The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 238 Madam, Please Respect Yourself
"what happened?"

After a long time, until the figures of the two disappeared, a monk realized it later and asked in a whisper.

At the same time, the group of Buddhist disciples all turned their heads and turned their eyes to Tutuo, the guardian, expecting an answer.

"..." The burly guard was silent for a moment, clasped his hands together, looked at the two women in front of him, and said:
"Since that's the case, please wait in the temple for a while, both of you."

Yu Yu blinked his big eyes, and on his pink and delicate face, there was some eagerness to try:
"Shall we go to see your abbot?"

For some reason, the nursing home instinctively disliked this lovely benefactor, shook his head and said:
"The mage only saw Ji Sichen."

Tch... It's fine if you don't go... Who cares about an old bald donkey... Yu Yukou was wrong, so he forced his respect.

As for Ye Hongling, it was only at this time that she gradually recovered from the shock, her expression was complicated, and it was the first time she truly realized Ji Ping'an's specialness.

A monk led the two girls away, and when they left, one person worriedly said:
"Guardian, do you really want to let the imperial court investigate any cases?"

The Nursing Court said indifferently: "Since it is invited by the mage, there must be a reason, and we will follow the arrangement."

See people no longer speak.

He waved his monk's robe to disperse the monks, but his ears moved slightly, and he looked up at the gate of the mountain temple.

Then I walked a few steps quickly, stood in front of the temple gate, and looked down. I saw the official road winding like satin under the reflection of the burning clouds in the evening, and a team of trains came.

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"Sichen, please sit here for a while." In Yunlin Temple, in an elegant courtyard.

Zhike monk raised his hand, pointed at a hall and laughed.

Ji Pingan nodded slightly, and stepped over the threshold, only to see many landscape paintings hanging on the walls of the hall, each of which was very valuable.

There are a wide range of Buddhist monks, including practitioners and ordinary monks.

Among the latter, there are also poet monks and painter monks. The Confucian Lin was not prosperous in the Southern Tang Dynasty, so the ancestral arts of many scholars were taken up by monks.

Ji Pingan admired it with his hands behind his back, without feeling anxious at all.

It took a long time before I heard footsteps approaching in the corridor outside the door.

Then, outside the opened door, an old monk with a rather elegant and handsome appearance flashed out, wearing a brand new white monk robe, about fifty years old, holding a brown bead string in his hand.

Ji Pingan turned his head and met the gentle and calm eyes of the old monk.

Master Yihong clasped his hands together:
"Amitabha, the abbot of Yunlin Temple, a poor monk, with the name of Yihong."

Ji Pingan smiled and said, "Qin Tianjian, Si Chen Ji Pingan."

After the two parties reported their homes, they sat down respectively. Looking in from the outside, they saw two monks and guests sitting opposite each other inside the open carved vermilion door leaf, surrounded by green bamboos.

Master Yihong praised: "I have heard about Ji Sichen's name for a long time, but seeing him today is really extraordinary."

Ji Pingan asked in surprise, "The abbot has heard of me too?"

Master Yihong resolutely refused to talk about the Great Reward of the Gods, and only said:

"A few months ago, Senior Brother Xue Ting sent a letter, which recorded the interesting things in Beijing, and attached a Buddhist gatha: 'All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and like electricity, you should observe it like this', the poor The monk was greatly shocked, he thought it was done by Senior Brother Xue Ting, but he didn't want to sign it, but it was Si Chen."

The old monk Xue Ting really likes Amway... Ji Pingan thought about it, and said:

"I didn't do it. I dare not steal my name. It was actually chanted by the national teacher. In the narrow alley of Shendu, I met Abbot Xueting and Master Zhang of Huaiyuan by chance in the past. I said this, but I didn't want to Passed to Yuhang."

Master Yihong smiled and said, "It's not Yuhang, but it has already been introduced to Southern Tang."

After a pause, he asked:

"So, the eight characters on the note that Si Chen sent..."

Ji Pingan nodded, and said lightly:
"I studied with the national teacher in the past, and I heard him tell an interesting story about Jingguang Bodhisattva many years ago. At that time, he said a Buddhist gatha, and I wrote it down."

Sure enough!

Master Yihong was not surprised, and sighed:
"I don't want to hide from Si Chen, this half sentence of Buddha's gatha was left by Master Jingguang. However, my talent is blunt, and I have not been enlightened for decades. Today, I have Si Chen's point, and I will have no regrets in this life."

No regrets in this life!

This four-character evaluation can be seen.

Although this Buddhist gatha was not comprehended by himself, but was told by outsiders, Master Yihong did not make great progress in Buddhism, and there was no chance to reproduce the pure light.

But being able to "know" the second half of the verse is indeed a wish fulfillment for him.

Then, the old monk exchanged greetings around the Buddha gatha for a while, and the words were full of reverence for the national teacher, and Ji Pingan, the person involved, was quite embarrassed to hear it.

"Abbot, today I am not here alone, but I was invited by Prime Minister Yesi, the demon slayer, to investigate a case." Ji Pingan coughed lightly and got to the point.

Then, without waiting for the mage in white to inquire, he briefly described what happened.

During the process, he observed the words and expressions, and saw Master Yihong's expression was calm. After listening, he pondered for a moment, and then said:

"The poor monk is also concerned about this matter."

"Oh?" Ji Pingan smiled and listened.

Not surprisingly, Songzi suddenly came to fruition, and the news spread to the outside world, so it is unreasonable that the inside of the Chanyuan knew nothing about it.

Master Yihong said seriously:

"It is true that there have been many more women in the temple recently, and they have come to pay homage to the statue of Avalokitesvara, and they have repeatedly come true. However, there is nothing strange about this matter. At least, all the monks in the temple have checked themselves and did not maliciously spread rumors, so it is true. .And sending a child to create a human being is beyond the reach of magic. In the eyes of the poor monk, it may be related to the reappearance of the Buddha's mighty power."

Ji Pingan stared at him and said:

"The abbot means that the revival of the spiritual essence and the increase in the overall strength of the Buddhist sect lead to an increase in the power of vows? Or do you think... it has something to do with the return of the ancient strongmen of the Buddhist sect?"

silence.

Master Yihong stared at the young man quietly and said:

"The benefactor knows, why bother to ask."

Apparently, the Buddhist sect also knew about the "return of the stars" a long time ago, and even Master Yihong, who was far away in the territory of Dazhou, also knew the inside story.

Ji Pingan shook his head and said:
"However, as far as I know, although the power of Buddhist vows is indeed similar to luck and can affect the fate of mortals to a certain extent, it is only helpful for pregnancy and childbirth, which is too weird."

Master Yihong said indifferently: "Si Chen thinks there are other possibilities?"

Ji Pingan said: "Can I go to the Songzi Guanyin Hall to take a look?"

With a calm demeanor, Master Yihong got up and said:
"Please come with me."

Then, the two of them left the living room, walked along the corridor back to the front hall, and stepped into a large hall through the side door.

In the spacious big house propped up by red lacquered wooden pillars, the altar is covered with golden silk. This is a taboo among the folks, but Buddhism is an exception.

On the stage, a Buddha statue of "Songzi Guanyin" sits cross-legged and meditates, with a solemn treasure.

The appearance is very different from Ji Ping'an's "Avalokitesvara" impression left by watching the TV series "Journey to the West" a few lives ago... The real Avalokitesvara has no gender distinction, and all external appearances are illusions.

Ji Pingan looked away and looked at the three futons lined up under the Buddha altar in the main hall.

At this moment, the temple is closed, there are no pilgrims, and the hall is empty.

Master Yihong pointed to the futon and said:

"When the female benefactor comes to visit, she kowtows here and then leaves."

Ji Ping'an didn't shy away from it either, he saw his robe flickering, stars were faintly moving, and two phantoms of the astrolabe appeared in the depths of his pupils.

Astrology is on.

boom!
Light and shadow change.

With the blessing of the "Xingyun Robe", his astrology has also been improved to a certain extent, and the originally dim light in the Buddhist hall gradually brightened, and time is turning back.

Master Yihong beside him disappeared.

Outside the door, a woman began to walk in backwards, then bowed down respectfully, then got up again, and walked out backwards...

A batch.

Two batches.

Three batches.

These women are of different ages, the youngest are only in their teens, and the oldest are in their 50s and [-]s. They include concubines from rich and noble families, daughters of officials, and village women in shabby clothes.

It's just that everyone has piety on their faces.

As time went back and forth, the astrolabe in Ji Ping'an's eyes rotated, and the spirit essence in Qi Hai continued to drop, but he never saw anything unusual.

Finally, Ji Pingan cut off the supply of Ling Su and closed his eyes.

The scenery changed, and the Buddhist hall became empty again. He opened his eyes and saw three empty futons in front of him, and the mage in white beside him.

Master Yihong stared at him with brown eyes:
"Si Chen has seen enough?"

Ji Pingan let out a deep breath and smiled:

"It's getting late, can we stay in the temple?"

Master Yihong nodded and said, "Of course."

Immediately, he waved his hand to the distance, waiting for the Zhike monk who was in the distance to run over:

"Abbot, what are your orders?"

Master Yihong said: "Arrange a guest room, please invite the three of Ji Sichen to stay, and serve fast meals."

The Zhike monk hurriedly responded, nodded and smiled at Ji Pingan, making a "please" gesture.

Ji Pingan nodded happily, and followed the other party to leave the place, leaving only the monk in white to stay where he was. He turned to look at the Guanyin on the Buddhist altar, and folded his hands together.

……

Just when Ji Ping'an left the Buddhist hall and went to settle down.

At the foot of the Chanyuan Mountain, the long motorcade stopped, and the "Pei's" flag on the carriage was extremely eye-catching.

"Ma'am, here we are."

In the middle of the line, outside an expensive carriage, the big maid took out a small stool and put it down, calling softly.

When the curtain of the car was lifted, Li Xiangjun's catkins were first exposed, and then, his plump figure in a purple dress and skirt was revealed.

Mistress Pei poked out a well-maintained face, looked at the tall and majestic Buddhist temple, exhaled lightly, and then stepped on a small stool to get out of the car.

Standing still in a dignified manner, surrounded by carriages are maids and servants, as well as martial arts guards raised by the master Pei's family.

During this trip to the Buddhist monastery, Li Xiangjun came "alone" without his daughter and son.

After all, although the mother and daughter are close, it is somewhat embarrassing for the daughter to accompany her mother to ask for a child.

As for Patriarch Pei Wei, he is still recuperating in the hospital bed and unable to come.

"The temple is about to be closed." Li Xiangjun bathed in the red glow, and looked at the top of the white stone steps with worry in his eyes.

The big maid smiled and said:
"Yunlin Buddhist Monastery does not take less incense donations from Mrs. Pei every year. Madam wants to come to worship the Buddha, how dare the other party refuse?"

Li Xiangjun nodded slightly, raised his arms, and climbed up the steps with the support of two maids.

The rest of the servant guards followed.

This mighty group of people was extremely eye-catching, and immediately attracted the attention of the gatekeeper monk, who turned around to report.

Not long after, when the nursing home heard the news, it saw Mrs. Pei had stepped into the Buddhist temple, and immediately folded her hands together:
"Benefactor Pei came to the Han Temple, and we are far away from welcoming him."

The attitude and treatment of the government and the court are different.

Buddhism has always had a good attitude towards squires who are willing to pay.

Li Xiangjun returned the gift and said:
"The disciple took the liberty to come here. I don't want Toutuo to greet me in person, which will frustrate the disciple."

The two sides exchanged pleasantries for a while, and the nursing home asked about the purpose of coming, without any surprise on their faces, but said:
"Blesser Pei has a pious heart to worship the Buddha, and come with me."

Immediately, a group of people marched to the palace where the Songzi Guanyin was located.

Master Yihong had already left, and the hall was empty. Immediately, monks came in and rang the wooden fish and copper bell, and burned incense, and the scene was full.

Li Xiangjun had a graceful figure, twisted his waist and walked straight to the middle of the three futons, his round hips sank suddenly, and he knelt on the futons.

Put your hands together, look up at the majestic Avalokitesvara, with pious eyes, and silently recite the Buddha's name.

Then she lowered her eyes and closed her eyes, praying in a low voice:

"Disciple Li Xiangjun from the Pei family, bow down to the Buddha, and look forward to my husband, Junkang... I hope the disciple will conceive a fourth son as soon as possible, so as to continue the incense of the Pei family..."

No one noticed, including the large nursing home standing outside the hall. Along with the prayer, a flash of spiritual light suddenly flashed in the lowered eyes of the "Songzi Guanyin" on the Buddhist altar.

As if alive, looking down at the plump, glamorous, prostrating beautiful woman, that painted face, apart from being holy, has a touch of spookiness.

However, this abnormality only lasted for a moment, and it was extremely hidden, unable to be detected by the naked eye.

When Li Xiangjun stood up and walked out of the Buddhist hall, the Great Protector arranged for people from the Pei family to stay in the guest room—

As the largest family in the south of the Yangtze River, the Pei family even has a special guest room in the temple.

At this moment, the last rays of the setting sun went out.

A dark cloud floated from a distance, covering the mountain, and the twilight merged.

In the Buddhist temple, came the evening drum.

……

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Zen courtyard, a certain courtyard, in the guest room.

Ji Ping'an and Ye Hongling sat opposite each other on the floor covered with mats, with a low table in the middle, on which a light vegetarian meal was placed.

The lamps in the house were lit, revealing every detail of the reflection.

Ji Pingan turned his head and looked out the window until the bell stopped and a crow chirped.

The door of the room was pushed open suddenly, and a beautiful saint in a pink skirt rushed in excitedly, like a purebred husky:

"We've found out, it's people from the Pei family who have come, and the mistress of the Pei family has also come to beg for a child!"

Mistress Pei?

Li Xiangjun?
When Ji Pingan heard this, the image of a beautiful woman appeared in his mind, and his face became weird.

I remembered that I reminded the other party to practice a trumpet at the beginning, but it really came... What kind of fate is this.

No, it's not a coincidence. According to the time calculation, everyone is also in Yuhang City, and everyone gets the news at about the same speed.

It is not surprising that Li Xiangjun wanted to try because he wanted to have a son.

"Madam Pei is here too?"

Ye Hongling sat cross-legged, with the long black saber placed aside, the black gauze cap was taken off, and her jet-black hair was tied into a neat bun, slightly diluting the sharpness of the sword eyebrows.

She looks ugly:
"Has Mrs. Pei gone to worship Buddha? If not, you have to stop it."

Knowing that this matter was weird, it was impossible for Ye Hongling to just sit back and watch Li Xiangjun get involved. Among other things, his status as the largest clan in the south of the Yangtze River was a problem.

Yu Yu blinked his big innocent eyes and said:
"I have already paid my respects! She is very anxious, she is obviously not in a hurry, and it will be the same tomorrow morning, but she looks like she can't wait for a moment. Hey, do you think Pei Wei is useless?"

As she spoke, the drama girl raised her delicate little hand, made a "circle" with her thumb and forefinger, and stretched out a middle finger with the other hand, posing as a piston:
"This this..."

Ji Pingan: "..."

Ye Hongling: "..."

The two tacitly ignored the performance of the shame of Taoism, the female warrior's heart sank, and her scalp tingled:

"If Li Xiangjun is also tricked, then the problem will be serious."

Ji Pingan looked relatively calm, picked up the chopsticks, and teased the vegetarian food in the bowl:

"The situation may not be that bad. I tried astrological deduction in the Buddha Hall of Sending My Son, but I didn't see any problems."

Ye Hongling breathed a sigh of relief.

After a pause, he added: "However, this does not mean that there are no problems."

Ye Hongling felt that she had let go too soon, and said worriedly:

"What do you mean?"

Yu Yu stretched his short legs, swaggered to the side of the two and sat down cross-legged, grabbed the chopsticks and rummaged through the vegetables on the plate, frowning:

"It's not at all nasty... What he said is that there is no problem on the surface, but it doesn't mean that there is really no problem. Although astrology can read the past pictures from starlight, it is not going back in time after all. Many Details will be lost."

Ji Pingan nodded, affirmed the explanation of the saint, and said:

"And as far as I know, there is no magic technique in this world that can make a woman really pregnant from a distance without doing anything."

The female warrior is good at reasoning, and immediately asked:

"So. What do you mean, the problem may not be in the Buddhist hall? Or, even if there is a problem in the Buddhist hall, it is not the key? After all, they are worshiping the Buddha in the daytime. It is difficult to hide it from the monks in the temple."

Ji Pingan nodded and said:

"Of course, there is another possibility that the person hiding in the dark has not done anything recently. I have seen that there are quite a few women who come to ask for children during the day, but according to the file you gave me, there are no real pregnant people. More than you can imagine."

Yu Yu picked up a vegetable in distaste, took a bite, and didn't like throwing it up, saying:

"So, do you think the man in the dark chooses his prey?"

Ye Hongling thought for a while and said:
"It may also be because the recent rumors are tight, so I stopped for the time being. Especially when we come here today with great fanfare, those who hide in the dark will definitely be afraid."

Although she is submissive to Buddhism, she is quite confident as a monk sitting in a well.

"It's all possible," Ji Pingan said, "So, Li Xiangjun should be safe for the time being."

Ye Hongling breathed a sigh of relief, and said:

"Then what should we do next? Master Yihong said that he investigated the matter and found no abnormalities, so it should not be false."

Yu Yu sneered when he heard this, and put forward a bold hypothesis:
"Why are the words of the Buddhist bald donkey trusted? If they are the real culprits?"

The girl has no evidence.

It's all about prejudice.

Ji Ping'an looked flat:
"Things are nothing more than two possibilities. Either the person behind the scenes is related to Buddhism, or it has nothing to do with it. We can think about it separately."

Ye Hongling said:
"I'm inclined to have nothing to do with it. Buddhism has been operating here for hundreds of years. Even if it involves... reborn people, there is no reason to make such a big fuss."

She finally stopped pretending, and threw out the word "reborn" tentatively. After speaking, the female warrior carefully observed the expressions of the two of them.

Fantasizing, the two changed color and asked her how she guessed the scene.

However, the two of them were in a calm group without any reaction at all, which made the female warrior feel ashamed for a while, realizing that she might have too much inner drama.

Yu Yujiao snorted and said:
"It's definitely related. The big bald donkey can do everything. It's not surprising that a group of monks have some dirty thoughts when they see beautiful women coming in and out. I think the most suspicious one is that Master Yihong. He is the boss. Besides him, who else has the ability to cover the sky with one hand? Or is it the big protector, who is tall and powerful, and must be in great demand!"

So, without Xin Yaoguang's supervision, you have lost the slightest bit of reserve... Ji Pingan was amazed and immune to Yu Yu's tiger-wolf words.

Ye Hongling watched her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose, pretending not to hear.

Seeing the disagreement between the two parties, Ji Pingan picked up his job bowl, ate a fast meal, and said calmly:

"Whether it involves Buddhism or not, if you want to find out the people behind the scenes, you still have to start with the pregnancy of those women. Have you ever thought about a question?"

The two girls said in unison: "What?"

Ji Pingan said:
"Those women only got pregnant after coming home to pray to Buddha. Then the problematic link may not be in the Buddhist temple, but on the way to and from, to be precise, on the way back."

Ye Hongling was thoughtful.

This is indeed a possibility. Ordinary people would definitely not be able to do it, but if they were reborn, using spells would be enough to deceive the perception of mortals, and impregnate a woman without anyone noticing.

"In this way, there is a third possibility, which is to blame Buddhism. In this way, it will attract us to investigate." The female warrior said.

Yu Yu unhappily insisted on the original sentence:
"What is there to blame a bunch of bald donkeys? Is it useful? The incense is better, and the government doesn't dare to investigate. I think they did it by themselves. It can be fun, and it can have a publicity effect. Two birds."

Ji Pingan slowly picked up the rice, and ate the last grain of rice in the bowl amidst the quarrel between the two daughters.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, took out two pieces of talisman paper from his arms, and handed them to the two respectively:

"This is a messenger talisman, as long as it is torn apart, you can summon other people."

The second daughter took it in a daze: "What are you doing?"

Ji Pingan stood up, stretched, and smiled:

"I've been on the road for a day, I'm tired, go back and rest first, maybe there will be a turnaround when I wake up."

The two women looked at each other, Ye Hongling wanted to speak, but Yu Yu blinked his big eyes. Based on his experience, he realized that Ji Pingan might have "calculated" something again.

Simply turned and left.

Ye Hongling was startled for a moment, thoughtfully, and got up to leave with her fists clasped.

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The night is dark.

In the courtyard belonging to the Pei family, the big maid carried a small basket and sprinkled flower petals in the bathtub.

The steam curled up, and the lights in the whole room were brightly lit. She reached out to test the temperature of the water and said:

"Ma'am, you can take a bath now."

Li Xiangjun let out a lazy "En", waved his hand, and drove away the maid who wanted to undress her:

"The land of Buddhism, avoid luxury and enjoyment, I will come by myself."

The servant girl let out an oh, pushed the door out of the room, and stood guard outside.

Only Li Xiangjun stood up, pulling his belt with his slender hands, and the purple skirt fell down, piled up on his ankles.

Soon, as pieces of cloth fell, like peeled bamboo shoots, a pair of suet jade was exposed to the air.

In the sound of "crash", water splashed.

Li Xiangjun buried himself in hot water, closed his eyes comfortably, and scrubbed gently. When his hands came to his belly, he couldn't help showing anticipation and anxiety.

I don't know if it is feasible to pray to the Buddha this time.

"Ah." Sighing lightly, Li Xiangjun felt that his body was on fire today, and it was extremely hot, and his thoughts were unprecedentedly strong, giving birth to a very strong idea of ​​having children.

It's a pity that they came out in a hurry and didn't bring any "weapons", so they had to dance and dance.

Shaking her head fiercely, the elegant and handsome woman sighed and got up, walked out of the pool, wiped off the water droplets on her body, and called the servant girl to clean the ground.

He turned around and went to the next bedroom.

The guest rooms in Yunlin Temple are all arranged in a "Zen room". There are no beds, only wooden boards and mats on the floor, and bedding is also on the floor.

Li Xiangjun was not used to it, but after driving for a day, he was really tired, so he took off his clothes and threw the skirt on the ground.

Wearing only a small coat, he burrowed into the bedding like a white fish, and soon fell into a sound sleep.

The night was getting darker, and the guards outside the door were far away.

The starry sky tonight was covered by dark clouds, so it seemed that there were not a few stars left, and Li Xiangjun was sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, a puff of smoke came from nowhere, quietly, flowing in from the crack in the door of the meditation room, and gathered and piled up, condensing into a dark male figure.

I couldn't see clearly in the dark, I saw him walking slowly barefoot, gradually approaching the sleeping woman on the ground.

After walking a few steps, he seemed to think of something, took out something from his arms, and blew it lightly.

Huh...In an instant, a pink mist spread, and Li Xiangjun inhaled it through his mouth and nose, his body became hotter and hotter, and he felt dry and hot in his sleep.
"Husband..."

The black shadow smiled silently, approached with satisfaction, and then bent slightly, stretched out only one arm, and grabbed the corner of the quilt.

Immediately, his arm was grabbed by Li Xiangjun.

The corner of Sombra's mouth twitched:
"Ma'am, please respect yourself."

……

Another part of the Zen garden, in the guest room.

The lamp on the table had been extinguished, the wind was moving, and some moonlight poured in from the window and shone on the ground.

I saw that the quilt was neat and tidy, and there was no trace of being used.

Ji Pingan meditated cross-legged, facing the door, bathed in the starlight, the robe on his body had returned to its original appearance.

The black color is the background, and the golden stars flow and circulate along the surface of the robe, which is mysterious and mysterious.

And in front of him, there was a hexagonal astrolabe, simple and heavy.

At this moment, as the moonlight shines on it, the lines on the astrolabe light up, linking up the appearance of a star map.

Ji Pingan broke away from his practice, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, he raised his hand to make a formula, his robe trembled, and his body shattered into starlight, flowing out along the window.

The starlight escape method is extremely fast and secretive.

This is a method that can only be mastered by Si Jing Xingguan, but he can use it within a very short distance with the help of the nebula robe.

In the blink of an eye, starlight condensed and pieced together, and Ji Pingan appeared in another meditation room of the Buddhist monastery, calmly looking at the mysterious man who raised his wrist and raised his quilt.

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