Li Ping'an didn't know how to speak for a while.

The wind lantern hung on the branches of the peach tree, and the light sprinkled down obliquely, shining on Zhigang's huge bald head.

Zhigang is more than eight feet tall, and the two sit opposite each other, and Li Ping'an's whole person is shrouded in shadows.

"Master, the light on your body is too bright, it pierces my eyes!"

Li Ping'an got up and took off the wind lantern, hung it behind him, and suddenly there was no shadow.

Zhigang stared at the wind lantern for a long time, repeating this sentence in his mind, and his gaze changed when he saw Li Ping'an.

From scolding and contempt to admiration, there is a vague sense of gratitude.

"What the layman said contains the truth, and the poor monk reads hundreds of thousands of Buddhist scriptures, and it is not until today that he realizes the painstaking work of the master!"

"The master is overrated."

Li Ping'an said: "What's more, you are right, bribery and burning, killing and looting are indeed the same crime......

The latter acts directly on the flesh, and the pain comes quickly, and the people hate it to the bone.

The former means are secretive, quietly exploiting and snatching, which seems to be untenable on weekdays, and when it erupts over time, it will change the dynasty.

"The layman doesn't know it, it's the poor monk's face."

Zhigang explained: "When I came out of the temple, I was resentful, and I went around preaching that the Buddha had passed away and the Dharma had been destroyed, which was similar to today. ”

"I don't know which temple the master is practicing in?"

Li Ping'an was quite curious about his origin, the monks in the capital strictly forbade drinking and meat, but they were all full of fat, but they were not as good as Zhigang like a monk.

"Western Regions, King Kong Temple."

Zhigang took a sip of the wine jar, and was puzzled, obviously in a very good mood, and babbled about his origins.

King Kong Temple is located in the west of Yongzhou, almost out of the border of the Great Qian.

Zhigang lived in the temple since he was a child, reciting Buddhist scriptures and practicing martial arts, and later the master inherited the position of presiding over and began to change the purpose of the Kongo Temple.

From seclusion to opening the door to welcome guests, he also learned the Central Plains Buddhism to circle the land, collect incense, do things, offer tablets and other ways to make money.

The reputation of the Kongo Temple is great, the faith is numerous, and the silver is earned like a mountain and a sea.

However, the monks in the temple no longer have the intention to worship the Buddha, and they are dedicated to studying how to expand the land and gather believers, and they have become one of the few famous families in Yongzhou in more than ten years.

"Since then, Kongo Temple is no longer a Buddhist temple!"

Zhigang said: "The poor monk couldn't see it, and he fought with his fellow disciples, became the target of everyone, and was finally expelled from the temple. ”

"Over the years, I have traveled the rivers and lakes, learned about the people's suffering, and only realized it when I had to be on demand from lay people."

"Regardless of whether the means are right or wrong, the master has indeed preached the Dharma and made millions of believers in Yongzhou worship the Buddha sincerely......"

Millions of believers!

Li Ping'an's eyes were slightly condensed, Yongzhou is located in the extreme west, and the people have been fierce since ancient times.

The puppet emperor of the Puppet Dynasty decades ago raised troops from Yongzhou and entered Kyoto all the way.

The millions of believers in Kongo Temple are like a powder keg that detonates at any time, and a little instigation by someone with a heart is an earth-shattering event.

"Now that the master understands the painstaking work of the host, does he plan to return to the temple to practice?"

"Understanding is understanding, and the poor monk still disagrees."

Zhigang's words were conclusive, and his tone was extremely firm: "The poor monk will not change his Dharma, but he will never scold the Buddha for being dead!" ”

Li Ping'an looked at the mess on the table full of cups and plates, and teased: "The master eats meat and drinks wine, can there still be Buddhism?" ”

"The body is the foundation of everything, how can you practice martial arts if you don't eat meat, and how can you transform the devil if you don't practice martial arts?"

Zhigang shook his big fist in a sand bowl: "You can't turn the devil into a demon by relying on the Buddhist scriptures alone, the fist must be hard, and if it doesn't make sense, he will hit it, and he will put down the butcher's knife." ”

"The master is tall and hard!"

Li Ping'an couldn't help but give a thumbs up, Zhigang said it very reasonably.

Preaching faith cannot only rely on mouths, but also with fists, and both hands must be hard to grasp!

Zhigang was recognized, and immediately became a confidant: "Buddhism originally forbade drinking, meat, and women, but later under the influence of Zen Buddhism, it was forbidden to ban this and that." ”

"The poor monk cultivates primitive tantra, which is a hundred times higher than those Zen hypocritical bald donkeys, and he is chasing the Buddha!"

Li Ping'an suddenly understood why this guy was nicknamed "Mad Monk".

With just these few words, I will not be wronged if I am driven out of the temple, and it is my Buddha's mercy that I was not killed.

"The master still doesn't quit women?"

"Food, sex, too!"

Zhigang, a monk, even quoted Confucian classics: "The three hobbies of a poor monk in his life are eating meat, drinking wine and visiting the Qinglou!" ”

Li Ping'an spoke a little sourly: "The master is so chic. ”

Zhigang has been in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and he already knows how to be obedient and listen, and said with a smile: "When the imperial court distributes the knife silver, please go to the Chunfeng Building to eat and drink." ”

Li Ping'an repeatedly excused himself: "I can't help it, I can't do it!" ”

Zhigang said: "Every time a layman passes by Chunfeng Tower, he will wait and see for a while, and then stand for half an hour, and his eyes are about to go in, so don't suppress his heart." ”

Li Ping'an said righteously: "I see that the girl is cold outside, and if we go to the house to warm up, we won't get frostbite." ”

"You bastard, you're so thick-skinned!"

"Hahaha......"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the topic began to be serious.

Zhigang has been wandering the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, almost all over the 36 states of Daqian, and has been to countless hooks.

Li Ping'an didn't brush the little sister to dance in his previous life, his talent may be worse, and his sexiness is still too much, and a little description makes Zhigang's eyes shine.

The happiness of men is as simple as that, eating meat, drinking, talking about women!

……

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhigang took the slip issued by the Criminal Department, ran to the yamen of Dali Temple every day, and urged someone to send someone to conduct an autopsy.

The few dollars of silver that were left were quickly eaten, and they could only eat and live in the mortuary.

"That scribe made the master so aggrieved, do you want to teach a lesson or two when you leave Beijing?"

Zhigang shook his head and refused: "The scribe suspects that it complies with the law and procedures, and there are indeed people on the rivers and lakes who are fraudulently receiving pensions, what qualifications does the poor monk have?" ”

Li Ping'an was stunned, this monk not only quoted Confucianism, but also obeyed the law and understood the law.

"The temperament is unrestrained and arrogant, but he acts cautiously and cautiously, which is very different from the Jianghu guests in the romance!"

Is Zhigang tamed by rules?

Definitely not!

A monk who drinks wine, eats meat, and walks around the Qinglou, claiming to be comparable to the Buddha, how rebellious he is, how can he be tamed by the imperial court.

Probably a true enlightened monk will restrain himself and will not be angry with the little officials.

this day.

The sixth master sent a new corpse, and Li Ping'an was touching the corpse to investigate.

Zhigang pushed open the door and shouted excitedly.

Dali Temple sent a prisoner to conduct an autopsy. ”

Immediately after him, a green-robed official came in, wearing a flat-winged black gauze hat and carrying a bamboo box in his hand.

"This official Song Ci, where is the corpse?"

"I've seen Lord Song."

Li Ping'an opened a coffin, and the one lying inside was the six-armed immortal ape.

After all, he is Zhigang's brother, so it is not good to throw it on the ground like an ordinary corpse, and put it in a coffin to avoid insect eating and rat bites.

Song Ti Xingjing stepped forward to inspect it, and saw the scarred corpse with pity on his face.

Zhigang said: "The poor monk and the monkey caught the ghost head, and the guy somehow got the news, and he actually ambushed in advance, so that the monkey was seriously injured. ”

Song Tixing carefully examined the corpse, nodded and said, "The shape, depth, and direction of the wounds are different, and they should have fallen into a heavy encirclement." ”

Zhigang said again: "After desperately beheading the ghost head, the poor monk went to thank the divine doctor, but unfortunately it was a step too late. ”

Song Tixing used a silver needle to penetrate the heart of the corpse, twisted it, and a few drops of pitch-black blood came out, sniffed the smell and said.

"The direct cause of death is Heart-devouring, which is the unique poison technique of the Ghost Head Tuo."

As he spoke, he took out a few tools from the bamboo box, and turned over and over the body of the six-armed immortal ape for injury examination and bone examination, trying not to miss any details, even the lower body and the back court.

During this period, the rotten skin and flesh were cut with a knife, and after inspection, they were sewn with silver needles and threads.

Skillful and neat, he doesn't look like a court official, but more like an undertaker who specializes in grooming the deceased.

It took more than half an hour to test. Song Tixing put away his tools.

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will go to the Yamen to pick up the autopsy papers."

Li Ping'an stood at the door, looking at the departing Song Tixing, his footsteps seemed to be unhurried and slow, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Zhigang said in a deep voice: "This person is a master!" ”

Li Ping'an was surprised: "How tall?" ”

"Three or four stories high!"

"What floor is the master?"

"The poor monk is underground!"