Chapter 410 Meeting at Banshan Pavilion
By the Tianxiu River, the small courtyard is close to the water, and the night wind is bitterly cold.
"Maybe it's a pure coincidence. The Wolf King is always cautious and good at hiding. It's natural to change his location from time to time." Wang Zai frowned slightly and speculated.
Jiang Zhiwei looked at the quietly flowing river in front of her and said thoughtfully: "There may be someone who has been watching us and noticed the clues and notified the Wolf King in advance."
A mythical person? Meng Qi heard the song and knew its elegance, so he didn't say much. Wang Zai had rich associations: "The prince and the third prince are all coming to Ying City. There is a turbulent undercurrent. It is impossible to say that someone is really watching us."
He linked this incident to the assassination of Jin Wang Zhao Yi.
He paused and said: "This blood cloth should be used by the Wolf King to wrap his wounds. Why don't you let me take it away and see if I can trace it back to him through the Bai family's magic."
The Bai family comes from the southern barbarians, and it is rumored that they possess poisonous and magical skills, and there are many methods of blood detection and tracking. Therefore, Wang Zai said this. If not, I am afraid that he would have to ask an outside expert or a Buddhist or Taoist disciple to use his magical powers such as clairvoyance. , lock the trace with blood.
"Okay." Meng Qi nodded, "But the Wolf King's departure is not in a hurry. Since he left behind a bloody strip of cloth, I'm afraid there is a way to avoid it."
After discussing for a while, the three of them had no clue, so they separated temporarily and went back to their respective residences. Jiang Zhiwei would continue to ask the head of Ying City of Xijiange Pavilion to send people to contact local snakes and look for traces of the Wolf King.
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The next day, the sky was clear and the sunshine was bright but not strong, bringing winter warmth.
Considering that it had been two days since he submitted the secret report, and that Senior Brother Qi had reported it to the Huanhua Sword Sect even longer, and that Gu Xiaosang and the Luo Jiao disciples were waiting secretly, Meng Qi was just going out to hang out as bait, and invited Jiang Zhiwei to travel to Misty Rain Mountain with him.
The mountains are empty and full of scenic spots. Yanyu Mountain is no less rugged, steep and steep than anywhere else, and it is delicate and lush. It shows the gentleness of Jiangdong and its beauty.
"The scenery in Jiangdong is really different from that in the north." The bright sunshine shines down, breaking through the often lingering fog, making the entire Yanyu Mountain seem to be shrouded in gold, making the mountain streams and old trees dyed somewhat sacred, making Jiang Zhiwei It seems to be bathed in the golden light of fairy energy.
Xijiang Pavilion is located at the junction of Huazhou and Ganzhou, which can also be regarded as the north.
There are many pavilions in the mountains, and the sound of singing and dancing of silk and bamboo can be heard faintly. The aristocratic families and sects of Yingcheng and the wealthy officials have built pavilions and monasteries in the misty rain mountains, and the acquired and the innate complement each other.
Meng Qi looked at the beautiful mountains and waters, looked at the pavilions and pavilions in the distance, and said with a smile: "I heard that Woxin Temple is located at the North Peak. The iron flower tea is rich in fragrance and the self-grinding bean curd is delicious. Why don't we go and have a meal?"
Jiang Zhiwei sneered: "I thought you would choose to go to Puxianzhai."
"Why?" Meng Qi's eyes widened, as if he had never thought about Puxianzhai.
"Aren't you a young monk? It's not the right thing to pay homage to the mountains." Jiang Zhiwei joked, and then said with a smile, "The Arhat vegetarian banquet in Puxianzhai is known as the best in Ying City. You are used to eating here, so you shouldn't think of it first. ?"
She pondered for a moment and said seriously: "I know you don't like being a monk, but since you have returned to secular life, what's the point of going to the temple? If you always avoid these things, you will seem unable to let go. Over time, it will become a knot in your mind and attract outsiders. magic."
Xijian Pavilion has always attached great importance to tempering one's mind, so Jiang Zhiwei reminded Meng Qi.
Meng Qi smiled bitterly and said: "I have been to the nunnery, and I am still worried that the monk's temple will not be completed? It's just that the prince lives in Puxianzhai, and I was involved with the King of Jin before. If I go there rashly, I may not be involved in the royal family dispute. Cause trouble."
He had only told Jiang Zhiwei about Zhao Yi, mentioned the prince and came to Yingcheng, but did not elaborate on where he lived.
Only then did Jiang Zhiwei feel relieved, her head slightly raised, her face flushed, her eyes looking at the sky, and she said "calmly": "I thought too much and misunderstood you."
She has no pretense.
Meng Qi chuckled and wisely changed the topic. The two of them chatted and laughed and headed towards Beishan.
After climbing some stone steps, a pavilion appeared on a flat spot halfway up the mountain, with a group of people standing inside.
The leader put his hands behind his hands and looked at the distant mountains and deep valleys surrounded by clouds. He was wearing a bright yellow robe and a high crown on his head, with a tall and straight posture.
Behind him stood a feminine middle-aged man in a black robe and black hat. Just looking at him gave him a chill.
Next to the middle-aged man is a monk wearing a red cassock. He has a fat head and big ears, and a smile on his face, which makes people feel close to him at first sight.
Around them, there were five yellow-robed monks, about forty years old, with skinny faces. Although their appearances were different, they gave people the feeling that they were all one.
Outside the pavilion were scattered guards in dark red attire, all with tough temperament and extraordinary skills.
Meng Qi's eyes sharpened, and he smiled bitterly and said: "There is no way to avoid what is coming. If I don't go, I will fall on the mountain. If the mountain comes, it will fall on me."
From this momentum alone, Meng Qi could tell that the leader was none other than the Prince of Taijin, Prince Zhao Qian of Liang.
"It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided. Since it's coming to your door, let's meet him." Jiang Zhiwei suggested.
"Of course, they are all blocked in the middle of the road. We must listen to their purpose, so as not to be blocked in a dangerous place without warning in the future." Meng Qi regained his composure, straddling a long knife at his waist, and climbed the steps with his hands behind his back, with a leisurely posture.
Jiang Zhiwei was holding a long sword in her hand, and her clothes were floating in the mountain wind, like a fairy coming to earth.
"The prince, please come to the pavilion to meet me." Not long after Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei moved forward, a guard came to greet them.
"Please lead the way." Meng Qi said politely.
The guards led the two people through the tight guard and entered the half-mountain pavilion.
Prince Zhao Qian turned around slowly. His facial features were quite similar to those of Zhao Yi and Zhao Heng, but his eyebrows were not as thick as theirs, but rather light. The front of his nose was slightly hooked, like a sword, giving people a sense of decisiveness.
"I'm so happy to be able to meet you thousands of miles away, and to meet you two on the mountain road." Zhao Qian's voice was gentle. If he was preaching scriptures, he would probably have a different charm.
Meng Qi smiled and saluted: "I've seen the prince before."
"Every time, every day, I meet strangers. This is the fate of meeting each other thousands of miles away. However, almost all of them just pass by each other without knowing each other. It is because of the shallow relationship."
He used a more direct metaphor to tell the prince, "We have a close relationship, so don't come to me if you need anything."
Zhao Qian looked like an old monk, calm and calm. He pointed at the fat monk next to him and said, "This is the Huayan Divine Monk who presides over Puxianzhai."
"Amitabha, the dragon and the phoenix among the two donors, they are well-deserved." Huayan smiled and clasped his hands, like the kind of steward monk who covets money for scented oil. However, Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei did not dare to look down upon him. This was an eminent monk on location. Ziyu.
"Particularly, Benefactor Su, who was born in Buddhism and possesses the sword skills that break the precepts. Although his actions are ruthless, he is upright and upright. He eliminates evil and rescues those in distress. He does not violate the will of the Buddha. He is really destined to be my Buddha." Hua Yan looked at Meng Qi with a smile.
You have a predestined relationship with the Buddha, and your whole family has a predestined relationship with the Buddha! Meng Qi cursed secretly, but then he laughed. Huayan was already an eminent monk, and no one believed him when he said he had no connection with the Buddha. As for the whole family, given his age, his parents must have died, and he has no wife or children...
Seeing that Meng Qi was silent, Zhao Qian smiled slightly: "Gu Chang heard about Su Shaoxia and was quite emotional. With a Buddha's heart and holding a killing knife, isn't he the Dharma Protector?"
Dharma Protector King Kong... King Kong... Meng Qi's impression of Zhao Qian plummeted, even worse than that of Zhao Yi.
He smiled softly and said: "It is said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince practices Buddhism religiously and has participated in the Four Elements. Why don't you abandon the throne, escape from the world and become a monk, so that you can achieve great purity and seek great liberation?"
Jiang Zhiwei also interjected: "Now that we are obsessed with love and pursuing power, it seems to be contrary to the Buddha's will?"
Both of them accused Zhao Qianqian and hypocrisy of his belief in Buddhism and wandering in the world of power, both covertly and covertly.
"You! You are so disrespectful!" The feminine middle-aged man took a step forward and accused the two of them.
He didn't suppress him directly or teach him a lesson. Su Wuming was used to defending his shortcomings. If he took action and bullied the weak, he should never expect to leave the capital of the gods in this life, otherwise he would be struck by a sword.
Zhao Qian pressed his hand to signal the middle-aged man to calm down and said with a slight smile:
"The Buddha holds flowers and smiles, but also has the angry eyes of King Kong. If they are all obsessed with self-cultivation and ignore worldly affairs, who will save all sentient beings?"
"If you can hold a great treasure in your hand and command the whole world to obey, so that ordinary people will not suffer the pain of oppression, and martial arts monks will not worry about the evil of killing, everyone can be liberated. When they reach the other side, they would rather give up their cultivation, live like flies and dogs, and pursue power. For greater power!”
His smile was light, but his tone was decisive, and he had the air of being able to fight despite the thousands of people.
...Meng Qi was slightly shocked. The prince was a little different from what he had imagined.
But if he completely turns to Buddhism, the Taoist family will try their best to stop him. It will be extremely difficult to ascend to the throne!
"Although the great wish is good, it conflicts with purity and may lead to many killings and bloody hands." Meng Qi said casually.
Zhao Qian shook his head and laughed: "Everyone else can say that, but you, Su Meng, are not qualified to say, 'Kill a living being to protect a living being, kill a person instead of killing a person', but what did you say?"
"It was after hearing these words that I felt like a close friend and wanted to come and meet you."
...I was just making this up casually... Meng Qi blinked innocently.
"This road is destined to be riddled with bones and filled with blood. But if we can seek purity for all sentient beings, then what's the problem even if we fall into the eighteenth level of hell?" Zhao Qian said loudly.
His face was solemn and somewhat precious.
But what does this have to do with me... Meng Qi sent a secret message to Jiang Zhiwei and said: "I thought that practicing Buddhism was for pure wisdom. I never thought that Buddhism would support Zhao Qian..."
"In Buddhism, there are Zen sects that cultivate oneself and the mind, and there are also Pure Land sects that can achieve bliss by reciting Amitabha. There are many sects, and the Buddhist scriptures and methods of practice are all different. How can they be generalized?" Jiang Zhiwei explained.
Zhao Qian calmed down his emotions and said with a smile: "Su Meng, why don't we make a bet."
"What bet?" Meng Qi asked subconsciously.
Zhao Qian pointed at the five yellow-robed monks: "They are the five masters of the Pure Land Sect, Dragon, Elephant, Tiger, Leopard and Peng. Individually speaking, they are definitely not as good as you, but they are good at joining forces and have the same aura. Five monks can come together and they are no better than you." If you are worse than any of the top ten on the list, if you can survive twenty moves without defeat under their siege, you will be considered a loser. I promise you that if you have anything to do with me in the future, as long as you are not treasonous or contrary to human ethics, I will help you deal with it. ”
"If you lose, you have to help Gu do something. Don't worry, it won't involve fratricide, friends killing each other, etc."
Meng Qi looked at the five monks and found that their auras were vaguely connected, as if they were one body.
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