By the Tianxiu River, the small courtyard is close to the water, and the night wind is bitterly cold.
It may be a pure coincidence. The Wolf King is always cautious and good at hiding. It is reasonable for him to change his location from time to time. Wang Zai frowned slightly and speculated.
Jiang Zhiwei looked at the quietly flowing river in front of her, and said thoughtfully: Maybe someone has been watching us, discovered the clues, and notified the Wolf King in advance.
Meng Qi, the man of myth, knew the elegant meaning of Xiange and didn't say much. Wang Zai made rich associations: The prince and the three princes are all visiting Ying City. There is a surging undercurrent. It is impossible to say that someone is really watching us.
He linked this incident to the assassination of Jin Wang Zhao Yi.
He paused and said: This blood cloth should be used by the Wolf King to wrap his wounds. Why don't you let me take it away and see if I can trace it back to him through the Bai family's magic.
The Bai family comes from the southern barbarians, and it is rumored that they possess poisonous and magical skills, and there are many methods of blood detection and tracking. Therefore, Wang Zai said this. If not, I am afraid that he would have to ask an outside expert or a Buddhist or Taoist disciple to use his magical powers such as clairvoyance. , lock the trace with blood.
OK Meng Qi nodded and said, but the Wolf King's departure was not in a hurry. Since he left behind a bloody strip of cloth, he probably had a way to avoid it.
After discussing for a while, the three of them had no clue, so they separated temporarily and went back to their respective residences. Jiang Zhiwei would continue to ask the head of Ying City of Xijiange Pavilion to send people to contact local snakes and look for traces of the Wolf King.
The next day, the sky was clear and the sunshine was bright but not strong, bringing winter warmth.
Considering that it had been two days since he submitted the secret report, and that Senior Brother Qi had reported it to the Huanhua Sword Sect even longer, and that Gu Xiaosang and the Luo Jiao disciples were waiting secretly, Meng Qi was just going out to hang out as a bait, and invited Jiang Zhiwei to travel to Misty Rain Mountain with him.
The mountains are empty and full of scenic spots. Yanyu Mountain is no less rugged, steep and precipitous than anywhere else. It is delicate and lush, showing the gentleness of Jiangdong and its beauty.
The scenery in Jiangdong is really completely different from that in the north. The bright sun shines down, breaking through the often lingering fog. The entire Yanyu Mountain seemed to be shrouded in gold, the old trees in the mountain stream were dyed somewhat sacred, and Jiang Zhiwei seemed to be bathed in the golden light of fairy energy.
Xijiang Pavilion is located at the junction of Huazhou and Ganzhou, which can also be regarded as the north.
There are many pavilions in the mountains, and the sound of singing and dancing of silk and bamboo can be heard faintly. The aristocratic families and sects of Yingcheng and the wealthy officials have built pavilions and monasteries in the Misty Rain Mountain, and the acquired and the innate complement each other.
Meng Qi looked at the beautiful mountains and waters. Looking at the pavilions and pavilions in the distance, he laughed and said: I heard that Woxin Temple is located at the North Peak. The iron flower tea is fragrant and rich, and the self-grinding bean curd is delicious. Why don’t we go and chat about it
Jiang Zhiwei sneered: I thought you would choose to go to Puxianzhai.
Why did Meng Qi's eyes widen, as if I had never thought about Puxianzhai.
Aren't you a little monk? It is not the right thing to pay homage to the mountains. Jiang Zhiwei joked, and then said with a smile, Puxianzhai's Luohan vegetarian feast is known as the best in Yingcheng. You are used to eating here, shouldn't you think of it first
She pondered for a moment. Zhengse said: I know you don't like to be a monk, but since you have returned to secular life, what's the point of going to the temple? If you always avoid these things, you will seem unable to let go. Over time, it will become a knot in your heart and attract external demons.
For the tempering of mind. Xijiang Pavilion always takes it seriously, so Jiang Zhiwei reminded Meng Qi.
Meng Qi smiled bitterly and said: "I have been to the nunnery, and I am afraid that the monk temple will not be successful. The prince lives in Puxianzhai. I have been involved with the King of Jin before. If I go there rashly, I may not be involved in the royal family dispute." Causing trouble.
He had just told Jiang Zhiwei about Zhao Yi, mentioned the prince and came to Yingcheng, but did not elaborate on where he lived.
Jiang Zhiwei was relieved. She raised her head slightly, her face was red, she looked at the sky, and said calmly: I think too much. I misunderstood you.
She has no pretense.
Meng Qi chuckled and wisely changed the subject. The two of them chatted and laughed and headed towards Beishan.
After climbing some stone steps, a pavilion appeared on a flat spot halfway up the mountain, with a group of people standing inside.
The leader put his hands behind his hands and looked at the distant mountains and deep valleys surrounded by clouds. He was wearing a bright yellow robe and a high crown on his head, with a tall and straight posture.
Behind him stood a feminine middle-aged man in a black robe and black hat. Just looking at him gave him a chill.
Next to the middle-aged man is a monk wearing a red cassock. He has a fat head and big ears, and a smile on his face, which makes people feel close to him at first sight.
Around them, there are five yellow-robed monks, about forty years old, with skinny faces. Although their appearances are different, they give people the feeling that they are all one.
Outside the pavilion were scattered guards in dark red attire, all with tough temperament and extraordinary skills.
Meng Qi's eyes flashed, and he smiled bitterly and said: "I can't avoid what's coming. If I don't go, I'll fall to the mountain. If the mountain comes, it'll fall to me."
From this momentum alone, Meng Qi could tell that the leader was none other than the Prince of Taijin, Prince Zhao Qian of Liang.
It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided. Since it's coming to your door, let's meet it. Jiang Zhiwei suggested.
Of course, since they were all stuck in the middle of the road, they had to listen to their purpose so as not to be alerted when they were stuck in a dangerous place in the future. Meng Qi regained his composure, holding a long sword across his waist and climbing the steps with his hands behind his back, his posture leisurely.
Jiang Zhiwei was holding a long sword in her hand, and her clothes were floating in the mountain wind, like a fairy coming to earth.
The prince invited the two of them to come into the pavilion to meet. Not long after Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei moved forward, a guard came up to them.
Please lead the way. Meng Qi said politely.
The guards led the two people through the tight guard and entered the half-mountain pavilion.
Prince Zhao Qian slowly turned around. His facial features were quite similar to those of Zhao Yi and Zhao Heng, but his eyebrows were not as thick as theirs, but rather light. The front of his nose was slightly hooked, like a sword, giving people a decisive feeling.
We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, and we are so happy to meet you on the mountain road. Zhao Qian's voice was gentle, and if he was preaching scriptures, he would probably have a different charm.
Meng Qi smiled and saluted: "The humble man from the mountains has seen the prince."
Every now and then, I meet strangers. This is the fate of meeting each other thousands of miles away. But almost all of them just pass by each other without knowing each other, because the relationship is shallow.
He used a more direct metaphor to tell the prince, "We have a close relationship, so don't come to me if you need anything."
Zhao Qian looked like an old monk, calm and calm. He pointed at the fat monk next to him and said: This is the Huayan divine monk who presides over Puxianzhai.
Amitabha Buddha, the dragon and the phoenix among the two donors, is well-deserved. Hua Yan smiled and clasped his hands together, like the kind of stewarding monk who was greedy for money for scented oil. However, Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei did not dare to look down upon him. This was an eminent monk on location. He judged people by their appearance, and Ziyu was lost.
In particular, Donor Su was born in Buddhism and possesses the skills of breaking the precepts and swords. Although his actions are ruthless, he is upright and upright. He eliminates evil and rescues those in distress. He does not violate the will of the Buddha. He is really destined to be my Buddha. Hua Yan looked at Meng Qi with a smile.
You just have a destiny with the Buddha, and your whole family has a destiny with the Buddha. Meng Qi cursed in his heart, but then he laughed. Huayan is already an eminent monk. No one believes that he has no destiny with the Buddha. As for the whole family, considering his age, his parents are Deceased, no wife or children
Seeing that Meng Qi didn't speak, Zhao Qian smiled slightly: Gu Chang heard about Su Shaoxia and was quite emotional. With a Buddha's heart and a killing knife, isn't he the Dharma Protector
Dharma protector Vajra Meng Qi's impression of Zhao Qian plummeted, even worse than that of Zhao Yi.
He smiled softly and said: "It is said that the prince practices Buddhism religiously and has participated in the four great elements. Why doesn't he abandon the throne and become a monk in order to achieve great purity and seek great liberation?"
Jiang Zhiwei also interjected: Nowadays, we are obsessed with love and chasing power, which seems to be contrary to the will of Buddha.
Both of them accused Zhao Qianqian and hypocrisy of his belief in Buddhism and wandering in the world of power, both covertly and covertly.
You are so disrespectful to that effeminate middle-aged man who took a step forward and accused the two of you.
He didn't suppress him directly, or teach him a lesson. Su Wuming was used to defending his shortcomings. If he used his strength to bully the weak, he should never have the extravagant hope of leaving the Capital of Gods in this life, otherwise he would be struck by a sword.
Zhao Qian pressed his hand to signal the middle-aged man to calm down, and said with a slight smile:
There are Buddhas holding flowers and smiling, and there are also Vajra eyes with angry eyes. If they are obsessed with self-cultivation and ignore worldly affairs, who will come to save all sentient beings
If one could hold a great treasure in hand and command the whole world to obey, so that ordinary people would not suffer the pain of oppression, and martial arts monks would not have to worry about the evil of killing, everyone would be liberated. When they reach the other side, they would rather give up their cultivation, live like flies and dogs, and pursue power. Ask for greater strength
His smile was light, but his tone was decisive, and he had the air of being able to fight despite the thousands of people.
Meng Qi was slightly shocked. The prince was a little different from what he had imagined.
But if he completely turns to Buddhism, the Taoist family will try their best to stop him. It will be very difficult to ascend to the throne.
Although great wishes are good, they conflict with purity and may lead to many killings and bloody hands. Meng Qi responded casually.
Zhao Qian shook his head and laughed: Everyone can say that about Gu, but you, Su Meng, are not qualified. You kill to protect lives, and you kill people instead of killing people. But what you said
It was after hearing these words that I felt like a close friend and wanted to come and see you.
I was making random nonsense. Meng Qi blinked innocently.
This road is destined to be riddled with bones and filled with blood, but if we can seek purity for all sentient beings, even if we fall into the eighteenth level of hell, what's the problem? Zhao Qian said loudly.
His face was solemn and somewhat precious.
But what does this have to do with me? Meng Qi sent a message into the secret and said to Jiang Zhiwei: I thought that practicing Buddhism was for pure wisdom, but I never thought that Buddhism would support Zhao Qian.
In Buddhism, there is the Zen sect, which cultivates oneself and the mind, and the Pure Land sect, which can achieve bliss by reciting Amitabha. There are many sects, and the Buddhist scriptures and methods of practice are all different. How can they be generalized? Jiang Zhiwei explained.
Zhao Qian calmed down his emotions and said with a smile: Su Meng, why don't we make a bet.
What bet? Meng Qi asked subconsciously.
Zhao Qian pointed to the five yellow-robed monks: They are the five masters of the Pure Land Sect, Dragon, Elephant, Tiger, Leopard and Peng. Individually speaking, they are definitely not as good as you, but they are good at joining forces and have the same aura. Five monks are on the same page, and they are no better than you. For any of the top ten, if you can survive twenty moves without defeat under their siege, you will be considered a loser. I promise you that if you have anything to do with me in the future, as long as you are not treasonous or contrary to human ethics, I will help you. .
If you lose, you have to help Gu do something. Don't worry, it won't involve fratricide, friends killing each other, etc.
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