On the bank of the Tianxiu River, the small courtyard is near the water, and the night wind is very cold.

"It may be pure coincidence, the wolf king is used to being cautious, good at hiding, and it is only natural to change the place of landing from time to time. Wang Zai frowned slightly, speculating.

Jiang Zhiwei looked at the quietly flowing river in front of her, and said thoughtfully: "Maybe someone has been staring at us, and after discovering the clue, he notified the wolf king in advance." ”

Meng Qi heard the string song, knew the elegant meaning, and did not say much, Wang Zai was rich in associations: "The crown prince and the three princes are all in Yingcheng, and the undercurrent is turbulent, so I can't say that there are really people staring at us." ”

He linked the matter to the assassination of Zhao Yi, the king of Jin.

He paused and said, "This blood cloth should be used by the Wolf King to wrap his wounds, so it's better to let me take it away and see if I can trace it back to him through the Bai family's strange arts." ”

The Bai family is from the Southern Barbarians, and it is rumored that there is a hidden Gu poison magic, and there is no shortage of methods for blood identification and tracking, so the king has this to say, if it is not so, I am afraid that I can only ask the master of the exterior or the two true transmissions of Buddhism and Taoism, and use the magic powers such as Tianyantong to lock the trace with blood.

"Okay. Meng Qi nodded, "But the wolf king's departure is not in a hurry, since he left a blood-stained cloth, I'm afraid there is a way to avoid it." ”

After discussing for a while, the three of them had no clue, so they separated for the time being, and when they returned to their residences, Jiang Zhiwei would continue to ask the head of Yingcheng of the Sword Washing Pavilion to send people to contact the head snake and find the trace of the wolf king.

............

The next day, the sky was clear and the sun was blazing but not fierce, bringing winter warmth.

In view of the fact that it has been two days since the secret report was submitted, Senior Brother Qi has been reporting to the Huanhua Sword Sect for a longer time, and Gu Xiaosang and Luo Jiao Sanren are secretly waiting, Meng Qi has the mentality of going out to hang out as a bait, and invites Jiang Zhiwei to visit Yanyu Mountain together.

The mountains are empty, the scenery is everywhere, the Yanyu Mountain is not more strange and rocky than other places, steep and steep, delicate and lush, showing the gentleness of Jiangdong. It's another beauty.

"The scenery of Koto is very different from that of Kitachi. The bright sun shines down, breaking through the often misty mist, making the whole mountain of smoke and rain seem to be shrouded in gold, making the mountain streams and old trees dyed quite sacred, and making Jiang Zhiwei seem to be bathed in fairy golden light.

Xijian Pavilion is located at the junction of Huazhou and Ganzhou, which is also considered to be the north.

There are many towers in the mountains, the sound of silk and bamboo singing and dancing faintly floats, the family sects and the super-rich official mansions of Yingcheng all build pavilions and monasteries in the Yanyu Mountain, and the day after tomorrow and the congenital complement each other.

Meng Qi looked at the beautiful mountains and beautiful waters, and looked at the pavilions and pavilions from afar. He said with a smile: "I heard that the Lying Heart View is located in the North Peak, the iron flower tea is fragrant, and the self-grinding bean flower is indescribably delicious, why don't we go and nag it?"

Jiang Zhi sneered slightly: "I thought you would choose to go to Fuxianzhai." ”

"Why?" Meng Qi's eyes widened, looking like I hadn't thought about Fuxianzhai.

"Are you a little monk, it is not the right thing to say to the mountain. Jiang Zhi joked slightly, and then said with a smile, "Fuxian Zhai's Luohan Vegetarian Banquet is known as a must in Yingcheng, and you are used to loving it." Shouldn't it be the first thing that comes to mind?"

She pondered for a while, and said, "I know you don't like to be a monk, but since you have returned to the world, what can you do if you go to the temple? On the contrary, it seems that it can't be put down, and over time, it will become a knot in the heart and attract external demons. ”

For the tempering of the mind. The Washing Sword Pavilion has always valued it, so Jiang Zhiwei reminded Meng Qi.

Meng Qi smiled bitterly: "I've been to the nunnery, and I'm afraid that the monk's temple won't be completed? I had something to do with King Jin before, and if I rushed over, I wouldn't be able to get involved in the royal dispute and cause trouble. ”

He only told Jiang Zhiwei about Zhao Yi before, and mentioned that the prince also came to Yingcheng, but did not say where he lived in detail.

Jiang Zhiwei was relieved, her head was slightly raised, her face was thin red, her eyes looked at the sky, and she said "calmly": "I think too much, I misunderstood you." ”

She is unpretentious.

Meng Qi smiled, wisely changed the topic, and the two of them smiled and walked towards Beishan.

After climbing the stone steps for a while, a pavilion appeared halfway up the mountain, and a group of people stood inside.

The leader bears his hand and looks at the distant mountains and valleys that are entangled with clouds, dressed in bright yellow robes, wearing a high crown, and standing tall.

Behind him stood a feminine middle-aged man in a black robe and a black hat, and just looking at him made him feel cold.

Next to the middle-aged man is a monk in a red robe, with a fat head and big ears, and a smile on his face, which makes people feel close at first sight.

In the surroundings, there are five yellow-robed monks, about forty, with thin faces, although the appearance is different, but it gives people the feeling that everything is one.

Outside the pavilion were scattered guards with dark red suits, all of whom had a strong temperament and extraordinary skills.

Meng Qi's eyes lit up, and he smiled bitterly: "I can't avoid what I should come, I won't go to the mountain, and the mountain will be mine." ”

From this momentum alone, Meng Qi could judge that the leader was the prince of Taijin, Zhao Qian, the king of Liang.

"It's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, since you come to the door, let's see you. Jiang Zhi said slightly.

"Of course, they are all stuck in the middle of the road, and they must hear what their purpose is, so that they will not be stuck in a dangerous place in the future. Meng Qi regained his calmness, straddling the long knife at his waist, and climbed the stairs with his hands in his hands, with a leisurely posture.

Jiang Zhiwei held a long sword in her hand, and her dress fluttered with the mountain wind, like a fairy.

"The prince invited the two of them into the pavilion to see each other. Not long after Meng Qi and Jiang Zhi walked forward, a guard greeted them.

"Please lead the way. Meng Qi said politely.

The guards led the two of them through the tight guards and entered the Mid-Mountain Pavilion.

Prince Zhao Qian turned around slowly, his facial features were quite similar to Zhao Yi and Zhao Heng, but his eyebrows were not as thick as theirs, but they looked light, and the front of his nose was slightly hooked, like a knife and a sword, giving people a sense of decisiveness.

"There is a fate to meet thousands of miles away, and it coincides with the mountain road when I hear about it, and I am very happy. Zhao Qian's voice is mellow, if he preaches the scriptures, I am afraid that it will have a different charm.

Meng Qi smiled and saluted: "The mountain and the wild man have seen the prince. ”

"Every day, you can meet strangers in the next place, this is the fate of meeting thousands of miles, but almost all of them are just passing by, no acquaintance, because of the shallowness. ”

He used a more direct metaphor to tell the prince, let's have a shallow relationship, don't look for me if you have something.

Zhao Qian looked like an old monk, not shocked, and pointed to the fat monk next to him and said: "This is the presiding officer of Fuxian Zhai, a Huayan monk." ”

"Amitabha, the dragon and phoenix among the two donors, is worthy of his name. Hua Yan smiled and folded his hands, like the kind of monk in charge who coveted sesame oil money, but Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei didn't dare to underestimate it in the slightest, this is a high-ranking monk on the outside, judging people by their appearance, and losing their son Yu.

"Especially Su Shizhu, born in Buddhism, with a precept-breaking knife method, although he acts ruthlessly, he is upright, eliminates evil and saves the poor, does not violate the will of the Buddha, and really has a fate with my Buddha. Hua Yan looked at Meng Qi with a smile.

Meng Qi scolded secretly in his stomach, but immediately lost his laughter, Huayan is a high-ranking monk, saying that he has no relationship with the Buddha and no one believes him, as for the whole family, with his age, his parents should be dead, and he has no wife or children......

Seeing that Meng Qi didn't speak, Zhao Qian smiled slightly: "When I heard about Su Shaoxia, I was quite emotional, with the heart of a Buddha and holding a killing knife, isn't it the Dharma Protector King Kong?"

Vajra ...... Vajra...... Meng Qi's impression of Zhao Qian plummeted, and he was worse than Zhao Yi.

He smiled and said: "It is rumored that the prince is practicing Buddhism, and the four major ones are empty, why don't you abandon the throne, escape from the world, become a monk, get a great purity, and seek great liberation?"

Jiang Zhiwei also interjected: "Now that I can't go to the stack, chasing power, it seems to be contrary to the Buddha's will?"

Both of them openly and secretly accused Zhao Qian of hypocrisy, believing in Buddhism and lingering in Hongchen power.

"You! how disrespectful!" the feminine middle-aged man stepped forward and accused the two of them.

He didn't directly suppress his momentum, or teach him a lesson, Su Wuming was used to protecting his shortcomings, if he did it, he would bully the small with the big, and he wouldn't have the luxury of leaving the Shendu in this life, otherwise he would be hit by a sword.

Zhao Qian pressed his hand, signaled the middle-aged man to calm down, and said with a light smile:

"The Buddha has a smile on his face, and there is also a vajra angry eye, if they are all obsessed with self-cultivation and ignore the world, who will cross sentient beings?"

"If you can hold the great treasure in your hand, obey the world with one order, let mortals not suffer from oppression, let the martial arts monks not worry about the evil of killing, everyone can be liberated, and land on the other side, Lone would rather give up Qing cultivation, fly camp dogs, chase power, in order to seek greater power!"

His smile was light, but his tone was categorical, quite like the spirit of tens of millions of people.

...... Meng Qi was slightly shaken, and the prince was a little different from what he imagined.

But if he fully falls to Buddhism, the Taoist family is afraid that they will try their best to stop it, and it will be difficult to ascend to the throne!

"Although the great wish is good, it contradicts purity, I am afraid that there will be more killing, and the hands are full of blood. Meng Qi said casually.

Zhao Qian shook his head and smiled: "Others can say this, only you Su Meng are not qualified, 'killing is a nursing, cutting karma is not killing people', but what did you say?"

It was when I heard these words that Lone had the idea of being a confidant and wanted to come and meet you. ”

...... I'm talking nonsense...... Meng Qi blinked innocently.

"This path is destined to be full of bones and blood, but if you can seek the purity of all sentient beings, even if you fall into the eighteenth layer of hell, what's the matter?" Zhao Qian said loudly.

His face was solemn, and he was quite precious.

But what does that have to do with me...... Meng Qi said to Jiang Zhiwei: "I thought that cultivating Buddhism was to seek pure wisdom, and I never thought that Buddhism would support Zhao Qian......"

"Buddhism has Zen Buddhism, which cultivates oneself and seeks one's mind, and there is also the Pure Land Sect, where reciting Amitabha Buddha can attain bliss, and there are many sects, and the views of Buddhist scriptures and the methods of practice are different, how can they be generalized?" Jiang Zhiwei explained.

Zhao Qian restrained his feelings and smiled: "Su Meng, why don't we make a bet." ”

"What bet?" Meng Qi subconsciously asked.

Zhao Qian pointed to the five yellow-robed monks: "They are the five masters of the Pure Land Sect, the Dragon, the Elephant, the Tiger and the Leopard Peng, in terms of individuals alone, they must not be able to compare to you, but they are good at joining forces, the breath is the same, the five monks are on the same page, no worse than any of the top ten on the list, if you can be undefeated under their siege for twenty moves, it will be considered a lonely loss, and you will be allowed to make a promise, if you have something to find Lone in the future, as long as you are not disobedient and contrary to human ethics, Lone will help you do it." ”

"If you lose, you have to do one thing for Lonely, rest assured, it doesn't involve cannibalism, friends killing each other, etc. ”

Meng Qi looked at the five monks and found that their momentum was faintly connected, as if they were one. (To be continued......)

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