The narrow alley suddenly became quiet.
The two senior brothers stood with their hands down, staring silently at the monk Zhikong in front of them. After a long time, the corners of their mouths raised: "That's good."
"Junior brother, please send this Dragon and Tiger Sutra back to the religion as soon as possible. The elders are still waiting."
Zhiqing stretched out his hand and patted Zhikong's shoulder, and said, "Then I and I will stop disturbing our junior brother. You go ahead and take your leave."
After saying that, with smiles hidden in their eyes, the two of them turned around and walked out of the alley without any hesitation. However, their steps were obviously a little hasty compared to the way they came.
Monk Zhikong kept clasping his palms together, slowly opened his eyes, and did not look back, still staring at the tips of his shoes: "Brother, the elders in the sect have taught us what compassion is."
He just has little experience and is not a real fool.
I also know that my reaction just now is hard for others to believe.
It is true that Shen Xianyou read the Dragon and Tiger Sutra, but people are naturally curious, and those who don’t know are not guilty. What’s more, the other party actually saved two innocent lives under the hands of Senior Brother Lingguang, preventing the sutra from being spread and causing a scandal. A catastrophe in the world.
The merits outweigh the faults.
The two slowly stopped, looked at each other, and their voices gradually became colder: "Have your elders ever taught monks not to lie?"
As they spoke, they glanced at the nearby house. The half-open wooden door opened without wind, revealing the old woman who was eavesdropping curiously behind.
Suddenly being discovered, the old woman's saggy face trembled a few times, she turned around and wanted to run away into the house, but her rickety body suddenly flew back.
She struggled wildly like a little chicken, and her head was already tightly held by big rough hands.
In just a breath, the old woman stopped struggling, her eyes were dazed, and even though she had been released, she didn't know how to escape, and she stood there sluggishly.
Zhiqing took back the golden book from her and threw it away.
Susu——
The edge of the booklet was like a knife, and it suddenly passed over Monk Zhikong's face, leaving a faint bloodstain on the skin of the accomplished practitioner.
The strength between the two people is clearly superior.
"She has meditated on the Precious Sutra in this mortal body. She is sinking into a sea of ​​misery in this life, but you are extremely hesitant and refuse to save her."
Zhiqing looked back at the end of the alley and said with a gentle smile: "Now that I have saved her for you, I have just taught you what compassion is."
"Junior brother, look at what you have learned through your experience in the world. If your elders find out, I don't know how heartbroken you will be. You may fall into the sea of ​​misery, your moral character will be defective, and you will never achieve fruition for the rest of your life."
Monk Zhiming clasped his hands together and softly consoled him: "I see that you have already carried a lot of human imperial energy. It is better to return to the religion as soon as possible. Ask the elders for help to make up for the last calamity. You and I will practice hard together and become the Golden Lotus as soon as possible. The realm of the traveler.”
After that, the two took steps again and soon walked out of this civilian alley.
What they want is the content of the Dragon and Tiger Sutra, not the sutra itself. Compared with taking it from Zhikong, which will cause a lot of trouble, it is better to go to "others" to get it, and no one can find fault.
"call."
Monk Zhikong stood there, looking in a trance.
If a monk does not tell lies, his moral character will be defective, and he will never achieve fruition in his life...many words echo in his ears.
After a long time, he bent down to pick up the golden book, turned around and walked up to the dull old woman, murmuring: "If it's missing, take it."
He sat cross-legged, raised his palms, and the royal energy of the world, which he earned through begging for food and suffering for others, spit out from his lips and tongue, and slowly penetrated into the skull of the stupid old woman.
In an instant, the expressions of the two of them seemed to have changed.
If you want to utilize the imperial energy, you must digest the power of wish within it.
Monk Zhikong's expression gradually became stunned, while the old lady's eyes became clearer and clearer.
However, this time the process of digesting the willpower was actually easier than before.
Soon, Monk Zhikong regained some of his consciousness, and an unpleasant curse sounded in his ears.
"Thief monk! Killing someone!"
The old lady was obviously still immersed in the panic just now. She kicked Zhikong on the chest, jumped back into the house as if to escape, and slammed the door.
"Slow down."
Monk Zhikong looked pale, smiled helplessly, dusted his heart, stood up and left the alley.
The imperial energy that originally came from begging for food should be used on the body where it came from.
…
Jianyangfu Inn.
Although the Demon Slayer Division cannot reveal his identity openly and openly, he can still be regarded as a member of the imperial court, and there is still no shortage of accommodation to be arranged.
It's just that since Shen Yi joined in, she followed Meng Xiuwen everywhere and never had time to meet the prefect, so she was a little late and could only stay in the inn temporarily.
He took a nap in his room and did not go to chat with Hong Ze's old friend.
It's one thing to say hello to everyone in front of the Earth Temple and the Demon Slayer Division, but it's another thing to be too involved in other places.
There were so many people and so many eyes, Shen Yi didn't forget that she still had troubles that she had not yet solved.
Bang bang.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.
Shen Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't want anything to happen now.
I opened the door and saw that the person coming was Ye Jing.
"Master Shen, a child just brought this letter to the inn, saying it was from a monk. The monk had to inform others, so he didn't come over by himself."
"Um?"
Shen Yi took the letter and flipped it through.
As expected, the only monk he knew in Jianyang Mansion was Master Zhikong.
The content on the letterhead is very simple.
There are disciples of the Bodhi Sect who are looking for you. They are not evil. Please leave Jianyang Mansion as soon as possible and go to a place as close to the imperial capital as possible.
"What's the matter?"
Seeing Shen Yi's expression change slightly, Ye Jing looked over curiously.
Lord Shen never showed any emotional fluctuations even when he faced the Immortal Official before.
"..."
Shen Yi slowly folded the letter paper, raised her eyes and looked outside.
After coming out for a while, his understanding of Bodhisattva was no longer what it was before.
This is a behemoth that far exceeds my imagination.
After taking their belongings and killing their disciples, it is not possible to escape so easily. It is normal for someone to be traced and come to your door.
I just didn't expect that Master Zhikong would actually tip him off.
Under normal circumstances, Shen Yi would definitely have withdrawn without hesitation, at least until Ye Lan, a strong man who could truly control the situation, came back.
But now——
In this huge Jianyang Mansion, there are still a large group of old friends living there.
"Send a message to Meng Tou and go find him."
Shen Yi is not an arrogant person. He has personally experienced how powerful the disciples of the Bodhi Sect are. Let alone being enemies across realms, with his current background, he can't say whether he will win or lose even if he is in the same realm.
Meng Xiuwen was able to kill the owner of the bear demon. Needless to say, he was powerful. He was probably the only person he could rely on now.
Although this is a personal enmity between myself and the Bodhi Sect.
But after all, he was a colleague and a high-ranking dynasty, so he couldn't just watch his own demon-slayer officer being beaten to death with sticks in front of his eyes.
"good!"
Ye Jing immediately understood the seriousness of the matter. Without any further nonsense, she pinched her fingers and the aura escaped out of the door.
She pushed the door open and glanced around. After finding nothing strange, she led the way downstairs.
The inn was overcrowded and the street was still noisy.
"Master Shen, I feel something is wrong."
Ye Jing walked through the crowd, her steps slowing down. She knelt down and picked up a fruit still stained with water drops from the street vendor's stall.
"Would you like to try it?" The smile on the vendor's face slightly dispelled the doubts in the demon-slayer's mind.
She smiled back and put the fruit back.
"Maybe I'm worrying too much." Ye Jing let out a breath. Maybe it was because she had experienced too many things recently, which made her a little suspicious: "Let's go find Meng Tou first."
She continued to move forward, but found that Mr. Shen was still standing there, and she couldn't help but look back in confusion.
Shen Yi quietly stared ahead.
The two women walked together, one wearing a black blouse and the other wearing a white skirt, both with rare celestial figures in the world. They looked at the land of China with fresh eyes and discussed the difference between Jianyang Prefecture and Qingzhou.
Then, they just walked past each other.
"Tsk."
Shen Yi closed his eyes and used the same method again, but what really made him helpless was that at that time, he was in the Taoist realm, so he could not see through it. Now he has reached the perfect realm of true immortals, and even got General Yanlan. The conditioning and cultivation are perfect, but it is still not clear.
The disciples of the three religions are indeed somewhat beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
The moment Shen Yi closed his eyes, the long street around him instantly became empty, and a ray of spiritual light turned into a dead leaf and landed lightly at the feet of the two of them.
Ye Jing suddenly lowered her eyes and stared at the leaf.
That was the message she had sent to Meng Tou before, but it was actually intercepted without any sound.
Almost instantly, her palm was placed on the hilt of the sword at her waist, and the white light that pierced the sky began to accumulate, trying to break through this illusion barrier with her true immortal cultivation.
However, the white light that overflowed from the scabbard actually retreated back like a tide the moment it burst out.
A tiny trace of golden light fell in the gap, making it impossible for her to even pull out the sword.
"Master Shen, let's go!"
Ye Jing's face turned pale in a rare way, and the golden light broke through all laws. This was the Bodhi Sect!
As a member of the Demon Slaying Division, I am always prepared to be revenged by the three religions.
Moreover, this revenge-seeking person dared to risk serious disobedience and take action in the palace of the Divine Dynasty. It was definitely not because of some trivial matter.
But she really didn't remember that Jianyang Mansion had ever offended the Bodhi Sect, so she had no chance to respond.
The next moment, the familiar long street slowly faded away.
It turned into a magnificent hall, with empty altars on both sides, and only in the front stood a golden statue of an indescribably noble statue.
That strong and tall body is perfect without a single flaw.
Behind him followed an equally huge dragon and tiger.
The dragon is in the posture of soaring, and the tiger is in the posture of descending the mountain. There are thick chains wrapped around the body, and the other end of the chain is tied to the body of the statue.
Under the altar, there are four futons.
Two of them already had figures on them, their limbs had been forcibly broken into a respectful form of atonement, and they were fixed with sharp tools.
"You have committed sins that need to be cleansed by piety."
The indifferent voice echoed, and in an instant it turned into thunderous shouts!
"Kneel down!"
The sound of loud shouting was heard one after another, like thunder piercing the ears, and continued in the main hall.
The figures on the two futons twitched violently, changed beyond recognition, and cried in extreme embarrassment: "We haven't seen anything, we haven't seen anything, Master, you are wronged!"
Before he finished speaking, the man's head exploded instantly!
A blood-stained long steel stick was punched on the ground.
The female cultivator of the Ziyun Sect suddenly lost her voice, her facial features were distorted and she stared at the pair of broken straw sandals in front of her eyes, and she did not even dare to look at the owner of the pair of straw sandals.
"Have you really never seen it?"
The ascetic monk slowly leaned over, and the woman finally screamed: "I don't even know what you are talking about!"
"I see."
Monk Zhiqing nodded, murmured, and then cast his eyes on the young man in black clothes in the distance: "Does that mean that this sin is actually on the benefactor?"
As he spoke, his face remained calm, and only now did he reveal a smile: "Then why doesn't the donor kneel down, piously admit his mistake, and exchange for the forgiveness of the Dragon, Tiger and Arhat?"
In an instant, the long stick in his hand rose again and struck the woman's head without hesitation.
when--
What sounded was not the sound of a head exploding, but a crisp metallic hum.
The second long stick blocked the middle.
The monk, who was glowing with golden light, suddenly broke into the illusion. He blocked the stick without saying a word and looked at Zhiqing with an indifferent expression: "Monk Thief, you killed someone."
Hearing this title, Zhiqing's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of sullenness in his eyes.
But he didn't say anything, he just used all his strength to press the stick downwards.
"..."
Monk Zhikong's two thin arms trembled violently. Even if the golden light on his body was brighter, it could not stop the stick from falling slowly.
The five-kalpa practitioner and the six-kalpa practitioner fought against each other. The difference was only one calamity, but it represented 129,600 years of cultivation.
His arm bones gradually creaked, the skin tightened, and then broke. The golden blood stained the entire long stick, but he still refused to let go.
Monk Zhikong's face showed intense pain.
I was late last time, and I'm late again this time.
I'm always late.
And even after arriving, it seems like nothing can be changed.
At this moment, Zhikong suddenly saw another strange smile on Zhiqing's face. As if he had expected something, he suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance.
Even with his eyesight, he could only vaguely see the shadow of a stick, drawing straight towards Ye Jing's back.
"I have prepared four futons, but none of them can be left empty." Zhiqing whispered softly.
"You...are worthy of talking about compassion!" A rare trace of ferocity appeared on Monk Zhikong's face. After breaking the precept of lying, he actually broke the precept of anger, one of the three poisons.
Among the people present, no one except him could take the second stick.
If you save the person in front of you, you cannot save the person far away.
With Ye Jing's cultivation level, she couldn't even detect the existence of the stick, let alone avoid it.
Bang!
There was another muffled sound, but the expression on Zhikong's face froze for a moment.
The chopped stick fell quietly into the palm of a white hand.
Shen Yi was tall and tall, standing upright. With his eyes closed, he finally caught the trace of the iron rod at such a close distance.
But catching the trace is not important, what is important is how to catch it.
"you……"
Zhiming, who came from a sneak attack, wanted to draw the stick, but found that it was a bit difficult. The skin of the opponent's palm holding the stick also glowed with golden light.
Among the people present, there was actually a fourth practitioner.
This incident in itself was shocking enough, but what Zhiming really found puzzling was how weak the golden light was. How could the other party's Lotus Platform of Three Tribulations be able to compete with his Lotus Platform of Six Tribulations with bare hands.
"Why?" He tightened his grip on the long stick and tried to pull it out again.
"Because." Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes. The long stick was struggling like a snake in his palm, but he could not break free from the shackles of his fingers no matter what.
The ink shirt surged, and he suddenly used his strength to lift Monk Zhiming up and smashed him to the ground.
boom!
The entire hall was like an earth dragon turning over, and all the square bricks were blown to pieces!
Zhiming's heart felt heavy, and he looked up in surprise, only to see the young man holding the stick tightly, looking down at him with calm eyes, and his voice without any ripples.
"I am an official and you are a thief."
After just one sentence, Zhi Ming was stunned for a moment, and finally looked through Shen Yi's figure and towards the sky behind him.
Between the sky and the sky, the pervasive royal aura billowed.
All monks, whether immortals or practitioners, will be greatly suppressed within the scope of the divine dynasty.
But it was obvious that this person was not affected in any way!
Chapter completed!