Orthodoxy has always been respected by the West Chi, and then there are three branches of the Central Plains, the Eastern Han Dynasty, and the Northern Turkistan, and the three families have their own strengths and do not let each other go.

If you have to find another one in addition to these three, there is only the Fa Ling Temple west of Laomen Pass.

Laomen Pass is the gateway of the Central Plains since ancient times, since then the west is the Western Regions, although it is still subordinate to the dynasty, but after all, the mountains and rivers are a little worse, it is difficult for people to get close, so it has always been regarded as no different from the barbarians in the hinterland of the Central Plains.

There is an ancient temple in the Western Regions named Dharma Ling, its completion time is only two years later than the West Chi Bizhen Temple, every year there is an endless stream of pilgrims, the world thinks that it is deeply passed down by the West Chi Yan.

For nearly a thousand years, the Fa Ling Temple has indeed claimed to be inherited from the Western Red Tantric Sect, and has an unclear relationship with the Western Red Dynasty in private.

However, since more than 20 years ago, the temple suddenly changed its usual style, not only completely severed contact with Xichi, but even expelled many monks in the temple who insisted on believing in tantric Buddhism.

The cause of all this is from the female living Buddha who is known as the reincarnation of Guanzi.

It is said that there are 33 Dharma Phases in Guanzi, and this living Buddha with the Dharma name "Door Truth" is the fourth Dharma Phase, the reincarnation of the Brahma King's body.

More than 20 years ago, a handsome girl had an epiphany of Buddhism, and was personally brought into the mountain gate by the master of the Dharma Temple, shaved off 3,000 troubles, and became a bodhisattva who was not stained with mundane conditions.

Since then, in addition to this female living Buddha, the rest is the old monk who holds the position of abbot.

The Guru, the supreme wisdom of the Dharma; Dharma King, the honorific title of Buddha and Bodhisattva.

This young female monk, who suddenly became a sensation, in just ten years, served as both a guru and a Dharma king, and her voice in the monastery far exceeded that of the old monk who relied on her age to mix up the supreme title.

After that, the young female Dharma King began to advocate a change of court and abandon the Western Chizun Dynasty, which was contrary to the old monks who had believed in Tantric Buddhism for most of their lives.

One mountain does not tolerate two tigers, and this is also applicable to the Buddhism that has no quarrel with the world.

After several years of faceless contest between the two Buddhist masters, the female Dharma King, who surpassed each other in both fame and Buddhism, finally gained power. At this time, the female lama also did one of the most reproachful things in her life - expelling the old monk who had led her into the monastery and ordained her to the monastery.

The old monk stayed in the temple for nearly a lifetime, and when he left the mountain gate with a thin burden, he still didn't know what he was wrong.

A few years later, the dynasty vigorously revived and destroyed the law, especially the entire western region adjacent to Xichi, which was almost non-existent, and everyone knew the reason for this.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and in recent hundreds of years, the Dharma Temple, which has been entangled with the eyebrows of the Xichi Dynasty, has escaped a catastrophe because of the "strong man who broke his wrist" of the Bodhisattva.

Those monks who were obedient on the surface, but in fact did not know how many times they had slandered the female guru in their hearts, also rejoiced and praised her wise decision.

It's just that at this time, the Bodhisattva of the Door Truth, there is no joy on his face that "he has been wronged", but a kind of indescribable compassion.

It wasn't until a few days later that the monks in the temple learned that in the days when they were relieved, the former abbot of the temple had died in a small temple without a name.

It's death, not death.

As for the reason, it may be that the old man realized before he died that he had believed in the wrong Buddha, recited the wrong scriptures, and followed the wrong path all his life......

So at the moment before he died, he returned to the vulgar.

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On the ninth floor of the Purple Que Pavilion, the atmosphere was almost cold to freezing.

Wang Quanquan quietly looked at the assassin Yan Li, who had escaped his life by luck, and said in a deep voice:

"You didn't die from such a serious injury, you really have a big life, but this time you didn't have that good luck."

Wang Quanquan's eyes were cold, as if he was looking at a dead man.

When the man on the other side heard this, he put away his dagger and looked calm.

"Aren't you very good at running away? I'll give you another chance to escape, you can't choose your own death, at least you can choose a place to be buried. ”

After Wang Quanquan finished speaking, he took off the slender short sword directly from behind his waist, and the man subconsciously narrowed his eyes when he saw this, it was this sword that almost killed him.

Yan Li turned his head to look at the Confucian beside him, and after receiving the other party's affirmative nod, he rushed towards the king's authority with a stride, but he didn't want to fight to break the net, but as the other party said, he ran away with all his strength.

The man instantly stepped through the large hole in the wall and jumped onto one of the roofs of the palace, and then began to flee for his life as fast as he could.

It's just that he knows that no matter how fast he is, he can't escape the fate of death after all, because just when the two passed by, he caught a glimpse of the smile in each other's eyes.

In the attic, Wang Zhiquan rubbed the short sword in his hand, and his fingers gently stroked the hilt of the sword, moving slowly, as if caressing his lover.

This is the only thing she has left.

"Ah Qing, today Ah Yue is going to avenge you." The young man spoke softly.

As soon as the words fell, the apricot branch in his hand trembled, as if he understood his intentions, and then a piercing sword sound came out, and the other two people in the room subconsciously covered their ears.

When the old man and the young man came back to their senses, there was only one scabbard left in the hand of the young man opposite.

Wang Quanquan didn't care about the sharp blade that came out of the sheath in an instant, but turned his head to look at the two people in front of him, and the young man in front of him was the scholar who kept the money bag for the old man before.

The young man's face was panicked, but the old man's face was indifferent, he turned around and walked to the back of the desk, sat down, and then quietly looked at the young man wearing a white robe in front of him, and after a while, he said leisurely:

"It's better to be young, the old man is young, but he is more graceful than you."

Wang Quanquan's face was strange, and after a long time, his expression relaxed:

"You're not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue?"

Then he stepped forward and sat down, with only a desk between the two.

"Tong'er, go get the pot and come to Xinghua Village."

The old man instructed the scholar on the side, and although the little scholar was afraid, he saw that the gentleman was so calm, and he also calmed down, nodded and walked downstairs.

The old Confucian looked at the back of the young man in the distance, and seemed to say to himself:

"This child is also pitiful, he has no mother since he was a child......"

"You haven't answered my question yet." Wang Quanquan coldly interrupted the other party.

The old man was not angry, but opened the chess box on the table, took out a sunspot, and asked without answering:

"Is the prince willing to accompany the old man to play a game?"

Wang Quanquan narrowed his eyes and did not reply, and the old man was not reluctant to see this, and fell up by himself.

"The old man prides himself on being a bit arrogant as a literati, and now that most of his body has been buried in the loess, he naturally will not go to please the prince in order to make a living.

From the day he calculated the prince, the old man was ready to be approached, and the reason why he approached the prince was just to know who he would die at. ”

"Why would you do such a thing when you know you might die?"

"Alas, after gambling for a lifetime, every game is a must-win chess game, which is really a little less fun......"

Before the old man finished speaking, a sharp sword was pointed straight at his throat, and Wang Zhiquan clenched the frost and cold, and said with a gloomy gaze:

"Your so-called chess game has made me lose the love of my life."

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