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Chapter 785: Liang Han cuts off a finger with a sword, teaches Zen, and climbs up the tower!

Ouyang Rong's words brought the whole audience into silence.

Although everyone on the scene didn't know who "Little Lady Zhishuang" was calling, they didn't quite dare to know who it was, and they didn't even dare to think too much about who the only "little lady" in the library was.

But they still felt a tingling sensation on their scalps.

Except for the Zen Master Kuji who was holding the Yunmeng Order and closing his eyes to rest in the pavilion, the expressions of everyone in the audience were changing dramatically.

Juti opened his mouth slightly and looked at the extremely brave young governor.

Mrs. Fang and Fang Yiwu were stunned.

Fang Juxiu, who was always elegant and calm, turned his head and stared at Ouyang Rong in a daze.

It was Fang Shengnan who spoke again, her face panicked. She looked back at the library and lowered her voice:
"Master Ouyang, keep your voice down! The eldest lady is inside."

Ouyang Rong, who was sitting on a wooden chair, ignored her.

Of course he knew that Xue Zhongzhu, Wei Shaoqi, Du Shuqing and others were in the library in front. Captain Jiao Jian had just pried this information out of the maids and stewards in the lobby.

The whole place continued to be quiet.

Everyone either looked back at the library, or waited with bated breath, or stared at the young governor.

In the anxious atmosphere, time passed by every second.

Behind the pavilion, the small building where books are stored, and the door downstairs, remain motionless.

No one came out and it was silent.

Some people were slightly confused, but most were relieved and grateful.

The eldest lady and the other people in the building seemed to be busy and had no time to pay attention to what was happening outside.

Ouyang Rong sat upright on a wooden chair, while Yan Liulang stood behind it with a stern face, holding a sword case in his arms.

He supported his chin with his hand, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the small building.

Another voice came from the side, it was the familiar female hero Fang, her tone was annoyed and dissatisfied.

"Master Ouyang, I know that you look down on me and my sister. You never listened to what we said, or you were just arrogant and dismissive..."

Fang Shengnan paused again, because the young man in Confucian clothes who was lazily lying on a wooden chair in front of her turned his head, put his index finger to his lips, and made a "hush" sound.

It seemed as if he thought she was too noisy, so he interrupted her rudely.

Fang Shengnan's little face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.

The young governor didn't look at her, nor did he look at Xiaolou. He turned around and looked around at everyone on the field.

"Has anyone seen Yue Chuzi today?"

"More virgin?"

Fang Yiwu and others looked at each other, somewhat confused and bewildered.

Under Ouyang Rong's gaze, the air was quiet for a while. Fang Yiwu was the first to give in. He lowered his head and trembled:
"Sir Governor, I have my own difficulties..."

Mrs. Fang suddenly grabbed Fang Yiwu and interrupted him from complaining out of guilt.

The woman took a step forward and half of her body was blocking her husband.

After taking a look at the monk who was still sitting still in the pavilion, she asked Ouyang Rong cautiously in a low voice:
"Sir, the governor is only here to look for Miss Yue. My concubine and my husband did not see her today. Does the governor have any news?..."

Mrs. Fang glanced at her two daughters who seemed to be in trouble again, and pointed at the Fang sisters with an angry look on her face:
"Are Juxiu and Shengnan talking nonsense again, or are they keeping secrets? Sir Governor, please calm down. It's cold outside. We have some guests here. Let Yiwu entertain them."

She showed a flattering look on her face: "Sir Governor, please follow me. Let's move to the West Flower Hall first. Let's have some tea and rest for a while. I will discipline them and let them give Sir Governor an explanation."

This Mrs. Fang was indeed very graceful and gracious. After she finished her clever words to make a big matter into a small one, Fang Yiwu and the others' eyes lit up, and they reacted and nodded in agreement.

"Madam is right, Madam is right! Sir Governor, please come this way. We can discuss anything. It may be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

Everyone in the Fang Mansion followed the women of the Fang family and looked expectantly at the young governor sitting on the chair, waiting for a response.

Time passed by...and something embarrassing happened.

Ouyang Rong didn't move at all, his body remained tilted to the right, his right hand supporting his chin, his left index finger joint still rhythmically tapping the wooden handle. The only change in his movement was that his pair of dark eyes slightly turned up, as if he was sizing them up.

Facing Mrs. Fang's words, he seemed to be smiling.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward.

There is clearly a master in the pavilion behind him, and there are also those goddess-like female rulers in the library at the back, which can give him some confidence.

But at a certain moment, Mrs. Fang felt ugly because of the gaze of the young governor.

I don't know if it was because he was in a high position and had the awe-inspiring power without getting angry, or if it was some kind of psychological effect, but this was the first time that Mrs. Fang was so afraid of a young man who was 20 or 30 years younger than her. It was as if he could see through her entire mind at a glance, and her selfish thoughts had nowhere to hide.

Immediately, the invisible pressure was relieved, and Mrs. Fang discovered that it was the young governor who shifted his gaze.

He seemed to be in a very talkative tone and asked again:
"What about Yu Nianyuan? Have you seen him today?"

Everyone immediately fell silent.

Some people looked towards the pavilion, while others glanced towards the library.

Ouyang Rong nodded calmly:
"Oh, so I saw her. Where is she? Is she in there too?"

He pointed with his slightly bent index finger at the library not far away.

Still no one spoke.

Mrs. Fang supported Fang Yiwu, and they both silently took a half step back, closer to the pavilion and the library, and their hands were tightly clasped together.

Fang Shengnan and Fang Juxiu turned their heads away.

Ouyang Rong clapped his hands, stood up from his chair, and looked around at everyone with a normal expression.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Suddenly, another nimble constable came and whispered something in the ear of the blue-clothed constable who was holding the violin case.

Yan Liulang, with a stern expression, listened to his subordinates' words, glanced at the lobby, stepped forward immediately, and whispered:
"Ming Mansion, Li Yu has been found. He is being guarded in a room by the people from Fang Mansion."

Ouyang Rong said without turning his head: "Bring it up."

The expressions of the people on the field changed.

After a while, a fat man was led to the open space and came to Ouyang Rong.

"Son."

Li Yu shouted in surprise.

Ouyang Rong turned around and glanced at him, and asked:
"Li Yu, why is it that no matter where you go, you are always arrested and imprisoned?"

Hearing this teasing, Li Yu's face was filled with shame.

He couldn't help but sigh:
"And every time it is the young master who comes to save the common people."

Li Yu scratched his head, suddenly remembered something, and said quickly:
"Sir, I'm just about to go look for you."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Liu Lang and I are also looking for you."

Li Yu confessed with shame:

"Sir, to be honest with you, the Second Lady came to see me and mentioned Xiao Shu... I was attracted to her, but I didn't plan to go with her. I was planning to stay in the city, but before we parted today, I happened to see the Second Lady taking Yue Chuzi... that is, Miss Xiu Niang, away together. I know the relationship between you and Miss Xiu Niang very well, so I took the initiative to follow."

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and said, "So you wanted to run out of the villa just now, did you want to report the news?"

"Yes!" Li Yu nodded and said impatiently, "I didn't see much. The Second Lady was just taking me to evacuate. I only vaguely saw that Miss Xiu Niang seemed to be unconscious all the way in the carriage. The carriage drove directly into the villa and sent her here."

Ouyang Rong asked calmly, "Did Patriarch Fang and Madam Fang see this?"

Li Yu stood beside Yan Liulang, lowered his head and thought for a while, then shook his head:

"It seems that they were dismissed by the Second Lady as soon as she entered the palace. They were not allowed to see the library, just like me. But before I was dismissed, I vaguely saw... the carriage of the Second Lady and the embroidered girl stopped, and she asked the servants where Master Yizhi was. It seemed that she had something to ask him. Looking at the Second Lady's expression, she seemed a little anxious. I don't know what it was for. It might be related to the embroidered girl..."

Ouyang Rong heard this and said loudly:
"It turns out that the One Finger Master, who has been silent the whole time, is the one who understands the most in the whole audience."

The atmosphere was silent. Inside the pavilion, a middle-aged Zen master, the center of attention, remained silent with his eyes closed, as if he was dozing off.

At this time, Li Yu looked around, as if he had discovered something. He reacted and asked:

"Ming Fu, why are there only Yan Canjun and a few brothers...we only have so many people? Where are Rong Zhen, Deputy Supervisor Song, and Commander Yi? Are they still on the way?"

Yan Liulang glanced at Li Yu.

The Fang couple, the Fang sisters, and the monks in the pavilion all looked over.

Ouyang Rong said calmly:
"No, they are in Xunyang Grottoes. What happens here has nothing to do with them, and they are not needed."

Li Yu did not understand the meaning of Ouyang Rong’s last sentence “I don’t need them”, but he was not deaf and understood the previous words.

The fat official's expression changed slightly and he swallowed quietly.

He immediately pulled Ouyang Rong's sleeve and whispered:
"Sir, I suddenly remembered something. Let's go outside and talk about it. Let's go, go, go..."

Li Yu, with sweat on his forehead, called on Ouyang Rong, Yan Liulang and others to evacuate.

Yan Liulang and fifteen elite constables stood silently behind Ouyang Rong without looking away. They did not move at all without receiving any orders from the latter.

Li Yu suddenly became anxious, and pulled Ouyang Rong's sleeve, whispering:

"Sir, hurry up, there are a lot of them, the eldest lady and the others are in the building, they may come out at any time..."

Fang Yiwu, Mrs. Fang, and the Fang sisters all noticed the panicky movements of the chubby man beside Ouyang Rong.

Fang Yiwu sighed a little, and Mrs. Fang remained silent.

Fang Juxiu had already quietly retreated to the edge of the pavilion, with his eyes slightly lowered, waiting.

Fang Shengnan snorted and turned her head away in anger.

"Sir, we can discuss the matter of Miss Xiu Niang in the long run..."

Li Yu spoke in an almost pleading tone, lowering his voice. Halfway through his words, he suddenly found someone holding his hand down. It was the young man in front of him. He was stunned.

Ouyang Rong took away Li Yu's hand that was pulling his sleeve, patted his sleeve clean, grabbed a wooden chair nearby, dragged the chair, passed by the confused Fang family members, and walked into the pavilion.

Yan Liulang held the musical instrument case and followed the young governor like a follower.

Because it was being dragged, the two legs of the chair rubbed against the ground, making a harsh "whoosh" sound, which attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

Under the direct gazes of Li Yu and the Fang family, Ouyang Rong placed the wooden chair in front of a middle-aged Zen master in the pavilion.

The young governor patted his clothes, sat upright on the wooden chair, opposite the middle-aged Zen master, and tilted his head to look at the monk.

"I'm asking you a question. Why did Yu Nianyuan look for you?"

Master Yizhi's eyelids moved slightly, as if opening a crack, and he looked at Ouyang Rong.

Eyes facing each other.

Without saying a word, he raised a finger towards Ouyang Rong.

When Ouyang Rong saw this, he smiled, turned around and picked up the teacup that Madam Fang had respectfully handed over to him. He blew on the tea and said, staring at it without drinking it:

"I remember I told you last time at Chengtian Temple, stop raising this boring thing of yours and showing off your simple Zen method. Fortunately, you are raising your index finger, not your middle finger."

After giving the reminder, the young governor asked again as if nothing had happened:

"Have you seen the embroiderer? What does Yu Nianyuan want to see you about?"

Upon hearing this, Master Yizhi's expression remained grim, and he looked at Ouyang Rong with neither sadness nor joy.

He first put his hand down, then raised it again.

Raise a finger.

Ouyang Rong nodded, stretched out his hand and grabbed the middle-aged Zen master's raised index finger.

Just as the middle-aged Zen master and everyone inside and outside the pavilion were puzzled by this strange action.

An [arc] appeared in the pavilion.

As the middle-aged Zen master stared intently, it lightly brushed across the base of his index finger.

Blood lines appeared on the skin.

[Arc] Back to the top of his head, Ouyang Rong cut off a finger and threw it on the ground. Under the gradually widening gaze of One Finger Zen Master, Ouyang Rong elegantly took out a handkerchief and wiped his bloody palm.

"Ah——!" Mrs. Fang was the first to scream.

Fang Yiwu, Fang Juxiu and Fang Shengnan looked at the middle-aged Zen master's severed finger in horror, blood spurting out.

Li Yu was also shocked, and this scene made his mouth dry.

Master Yizhi Zen had a puzzled look at first, and he lowered his head to look at the broken finger. Then, his face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he stared at the [arc] in front of him.

It's Ding Sword.

His crimson spiritual energy, which had almost turned purple, rushed madly to the severed finger to stop the bleeding, but blood still spurted out like rain.

Because this is the wound caused by the mythical Ding Sword.

The face of this Zen monk who was well versed in Buddhist teachings, which had been dull and expressionless for a long time, suddenly became extremely brilliant. At a certain moment, he finally stood up suddenly, clenched his fist tightly, covered the severed finger, bent over like a shrimp in pain, and tried to pick up the severed finger without caring about his posture.

Ouyang Rong suddenly shouted: "Look at me!"

The middle-aged Zen master froze in his tracks, turned around, and looked at Ouyang Rong with a look of fear and confusion.

Ouyang Rong looked dull and raised an index finger towards him. The middle-aged Zen master followed suit almost subconsciously and also began to raise his index finger.

Empty index finger.

Master Yizhi suddenly realized something, and stared blankly at the young man in Confucian robes who was looking at him with his index finger raised.

I saw that Master Yizhi's originally painful expression was stunned at first, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly became clear, as if he was enlightened.

The middle-aged Zen master, who had once raised his index finger to enlighten countless donors to Buddhism, suddenly stood up, clasped his nine bloody fingers together, and bowed deeply to Ouyang Rong. The middle-aged Zen master did not pick up the severed finger, nor did he look at the dreamlike [Ding Sword]. He seemed to have an epiphany, standing quietly in the pavilion, looking at the severed finger that had stopped bleeding at some point with a kind smile.

Ouyang Rong ignored the Zen master who had attained enlightenment by cutting off his finger. He picked up a cup of tea, turned around and walked out of the pavilion. A clear blue arc followed him in mid-air.

I still remember the time when he fell into the well and woke up in the Pure Land Palace. At that time, he was still kept in the dark by the embroiderer, and he had a brief Buddhist conversation with the Taoist Hechang Qiu who saved him.

What is the first meaning of the Noble Truth?
There is no saint in the vastness.

That is, empty and with nothing in it.

Inside the pavilion, Yan Liulang did not follow any more. Holding an open sword case in his hand, he and the others with interesting expressions watched the young governor's back.

The whole place was silent.

Ouyang Rong walked towards the small library building in front with a suspended [arc].

This time, no one dared to stop him.

No one bothered to persuade him anymore.

Mrs. Fang and Fang Yiwu were so frightened that they fell to their knees.

The others all became mute.

Arriving at the door of the library, Ouyang Rong suddenly stopped and turned back, and said calmly to the two sisters Fang Shengnan and Fang Juxiu, whose bodies were trembling not far away:

"Ms. Fang, do you know what is the difference between me and you? That is, if you are weak, just shut up and don't say anything nonsense."

He turned his head, calmly pushed open the closed door of the library, climbed up the stairs and went upstairs.

After a while, Ouyang Rong walked into the warm room.

As you enter, you will see a huge sand table.

The warm room was empty.

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(PS: Xiaorong has been on the road all day today, rushing home for the Spring Festival travel rush. I was typing on my phone on the way, so I was a little hasty and there may be some typos.)
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