Corpse Jiu did not go back to the grave mound in the tomb hill this time, but cast a spell to notify the companions of the Apocalypse Alliance who were still in the Tianbao Kingdom, giving them a certain warning, after doing this, the corpse Jiu directly fled away, leaving the Tianbao Kingdom first, as for whether others can leave or not, it is none of his Corpse Jiu's business, anyway, in the Tianbao Kingdom, the only one who can really have the final say in the Tianbao Country is Tu Yun.

At the same time, the monk Huitong who returned to the post station with Ji Yuan was finally free, and the first thing he talked about was not the demon in the palace, after all, Mr. Ji was in the palace, and the monk Huitong talked the most about the Gan Qingle Gan hero, who seemed to be extremely interested in it.

After late at night, Ji Yuan and the others fell asleep in the post station one after another, and the entire capital had long since returned to tranquility, even in the palace. When Ji Yuan was in a dream, he still seemed to be able to feel all the changes around him, and he could hear the coughing, quarrelling, and dreams of the people in the distance.

On the twenty-sixth day of the lunar month, in the cold season, Ji Yuan woke up naturally from the room of the post station, and the sound of the rain outside indicated that today was his favorite rainy day, and it was the kind of rain that was not too big or too small, and everything in the world was very clear in Ji Yuan's ears.

Last night, the demon of the water resisted death, and there was already an overflow of water essence, and if Ji Yuan did not intervene, this rain was bound to fall, and it would last for two or three days.

Ji Yuan opened his eyes, sat up from the bed against the wall, didn't have to open the window, and quietly listened to the sound of rain outside, in his ears, the sound of every drop of rain was different, which helped him portray the real Tianbao Kingdom's capital.

Ji Yuan lived in a separate small courtyard of the post station, between the understanding of Ji Yuan's personal living habits, and the area where the Tingliang State Mission rested, no one would have nothing to disturb Ji Yuan. But in fact, the movements of the post station have always been heard, including the Wyeth people who went to Beijing with the mission, and they were all captured by the forbidden army.

After listening to the sound of rain for a while, Ji Yuan also heard a sound of footsteps wandering outside.

"Gan Daxia, Ji Mou has already gotten up, come in. ”

Gan Qingle outside was overjoyed when he heard this, pushed open the door and came in to see Ji Yuanpan sitting on the bed.

"Good morning, sir. ”

"Gan Daxia is early, sit casually, just say anything. ”

These days, he is also familiar with Ji Yuan, and Gan Qingle doesn't feel restrained, so he sat on the stool in the house, rubbed a bandaged wound on his arm, and asked straight to the point.

"Sir, I know that I can't really compete with monsters last night, one is that Mr. casts spells to help, and the other is that my blood is a little special, I want to ask Sir, my blood ......"

Gan Qingle's voice stopped when he said this, because he didn't really know what to ask. Ji Yuan thought about it for a while, and did not answer his question directly, but began to extend it from another angle.

"Ordinary people's blood is full of yang energy, these yang energy is generally implicit and very gentle, such as zombies and ghouls and other yin and evil things like to live in the yin and evil places, but they also like to suck human blood, in order to seek to absorb vitality while pursuing a certain degree of yin and yang harmony. ”

Ji Yuan said and looked at Gan Qingle's half-red beard and the wounds on his body, after last night, the color of Gan Qingle's beard and hair had not completely returned to normal.

"If you are a hero, the yang energy in the blood is exposed, and you are affected by the evil spirit of the martial artists who have walked the rivers and lakes for many years and the strong liquor you drink, and the moment of fierce fighting is like burning red flame, this is the yang and red flame that the cultivation world says, not to mention the evil spirit, it is an ordinary cultivator, and it is not easy to be splashed by your blood. ”

"That'...... Can I step into the path of spiritual practice?"

Gan Qingle hesitated, but still asked, Ji Yuan smiled, knowing that this Gan Daxia was already drunk and did not mean to drink.

"Actually, Gan Daxia can ask Master Huitong. ”

Hearing Ji Yuan's words, Gan Qingle was stunned for a moment.

"What does Mr. mean, let me be a monk? This, uh, hehe, Gan has been a long time, and he can't talk about the six roots pure, and let me not eat meat for many years, isn't this my life......

Ji Yuan shook his head.

"Ji didn't let you become a monk, the law of Buddhism has never said that you must be a monk, shaving monks who have received full vows, in essence, it is also to collect the heart to cultivate Buddha nature, I have a discussion with the masters of Buddhism, the essence of Buddhism is also the law of practice, there is a Buddha will and even righteousness can be practiced. ”

Gan Qingle frowned.

"You don't need to quit alcohol and meat?"

"You see those Buddhists who are devout and believers, and there are few who have always abstained from alcohol and meat, and there is a saying: Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Dharma remains in the heart. ”

When Ji Yuan said this with a smile, Monk Huitong had just arrived outside the courtyard, and listened to Ji Yuan's words word for word, and was slightly stunned before entering the courtyard and entering the house.

"Mr. Ji is early, Gan Daxia is early. ”

"Master Huitong. "Master morning. ”

Gan Qingle saw that Monk Huitong was coming, and just now he was talking about the monk, and he felt a little embarrassed, and he knew that Master Huitong must have something to do when he came to Mr. Ji, so he took his leave first.

As soon as Gan Qingle left, Monk Huitong smiled helplessly.

"Sir, I know that you have great powers, even if you have insights into Buddhism, but how can Gan Daxia have such a high realm as you, how can you say that directly. ”

"Hey, Ji Mou is helping you, Gan Daxia has said it, not eating meat or drinking is no different from killing him, and I think he also has a good impression of Na Lu's waiter, how are you a big monk?"

"Good Ming King Buddha!"

Huitong monk can only be so Buddha horn, did not respond positively to Ji Yuan's words, he has been cultivating Buddha for nearly 100 years, a disciple confiscated, this time to see this Gan Qingle is extremely moved, its people seem to be unable to fight with the eight poles of Buddhism, but Huitong feels that it has Buddha nature.

"Mr. kind little monk understands, in fact, as Mr. said, the heart is quiet and not disturbed by evil desires, and what is the use of a little precept to restrain people's hearts. ”

Ji Yuan saw the solemn appearance of this handsome monk, and directly took out the Qiandou pot.

"The master is right, come, have a drink?"

"Mr. Ji......"

Huitong was helpless, he couldn't help but smile when he saw Ji Yuan like this, but he knew that this monk was actually a wonderful person, sometimes it was funny, and he couldn't guarantee that his mental activities were very exciting.

"Okay, okay, don't laugh, by the way, what reward does the emperor have for you?"

Huitong regained his solemn demeanor and shook his head with a smile.

"The Emperor of Tianbao Kingdom wants to canonize me as the Great Master of the Protector of the Country, and he also wants me to serve as the abbot of the Fayuan Temple, oh, and he also rewarded me with a thousand taels of gold and a lot of silk brocade and other things. ”

Publicly digging the foot of the wall, this is.

"The eldest princess is very angry, isn't she?"

She wasn't very angry, knowing that the little monk would definitely not be a so-called protector of the country for these people who came to the Heavenly Treasure Country. ”

Ji Yuan thought about it for a while and said very seriously.

"Actually, the eldest princess has a very smart heart......

Ji Yuan's words suddenly paused at this point, and his brows furrowed before he smiled.

"Mr. Ji, what's wrong?"

"Hehe, it's a bit interesting, the situation is unclear and Tu Yun's life and death are unknown, Ji didn't expect that someone would dare to enter Beijing to investigate at this time. ”

Listening to what Ji Yuan said, Huitong understood what kind of "person" Mr. Ji was referring to.

"Master, let's take a look. ”

The little monk should accompany him. ”

......

Because of this rain, the streets of the capital of Tianbao Kingdom are not densely populated, but the stalls that should be set up still have to be placed, and there are still a lot of people who should go to the street to buy things, and the things in the palace last night have been spread in the market early in the morning, although there is no impermeable wall in everything, but the speed is obviously too fast, but this kind of thing Ji Yuan and Huitong don't care, obviously it has something to do with the harem or the scheme.

Today, there are few customers, and a few vendors who set up sheds and stalls in the market have nothing to do, and they gather together to gossip.

"Hey, did you hear about last night?"

"What's the matter?" "Archmage Huitong, do you know?"

"It seems that he is a famous monk in Tingliang State, and he didn't enter Beijing a few days ago. ”

The vendor who picked up the topic at the beginning said excitedly.

"You only know one but you don't know the other, why did the emperor Zhao Huitong come here? Because there were monsters in the palace, which disturbed the palace and caused turmoil in the court, so Master Huitong was invited to collect the demons......!

"Oops!" "Is it ......" "Really?"

A young-looking, long-haired, bunless man passed by the stall, paused to listen for a moment, heard the vendors discuss enthusiastically, and then kept walking.

"Hey, it's a step too late......"

This young man was holding an umbrella, dressed in a white shirt, and had no extra accessories, and his face was very handsome, but he was always shrouded in a layer of haze, and his long hair was scattered in the eyes of ordinary people, which belonged to the rude appearance of a cape, but in this person, he looked very elegant, and no one else pointed at him, and not even many people seemed to notice him.

In the rain of the capital, the white-shirted guest walked step by step in the direction of the palace, to be precise, in the direction of the post station, and soon came to the street outside the post station.

People are not allowed to set up stalls here, and in addition, it is a rainy day, and there are almost no pedestrians, and even the sergeants who usually stand guard outside the post station area are also sheltering from the rain in the houses on the side.

The man held an umbrella and looked at the post station calmly, and not long after, in his sight, a monk in a white monk's robe strolled out and stood six or seven feet away from the man.

"Good Ming King Buddha, sowing good causes to get good results, doing evil things and being retributed, what does the donor think?"

The man holding the umbrella did not speak, looking at Huitong indifferently, in this monk, there is no too strong Buddhist divine light, but he can vaguely feel a strong Buddha nature, and he can accept Tu Yun, which seems to be hiding his own Buddhism.

"Monk, is Tu Yun still saved?"

Monk Huitong was actually very nervous at the moment, because the person opposite him couldn't feel the slightest power of divine light and demonic energy, and Bodhi Hui could only vaguely see a trace of white light, just like the light refracted by white clothes.

"Good Daming King Buddha, fortunately, Mr. Ji hasn't left yet!"

Huitong, who was nervous in his heart, looked like a solemn and calm treasure of Buddhism, and also replied in a flat tone.

"Master Tu is a fox demon, it is impossible for a poor monk to stay, and it has been included in the golden bowl seal, I am afraid it will be difficult to transcend. ”

The man holding the umbrella nodded, and slowly approached Huitong.

"I also have some friendship with Buddhism, give me the golden bowl, spare you from death. ”

Hui Tongxin jumped suddenly, suppressed the uneasiness of his body, and still stood steadily, folded his hands, and looked at the man calmly.

At this moment, a man in a wide-sleeved green shirt also walked from the post station with an umbrella and appeared next to Huitong, and the footsteps of the man in the white shirt opposite him paused.

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