Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 233 Occupy Xingliang's Safe Place

The abbot’s meditation abode is built on the hillside of the Zhusheng Xitan Temple facing Manyue Peak. When you look up through the window, you can see the distant view alone. Bone exposure is included, but Yu Feng's edges are as sharp as shaved.

"Master, the old monk has something to report."

At this time, there were many tourists in the temple, and the usual bustling scene was restored, but the abbot Hongbian locked himself in the meditation room all day long, not seeing or hearing.

Until today, the oldest Chan Master Dajing in the temple rushed to knock on the door, and the abbot’s Zen room seemed to have recovered the traces of time. At this time, more than two inches of ashes had accumulated in the incense burner. It is caused by burning incense and praying day and night.

Monk Dajing took a quick glance, then lowered his eyes.

From Abbot Hongbian's behavior, he seemed to sense a trace of inexplicable terror. Even though Abbot Hongbian pretended to be extremely calm with years of practice, Monk Dajing understood that such behavior of self-locking in the husband's room was not only not The confident performance revealed the fear of external unstable factors.

It all started when a few people entered Jizu Mountain Yin to save people.

A day and a night have passed, and Jizu Shanyin seems to have some kind of magical power, which can swallow all the news from foreign objects. Jiang Wen, Master Anren, Miaobao Dharma King, and Pinzhao have disappeared for a day and a night. But the passage of time outside did not stop because of this, on the contrary everything continued as usual.

Besides, Monk Dajing could vaguely guess what the abbot was afraid of.

In the position of walking on thin ice as the abbot of Xitan Temple, all fears are taken for granted, just like walking on the top of a mountain trembling, if you are not careful, you will be crushed to pieces.And the Mu family, which is behind the Xitan Temple, is now in dire straits, and there is a danger of overturning if there is any disturbance.

Originally, according to the instructions of Abbot Hongbian, the main purpose of Xitan Temple at this time is to "empty the outside but actually the inside", so as to respond to all changes without change, so as to prevent people from seeing the flaws. After all, whether it is "36 Tiangang monks" or " "Huayan Great Repentance Sutra" can only protect temporary gains and losses, and the real threat is peeking around, and it has never disappeared.

But just like he came here this time, there are always some factors in the world that will change too much to be out of control, and it must be dealt with by Abbot Hongbian himself to be safe.

"Amitabha. Elder Dajing, what happened?"

Just as the monk Dajing expected, Abbot Hongbian, who was chanting sutras with his eyes closed cross-legged on the couch, opened his eyes full of red bloodshot eyes. His voice seemed weak.

Seeing that the presiding officer was so haggard, Monk Dajing seemed unable to bear to bother him with mundane matters, but he hesitated again and again, and finally heaved a heavy sigh, his old and haggard appearance was particularly conspicuous.

"Master, the Pingxi Palace sent people here again today. This time it is Wu Sangui's subordinate, Wu Zhimao, who is known as one of the top ten generals, and the men he brought here are aggressive."

Abbot Hongbian frowned deeply, lost in thought.

"Wu Zhimao..."

"Strange, the imperial court named him the general soldier of Sichuan a few days ago, shouldn't he take the post immediately? Why did he take a detour to come to Jizu Mountain..."

Although Abbot Hongbian has lived in the mountains for a long time, he has made friends with many high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and he is not ignorant of the affairs of the court, so he went straight to the key point and solved the problem.

This person shouldn't be here.

Wu Sangui, who went deep into Yunnan, still has many generals and has long been feared by the Qing court. Therefore, even if King Pingxi is about to go to Burma to pursue Yongli, he will still be exploited by layers of power.

Among them, in order to win over and divide Wu Sangui and his generals, the Qing court not only added officials to him, but also successively promoted his generals Wang Fuchen to be the admiral of Shaanxi, Li Benshen to be the admiral of Guizhou, Wu Zhimao to be the general of Sichuan, Ma Bao, Wang Pingfan, Ten people including Wang Xu were the General Army of Yunnan.

But even though the Qing court had resorted to various means, it still seemed unable to prevent Wu Sangui from dominating Yunnan and Guizhou. For example, Wu Zhimao who came here was from Jinzhou, Liaoning, and was the backbone of the generals of Guan Ning. It has long been their instinct to hold a group for warmth. Now that the new official is helping Wu Sangui as soon as he takes office, it has already shown his loyal attitude.

"Amitabha, the old monk heard that this General Wu was ordered by King Pingxi to persuade the concubine to become a monk. There may be hidden secrets in it, but it is a big matter, and I dare not make a judgment."

Monk Dajing also honestly expressed his thoughts. As long as the Pingxi Palace is involved, there will be worries about the collapse of the Xitan Temple. Therefore, no matter what the reason for the other party is, Monk Dajing dare not Make up your own mind.

Abbot Hongbian turned the rosary with his fingers and recited the Heart Sutra softly, his tired eyes once again revealed the color of thought.

"It may not be without reason. Princess Pingxi has indeed proposed to the old monk that she wants to go to Jizu Mountain to build a nunnery to practice. But at this time, such rumors are really weird..."

It is difficult for ordinary outsiders to find out the inside story of Prince Pingxi's mansion, let alone the quarrel between Prince Pingxi and his concubine.Wu Zhimao, the General Soldier of Sichuan, as a family general, at this time blatantly revealed that his intention to come was in conflict with the palace, but it was a bit of an attempt to cover up.

After thinking for a while, Abbot Hongbian asked again, "By the way, among the masters who came to Pingxi Palace earlier, is there a swordsman with a Liaodong accent?"

"Well, it's true."

Monk Dajing raised his head suddenly, and connected his hands to form a line in front of him, as if he wanted to understand the context, "The host means..."

However, Abbot Hongbian pressed his hands falsely and decisively stopped the words that the Dajing monk was about to say.

"Amitabha, everything hasn't happened yet, it's all speculation by the old monk. Hey, is there anything else you need to come here today?"

The sandalwood is fragrant in the abode, and the Buddha statues hanging on the wall are silent. The sun shines on the calligraphy and paintings of literary celebrities behind Abbot Hongbian, as if waiting for someone to break the tranquility.

Monk Dajing stroked his bosom with his dead bark-like palm for a moment, then took out a neatly folded letter paper and put it on the desk.

"At noon today, the Kagyu sect's Zanshan and the guardian lama sent this letter, proposing to start the second battle of martial arts tonight."

There seemed to be the sound of drums coming from the void. Monk Dajing obviously noticed that Abbot Hongbian's breathing stopped for a beat, his eyes were full of disbelief, and then he asked eagerly.

"What?? Could it be that Dharma King Miaobao has returned from Jizu Shanyin?!"

It is no wonder that Abbot Hongbian thought so, because His Holiness Miaobao is the soul of the Kagyu Sect on this trip. If His Holiness Miaobao had not made a comeback, the Kagyu Sect should not have had such confidence.

So at that moment, Abbot Hongbian, the words "long nights and many dreams" quickly appeared in his mind, and a series of worst-case scenarios quickly emerged-these are also hidden dangers that kept him awake at night.

Originally, because of Luo Shuang'er's disappearance, Dharma King Miaobao proposed to go to the mountain to search for it, so as to put aside the feud between Xitan Temple and the Kagyu sect. Some people want to fish in troubled waters, but they also worry about being used as a gun.

But now that the Kagyu faction suddenly proposed to continue the fight, Abbot Hongbian immediately thought of whether he and Jiang Wen were caught in a serial conspiracy.

The important thing is that if Dharma King Miaobao really comes back, then the other few people may be in danger.

To make matters worse, if Dharma King Miaobao is a treacherous and evil person, then Xitan Temple will lose the two great helpers of Master Anren and Jiang Wen, and there is even a photo representing the Mu family. All foreign aid will be hit hard.

Abbot Hongbian was heartbroken, he couldn't figure out that there were three people on his side against only one person, yet he would be plotted so that the entire army would be wiped out...

"Amitabha, presiding officer, Miaobao Dharma King has not returned, I am afraid that someone else proposed to continue the fight this time..."

Monk Dajing hurriedly explained, and finally pulled Abbot Hongbian back from the brink of remorse.

"There was no news of the few people who entered the mountain in the shadow of Jizu Mountain. Only the red light flashed in the valley last night. We sent people to search in many places outside, but still did not find any news about them. From this point of view, King Miaobao has never returned to China. The possibility of Yan San Temple."

But contrary to Monk Dajing's expectations, Abbot Hongbian did not breathe a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Abbot Hongbian slowly closed his eyes, as if he wanted to use the boundless Dharma to dispel the nightmare lingering in his heart.The sandalwood in the room wafted through the heart, but for a long time, Abbot Hongbian could not get comfort from this misfortune. Fortunately, he finally calmed down and continued to speak.

"Amitabha, if it wasn't for the return of Dharma King Miaobao, then the only variable in this matter must be related to the visit of Sichuan General Wu Zhimao... Elder Dajing, you think so too, right?"

Monk Dajing nodded. The accumulated life experience made him not fainted due to old age, and he saw the connection that others hadn't noticed at the critical moment.

If these two events happened separately, it would not be dangerous even if they were called paradoxical, but if they happened at the same time, the crisis contained in them would be magnified exponentially, and it would most likely turn into a black hole that could swallow the entire Jizu Mountain .

"Master, I don't know how to deal with it now? The old monk is old, but we at Xitan Temple will definitely work together to tide over the difficulties."

Zen Master Dajing looked at the presiding officer who also had fine wrinkles on his face, and suddenly recalled the appearance of Hongbian who had just succeeded him 20 years ago.

At that time, Xitan Temple was in the same situation with internal and external troubles, and everyone in the temple felt that it would collapse. Only the eyes of the new abbot were full of determination, and he ran around alone with the master's order, and finally passed the most difficult time. when.

The mainstay at that time is now old, and Zen Master Dajing felt a pain in his heart. He didn't know whether Xitan Temple's persistence in these years was still meaningful, and he didn't know whether Abbot Hongbian could still carry everything.

"Let's open Fayun Pavilion tonight."

The old monk Dajing was stunned when he heard the words, as if he didn't understand what the other party said, but his ears were not working well, but his eyes were still clear, and he clearly noticed the look of resolute death and life in Abbot Hongbian's eyes.

Only at that moment, the old abbot in front of him seemed to have returned to the difficult time when he was independent and accepted orders in the face of danger. The purlins, rafters and roof tiles of the entire Xitan Temple were all on him, but the abbot Hongbian ignored him. Apart from the boundless Dharma, there is only one way to live with all your strength.

"Grand Cleansing, the Kagyu faction suddenly launched an attack at this time. It was nothing more than trying to scare the snake and expose our flaws. The other party had intentional calculations and no intentions. Tonight's fight is afraid that there will be too many people. We will simply proceed as usual without informing the people in Jizu Mountain. Four Lords of Tranquility——If this catastrophe is really coming, we, Xitan Temple, will deal with it with all our strength!"

After explaining slowly, Abbot Hongbian stood up immediately, holding the table with his hands to stabilize his precarious figure, trying his best to show the majesty of a treasured appearance that a great virtuous monk should have, and then added.

"Also, let the monks go to Jizu Shanyin to search again. At this time, more efforts will give us a glimmer of hope. No matter who we can find in the end, it will be a rare help after all."

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The sky soon darkened, only the tall pippala trees and syringa trees beside the road of Yu Temple were swaying, and the monks of Xitan Temple walked outside the Fayun Pavilion, bringing sesame oil lamps and candles to illuminate the inside and outside.

The pilgrims vaguely sensed that there was going to be a feast tonight in the Fayun Pavilion, but the monks at the entrance of the Fayun Pavilion stood in a row, politely rejecting the requests of the pilgrims to go to watch the ceremony.

The statue of Buddha in the main hall is sitting in lotus position, with the left hand placed horizontally on the left foot, which is called "Dingyin", which means meditation; the right hand is straight and drooping, called "Touching the Earth", which means that Sakyamuni was in the past life before enlightenment. Sacrificing one's own leader and brain for the sake of all living beings, all this can only be proved by the earth, because these are all things done on the earth.

The downcast Buddha looked at the scene in the Fayun Pavilion with cold eyes. One side was of course the abbot of Xitan Temple, Master Hongbian. He sat cross-legged on the futon with several respected elders in the temple. They seemed to be closing their eyes and resting their minds, preparing for the coming fighting method.

The person who came later, Ma Linlin Xuanxuan, was the bodyguard of Prince Pingxi's mansion. Naturally, Princess Pingxi, who was wearing a gauze hat to cover her face, was accompanied by the ugly maid with half of her face severely disfigured.

It's just that this time, Princess Pingxi was taciturn, and there was an extra seven-foot tall man wearing a general's men's uniform on the oblique side, blocking the prying eyes of outsiders like a screen, and occupying the remaining Not much space.

"Master Hongbian, I am here according to Prince Pingxi's will. I am here today to guard the safety of the princess, so don't worry about me."

Wu Zhimao, the Sichuan general, glanced around, staring at Xitan Temple and his party with piercing eyes, and then added in a rough voice, "But if anyone dares to threaten the safety of the princess, then don't blame Wu for being arrogant and unreasonable."

Abbot Hongbian smiled slightly: "Mr. Wu is serious. There are monks who can't hold swords and guns on this Jizu mountain. How can someone harm the princess? But the saber on the waist of the commander is shining brightly. Be careful."

Seeing that the monk had hit a soft nail, Wu Zhimao, the general soldier of Sichuan, snorted coldly, turned his head and said: "Hmph, when Wu came here, he listened to the prince's confession. There are many martial arts masters living in seclusion in Xitan Temple. The four masters are all broken, so I must treat you three points, in my opinion, even if you are a monk, you may not be powerless."

Abbot Hongbian was already prepared, shook his head and sighed: "Amitabha, our Buddhist disciples only practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies. The so-called martial arts level is just a common opinion. Ruthless, you must shed rivers of blood for the sake of being number one or number two."

Abbot Hongbian seems to be talking about martial arts people, but he is actually referring to the Pingxi Palace that bought the martial arts people, and even the generals of Liaodong who raised soldiers and horses to conquer everywhere.

Wu Zhimao originally wanted to say that these monks may not be good people, but Abbot Hongbian pointedly said that he might not be good, but you people who eat with knives must be bad people. If you really want to eliminate the risk, start with the suicide of the Pingxi Palace Bar.

Although such words are suspected of being unreasonable, but Wu Zhimao has a murderous career in the first place. He wanted to get angry, but he immediately understood that this was a trap dug by the old monk. He clearly wanted to provoke him to do it. The palace is gone.

"Hmph, it's not Wu who came to fight today, it's useless to talk more!"

After this verbal confrontation, although Wu Zhimao was very angry, he did not dare to be violent in the Great Hall in front of Princess Pingxi, so he stopped talking murderously, and turned his head to see the main door of the Great Hall suddenly opened, and a group of lamas in yellow clothes Filed in, bringing the night wind outside the hall to howl, and the lamps and candles in the hall flickered endlessly.

Abbot Hongbian took a closer look, and found that the leader was not Miaobao Dharma King under the dim candle, and the Kagyu sect had one less person than last time, which shows that Miaobao Dharma King is still in the mountain and has not returned.

But it wasn't until the lights came on that everyone realized that the leader's appearance was very strange, and his body shape was also different from ordinary people.

I saw that his head wearing a bright yellow monk hat was covered with lumps and heterochromatic spots, his lips were turned outward, and the shape of his neck could hardly be seen because of the huge tumor, so his head could only be deformed. The ground is leaning to one side, and although the feet are healthy, the knuckles of both hands are twisted like chicken feet, and the appearance is so ugly that it makes people want to nausea.

"Amitabha, it turned out to be Khenpo Lama, who never greeted him from afar and looked forward to atonement."

Abbot Hongbian looked neither happy nor sad at this time, looking at the almost invisible lama in front of him, he was full of doubts, "But now that the black-capped Dharma King is still saving people in Jizu Mountain, why should Lama Khenpo be so impatient? What about Fa Wang’s kind intention to turn hostility into friendship?”

No one could have imagined that the instigator today would be this ugly, taciturn old lama who had been guarding Miaobao Dharma King, let alone what his intentions were.

Khenpo Lama looked as sharp as paint, and his voice was as hoarse as swallowing charcoal. He led the Kagyu lamas to occupy the other side of Fayun Pavilion, sat cross-legged and said in a hoarse voice.

"The monk's words are wrong..."

The voice of the Khenpo Lama was like scratching the bark with his fingernails. Zhengmao's weird and distorted figure with sunken nose, sunken eyes, hideous face, severed hands and feet, and deformed limbs made people feel scared even looking directly at it.

"Rinpoche went to the mountain to rescue people to save one person, but came to pray for scriptures to save all beings. If the monk really knew about Rinpoche's benevolent deeds, why would he still be proud of himself, but he still refuses to perform great benevolent deeds?" Woolen cloth?"

Khenpo Lama stood up at this moment, pointed to Xitan Monastery and said, "Since the great monk is unwilling to do good deeds, why do you hypocritically accuse us of coming to seek the Dharma?"

There was a discussion among the lamas, obviously they were also convinced by this statement, and Wu Zhimao, who had been observing for a long time in the Pingxi Palace, clapped his hands and applauded.

"Although this eminent Tibetan monk looks a bit ugly, his heart is indeed extremely kind. Why does Abbot Hongbian have to be so petty? Could it be that he is blaming the other party for his low status?"

If it was the usual abbot Hongbian, he might have retreated for the time being because of his face and the principle of maintaining Xitan Temple, but now the abbot Hongbian seems to have a different mentality than before. He was silent for a moment and took the lead Sitting down in the seat, he turned his head and said to the opposite side: "Amitabha, Lama Khenpo, I remember that Dharma King Miaobao once said that the topic of the second round of fighting is decided by the old monk. I wonder if it is still effective?"

Lama Khenpo's eyebrows were sparse and falling off, and he had a strange drunken face. It seemed that he didn't expect that Abbot Hongbian would still choose to take advantage of being squeezed to such an extent. He could only nod and said, "Naturally, it works."

Only then did Abbot Hongbian calm down, nodded and said, "Then I will focus on supernatural powers today. If Khenpo Lama can also show the celestial clairvoyance like King Miaobao, I will naturally admit defeat."

Monk Dajing finally knew at this time why Abbot Hongbian put the fighting venue in Fayun Pavilion, and at the same time forbade pilgrims from entering to watch--today Abbot Hongbian simply didn't talk about martial arts to the extreme, no matter he was facing Pingxi Palace , or Kagyu lamas, all trying to take advantage of everything, if this is seen by outsiders, the image of an eminent monk he has built for many years will be destroyed in one go.

The topic that Abbot Hongbian posed was quite vicious, because among the Kagyu sect, only Dharma kings can practice supernatural powers. If everyone has supernatural powers, then Buddhism would become a joke, and the Khenpo Lama is deformed and ugly. Obviously, it will not be a living Buddha with a dignified appearance.

"Abbot Hongbian, this topic is too unreasonable. How can everyone in the world have supernatural powers?"

Seeing that something was wrong, Wu Zhimao hurriedly came out to fight, he seemed a little impatient, and the lamas of the Kagyu sect were also discussing it a little bit, and it was difficult to accept the unreasonable topic of Xitan Temple, but Khenpo Lama actually He laughed quietly.

"The great monk is indeed insightful. In the world, changes in scriptures are false methods. Casting spells on vegetation and other things can deceive people's eyes. The objects themselves have not changed. However, supernatural powers are not like this. It is a method that can truly change. Make all things truly change, just as gold and silver melt when met with fire, and water freezes when met with cold."

The Khenpo Lama said in an ugly voice, "The principles of things are like this. If people in the world can eliminate their sins and realize the natural nature of wisdom, they will naturally be able to change and use it freely. By the side of the car, you may not be able to see this small world like the palm of your hand."

"After I recite the scriptures and bless you, I will show you the celestial eye."

Then the Khenpo Lama sat down cross-legged, held the Mahamudra and began to recite the scriptures, and read the "35 Buddhas' Confessions" in Tibetan. Because of the incredible power of the vows of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, reciting their names can easily eliminate Therefore, it can purify all the sins including the five uninterrupted sins since hundreds of thousands of kalpas.

The lamas accompanying him also chanted scriptures together, and the chants gradually merged into a torrent and resounded through the Fayun Pavilion, as if a mandala had been formed on the spot. The Buddha nature and the bright part are completely integrated into it.

Monk Dajing closed his eyes and listened to the scriptures, and felt that the elders beside him were asking himself: "It's weird, what scriptures are they reciting?"

Monk Dajing opened his eyes a little, and said in a low voice, "35 Buddhas are just repenting, I don't know what they are up to..."

But at the moment when the sound of chanting fell, Lama Khenpo stood up from his seat, then opened his eyes and looked around blankly, as if living in a different time and space,
"Now I know everything about Fayun Pavilion in Xitan Temple..."

Then he came to the side of the Buddha statue sitting in lotus position, rubbed his hands gently around, and opened a secret room full of dust, and then pointed to Abbot Hongbian and said: "Monk Hongbian, 20 years ago There were people who retreated here once, and the scriptures inside had three floors and three shelves, a total of 91 books, I don’t know if what I said is right.”

"There is also this place where the positions of Molizhitian and Dabiancaitian are opposite. If you don't believe it, you can remove the statue. The dent below is enough to prove it."

"Looking at this again, there was a pot of lotus petal tree when the cultivation started, but it was moved outside the Weituo Hall later, isn't it?"

Then, without waiting for Abbot Hongbian to answer, he walked around the Buddha statue of Fayun Pavilion again, and he could tell the similarities and differences between the furnishings here 20 years ago and today, even the positions of the lampstands and books. It looked so good, as if everything in the past was really vivid in his eyes.

Every time the Khenpo Lama said a word, the monks of Xitan Monastery started talking, and the surprise in their eyes became more and more difficult to hide.

If it weren't for the fact that this person is so ugly that people can't forget it, everyone in Xitan Temple would definitely think that Khenpo Lama was originally the novice in the Fayun Pavilion, and only in this way would he know everything so well.

"Amitabha, Your Excellency is inaccurate."

Abbot Hongbian spat out these two words coldly, as if everything Lama Khenpo said was just a calm breeze blowing on his face, quietly negating everything.

Lama Khenpo seemed to have expected it, slowly closed his eyes, and smiled on his ugly and terrifying face, then pointed to Abbot Hongbian and said, "Since the great monk refuses to admit it, I can't do anything about it, but today the Pingxi Palace is here. Things can’t be faked, of course.”

Wu Zhimao was glanced at by the Khenpo Lama, and his eyes lit up as if he woke up instantly. Tu Qiong pointed at him and said hastily: "Hurry up! Xitan Temple is hiding something from us!"

Lama Khenpo sat back on his seat, pointed at Abbot Hongbian and said, "That is naturally the matter of Xitan Temple's collusion with the rebels. How long are you planning to keep it a secret, Monk Hongbian?"

The sound of swords and guns colliding was heard, and the monks of Xitan Temple widened their eyes. They couldn't believe that Khenpo Lama would say such heartbreaking words. Earlier, Abbot Hongbian argued that he was a good person, and only people who kill people with knives can kill people. They are villains, and if they have anything to do with the rebels now, it doesn't matter whether they are good or bad, and Pingxi Palace can take the opportunity to kill them all.

Monk Dajing felt even more heartbroken, and looked at the opposite Lama Khenpo in horror, and instantly thought of the group of monks who appeared mysteriously a few months ago, each of them had traces of dancing swords, although they I don't know the details of these people, but I can vaguely guess that these people came with bad intentions—could it be that Xitan Temple had some reason to be caught at that time?
"It's nonsense, I, Xitan Temple, have never had any relationship with any rebels."

Among all the people, only Abbot Hongbian remained calm, sitting cross-legged and asking questions without revealing a single flaw.

The Khenpo Lama echoed each other from a distance, as if talking about a trivial matter, pointing to an old monk in the crowd.

"Wu Zongbing, do you believe that this old monk with the moniker 'Big Mistake' in front of you is actually Qian Bangqian, the inspector censor of the former Ming Dynasty and the governor of Sichuan."

The single finger is as sharp as a halberd, and Lama Khenpo continued, "Not only that, but also the 'Emei Taoist' Zheng Zhijuan, the 'Fu'an Layman' Hu Qinhua, the 'Old Monk' Li Zhihua, etc. living in Xitan Temple, all of them are rebels from the Ming Dynasty. , the commander-in-chief sent people to search for it!"

Seeing that the soldiers of Pingxi Palace were like wolves and tigers, they immediately picked up an old monk in Xitan Temple and escorted him to Wu Zhimao.

And the old monk also looked at Wu Zhimao without changing his face, and said coldly in a Dantu accent: "You are a thief who betrays the master, dare you be rude!"

Monk Big Mistake was identified and he already knew that he was doomed. He once served as the governor of Yunnan in Kunming, and countless people knew him.

Wu Zhimao, the Sichuan general, stared at Abbot Hongbian with cold eyes and said, "Old monk! How do you explain this time!"

"Amitabha, Mr. Wu doesn't know something."

Abbot Hongbian said without fear: "The benefactors of Qian were recommended by Mr. Mu Zhai, the right servant of the court's Ministry of rites, and they are the people who compiled my Jizu Mountain. There are letters to prove it. Don't you think the court The servant of the Ministry of Rites, Mr. Mu Zhai, is also a traitor?"

"Is there really such a thing?"

Seeing that Abbot Hongbian took out a letter without any haste, Wu Zhimao became a little puzzled. He looked at the monk Da Cuo suspiciously, and sure enough, he found that the old monk was looking at him without fear, and he couldn't help beating his heart.

When my subordinates found these clues, they thought they could win in one fell swoop, but they didn't expect Abbot Hongbian to have such a hand.Thinking about it carefully, although Qian Bangjin's identities are sensitive, he has no real evidence of the other party's rebellion. If he was to be arrested and killed as an official in the Ming Dynasty, there would be no officialdom left in half of Yunnan.

Then again, this bunch of nonsense literati were already scheming and ambiguous. If they killed the old monk rashly, they might cause Wu Sangui to make enemies for no reason among the former Ming's surrenders.

"Hmph, Mr. Wu can't tell the difference so much, so I will take you back to the palace for trial for now!"

Wu Zhimao pondered for a while and found a way. In the end, whether to kill or let him go, he left it to Prince Pingxi to decide, so that he could get the credit without fail.

Abbot Hongbian patted the shoulder of the big wrong monk lightly, and the exchange of eyes between the two sides already understood that this fate was saved, it was nothing more than suffering on the road-Wu Sangui is now ordered to hunt down Yongli, and he is not a human being inside and outside He would not be willing to offend the coveted civil servants in the court, otherwise he would not try his best to curry favor with Hong Chengchou, just to change Laoshizi's "Pingnan strategy".

One must know that Cao Cao didn't dare to kill Mi Heng, and he, Wu Sangui, was even more unwilling to ruin his only reputation on this matter.

"Lama Khenpo, what else do you have to say? If you can't produce evidence that Xitan Temple colluded with the rebels, you will lose today's fight."

Abbot Hongbian sat back in his original position awe-inspiringly, and pushed back the canoe that was about to capsize. His calm appearance was almost amazing.

Lama Khenpo was dumbfounded, and turned his head to look at Wu Zhimao who pretended to be nonchalant. He really wanted to ask him why these things revealed by him were lifted up and put down gently - this was completely different from what was agreed.

But the next moment, Khenpo Lama showed a secret expression again.

"Monk Hongbian, I can't produce the evidence you want now. Even if I lose today, don't forget that there is still a third round of fighting skills. Now it's up to Prince Pingxi's mansion to come up with the question. I hope the monk can do it. Just like today, turning bad luck into good fortune is the way to go."

Abbot Hongbian looked normal on the surface, but his heart was already in turmoil. Lama Khenpo’s words were obviously giving himself a warning. Today, he even pointed out that the Kagyu faction was in collusion with the Pingxi Palace. So this last fight, It will only be an endless situation.

"The Lama Khenpo is right. Wu has always been ignorant, and he doesn't know what to ask. He only has a heart of loyalty and patriotism. The time should be set tomorrow. Let's guess who is the traitor. How about the loser let the other party deal with it?"

After saying this, Wu Zhimao respectfully asked Princess Pingxi to leave Fayun Pavilion first, and he did not dare to neglect his attitude at all. He seemed to know that Princess Pingxi was dissatisfied with his arrival, but he still did not dare to show any displeasure.

Wu Sangui specially sent him here because he was worried that the situation in Jizu Mountain would get out of control, so he handed over all the clues collected from many sources and even dark contacts to him, just to ensure that Xitan Temple and Jizu Mountain can be fully controlled among.

But how much of it is for Yongzhen Yungui, and how much is for the overwhelmed princess, Wu Zhimao really can't figure it out. Anyway, this villain has to do it, and the credit must belong to the prince.

Then Wu Zhimao turned and left with a grinning grin, leaving only Abbot Hongbian with a dignified expression on his face. He was now very sure that he had a clue in the other party's hands, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong with Xitan Temple.

Even though Abbot Hongbian can have a clear conscience, Xitan Temple cannot have a clear conscience, and the Mu family behind Xitan Temple cannot have a clear conscience. He seriously recalled the performance of Khenpo Lama just now, as if everything was just a deduction. Only when the door of the Fayun Pavilion's secret room was opened, the other party's eyes showed an extremely complicated expression.

Lama Khenpo folded his palms together and made a deep salute. When he passed Abbot Hongbian, he slowed down and said in an extremely ugly voice, "Monk Hongbian, I haven't seen you for many years. Unexpectedly, you won't recognize me anymore. No need I want to procrastinate until Dharma King returns, after all Dharma King Miaobao is a Buddha or a demon, we naturally know better than you..."

Yan Bi fled away, leaving only the victorious Abbot Hongbian, who fell into deep thought and couldn't calm down for a long time.

(End of this chapter)