After a heavy rain, it was a sunny day.

Wang Yi, who had changed into dry clothes, walked on the street and raised his hand to cover the somewhat dazzling sun in the sky. Wang Yi pursed his pale lips, he had not yet come out of the news of Wu Qi's death. However, Wang Yi, who has been accustomed to life and death since he was a child, is just a little sad.

There are not many people who remember the Youzhou case back then.

Wu Qi's body had just been buried on a high ground, which was only a few miles away from Chang'an City, but the whole picture of Chang'an City could be seen clearly, Wang Yi wanted Wu Qi to look at Chang'an City after his death, and see how the remaining three of them took revenge. Wang Yi specially bought funeral supplies for Wu Qi, and several of them did not live very well before his death, so Wang Yi bought a lot of gold ingots and let Wu Qi use them underground.

Walking on the street, Wang Yi looked at the empty and unmanned street, he knew that today was the day of the debate of the three religions, although he knew that the people of Chang'an City had run to watch the debate of the three religions today, but it was not empty on the street, and now walking on this street was a little silent and terrifying.

Wang Yi's body trembled subconsciously, and instinctively pulled out the embroidered spring knife that he put on his waist when he went out, always vigilant about everything around him, the starlight slowly flowed, and he could react in time if he moved slightly.

A figure suddenly appeared in the sky, bathing in the sun, holding a stick, walking in the direction of Wang Yi.

After the visitor walked in, Wang Yi saw clearly that it was the master of dust cessation that he met when he returned to Chang'an City.

Master Jiechen also didn't expect to meet Wang Yi here, and the two people who met again were very happy.

The monk recited a Buddha name and said to Wang Yi: "Master Wang, I haven't seen you for a long time, but it's okay." ”

I don't know why I saw Master Jiechen, the sadness in Wang Yi's heart just now suddenly dissipated a lot, Wang Yi bent down and returned the salute, and asked Jiechen: "It's not good, but depending on the direction of the master, this is to leave Chang'an City?"

Jiechen nodded, took the Zen staff in his hand, and glanced ahead, "The quarrel is over, and the poor monk will naturally go back to the Little Buddha Temple." ”

"Do you want to send the master out of the city, the nearest Chang'an City is a little uneven. ”

Master Jiechen squinted, glanced around, waved his hand at Wang Yi, and rejected Wang Yi's proposal, "Lord Wang's kindness is well received, but when it comes to going out of the city, the poor monk should go by himself." ”

Since Jiechen rejected his kindness, Wang Yi had no choice but to stop insisting and bid farewell to Jiechen, "Then the master will go all the way, and I won't send the master to the city gate in the future." ”

Jiechen nodded, as it should be, and then took the Zen staff and was about to embark on the journey again, when suddenly, a crossbow arrow shot out from the wall next to him, shooting straight at Jiechen.

Wang Yi shouted badly, and immediately pounced on Jiechen, but Jiechen gently caught Wang Yi, and then turned around, handed out the Zen staff in his hand, and took the crossbow arrow

Pick and fly.

Wang Yi, who landed on the ground, frowned, and hurriedly pulled Jiechen to hide, but Jiechen was like a pillar, standing in place and refusing to go away.

"Master, hide with me. ”

Jiechen shook his head, his expression was firm, there was no trace of panic in his clear eyes, and he shouted to the surroundings: "Everyone, this matter has nothing to do with this benefactor, can you let him." ”

A laugh suddenly sounded around the street, and then the buildings on the street were filled with countless men in black, the leader of whom stood on the road in front of him, blocking the way.

"Master, you can't protect yourself, and you still have the mood to care about the lives and deaths of others?"

Ignoring the threat in the man's words, Jiechen said for a long time, "Can you spare this donor?"

The leader man laughed, pointed to Jiechen and Wang Yi and said: "Master, not to mention whether he has anything to do with you, whether he is from the Buddhist family or not, just because he is Wang Yi, it is impossible for him to get out alive." ”

Jiechen let out a long sigh, shook his head helplessly, folded his hands in front of Wang Yi, and apologized: "It's a matter of affecting the king's donor." ”

When Wang Yi heard the words of the leader man, he knew that he would die today, so he immediately turned sideways to avoid the salute of quitting the dust, and untied the burden on his back, which was his rain-soaked clothes, Wang Yi did not throw them away, because they were the clothes that Qin Keqing sewed on the day and night when he left, and he wanted to treasure them.

Wang Yi is not surprised by this kind of thing, he has not experienced it when he first came to Chang'an City, "The master doesn't have to be like this, the other party is also rushing down, although I don't know what the reason is, but it doesn't matter, Wang Yi doesn't know how much he has experienced since he entered Chang'an City." ”

Jiechen will sit down slowly, put the Zen staff on his legs, and turn his back to Wang Yi, "The donor is going to go to Huangquan with the poor monk today, but it's a pity." ”

Wang Yi laughed and said with some pleasure: "To be able to go on the road with a monk like the master, I believe that the Buddha may consider staying in the Buddha realm." ”

Jiechen smiled, took out the Buddha beads stained with his own blood from his arms, Wang Yi looked at it, and the Buddha beads were actually golden blood stains, which was the embodiment of the Taoist monks in the Buddha's family.

"Donor, a star monarch is a little underestimating the poor monk. ”

The man in charge was just about to say something, when he heard someone behind him say heartily: "Don't blame the master, come down and give the master a ride." ”

The person who spoke walked out, and the person who came came with a whisk in his hand, dressed in a purple robe, and his face was heroic.

"The donor doesn't look like a real Taoist. ”

Jiechen looked at the person who came, and recalled in his mind that the Taoist priests he had seen, whether it was Longhu Mountain or Wudang Mountain, did not have this person, so he dared to act like this in Chang'an City, he must have a great background.

"The purple robe of the donor's body is only in the national teacher's mansion

There should be a place for your Excellency. ”

The person who came laughed, touched his beard, and the dust in his hand fluttered in the wind, "He is worthy of being a wise master of dust cessation, but I won't admit it." ”

"Although I also admire the master's feats in the Spring and Autumn Period, but forgive me for being rude, someone said that the master could not get out of Chang'an City, so I had to understand the master's Buddhism King Kong. ”

Jiechen smiled, his face was kind, he stopped talking, and slowly lowered his head. The Taoist snorted coldly, waved out the dust in his hand, and flew towards the ring dust.

Jiechen's body began to glow slowly, and countless scriptures flew out of Jiechen's mouth, confronting the dust, and the dust was never allowed to enter the four zhang around Jiechen, hovering in the air.

Then the dust began to fly towards the Taoist, and when the Taoist saw this, his feet were bent, and he carried the starlight to meet him.

Rumble.

The Daoist's body flew out two hundred zhang upside down, leaving two deep marks on the ground and disappearing.

"Everybody, release the arrows, release the arrows. ”

The black-clothed men standing on top of the surrounding buildings drew their bows and shot arrows one after another, countless crossbow arrows struck like heavy rain, Jiechen's eyelids were slightly raised, and all the scriptures in his mouth flew out, protecting Wang Yi and himself.

All of a sudden, the two sides confronted each other, and no one could help the other.

However, at the moment when the Dharma of Quit Dust is exhausted, it is the death period of Wang Yi and Qu Chen, Wang Yi's small true life, where is the opponent of so many people.

At the same time, the mountain gate of a temple with flourishing incense was slowly opened, and an elderly monk walked out of it, glanced back at the plaque of "Big Buddha Temple", and then walked down the mountain brazenly, accompanied by his eldest disciple, now the abbot of the Big Buddha Temple.

"Master, I really want to go down the mountain to Chang'an City and save Uncle Jiechen. ”

The old monk walked down the mountain step by step, glanced at the big disciple beside him, and then shook his sleeves, "The dispute between the big and small Zen sects is an internal matter of my Buddhist family, how did the small Buddha Temple and the big Buddha Temple quarrel and move, do you see that the master and the old guy who quit the dust have made a move?"

"But if outsiders bully me that there is no one in the Buddhists, then I have to tell them that the Buddhists not only have the anger of King Kong who quits dust, but also the roar of the old man's lion. ”

Outside Chang'an City, on the road to the south, there was a monk who had just woken up from the small Buddha Temple and used his life to cultivate in a hurry.

Monk Zhishen stood only ten miles away from Chang'an City, stopped, gasping for breath, the cloth shoes on his feet were rotten, revealing the soles of his feet stained with blood, and Monk Zhishen didn't know it.

Monk Zhishen looked at Chang'an City in the distance, if the master had an accident this time, then he would feel guilty and uneasy in his life, and he would not be drinking.

At the same time, the second gentleman on Wudang Mountain braved the wind and rushed to Chang'an City.