Chapter 2787: First Visit to Buddhism, Master, Take Care!

Xu Zisheng was very efficient and did not delay. He found the Minister of Personnel on the same day and asked him to keep Xu Xinnian in Kyoto City, stay in the Hanlin Academy for two days, and then arrange him in the Ministry of War!

Although the Minister of Personnel and Xu Zisheng had a bad relationship, he did not want to offend Xu Zisheng and agreed to Xu Zisheng's request.

After all, Xu Zisheng had a special status in the court and was tough. He would slap people at any time. The Minister of Personnel was unwilling to be angrily criticized or even slapped by Xu Zisheng in the court for a small new Jinshi.

Kyoto City, West Gate. The soldiers guarding the city suddenly heard a faint Sanskrit sound, which seemed to come from the sky.

A soldier dug his ears and found that the Sanskrit sound was still echoing in his ears. He turned his head and looked at his colleagues beside him and asked.

"Hey, did you hear any strange sounds?"

As soon as the soldier finished asking, he saw his colleagues opposite and beside him digging their ears. At this time, someone suddenly heard shouting on the city wall.

"Buddha's light, there is Buddha's light in the west!"

The soldiers under the city wall subconsciously clenched their spears and looked into the distance vigilantly. After a few seconds, they saw the golden Buddha's light rising from the west.

It was like the rising sun, even purer and more friendly than the rising sun.

Unconsciously, the soldiers guarding the city loosened their tightly grasped spears and looked up at the pure Buddha's light with pious and gentle eyes, as if their souls were cleansed.

The thousand households guarding the city bit their tongues hard, and the pain stimulated his brain, gaining a brief sobriety to fight against the idea of ​​conversion that emerged in his heart. He staggered and pushed away the soldiers who were looking west, grabbed the drumstick, and hit it hard again and again.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The dull drum sound spread all over the fields, shaking the hearts of the soldiers guarding the city and the people in the east city, and waking everyone up.

In Yong'an Marquis Mansion, Xu Zisheng put down the book in his hand, turned his head and looked towards the west city, his eyes flashing white, snorted coldly, and shouted.

"Kyoto is not the Western Regions, how can you Buddhists show off your power and dare to deceive the people of Kyoto!"

"A man does not talk about strange things!"

The sound of the great and righteous spirit shook the world, and the endless great and righteous spirit filled the world, covering the entire Kyoto city. The upright and unyielding faith filled everyone's heart. The vast white great and righteous spirit instantly defeated the golden Buddha light, making a group of Buddhist envoys from the Western Regions shocked physically and mentally. They stopped chanting unconsciously, looked up at Kyoto City, and their solemn faces were full of horror.

"It's a Confucian master, so terrifying and domineering!"

This time, the Western Buddhist delegation came to Kyoto City for two main purposes. The first purpose was to understand the whole story of the Sangpo case and find the monk Shenshu who got rid of the seal. This was also the main purpose of their trip; the secondary purpose should be to bring an army to punish the culprit.

The relationship between Buddhism and Dafeng is very complicated. It is the kind of ally that smiles on the surface but wants to kill each other in the heart. For example, in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, the Western Buddhist Kingdom and Dafeng were allies and victorious countries, while the South Xinjiang and the North were defeated countries.

But this alliance is not solid. In the past 20 years, the North and South Xinjiang have repeatedly violated the border of Dafeng. The court has repeatedly asked for help from the Western Regions, but Buddhism has turned a deaf ear.

Not to mention the North, half of the South Xinjiang region has fallen into the hands of Buddhism. That was the territory of the Wan Yao Kingdom back then. If the Buddhist Kingdom really cares about the friendship of the alliance, it can just send troops to sneak attack the nest of the South Xinjiang barbarians. The South Xinjiang barbarians dare not attack the border of Dafeng at all.

Of course, Dafeng is not a good thing. In the past, there was the anti-Buddhist movement led by Yunlu Academy. In the recent Sangpo case, Monk Shenshu escaped from the trap, but the Supervisor of the Sitianjian and Emperor Yuan Jing turned a blind eye, which may have been to make trouble for Buddhism.

"Monk Shenshu is now living in Xu Qiyan's body and cannot be discovered by Buddhism. He now has a seal imposed by the Supervisor to help him shield the secrets of heaven, so it should not be so easy to be discovered!"

"But it's not safe yet. I'll help him again and plot against Buddhism once again!"

"Great whiteness is like humiliation, great generosity has no corners, great things are not accomplished, great sounds are rare, and great elephants are invisible."

As the voice fell, the vast righteousness in the sky converged and dissipated, and the invisible seal fell on the head of Xu Qiyan, who was unaware of it, completely disrupting his secrets of heaven. No one could use the qi-watching technique to see the reality of Xu Qiyan's body.

The Buddhist delegation's destination was the Sanliu Posthouse in the west city, which was also the largest posthouse in the outer city. There were three hundred-year-old willow trees planted in the courtyard with two entrances, which is why the posthouse got its name.

The postman of the posthouse walked out of the gate, looked around for a while, and walked into an alley without saying a word. In the alley, a young man in a night watchman's uniform stood, holding a knife with one hand, leaning against the wall, twisting a piece of broken silver in his hand, waiting for a long time.

"Sir, this is the list of the Western Regions delegation this time. The leader's Dharma name is Du'e."

The postman handed over the note, his eyes swept over the broken silver, and a bit of joy appeared on his face. His attitude became more enthusiastic, and he reminded.

"Master Du'e has just been summoned to the palace and is not in the posthouse."

"Well done!"

Xu Qian'an flicked his fingertips, and the broken silver was thrown into an arc, which was steadily caught by the postman, who smiled.

"Thank you, sir."

After sending the postman away, Xu Qian'an quickly took off the night watchman's uniform, and then took out a monk's robe from the fragment of the earth book and put it on. He touched his long hair, feeling angry, and comforted himself.

“It will grow back later.”

A few minutes later, a freshly baked monk came out of the alley, his robes dangling. When we arrived at the door of the post station, the gatekeepers were not the post guards, but two young monks.

"How do you call this senior brother?"

Two young monks came forward and blocked the way. Xu Qi'an clasped his hands together, solemnly recited the Dharma name, and took refuge devoutly.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Qinglong Temple Hengyuan, learned that fellow disciples of our sect came from the Western Regions, and came here to pay homage."

The two monks were not easy to fool. They looked Xu Qian up and down, stopped at his smooth head, frowned slightly, and questioned.

"Senior brother Hengyuan never kept the precepts?"

"The poor monk cultivates as a warrior monk."

Xu Qi'an looked calm and not panicked at all. He had a deep friendship with Hengyuan and had long understood that monks did not need to observe the precepts, so he was not worried about being exposed.

When the two monks heard this answer, they no longer had any doubts. Their tone suddenly became polite and they said.

"Senior Brother Hengyuan, please come inside!"

Xu Qi'an did this to find out the details of Monk Shenshu. He was inhabited by Monk Shenshu's right hand. Although it did not have any impact on him for the time being, he still needed to find out the origin of this thing to avoid being plotted and not knowing. , and even counted the money for him, Xu Qian was not that kind of fool.

Under the guidance of the monk guarding the gate, Xu Qi'an walked through the front yard and came to the inner yard.

The young monk stopped in the courtyard, clasped his hands and said.

"Senior Brother Hengyuan, please wait here for a moment. I will inform Senior Uncle Jingchen."

Xu Qi'an responded by performing Buddhist rituals, showing the demeanor of an eminent monk and being extremely polite.

"Thank you, junior brother."

The total number of people in the mission to the Western Regions this time is 21. The post guards have to arrange rooms for the mission. The rooms in the post station are divided into grades. Monks with high seniority will naturally live in good rooms. It is impossible for a young novice to live in the presidential suite, and the leader The eminent monks lived in single rooms without windows.

Therefore, the postman has a clear understanding of the status of the mission's characters. The highest ranking person is naturally Master Du'e, the leader of this mission. However, the postman does not know what his cultivation level is. There are two people behind them, namely Jingchen and Jingsi, and the other monks have similar status.

The young monk came out and led Xu Qi'an into Monk Jingchen's room. Sandalwood was burning in the room. A monk with a round face and thick earlobes sat cross-legged and looked at the door with a smile. The monk had a restrained aura and looked at No different from ordinary people.

"Senior Brother Jingchen!"

"Junior Brother Hengyuan!"

After the two greeted each other, they exchanged greetings and tested each other before Xu Qian got involved and said.

"Senior brother and all of you arrived in Beijing for the sake of the sealed artifacts that escaped the Sangbo case?"

Jingchen narrowed his eyes and said softly with a smile on his face.

"Senior Brother Pan Shu said that?"

Before Monk Panshu returned to Qinglong Temple, Uncle Du'e gave repeated orders not to leak the existence of the sealed object, including the monks of Qinglong Temple. Master Jingchen set a trap for Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qian shook his head, sighed, and said softly with a sigh.

"It's not what Master said. To be honest, the poor monk was also involved in the Sangbo case."

There seemed to be a golden light flashing through Jingchen's gentle and peaceful eyes. He was a fifth-level herrist. A monk at this level could make people follow the rules, influence others intentionally or unintentionally, and make people unable to lie. It's a bit similar. It is consistent with Confucianism, but it is not so overbearing.

The Confucian speaking method changes the rules at will, which is completely opposite to the Lawyer, but the price to pay is also high. You can make the horse grow wings, make the tiger become a cat, and even make a mouse and a cat fall in love with each other.

"The poor monk has a junior brother named Henghui. We grew up together and have a close relationship. More than a year ago, Henghui suddenly disappeared and stole a breath-shielding magic weapon from the temple. I After multiple investigations, it was discovered that he was suspected of being abducted by a tooth organization."

Xu Qi'an analyzed the Sangbo case and the Princess Pingyang case in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, and told Monk Jingchen about the relationship between the two cases and the secrets behind them.

Monk Jingchen didn't speak for a long time, as if he was shocked by the interlocking and complicated cases. Even Master Panshu of Qinglong Temple didn't know these inside stories. He just came from the west to inform Buddhism about the birth of Sangbo's sealed object.

"This case is indeed full of twists and turns, and the people who can crack it are even more powerful. How does Junior Brother Hengyuan know such details?"

When Xu Qi'an saw Monk Jingchen raising doubts, he didn't panic at all. He forced himself to fight against his instinct not to lie and answered.

"Although the case was sponsored by the Third Division, the person who really discovered the Sangbo case and the Pingyang Princess case was a silver gong from the watchman's office named Xu Qian. The poor monk had a close relationship with Mr. Junior brother was involved in it, so he knew it clearly.”

Monk Jingchen wrote down the name Xu Qian and quickly inquired about the details and asked.

"Who is that Yin Luo named Xu? Junior Brother Hengyuan, please tell me in detail."

"well!"

Xu Hengyuan did not speak, but let out a long sigh with a look of sigh on his face, leaving Monk Jingchen confused and confused as to what he meant.

"Junior brother, what is this?"

"When the poor monk thinks of this person, he feels filled with emotion."

"Oh? What do you mean by that?"

Xu Qi'an, this shameless person, boasts that he is rare in the sky and hard to find on the ground, and his face is thicker than the city wall.

"Senior brother, I don't know. Xu Qi'an is the most amazing and talented person that this poor monk has ever seen in his life. In terms of cultivation, he is so talented that it is rare for anyone in the entire Dafeng to be able to compare with him."

"In terms of being an official, he is determined not to take advantage of the people, and takes it as his own duty to support justice. In terms of solving crimes, Da Feng has many experts, but they are not as good as him.

"In terms of poetry, he is known as the number one poet in Dafeng for two hundred years. It is said that the oirans of the Jiaofangsi loved him to death, but he ignored them."

Monk Jingchen was shocked. He didn't expect such a person to be in the capital. A sharp light flashed in his eyes and he said in a deep voice.

"I didn't expect that there really are such amazing people in the world. It would be a pity not to join my Buddhist sect!"

If you want to take it, you must give it first. After Xu Qi'an finished explaining the causes and consequences, Tu Qiong saw it and asked solemnly.

"Senior Brother Jingchen, I'm here just to know what the evil thing suppressed under Sangbo is?"

Qinglong Temple is the only remaining spark of Buddhism in the Western Regions in Dafeng. If Buddhism in the Western Regions still wants to continue preaching in the Central Plains, Qinglong Temple is an irreplaceable force. Monk Jingchen thought for a while, not wanting to cause any dissatisfaction with Xu Qi'an. He clasped his hands and said, Recite the Buddha's name slowly and slowly.

"That evil thing is indeed related to our Buddhism. I heard Uncle Du'e say that it is a traitor to Buddhism."

Xu Qi'an had some guesses about the origin of Monk Shenshu. He was not surprised by this and continued to ask.

"Which traitor is it?"

"This is unknown. This is a secret of Buddhism. Even my identity is not qualified to know!"

Xu Qian was a little disappointed that he did not know the specific identity of Monk Shenshu, but he had other doubts and asked again.

"Then why not kill him completely, but choose to seal it?"

Monk Jingchen sighed, with a look of surprise on his face, and said quietly.

"I once heard Uncle Du'e say that the demon monk couldn't be killed, so that's why he was cut into pieces, suppressed and sealed!"

Monk Shenshu has entered the first-level Dzogchen martial arts realm, which is also commonly known as the half-step martial arts god. From ancient times to the present, martial arts has never given birth to a martial god, so Monk Shenshu can be regarded as the first person in martial arts cultivation. Jingqi The gods are completely integrated, and the cells in his body are equipped with array patterns and possess immortality. Every part of the body has a part of the soul. Even if the body is divided, the soul will be taken away and exist as an individual with independent consciousness. It has its own domain, which is the embodiment of the warrior's own characteristics of the world and can form a disordered space. The Half-Step Martial God is immortal, has endless lifespan, and his combat power is far more powerful than the first-class of other systems. Although it is impossible to defeat the super-class, it is enough to compete with the super-class in a short time. Even the super-class cannot kill it. .

Buddhism is a Buddha who has given birth to a transcendent realm. Even he can't completely kill the monk Shenshu. He can only choose to cut his body into pieces, seal it, and suppress it in different places. This treatment is comparable to Chi You in the ancient myth.

Xu Qian and Monk Jingchen chatted for a few more words, and when they were sure that no other information could be obtained, they stood up and left.

As soon as Xu Qian left the inn, he met an old acquaintance, and a look of embarrassment and guilt suddenly appeared on his face.

The tall and burly monk Hengyuan had a blue-black circle on his chin. He seemed to have just shaved. The loose monk's robe was worn on him and seemed to fit him just right, hiding the muscles inside. He looked surprised when he saw Xu Qi'an. , looking at Xu Qi'an's dress with some confusion, he asked.

"Master Xu, why are you dressed like this?"

"Performance art, you don't understand!"

Xu Qian's eyes evaded, like an adulterer caught in bed, afraid to face Monk Hengyuan.

Monk Hengyuan didn't understand what Xu Qian's words meant. He was confused and looked extremely confused.

Xu Qian looked at the burly Hengyuan and asked quickly.

"Are you going to the inn to meet the Buddhist envoy from the Western Regions?"

"A fellow disciple of our sect is here, and this poor monk should go and meet him."

Monk Hengyuan did not hesitate. He had a very good impression of Xu Qi'an, not only because Xu Qi'an investigated the Sangbo case and the Princess Pingyang case and avenged his junior brother Henghui, but also because they were both holders of the Earthly Book. There is a close relationship between them, and Xu Qi'an often supports the Yangshengtang, which makes Monk Hengyuan very grateful.

"Can you not go?"

Xu Qi'an laughed dryly, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth a few times, and said with some unbearable persuasion.

"Why?"

Monk Hengyuan was a simple and honest man. He didn't know why and looked at Xu Qian in surprise.

Xu Qi'an dared to tell the truth. In order to express his apology, he took out the banknote from his arms and saw that it was a fifty-tael denomination. He couldn't bear to part with it. The guilt in his heart was not worth so much, so he stuffed it back. In his arms, he took out another ten-tael silver note, handed it to Hengyuan, and said.

"This is my wish for the elderly and children in Yangshengtang."

Monk Hengyuan was very moved and praised sincerely.

"Master Xu, you are such a kind person!"

"It should, it should!"

Xu Qi'an's praise for Monk Hengyuan was well deserved. There was a bit of pity in his eyes, hoping that this great monk would not be directly beaten to death by the Buddhist mission from the Western Regions.

Xu Qian waved goodbye to Monk Hengyuan and walked not far away. He still had some conscience in his heart and turned around to remind him.

"Master, take care!"

Monk Hengyuan was confused and looked at Xu Qian who was gradually walking away. He walked into Sanliu Inn in confusion and gave his name.

"The poor monk Qinglong Temple Hengyuan learned that fellow disciples of our sect have arrived in Beijing, so he came here to pay his respects."

The two young monks saw this, their eyes widened, looked at Hengyuan in disbelief, and questioned.

"Are you Hengyuan?"

"Are there any problems?"

Hengyuan touched his head, with a puzzled look on his face. Why are the people he met today so strange and their words incomprehensible?

"No, no problem, please wait, I will go and report!"

The two monks guarding the gate ran into the post station and came out soon, saying calmly.

"Please come in!"

Monk Hengyuan is a martial monk. He is usually carefree. He didn't notice anything wrong and walked in without any defense.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Monk Hengyuan was besieged by Buddhist monks from the Western Regions. A group of bald men were like eating gunpowder, beating the big monk, Buddha's light shining, punching and kicking, very angry.

Monk Hengyuan was not of a good temper either. Warrior monks are naturally irritable, so how could he be willing to suffer such a big loss? He fought back fiercely, roaring like a lion continuously, his roar shaking the void, like an arhat descending to the world, extremely ferocious, fighting against many enemies alone, and not losing the upper hand. He was worthy of being a warrior monk, with strong strength.