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In the blink of an eye, Chen Zhongqing had been incognito in Hangzhou for more than a month, during which he had never received a letter from Bianliang. Even if things had changed, it had been more than a month since he received the news. Although he wanted to go over to Liangzhejiang Road to appease Si Chen Zhongxu, the elder brother who had allowed himself to be an official in the local area but had not met him for several years. However, he still remembered the advice of the third uncle.

Before the dust settles, don't act rashly and reveal your identity.

So now he is a little-known scholar in the city of Hangzhou, honestly managing his own one-third of an acre of land, and perhaps he is the only literati who carries lime bags, fire folds, homemade hemp thunder firecrackers, and short knives in his wide robe. Always be ready to break the net.

In late April, he received an invitation letter from Lord Li Lanting, saying that they would hold a poetry party on the fifth day of the next lunar month, and sincerely invited Chen Zhongqing to participate. He remembered that Zhang Xun, who lived next door before, had also said such things, so he told Steward Liu that he would attend.

Hangzhou City lives idlely, except for playing chess and drinking tea with Mr. Zhang next door, and occasionally discussing music and poetry, he just goes out for a stroll every day. Hangzhou City is also a good place to go to Fengyue Field, and there is always a romantic affair between geisha and scholars. However, Chen Zhongqing, who is shy in his pocket, does not have this leisure and elegance now, so he can only occasionally visit the mountains and rivers, or wander around the city.

Afang Dance Hall turns over Luo sleeves, Jingu Famous Garden rises from the Jade Tower, Sui Causeway ancient willow cable dragon boat.

The peddlers and pawns in Hangzhou City all have the aura of smoke and water on the south side of the Yangtze River.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, every household has the custom of wrapping zongzi and hanging wormwood, and even Lao Jia has a handful of mugwort leaves hanging behind the door. Tonight will be held a garden poetry meeting, during the day Chen Zhongqing specially went to Lingyin Temple, asking for a stability.

The incense of Lingyin Temple is also gradually prosperous, the black tile and yellow wall, the deep hall of the big pavilion, here is not the ancient temple in the deep mountains, and the market is only separated by more than 100 steps. Chen Zhongqing paused in front of the vermilion wood lacquered Daxiong Treasure Hall, stepped out with one foot, and stepped into the ancient hall.

King Kong was angry, the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, and the solemn atmosphere of the palace made Chen Zhongqing's heart sink.

Gilded copper tiles, eaves fang color painting carved out of thousands of Buddha statues. Green smoke curls in the incense burner, and the chanting of Buddhist scriptures is endless. There are gods in the head, and every step on the bluestone bricks appears cautious and cautious. Good men and women are all pious and pray for blessings. After the afterglow of the Buddha worship in the Six Dynasties, it finally reached its peak in the Southern Jin Dynasty.

Patience is like the earth, and meditation is as deep as the earth.

The Buddha sits cross-legged with his hands folded.

A familiar voice sounded behind Chen Zhongqing.

"Song Wanwan, a believer, prays for the blessing of the Buddha and Bodhisattva......"

He turned his head and saw the blind female luthier kneeling on the futon, with a reverent expression. There were many people in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and he didn't hear the second half of the sentence clearly.

Chen Zhongqing didn't expect that he was in Lingyin Temple, and he always felt that this woman who was so graceful that she didn't have fireworks on her body was more like a born fairy, with a fairy aura on her face and smile. A wisp of green silk hangs in front of the forehead, reaching out behind the ear, and each movement has the unique charm of a small bridge and flowing water.

He wanted to step forward to say hello, but quickly stopped at the pace of adventure. The left eye caught a glimpse of the third temple pillar on the left, and the ill-intentioned eyes were looking at the blind female luthier who was kneeling and worshipping the Buddha. Chen Zhongqing realized that something was wrong, and quickly took a step back, walked in front of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, pretended to fold his hands, and half-squinted at the "mouse" hidden in the shadows.

Chen Zhongqing quickly filtered the faces he had seen in his mind, confirming that he had never met this person, and nine times out of ten he was going for Song Wanwan. At this time, he didn't dare to startle the snake, if he was a habitual thief, it would be easy to do, at most he would break the fortune and eliminate the disaster. If it is a wicked person with evil intentions, a blind weak woman is also the best target.

There are many people in the Daxiong Treasure Palace, he won't do it here, and he may leave with Song Wanwan. Chen Zhongqing quickly looked around to see if there were any other colleagues, and when his eyes glanced outside the hall, a strong man with a face no more benevolent than the blue-faced and fanged King Kong in the hall stood at the foot of the steps of Bai Hanyu, his body was as strong as a giant tower, and his short shirt and beard all over his face formed a sharp contrast with the thin image of the sharp-eared monkey gills behind the curtain.

He was so conspicuous that the incense burners who passed by him turned away from him.

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, and there is a slingshot behind the yellow finch.

Fortunately, the two of them had not yet noticed the existence of Chen Zhongqing, and he waited quietly for Song Wanwan to get up, and his mind was quickly thinking about what direction the situation would develop. If there is too much noise at this time, it may startle the snakes, and these two gangsters will choose to disappear, and it will be difficult to find them out in the future.

After making up his mind, Chen Zhongqing remained silent and waited for the situation to develop further.

The heart is as solid as a rock, and the wind sweeps the Buddha flag, blowing but not moving. In front of the crowded pilgrims, Chen Zhongqing was like a lonely boat, motionless.

Even the kind-eyed Buddhist temple Zen master noticed Chen Zhongqing and suspended his chanting. I have seen too many incense burners of all kinds, but it is the first time I have seen the offspring with bookish anger and murderous intent on his body.

With the compassion of the world, he moved his steps to Chen Zhongqing's side. The presiding officer in a Buddhist robe clasped his hands together and said softly, "This donor, the poor monk sees that there is black gas between your eyebrows, but have you ever had something unfair in your heart?" ”

Chen Zhongqing turned his head and saw the Zen master with solemn eyebrows in front of him, and replied respectfully, "Xiaosheng has never had a knot in his heart, but how can this master say this?" ”

Seeing that he refused to say it explicitly, the host was not reluctant, but just exhorted a few words, "God has the virtue of a good life, and I hope that the donor will recognize that the sea of bitterness is endless." ”

After speaking, he smiled, Zen sericulture, just like the stone tablet of "Diamond Sutra" engraved with Yan Zhenqing's authentic works.

Although the words are obscure, Chen Zhongqing generally understands what the other party wants to say. You can guess what you think with a look and an action, and this Zen master is also a certain level. But Chen Zhongqing had already shown ruthless methods during the Shangyuan Festival, and looking back at this kind of nonsense, he deceived the three-year-old child.

At this time, just as Song Wanwan got up to leave, the thin and obscene man who followed her also turned around and walked out of the hall, and before leaving, he gave a look to the iron tower outside the hall.

Chen Zhongqing was also about to follow, got up to say goodbye to the Zen master of the Buddhist temple, and said softly, "What the Zen master said is very true, but Xiao Sheng remembered another thing. Fuso has a hero, once burned the temple of the Buddha. The monks were all afraid, and they all called him the Sixth Heavenly Demon King. However, the battle is invincible in all directions, so who is the Buddha blessing? Is it a good man and a woman who is a mermaid, or a man who kills millions? ”

He froze. At this time, the wind just swept into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, blowing thousands of candles to the ground.

Chen Zhongqing turned around after speaking, leaving only an indescribable back for the other party.

The Zen master looked at the back of the descendant who had not been told his name, and there was a sudden chill in his heart, and all kinds of flavors were mixed.

Brahma cloud Mora, this cloud disturbs obstacles and destroys; Disrupt the body and mind, hinder the good dharma, and destroy the victory.

What is the use of a Buddha who does not save sentient beings with kindness?

Chen Zhongqing's hand curled up in the wide embroidered robe, and he tightly grasped the short knife unsheathed in his hand.

Since experiencing a coup d'état, Chen Zhongqing has understood a truth, killing people is not the best way to solve the problem, but it is definitely the most direct and effective means.

He proclaimed himself the Sixth Heavenly Demon King.