Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 126 My online friend is called Wang Qinian
Yaojiazhuang.

In the warm hall, Mr. Yao had a sad face and spread his hands.

"How would I know that the old fellow from Bailin Temple was trying to trick me?"

"Last time when the goods were delivered, he invited me to drink, arranged for two Buddhist women to come, and recited the Joy Sutra for me."

"I felt dizzy and felt like something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it."

"I've also been keeping an eye on things. I told my sister to let me know if there's any unusual movement at Bailin Temple."

"Two days later, a group of Buddhists from Bailin Temple left with the people from Datianlong Temple and only returned a few days ago."

"Actually, when I heard about Daitenryuji Temple, I knew it was going to be bad."

"Brother, luckily you're okay. If something is lost, you can find it again. Do you think you are okay? Or not..."

Manager Tong stared at Mr. Yao's words.

He had to turn his gaze to Zhang Yuan standing beside him.

Zhang Yuan sat and Tong the shopkeeper stood, and it was clear who was the big and small boss here.

"Master, I am loyal to the Qin Dynasty." With a sincere look on his face, Mr. Yao took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.

"Five years ago, no, six years ago. Six years ago, I went to Daqin for a trip and joined the Black Ice Platform of Daqin."

"I have secret guard documents. My superior is called, called, called Wang Qinian."

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Yao Junsheng, a wealthy businessman from Liangyuan Territory, entered the Black Ice Terrace of Luyang Prefecture in the 13th year of Yuankang in the Great Qin Dynasty. He served as a secret guard, lurking in Liangyuan Territory, waiting for an opportunity to act.

Wang Qinian once said that there was a fool named Liang Yuanyu who treated him to a month-long feast and entertainment just to get an identity as a secret guard.

The reason I mentioned this is to compare how sincere Wang Qinian was and how good the conditions he offered when he invited Zhang Yuan and Master Tao to join the Black Ice Platform.

Zhang Yuan was not interested in whether Mr. Yao was an idiot or not.

What he wanted was to follow this clue, trace the whereabouts of the Jade Buddha Bodhi seed, and then bring the Bodhi seed back to Qin.

Personally, this is something the prefect of Luyang Prefecture entrusted to me.

Yu Gong, the Qin Eastern Border Army needs this item to heal the injured soul, and he, the commander of the Black Armor of the Black Ice Platform in Zhengyang County, should find the Bodhi seed.

"Take us to Bailin Temple."

Standing up, Zhang Yuan put his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist and strode out.

Going to Bailin Temple?

Mr. Yao turned and looked at Shopkeeper Tong.

"Is that something that ordinary people can want?"

"If you can't find it, forget about this business in the future."

Shopkeeper Tong's words made Mr. Yao's shoulders tremble.

"Actually, I've already contacted Baiguo Temple. They can offer two at five thousand taels of gold each," said the kindhearted Yao, lowering his voice. "Brother, money makes the world go round. We don't have to look for that..."

"Will you pay for this?" Shopkeeper Tong looked at Mr. Yao, the kind-hearted man.

"Let's go to Bailin Temple." Mr. Yao walked out without looking back.

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Bailin Temple.

In Liangyuan area, temples were used as cities, and temples served as both government offices and cities.

Those monks holding long sticks and Buddhists carrying swords were no different from patrolling the city.

"I told you two brothers that you came to fulfill your vows and prepared five hundred taels of silver as a tribute. The Buddha agreed to meet you."

"Brother, only two people can go in."

Standing in front of the five-tiered stone steps filled with incense, Mr. Yao spread out his five fingers in pain, then put them together into two.

"Also, this weapon..." Mr. Yao looked at the long sword on Zhang Yuan's waist.

Five hundred taels, two people fulfilled their vows.

It's really easy to make money in the Buddhist sect in Liangyuanyu.

"Let's just go in."

Zhang Yuan took off his long sword, handed it to the guard beside him, and then strode towards the hall in front.

Shopkeeper Tong also quickly followed.

Mr. Yao hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and followed.

Arriving in the main hall, Zhang Yuan saw a tall, angry-looking statue of Vajra and an incense burner surrounded by incense.

Seven or eight monks sat on both sides, chanting scriptures in a low voice.

In the upper direction, there is an old monk with white eyebrows and wearing a bright red cassock. He has a thin body and his hands are clasped together, holding a rosary.

On the side, a Buddhist woman with a pretty face, bare arms and hands, and wearing gold and jade ornaments, stood beside the old monk.

Zhang Yuan and Shopkeeper Tong walked into the main hall, and the great philanthropist Yao stepped forward and said, "Master Buddha, these are the merchants I mentioned who came to fulfill their vows. They are all very wealthy, ahem..."

Hearing his words, the old monk with white eyebrows chuckled, reached out and patted Mr. Yao on the shoulder, then walked forward slowly.

"To fulfill a wish, you have to make a wish."

"I wonder what wish you two made?"

The voice was old, but full of kindness.

Shopkeeper Tong's body trembled slightly, and his eyes were a little dazed.

"It's the grand wish of world peace." Zhang Yuan's voice rang out, and the confusion in Tong's eyes disappeared instantly.

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Zhang Yuan beside him with some fear.

Chang went to Liang Yuanyu, and he knew that he had just been hit by the Buddhist soul method. If Zhang Yuan had not spoken to wake him up, he would have told everything he knew.

Mr. Yao, a kind man standing by, clenched his fists and didn't look up.

He must have been tricked last time without realizing it. I don't know what he said that night.

"Peace in the world?"

"Haha, with such a grand wish, I'm afraid even Buddha can't help."

The white-browed old monk smiled softly and looked at Zhang Yuan. "But if it's about finding something or smoothing over relationships, as long as you pay enough tribute, the Buddha will probably be willing to help."

Very straightforward.

Very transparent.

Anyone who understands this will understand.

"Master Buddha, how much tribute do I need to retrieve the things?" Mr. Yao looked up and asked.

The old monk with white eyebrows turned his head to look at him, with a smile on his face.

"Three thousand taels for a clue."

"Give it all back," the old monk held up three fingers, "30,000 taels."

"Actually, they took that thing back just to use as leverage. Once the incident is over, it will be useless."

Turning his gaze towards Zhang Yuan again, the old monk's expression became calm and composed. "Actually, the Great Tianlong Temple doesn't want to go too far and offend the Great Shang in the east."

The Da Tianlong Temple took the three jade Buddha Bodhi seeds only as a handle to deal with the Xiao Tianlong Temple.

Datianlong Temple has no shortage of this item.

As the old monk said, once the matter is over, it will not be difficult to get the three Bodhi seeds back.

Of course, 33,000 taels of gold need to be paid.

"Thirty thousand taels, so much..." Mr. Yao muttered, twisting his fingers, with an embarrassed look on his face.

“It’s not that expensive.”

The price he asked for was five thousand taels of gold per piece.

The old monk with white eyebrows didn't look at him, but only looked at Zhang Yuan.

"Thirty thousand taels is not impossible..." Shopkeeper Tong gritted his teeth and said, but before he finished speaking, Zhang Yuan raised his hand to stop him.

"I want to speak to Master Yongping of Bailin Temple alone."

Zhang Yuan spoke lightly.

The old monk waved his hand, and the monks on both sides and the Buddhist nun behind him stepped back and walked out of the hall through the side door.

Shopkeeper Tong hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked out of the hall.

Mr. Yao was even more unwilling to stay in the hall and ran out quickly.

"Master Buddha, do you know who I am?"

In the hall, Zhang Yuan spoke.

"Haha, it doesn't matter who you are or where you come from." The old monk with white eyebrows shook his head, clasped his hands together, and said softly, "What matters is that you are from Qin."

This Qin person is not from Qin land.

But he is the one who represents the Great Qin.

The Datianlong Temple also did not want to offend Daqin.

Even the Great Tianlong Temple is willing to form a connection with Daqin.

The three jade Buddha Bodhi seeds cost thirty thousand taels of gold. The extra money is what the Great Tianlong Temple wants to see, which is the sincerity of the Great Qin.

For a grand Tianlong Temple, selling myself for thirty thousand taels is not expensive.

"I believe what the Buddha said."

Zhang Yuan looked at the old monk in front of him and spoke in a low voice.

"But I still need to confirm it again."

"Confirm?" The old monk frowned and looked up to see a golden light flashing in Zhang Yuan's eyes. His face twitched, his body trembled, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

"My name is Chen Yongping. I became a bandit 132 years ago. Later, by chance, I entered Bailin Temple and became a Buddhist."

"I practice the Big Bell Fist and Joyful Kung Fu, using the dual cultivation method."

"Over the years, Bailin Temple has recruited more than 40 Buddhist nuns, but most of them fail to survive more than three years before their bones are depleted."

"My senior brother from the Great Dragon Temple said that if this thing succeeds, he will give me a copy of the Inverted Zen Technique to help me break through to the middle stage of the Xiantian realm and increase my lifespan by sixty years..."

……

Zhang Yuan walked out of the hall, followed by an old monk with white eyebrows, his hands clasped together and a calm expression.

Shopkeeper Tong and Mr. Yao came forward hastily.

"The Buddha personally took us to the Small Tianlong Temple. Several powerful people from the Big Tianlong Temple are in charge there. The things have already arrived there."

"Master Yongping, thank you very much."

Zhang Yuan turned around and spoke.

"It's my duty, it's my duty." The old monk with white eyebrows put his hands together, his eyes full of kindness.

Shopkeeper Tong and Mr. Yao looked at each other, with a hint of surprise on their faces.

A moment later, a yellow-roofed carriage appeared in front, followed by the caravan's carriages and horses, heading towards Xiaotianlong Temple.

At this time, in the square in front of the main temple of Xiaotianlong Temple, a faint Buddhist light shattered, and a figure fell to the ground with blood gushing out of his mouth.

"Datianlong Temple, Master Guning wins."

"Is there anyone else from Xiao Tianlong Temple who would accept the challenge?"

As the words fell, a figure slowly walked out of the temple gate in front.

"Ding Yuan from Yuzhao Temple has been invited by the Buddha Master, the abbot of Xiaotianlong Temple, to come and fight."

(End of this chapter)