The ink carp was unmoved.
He looked at the gerbil quietly, his eyes full of unquestionable meaning.
The gerbil's ears were shaking, which was different from the usual doctors!
Mo Li used a "true inheritance" from Mr. Qin to deter the patient from drinking the medicine obediently.
Try Bailing, no matter what the identity of the other party is, they dare not continue to protest under such eyes.
"… "
Very quiet in the cave.
The gerbil quietly retracted its claws, and lowered his head to look at the bright red robe spread under him.
Mo Li suddenly couldn't bear it, and his original firm idea was shaken. He saw the fat mouse's hair drooping due to depression, and his round body shrank a small circle.
Trying to maintain a serious expression, Mo Li thought that when he faced Meng Qi, his will and principles were always easy to defeat. He must not let the teacher know about this, otherwise Mr. Qin must be heartbroken. He has been an apprentice for more than ten years. That's how it got screwed.
Guiltily thinking about Qin Lu's reaction, Mo Li raised his hand in disguise, ready to stroke the fur on the fat mouse.
"Brother Meng if you really don't want to..."
The voice stopped abruptly, and the outstretched hand was firmly "pushed" back.
It's not that the fat rat is extremely powerful, but Meng Qi has changed back.
The sudden growth of the body made the space of the cave immediately shrink a lot.
The ink carp suddenly retracted his hand.
Obviously it's okay to touch it, but a person without clothes suddenly appeared in front of him, and his hand was still on the other's shoulder, which was out of character.
Mo Li immediately looked away, stared at the corner of the cave, and said:
"This clothes is not good, let's think of another way?"
What responded to him was a rustling movement.
Mo Li turned his head in confusion, but saw that Meng Qi had put on the robe calmly, and was now arranging the cuffs.
Uneven pink and red are all over the robe, and if you look carefully, it is even a bit mysterious. The shapes and changes of these color blocks are irregular, and they match someone's face—forget it, only the face can be seen, the clothes Terribly ugly.
Really ugly clothes can't be saved by any peerless elegance.
Mo Li thought in embarrassment, this dress can still be seen when it is stacked, so the color makes people mind a little, how can it be so ugly when wearing it
It feels like a well-dressed boy, who has been poured by the downpour for three days and three nights, and the Phoenix has become a hairless chicken.
Mo Li took a closer look and finally found the problem.
It was Meng Qi's face!
For a normal-looking person to wear this Luo robe, although it is ugly, it is more comical. It is really ironic that it is pink and red.
However, in Meng Qi, the shortcomings of clothes were infinitely magnified.
The more extraordinary Meng Qi's appearance and temperament are, the more unbearably ugly this dress is. After people see it, he can't wait to take out his purse to buy ten or eight pieces of clothes and come back and ask the person in front of him to change it immediately. If I had a brush in my hand, I would definitely want to paint this weird rosy robe black with ink.
It's a maddening effect.
Mo Li's hand moved, and after realizing it was wrong, he put it back on his lap.
He sat up and pondered, could this be Meng Qi's response? Beat the fact that you see him in this dress
Without a doubt, Meng Qi won.
Mo Li put his hand on his forehead and sighed, "Brother Meng, take off your clothes."
"The one the doctor picked for me... it fits very well."
Meng Qi thought about it for a long time and could only find this advantage.
"Forget it, we'll find a way." Mo Li said weakly.
For example, kidnapping the blood-seller, forcing people to rush to work overnight.
Although forcing others is against the way of a gentleman, forcing a stall owner who sells things to be deceived is not inflexible.
"Huh?" Meng Qi touched the Luo robe on his body.
The material of this dress is actually very good, and it is very comfortable to wear.
As for the ugly, he couldn't see it himself.
At this time, most of Meng Qi's resistance has disappeared. After many battles in his life, what kind of obstacle is a piece of clothing
"Don't worry about it, doctor, we'll try to sew the clothes again, if it really doesn't work, just wear this one."
Meng Qi had a light-hearted look, and Mo Li hesitated to speak.
***
Facing the rising sun, the monk Yuanzhi stood in front of the ruined temple of the earth.
There were already some people in front of the temple.
This is the gang of the Four Gangs and Twelve Clubs. They left yesterday and they didn't go far. They heard that there was an accident in the city. The old man Cai of the Longtouhui said that the people on Yuzhou Road were not allowed to interfere in this matter, but this order of his was only useful in the Longtouhui.
No, even the faucet club has some people's hearts floating.
Prestige is like a candle, it seems to be bright, but it will be shaken by a gust of wind.
The fact that Mr. Cai was bitten by mosquitoes all night in vain with a good guy in the gang has seriously affected his prestige in the leading club.
Although the surface is still the same as before, there have been changes in the dark. For example, his orders are no longer so deterrent, and they cannot be followed from the bottom of their hearts. Everyone has their own ideas, and their own ideas about things. Anyway, there are thousands of tricks.
Some of the local snakes on Yuzhou Road have already been folded in Sijia Rice Shop.
The unknown swordsman was a fierce and monstrous man who killed more than 50 people. This was the result of the Fengxing Pavilion masters arriving in time to stop him.
Some gangs retreated in spite of the difficulties, but the remaining local snakes did not give up.
They have died a lot of brothers. If they just huddled up like turtles, it would be difficult to continue to hang out in the arena, so whether they were really grief-stricken and wanted to take revenge or pretending to be, they all showed a never-ending attitude.
The fire of the Earth Temple attracted many forces to probe.
The fire burned so thoroughly that even a few trees in front of the temple were gone, and the ground was blackened.
After dawn, the temperature of the fire field dropped slightly, and you can go in and look for it.
The appearance of the old monk Yuanzhi made everyone look vigilant, and they picked up their weapons and slowly spread out to surround him in the middle.
"Amitabha, Lao Na Yunyou passed by."
Yuanzhi clasped his palms together, lowered his eyes and recited the scriptures.
"Master Yuanzhi." A voice suddenly came from the crowd.
The old monk looked up and saw a Wen Sheng who was shaking a folding fan and bowed his hands to him with a smile.
Yuanzhi's expression changed slightly, and he secretly said that something really happened here, otherwise, why would even the Fengxing Pavilion Master come.
"Donor Qiu, long time see you."
"Well, I was still talking about the master just now, and I don't know how long it will take for the master to be here. I didn't expect the master to come after him. According to the Buddhist saying, this can be regarded as saving suffering."
The subject of Autumn Pavilion was amazing, and the old monk Yuanzhi was stunned at first, and soon realized that Fengxing Pavilion already knew that Meng Qi was nearby.
- Fengxing Pavilion sold the news of Meng Qi to him, and he came all the way, didn't he happen to meet him here
"It turns out that the pavilion master is waiting for the old man here. I don't know what is going on?"
The old monk Yuanzhi saw that there were too many people here, so he used voice transmission to enter the secret question.
He still owes Fengxing Pavilion a debt, and it would be a good thing if he could take this opportunity to repay.
Qiu Jing walked to the monk Yuanzhi and whispered: "A mysterious swordsman from Piaoping Pavilion, his strength is unfathomable."
Yuanzhi looked at Qiujing's pale face, and found that the person following Qiujing also had internal injuries.
"Don't lie to the pavilion master, the old man is here, and he needs to rush back to Xuanchuan Pass. There is no time to ask about the battle of the rivers and lakes."
"Master doesn't know anything." Qiu Jing's smile faded, then put away the folding fan, and explained the disputes caused by Sijia Rice Shop with great speed.
The more Yuan Zhi listened, the more puzzled he became.
Yuanzhi has no interest in money, gold and silver; the old monk doesn't care about fighting in the rivers and lakes.
Although Piaoping Pavilion is notorious, in Yuanzhi's view, Piaoping Pavilion did not kill people for no reason, and most of those who died committed greed, which is all cause and effect. At most, Yuan Zhi recited the Sutra of Rebirth on their corpses and knocked on the wooden fish. It was impossible for them to stand out, and they would not break the precepts and use force.
"... There were several groups of people who touched the rice shop that day, and almost all of them were killed by the swordsman, except for the people from the Holy Lotus Altar. After investigation, these people have already taken advantage of me to fight with the Piaoping Pavilion killer. Run away. The foundation of the holy lotus altar in Yuzhou has been destroyed, and what is left is just a rabble, do you really have the ability?"
Qiu Jing stopped talking and watched the old monk Yuanzhi's face suddenly turn black.
Yuzhou is the hinterland of the Central Plains, and the Holy Lotus Altar is quiet here, and its old nest is in the southwest frontier. The people there are deeply bewitched, and they only want to worship Ziwei Xingjun.
The soldiers guarding the borders, even on the territory belonging to the Qi Dynasty, dare not stand alone. Many villages have been secretly controlled by the Holy Lotus Temple. If the officials of the court are not careful, they will be attacked. The number of soldiers who go missing every year due to this has reached a shocking number. The old monk Yuanzhi, who has seen the chaos with his own eyes, can't help but feel resentment when he hears the words "Sacred Lotus Altar".
"What does Lord Qiu mean, is there a collusion between the Piaoping Pavilion and the Holy Lotus Altar?"
"I'm afraid it's more than that."
Qiu Jing tapped the palm of his hand with the handle of the fan, and said solemnly: "The swordsman's practice is the path of brutality and murder, but he has gently spared a few insignificant minions from the Holy Lotus Altar. What does it mean? If you didn't know each other long ago, the swordsman knew that he couldn't kill these people."
Without waiting for Monk Yuanzhi to respond, Qiujing threw out another sentence:
"Forgive me for boasting, with the ability of Fengxing Pavilion, there is no force in the world that Fengxing Pavilion can't catch. Piaoping Pavilion is just that, I have always suspected that it is hiding its whereabouts by other forces in the rivers and lakes, and Sijia Mipu's way is not enough to do it. At this point, the power that is covering up for Piaoping Pavilion must be no matter how mysterious and sneaky the people of the rivers and lakes are disdainful or even suspicious... and they may be very short of money."
What is the killer looking for, not for money
Not only did the holy lotus altar confuse the people and harm the innocent, but also secretly set up a killer organization to search for money
The back of Monk Yuanzhi's hand holding the wooden staff faintly burst out with blue veins.
"Is this the truth of the Qiu donor?"
"How dare Fengxing Pavilion deceive Master." Qiu Jing said solemnly, "Master's Buddhism is profound, and he is unwilling to break the precepts of killing, but he is willing to do his best for the peace of this world, and Fengxing Pavilion is the same. Everyone has selfishness, and I want to borrow it. Removing the swordsman by the hands of the master is not a trivial matter, and the master can decide at his own discretion."
The monk Yuanzhi paused, lowered his eyes and said, "Amitabha, this killing precept... will be broken sooner or later."
When the rebel army is under Xuanchuan Pass and Xuanchuan Pass is defeated by the rebel army, who can stand by
"Killing and adding to the body, this boundless sea of suffering, the old man can't get through this life." Monk Yuanzhi let out a long breath, "It's okay, it's okay! If Fengxing Pavilion gets the whereabouts of the swordsman, he can go thirty kilometers away. On the west side of the mountain, look for Lao Na, Amitabha Buddha."
As he said and strode away, Qiu Jing looked at the back of the old monk, slowly unfolded the folding fan, and signaled his subordinates to continue looking for useful clues in the ruins.
"Pavilion Master, two charred corpses were found!"
***
Yuan Zhi didn't use light power, he walked up the hill step by step.
The straw sandals were worn down to only a layer of skin that was about to be broken, and his face was a little more withered. He was like a tree with its leaves and lifeless, and he would die under the scorching sun in the next moment.
Walking foot monks are also ascetic monks. They chanted sutras while walking. Yuanzhi was different from them. He didn't say anything and just walked silently.
For a martial arts master, this is a kind of practice in itself.
Unlucky and infuriating, let the soles of the feet wear calluses, cut by sharp stones, walk across the sun-scorched ground, and wade across the gravel-covered streams.
Naturally, the speed couldn't be quicker. When Yuan Zhi arrived at the place agreed with Mo Li last night, it was almost noon.
The sun is rising higher and higher. Ordinary people walking in such sunlight will sweat like puddles in less than a cup of tea, and their clothes will look like they have been washed with water.
There was not a single drop of sweat on Yuan Zhi's forehead. He was about to find a place to rest when his ears suddenly moved, and he looked towards a tall tree in front of him.
"… "
A pink figure
No, she was wearing a piece of red and a piece of pink.
The old monk Yuanzhi opened his mouth in amazement, obviously not expecting that the former national teacher was such a person.
Meng Qi walked slowly on the top of the tree, Luo robes fluttering in the wind, and his robes flew.
Yuan Zhi was sluggish for a few breaths, and then he remembered to put his hands together and greet him.
"Amitabha, dare to ask if Meng Guoshi is in front of him?"
"good."
Meng Qi took a step forward and landed silently.
He struggled to forget what he was wearing and just looked at Won Ji calmly.
Monk Yuanzhi saw that he was standing with his hands behind his back, Shenhua was restrained, his temperament was detached, and he didn't look like anyone in the world.
It's this dress, it's really hard to describe...
"I see that the master is full of sorrows, it seems to hinder the difficulty?" Meng Qi watched monk Yuanzhi approach from a distance.
Compared with yesterday, today's old monk's breath is more rotten, and his brows are furrowed, as if he is stuck in a dead knot that cannot be understood.
Yuan Zhi sighed: "Old Na thinks about the critical situation of Xuanchuan Pass, and is very anxious. When I came to see the national teacher this time, I knew it was abrupt, but I couldn't help coming."
Meng Qiluo pondered for a while, then shook his head and said, "Master is photographed."
"National Division?"
"Master, what do you think of my clothes?"
"This… "
"Reeling silk into a robe and throwing it into a madder vat. People's words are mixed, and the world has been devastated."
Yuan Zhi was shocked when he heard the words.
The silk reeler has worked so hard to extract the silk from the cocoon and make it into silk, and put it into a dye vat with madder to dye it red, and then this garment is made. Everyone says that its color is mottled and ugly, and the dark and light areas are not fading, but the traces left by the world's calamities.
Yuanzhi has been a monk for many years, and naturally he has heard many Buddhist verses, and he has also spoken to many people about Buddha verses.
Never before has this sentence shocked his heart.
Changed what others said, it was just an ordinary Buddhist verse, but Meng Qi was wearing such an abnormal dress. Shi Shiran said these words, which made people think of the experience of this national teacher, but it was not a tribulation of the world. Sad
As one of the fourteen heroes of the founding of the Chu Dynasty, his literary and martial arts are unparalleled.
This verse is not about clothes, but about people.
——The clothes made of hard work and silk, but unfortunately the bright red color faded into a mottled and ugly appearance with the passage of time.
What is more
What makes the clothes pale, is it human words or time
Monk Yuanzhi thought that he had come here to find out whether Meng Qi had any intention of restoring the country, and whether he would support the three kings of Chu Chu to set off a new wave of wars, and suddenly felt ashamed, and hurriedly put his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name.
Such people have great wisdom and can achieve great liberation, far higher than themselves.
The monk Yuanzhi didn't finish his thoughts, and thought that even if Xuanchuan Pass survived this crisis, the God-given King was very ambitious, and the holy lotus altar was a tiger, and it had the power to bring disaster to the country and the people.
The day of great chaos in the world is not long before the monks jump out of the Three Realms and not in the Five Elements, but they will eventually enter this slaughter and doomsday.
But all of this, as the Buddha's verse said, is only the number of kalpas that must be passed.
As long as the mind does not change and the clothes are on the body, why should you be afraid of people's words? Why are you afraid of breaking a precept
Thinking of this, the aura of the old monk Yuanzhi suddenly changed, and he didn't care to say hello, and immediately sat down with his knees crossed.
The soaring aura of fierce martial arts shocked the flock of birds and beasts to flee.
Meng Qi: "..."
Waiting in the distance, the ink carp who was disturbed by this breath came: "..."
After a long time, Mo Li asked Meng Qi in disbelief: "This dress is so ugly that Master Yuanzhi's heart is shocked when he sees it, and even his martial arts has broken through the realm?"