The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 134 My Debt Has Been Paid, Demon Sect Demon Girl

At the same time that Ji Pingan used his "belt" to make a cage, and shot a flying sword from the sachet at his opponent.

Inside the mansion.

There were screams and exclamations.

Han Bachi led his men into it, which immediately caused a counterattack from the warriors in the courtyard.

However, the whole night of feasting finally lowered their vigilance, and several minions were beheaded to death by the Tsing Yi gang before they could react.

"Who?!" When the confidant rushed out of the house, he was only wearing a white undershirt, his hair was disheveled, and holding a knife in his hand, he subconsciously raised the crossbar.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Several arrows shot in from outside, and the confidant hastily swung his knife to split two, but he was still shot, and blood bloomed on his shoulder.

His complexion changed drastically, he twisted his body and was about to retreat, but a ghostly shadow pierced through the sea of ​​air, his eyes widened and he fell limp.

Han Bachi withdrew his knife, looked coldly at the dancer on the bed in the room who was so scared that she hugged the quilt and screamed, turned and left.

When they came to the courtyard, they saw that the shouts of killing gradually ceased, the ground was full of fallen corpses, and some people tried to escape over the wall, and they were also shot to death with hand crossbows by the gang members guarding outside.

"Baye, it's settled." The gang red stick came over, with a murderous look, and said: "There are still a group of ordinary people in the guest room."

Han Bachi said: "Don't worry about it. Let someone take care of it first."

As long as the owner of Juxian Manor dies, the transaction will naturally be voided, and this group of stewards and shopkeepers will not be so stupid as to get into troubled waters.

But there is no guarantee that there will be accidents.

With a wave of his hand, the old hermit ordered the helpers to pack all the corpses on the ground into the prepared sacks, load them into the carriage at night, and throw them into the Hun River.

At the same time, cleaning up traces and cleaning up the battlefield, things were much easier than expected.

Wang Lun came to Beijing this time, after all, to clear up the relationship, not to kill.

Most of the masters still stayed in the place, and most of the subordinates they led were smart, so it was not difficult to solve.

The only thing to worry about is Wang Lun.

Han Bachi couldn't help but feel a little worried about a martial artist who had been fighting for many years. He immediately led a team of killers with smuggled crossbows in the direction the carriage left.

However, when a group of people arrived at that street.

What I saw was already the picture after the battle:

The moonlight shines on the blue bricks of the long street.

A carriage rolled over to the ground, the poor horse fell to the ground and trembled, and the driver of the carriage was lying on the ground, his back was pierced by a sharp weapon, maintaining a running posture.

The white-faced and beardless Wang Lun lay upright on the ground, with a blood hole on his forehead the size of an egg, blood gushing out, and his eyes widened with unwillingness and disbelief.

Ji Pingan, wearing a bamboo hat, stood beside him, flipping through the two booklets he found in Wang Lun's arms.

He was calm and relaxed, without any trace of fighting, as if he was just a passerby on the way.

"See you sir!" Han Bachi's heart was terrified, and he looked at Ji Ping'an with more and more awe.

He had already overestimated the opponent's strength, but he was still stimulated by this scene.

"The matter is settled?" Ji Pingan closed the booklet in his hand and looked at him calmly.

Han Bachi nodded respectfully, and narrated the process. Seeing that the sword-wielder nodded in satisfaction, he exhaled lightly, and said:

"My lord, there are quite a few guests in that house, most of whom are related to officials in the city, and the subordinates have not eliminated them..."

This sentence is not only a request for instructions, but also an expression that may be troublesome in the follow-up.

The death of a group of gangsters from other places, as long as the gang's hands and feet are clean, the government will most likely turn a blind eye or turn a blind eye.

But Juxianzhuang is different after all, and there are some official relations behind it.

Once the investigation by the imperial court is attracted, even the dark net will find it difficult. Han Bachi has even decided to order some people to leave the city to avoid the limelight after the incident is over.

Ji Pingan shook his head and said:

"Those people don't need to worry about it, and nothing will happen to the court."

Wang Lun's strength is indeed not weak, but with Ji Ping'an's trump card, it is not difficult to kill a martial artist.On the contrary, the pamphlet found from the other party's corpse is somewhat interesting.

One is the evidence of transactions with court officials, and the other is related to the plan against Tingxuelou.

Since he wanted to pay back favors, of course it was not enough to just kill someone, this matter was just the beginning, and he would make arrangements later, but when it came to officialdom, the power of the dark net could not be used.

As for Tingxuelou...he asked: "Is Tingxuelou in the city?"

Han Bachi heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that the sword-wielder said that nothing would happen, then he was startled and said:

"exist."

He immediately reported the name of the inn.

Ji Pingan nodded and wrote it down, put away the two booklets, and said lightly:
"Brothers and sisters of the Xiang family can send someone there."

Han Bachi hurriedly bowed down to answer, and when he raised his head, he was surprised to find that the sword-wielder had disappeared, and there were only two corpses left on the ground in the cold street.

The old hermit straightened up and said:
"Put these two corpses into the car, pull them away and sink them."

The dark net killer behind him hurriedly responded and looked at each other at the same time, seeing the shock in everyone's hearts.

What kind of person is Ba Ye who has been in charge of the underground world of Shendu for many years?Why would you be so humble to a young man?

……

Inside the inn.

Xiang Xiaochuan exhaled slowly, waking up from meditation.

Feeling the full strength in Qi Hai, the young man's eyes showed perseverance and determination.

He got up silently, without lighting a lamp, and changed into night clothes in the dark.

And take the wiped saber and the prepared poisonous needle with you.

After getting ready, he tiptoed to the door and slowly opened the door.

Then he was stunned, and saw a girl in a red and black sarong sitting impressively on the ground at the door, with her back resting on the doorpost, her arms hugging her knees.

Hearing the sound, Xiang Yiyi raised her head, her face was haggard, and she looked at him quietly with dark and sad eyes.

"Are you leaving?" the girl was silent for a while, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

Xiang Xiaochuan nodded.

Xiang Yiyi thought for a while and said:
"I know I can't persuade you, and I shouldn't persuade you, and I won't be a drag for you. I just want to say, if you can't do something, give up, and there will be more opportunities in the future."

After a pause, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she said:

"If you don't come back, I will hide with Uncle Hong, so that they won't find it."

Xiang Xiaochuan had a sore nose.

He realized that the younger sister might have already guessed the risks of his trip, but the sons and daughters of the world should be more sensible.

Perhaps, during these days, the girl took him to watch performances and awards, and searched for delicious food everywhere, and she had a premonition of life and death.

So I want to make the last period of my life happier.

But I didn't seem to appreciate it, no matter in Cangjian Restaurant or Baidi Liuan, I always kept a straight face, and I didn't have a good time with her.

Thinking that after this scene, it might be a farewell, the heart of this young man who was burdened with blood feud and under great pressure softened, and he started to retreat a little.

But this idea only appeared for a moment, and he cut it off abruptly.

"Okay." Xiang Xiaochuan rolled out the word from his throat, and walked downstairs, his steps were resolute, with the solemnity of going to death.

He didn't want the latter to see the tears in the corners of his eyes, so he put aside life and death, with all his blood, just to kill the enemy with his hands.

The door of the next room opened, and the old servant silently watched him leave with a dagger on his back.

However, when the atmosphere was brewing in place, suddenly a few strangers in green shirts walked out of the inn and stopped in front of Xiang Xiaochuan:
"Young Master Xiang stay here."

Xiang Xiaochuan was startled, and pressed the handle of the knife on his back nervously.

The latter hurriedly said:
"Don't get me wrong, I don't have any malicious intentions. I just sent some things for you."

Several people spread their hands, indicating that they did not carry sharp blades, but only held two square wooden boxes, placed them on the ground, then cupped their hands, turned and left.

Xiang Xiaochuan was stunned, this development made him unexpected.

Xiang Yiyi and Hong Bo also ran downstairs, and the three of them looked at each other, extremely puzzled.

With a strange mood, he finally picked up the wooden box, returned to the room, and checked through the box based on his experience in the world to confirm that it was not a hidden weapon.

Only then carefully opened the first box.

"Ah!" The short girl exclaimed, then covered her mouth suddenly, her eyes widened.

I saw that in the box was a white-faced and beardless head. Is it the enemy Wang Lun or who?

"This..." Xiang Xiaochuan couldn't believe it, his first thought was not surprise, but bewilderment.

Things were so weird that the doubts in my heart suppressed the joy of revenge.

It was Hong Bo who was still old, so he started immediately, carefully inspected the servant's head and face, and said excitedly:

"Master, Miss... There is no trace of disguise, as if... it is really that dog thief."

The owner of Juxian Villa?Just die like that?

Those people came here just to give this gift?But who helped them?
This is the leader of a great river and lake force, a dignified warrior who breaks the five martial arts...

Xiang Xiaochuan was unreal for a while, surprised, bewildered, confused, empty in his heart... Countless emotions surged, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while.

"Brother, you don't have to go, he died, and someone has avenged us." Xiang Yiyi's tears rolled down, tears of excitement.

Humber reminded:
"Master, there is another box."

Xiang Xiaochuan woke up like a dream, hurriedly opened the second one, and then the three fell into a daze again.

I saw several jade bottles containing elixir and dried treasures of heaven and earth in the box, all of which are the best medicinal materials for tempering the physique of a martial artist.

They are expensive, not to mention that they are poor and white now, even when Xiang Jiabao was still there, they couldn't afford these.

The great vengeance is avenged, and treasures are delivered to the door... like a dream.

"There is another letter." Xiang Xiaochuan picked up a folded page in the box, opened it, and saw only three sentences on it.

The general meaning of the previous sentence is that the owner of Juxian Village and the gang members in the city have all been killed.

The last sentence left an address, saying that if you still need it, you can go to explain it, and someone will help.

The last sentence, only four words:
"My debt is paid."

Xiang Xiaochuan and Hong Bo looked at each other, and they both saw each other's confusion:
"Debt? Who owes our family a debt? That's why you help out?"

But they racked their brains and couldn't figure out where there was such a connection at home.

Only the short girl stared blankly at the words "My debt has been paid" and suddenly thought of something.

He frantically pulled the red rope from his neck, holding the pendant in the shape of a quaint and worn-out jade tablet, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

A guess can't help but arise.

But at this moment, as if confirming her conjecture, the surface of the jade tablet flashed dimly, as if exhausted of energy, it shattered with a "click".

Xiang Yiyi's eyes were full of tears, and he met the astonished eyes of his elder brother and the old servant, and said:

"It's a favor left by my grandfather, that big man is returning the favor..."

She rambled on.

The young hero and the old servant were stunned in place, with only one thought in mind:
It turned out that the legend passed down from generation to generation in the family was true.

……

……

Dongcheng, another inn, here is reserved by Tingxuelou, and the elegantly furnished inn is peacefully lit in the night.

There is a pear tree planted in the courtyard of the inn, and the canopy extends to the second floor. Master Tingxue sits in front of the carved wooden window, looking at the night sky hanging outside the canopy, feeling a little lost.

She is not veiled.

Under the light on the round table, there was a rather stunning face.

The charm is mature, with a tall figure and cultivated temperament, it exudes a charm that is different from that of a lady in the gods or a practitioner.

"Landlord."

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a young woman walked in, carrying a knitted cloth bag at her waist, and a row of sharp throwing knives stuck in it.

Behind the head is a high ponytail tied with a red headband, bold and lively.

Before the person walked in, the "landlord" was thrown out first.

Listening to the master Xue came back to his senses, turned his head to look at the young woman, his eyes lit up, and said:
"Hongying, what's going on?"

The heroine named Hongying lost her expression and said with some frustration:

"It's not very good. Those officials don't want to contact us at all. They can't do it even if they spend money or find connections."

After a pause, she said angrily:

"In my opinion, it must be the ghost of those people in Juxianzhuang."

Juxianzhuang... Hearing the landlord Xue's words, his eyes darkened, and unexpected bitterness surged in his heart.

In the past few years, the friction between the two factions has become more and more intense. Many businesses in Tingxuelou have been taken over by the other party, and they have fought more than once.

In terms of cohesion and force, they are not bad.

It's just that Juxian Village is willing to spend all its money, and accepts anyone.

Correspondingly, the selection of Tingxuelou Sect disciples is extremely strict, and the number cannot match.

Coupled with the fact that the other party colluded with the government, Ting Xuelou's life became more and more difficult.

"Forget it, there are many factions in the imperial court. Dragons and tigers are hidden in this city. He Wang Lun is far from being able to cover the sky with one hand. We will find another way." She comforted.

Hongying sat on the round stool, her ponytail drooped listlessly, and said:
"But we can't get along."

At any time, the most difficult part of giving a gift is never the gift itself, but finding someone who can hook up and make the other party dare to accept the gift.

Although Jingzhong is big, a group of martial arts people from Lanzhou have their only contacts cut off. Where else can they find them?
"Lord, why don't you go to the Qin Tianjian to try it out, don't everyone say..." Hongying suddenly probed.

Listening to Xue Louzhu's pretty face sinking, said:
"It's just a rumor from outsiders, and you take it seriously?"

Hongying speaks quickly:

"But it's not fake. The original landlord is indeed old with the national teacher. Although the Great Zhou national teacher is gone, the Qin Tianjian is still there. As long as you look for it, those big people don't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face, it's better than us It's like a fly bumping around like a head fly."

She babbled and said a lot, and heard that Lord Xue's brows were furrowed, as if she was in a tangle.

After a long time, he sighed softly and said with a wry smile:

"It's not that I don't want to, but it's a matter of catching wind and shadow, how to do it accurately."

The reason why there are rumors in the rivers and lakes is that this sect is related to the national teacher, but there is no actual evidence.

Instead, it is said that the national teacher traveled to Lanzhou in the past and told the local government that he could properly take care of Tingxuelou.

And in fact, although the sect is not close to the government, it has indeed not had any ill relations with the government for many years.

After all, no matter which official came to office, after learning of the rumor, no matter whether it was true or not, there was no need to take the risk of offending the Grand Master of Zhou to target a relatively low-key martial arts sect.

I would rather trust it to have it than to trust it to have nothing.

However, in the sect, there are indeed related records that the first landlord of the sect did know the national teacher.

But more detailed records have been lost in hundreds of years of history.

First, there is no evidence, and second, there is no token...

Now that the national teacher has passed away long ago, at this time, she has the cheek to go to Qin Tianjian... No matter what she thinks, she feels that it is unreliable.

In particular, there is another layer of concern:
The so-called dead lights go out, if you talk about the local officials in the past, you will still have some scruples.

But in recent years, this layer of aura has become weaker and weaker, which is one of the reasons why Juxianzhuang can easily invade their territory.

If she doesn't look for it, the big shots of Qin Tianjian don't bother to pay attention to these rumors, but if she does, the other party will deny it.

As the news spread, Tingxuelou's situation would undoubtedly become even more difficult.

"Okay, go back to your room and rest, I'll think about it later."

Listening to Xuezhu holding his forehead, the tiredness could not be concealed on his face.

Seeing this, Hongying said "En" and left silently.

……

The door of the room was closed, and when only the landlord was left again, the woman who had been on the beauty list looked out the window at the bright moon.

Bewildered.

The tall figure will only show the weakness of a woman when no one is around.

The rivers and lakes are dangerous, and it is conceivable that it is difficult for a sect formed by female heroes to stand upright, and it is not too much to say that it is "exhaustively thoughtful".

Over the years, countless people, including the owner of Juxian Villa, have been greedy for her beauty intentionally or unintentionally.

She has been holding on desperately, but now she is finally unable to do what she wants.

"Oh." Looking at the bright moon outside the window, she sighed softly, and then heard a strange voice behind her:

"It seems that these years, listening to Xuelou has not been easy."

"Who!?"

This voice is extremely abrupt.

Tingxue host's scalp was numb at first, and he didn't know when the other party sneaked into the room without making a sound.

Then, he instinctively touched his waist with his right hand, pinched several silver needles with his slender fingertips, raised his wrist and shot them out.

"Ding! Ding!"

Amid the sound of metal collisions, the silver needles were bounced off and hit the wooden pillars of the inn, like rain hitting plantains, revealing a dense pinhole.

Listening to the master Xue turning around, he finally saw the person coming:
A strange young man wearing an ordinary blouse and a bamboo hat sat quietly at the brown round table, holding a teacup in his right hand.

At this moment, slowly put down the blue and white teacup, and looked at her with a little appreciation:

"Lack of alertness, but fair reflexes."

The hostess's heart trembled, she slipped out a throwing knife from her sleeve, held it in her palm, and stared vigilantly at the uninvited guest:
"Your Excellency is..."

"Don't be nervous." Ji Pingan said calmly:
"If you take the liberty to visit, you will have something to give."

Tingxue Louzhu was suspicious, but he did not notice the killing intent, and raised his slender eyebrows:
"thing?"

When the words fell, the other party threw a thin book over.

She raised her hand to take it, and casually opened her eyes. At first, she didn't notice anything, but in the next second, her pupils shrank suddenly, and her face suddenly became solemn.

Fingers pinching the corners of the paper, flipping through the pages.

Ji Pingan didn't bother, and poured himself a glass of water.

After a while, the hostess raised her head, still vigilant, but her tone was more respectful:
"May I ask your Excellency, where did you get this booklet?"

On it, there are impressive records of some industries under the sect's jurisdiction, and the records of "agents" accepting bribes.

Every word sent chills down her spine, and her heart broke out in a cold sweat, not knowing whether it was true or not.

Ji Pingan said: "Juxian Zhuang Wang Lun."

It really was him... The hostess's heart sank: "He..."

"He's dead." Ji Pingan said as if he could see through her thoughts.

Dead... dead!
Tingxue Louzhu was startled at first, and then suspected that he had heard wrong.

That opponent with a cunning mind and excellent martial arts, which made her feel like a light, is actually dead?

It can be clearly seen that he has seen this person in Daguantai during the day.

"How is it possible?!" She lost her voice.

Ji Ping'an's expression was flat, he drank his saliva, and said the most terrifying words in the most flat tone:
"Master Juxian, even the dozens of gang members who came to Beijing this time have all been executed. You can inquire about it tomorrow. This book was found from his corpse. It may be of some use to you."

After finishing speaking, he unexpectedly saw that the woman opposite was in a trance, unable to speak for a long time.

It was clear that just now, she and Hongying were still worrying about the situation of the sect, and felt helpless.

But in the blink of an eye, a mysterious person told him that the powerful enemy he faced was dead, and without the leader Wang Lun, the power of Juxianzhuang was greatly damaged.

It is enough to make Tingxuelou out of crisis.

As for this booklet, help her get rid of her inner ghost... As for the authenticity, this is an excellent proof.

"Why..." Confusion appeared in her eyes, and she suddenly seemed to think of something, and tentatively said:
"Could it be that Your Excellency is from... Qin Tianjian?"

There are two reasons to support her guess.

First, using the method of sneaking in without the other party's knowledge or being aware of it is definitely not something a martial artist can do.

It's more like the style of a magic practitioner.

Second, she racked her brains, and the only thing she could think of was Qin Tianjian, the only force in the city of God who had the ability and motivation to do this.

Ji Pingan didn't give an answer, but just smiled.

The hostess only regarded him as "acquiescing", with mixed feelings in her heart, she was speechless for a moment.

It wasn't until Ji Pingan got up and was about to say goodbye that she said anxiously:

"Please stop!"

Ji Pingan turned around and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Listening to the snow master took a deep breath, and said sincerely:

"Can you tell me, what is the relationship between the Grand Master of Zhou and our faction?"

Ji Ping'an looked a little weird: "You don't know?"

Listening to Master Xue wryly smiling and shaking his head, everyone felt that she should know.

But the fact is that martial arts sects are not as good as big sects, and it is not easy to maintain the inheritance.

Many old things are easily lost.

For example, if the head of the sect dies unexpectedly—like Wang Lun, the sect below will face the crisis of disintegration.

Tingxuelou's inheritance has been considered quite long in the Jianghu.

She said bitterly:

"To tell you the truth, there are only a few words left in the building, but the details have been lost."

While speaking, she suddenly walked aside, took out a book from her luggage, and said:

"After entering Beijing, I saw that in the "Yuanqing Grand Ceremony", the biography of the national teacher was on sale. I bought it and searched carefully, but I couldn't find any words about Tingxuelou from it."

Ji Pingan looked at the biography of the axe, and suddenly felt a little delicate.

When Master Xue was stroking the book, he peeped at the man in the bamboo hat out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that the other party hesitated, his heart became more and more excited.

As the first landlord in charge of the sect, how can he not care about the history of the sect?
It's just that in the past, I searched hard and couldn't find any clues, but now I accidentally encountered a strong man who was suspected of having the background of Qin Tianjian, and I didn't want to let it go.

She clasped her hands together, her face full of sincerity:

"I beg your Excellency to let me know. I don't want to thank you for my great kindness. If there is a dispatch in the future, I will never say anything."

Tingxuelou has been operating in Lanzhou for hundreds of years, and its foundation is still there.

She is confident that even the big shots of Qin Tianjian, if they leave the capital of God and enter the rivers and lakes, there will be times when they need local snakes like them.

Although Ji Ping'an was not very interested in this, seeing the other party's longing eyes, he fell silent for a while, sighed softly, sat down, and said:
"The national teacher...has nothing to do with your faction, but the patriarch of your faction is an old acquaintance."

really!

Ting Xue's eyes lit up, and he also sat down, pretending to listen.

Then I heard the man in the bamboo hat say:
"Do you still know the true identity of the original landlord?"

Hearing Xuezhu shook his head hesitantly, and said:
"It is only recorded that the patriarch is a strange woman with a mysterious origin and strong martial arts. She calls herself 'Tingxue', so she founded our school."

Ji Pingan seemed to smile: "So, you don't know her real name either."

"The real... name?"

"That's right," Ji Pingan picked up the blue-and-white teacup again, but his eyes fell on the "Biography of the National Teacher" on the table, and said:
"The national teacher has experienced countless things in his life, but the Jianghu involved is not too many, but if you mention the real name of your patriarch, you should know it. Her real name is 'Xue Ji'."

Xue Ji... Hearing these two words, the hostess was startled, and then blurted out:

"Hundreds of years ago, Xue Ji, the witch of the Four Sages of Jianghu?"

Of course she has heard of this name.

Not only briefly appeared in "The Biography of the National Teacher", but also recorded in the rivers and lakes.

She said as if recalling:

"In the old days, the king of the previous dynasty was incompetent, and the world fought against it together. The rivers and lakes were also turbulent. Among them, there was a big force called the Four Sages. Its leader was extremely powerful, not inferior to the famous sects. Magic skills together.

"Under the banner of the Rebel Army, but practiced the devil's ways, and became notorious. He was also listed as a 'demon cult' by the decent faction. The so-called saints in the sect are also 'witches' and 'witches' in the decent words..."

She picked up the booklet, quickly turned to a certain page, and said:
"It is recorded in the biography that in the past, the armies of the Divine Emperor and the National Teacher also clashed with the forces of the Jianghu. The Four Sacred Sects were finally wiped out by the Great Zhou army and completely disappeared in history. And Xue Ji is this Demon Sect The demon girl was once an enemy of the national teacher, but it was mentioned briefly in this book, and the record is unknown."

Ji Pingan picked up the cup, took a sip, and said with emotion:

"One stroke in the history books hides thousands of scheming. What's more about these trivial things?"

The hostess asked suspiciously:
"Your Excellency, do you know this secret? You said that the patriarch of my sect is the demon girl. This... please explain clearly how the national teacher is an enemy of it, and how can a Jianghu sect have the ability to fight against the national teacher ?”

She leaned forward, clutching the biography tightly, with strong puzzlement in her voice.

If you say that you just asked, you are only holding the mentality of understanding history.

But now, knowing that Tingxuelou, which is known as a decent family, actually originated from the Demon Cult, this is undoubtedly hard for her to accept.

Ji Pingan gently put down the cup, was silent for a while, and then said:

"Back then, the Four Sages were indeed a difficult enemy. Even the national teacher... was once imprisoned by it. Oh, there is no need to be surprised. After all, no one is strong from the beginning."

"I would like to hear the details." Tingxue's expression was serious.

Ji Pingan was silent for a while, as if organizing his words:

"This matter starts from that winter, when a small team led by the young national teacher was defeated by the Four Sacred Sect branch..."

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ps: I got stuck, mainly hesitating whether to write this background story, and whether to write it in detail or briefly.After all, the protagonist's "old lover" has already appeared three times... Moreover, every time a new character is released, there must be a place for the follow-up outline... I want to hear everyone's opinions, should I not write it down, or write it briefly like Xu Yuanyun , or write in detail like Liuli Bodhisattva...

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