The monks are a very special group, and under normal circumstances, they wander outside the world, and they regard fame and fortune as floating clouds, and money as dung, and they have a sense of detachment. But when they find that the opportunity to lead to a higher realm arises, they will become anxious and even impatient, and they will completely lose the demeanor of a worldly master.

For example, those two monks who are quiet are obviously characters who understand their true nature and are not afraid of life and death, but they completely ignore their identities and actually go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to guard the door of Lin Lu Mountain, which is really strange!

It must be known that Tongyou monks are all worthy of cultivation in all sects in the world, except for famous sects such as Qingyang Guan, most sects can even produce one such disciple in twenty or thirty years, and each of them is regarded as the backbone of the sect in the future. It's too late to teach carefully, how can you let them watch the door!

"We can't help it......" When Wu Xie teased him like this, the two monks were full of shame, and one of them sighed, "It has been more than a hundred years since I stepped into the realm of Tongyun. Obviously, I feel that the accumulation of the mind is enough, but because the exercises are not good enough, I can't condense the two qi of yin and yang to form a gangfeng ......"

"I'm even more miserable, I've been successful in rushing the Gangfeng several times, but because the strength of the true qi is not enough, the Gangfeng that forms every time it is formed......" The other person was even more full of sadness, and said in an astringent voice, "Again and again, again and again...... The strength of True Qi is just not enough! No matter how hard I try to cultivate, no matter how much I accumulate it, the strength of my True Qi is still not enough!"

"But what does that have to do with you running to my brother's house to see the gate?" Wu Xie asked in confusion.

The two glanced at each other, and asked with some confusion: "Don't the seniors know the way?"

"I've been in retreat for more than a year."

The two of them said "oh" in unison, and then they suddenly realized that they hurriedly explained in detail:

Ever since there was a vision of the flow of literature and fortune like a dragon in the sky above Changning City, monks from all sides have come to check on it. Later, I don't know who sent the news that this scene was formed by someone who followed the destiny of heaven, and when his destiny ended, this powerful cultural fortune would be transformed into atmospheric luck. If anyone is lucky enough to share a little bit of profit, they will immediately be able to do everything smoothly, cultivate treasure hunting, and be invincible!

At first, the monks did not easily believe this rumor, which was ridiculous at all times. Soon after, however, a monk from a well-known family verified this statement in the texts of this sect and added to it in detail:

The five fortunes are the atmospheric fortunes created by heaven and earth, but they are not only luck, but also a kind of responsibility. Those who have good fortune need to govern the world and prosper the country; Those who have attained the Tao need to write books and speak to educate the common people; Those who are blessed need to do good deeds and accumulate virtue to benefit one party; Those who have literary luck need thousands of volumes of poetry and books, and their writings are equal to their bodies; Those who have won the military need to join the army and fight on the battlefield.

If a person gains fortune but does not fulfill his responsibilities, the power of fortune will gradually accumulate and he will not be able to give him the benefits he deserves. And if the person does not want this benefit, and insists on not fulfilling this responsibility, the power of fortune will accumulate to an astonishing level, and finally when he dies, he will disappear between heaven and earth, waiting for the next person who will be lucky.

Sometimes, when the person is dying, he suddenly changes his mind and resumes his responsibilities. It's like opening a gap in a dam, and the power of fortune accumulated over a long period of time will pour out like a flood, majestic and unstoppable.

A little effort before death naturally makes it impossible to make up for all the responsibilities that have been owed for a long time. Therefore, after the death of this person, those responsibilities that have not been made up will be dispersed along with the residual power of fortune, and at this time, as long as someone has the desire to continue to fulfill their responsibilities, the power of fortune will fall on that person and turn into luck blessings.

"In other words, you're expecting to wait for my brother to receive the inheritance when he dies, right?" Wu Xie smiled and asked directly. The two hesitated, then nodded uncomfortably in acknowledgement. "Money is something outside the body, life does not bring it with death, and fortune is the same." Wu Xie smiled, unimpressed, "You are willing to take over the responsibility of completing the cultural movement in his place, I have no opinion." But what does that have to do with you coming to see the gate?"

"We feel that if we are close, when he dies, we can get the news as soon as possible and make a wish at the earliest."

"You've gone to great lengths!" Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and sighed.

Since these two people didn't intend to be unfavorable to Lin Lushan, he didn't bother to care anymore, and was about to let them go, but he thought of one thing and asked, "How many monks are there in this Prime Minister's Mansion who are pretending to be family members?"

"About a dozen."

"My brother lives simply, there are less than twenty people in the Xiangfu family, and there are actually more than a dozen monks?!" Wu Xie was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "So, what about the original family members?" The two of them suddenly looked a little hesitant and embarrassed, and did not dare to answer. Wu Xie's face sank, and he asked coldly, "What about them?" Don't tell me you've been killed!"

"No, no! We just sent them thousands of miles away and gave them a lot of money!" Seeing the murderous look in his eyes, a monk hurriedly replied, "We didn't kill anyone!"

"So, there are people who kill innocents, right?"

"Yes."

Wu Xie sneered, and the cold in his eyes made the two of them tremble.

"Take me to the guys who killed innocents." He said coldly, "Murder pays for life, and monks are no exception!" Murder pays for life, and it is justified. But many monks don't think so, in their opinion, they are already above mortals, mortals are just ants to them, and killing them is nothing, let alone paying for their lives, and even caring is not worth caring about.

For example, the two who killed the two family members of the Prime Minister's Mansion and replaced them.

Of course, they couldn't be busy doing things every day like real family members, and when Wu Xie found them, they were cultivating in the wing.

"They're right, right?"

"That's right, they're the Canglong Cave of Cumulus Mountain—"

"I'm not interested in where they came from." Wu Xie interrupted the introduction, and with a wave of his hand, two flames flew out, turning into two crimson ropes, tying the two of them like zongzi, and sealing their acupoints with true qi, making them fall asleep and never break free again.

"Senior! How are you going to punish them?" One asked uneasily.

"If it is sent to the government, it will be judged as it should be." Wu Xie said lightly.

"Well, isn't it?"

Wu Xie frowned, and asked rhetorically: "What's wrong?"

"Our monks have long been out of the red dust, even if there is any mistake, it will not be the turn of the human government to judge!" A monk looked indignant, "Senior, you think they did something wrong, let them return their lives, we have no opinion." You can send them to the government and humiliate them, but why bother!"

Wu Jie's eyes were cold, and he saw that this person was frightened, but he didn't mean to bow his head.

After a while, Wu Xie nodded, and his gaze gradually softened: "You are right, the monk is a person outside of Hongchen, and he should not go through the legal process in Hongchen to judge." ”

"Senior Mingjian!"

"In that case, I won't be too lazy to spend more time, and I'll leave this matter to you." Wu Jie's next sentence made their smiles suddenly turn bitter.

"But...... With our ability, where can we control the scene!"

"If anyone has an opinion, let him come to me." Wu Xie turned around and walked towards the inner courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and disappeared without a trace in just one step, only the voice lingered in the air, "My name is Wu Jie, if you want to find me, you can come to Anfeng County or Qingyangguan, and wait for you at any time!"