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Yuzhang County is located in the south of the Zhoutian River, the land of Wufu people, fish and rice.

There is a small county in the county, named Jing'an, and the population tax revenue is less than the upper and more than the lower among the counties in the county.

The county respects the surname Yu, and the governance is stable and stable, neither two sleeves are clean, nor does it excessively disturb the people, and the official reputation is acceptable.

It was just one noon a month ago, in broad daylight, and a thunderous roar suddenly came from the private residence of the county magistrate behind the county government, which instantly spread throughout the city.

Immediately, a very old dragon claw locust tree in front of the courtyard gate broke off and collapsed a section of the courtyard wall.

Afterwards, the neighbors who lived nearby all swore that in addition to thunder, there were also the sounds of weapons colliding, chanting spells, and strange screams in Yu Xianzun's house at that time.

After that, the county lord closed his door and thanked the guests, and he did not sit in the hall for a month.

Naturally, the courtyard wall has been rebuilt, and the fallen old locust trees have been split into firewood.

However, in the hearts of the people of the county, the mansion and the county lord who lived in the mansion were all covered with a veil of mystery.

Some good deeds said that Yu Xianzun was transformed by a fish demon, and was discovered by a master outside the world, and he shot back to his original form, so he couldn't see people.

There are also legends that Yu Xianzun is a true immortal, who used a flying sword and divine thunder to kill the old locust tree spirit who had become a demon for a long time, and as a result, he was also greatly injured, so he closed his door to recuperate.

No matter what the truth is, in the month when the county lord was not on the council, the law and order in the county town was surprisingly good.

On this day, the sun is three poles, and the sky is clear.

A young monk dressed in a white coarse cloth robe and shoes entered the city.

The young monk looks ordinary, but his eyebrows and eyes are very pleasing to the eye, and his facial features are not necessarily good when viewed separately, but they are very harmonious together, which makes people feel kind and amiable.

His skin is very good, and it is very good here, not that it is white and red like women and children, but it is a little yellowish, but it is very soft, as warm as warm jade, and as bright and clear as moonlight.

He first begged for a bowl of water from a shop on the side of the street to drink, and then asked the county lord where he lived, and then walked in the direction of the county government in a hurry.

Whenever the people on the side of the road looked at this young monk with a peculiar temperament with curiosity, he would return the smile gently, but he would never stop at his feet.

It was not difficult to find the county government house in a small county town, and the young monk soon came to a mansion with a large tree stump in front of the courtyard.

He squatted on the ground and stared at the tree stump for a long time before knocking lightly on the courtyard door.

I don't know what he said to the old servant in the door, but after a while, the old servant who even stood in the way of the county officials and wealthy families who came to visit opened the courtyard door.

The young monk followed the old servant all the way into the inner hall and saw Yu Xianzun, who was almost held up to the altar by the people of Jing'an County.

Yu Yulin is in his early thirties, with a clear and civilized face, and wears an old green shirt, which is more like a teacher in comparison, rather than a parent official of Jing'an County who enjoys the support of a county and is in charge of hundreds of miles of water and soil.

His face was a little pale, but his eyebrows were stretched, his eyes were calm, he looked the young monk up and down, and said gently: "I heard that the little master is from the Garan Temple, known as the first supernatural in the Zhou Tian jungle?"

The young monk clasped his hands together: "The little monk is the monk of the Garan Temple, the Dharma number is the twelfth, and the temple is the Garan Bodhisattva dojo, but he does not dare to call it a miracle." ”

Yu Yulin showed a slight look of surprise, waved his hand and said: "The twelve little masters don't need to be polite, they came to the door today, I don't know what's going on?"

The twelve monks with a strange name smiled and said, "Come for the things hidden in the old acacia in front of the donor's door." ”

Yu Yulin's face changed greatly, as if he had thought of something, and said angrily: "You still dare to come!"

He rolled up the long sleeves of the green shirt, and saw a blue light fly out of it, shooting directly into the eyebrows of the twelve monks.

The twelve monks flew back, and at the same time drew a circle in front of him with his right hand, which was as round as a mirror, glowing with a clear white light, as clear as his complexion.

While!

The sound is like striking a bell.

Yu Yulin snorted angrily, and the blue light flew again, nailed to the full moon that appeared in the sky out of thin air.

The twelve monks rose into the air, holding the moon in their hands.

The full moon rippled like water, enveloping the green light like a swamp, and no matter how much it was urged, the green light couldn't move.

Qingguang, who lost his speed, revealed his true form, which was a small bronze Ge, only an inch long, with a simple shape, and his body was covered with years of patina.

The twelve monks still had the strength to spare, and opened their mouths to praise: "It is really amazing that you can control the weapon in a month, and the power is comparable to that of a grandmaster in the middle of the inspiration period! ”

He landed slowly, looked at Yu Xulin, whose face was even paler, and smiled: "Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand, the poor monk has no malice." ”

Saying that, he gently closed his hands, like kneading dough, and gathered the full moon in the palm of his hand, only twisting it slightly, and the full moon dissipated without a trace, which was very magical to look at.

Yu Yulin was a little surprised, and with a move of raising his hand, Bronze Ge flew back upside down and drilled into his sleeve.

He bowed to the twelve monks, and said apologetically: "Yu Meng Lang, the twelve masters forgive their sins." ”

The legendary aura incarnation is undoubtedly a Buddhist master, and it is well deserved to be called a master.

The young Twelve Masters turned sideways to avoid the salute of Yu Lin, and said with a smile: "The Dharma is not clear, so I dare not call it a teacher." However, today, I came to the door with a cheeky face and came to talk about the fate for the donor. ”

Yu Yulin was thoughtful, and did not wait to ask, but invited the twelve monks to sit down.

After the two of them sat opposite each other, and the old servant served the tea and retreated, he said quietly: "Please also ask the master to teach." ”

Twelve Dao: "The child holding the gold alone in the downtown is the way to die, does the donor think so?"

Yu Yulin nodded and asked, "Why can you save it? If you abandon it to the ground, wouldn't it be a pity?"

Twelve smiled and said, "It is better to choose Allah and offer it, a book of ten thousand benefits, wouldn't it be happy!"

Yu Yulin's eyes were bright, and he forced him to look at the twelve monks: "Who is Allah? or should it be dedicated to the Son of Heaven?"

Twelve eyes did not avoid, and said calmly: "Ao Mang!"

Yu Yulin shot the case, laughed angrily, and a trace of sickly flush appeared on his face: "Yu is just a small county, and it is really ridiculous that he has attracted a flood of masters and temple giants." Needless to say, the monk will do it!"

Twelve smiled and said, "Have you ever heard of the immortal post?"

Yu Yulin was stunned for a moment, not knowing why the twelve monks didn't kill themselves, but instead mentioned the immortal post, but still nodded and said: "Naturally, I have heard it, but it is just nonsense in the history of Shilinye." ”

Twelve shook his head and said, "After the incident a month ago, the donor still thinks so?"

Yu Yulin was in a trance for a moment, and hesitated: "The person who assassinated me a month ago was the Qi Xian Ti? But I, a small magistrate who has done nothing, and I haven't received the Qi Xian Ti, why did you kill me?"

According to the little monk's guess, that person originally just came to check on the warm blue blood Ge in Lao Huai, but he happened to hear the name of the donor, so he had a murderous intention. However, the artifact has a spirit, and for some reason it protects the donor. The Twelve Monks replied.

Yu Yulin was stunned for a moment, and said strangely: "Why did Yu's name lead to a catastrophe?"

The twelve monks smiled with emotion: "The person in charge of the immortal post is called the deacon of Bingbi, and the name of the donor is indeed taboo. ”

After all, the "Holy Chapter" is also circulated in the world, Yu Yulin thought about it slightly, and soon understood the key, and said angrily and angrily: "It's really ridiculous! It's really overbearing! But I don't know when they will come again to take someone's head?"

Twelve shook his head and said: "The artifact has a spirit, although it is not really a master, but it is driven by the donor, this is a talisman, and the immortal post will have scruples." And in the eyes of the little monk, the donor is expected to receive the immortal post in a few decades, I am afraid that when the donor reaches the limit in the future, the immortal post will take back the donor's life and the blue blood together. ”

Yu Yulin was a little stunned, he really couldn't understand what these eccentric monks were thinking in their hearts, the only thing he knew was that his life was temporarily saved, and the twelve monks in front of him were obviously reckless lobbyists.

He sat down again, bowed his head and muttered for a long time, before he looked up at the twelve monks and said, "Whether you are making your own decisions or getting Ao Mang's instructions, today's matter, Yu Mou swore that he would never say anything to a third person." However, the gentleman has done something and has not done anything, and he has disobeyed it, and he will not dare to obey it!"

The twelve monks got up regretfully, nodded to Yu Yulin, and left straight under the complicated gaze of the other party, without saying a word.

Noon is approaching, and the warm winter sun is dazzlingly bright.

The twelve monks walked out of the courtyard gate of Yu Yulin's private residence, looked up at the brilliant sun, and muttered: "Master, you said that you saw Zhou Tian on the Lotus Peak as if you were looking at the pattern in your palm, and the disciple went down the peak, only to know that the day was out of reach. ”

The twelve monks, who looked like young people but became grandmasters, did not leave Jing'an County, but came to a small temple in the northern suburbs of the county seat.

This small temple without even a name enshrines a stone-carved reclining Buddha, the small temple is narrow and cramped, the reclining Buddha has the east wall on his head and his feet on the west wall, which is very hard and aggrieved.

The age of the temple can not be examined, and the villagers are used to calling the reclining Buddha in the temple the Buddha, because the old people say that there is a Buddha first and then there is a temple, and this Buddha is running by himself, so we didn't invite him.

Looking at the temple gate, the young monk suddenly turned around and faced the direction of the county seat, folded his salutes, and said softly: "The predecessors forgive their sins, and the artifact can only be inhabited by the virtuous, and the little monk will never dare to touch it." Yu Yulin didn't listen to me, there will be many disasters in the future, and the little monk is willing to protect him for three years to atone for his sins. ”

"Don't you dare to get involved? Bi Xuege is an artifact, and Jiangshan Sheji is even more an artifact! You thieves are growing more and more. ”

A thunderous roar exploded in the ears of the twelve monks.

"Do you want to avoid death in three years? The little monk is stupid when he reads the scriptures?"

The twelve monks were still calm, and said respectfully: "It's just three years." ”

After the three words, his face suddenly turned pale, his eyes were red with blood and tears, but the breath of his whole body was like the rising tide of the sea, rising rapidly.

"Lotus Peak is really a group of crazy people, no matter what, just give Miaozhu a face, three years for three years!"

The breath of the twelve monks receded like a tide, turned around directly, and stepped into the temple gate.

There is only one elderly monk in the temple, who is struggling to survive on the meager sesame oil money. The previous exchange outside the temple did not reach his ears at all.

The twelve monks stepped in, and two lines of red blood and tears were still flowing on their amiable faces, just like a Buddha who was sympathetic to the suffering of the world, and he did not feel the slightest sadness, but added a little compassion.

He saluted the old monk, then pinched the Dharma seal with his left hand, pinched out a lifelike white lotus, and drew a circle in the air with his right hand, drawing a round of bright full moon out of thin air.

The old monk stood up in shock, knelt down to the twelve monks, threw himself to the ground, and bowed.

"The little monk is sincere, welcome to the ancestor of the White Lotus, and the Nan Wu Garan Bodhisattva!"