Chapter 217 The world is dangerous and people’s hearts are unpredictable
"It's so irritating. I'm obviously the one who taught the palm technique, but the young monk realized the essence of it before he started. If I had known better, I wouldn't have taught him." Liao Wenjie got on his horse. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his thoughts were unclear. , only one step away from being disgusting.
He claims to be one of the best in his qualifications. It is impossible for him to be more powerful than a random monk he meets, so there is only one truth...
The Tathagata Divine Palm is a Buddhist technique that is very compatible with the young monk. However, he is a serious Taoist priest who is not congenitally gifted and cannot understand the profound palm movements. He can only rely on blood-colored thoughts to activate the palm techniques.
Thinking about it this way, Liao Wenjie felt much more comfortable. It wasn't that he couldn't do it, but that the people above him were too rigid.
There is also the example of Yan Chixia, which can also be used as evidence.
As we all know, Yan Chixia has a Diamond Sutra in her hand, which was copied by an expert in Buddhism and contains boundless Buddhist teachings.
Putting this important treasure in Yan Chixia's hands, she only realized a formula of 'Prajna Paramita' to resist the invasion of evil thoughts by demons and ghosts. In addition, he holds the Diamond Sutra to defend against enemies, relying solely on magic weapons to automatically counterattack and release chains to entangle monsters.
When facing the old demon of Montenegro, he even used the Diamond Sutra as a disposable prop and blasted it on the spot, destroying what was suspected to be the incarnation of the old demon of Montenegro.
It can be seen from this that cross-border learning does not have many advantages due to different compatibility.
After thinking about it, Liao Wenjie believed it. As for Yan Chixia's explanation that she didn't understand Sanskrit, it sounded like a good-looking excuse.
I really can’t understand Sanskrit, so where does the phrase Prajnaparamita come from?
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Prison.
Liao Wenjie wore a black robe covering his whole body, a hood covering his head, and a Montenegrin mask on his face, with only a pair of eyes exposed.
The head jailer nodded and bowed to accompany him, and his words were quite polite, as if Liao Wenjie was his uncle.
The fact is really like this, if you have money, you will be a boss. When Liao Wenjie dropped some money, the jailer leader would have a boss.
Originally, according to the intentions of the jailer leader, Liao Wenjie, who was so generous and mysterious, must be a notorious flower-picking thief in the world. If you capture him, you can not only earn a bounty, but you can also easily find the stolen money. It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone.
But when Liao Wenjie swiped his sword and all eight guards broke their belts, the leader's mind changed.
The world is dangerous and people's hearts are unpredictable. Boys must protect themselves when they go out. Wearing a mask is very reasonable and reasonable.
"Sir, this important criminal is named Zhou Yabing. He committed all kinds of crimes including rape and robbery. He is a bandit on the list. Many of our brothers died in order to catch him."
Seeing Liao Wenjie stop in front of a cell, the head jailer was very discerning and said, "The old man over there is named...name...Hey, what is his name? I have forgotten him after being locked up for so long." Who is it?"
"Okay, no need to talk nonsense."
Liao Wenjie looked at Ning Caichen, who was sleeping on the withered grass, and secretly thought that this guy was really hard to find. He went through four towns and spent a lot of money to find someone.
"Sir, we are a serious prison, and I am also an upright and cruel official. Although I am a humble official, I am passionate and will never forget to enforce the law impartially!"
"Want more money?"
"That's right...no, I'm famous for being selfless. There's no way I'd let a criminal go on purpose just to make money!"
"Then there will be no extra money."
"What's worse, sir, you don't know something. It's not that I love money, but I actually have difficulties."
The leader of the jailer talked nonsense for a long time, then continued slowly: "When I arrested Zhou Yabing, more than twenty good brothers died. The county magistrate is not a human being. He took the money from the brothers, and more than twenty women, bah, two There are more than a dozen crying children waiting for me to feed them, so..."
"No way. I see that Zhou Yabing looks bookish and doesn't look like he has any martial arts skills. Can he kill more than twenty of your brothers?"
"Yes, the world is dangerous. The more harmless the scholar is, the more he kills people. It's all disguise. If you believe it, you will be fooled."
"It makes sense. The Death-Destroying Scholar Sword is quite powerful. I'll believe you for now."
Liao Wenjie turned around and walked out of the prison. Under the puzzled gaze of the jailer, he walked directly out of the door.
"Sir, please stay. You don't want to buy anyone anymore?"
"When did I say I wanted to buy someone?"
"..."
The head jailer looked confused. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that Liao Wenjie had never said anything. He just threw a handful of money and walked in to look around.
This guy must be mentally ill!
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In prison, Ning Caichen woke up from a coma, wiped his greasy beard, then raised his hand and rubbed his neck, wiping off a large piece of black mud.
In the past, he would have been unable to stand being dirty and smelly. He had been severely beaten by society and had completely turned away from it. Thanks to God’s love, I haven’t had a shower for several months without any bugs on my body.
"Zhou Yabing, you're awake!" said the old inmate.
"Old man, I have been saying for several months that my name is not Zhou Yabing and that I was wrongly accused."
Ning Caichen patiently explained that he didn't know whether it was five months or six months. The old man had been calling him Zhou Yabing, and it was useless no matter what he said.
If the predictions are correct, this old man must have Alzheimer's disease!
"That's right. From now on, your name will no longer be Zhou Yabing."
The old man chuckled: "Someone came to see you just now. According to my past experience, there must be a son of an official who has committed a crime and wants to use you as a scapegoat."
"Oh no!"
"Why not? Look at that..."
The old man pointed toward the prison window. Ning Caichen stiffened his head and looked over, and saw a dark crow standing at the window.
"Gudu!"
The crow's eyes were scarlet, filled with an ominous smell of blood. Ning Caichen shivered, and vaguely saw the image of his head being pecked by a group of crows after it fell to the ground.
"I...I don't want to die, how could I die here..."
Ning Caichen leaned against the wall with his eyes blank. Lanruo Temple, the underworld, the tree demon grandma, the Black Mountain old demon, and the strong wind and waves all came over, but he died of suffocation in a prison.
"If God is really open-minded, why not trade my life for Brother Cui? His life is much more meaningful than mine."
"Hey hey hey——"
Hearing Ning Caichen's whisper, the old man grinned.
He has lived for most of his life, and has experienced all kinds of life including fame, fortune, misery, etc. He thinks he is well-informed, especially in terms of the good and evil of human nature. He has seen too much.
Ning Caichen was the only one who looked like an outlier because he was dull, stupid and stupid. It was difficult for the old man to understand how Ning Caichen had survived to this day in this world that eats people without spitting out their bones.
You can't always have someone help you, right?
After thinking about it, the old man realized that it was true because Ning Caichen was too rare and belonged to the endangered category. He felt compassion and prepared to help him escape from prison.
"It's amazing, this boy is so lucky!"
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On the other side, Liao Wenjie found a nearby inn to stay, waiting for Ning Caichen to escape from prison.
Previously at Lanruo Temple, because of him, Ning Caichen did not enjoy the close-range service of the female ghost. If he intervened again this time, he might even lose his marriage.
Liao Wenjie didn't feel guilty about the incident with the female ghost. People and ghosts have different paths. He didn't do anything wrong, but the marriage...
Look at people!
Ning Caichen has such a good character, I really don't want to ruin his marriage.
Liao Wenjie sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice telekinesis, asking the crow to watch Ning Caichen in case anything happened.
It was night, and a ghostly aura floated into the house. He slowly opened his eyes and cursed secretly that it was so difficult for people to live a good life in this ruined world.
The ghost smell came from the alley of the deep courtyard. Liao Wenjie opened the window, a blue light flashed in his eyes, turned over and jumped from the second floor. He dodged a few times and jumped into a house skillfully.
The courtyard is quite large, and this is a wealthy family.
At this time, a suppressed exclamation sounded, and three figures stumbled towards the yard.
"It's over, it's over now. What I thought was a beautiful lady like a flower turned out to be an evil ghost in human skin!"
"Master, the young lady has fainted."
"Then why don't you carry her on your back? My hands are weak and my feet are weak. Do you expect me to carry her?"
"But... the young lady is too heavy, I can't carry it."
"It's really useless. If I hadn't dared to speak loudly now, I would have scolded you to death."
"..."
The three people are the owner of the house, Wang Shunsheng, his wife Chen, and the servants of the family.
Wang Shunsheng was a failed scholar, with great ambitions and little talent but no ambition to make progress. He had been studying for many years, and his fame and fame were like clouds, and he could not even touch them. That is to say, the ancestors were officials and left behind some wealth and connections, otherwise they would have starved to death on the roadside.
Of course, it is also possible that because he had no shortage of food and clothing since he was a child, he developed the temperament of being unmotivated and living in muddle-headed conditions all day long.
Last night, while having a drink with his friends, he went home in a back alley and met a concubine who had escaped from a wealthy family.
In response to that sentence, do whatever you can't do, and be the first in color.
Seeing her young and beautiful appearance, Wang Shunsheng became lustful, disguised himself as an enthusiastic passerby, and took the woman named "You Feng" home.
Because he wasn't familiar with him, You Feng kicked him out of the house before dawn. It was a good thing that ended before it even started.
Wang Shunsheng regretted it at that time and cursed secretly that he couldn't recite poems, otherwise he would definitely be able to win over You Feng with a few recitations. Now that I saw the female ghost's true face, I was glad that I couldn't read poetry, otherwise I might have been lying on something last night.
The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. He and his servant picked up his wife and walked quickly through the yard, fearing that if he was slow, he would be overtaken by the female ghost behind him.
Whoosh!
The black shadow flashed, and Liao Wenjie appeared in front of the three people and said politely: "Sir, I see that there are dark clouds over your head, it must be..."
He didn't say anything anymore, because Wang Shunsheng and his servant were so frightened that they fainted. Together with Mrs. Chen who had fainted before, one more person could complete a mahjong table.
"I must be too sleepy!"
Liao Wenjie said the second half of the sentence speechlessly, without disturbing the three people's sweet dreams, and walked directly towards the house where the female ghost was.
The ghost smell was ordinary, not a powerful old ghost. If he guessed correctly, it must be another part of the scholar's yang energy.
"Why are you always a scholar? Isn't it good for people who practice martial arts? They have enough yang energy, and one is worth two...it can't be just about appearance, right?"
Bang!
He raised his foot and kicked open the door, just in time to see the female ghost scratching her face.
"Monster, hurry up..."
Liao Wenjie pointed his sword at the same time and shouted loudly, his fingertips froze in the air: "Hey, Xiaoqian!?"