There was not a single light in this dark cage, and no sound could be heard.

Lu Heng touched the surroundings, the iron plate was tightly sealed, and the joints were tightly buckled. He swung his sword, only to hear the sound of a bell, and a few sparks splashed in the darkness, and then disappeared. He reached out and touched it, and the iron plate was cut out half an inch deep, but it was far from penetrating.

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Lu Heng actually lay down on the iron plate and fell asleep.

That's him, and there's no other person in the world who does that. But then again, when it comes to this situation, what can you do without sleeping?

However, the dream was not stable. One moment it was the Qionglou Jade Pavilion in the Heavenly Palace, and the other moment it was the vast blue waves in the sea; he dreamed that Gu Hanyue took Jin Dan and left him, but the wind and waves overturned the building boat, and a strange big fish swallowed her. He also dreamed that he was walking barefoot on the snow with his dog in his arms, getting farther and farther away from him.

Then he dreamed of a strange world.

The world is a huge chessboard, full of chess pieces coming and going. They were all right, but suddenly they took up their spears and fought each other.

At first it was a battle between red and black. But then, red and red, black and black, all of them fought together.

After a long time, the world was quiet, and the dead soldiers were piled up, lying across the vast Chu River and Han borders. There was no bloodshed in this war, because they were nothing more than wooden pawns.

Suddenly, at the end of the chessboard, there were five monsters. They glow with phosphorescence and turn into fierce flames, blazing.

In the firelight, countless spiders scurried and hissed, and dust-like webs fell from the sky......

This dream is disorganized and unsettling. And most importantly: it's getting hotter.

Lu Hengmeng opened his eyes, the temperature did not come from dreams, but from the iron plate under himself. It's getting a little hot now.

Lu Heng came to the junction of the iron plate, although the needle could not be inserted into the water and splashed out, but the smoke could float in.

He lifted his nose and sniffed it all out. The enemy did not dare to confront him, so they lit a fire outside and burned him to death without much effort.

Good one, baked into a pile of charcoal. It's scary to think about.

But Lu Heng didn't have so many ideas. He performed the gecko swimming wall, sticking his body to the edge of the iron plate like a sticky pancake, although the difference was not much, but it was still somewhat cooler here.

He just leaned on it so leisurely, ready to be a moment by moment. If you really can't hold on, just give up.

For him, death was a matter of indifference.

He was just curious, where do people go after they die? Will they go to the underworld to see the king of Hades, as the common people often say, and then devote themselves to another life, or will they return to heaven and earth, and they will be invisible, without thinking or knowing, or will everything come to an abrupt end and return to nothingness?

In Lu Heng's opinion, no matter which one is accepted, it is acceptable.

The smell of something burning in the darkness was the corner of his coat or his boots.

That's it, Lu Heng thought.

However, after a long time, the temperature in the iron prison not only did not rise, but fell. When Lu Heng was secretly wondering, the iron plate collapsed, revealing a hazy sky and snowflakes.

At this moment, he was actually a little disappointed.

Naturally, it was the mud bodhisattva who rushed over. She grabbed the corner of Lu Heng's clothes, her hands trembled slightly, and she lowered her head and said, "Buddha, the disciple is willing to chant the sutra 108,000 times to repay you for saving Lu Lang's great kindness......"

Lu Heng looked around, the mud bodhisattva mobilized a rescue team of hundreds of people, and this formation was enough to extinguish a fire of considerable scale. He also saw the abbot of Niuwang Temple. It turned out that the monk was from the tower and saw what was happening below and asked for help.

Lu Heng smiled at him and said, "Monk, thank you." ”

The abbot hurriedly knelt down: "You must not say that. The little monk still believes that there is a true Bodhi in the world. Look here—" He pointed around, and the trees within a dozen feet had long since burned to the ground, leaving only scorched earth.

"Who can hold back such a fire except the Bodhisattva of the Flesh? When we first came, the iron plate was all baked red, and everyone thought you were dead. But behold, thou hast come out unscathed, and this ...... Isn't this a bodhisattva?"

He looked back at the crowd and asked, "Are you right?"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and replied, "Exactly!"

The mud bodhisattva realized that this was an excellent publicity opportunity, and immediately wiped away his tears and said, "The big guy has also seen Venerable Lu's supernatural powers. His previous reluctance to serve as the sect master was forced by the time of heaven, and if he reluctantly agreed, he would bring ten times more severe karmic retribution for the White Tiger. Today he has borne the karma with his own body, and everyone should be grateful to him!"

That's a good explanation. After everyone present went back, they publicized the matter, and the bad influence of Lu Heng abandoning his position and leaving really disappeared a lot.

At this time, the monks and soldiers had already carried the corpses of the rebels, no more, no less, a full twelve.

The mud bodhisattva calmed down and said to Lu Heng: "Come, look!"

She lifted the corpse's clothes, revealing the red scorpion tattoo on the corpse. But after rubbing it vigorously a few times, the gorgeous patterns fell off one after another, and it turned out to be painted.

Lu Heng said: "What's the matter, these people are not scimitar dead soldiers?"

Mud Bodhisattva said: "That's right. Although these people are powerful, the real scimitar dead man did not show up. Not only that, but I'm sure everything that happened today was an assassination attempt against you personally.

When the abbot told me that you were the last one to chase forward, I knew who you had met.

It was an ancient profession, secret and evil, called a 'soul master'. ”

"Soul Master?"

"Yes, these people are from the Western Regions, and they are somewhat similar to the Han Chinese monks. It's just that they don't study how to prolong life and live forever, but they focus on demagoguery and manipulation of gods and ghosts. Among them, many people with extraordinary abilities are quite appreciated by the kings of the Western Regions, and they are not a problem to pay homage to the prime minister. ”

Lu Heng smiled: "Then it's troublesome now, the scimitar dead man has not been solved, and such a character has emerged again." It's even harder to be safe. I don't think it's better to simply cancel the exhibition of Buddha statues, wouldn't it cure both the symptoms and the root causes?"

The mud bodhisattva said: "Then how can it be done." Now that Baihu is in an eventful season, there are faint signs of internal fragmentation, and if the Buddha statue exhibition is canceled again, it is only afraid that the opposition will make a big fuss. Our White Tiger has been divided for hundreds of years in the past, and it was not easy to be unified, but we can't go back to the old way. ”

She shook her head: "The Buddha exhibition will definitely be held as scheduled." I'll figure out the rest. It's too dangerous, you leave it alone. ”

Lu Heng pondered for a moment and said, "I think you should check your own people." If there is no internal response, the layout will not be so meticulous this time. ”

The mud bodhisattva sighed: "That's true. It's just that whether this person is inside or outside is completely unclear. But what is certain is that I was pulled into this game after all. ”

She instructed again uneasily: "Don't worry about this matter, I will send you to your friend as agreed after the New Year." ”

Lu Heng said: "Oh." He turned around and left.

But don't look at it, he has already made up his mind to prevent this disaster on the fifteenth day of the lunar month.

Lu Heng is no longer the demon in the extralegal land.

The fifteenth day of the lunar month is approaching in a blink of an eye, and it is snowing heavily on this day.

Just two days ago, there were suddenly many monks and soldiers in disguise on the streets of Jinguancheng. They searched from house to house in the guise of ordinary people. When he saw the suspicious person, he immediately took it away, without the slightest hesitation.

In the past, this kind of thing was directed at the Han people. But this time, the soldiers changed their temperament and only grabbed the Hu people in the Western Regions. Many Han people gloated, wishing to see their infighting.

Count nine in the cold winter, and it gets dark early. Coupled with the heavy snowfall, the lights were lit in Jinguan City just after the unitary hour.

One elaborate Buddha statue after another began to be pushed into the streets. Moreover, Han people also believe in Buddhism, and many people also take this opportunity to pray for their families.

This is really an empty alley, and the candles are shining with expectant faces one after another.

At this time, it is a busy scene in Daci Temple. In addition to preparing incense and candles to entertain guests, the monks also have to prepare for the big Buddha on display this year.

This year's Buddha statue was made by 64 craftsmen. Different from previous years, this is a group of portraits, depicting the beautiful scenery of Maitreya Buddha speaking in the Tushi Heavenly Palace.

But when I saw that his tongue was bright and the golden lotus, when he talked about the wonders, the sky was full of flowers, and the truths were revealed, and the bhikshus were determined to bow to each other, and the scene was magnificent.

This rare work of art depicts more than 800 vivid figures, hundreds of buildings, plus mountains, trees and other objects, which are more than two feet high and one foot six feet wide.

What's even more wonderful is that when the time comes, the flame bearer lights the lamp twist. The pavilions will be bright. The miniature lampshades carved from gemstones behind the Maitreya Buddha emit a colorful light, bathing people in a sense of sacredness and peace.

This masterpiece has not yet been exhibited to be famous, many Central Plains monks have also come to visit, ready to see the style, Daci Temple's worship post can not be received, everyone is so busy that the back of the head is hit.

Of course, this is only on the bright side. The other team is on a special mission at the moment, and is still strictly investigating the whole city.

The Hu people in Jinguan City, as long as they were the slightest suspicious, were almost all "invited" by them - the name was "celebrating the Buddha's Day", but in fact it was no different from house arrest.

Of course, this is also a helpless move, and they have no other way. In order to spend the Buddha Festival safely, these monks and soldiers did not hesitate to offend the countries of the Western Regions and forcibly detain people, but they still did not dare to be careless.

Others are happy about the holidays, but they are scared, as if they have passed, which is pitiful enough.

The mud bodhisattva sat alone in the abbot, refused all the guests, and planned today's layout in his heart. She has already done everything that should be done, and she will only know when midnight comes.

As the saying goes, it is in man to make things happen, and she can't control that much.

Speaking of which, it seems that he hasn't seen Lu Heng all day today, where has he been?

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Chapter 128: Jincheng Buddha Light