"Master, someone is coming from the border city!" said to the old monk on the futon in a low voice.

Call!

The old monk breathed a long sigh of relief, moved his hands in front of his lower abdomen, slowly retracted his breath, raised his hands first, and then lowered them again, and then opened his eyes.

Looking at the palm seat at the door of the meditation room, he asked in a slow voice, "What's wrong?"

The boss hurriedly took two steps forward and whispered: "There was an Arhat who died in the border city, it is said that he broke through before he died, and he had the cultivation of King Kong, but in the end, he was shattered and died. ”

Hearing this, the old monk's eyes shrank, and a murderous aura surrounded his body, "Who? Who is so bold that he dares to kill the monks of my Taoist Buddhist Temple?"

The head of the front said cautiously: "I heard that it may be a young man, and his cultivation is unfathomable, and the parchment scroll of the City Lord's Mansion was snatched away by that young man." ”

As she spoke, she glanced at the old monk cautiously.

"Waste. The old monk scolded, and then asked, "Where is that young man?"

"It's gone, it seems to have come to Wangcheng, and the protector of our Taoist Temple is dying on the way to Wangcheng. The boss said.

The old monk got up from the futon, and the palm next to him hurriedly picked up the two crutches on the ground and handed them over.

The old monk grabbed a cane between one arm, pressed his arms on the crutches, got up from the futon, took two steps forward with the cane, and said, "Go and inform the Foreign Affairs Pavilion, mobilize all forces, look for the young man who stole the parchment, and when you find it, immediately return to the Taoist Buddhist Temple to report it." ”

The palm on the side was cold, and from the old monk's words, he heard a layer of meaning, a dead Arhat was actually not as important as a parchment scroll.

"Yes. He bowed his head in response, then turned around and exited the meditation room, and went to inform the Foreign Affairs Pavilion.

When he came outside, he said to the monk who came to report the news: "I asked people to arrange for you to rest, and we will do the rest, you can rest in peace." ”

"Yes. The monk who reported the news folded his hands, and because he was so tired, his body shook for a moment, and he almost fell to the ground.

When the palm on the opposite side saw it, he didn't help him, but just folded his hands and recited a Buddha name, and then turned to leave.

The Foreign Affairs Pavilion is the entrance of the Taoist Buddhist Temple's external force, the hall master is the dragon protector, and the deputy hall master is the Fuhu King Kong.

The Foreign Affairs Pavilion is located in the northeast of the Taoist Buddhist Temple, a special area with several large halls dedicated to Shura and the eight-armed rakshasas.

Normally, the Foreign Affairs Pavilion is gloomy, and there are warrior monks guarding the area, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter, even some Arhats and King Kong are not allowed to enter and exit the Foreign Affairs Pavilion at will.

After passing through the cloister and walking through a bluestone road and gravel road, the head of the throne came to the outside of the vermilion lacquer red gate of the Foreign Affairs Pavilion.

The two warrior monks in front of the door, after seeing the throne, raised their hands one after another to salute, "I have seen the senior brother in charge." ”

The reason why they are called senior brothers is because although they are not a master, but the master is a generation, although the latter people join in different places and have different statuses, they are still a senior brother.

"The two junior brothers, on the orders of the master, came to meet the Dragon Protector. The palm of the seat also returned the salute with one hand.

"Senior Brother in Charge, it's really unfortunate, the old man is not here, and he went out to enlighten, so please come back. One of the monks, who was guarding the gate, said, pointing out with one hand.

That means again, please forgive me for not accepting it.

The monk in charge came with an order, but naturally he would not leave, and asked: "Is the old man Fuhu King Kong here? ”

"My master is inside, please come with me!" said a monk on the other side of the door, then pushed the door open and invited the monk to come in.

It turned out that there were two gates, the same as one gate from the outside, and there were two different passages inside, with a wall in between.

There was also a monk behind the gate, and when he saw the senior brother of the throne come in, he folded his hands, bowed, and then walked inside with the monk of the throne.

There is not much to see in the aisle, passing a lotus pond, passing through several rockeries, and a gravel road in the middle that leads directly to the bamboo forest in front.

The outside of the bamboo forest is a green bamboo, and the inside has become a red red bamboo, which is green like jade, and red like fire.

When the wind blows, the bamboo leaves make a brushing sound, and the red bamboo forest is indeed empty and tapping, as if a wooden stick is hitting a hollow bamboo pole.

"Senior brother in charge, please inside, the master is cultivating, please go to the side room to rest for a while, and I will go back to the master. The monk who led the way said.

In front of me are three bamboo houses, in the middle is a large bamboo house, there are steps on the ground, also made of bamboo, and on both sides are connected small bamboo houses, and in front of the door are steps made of bamboo.

There are three doors behind the stairs, and the eaves in front of it are an extra section, extending out like a corridor, allowing people to move around.

The monk in charge did not go to the side room, but stood there in the corridor under the eaves, holding on to the handrails connected by several pillars with both hands, and without saying a word.

The monk who led the way walked a few quick steps, walked in from the main house, and the figure disappeared into the doorway.

After a short time, the person walked out of it, came to the monk in charge, and put his hands together, "Master, please come in and talk back." ”

The monk nodded and walked in after him.

As soon as you enter the bamboo house, you immediately feel a coolness, and with fresh air, look carefully, you can also defend the bamboo house is not tight, there is a gap between the bamboo and the bamboo, you can see the outside, although it is not big, there is no problem with the air flowing back and forth.

There is only a low coffee table made of bamboo in the bamboo house, on which are placed teapots and several teacups.

Behind the coffee table is a gray cloth-colored futon, on which sits an old monk, meditating with his hands folded and his eyes closed.

Other than that, there is nothing else in the bamboo house.

"The disciple has seen Uncle Fuhu. The monk clasped his hands together and bowed to the old monk on the futon.

The old monk didn't open his eyes, he still closed his eyes and asked, "Why did you come to my Foreign Affairs Pavilion?"

"Returning to my uncle, my disciple was ordered by my master to come to the Foreign Affairs Pavilion to ask for a meeting with my uncle and convey a story about the killing of an Arhat in my Taoist Buddhist Temple. The monk said respectfully.

The old monk on the futon suddenly opened his eyes, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, his voice was gloomy, and he asked: "Who is so bold that he dares to commit murder to the monks of my Taoist Buddhist Temple, and he is recognized as caught?"

The monk clasped his hands together and said, "I haven't been caught, so I came to ask to see my uncle, and ask my uncle's foreign affairs cabinet to take action to find the murderer who assassinated the monk of my Taoist Buddhist temple." ”

"What does that man look like, and who is it?" asked the old monk.

(End of chapter)