"Then thank you for the kindness of His Majesty the Emperor, Zhijing is naturally duty-bound. This kind of temptation is naturally the most fatal for a Buddhist monk who pays attention to declarations, and in a certain Buddhist text, it will be recorded that Master Zhijing substituted Buddhism into the Great Han of Middle Earth! What a supreme glory.

"There are rumors that you have lost your mind, and there are rumors that you have learned the forbidden techniques of Buddhism, but which one is true? ”

Zhijing looked at the old eunuch, suddenly smiled, and said, "It doesn't matter which one it is, besides, it's obvious that the first one is wrong, isn't it." ”

The old eunuch said: "The master is right, after many years of practice, I have been stupid. ”

The old monk's voice gradually became cold: "So we have a common goal, and then we all take what we need to achieve a win-win situation, why not." ”

After a slight pause, Zhijing looked up at the messy sky behind the chaotic branches above the courtyard wall, a compassionate smile appeared on his face, and continued, "The most important thing is that I can find him. ”

He retracted his gaze, looked at the old eunuch and said, "What I need your cooperation is not to disturb me again." ”

Zhijing's voice was as calm as the surface of a frozen lake in winter, smooth without waves and traces, and he was not worried about the old eunuch on the other side and the entire empire because of his words.

The old eunuch looked at him with a slight cold look in his eyes and asked, "I hope that if you can see Your Majesty one day, don't talk to him in such a disrespectful tone." ”

Zhijing said expressionlessly: "He is your majesty, not my majesty." It's just a partnership. ”

"You ......"

Zhijing looked at the old eunuch who was slowly approaching him and smiled slightly, and said, "You want to threaten me?"

The old eunuch felt that he was being despised so much, but his face was not stunned, and he said with a smile: "If you have learned the forbidden secret method of Buddhism, then I am naturally not your opponent, and that is a matter of course, so I never expected to keep you alone." ”

Zhijing's deep-sunken eye sockets became darker and darker, gradually turning into a pair of pure black gems, he looked at the slightest changes in the essence of heaven and earth in the streets and alleys, sensed the increasingly dense breathing sound around him, and said indifferently: "You should know that for people like you and me, the number of enemies is actually not very meaningful, unless the number is huge enough to make the earthly ground sink. ”

As soon as the words fell, the dead leaves above the streets and alleys fluttered again, and dozens of crossbowmen appeared in the streets and alleys, the sharp crossbow arrows in their hands reflected the devouring chill, and the tight crossbow machine clearly transmitted the implied powerful strength, and the cultivators of the Imperial Cultivation Group gradually surrounded them.

The sound of hooves sounded like thunder, and the cavalry of the Royal Forest Army began to assemble in this direction at high speed, and the huge weight made the ground of the long street tremble violently, as if it might sink at any time.

The old eunuch looked at Zhijing with an expressionless face and said, "Are these enough?" ”

Zhijing said sarcastically: "Guess what." ”

The old eunuch was silent.

Stepping into the streets and alleys with the momentum of a dragon and tiger, he, the first master of the Han Dynasty and the abbot of Putuo Temple, exchanged words and questions, and the past was against India, the content was amazing but the tone was peaceful, as if it was like a tea fight, and those killing disputes were all hidden between the wrists and spoons. After this conversation, it seems that there is no victory or defeat, but it can also be said that the host of Putuo Temple has won a complete victory, so there is no need to talk about it again.

A powerful sound of machine springs sounded, sharp crossbow arrows shot out like a dense rainstorm, and the sound of arrows tearing through the air was sharp and ear-painful, caged towards the old monk's body from all directions, leaving no gaps.

Almost at the same time, with a clear dragon groan, the long sword behind the old eunuch buzzed and vibrated its scabbard, flying out like lightning, turning into a dragon in the air, crossing half the street in an instant, and the dragon hissed and crashed into Zhijing's old cheek.

This is not the result that both parties want, but as the master, the big man needs to let the strongest person of Buddhism know that his own means and show his skills are the most important things they need to do now.

So they were well prepared, and in addition to these powerful attacks in the streets and alleys, there were many follow-up arrangements.

And the other party's response is very simple.

In the face of the rain of crossbows in the sky and the flying sword that turned into a long dragon, a straight dark golden light emanated from the old monk's deep eyes, and then the second, the third, thousands of paths, countless paths.

The thick winter clouds over the city of Zhongjing cover the sun behind, but between the streets and alleys, but suddenly a round of sun, the blazing golden light burst out in the eyes of the old monk, and instantly illuminated the surrounding dark heaven and earth incomparably golden.

Dozens of elite crossbowmen, known for their spiritual fortitude, threw away the crossbows in their hands, covered their eyes, and fell to the ground screaming miserably, the miserable flying crossbow arrows screamed even more miserably, and they had already lost their direction in the blazing light, and they could vaguely see the slightly trembling crossbow tails everywhere on the walls of the trees.

The cavalry assembled in the street was in chaos, and the well-trained horses, as if sensing the supreme divine might hidden in the golden curtain of light in the alley, neighed and bowed their front hooves obediently, and knelt to the ground in horror, and I don't know how many knights were knocked down.

The cultivators of the Imperial Cultivation Troupe hidden in the Fang City in the distance were even more pale, and the plackets of several of them were covered with blood.

Farther away, on the streets of Midtown, there was no reason to blow a fresh breeze, and the gravel that had been cleaned up on the streets was swept everywhere by this gust of wind, and passers-by, blinded by the wind and sand, were swept in the face by the rubble, and subconsciously bowed their heads to avoid it, or rubbed their eyes with their hands.

The old eunuch was silent at the front end of the street, looking at the shining old monk, his expression became more and more solemn.

The long dragon wandering in the alley let out an unwilling whisper, slowly collected his breath, and returned his sword to its sheath.

The old eunuch stretched out his hand to stop everyone's next move, he turned around and took two steps, then stopped again, and said, "I hope you can remember what you have said." Then the figure disappeared into the alley.

Moments after he vanished, the cultivators, crossbowmen, and cavalry vanished without a trace in a moment, as if they had never appeared.

Zhijing stood there with a smile and kindness, as if he was not affected much by this sudden incident, he took two steps to the side, glanced at the paper shop that was still closed, and then disappeared into the alley.

As he walked through the palace, the old eunuch suddenly felt that he had made a decision with His Majesty that might have been wrong, or more like a battle to lure a wolf into the house, but at this point, it was clear that he had no more and better way.

The occasional faint lantern glow seemed to be an anomaly, swaying restlessly in the wind.

The paper shop with the door closed, because there was nothing going on, so the gray-haired old man was drinking tea with a crude porcelain cup before seeing Lin Ji go downstairs, and when he saw the figure coming down from upstairs, a warm smile suddenly appeared on his wrinkled cheeks, and he turned around and took out a plate of dried fruits from a closet next to the door counter and put it on the counter.

After so many days of getting along, the old man really has a relationship with Lin Ji like a grandfather treats his grandson, although Lin Ji is the son of Canghai City, but he doesn't have the slightest shelf, and the old man seems to be used to this way of getting along.

Lin Ji saw the dried fruit on the counter, walked over very casually, picked up a few pieces and put them in his mouth.

He took another sip of coarse tea, and prepared to open the big wooden door of the paper shop for the old man as usual.

But as soon as he put his hands on the wooden door, his face changed instantly.

The old man noticed the change in him, but he didn't know what was going on, so he didn't bother Lin Ji.

Because he knows Lin Ji and likes to have someone bother him when he is thinking about something.

Lin Ji's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, followed by the sound of horses' hooves, but it was not towards the paper shop.

Immediately afterwards, the entire alley was illuminated by a ray of light.

This light came suddenly, and naturally disappeared quickly.

Lin Ji's lips that had just finished drinking the tea were dry for some reason, and the green tendons on his body burst out, as if he had experienced a huge battle, and even the shabby robe on his body was wet at this moment.

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