Lanke Chess Edge

Corpse Nine escaped this time and did not go back to the tomb mound at Tomb Hill, but 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, leaving first In Tianbao Country, as for whether others leave or not, it's none of his business. Anyway, only Tu Yun can really have the final say in Tianbao Country.

At the same time, the monk Huitong who went back to the station 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. Daxia Gan seems to be extremely interested in it.

After late at night, Ji Yuan and others all fell asleep in the post station one after another, and the whole capital had already returned to tranquility, even in the imperial palace. When Ji Yuan was in a dream, he still seemed to be able to feel all the changes around him, and he could hear the coughing, quarreling and dreaming sounds of the people's homes in the distance.

On the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, during the severe cold season, Ji Yuan woke up naturally from his room in the inn. The sound of "crackling" rain outside indicated that today was his favorite rainy day, and it was the right kind of rainy day. Rain, everything in the world is very clear to Ji Yuan's ears.

The demon of Yushui died last night, and the essence of the water was overflowing. If Ji Yuan didn't intervene, the rain would definitely fall, and it would last for two or three days.

Ji Yuan opened his eyes and sat up from the bed leaning against the wall without opening the window. He quietly listened to the sound of the rain outside. In his ears, the sound of each drop of rain was different, helping him to portray the real Tianbao Kingdom capital. pen and ink.

Ji Yuan lives in a separate small courtyard of the post station, because of his understanding of Ji Yuan's personal living habits, the rest area of ​​the Tingliang Kingdom Mission, no one will bother Ji Yuan. But in fact, Ji Yuan could always hear the movement of the post station, including all Huishi who went to Beijing with the mission were all taken away by the imperial army.

After listening to the sound of rain for a while, Ji Yuan also heard footsteps wandering outside.

"Hero Gan, Ji has already woken up, come in."

Gan Qingle outside was overjoyed when he heard the words, pushed open the door and came in to see Ji Yuan sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"Morning sir."

"Morning Gan, sit down wherever you want, just talk about anything."

These days, he and Ji Yuan are also getting acquainted, Gan Qingle doesn't feel restrained, just sits on the stool in the house, rubs a bandaged wound on his arm, and asks straight to the point.

"Sir, I know that fighting monsters last night does not mean that I can really fight against monsters. One is that the master casts spells to help, and the other is that my blood is somewhat 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 about it for a while, and did not answer his question directly, but began to extend it from another angle.

"Ordinary people's blood is full of yang energy, and these yang energies are generally hidden and very mild. The most yin and evil things like zombies and ghouls like to live in yin and evil places, but they also like to suck human blood to seek While absorbing vitality, one must pursue the harmony of yin and yang to a certain extent."

Ji Yuan said, looking at Gan Qingle's half-red beard and the wound on his body. After last night, the color of Gan Qingle's beard and hair has not completely returned to normal.

"If you are a hero Gan, the yang energy in your blood is exposed, and you are affected by the evil spirit of the warriors who have been in the rivers and lakes for many years and the strong wine you drink. The moment of fierce battle is like burning red flames. Don't say it's a monster, it's just an ordinary cultivator, and it won't feel good to be splashed with your blood."

"Then...can I step into the path of cultivation?"

Gan Qingle hesitated for a moment, but still asked, Ji Yuan smiled, knowing that this hero Gan didn't mean to be drunk in the first place.

"Actually, Daxia Gan can ask Master Huitong."

Hearing Ji Yuan's words, Gan Qingle was taken aback for a moment.

"Ah? Sir, what do you mean, let me become a monk? This, er, hehe, Gan has been doing this for a long time, and it can't be said that the six roots are clean, and let me not eat meat for a long time, isn't it killing me..."

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 is ordained and upholds the full precepts is essentially to cultivate his Buddha nature. I had a discussion with a Buddhist expert. , the essence of Buddhist law is also the law of practice, which can be practiced with the Buddha's intention or even righteous intention."

Gan Qingle frowned.

"Don't you need to abstain from alcohol and meat?"

"Look at the pious Buddhists, there are not many who have been abstaining from alcohol and meat. There is a saying: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Dharma remains in the heart."

When Ji Yuan said this with a smile, Monk Hui Tong had just arrived outside the courtyard, heard what Ji Yuan said verbatim, and then entered the courtyard and then the house after being slightly taken aback.

"Good morning, Mr. Ji, good morning, Mr. Gan."

"Master Huitong." "Good morning, Master."

Gan Qing was happy to see Monk Huitong coming, and he was a little embarrassed to be talking about the monk just now, and knowing that Master Huitong must have something to do when he came to see Mr. Ji, he took his leave first and left.

As soon as Gan Qingle left, Monk Huitong smiled helplessly.

"Sir, I know that you have great supernatural powers, and you even have insights into Buddhism and Taoism, but Daxia Gan is not as high as you. How can you say that directly?"

"Hey, Ji is helping you. Hero Gan has already said that not eating meat or drinking alcohol is the same as killing him, and I think he also has a good impression of Sergeant Lu. How about you, great monk?"

"Excellent Great Ming King Buddha!"

Monk Huitong could only say the Buddha's name, and did not respond positively to Ji Yuan's words. He has practiced Buddhism for nearly a hundred years, and a disciple confiscated him. This time he saw Gan Qingle, who seemed to be very close to Buddhism. The pole couldn't hit it, but Huitong felt that it had Buddha nature.

"Your kindness, sir, I understand. In fact, as what you said, the heart is quiet and not disturbed by evil desires. What is the use of some precepts to restrain people and not restrain the mind?"

Seeing the unbelievably handsome and dignified appearance of this monk Baoxiang, Ji Yuan took out the Qiandou pot directly.

"Master is right, come, have a drink?"

"Mr. Ji..."

Huitong was helpless, Ji Yuan couldn't help smiling when he saw this, but he knew that the monk was actually a wonderful person, and sometimes he was quite funny, so maybe his mental activities would be very exciting.

"Okay, okay, stop joking, 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 wanted to confer on me the Great Master of Protecting the Nation, and also wanted me to be the abbot in Fayuan Temple. Oh, and also rewarded me with a thousand taels of gold and a lot of silk and brocade."

Public poaching this is.

"Is the eldest princess really angry?"

"She wasn't too angry. She knew that this little monk would definitely not come to Tianbao Kingdom to become a so-called protector of the country because of these things."

Ji Yuan thought about it and said seriously.

"Actually, the Eldest Princess is quite intelligent..."

Ji Yuan's words stopped here suddenly, his brows furrowed and then he smiled again.

"Mr. Ji, what's the matter?"

"Hehe, it's interesting. The situation is unclear and Tu Yun's life or death is unknown. Ji did not expect that someone would dare to come to Beijing to investigate at this time."

Hearing what Ji Yuan said, Huitong understood what kind of "person" Mr. Ji referred to.

"Master, let's go take a look."

"Young monk should accompany you."

...

Because of the rain, the streets of Tianbao Kingdom's capital are not crowded with pedestrians, but the stalls that should be set up still have to be set up, and there are still a lot of people who should go to the street to buy things, and what happened in the palace last night was already spread in the market early in the morning Yes, although there is no impenetrable wall in everything, the speed is obviously too fast, but Ji Yuan and Huitong don't care about this kind of thing, obviously it has something to do with the harem or conspiracy.

There were few customers today, and a few vendors who set up stalls in the market had nothing to do and got together to gossip.

"Hey, have you heard what happened last night?"

"What's the matter?" "Master Huitong, do you know?"

"It seems to be a well-known eminent monk in Tingliang Kingdom. He didn't follow the order to enter Beijing a few days ago."

The vendor who picked up the topic at the beginning said excitedly.

"You only know one thing but don't know the other. Why did the emperor order Master Huitong to come? Because there were monsters in the palace, which disturbed the peace of the palace and the turmoil in the court, so he invited Master Huitong to collect the monsters! Xiangmei Does Concubine Ren Hui know? That is actually a vixen..."

"Oh!" "Is that so..." "Really?"

A young-looking man with long hair and no buns passed by the stall, stopped and listened for a while, and heard the enthusiastic discussions of these vendors, and then continued to move forward without stopping.

"Hey, it's a step late..."

This young man is holding an umbrella, wearing a white shirt, and has no extra accessories. His face is very handsome, but it is always shrouded in a layer of haze. But he looked very elegant, and no one pointed at him, and it seemed that not many people noticed him.

In the rain in the capital, the white-clothed guest walked towards the palace step by step, to be more precise towards the post station, and soon came to the street outside the post station.

People are not allowed to set up stalls here, and in addition to the rainy weather, there are almost no pedestrians. Even the sergeants who usually stand guard outside the post station area also take shelter from the rain in the nearby houses.

The man held an umbrella and looked at the station calmly. Not long after, a monk in white robes walked out in his sight and stood six or seven feet away from the man.

"Goodness, Great Ming King Buddha, sowing good causes will bring good results, and doing evil deeds will result in evil rewards, what does the donor think?"

The man holding the umbrella did not speak, but looked at Huitong indifferently. There was no strong Buddhist aura on this monk, but he could vaguely feel a strong Buddha nature. He could accept Tu Yun, which seemed to be hidden own Dharma.

"Monk, is there any help for Tu Yun?"

Monk Huitong was actually very nervous at the moment, because he couldn't feel the slightest power, divine light and demonic aura from the opposite person, and Bodhi Hui could only see a faint white light, just like the light refracted by white clothes.

‘Excellent King Buddha of Ming Dynasty, it’s a good thing Mr. Ji hasn’t left yet! '

Huitong, who was nervous in his heart, had a solemn and calm face of Buddhism, and replied in a flat tone.

"The benefactor Tu is a six-tailed fox demon. It's impossible for the poor monk to keep his hands. He has already entered the golden bowl seal. I'm afraid it will be difficult to get rid of it."

The man holding the umbrella nodded and slowly approached Huitong.

"I have some friendship with Buddhism. Give me the golden bowl, and I will spare you from dying."

Huitong's heart skipped a beat, he suppressed the uneasiness in his body, and stood still with his hands clasped together, looking at the man calmly.

At this time, a man in a green shirt with wide sleeves also came from the post station holding an umbrella, and appeared beside Huitong, and the man in white shirt on the opposite side stopped in his footsteps.