Two Hundred and Eighteen. When Is the Time for Revenge?

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Liao Ping raised his eyebrows lightly: "The Taoist priest was just beside you?"

"It coincides with the meeting, and I don't intend to offend. Please forgive me, Mr. Longshan." The young Taoist replied.

"The priest wants to go with me?" Liao Ping asked.

The young Taoist shook his head: "On the contrary, the poor Taoist is here to persuade Mr., not to go east."

Liao Ping's expression was calm: "So, the Taoist priest knows where my classmates are? Could it be that he offended the Taiqing Palace?"

The young Taoist said: "Mr. Longshan misunderstood. The poor Taoist doesn't know where Mr. Longshan's classmates are. This matter has nothing to do with the poor teacher's school. The poor Taoist simply reminded me because he cares about the gentleman."

Liao Ping nodded: "I also ask the Taoist priest to express it."

"In the Eastern Tang Dynasty, there were three ninth-level practitioners before, but now, without exception, they are all lost in Chang'an City, and their lives and deaths are unknown." The young Taoist priest said.

Liao Ping was not surprised: "The Taoist priest wants to tell the poor Taoist that there may be people above the ninth level in Chang'an City?"

Liao Ping actually didn't care too much if it was the siege of multiple ninth realms that resulted in the defeat of King Tang and others.

Only those who are like him, even those whose cultivation level is higher than his, can attract his attention.

However, he was born in the Nine Peaks Academy, and he inherited a wonderful legacy.

Generally speaking, even people who are in the same realm as him, many can't beat him.

"There is such a possibility." The young Taoist said: "Currently about Chang'an, I don't know much about it. I don't know if people from other sects want to operate in Dongjiang."

Hearing this, Liao Ping's eyes became slightly serious: "What the Taoist priest said is indeed possible."

He looked up and down the young Taoist priest in front of him: "However, from what the priest said, it seems that he is also interested in Chang'an?"

"Pin Dao is in the land of the old Tang Dynasty. There is an old friend who disappeared because of Chang'an, and his life and death are unknown." The young Taoist replied.

"I see."

Liao Ping nodded: "It's my classmate,

Whether I am still in the land of the Eastern Tang Dynasty is still unknown. I was almost reckless, but fortunately the Taoist priest reminded me. "

"Mr. Takiyama is being polite." The young Taoist said.

Liao Ping continued to ask: "What is the Taoist priest's plan next?"

"Try to find out the root of Chang'an first, and then make a decision." The young Taoist replied.

Liao Ping nodded: "I will first go to the eastern border outside Chang'an to look for it. If I don't find anything, I will go back to Chang'an. If the Taoist priest finds anything about Chang'an, please let me know."

"Definitely, definitely." The young Taoist said.

Liao Ping nodded, took out the paper with him, and wrote on it.

After finishing writing, he gently dried the ink and handed the paper to the young Taoist priest.

"See words like faces."

The Taoist priest nodded, and took the opponent's calligraphy.

The two said their goodbyes, Liao Ping left, and sure enough, he did not continue to go east to Chang'an.

He first turned south and went to the Western Chu Dynasty in the south of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

The young Taoist watched the other party go, then turned his gaze to the east, looking in the direction of Chang'an, thinking silently.

At the same time, there were two monks, one big and one small, flying into Chang'an city.

After they entered the second outer city, they landed and walked on the ground.

According to Chang'an's rules, except for a few people who have been granted permission by His Majesty, the rest are not allowed to fly within the second outer city.

The young monk, who was still childish, landed on the ground, turned around to the mid-air where he flew, and then looked at the solid ground under his feet, his face full of disbelief.

Beside him, the slightly older but still youthful monk Huiming asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"Brother, I can fly too..."

The little monk Yongse was a little dazed: "I used to envy Master and the others, and brother, you can fly in the sky. That's why I thought, if I can fly freely in the sky like a bird one day."

When he came to Chang'an, it was his master, the old monk Faxin, who brought Feidun.

Afterwards, when Huiming and the others flew away, they brought him along.

But now, returning to Chang'an from Tonglu County in the southwest, he was the one who flew back by himself relying on his own cultivation.

Huiming smiled and said, "You have already reached the sixth level, so you can naturally fly in the air."

Yongse raised his hands and touched his little bald head: "But I don't quite understand why I am suddenly in the sixth realm..."

Huiming said earnestly: "There is no need to be confused, you just need to remember that for us Buddhist disciples, saving people is the greatest mercy."

Yong Se half understood: "It seems that, I didn't think too much at the time, I just hoped that those injured people would not die..."

"All living beings are suffering, so are you and me. Seeing the clarity of mind, saving others and ourselves, for us, compassion is part of our practice." Huiming said.

The little monk Yongse whispered: "Senior brother, what you said is not the same as what the master said. The master said, those who believe in my Buddha, my Buddha is merciful, and my Buddhist disciples uphold the Buddhist teachings to save them. Those who don't believe in my Buddha, compassion will only plant evil... ..."

Huiming smiled: "As you grow up and practice slowly, you can compare the two sayings by yourself, and finally come up with your own answer. The Buddha said that everyone can become a Buddha by seeing the clear nature of the mind. This is the reason."

"Oh." Yong Se nodded his head.

Two monks, one big and one small, walked towards the inner city of Chang'an while chatting.

When they arrived at the Tianshu Hall, after seeing Mr. Wu Yun, they saluted together: "Sir."

Mr. Wu Yun, who was projected by Zhang Dongyun, looked the two of them up and down, and nodded slightly: "That's right, as far as Buddhism is concerned, you are all people with roots of wisdom."

Inside the Daming Palace, City Lord Zhang Da wanted to scratch the wall enviously.

Confucianism and Buddhism practice in two veins is cool!

If you say breakthrough, you will break through, if you say improvement, you will improve.

There may even be a situation where Shen Herong had seven realms a day back then, and little monk Yongse has six realms a day now.

Really no place to reason.

unacceptable!

Damn it!

It's so enviable...

Zhang Dongyun sighed, he could only protect himself, this thing is pure talent, there are so many practitioners of Buddhism and Confucianism, it is also rare to be like little monk Yongse.

And this little guy is very happy to break through to the sixth realm once, but he can't tell when he will reach the seventh realm next time.

If there is a mental block, it is not impossible to be stuck in the current state for a lifetime...

But he is still so enviable!

Zhang Dongyun covered his face and sighed.

Mr. Wu Yun, who he projected, had a calm expression on his face.

"Sir, I'm overwhelmed." Huiming saluted Mr. Wu Yun.

Then, after hesitating for a while, he finally said: "Sir, the poor monk didn't chase after him at that time, but it seems that there are other masters in the city, right?"

Mr. Wu Yun said: "Not bad."

Looking at the young monk who hesitated to speak, Mr. Wu Yun said indifferently: "The invading enemy, the leader, has been put to death."

When Monk Huiming heard the words, his breathing became slightly rapid and he fell into silence.

Mr. Wu Yun's tone was indifferent: "You let them die, it is the mercy of Buddhism, and it is hoped that they will change their ways.

But they won't. When Xichu makes a comeback again, the people under my Chang'an will suffer from the war again. "

Huiming sighed: "They are dead, the Western Chu Dynasty will not let it go, the war will definitely come again, when will the retribution..."

"It's only natural that the party who reported to report will die."

Mr. Wu Yun's tone was calm, but the two monks Huiming and Yongse suddenly felt a bloody aura and rushed towards them.

"Sir, it must be the other party who is sure to die, so you made this plan?"

Monk Huiming's tone became serious.

Facing the unfathomable Mr. Wu Yun, facing Chang'an City, he rarely showed disrespect: "Why do you have to commit such a crime?"

Young monk Yongse tugged at Huiming's sleeve, and whispered, "Senior brother, Xichu and the others called here first..."

Huiming shook his head slightly at him: "Western Chu came here because someone died here. At the beginning, that person helped Gutang because their envoy was detained in Chang'an. I heard from Master Yun of Qingxia Villa that Xi Chu The envoy of Chu did nothing and was detained."

The young monk turned his head to look at Mr. Wu Yun: "The poor monk does not want to question Mr.'s decision, but just hopes that Mr. will be merciful, so that both parties will not shed some blood."

Mr. Wu Yun didn't think it was disobedient, but said indifferently: "The next time you encounter the same situation, will you stop Li Qiong and the others and save Xichu's people from leaving?"

Huiming took a deep breath: "The poor monk will guard the border between Xichu and Chang'an, and will not allow Xichu to cross the border alone. I am willing to use this body so that the two sides will never meet again."

Mr. Wu Yun didn't fluctuate at all, and he didn't question whether the other party could do it. Instead, he asked: "On the contrary, if I enter the Western Chu in Chang'an, you will also stop me?"

Monk Huiming said calmly: "Poor monk, yes."

Mr. Wu Yun was not angry: "Even if the people of Western Chu are under the rule of the Xiang family, the people will not be able to live?"

Monk Huiming finally fell silent.

Zhang Dongyun in Daming Palace looked at him if he was interested.

He did not deceive Huiming.

Among the seven kingdoms in Eastern Xinjiang, the three dynasties of Tang, Jin, and Chu are all famous for their tyranny.

Liang and Chen were extravagant, extravagant and wasteful.

To explain that the king is in charge of the country and the officials are clear and bright, the Western Zhou Dynasty and the Northern Qi Dynasty can barely be counted.

But that is to say, compared with the other five countries, it is taller.

If you really want to say how open-minded and upward, that is nonsense.

Of course, if the other party is a wise and benevolent king, City Lord Zhang will let him go, which is unrealistic.

Even if he agreed, the city wall would not agree.

If you build a wall from the opponent's land and say that you don't interfere with the opponent's government, no matter how wise and benevolent the opponent is, it is impossible for the opponent to remain calm.

However, for the little monk Huiming, this is very important.

The young monk was a little bit convinced of death.

When he thinks about things, he only thinks about whether he should do it, not whether he can do it.

Mantis is like a car, and he has to stand up, and the worst is to give up his stinky skin.

After a long while, Huiming finally said: "Poor monk, I will go to various places in Western Chu and see it with my own eyes."

Mr. Wu Yun said casually: "Then you can go and see for yourself, as long as you remember, anyone who disobeys His Majesty will be destroyed."

Little monk Huiming clasped his palms together: "Mr. Xie is magnanimous. Mr. taught me, the poor monk will take it to heart and dare not forget it."