Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 818 The Princess Wants to Play Too
Half an hour later.

Fuxiang was wearing a thin gauze, lying on her back, her white wrists holding up her cheeks. She looked at the monk sitting at the head of the bed with his back to her and said jokingly, "Master, Fuxiang heard that the most important thing for Tianyu Buddhist practitioners is to keep the precepts. If we do this, will you break the precepts?"

"No."

Chu Pingsheng said: "Tianyu practices Hinayana Buddhism, and I practice Mahayana Buddhism."

"What is Hinayana Buddhism? What is Mahayana Buddhism? How come I have never heard of it?"

"The Hinayana Buddhism is about self-cultivation, enlightenment, and the pursuit of self-liberation, while the Mahayana Buddhism is about saving all sentient beings and helping everyone become a Buddha. It is about perfecting oneself and awakening wisdom by helping others."

Fuxiang stroked his smooth back and said with a chuckle, "Is this how Mahayana Buddhism is practiced?"

"Of course, I will take you away from such a brothel like the Jiaofangsi, and give you endless pleasure, without any disaster or trouble, and let you enjoy the bliss. Tell me, am I helping others?"

"Hehe, Master, you are not a proper monk."

"No, I am the most serious monk. Buddha said, who will go to hell if I am not as good as hell? Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once made a great vow that he would not become a Buddha until hell was empty. For this reason, he stays in the underworld and associates with those evil ghosts who kill and fight a lot and are greedy and lustful and enjoy misfortune. It is said that lust is the root of all evil. In order to save people like you who have fallen into depravity and eliminate lust in the world, I will take the responsibility, even if necessary, I will cut my flesh to feed the eagle, and I will sacrifice my body to feed the tiger."

Fuxiang's face was full of admiration.

"Master, you mean... I forced you to do this?"

"Almost." Chu Pingsheng stood up and put on his monk's robes. "It's just that the monk is so compassionate that he can't bear to see the female donor fall into prostitution and suffer. Amitabha, good, good."

Fuxiang was so angry that his teeth were itching. What a lewd monk, so what? Why was he pretending to be so high and mighty?

"Grandmaster……"

Chu Pingsheng didn't give her a chance to finish her words. He threw the clothes on the ground to her and said, "It's time to go downstairs."

"I am the cash cow of Yingmei Xiaoge. It's not easy to take me away from the Jiaofangsi."

Fuxiang said as she got dressed.

Chu Pingsheng ignored her completely. He put on his monk shoes, picked up his Zen stick, and pushed open the door. Xiao Cui and another maid who were waiting across the corridor had quite interesting expressions on their faces when they saw him come out.

This monk actually climbed into the bed of the most beautiful woman in the Music Bureau.

What the hell!

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound coming from the second floor woke up the talented men who had not yet left the lobby and were drinking and flirting with other girls. They all looked up with hostility and cursed.

The monk was inside for half an hour. If he said he did nothing but chat, no one would believe him.

They didn't understand. You say he is handsome, yes, but he is still a monk, right? As the most beautiful lady in the Jiaofang Department, it would be so degrading to do this.

One or two of them were wondering, could it be that Fuxiang had a unique taste? He just liked shiny heads, which felt unique to the touch? They were wondering whether they should also shave their heads to attract the attention of the courtesan.

Just at this moment, the woman in cool red clothes, carrying a small bag, walked out of the room, went down the stairs, and when she reached the lobby, she walked quickly to him, took his arm from the right, almost putting her heavy weight on it, and walked out as if no one was around.

What's going on?

Including the talented man drinking in the lobby, the girl serving wine, the pimp standing in the corridor, the thugs hiding in the dark, and the three men of the Xu family who heard the noise upstairs and ran in from outside to see what was going on, all of them were stunned and shocked.

This unruly monk slept with Fuxiang, and even kidnapped her from Yingmei Pavilion? Was he planning to eat all of her alone? Was there anything worse than this?

Several talented scholars stood up, pointed their spears and glared angrily, stuttering with anger, and could not utter a complete word for a long time.

A thousand horses were racing through Xu Qian'an's mind. He had made an appointment with the courtesan to come again tomorrow night. There would be no entrance fee and no need to rehearse lessons. He could just go upstairs and talk. Now that the monk had taken him away, what would he do about getting information about Zhou Li?
Those women who were getting older and less attractive were also jealous, but they were not jealous of the monk. They were jealous that Fuxiang had someone to help redeem himself. Even if he was not a high-ranking official or a son of a noble family, he was just a playboy monk from the Heavenly Realm... On the other hand, a monk who could come up with such a large sum of money must have a decent background.

Wait, that's not right. How could the Jiaofangsi agree to let a man redeem a cash cow like Fuxiang? She was the daughter of a convicted official, not an ordinary prostitute who had a contract to sell herself and other agreements.

"Wait a minute."

Sure enough, after a loud shout, the old procuress with a golden hairpin in her hair and heavy makeup and several 8th-grade Qi Refining realm thugs blocked the two men's way.

"Fuxiang, what are you going to do?"

"Of course, I am leaving this Yingmei Pavilion with the master of consecration." Fuxiang not only did not let go, but also pressed her delicate body closer to him, with half of her body leaning in his arms. After she finished speaking, she glanced at the stage behind her and the room on the second floor with a bit of nostalgia and sigh.

"Leave Yingmei Pavilion?" The madam shouted, "You are the daughter of a convicted official. Even if someone is willing to redeem you at a high price, the Ministry of Rites will need to issue a document to excommunicate you. You should know this better than I do."

Although she was angry, she did not say anything absolute. After all, she was the most beautiful girl in the Imperial Music Bureau, and a group of children of officials and people of status were fighting for her. If it was any other girl who didn't know the rules, she would have had her people drag her back to the room and whipped her.

When the talented scholars heard this, they immediately reacted and looked at the monk with gloating. That's right, this is Yingmei Pavilion under the jurisdiction of Jiaofangsi. Fuxiang is not an ordinary brothel girl. As a criminal, she is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites. It's not that you can redeem her with money.

"Amitabha, monks are not in the Five Elements, and are outside the cycle of reincarnation. Even the heavens will give way to those monks want to convert, let alone a small Ministry of Rites."

Chu Pingsheng didn't care about the consequences of his words and continued to move forward.

Small Ministry of Rites?

He said it was a small Ministry of Rites!

Yes, the Ministry of Rites is not as good as the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Revenue, but it is much better than the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Works.

The lewd monk is really arrogant.

The madam winked at the leader of the thugs beside her and said, "Take Fuxiang back to the room."

The words were directed at Fuxiang, but as the saying goes, listen to the words and the gongs and drums. The thugs of Yingmei Pavilion naturally knew how to deal with this monk who was full of nonsense.

Two people tried to drag Fuxiang, and two people tried to push Chu Pingsheng. Before they grabbed the person, they had already spread a layer of true energy.

"Amitabha."

Chu Pingsheng chanted the Buddha's name and pushed his Zen stick into the ground. Bang, the tip of the stick went into the ground three inches. The talented scholars didn't see what happened clearly, and four Qi training masters flew out, smashing tables and chairs, wailing. The leader of the thugs hit the pillar in the lobby and broke his leg. He crawled on the ground for a long time, sweat on his forehead, but he didn't get up.

In just one encounter, the thugs from Yingmei Pavilion were dealt with? They were all eighth-grade Qi training realm warriors.

Xu Xinnian exclaimed, “How amazing!”

Xu Qian'an glanced at his second uncle who had been standing at the door with a disgruntled monk who had been fighting for half an hour without getting out of bed, cursing the lecherous monk and cursing the bald monk: "Second uncle, aren't you a Royal Sword Guard? This monk is causing trouble at the Jiaofang Division, you should be in charge, right?"

Xu Pingzhi, who was watching the show with his chin in his hands, shuddered and said with a wink, "Second Uncle has already left the court, so I can't do anything about it. Besides, I am Mr. Li of Yunlu Academy now. If I really capture the monk in a few moves, wouldn't that expose my identity as a master?"

Xu Qian'an didn't say anything, just sneered.

Xu Pingzhi pretended not to see his nephew's contemptuous look, he was not a fool. The monk knocked away four Qi Refining Realm warriors with one encounter. The leader of the thugs was a Qi Refining Realm warrior who had half a foot into the Spirit Refining Realm, which meant that the monk's strength was at least at the sixth-grade Zen Master level. He was a seventh-grade Spirit Refining Realm warrior, and rushing forward without help was no different from delivering food.

"Go report to the police, and ask for the night watchman."

When the madam saw that her four thugs were defeated in one move, she knew that Yingmei Xiaoge was not strong enough to stop the monk, so she asked the two thugs behind her to go to the street to warn the night watchmen who were patrolling nearby to deal with the situation.

Just then, a pimp pushed open the door leading to the backyard, walked quickly up to the madam, and whispered something in her ear.

The person in charge who was slapped in the face by the monk had a changing expression for several times, and suddenly smiled: "Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding. Since the master is willing to spend a huge amount of money to redeem Fuxiang, then as a mother, I naturally hope to see my daughter have a good home and leave the world of prostitution."

Chu Pingsheng smiled coldly, pulled out the Zen stick that was stuck in the floor, strode forward, and left Yingmei Pavilion with Fuxiang.

The monk slept with the courtesan, beat up the security guard, and just left like that?
Someone rubbed his eyes and looked at the thugs groaning on the ground, feeling like he was dreaming.

Some people are also settling accounts.

The madam said “huge sum of money”, how much is this huge sum of money?

Xu Qian'an noticed the gloom and viciousness in the madam's eyes, and secretly wondered, is it really a misunderstanding as she said? If the monk really came up with a number that satisfied the officials of the Jiaofangsi, the madam, as the manager of Yingmei Pavilion, would definitely be able to reap some benefits, and there would definitely not be the above details.

There is only one possible explanation for the inconsistency between the madam's words and deeds, and that is that someone put pressure on her to release the prostitute after she paid compensation to the courtesan and her thugs.

Who is the person who can make the madam with a background in the Jiaofangsi bow her head and surrender?

At the same time, Chu Pingsheng and Fuxiang were walking along the street. She snuggled in his arms, looking around with a tender and curious look.

The men who came to the brothel street to look for prostitutes stared at the bright-headed and conspicuous pretty girl in a bright red gauze skirt, and exclaimed that it was ridiculous. Some people who had seen Fuxiang stood there in shock, their scalps tingling and goose bumps forming.

Taoist Jinlian closed his stall but did not leave. He sat in the shadow of the archway of the Music Bureau and waited. When he saw the monk bringing out the beautiful girl, he pointed at his other four fingers with his thumb and pinched his ring finger again and again, as if he had seen a ghost.

Just now he met the fake monk, and he told a fortune, but the fortune was very confusing. Now the fake monk took the courtesan away from the Jiaofangsi, and he learned to be smart. He didn't count the monk, but the woman, but he still couldn't figure it out.

"Master, you are so amazing. You really brought me out."

Fuxiang spoke softly and tenderly, her breath sweet as orchid, and she hugged his neck like a charming little woman.

"Really? Why do I feel like it was you who brought me out?"

Chu Pingsheng looked at her with a smile: "Just now I asked you to wait for me on the second floor to collect the gambling money from the two students. You didn't really do nothing and just wait on the second floor, did you?"

"Cuckoo..."

Her laugh was crisp, but her expression was dry.

Chu Pingsheng said, "Just imagine that someone is using your identity to make trouble, so he must have some ulterior motive. Since he dared to do such a thing, he must not take the guards of Yingmei Pavilion seriously. You can't use the subordinates of the demon tribe, so who can you ask for help? It can only be your allies in the court. Then who are your allies in the court? Yinglou Pavilion is the property of the Jiaofangsi, and the Jiaofangsi is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites."

He chuckled: "I was a little skeptical before, but now I can be sure."

Fuxiang still smiled charmingly, but she was amazed in her heart.

Is she truly devoted to the monk who performed the consecration ceremony?

No.

She was playing the game against the opponent.

It is true that Fuxiang's body is that of a convicted official, but it was her soul that took over and possessed the body of a girl. That's why she didn't take it seriously when she was slept with by a monk or even swallowed a slow-moving poison. She just pretended to be very scared and admired him. In other words, it didn't matter that she gave him her body, but her heart was still that of a demon.

The purpose of doing this is, of course, to follow the monk and collect his information in order to determine what happened to Henghui and who this monk who changed his name and was consecrated is.

She never thought that before she could find out the opponent's strength, the demon clan's allies in the court were deduced first.

"Aren't you afraid that they will just stand by and watch and actually call the night watchman over?"

"You and they are allies, we prosper together and suffer together. Without knowing what I said to you in bed and why you, the demon elder, left me, you invited the night watchman to bring in that old fox Wei Yuan. This will only make things more complicated and completely out of their control. It would be better to make a big deal out of a small one, let us go first, and figure out the situation before making a decision."

Fuxiang stared at his face: "You are definitely not Henghui, why do you want to possess a monk?"

Chu Pingsheng pinched her pair of magical instruments half-seriously and half-jokingly: "Of course, I want to get you for free."

"For nothing...whore me?"

Fuxiang thought about it and realized it was true.

The master of consecration paid ten taels of silver for the ticket and a poison pill. Not only did he slept with the most beautiful woman in the Music Bureau, he also kidnapped her. Although her bag was not big, there were still several silver bills with a face value of one thousand taels in it.

He didn't even show his real strength, but he got everything from Henghui. He really got it for free.

Fuxiang couldn't suppress the resentment in her heart and looked angry.

Chu Pingsheng laughed out loud.

The prostitutes along the way laughed so hard that they spit again and again, scolding him for not observing the rules and bringing disgrace to Buddhism.

"Master, Master of Consecration..."

At this time, a shout came from behind. The two turned around and saw that it was Xu Pingzhi and his two companions who were catching up with them. Xu Xinnian's face looked a little grim, and he looked like he was ready to fight to the death.

"Hey, you three haven't left yet? It must be very tiring waiting down there, right?"

Xu Pingzhi's heart twitched, and he stared at Fuxiang with his lecherous eyes, smiling flatteringly: "It's not hard. The men in our Xu family are all upright men. Since we promised the master to hang up the order at your house, we must do what we say."

Xu Xinnian’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground. He was so shaken by this sharp turn... He really wanted to strangle his father who was always talking nonsense.

What did he say when the three of them left Yingmei Pavilion?

The monk was so unkind that he injured someone and just walked away? As a Royal Sword Guard, a protector of the law, how could I turn a blind eye and stay out of it when I encountered it? I must take care of this matter.

The three of them quickly chased after him, and the result... the result was that they caught up with the person. The captain of the Imperial Sword Guard, who had been full of justice just a moment ago, changed his face, did not say a word about the monk injuring people, and rushed to invite the lecherous monk to his home to hang up his name.

"If Brother Xu hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten." Chu Pingsheng said, "I am ashamed that I made Brother Xu and the other two listen to my lecture for half an hour. If I had known, I would not have taught Fuxiang the Dharma for so long. Amitabha, I am guilty, guilty."

Xu Qian'an sucked on his teeth, making a squeaking sound.

These two shameless guys are truly a match made in heaven.

"If there is a chance in the future, please tell me a little bit. The Imperial Sword Guards are in charge of the imperial guards of the capital and often encounter fierce and evil spirits. With your skills, you must have a plan to prevent and resolve them."

"can."

Xu Pingzhi noticed Xu Qian'an's expression and pushed him: "Why don't you lead the way?"

"Uncle, I see you are chatting enthusiastically with the master of consecration. You should do this."

"Master, since you are here to place an order, shouldn't we prepare some fine tea and exquisite snacks? I'll lead the way, do you want to go buy them?"

Xu Qian'an walked away cursing and led Chu Pingsheng to the neighborhood where Xu's mansion was located.

Xu Jiajilang finally got the chance to question his father.

"Dad, is this the duty of the Sword Guards you mentioned?"

"Cijiu, Dad is doing this for your big brother's good. You see, the monk helped Fuxiang redeem himself from the Music Bureau. As long as we bring him back home, will it be difficult for him to find Fuxiang to inquire about Zhou Xianping and his son? Moreover, the monk lives in the Xu Mansion. If the Imperial Sword Guards want to arrest him, they don't have to track him down and issue a wanted notice. I only need to bring a few people home and I can catch him. What do you call this? This is called playing hard to get, killing two birds with one stone." Xu Pingzhi looked very proud.

Xu Xinnian thought about it and felt that this was indeed true.

Xu Pingzhi patted his shoulder and said earnestly: "So, you guys are still young. Your father has eaten more salt than you have walked. Go, go to Soseki-do to buy half a catty of Dabaihao, and then go to Guixianglou to buy two catties of dim sum."

"Oh." Xu Xinnian turned around and took two steps before he came to his senses: "Dad, where's the money?"

"what money?"

"Money for tea and snacks."

Xu Pingzhi said, "You can afford to visit brothels, but you can't afford to buy tea and snacks?"

"But...but..."

"This is about the life and death of the Xu family, but what? I said goodbye to the old, now is not the time to be stingy."

After being scolded by Laozi, Xu Xinnian walked away with a confused look on his face.

Xu Pingzhi raised his eyebrows and walked towards the Xu Mansion on the moonlight.

oops.

The yellow-faced woman is not at home, and Miss Fuxiang is separated from her by a wall.

"She waved her colorful sleeves gracefully, and said to me with a smile, 'Don't waste the beautiful spring time. The new moon is beautiful today, and the fishing boats are swaying over there. '"

Xu Pingzhi was waving the folding fan snatched from Xu Qian'an, humming a little tune that all the regular customers of the Jiaofangsi could sing, and walking leisurely in the middle of the long street, attracting a few people's attention.

……

a few days later.

The residence of Princess Huaiqing of Dafeng outside the palace.

Wow.

A splash of water rose from the edge of the lotus leaf, and a red carp swallowed the food and dived into the deep water.

Behind the railing of the pavilion at the edge of the pond stood a tall beauty with a quiet and leisurely demeanor, dressed simply but with an air of nobility. At this moment, she looked indifferently at the microwave, and her serious face revealed a bit of indifference that kept people at a distance, as well as a maturity and stability far beyond her age.

There were many carp in the pond, but she only threw out a ball of fish food. Even though the red carp that arrived later were crowded together, she did not throw a second ball of fish food down. This seemed a bit inhumane and lacking in love.

It is well known to all the people of Dafeng that the current emperor has two daughters, one is the eldest daughter Huaiqing, born to the empress, and the other is the second daughter Lin'an, born to Concubine Chen. The eldest princess Huaiqing is known as the most talented woman in Dafeng. She has studied the books of sages in the Imperial Academy and Yunlu Academy since she was a child. What's more valuable is that she has a strong talent for cultivation. She once taught martial arts to Wei Yuan, the commander of the night watchmen, and was also a teacher and friend to the chief supervisor.

To put it bluntly, Huaiqing is the most dazzling pearl in the entire Dafeng.

beep, beep...

A burst of hurried footsteps came from the other end of the curved corridor. A man in a guard uniform with two short knives on his waist stopped behind her and greeted her respectfully, "Princess."

Huaiqing then threw away all the fish food in his hand, slowly turned around and looked at his capable subordinates.

"came back?"

"Yes."

Chen Ying didn't waste any words. He took two steps forward and presented the thing in his hand to his master.

Huaiqing took the two pieces of paper and looked at them carefully in the daylight. On the first piece of paper it was written "Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, and faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk." As talented as she is, she also thinks this poem is wonderful and can be regarded as a masterpiece.

"Written by Xu Qian'an?"

Chen Ying nodded.

Huaiqing turned over another note, which also had a line of poetry on it: "The guest from Chu's autumn thoughts are written on the yellow leaves, and the girl from Wu's night song stops the green clouds."

This sentence is much inferior to Xu Qian'an's in terms of artistic conception, but it is still a good work. She has heard of Fuxiang, the courtesan of Yingmei Pavilion, who is known for her mastery of both playing the zither and poetry. With such an elegant nickname, she must be able to distinguish the superiority of the two sentences.

Could it be that the emotion of the latter line of poetry touched the courtesan? But this line of poetry should be about the sorrow of separation. Fuxiang was a descendant of a criminal official and a native of the capital of Dafeng, so how could she be sad about separation?
If it wasn't about emotions, then why did Fuxiang choose a monk as the top student and let him be his lover?

"Have you found out the monk's identity?"

Chen Ying shook his head.

"However, the monk who was given the Dharma name Kaiguang went to the Xu Mansion and now lives in Xu Qian'an's side courtyard."

Chen Ying paused, then said with a strange look on his face: "Fuxiang is here too."

It can be seen that he dislikes the behavior of monks keeping prostitutes.

"Have you found out who issued the document to expel the Jiaofangsi?"

"We found out that it was someone specially assigned by Song Shi, a doctor from the Jiaofang Department, who did this."

"How much is the ransom?"

"Six thousand taels of silver."

Huaiqing glanced at the water in the pond and muttered to himself, Six thousand taels of silver? It was a large amount, but it was a little too little for the most beautiful lady in the Jiaofang Division. Moreover, the document of excommunication was issued so quickly, and it was supervised by Song Shi himself. It seemed that the Minister of Rites Li Yulang understood the situation of the monk who opened the ceremonies, and was helping to downplay the matter.

Chen Ying looked at the eldest princess, who was known for her ability to govern the country, and didn't understand why she was so interested in a monk who didn't abide by the rules.

"This monk's identity...is not simple."

Huai Qing sighed and shook his head. He no longer paid attention to the monk who had a grudge against the most beautiful woman in Dafeng. Instead, he asked, "Have you found out what happened in the morning court today?"

"Yes, I found out."

Chen Ying said, "At the morning court today, Marquis Weiwu brought out his ancestor Gong Xun, donned armor and went to the palace to sue the Minister of Revenue Zhou Xianping for allowing his son Zhou Li to kidnap his illegitimate son Zhang Yunying, and asked His Majesty to give him justice to comfort the hearts of the soldiers all over the world."

"Where is the father?"

"The emperor was furious and ordered the Ministry of Justice, the Censorate, and the Dali Temple to jointly try the case."

Huaiqing walked back to the tea table in the water pavilion, sat down elegantly, pinched the cup with his jade fingers, and sipped the tea.

"You go down first."

"Yes."

Chen Ying bowed and took his leave.

She put down the teacup, looked at the note with "The subtle fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk" and smiled. Although she didn't know how Xu Qian'an kidnapped Zhang Yunying, it was obvious that he was the one who instigated the drama in today's morning court.

Trial by three departments.

Minister Sun of the Ministry of Justice and Vice Minister Zhou Xianping of the Ministry of Revenue have an old ties to each other. Both of them are members of the Wang Party, which is centered around the Prime Minister of the dynasty. They will inevitably side with Zhou Li when trying the case of the kidnapping of Zhang Yunying, the son of Marquis Weiwu.

Chang Yan, the Minister of Dali Temple, is a core member of the Qi Party, another party in the court. The Qi Party and the Wang Party are not on good terms. Zhou Li is in Chang Yan's hands, and he is likely to suffer.

The head of the Censorate is Wei Yuan, who usually has conflicts with Wang's party and will definitely add insult to injury this time.

Her father, the Emperor, has always loved to use the means of division and checks and balances. He is doing the same with the case of Zhou's father and son. If the purpose was just to catch Zhou's father and son, he would not let the Ministry of Justice intervene in the matter. It seems that her father just wants to give Wang's party a warning, not really wanting to deal with Zhou Xianping.

If Xu Qian'an wants to get rid of these two people, he will have to work harder.

Huaiqing thought for a moment, picked up the wolf-hair brush on the pen holder, and wrote a few words on the white paper next to it. As he put pen to paper, he glanced around and happened to see the two slips of paper pressed down by the ruler.

Shuying horizontally and shallow water, subtle fragrance floating moon dusk.

The Chu guest's autumn thoughts are written on the yellow leaves, and the Wu girl's night song stops the green clouds.

A faint fragrance floating in the air... floating fragrance?
Wu Ji Ye Ge...Ye...Ji?

(End of this chapter)