The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 334: A killing game in the teahouse in the wind and snow at noon ([-] words, please subscribe)
At night, the lanterns under the eaves swayed in the cold wind, and the figures reflected on the window paper looked like ghosts.

The magistrate of Xu County, who was wandering around the room, was shocked: "Who is it?"

"Sir, it's me."

"Come in."

The door creaked open, and the county magistrate, wearing a captor's robe and a breath of cool air, walked in and raised his hand to the county magistrate who stared at him with burning eyes:

"Sir, the information is confirmed. Daomen Fan Patrol rushed to Baoqingfang after you left."

"Baoqingfang?" The Xu County magistrate was stunned, "Continue!"

"Yes!" The head catcher vividly told the story of how Fan Ju blocked people, how he "discussed" with the Taoist priest he met and was caught with a flying sword, and was thrown out in disgrace.

Finally said:
"This matter has been spread among the people. It is said that the old Taoist priest from outside is rich. He has exchanged a lot of valuable goods with the gangsters here. He can take action at will, and they are all worthless."

The magistrate of Xu County stroked his beard with a look of astonishment on his face:
"Inspector Fan was kicked out?"

"Exactly!"

Hiss... The county magistrate took a breath. With his status, the Taoist elder was already a great figure in the world.

But the mysterious Taoist made Fan Ju retreat...

No wonder the Daomen inspection team unexpectedly visited. There was indeed a big movement, but what the county magistrate was puzzled about was:

Isn't this a monk?Who is this wild Taoist priest?

The magistrate has a headache.

A few days ago, it was suspected that there had been a fight between monks in the county town. The county magistrate followed the clues and locked in a group of monks from out of town.

Because it borders the Southern Tang Dynasty, it is not uncommon for monks to travel in Yuezhou.

But at this juncture, any suspicious person will attract the great attention of local officials.

The magistrate of Xu County looks arrogant and stupid, and he is very happy with his achievements, but this is more of a protective color.

After noticing the traces of Buddhism, he secretly sent a message to contact the "Yiwei Mansion" stationed in Yuezhou, that is, the Yuezhou Military Mansion, to ask for help.

As a result, before the people from Yiwei Mansion came, the Taoist inspection team came to visit him.

A conflict broke out with a mysterious old Taoist, which made the county magistrate, who was only a seventh-rank official, feel numb.

After thinking about it, he still felt that the level involved in this matter was beyond his ability:

"In this case, you can go there yourself and see how far away the people at the military mansion are..."

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, the faint sound of horse hoofbeats was heard outside the county government office. The crisp sound of horse hoofbeats was extremely clear in the cold winter night.

The county magistrate paused and glanced at the head catcher.

The latter understood the idea and rushed out to check. Not long after, he hurried back with a happy face:

"Sir, people from the Yiwei Mansion have arrived!"

But here we are... The county magistrate was overjoyed and hurriedly walked out of the house, only to see a team of no more than ten people walking into the courtyard wrapped in the cold.

Everyone is wrapped in cotton-padded clothes, and they don’t look like soldiers from the outside. They can only walk with demeanor and a sense of military spirit.

The leader is a tall man, about 50 years old, with a tiger's back and a wolf's waist. He wears a fur hat and carries a bow and quiver behind his back. The bow and arrows are wrapped with cloth strips, just like a hunter in the mountains.

But there is only one pair of eyes, eagle watching and wolf watching, bright and bright.

After entering the door, he smiled and hugged his fists:

"Your Majesty Wang, I haven't seen you for a long time. Your demeanor is better than before."

Magistrate Wang took a closer look. He was stunned at first, and then bowed his hands exaggeratedly. He was extremely surprised:
"General Yu!? Why are you here in person?"

The person who came was the leader of the Yiwei Mansion, the Great Zhou Divine General!
A high-ranking military attache who commands the military power of a state and is of the same rank as the prefect!
Wang County was confusing. In his opinion, it was considered a high standard for the military government to send out commander-level officers, deputy generals, generals, etc.

But who would have thought that the god general of Yiwei Mansion would come to visit in person? !

There was no joy in his heart as a big stone fell to the ground, but he became more and more panicked... Lao Wang, who had been in official circles for many years, knew very well that being able to alert the god general to come in person meant that the storm brewing in Xu County was more serious than he expected.

"Come in and talk."

General Yiwei seemed to have no official pretensions. He was related to the magistrate Wang and served as officials in the same place, so he seemed very polite.

Magistrate Wang did not dare to entrust him, so he hurriedly welcomed everyone into the house.

After they both sat down, General Yiwei revealed his intention:
"According to the military government's investigation, the monk you mentioned is most likely a Buddhist arhat who came to our great Zhou Dynasty for another purpose. This matter is very relevant, so I have no choice but to go there myself... What is the situation now? Has there been any change?"

Arhat... a strong man under the Bodhisattva... The county magistrate felt bitter in his heart and hurriedly explained the situation.

General Yiwei listened carefully at first, but gradually his face became uncomfortable:

"Fan Ju is already here? And he's confronting the mysterious monk?"

He also realized that the situation in small Xu County was suddenly complicated.

County Magistrate Wang tentatively said:

"Do you want to meet Inspector Fan?"

General Yiwei shook his head and said calmly:

"Don't reveal our arrival yet."

In the eyes of the people at the bottom, Taoism and the imperial court are on the same side.

But at the level of the general, he has already learned about the existence of the "Reborn One", and God General Yiwei knows it very well.

Nowadays, the struggle among the upper echelons of the dynasty is becoming increasingly fierce, and conflicts and fighting have broken out in many places in order to snatch people.

Although Emperor Yuan Qing and Xin Yaoguang maintained their dignity on the surface, in fact, they were beaten into pieces.

From this perspective, he and Fan Ju are also competitors.

Just when he was about to continue questioning, suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps came from outside the door again, and the head catcher who had just exited the door knowingly returned:
"My lord, general, a dart was thrown in from outside just now, with a letter on it!"

letter?
In the room, everyone in the court looked at each other. Magistrate Wang took it, opened it and glanced at it, then his expression changed slightly, and handed it to General Yiwei.

After seeing it, the latter's expression also changed.

On the letter paper was a letter of "intelligence", to the effect that tomorrow at noon, the "human world" would appear at the "Huanglong Tomb" outside the city to connect with the mysterious forces.

Signed by: A handsome guy who wishes to remain anonymous

"This……"

Eleven faces in the room were stunned at the same time.

……

……

post house.

Wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe and with an elegant appearance, Fan Ju sat cross-legged in the room, exhaling white breath as the spiritual elements circulated through the heavens.

He opened his eyes, looking anxious.

During the day, after returning from Baoqingfang, Fan Ju immediately wrote a letter, folded it into a thousand paper cranes, and flew it to the Taoist Gate of Yuezhou Fucheng for help.

But in fact, he had no confidence that this behavior had any effect.

The human world is more powerful than expected, which completely disrupts his plans.

And the other party couldn't stupidly wait until Daomen reinforcements arrived.

It is obvious that his operation to capture "Human Shijian" has basically failed.

The only good news is that the other party is also not interested in starting a war with Daomen. The action of seizing the sword is more like showing the attitude of "don't offend the river".

This gave Fan Ju a headache. According to the content of Xin Yaoguang's decree, the Taoist sect has always adopted the mode of courtesy first and then fighting when dealing with unstable factors such as reborn people.

That is, extend an olive branch first and invite the other party to join.

If the other party doesn't give face, Dao Ye will strike with his sword again... In past actions, this strategy has been considered unfavorable.

But when the reborns gathered into an independent force, the situation became awkward.

Although the Taoist sect still cannot be defeated in the human world, it is impossible for the Taoist sect to send a bunch of Guantian or even Xin Yaoguang himself to play cat and mouse with these people.

And with the strength of the Yuezhou Dao Sect, it seems impossible to take over the human world.

This resulted in the group of reborns who were supposed to be hiding and developing like rats in the gutter, suddenly taking to the streets openly.

The intent is obvious:
I am a reborn person, but if you don’t have the ability to catch me, then get out of here.Anyway, we will not take the initiative to attack your Daomen.

"Hey, what should we do if things continue like this?" Fan Ju frowned.

In less than a year, the human world dared to openly challenge the Taoist sect.

If the other party is allowed to develop, it will be difficult to judge who has the final say in the territory of Yuezhou.

"For this plan, we must seek help from the Headmaster!"

Fan Ju stood up and came to the window.

Pushing open the window with both hands, I found that there were no stars or moon tonight, and there was a biting wind, as if there were fine snowflakes falling down.

Just as he was making up his mind, suddenly, a figure hurried towards him outside the courtyard.

Not long after, the handsome little Taoist priest came upstairs panting, with snowflakes still on his hair:

"Master, look! Someone threw this into the post house, but when I chased him out, he had already disappeared."

"What?" Fan Ju was startled and took the letter.

He opened his eyes and glanced slightly, his color changed slightly:

Tomorrow at noon...Huanglong Tomb...the human world...connection...

When he saw "an unnamed magnesium aluminum" written at the end, Fan Ju fell into deep thought:
'Magnesium aluminum'...what is it again?
…………

In the inn, after sending Wei Qingqing and Jiang Chunqiu out to deliver the letter, Ji Pingan closed the door and sat cross-legged on the ground.

He took out the kit and started rummaging through it. After a while, he pulled out a scarecrow.

The scarecrow is not big, only as big as a palm, with a red talisman on its face.

This is a magic weapon he got many years ago and is ready to use it tomorrow.

"The way to find the way is very simple. Since the person who makes an appointment with us tomorrow is not Yu Baishu, it is most likely a trap. I will write two letters and you will each send them to the Daomen for inspection and the county government office. Let them come over tomorrow to join in the fun. It is so-called fishing in troubled waters. , Only by muddying the water can we see clearly what is under the water." Ji Ping'an explained.

Jiang Chunqiu hesitated and said:

"But I'm afraid that the other party will not show up when it sees the rabbit. What if we are indifferent and the other party doesn't show up?"

Ji Ping'an's answer at the time was:
"Who says I won't go?"

inside the room.

Ji Ping'an looked at the scarecrow with the help of candlelight, smiled, and said to himself:
"I have no choice but to ask Brother Tao for a visit tomorrow."

As he spoke, he breathed gently towards it, and the red talisman suddenly became brighter.

After a while, the little scarecrow seemed to come alive and was given a soul. It jumped to the floor, then faced Ji Ping'an and assumed a cross-legged meditation posture.

Then, he actually transformed into another "Taoist who moves mountains".

There is no difference in appearance, temperament, and demeanor.

"Moshan Taoist" looked at Ji Pingan, smiled and stroked his beard: "It should be so."

Silent all night.

In the second half of the night, fine winter snow began to fall in Xu County.

When Ji Pingan woke up at dawn the next day, he saw that the streets, rooftops, and mountains, rivers, and vegetation in the distance were all covered in white frost.

The snow was not heavy, and at least it did not affect the lives of the people in the city.

The three of them had a meal at the inn, then mounted their horses and headed out of the city along the street, attracting so many eyes at once.

What's strange is that when the three horses left the north city gate, they suddenly faded and disappeared inch by inch, as if they had never appeared before.

At the same time, outside the South City Gate, an old Taoist priest suddenly appeared on the official road.

Ji Ping'an still walked with the appearance of a "mountain-moving Taoist", with his thick cotton robe hanging down and the feng shui plate around his waist swaying as he walked.

After leaving the city, the world was lonely.

There are very few people walking outside the city on this snowy day, and you can only meet them occasionally.

Either they were traders driving donkey carts to deliver goods to the city, or they were sellers carrying poles in the wind and snow.

An old Taoist priest walked among them, very inconspicuous.

Ji Ping'an walked all the way, neither hurry nor slow, and arrived at the "Huanglong Tomb" before noon.

The so-called "Huanglong Tomb" is actually the name of a mountain on the official road.

In winter, there is no green on the mountain, it is all withered and yellow. From a distance, it looks like a huge tomb.

Beside the official road, there are occasionally places for pedestrians to rest.

When Ji Ping'an arrived, he saw a tea shed at a glance.

In the summer, there would be vendors setting up tables and benches under the tea tents for pedestrians to drink, but after winter, there were no more.

The tables, chairs and benches were all removed, leaving only a solitary shed with wooden pillars and straw on top. Perhaps half of it was collapsed due to the strong winds a few days ago.

Ji Ping'an walked under the tea shed, rolled up his sleeves, stood up the collapsed tea shed, then picked up a broken broom and started sweeping the snow seriously.

He swept very carefully, and was not satisfied until he had a clean area under the tea shed.

Then, he walked to a thatched hut behind the tea shed and dragged out a "war-damaged" table and two stools with only three legs left.

He raised his hand, and a branch snapped in the distance, handing him into his hand.

Soon, there were tables and chairs under the tea shed.

Ji Ping'an sat down leisurely, waved his sleeves, and magically took out a small red clay stove, a wine pot, and a wine cup.

With a flick of his finger, a flame suddenly rose under the furnace. After a while, steam rose from the furnace and the aroma of wine filled the air.

Ji Ping'an poured hot wine, along with a plate of meat and salt-boiled peanuts, and sat under the tea tent, drinking by himself.

Looking up, the snow was getting heavier and heavier. There was no one on the official road. The surrounding world was lonely, but the cold wind couldn't blow into the dilapidated tea shed.

It seems that there is only this pure land in the whole world.

I do not know how long it has been.

Suddenly, the sound of a wooden fish came from the distance. Ji Ping'an raised his head and saw a group of four people suddenly appearing in the wind and snow.

All are monks.

The leader is a mage, and the other three have different shapes, but they all belong to the monk sequence.

The four of them were still far away when they appeared, but in the blink of an eye, they arrived under the tea shed.

There was a little surprise on their faces, and then there was secret vigilance, but it was still not even visible on the surface.

The four of them stepped into the tea shed and looked at an empty bench.

Zen Master Huiming, who had dark skin and a vicissitude of life, put away the wooden fish with a strange light in his eyes:

"The donor is really good at making wine in the snow."

Ji Ping'an, who was pretending to be a "mountain-moving Taoist", put down his chopsticks, looked at the four people, raised his brows, and said with a smile:

"I once heard a poem saying that the sky is the chessboard, the stars are the pieces; the earth is the lute, and the road is the strings... The sentence may not be very good, but it is better than the grandeur. The poor Taoist uses the sky and the earth, the four seasons, the wind and the snow to drink, and the power is Do a superficial imitation.”

The three Arhats were quite surprised, and Zen Master Huiming sighed:

"This poem left by the great master of the Zhou Dynasty is indeed very powerful, and it has been widely circulated even in the Tang Dynasty."

As he spoke, he changed the subject:
"The road is blocked by snow. We would like to borrow a tea shed to sit for a while. I wonder if the donor would be willing to make it easier?"

Why is Ji Ping'an:

"We are both monks, so there is no reason to refuse. It's just that I never thought that there would be so many guests, and only one bench was left."

"It doesn't matter." The burly Tota Arhat said in a rich voice.

"We can solve it ourselves."

With that said, the three Arhats walked towards the woods not far away, splitting the trees with their hands, and returned soon carrying three tree stumps.

Together with Huiming, we sat under the tea tent table.

For a time, the wind and snow covered the mountains, and the city of Xu County in the distance was blurred.

Five people were sitting around, with a small red clay stove steaming in the middle. This scene looked weird no matter how you looked at it.

"Everyone has come a long way to try a glass of vegetarian wine."

Ji Ping'an picked up the wine bowl and flicked it, and there were three more. The bowls were already filled with hot wine.

Huiming put his hands together:

"Monks should refrain from drinking alcohol. It's really difficult to accompany them."

Ji Pingan smiled and said:
"I've heard of Lord Buddha's name a long time ago, but I'm so far away and I can't think of anything to do with Dazhou's affairs."

Zen Master Huiming said piously:
"The Buddha is in my heart, even though I am thousands of miles away from home, I dare not forget him."

Ha... As a pious person like you, I once almost cheated you into sleeping with me... What kind of commandments does Ji Ping'an sneer at?

Seeing this, he did not force himself. He had a drink by himself first, and then said slowly:
"I didn't expect that the person I had an appointment with was actually an eminent Buddhist monk."

Zen Master Huiming has something to say:
"We have heard of the name 'Human World' for a long time, and have been admiring the benefactor for a long time. However, we were in the Tang Kingdom before and were not very familiar with Yuezhou. I didn't expect that your company would have grown so big that even the Taoist sect would shy away from inspections."

Ji Pingan said displeasedly:

"Then Fan Ju was rude first, so why should a poor Taoist still try to flatter him? But for the eminent monks, I don't know whether it's courtesy or military service."

Zen Master Huiming said seriously:
"My Buddhist sect is very thirsty for talents, so naturally I will not be as domineering as the Taoist sect."

"Really?" Ji Ping'an smiled slightly sarcastically, his expression confusing several monks.

He held the wine glass, his smile gradually faded, and said:
"That's strange. When I came to Xu County, I was obviously invited to meet Mr. You. I wonder if you can give me an explanation?"

Zen Master Huiming said:

"Mr. You has reached a consensus with our Buddhist sect and decided to join the Southern Tang Dynasty, so he entrusted us to come and explain."

After hearing these words, Ji Ping'an's smile finally completely disappeared, and he also lost interest in continuing to play tricks and be each other's riddles.

He slowly put down the wine cup and said:
"So, Yu Baishu has indeed fallen into your hands."

Seeing his appearance, the three monks were secretly wary.

Zen Master Huiming is as motionless as a mountain:

"The donor can also understand it this way."

Ji Ping'an squinted his eyes and stared at the dark, vicissitudes of life, and the somewhat familiar walking monk.

After a long while, he slowly shook his head, his tone as cold as a knife:

"I don't understand."

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