Tang San, who was holding a torch in his hand, said with a sad face: "Childe, let's discuss, is this temple really going to have to be burned?" ”

Shui Sheng snorted coldly, "You should know the secrets of the temple. It's a place where dirt is hidden. The gold used for this statue was forced back by the robbers from the good people, and then gave the mercy to build this temple. Then the news came out that there was a treasure hidden in the temple. A group of wicked people who should have gone to the eighteen layers of hell after death were reincarnated into the animal path because they sacrificed the gold and silver they robbed to the Buddha, so that the incense here lasted for three years. and that they will be spared the torments of hell. The pain of reincarnation. What is the use of keeping such a Buddha? Don't forget that you are also a person who is used by mercy. You are the primer of this potion. If you don't burn this temple, will you take the gold and silver treasures?"

"This ......," Tang San was speechless for a while. Looking at the Buddha statue, he said, "Sir, this Buddha statue is so big, how can I take it away." ”

Xi'er glanced at Tang San with disdain, her eyes closed slightly, and the Buddha statue in the Buddha hall disappeared out of thin air. The huge Buddha statue disappeared neatly under Tang San's eyes. Tang San, who couldn't believe it, walked up and fished it out with his hands, only then did he be convinced that the Buddha statue had disappeared. couldn't help but turn his gaze to Xi'er.

"The secret art of Taoism is no longer necessary, no need to make a fuss. Aquatic explained.

Tang San still said with some difficulty: "Even if the temple is burned, it can't cover up the theft of the Buddha statue." ”

Xi'er glanced at Tang San, and a large amount of wood appeared in the courtyard. The yard was soon filled. Last night, all this, the three of them came to the outside of the temple, just waiting for Tang Sanyi to burn the temple to the ground.

The fire rose into the sky, illuminating it as if it were day within three miles, and more than 500 corpses were also burned to the ground. Only Wen Ye's corpse was buried by Tang San in a feng shui treasure place, which was a promise to him.

Shui Sheng said that burying him would only make him unpeaceful after death. But Tang San patted his chest and said that what he said with his conscience must count. It is a big deal for the dead to be buried in the ground, but after he is buried and then dug up, it is not something that he Tang San can manage.

The Thanksgiving Temple, which had been established for three years, was burned down by a fire on the night of the beginning of summer.

The state capital, who came to inquire about it, quickly saw the mess all over the ground, as well as the corpses that had been burned by the fire. This is completely inconsistent with the message they received. The unexpected headcatcher has no way to start.

"Headcatcher. It's not easy. Look at the noodles they burn one by one. It's not a good job. The young catcher quickly tore the ashes away.

The fire burned all night. In the middle of noon, a group of ten catchers wearing fast clothes galloped from the state capital to the sheep intestine trail.

The old catcher took off the pipe in his hand, pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "Just bring some corpses back." ”

"Cai Zhutou, I'm afraid this will make it difficult for us to do. "The young head catcher is named Song Qingyun, a literati who has read books for several years, and because of the middle of the family, he put down the books and went to the county to find an errand for catching heads. The person who was called Cai Ji was named Cai Ji, who was the oldest and most clever head catcher in the county. It is also one of the top headcatchers in Yongzhou.

Cai Ji pointed to the corpses all over the ground and said, "If you can identify these corpses from them, I will give you the position of the head catcher." This errand is not easy to do, and now that this sheep gut trail is gone, it is a serious matter, and it doesn't matter to us who killed these bandits. Hurry back and tell the county that it is right. ”

Quickly took away the two corpses and left the stinking Thanksgiving Temple. Go to Xuanhua County.

At this moment, the county magistrate was in the living room to accompany the monk Ci'en to discuss the matter. The little monk didn't know where the runway had gone.

The county magistrate raised the teacup and said: "The holy monk has worked hard, the sheep intestine path where snail dwelling is rampant with bandits is really compassionate, if you can take the sheep intestine in one fell swoop today, and from then on there will be no banditry, and the master's merit is immeasurable." ”

"Amitabha. "Benevolence proclaims the Buddha's name.

The county magistrate continued: "I don't know what the holy monk plans to do with the golden Buddha. ”

Ci En was silent, the Golden Buddha was his hard work in the past three years, how could the treasures of Buddhism fall into the mortal world. "Poor monks are willing to choose a treasure place in the county to build a temple and cultivate Buddha, praying for the blessing of your county. ”

The county magistrate said with a smile: "It is a great honor that the holy monk of mercy is willing to promote Buddhism in our county. If it is really as you said, the sheep intestine bandits are eliminated, and there are no bandits in our county from now on, then the incense money for building the temple will come from the county. ”

Ci'en hurriedly got up and said, "My Buddha is merciful, thank you for your generosity." The poor monk must pray for the adults. ”

While the two Zheng were talking, Cai Ji had already returned to Xuanhua County and came to the county government to report the destruction of the sheep intestine bandits, and knelt down and said: "Tell the county lord that the sheep intestine trail has indeed been destroyed, and after repeated investigations by his subordinates, there are no bandits." It's just ......" Cai Ji wanted to speak and stopped.

The county magistrate took a sip of tea and said, "If you have something to say, say it." The holy monk is not an outsider. ”

When the subordinates rushed over, the Thanksgiving Temple had already been burned to the ground, and the more than 500 bandits were also scorched, and their faces were unrecognizable. As he spoke, his eyes made him move the two corpses up. Suddenly, a burning stench permeated, and before the county magistrate could take a look, the smell of corpses he only smelled had already turned over the river and the sea in his abdomen, and he waved his hand so cleanly that he said, "Carry it down for me." After speaking, he covered his mouth and went to the backyard, presumably to vomit.

On the contrary, the monk was not surprised, looked at the corpse and asked, "Cai Zhutou, can you allow me to observe?"

Cai Ji said with a smile: "Holy monk, let's go to the room to study." Beware of smelling the prefectural chief's room. The small ones can not afford to be guilty. ”

Ci'en nodded: "What Cai Zhutou said is that the poor monk is abrupt. ”

The two of them came to the room where they were trapped, and quickly laid the body flat, and the one on the side began to examine the body. Ci En watched from the side and said: "Enmida Buddha, I know this person, he is the scourge Deng Ping. ”

Cai Ji asked rhetorically, "How does the holy monk know?"

Ci'en said: "I used to treat this man's injuries, and he has multiple fractures in his body. The old monk sliced the charred flesh of the corpse, and a piece of silk was attached to one of the ribs. Remove the silk, wash it in clean water, and put it directly into your arms.

The face of the catcher next to him changed, the dead man's things are very taboo, and he doesn't dare to take anything from the dead man easily, this is the rule.

The dead are greater.

"Holy monk, I'm afraid this is inappropriate......" Cai Ji said to stop.

Ci'en clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, this treasure is originally a poor monk, what is wrong with returning it to its original owner today? ”

Cai Ji was shocked: "Holy monk, this silk is ......"

Ci'en nodded and said, "It is made of silk spun by the black silkworm of the Yin." ”

Cai Ji said movingly: "I heard that this black silkworm likes to eat poisons, and it takes a hundred years to become an insect and spin silk." Silk is extremely tough, and ordinary swords can't cut it at all. It also contains highly toxic poisons that can cause death. ”

The Buddha said, "My Buddha is merciful, how can a monk easily hurt someone's life." The toxicity of this black silk has long been removed by the poor monks. I don't know how to step on the head and go to the sheep intestine trail to harvest?"

Cai Ji whispered: "The holy monk borrowed a step to speak. The air in the house was turbid, and Cai Ji didn't want to stay inside for a long time, so he took Ci'en to the patrol room.

The patrol room is where Cai Ji works, and it is an independent portal in this yamen, so he sat down and said, "When I went to the temple, the fire burned everything. You have never found the Golden Buddha. ”

Upon hearing this, Mercy said, "I see. I'm afraid that there are fish that have slipped through the net, and I don't know if the head catcher can go with me on a trip to the sheep intestines. The poor monk has to go and confirm the matter. If I guess it, it's that I underestimate that person. ”

Cai Ji was smoking a dry cigarette, he was thinking about how to refuse the request of mercy, the county seat is more than 100 miles away from the sheep's intestines, and he is the only one who is tired of tossing back and forth when he is old.

Ci'en is a thousand-year-old fox naturally saw through Cai Ji's thoughts at a glance, and said: "Naturally, I won't make it difficult to catch the head, I will go to the county order office to ask, naturally it is indispensable for the hard work of the brothers." ”

If Cai Ji crosses the line without knowing how to lift, this can be regarded as kindness and persuasion, if he is chirping crookedly, he will not be able to withstand the anger of mercy with a headcatcher. The monks pay attention to immobility and namelessness, since the people have benefited, and return to the Ming County Order, it is just to be a favor, and the more such good things, the better.

After a day's rest, Cai Ji rushed to the sheep intestine with a benevolent fan. Now the weather in midsummer is very hot, and I can't walk 20 miles, and I can't go for 20 miles, saying that I can't walk anymore and want to rest.

Cai Ji was in a dilemma and said, "Master Ci'en, I'll rest and rest when I see it." ”

Ci'en smiled: "It's okay, it's okay. It's also good to take a break. It's just that we have to arrive at noon, so we won't lose time. ”

Cai Ji's face changed and said: "You're not kidding, it's less than two hours before noon, and there are eighty miles to go." We only have two legs. I'm afraid I can only get over in the evening if I go on like this. ”

Ci'en took out a stack of charms from his bosom and said, "Tie them to their legs, and they will immediately reach the sheep's intestines." ”

"This is?" Cai Ji said suspiciously.

Ci'en explained: "This is a secret of the Buddhist family, called shrinking into inches, and you can travel thousands of miles a day when tied to your legs, and it is natural that you can travel 80 miles. ”

"I don't take out the good stuff sooner. My brothers tied my feet to my feet and finished my work early and early. Cai Ji shouted, and the ten catchers quickly tied the charm to their legs.

Ci'en put his hands together and said something in his mouth, and the catchers suddenly felt the wind under their feet, and their feet were vigorous and powerful, and they ran faster than any horse, and they saw that the trees retreated rapidly, and their legs did not obey the call and ran forward. In less than half an hour, I arrived at the sheep intestine trail.

The Thanksgiving Temple, which had long been turned into ashes, exuded a strong scorching smell, and the young catchers who were not in harmony with the world smelled the stench, and their stomachs turned over and vomited.

The charred corpse is the bandit of the sheep intestine path, Ci'en calmly opened a charred corpse, opened the charred flesh and took out a silver filament in the person's body, and the sharp-eyed Cai Ji immediately discovered that this was also a black thread. Immediately afterwards, the old monk took out the silk from another corpse. Ci'en's hands were already as black as charcoal, and the catcher who had stopped vomiting stopped vomiting stopped vomiting when he saw this scene.

Between the green mountains and green waters, a group of catchers kept vomiting, and the old monks kept groping in the corpses, and the strong stench spread among the mountains. An incomparably powerful evil thought soared into the sky, transforming into a black cloud hovering in the air. This is the evil spirit formed by the resentment of more than 500 robbers.

The old monk sat cross-legged after tidying up, and only saw the golden lotus around him blooming, and the authentic lotus flower of Buddhism bloomed proudly in mid-air, wrapping the evil qi in a clump, and the evil qi was turned into nothing by the lotus flower of Buddhism.

The old monk said with a golden face: "All the sins are borne by the poor monks, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell." ”