengtang."

Monk Hengyuan was very moved and praised sincerely.

"Master Xu, you are such a kind person!"

"It should, it should!"

Xu Qi'an's praise for Monk Hengyuan was well deserved. There was a bit of pity in his eyes, hoping that this great monk would not be directly beaten to death by the Buddhist mission from the Western Regions.

Xu Qian waved goodbye to Monk Hengyuan and walked not far away. He still had some conscience in his heart and turned around to remind him.

"Master, take care!"

Monk Hengyuan was confused and looked at Xu Qian who was gradually walking away. He walked into Sanliu Inn in confusion and gave his name.

"The poor monk Qinglong Temple Hengyuan learned that fellow disciples of our sect have arrived in Beijing, so he came here to pay his respects."

When the two young monks saw this, their eyes widened, they looked at Hengyuan in disbelief and questioned.

"Are you Hengyuan?"

"Any questions?"

Hengyuan touched his head, with a puzzled look on his face. The people he met today were all strange and their words were incomprehensible.

"No, there's no problem. Please wait a moment. I'll go and report it later!"

The two monks guarding the door quickly ran into the inn and walked out after a while, saying calmly.

"Please come in!"

Monk Hengyuan was a warrior monk. He usually had a carefree temperament. He didn't notice anything was wrong at all and walked in without any precautions.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Monk Hengyuan was besieged by Buddhist monks from the Western Regions. A group of bald heads beat the great monk to pieces as if they had taken gunpowder. The Buddha's light shone, and they punched and kicked him very fiercely.

Monk Hengyuan is also not a good-tempered monk. Monks are already irritable. How can they be willing to suffer such a big loss? He fights back fiercely. The lion's roar continues, and the roar shakes the void. It is like an Arhat coming to the world. He is extremely fierce. He can fight against many without falling. Feng is indeed a warrior monk, powerful.