Out of the Wuguan Hall, it is a tortuous wooden corridor, with a green tile roof, mahogany pillars one after another, and blue gold moire and the statue of the protector god under the eaves, adding a bit of delicacy to it.

In the eyes of many monks and pilgrims, Master Guanghong, the most virtuous monk of Tai'an Temple, walked slowly side by side with a young man in an old robe. But what is surprising is that Master Guanghong, who usually always looks calm and unhurried, has a somewhat unsightly face at this time, and even trembles, but looking at the young man again, he is smiling and calm, talking to Master Guanghong.

"The paper in Wu Ji Paper Shop is very easy to use."

"Foot...... Is it that you found the poor monks? ”

"Almost."

"There are so many people who go to Wu Ji Paper Shop every day to buy paper, how can you conclude that you are a poor monk?"

"There is a batch of paper on Wu Ji paper, because the child is naughty, accidentally spilled the paint of the dyeing cloth into it, the paper is a little reddish, I don't know if the mage noticed?"

"How do you know?"

Master Guanghong's face was already a little pale.

To be honest, he didn't really notice.

"Mage and I just bought that batch. And that batch of paper is not much, I went to ask the shopkeeper, during that time there were only a dozen people who came to buy jute paper, there were probably only a few people who bought large pieces of jute paper, and the shopkeeper knew and remembered only three people. ”

"Have you looked for it next to you?"

"I'm very patient." Song You said, "But even if there is no jute paper, the mage asked the little ghost to visit last night, and with this little ghost alone, you can find the mage here." ”

“……”

Master Guanghong reached into his robe.

There were a few archers hidden in his sleeves on both sides, all of which were rolled up, and they could be conjured up with a wave of his hand, but he didn't dare to act rashly when he thought that the two Yaksha had been wiped out silently that night.

"I don't know how to break the method of the poor monk Yaksha?"

"I'm proficient in the art of fire."

“……”

Master Guanghong's face turned pale for a moment.

"What do you want?"

"The master has been in Tai'an Temple for many years, and he has both cultivation and Taoism, so why panic?" Song You smiled, and then asked, "The mage can make a paper yaksha, but I don't know if there is a method of paper horses and paper donkeys?" ”

"Paper horses and paper donkeys?"

"Yes, yes."

"How's that? What if you don't? ”

"If so, I'd like to ask the mage for advice."

"No?"

It seems that there is none.

Song You showed regret.

I thought that since this monk had the method of paper yaksha, maybe he could learn the method of paper horses from him, and he could save himself a lot of effort, and he could also enrich the spell library of Fulongguan in the future, so it was not indispensable to surround his life.

Pity.

Then you have to exchange gifts.

It's just that I can break your law, it's my ability, as for whether you have this ability or not, that's your business.

Only then did Song You answer Master Guanghong's previous question: "The Master is a person in the Buddhist Sect, and he should have good intentions and compassion, but the Master borrowed the hands of others to steal treasures in the city...... I am very curious, doesn't the Venerable Master feel palpitations when he faces these Buddha's golden bodies every day? ”

"Heart palpitations?" Master Guanghong raised his courage, "It's just clay statues, you and I know very well that the Buddha is not here, and the Bodhisattva is not here." ”

"Yes."

Song You nodded.

Buddha statues and statues are all clay casting, ears can not be heard and eyes can not see, even if they can manifest spirits, but the world is so big, and the energy of gods and Buddhas is limited, how can they know everything in front of each clay statue?

"But it's just that no one has access to it."

"What do you mean?"

Song You didn't answer, only glanced at the door couplet, and then bowed to Master Guanghong:

"Take care, mage."

“？”

Master Guanghong frowned as he watched his back go away.

Just gone? Or are you playing with some means?

When he came back to his senses, he turned his head, only to find that the two of them had already walked to the door of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Treasure Hall.

There are gaps in the roof of the treasure hall tiles to let in the light, and small beams of light come down from the top of the head, through the heavy green smoke in the hall, outlining a clear shape, shining on the floor, on the altar, and on the golden body, and Master Guanghong was shocked to find that the familiar golden Buddha statues seemed to have all changed.

Except for the Lord of the Ten Thousand Buddhas in the middle, whose eyes are still lowered and his treasure is solemn, the other Bodhisattvas seem to be looking at themselves, whether they are kind or compassionate.

The most terrifying thing is the protector gods.

He was glaring angrily, but now he seemed to be glaring at him.

Master Guanghong's heart was pounding in horror, and suddenly the sound seemed to become a drumbeat, thump, and with this drumbeat, with every beat, the angry faces of those Dharma Protectors became a little bigger in his eyes, and they were a little closer to him.

In a few breaths, the faces were clubbed in front of him, majestic and terrifying, as if they were asking him about all the evil things he had done in his life.

The murmur was heard in my ears.

The scriptures and texts that I used to read, and the mysteries of the Dharma that I didn't really care about, all came to my heart at once.

Is that right?

Is that right?

Have you broken your vows?

Have you ever had peace of mind?

I felt that there was a fire in my chest, and at first it was just an itch, which made him stretch out his hand to scratch it, but soon it became hotter and hotter, and the hot feeling rose from his heart, spread outward, and burned all over his body.

"Ahh

Master Guanghong couldn't help but shout.

Many monks, pilgrims, and even the people of the rivers and lakes who stayed here heard the sound and hurriedly came.

But I saw that the respected Master Guanghong's whole body was in flames from the inside out, burning him all over the ground and his face distorted.

In his mouth, he shouted:

"The poor monk is guilty!

"The poor monk knows his mistakes!

"Buddha spare your life!"

Let him shout, but the fire will not stop.

And the wonderful thing is that this fire only burns the skin and flesh, not the clothes, and it seems that Master Guanghong is oiled all over his body, and it burns extremely vigorously, and it only takes a few fingers to work, and there is only one piece of clothing left in front of the palace.

Everyone present was shocked and inexplicable.

Someone had seen Master Guanghong and a young pilgrim walking side by side, and hurriedly looked for the trace of the young pilgrim, only to see that in the direction of the mountain gate, someone was hanging behind a three-flowered cat with small broken steps, just walked to the gate of the temple, but it was also gradually moving away.

The three-flowered cat stopped and looked back.

……

Song You walked back to Sweet Water Lane, and happened to meet Luo Zhutou, and heard that Luo Zhutou was looking for himself, so he invited him into the courtyard.

"The courtyard wall of Sir's house was badly damaged last night, but it was in danger?"

"Out of the way."

Song You smiled and waved his hand, and without waiting for Luo Zhutou to continue to be concerned, he took the lead in asking, "I don't know how the interrogation of the escaped thief is?" ”

Luo Zhu's eyes flickered.

Although he didn't know whether the person who broke into the courtyard last night was a ghost or a demon, just looking at the traces left on the courtyard wall and the rain eaves was enough to make him frightened, but Mr. Song in front of him didn't seem to care, and when he looked at the courtyard again, there was no trace of fighting and destruction.

Didn't there be a fight?

Or is that the way the masters fight each other?

Or is it ......

was speculating in his heart, but it did not affect Luo Zhutou's answer: "We have been interrogating for the past few days, and some of the stolen goods stolen by the thief have also been recovered." However, it is a bit ingenious, all we have recovered are some gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, as for the rare medicinal materials hidden in the mansions of the major nobles, but all of them have not been traced, and the thief only said that he ate them all in order to practice the art of retreat. ”

Luo Zhutou paused for a moment, and then looked at Song You: "Luo doesn't know much about this, I don't know if people in cultivation are ......."

"What kind of herbs are there?"

"Millennial Ganoderma lucidum, hundreds of years old ginseng, high-grade keel and the like are all medicinal materials that have been around for a long time."

"No way."

"Is this the thief hiding, or ......" Luo Zhutou paused again, and then moved on to another matter, "In addition to asking about the stolen goods, we have also examined where his method of escaping came from, and he actually said that he found an ancient book from his grandfather's relics. ”

Every time Luo Zhutou said a word, he didn't finish speaking, and dragged the tail note behind him, aiming at Song You.

Whether a person in cultivation needs so many precious medicinal materials, whether he can eat so many medicinal materials in a short time, and whether he can be self-taught in his cultivation are all blind spots in his knowledge of this ordinary headcatcher, but isn't there a master in front of him?

Fortunately, when he saw that the wall of Mr. Song's courtyard was damaged this morning, he had roughly understood in his heart that there were probably people behind the thief.

Last night, I was afraid that the person behind the thief came to seek revenge.

Song You also knew that he was consulting himself.

Although the method of retreat is flawed, it is not simple, but it has many advantages. Mortals who do not have the relevant foundation to enlighten on their own are afraid that not only will their progress be extremely slow, but they will also be very likely to be dangerous in the process of practice.

But Song You didn't need to talk to him about this.

"Coincidentally, I went to Tai'an Temple today, and I happened to see a strange thing, and I want to tell the head of the team."

"Oh?"

Luo Zhutou was stunned for a moment, but still gave up:

"I want to hear about it."

"Master Guanghong, who had been consulted by the head of the team, actually ignited a fire in his heart in front of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Treasure Hall at noon this day, during which he loudly pleaded with the Buddha for mercy, but after only a while, the fire burned him clean, and there was no ash left." Song You smiled, "So this person, you really can't do bad things." The team leader might as well tell this story to the thief in prison, and maybe it will impress him. ”

“！”

Luo Zhutou's eyes widened when he boarded, and his mind was racing wildly.

After a long time, he stood up and bowed his hand to Song You again: "Luo Mou knows, thank you Mr. for your advice." ”

"You're welcome."

"Luo still has official business, so he will retire."

"Walk slowly."

Luo Zhutou turned around and walked out, his steps were fast, the wind was hot, but there was a light in his eyes.

Suddenly, he remembered that when he went to Tai'an Temple to ask for advice a month ago, it was rumored that Master Guanghong, who was practicing the true way, buried the dung for him. Suddenly, I remembered the picture of the nobles in the city and even many people in the yamen going to Tai'an Temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha and talk with Master Guanghong.

No wonder someone attacked Mr. Song at night.

No wonder the person behind the thief knew about it so quickly, with Mr. Song's guidance.

No wonder each crime is so precise.

No wonder......

Luo Zhutou knew that Mr. Song was a real master, and he would have a harvest when he came to ask for advice, but he didn't expect that this harvest would be so big.

Thinking so, he suddenly gritted his teeth again—

How dare that bald donkey play such a trick on him! If it weren't for Mr. Song's guidance, he would have been kept in the dark, and the bald donkey would have been at large, still being the guest of honor of the nobles in his city!

Correspondingly, I feel more and more that Mr. Song, who is diagonally opposite the door, is unfathomable.