Corpse Nine escaped this time and did not return to the tombs in Tomb Hill Mountain. Instead, he cast a spell to notify his Apocalypse Alliance companions who were still in Tianbao Kingdom and gave them a certain warning. After doing this, Corpse Nine fled away directly and left first. In Tianbao Kingdom, whether others leave or not is none of his business. Tu Yun is the only one who can really have the final say in Tianbao Kingdom.
At the same time, Monk Huitong, who returned to the inn with Ji Yuan, was finally free. The first thing he talked about was not about subduing demons in the palace. After all, Mr. Ji was in the palace. What Monk Huitong talked about the most was Gan Qingle. Daxia Gan seems to be extremely interested in it.
Late at night, Ji Yuan and others fell asleep in the inn one after another. The entire capital had long since returned to tranquility, even in the palace. When Ji Yuan was in a dream, he seemed to still be able to feel all the changes around him, and could hear coughs, quarrels and dreams in people's homes in the distance.
On the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, during the great cold season, Ji Yuan woke up naturally from his room at the inn. The sound of rain outside indicated that today was his favorite rainy day, and it was the kind of rainy day that was neither too big nor too small. Rain, everything in the world is extremely clear to Ji Yuan's ears.
The water-bending demon died last night, and the water essence was already overflowing. Without Ji Yuan's intervention, the rain was bound to fall, and would last for two or three days.
Ji Yuan opened his eyes, sat up from the bed and leaned against the wall, without opening the window, and listened quietly to the sound of rain outside. In his ears, the sound of every drop of rain was different, which helped him portray the real capital of Tianbao Kingdom. of pen and ink.
Ji Yuan lives in a separate small courtyard in the inn. Due to his understanding of Ji Yuan's personal living habits, no one will disturb Ji Yuan in the resting area of the Tingliang State mission. But in fact, Ji Yuan had always heard the news at the inn, including all the people from Wyeth who went to Beijing with the mission and were captured by the imperial army.
After listening to the sound of rain for a while, Ji Yuan also heard footsteps wandering outside.
"Master Gan, Ji is already up. Come in."
Gan Qingle, who was outside, was delighted when he heard this. He opened the door and came in to see Ji Yuan sitting cross-legged on the bed.
"Good morning, sir."
"Good morning, Mr. Gan. Sit down wherever you want. Just tell me if you have anything to do."
Having become acquainted with Ji Yuan these days, Gan Qingle did not feel restrained, so he sat on a stool in the house, rubbed a bandaged wound on his arm, and asked straight to the point.
"Sir, I know that the fight with the monster last night was not because I could really compete with the monster. Firstly, sir cast a spell to help, and secondly, my blood is a little special. I want to ask sir, my blood..."
Gan Qingle stopped talking when he said this, because he actually didn't know what to ask. Ji Yuan thought for a moment and did not answer his question directly, but started to extend it from another angle.
"There is plenty of yang energy in the blood of ordinary people. This yang energy is usually hidden and very mild. The most yin and evil things such as zombies and ghosts like to live in yin and evil places, but they also like to suck human blood in order to seek While absorbing vitality, we pursue the harmony of yin and yang to a certain extent.”
As he spoke, Ji Yuan looked at Gan Qingle's half-red beard and the wounds on his body. After last night, the color of Gan Qingle's beard and hair had not completely returned to normal.
"For example, Daxia Gan, the yang energy in your blood is exposed, and is affected by the evil spirit of the warriors who have traveled around the world for many years and the strong alcohol you drink. The moment of fierce fighting is like burning red flames. This is what the spiritual world calls Yang evil red inflammation. Not to mention a demon, even an ordinary cultivator would not feel comfortable being splashed with your blood."
"Then...can I enter the path of spiritual practice?"
Gan Qingle hesitated for a moment and then asked. Ji Yuan smiled, knowing that the hero Gan was drunk and didn't care about drinking.
"Actually, Hero Gan can ask Master Huitong."
Hearing Ji Yuan's words, Gan Qingle was stunned.
"Ah? Sir, you want me to be a monk? Uh-huh, Gan has been unable to clean up his six roots for a long time, and he has made me not eat meat for many years. Isn't this going to cost me my life..."
Ji Yuan shook his head.
"Ji didn't ask you to become a monk. Buddhism has never said that you must become a monk. A monk who ordains and takes full precepts is essentially to cultivate his Buddha nature. I had a discussion with an expert in Buddhism. , the essence of Buddhism is also a method of practice, which can be practiced by anyone who has the Buddha’s intention or even the right intention.”
Gan Qingle frowned.
“Don’t you have to give up drinking and eating meat?”
"Look at those devout believers in Buddhism, few of them have been abstaining from alcohol and meat. There is a saying: when alcohol and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha's teachings remain in the heart."
When Ji Yuan said this with a smile, monk Huitong had just arrived outside the courtyard. He listened to Ji Yuan's words word for word. He was stunned for a moment before entering the courtyard and then the house.
"Good morning, Mr. Ji, good morning, Mr. Gan."
"Master Huitong." "Good morning, master."
Gan Qingle saw that Monk Huitong had arrived. He had just been discussing the monk's affairs. He felt a little embarrassed and knew that Master Huitong must have something to do when he came to see Mr. Ji, so he said goodbye and left.
As soon as Gan Qingle left, Monk Huitong smiled helplessly.
"Sir, I know that you have great supernatural powers and even have insights into Buddhism and Taoism, but Daxia Gan is not as high as you. How can you say that directly?"
"Hey, Mr. Ji is helping you. Master Gan said that not eating meat or drinking alcohol would be the same as killing him. And I think he also has a good impression of Mr. Lu. How about you, a great monk?"
"Good Lord Ming King Buddha!"
Monk Huitong could only say the Buddha's name and did not respond directly to Ji Yuan's words. He has been practicing Buddhism for nearly a hundred years and a disciple confiscated it. This time he saw this Gan Qing Le and was extremely emotional. He seemed to be the same as the Buddhists. He couldn't hit it with the pole, but Hui Tong felt that he had Buddha nature.
"Sir, I have good intentions. The young monk understands that, as he said, if the heart is peaceful and not disturbed by evil desires, what's the use of some precepts to restrain the mind."
Seeing the majestic appearance of the impossibly handsome monk Baoxiang, Ji Yuan took out the Thousand Dou Pot.
"Master is right, come on, have a drink?"
"Mr. Ji..."
Huitong was helpless, Ji Yuan couldn't help but smile when he saw this. He knew that this monk was actually a wonderful person, he could be quite funny sometimes, and his psychological activities were probably very exciting.
"Okay, okay, no joke, by the way, what reward does the emperor give you?"
Huitong regained his solemn demeanor, smiled and shook his head.
"The Emperor of Tianbao Kingdom wants to canonize me as the Great Protector of the Country. He also wants to make me the abbot of Fayuan Temple. Oh, he also rewarded me with a thousand taels of gold and a lot of silk brocade and other items."
This is public poaching.
"The eldest princess is very angry, isn't she?"
"She wasn't too angry. She knew that the young monk would not come to Tianbao Kingdom to be the so-called great mage who protects the country for these reasons."
Ji Yuan thought about it and said seriously.
"Actually, the eldest princess is quite intelligent..."
Ji Yuan suddenly paused here, frowning and then smiling.
"Mr. Ji, what's wrong?"
"Haha, it's interesting. The situation is unclear and Tu Yun's life or death is unknown. Ji didn't expect that anyone would dare to come to Beijing to investigate at this time."
After hearing what Ji Yuan said, Huitong understood what kind of "people" Mr. Ji meant.
"Master, let's go take a look."
"Young monk should accompany you."
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Because of the rain, the streets of Tianbao Kingdom's capital were not densely populated, but stalls still had to be set up, and there were still many people who should go shopping on the streets. Moreover, what happened in the palace last night had already spread to the market early in the morning. Well, although there is no airtight wall in everything, the speed is obviously too fast, but Ji Yuan and Huitong don't care about this kind of thing, it obviously has something to do with the harem or political intrigue.
There were few customers today, and a few vendors who had set up stalls in the market had nothing to do and gathered together to gossip.
"Hey, have you heard about what happened last night?"
"What's going on?" "Master Huitong, do you know?"
"It seems that he is a famous eminent monk from Tingliang Kingdom. He came to Beijing a few days ago despite being ordered to do so."
The merchant who started the topic said excitedly.
"You only know one but not the other. Why did the emperor call Master Huitong to come? Because there were monsters in the palace, which disturbed the peace of the palace and the court situation. That's why he invited Master Huitong to collect the monsters! Xiangmei Does Concubine Ren Hui know that is actually a vixen..."
"Ouch!" "Really..." "Really?"
A young-looking man with long hair without a bun passed by this stall. He paused and listened for a while. He heard the vendors' lively discussion with surprise and surprise, and then continued to move forward.
"Hey, it's a step too late..."
This young man is holding an umbrella, wearing a white shirt, and no extra accessories. His face is very handsome, but it is always shrouded in a layer of haze. His long hair is scattered, which is considered disheveled and rude to ordinary people, but on this person But he looked very elegant, and no one was pointing fingers at him. Not many people even seemed to notice him.
In the rain in the capital city, the man in white shirt walked step by step towards the palace, or to be precise towards the inn, and soon arrived on the street outside the inn.
People are not allowed to set up stalls here, and since it is a rainy day, there are almost no pedestrians. Even the sergeants who usually stand guard outside the post area are taking shelter from the rain in the houses nearby.
The man held an umbrella and looked at the inn calmly. Not long after, in his line of sight, a monk in white robes strolled out and stood six or seven feet away from the man.
"Well done, Great Ming King Buddha. He sows good causes and gets good results. He does bad things and gets bad retribution. What does the donor think?"
The man holding the umbrella did not speak, and looked at Huitong indifferently. This monk did not have a strong Buddhist divine light, but he could vaguely feel a strong Buddha nature. He was able to accept Tu Yun, and it seemed that he was hiding. Self-Dharma.
"Monk, can Tu Yun be saved?"
Monk Huitong was actually very nervous at this moment, because he could not feel the slightest trace of magical light or demonic aura from the person opposite him. Looking at him with Bodhi Wisdom, he could only see a faint trace of white light, just like the light refracted by white clothes.
'Well done Ming King Buddha, fortunately Mr. Ji hasn't left yet! '
Huitong, who was nervous, had a solemn and calm Buddhist look on his face, and he also replied in a calm tone.
"The donors are six fox demons. It is impossible for the poor monk to stay behind. They have been trapped in the golden bowl seal. I am afraid it will be difficult to escape."
The man holding the umbrella nodded and slowly approached Huitong.
"I have some friendship with Buddhism. Give me the golden bowl and spare your life."
Huitong's heart suddenly jumped, and he suppressed the uneasiness in his body. He still stood firmly with his hands clasped together and looked at the man calmly.
At this time, a man in a green shirt with wide sleeves also walked from the inn holding an umbrella and appeared next to Huitong. The man in a white shirt opposite stopped in his tracks.