After drinking tea, Ye Wuji had another discussion with the Zen master. The Zen master was good at palm techniques, and Ye Wuji did not use a sword, but also used palm techniques to resist. The energy was so strong that the bamboo leaves were cut off one after another. After a while, all the bamboos around them became bald.
Zen Master Zhixin has strong inner strength, can open and close his palms widely and send and receive them freely, and is domineering yet compassionate. Ye Wuji's figure is elegant, and when his palm falls, it seems as light as a willow catkin, but when he actually touches it, he realizes that it weighs more than a thousand kilograms.
"Light clouds cover the moon, and the flowing wind returns to the snow." Zen Master Zhixin recognized Ye Wuji's Qinggong and palm techniques, "What is the relationship between Ye Shaoxia and the Xiaoxiang knights?"
"I don't know any Xiaoxiang knights, but among my senior brothers, the second senior brother has the best palm skills. I have only learned a little bit."
Zen Master Zhixin was proficient in Buddhism, but he was far inferior to Ye Wuji in terms of martial arts. Although he narrowly won a move between the two, one reason was that Zen Master Zhixin was twenty years older than Ye Wuji and had greater internal strength; He is good at mastering Dharma, and Zen Master Zhixin is the best at it.
Zen Master Zhixin laughed and said: "A poor monk can win without force."
Ye Wuji picked up the sword placed aside, leaned against the bamboo with the sword in his arms, and said: "If you win, you win. There is no need to win without force. My martial arts are ordinary." These words It's not Qian Ci, Ye Wuji has never won a few times when he was in the village. The few times he won, he either won against the servants in the village, or the other party deliberately gave in.
"I'm sorry, Young Master Ye. Young Master's martial arts skills are already well-known in today's martial arts world."
"Zen Master, please stop praising me. It makes me even more ignorant of the heights of heaven and earth." Ye Wuji thought that Zen Master Zhixin was just being polite. While he was talking, Ye Wuji's stomach rumbled. Ye Wuji blushed and touched her belly. She had eaten a steamed bun for breakfast and drank a lot of tea.
Zen Master Zhixin was always considerate and would not embarrass Ye Wuji. The Zen Master smiled and said, "After fighting for so long, the poor monk is also a little hungry. I wonder if Ye Shaoxia is willing to go downstairs and have a vegetarian meal?"
"It's a dream come true. Zen master's vegetarian food is so delicious that even money can't buy it."
The two of them walked out of the bamboo forest and walked towards the temple on the mountainside. Halfway there, they suddenly saw black smoke coming from the roof of the temple. Ye Wuji and the Zen master looked at each other, took up Qinggong, and ran towards the temple.
The fire broke out in the firewood shed in the temple. The monks in the temple were carrying water to put out the fire. There were only four or five monks in this small temple, some were old and some were young. If Ye Wuji and the Zen master had not arrived in time, I am afraid that the entire temple would have been destroyed. The temple will be burned down.
"How could something so good catch fire?" Ye Wuji asked.
"Perhaps sparks accidentally splashed on the wood when lighting the fire."
"No!" Ye Wuji entered the firewood shed that was mostly burned, "There is an oily smell, someone set the fire deliberately!"
Could it be someone sent by County Magistrate Chen? Ye Wuji thought. That's not right. If he was alone, Magistrate Chen would be stupid to take action, but Zen Master Zhixin was also here. If Magistrate Chen sent someone to set off the fire, then he would not be stupid but have no brains at all.
This is strange. There are only a few monks in this temple, and she and Zen Master Zhixin are new here. Who can they offend? And he offended such a vicious and stupid villain.
Zen Master Zhixin carefully interrogated several monks and pilgrims who were offering incense in the main hall at that time. One of the pilgrims said that he saw a man with a deer head and rat eyes coming out of the temple just before the fire broke out. There were only two roads going down the mountain. Ye Wuji and Zen Master Zhixin were chasing each other along the road. At the foot of the mountain, Zen Master Zhixin caught the man and took him back to the temple.
"Isn't this Mr. Zhao?" A woman among the pilgrims who had not yet left recognized the man.
"Capture the head? Oh, you know the law and break the law!" Ye Wuji said, "According to the Daqi law, what is the crime of deliberately setting a fire?"
"Who set the fire!" Zhao Captou muttered, "Don't accuse good people unjustly! I just came to offer incense. I ran away when I saw the temple was on fire. Don't slander anyone!"