Nightwatcher

Hengyuan frowned, feeling that something was wrong. Ever since he announced his name, the expressions of the two doorkeeper monks were very strange.

After the transmission, there was a seemingly non-existent hostility again.

"Excuse me and lead the way!" Heng Yuan lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye.

Under the leadership of the gatekeeper, we passed through the front yard and the main building, and arrived at the back yard.

Under the corner of the eaves, in the corridor, stood a middle-aged monk. He was wearing an ascetic robe that was convenient for walking. He had a round face and thick earlobes.

He looked at Hengyuan expressionlessly.

"Qinglong Temple Hengyuan?" Monk Jingchen looked at Hengyuan sharply.

"It's the poor monk."

Monk Hengyuan was also examining Jingchen, and at this point, he had realized that these fellow disciples from the Western Regions had vaguely hostile towards him.

Hengyuan didn't know what was going on with this hostility, since the two sides had no contact before.

"Monks don't tell lies!" Monk Jingchen said in a deep voice.

Hearing this sentence, Hengyuan's most intuitive feeling was that the alarm bells sounded in his ears, he must not lie and answer honestly.

"It's the poor monk." Heng Yuan clasped his hands together and said calmly.

Monk Jingchen was silent.

He used the ability of the Herrscher just now to confirm that the monk who claimed to be Hengyuan was not lying, unless the other party was also a Herrscher and could modify the precepts by himself.

Here comes the question, if this is Heng Yuan, who was that just now?

What is his purpose?

Jingchen reviewed the conversation carefully, and found out with horror that the other party came for Sangbo's sealed item.

In this case, the nature of the matter is not as simple as pretending to be Hengyuan. It is related to the demon monk, and he must treat it with caution.

"The warrior monk just now can also roar the Buddhist lion. Even if it's not Hengyuan, he must be the one in front of the people of the Buddhist sect. Even if it is really Hengyuan, he really came here for the purpose of visiting, and has no other intention?"

All kinds of thoughts flashed by, and Monk Jingchen immediately made a decision, pointed at Hengyuan, and shouted: "Take it!"

Immediately, two monks in blue robes stepped forward and pressed Heng Yuan's shoulders.

boom!

With a surge of energy, Heng Yuan easily sent the two monks flying.

In the corridor, Monk Jingchen pinched his hands and recited: "You can't move your body, you can't move your hands, and you can't speak."

After the words fell, golden ripples like water ripples appeared in the handprints, sweeping across Hengyuan gently but firmly.

In an instant, Hengyuan seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, except that his mind was still functioning, and his body had lost control.

"Boom boom boom"

Air ripples exploded around Hengyuan's body, like small fireworks.

He was fighting against the commandments with brute force, trying to break out of the mud.

Jingchen frowned, this monk who called himself Hengyuan was stronger than he expected. Can't help shouting: "Take it quickly!"

A few monks rushed out of the room, a few mages and Zen masters. The latter two had low combat effectiveness and had to rely on the monks to catch people.

But before the monks surrounded him, Hengyuan broke through the "precepts", dragged out an afterimage at an extremely fast speed, and rushed towards Monk Jingchen.

Hengyuan became angry and wanted to teach this fellow from the west a lesson.

At this moment, a figure stood in front of Jingchen, it was the young monk Jingsi with delicate features and wearing a blue robe.

He looked at Hengyuan who was rushing calmly, and slapped him.

When the palm gesture first started, there was no abnormality, but during the process, a little golden lacquer spread from the palm, quickly covering the palm and arms, and then the whole person was like a golden lacquer sculpture.

when!

The palm just pushed Hengyuan's chest, and the latter flew out as if hit by a battering log, crashing through the wall of the inner courtyard and the wall of the main building.

The postmen in the station were frightened to death, hiding in the house and shivering, not daring to come out.

This group of monks fought with others as soon as they moved in. In a few days, wouldn't the inn be demolished?

"cough cough"

Coughing with dull pain, Monk Heng Yuan came out, stared at Jing Si without speaking.

Jingchen said indifferently: "You stay at the station, and when Uncle Du'er comes back, I have something to ask you."

Heng Yuan nodded: "Okay."

At the end of the word "good", he turned into an afterimage again and rushed over fiercely, but the target was not Jingchen, but Jingsi.

Jing Si, whose body surface exudes a metallic texture, raised his hand again, and slapped Heng Yuan with his palm. This time, he missed the shot, but Heng Yuan stopped his arm joints, and his casserole-sized fists kept hitting his face, making a "dang dang dang" sound. bang.

Jing Si, who was hit on the face, knocked Heng Yuan away with a head hammer. After the two of them clashed with each other for more than a dozen moves, Jing Si was countered again.

Heng Yuan grabbed his wrist, growled in a low voice, and threw Jing Si to the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall.

boom!

The blue bricks laid in the yard were instantly blasted into the sky, and the ground cracked.

Heng Yuan pressed his knee against Jing Si's throat, his right fist turned into an afterimage, and hit him on the head again and again.

Dangdangdang was like ringing a bell, the sound mixed with air waves, raging in every corner of the yard.

The tiles crackled and fell, the flowerbeds exploded, and the willows broke and fell into a mess in an instant.

Jing Si has no ability to resist, and can only bear the blow with her face covered.

"Enough!" Jing Chen said in a deep voice.

Only then did Hengyuan stop, shaking his bloody fist, staring at Jing Si coldly: "It's just rough skin and thick flesh."

At this point, the monk's violent temper finally vented.

Xu Qi'an has always misunderstood Hengyuan, thinking that the other party is a simple and gentle "Lu Zhishen", but in fact Hengyuan is a thug wearing this honest and simple cloak.

A person with a mild temper would not be able to break into Uncle Pingyuan's mansion at night and leave after killing everyone.

It's just that in Hengyuan's mind, Mr. Xu is a kind person who is willing to do good. Such a good person deserves to be treated with tenderness.

After entering the inn, he was targeted everywhere and came with good intentions, but what he encountered was a "stick", so he felt very angry. In such a hot situation, this little monk still came out to pretend to be aggressive, as if Heng Yuan was a chicken and a dog, and he could just hit him with a single palm.

In the end, he was just a young monk with rough skin and thick flesh.

At the beginning of Shen Shi, the sun of early spring hangs warmly in the west.

Master Duer held a Zen stick in his hand, and was wearing a golden-red cassock. He walked back at a leisurely pace. He paused at the gate of the post station, and then stepped out to the inner courtyard.

The inner courtyard was in a mess, and the postmen stepped on ladders to the roof and laid tiles. The monks rammed the cracked ground with sand.

The one who did the most hard work was a strange bald head. Master Duer looked at him for a while, but didn't speak.

The appearance of Master Duer is a skinny old monk with dark skin and wrinkled face. His skinny body is wrapped in a wide cassock, which looks a bit funny.

"Uncle!"

Monk Jingchen came out of the house and talked in the language of the Western Regions: "Something happened while you were in the palace"

Tell the story of the true and false Hengyuan in detail to Master Duer.

"Heng Yuan beat Jing Si so hard that he couldn't fight back?"

Master Duer turned his head and looked at Heng Yuan who was working hard.

"Yes," Jing Chen nodded, and then added: "But Junior Brother Jing Si was not injured, and the Diamond Sutra is not something ordinary people can break."

There was pride in his tone.

Master Duer didn't express his position, but instead asked: "When the first Hengyuan talked with you, did he have any information about the evil thing? For example, he knew the root of the evil thing, and knew some information about the evil thing. .”

Jingchen recalled for a moment, then shook his head: "He only said that the sealed object under Sangbo was related to Buddhism, and when he told the case, he said that he had seen the severed hand boarding on the body of his younger brother Henghui.

"Uncle, this matter can actually be verified, just call Heng Yuan from outside to question."

But Duer asked again: "It's true that he didn't disclose any information about the evil thing to induce you to reveal more inside information?"

Jing Chen shook his head: "No."

Master Du'er said "hmm": "I know who he is, now you go to the Changren Yamen and find the organizer Xu Qi'an, I have something to ask him."

Xu Qi'an came out of the hook bar, feeling light all over, feeling that his bones were brittle, enjoying horses and killing chickens while watching operas and listening to music, these days are really happy.

In an hour, the girls in the Goulan changed from batch to batch, coming in with smiles on their faces, and going out with trembling hands.

"It's a pity that the girls in Goulan are selling seafood, not professional massagers, and their level is still low. In this era, there are brothels, teaching workshops, and Goulan. There are no foot bath shops and massage shops. It's a pity."

At this point, the value has already been released, there is no need to go to the Yamen, Xu Qi'an hired a carriage on the side of the road, and returned to Xu's residence.

"Da Lang, you are back. Someone from the yamen is looking for you. You have been waiting in the mansion for a long time, and you have already drank two pots of tea." Old Zhang, the porter, saw Da Lang coming back, and hurried up to meet him.

The yamen came to me for something. Xu Qi'an thought for a while, and guessed that someone from the Western Buddhist sect was looking for him.

Entering the living room, I saw a black-clothed official sitting on a chair drinking tea, looking out frequently.

"Oh, Mr. Xu, you are back."

After countless times of looking around, I finally saw Xu Qi'an's figure. The official in black was overjoyed and said: "If you don't come back, after the curfew, I can only stay in your residence."

"What is it?" Xu Qi'an got straight to the point.

"Not long ago, an eminent Buddhist monk came to the yamen to look for you, but he couldn't find him, so he went to see Duke Wei. Duke Wei sent me to wait for you at the mansion." The official in black said.

He's just a monk, how can Wei Yuan treat him so seriously? What kind of thing is he a western guy?

Xu Qi'an said expressionlessly: "Understood, I will go see you later."

The official in black breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and said with a smile: "Wei Gong heard that you have been wandering around recently, not waiting for orders in the yamen or patrolling the streets. He was very angry and said that your salary for three months is not enough. gone."

Here, Dad, there is something to discuss! Xu Qi'an's face froze.

Sending off the officials in black, Xu Qi'an remembered that his little mare was left in the Daganren Yamen, so he ordered his servants to lead Xu Erlang's horse.

There are three horses in the Xu Mansion, namely Xu Pingzhi and Xu Dalang Erlang's mounts. A horse-drawn carriage is specially used for traveling by female relatives.

When Xu Nian heard that his eldest brother was back, he hurried out of the study and said worriedly, "Brother, after you left today, those two people who were trying to find out came back again."

"What?" Xu Qi'an didn't react for a moment.

"A swordsman in green shirts, and a monk who looked more like a butcher. They came uninvited, saying they were congratulations. Father said they were guests, so he invited them into the mansion for a drink."

Xu Nian frowned and said, "I always feel that they look at me strangely."

Xu Qi'an remembered that when he saw Hengyuan in the afternoon, he seemed to have said that he had just come out of Xu's mansion after drinking.

"Erlang, don't worry about these unknown people, you are Huiyuan now, and your vision is in the higher sky." Xu Qi'an didn't know how to comfort the little brother, and patted him on the shoulder:

"Lend me your mount, and I'll return it to you tomorrow."

Just at this time, the servants brought the horse from the back door, Hou was outside the gate, Xu Qi'an immediately stepped aside.

When he came to Sanyang Station again, the setting sun was already hanging in the west, and the evening sun was a magnificent golden red.

"you"

The two monks guarding the gate knew that they had been deceived and stared at Xu Qi'an with unfriendly expressions.

"My officer, Xu Qi'an, is the officer in charge of the Sangbo case. Master Du'er summoned me to lead the way." Xu Qi'an handed over the reins with a smile.

The two monks guarding the gate took a deep breath to restrain their anger, one took the reins, and the other made a "please" gesture.

Following the gatekeeper monks into the post station, they came to the inner courtyard.

It looks like there was a fight here just now. Hengyuan is also guilty of working here. I will definitely be a good person in the future.

He bowed his head with some guilty conscience, and instead of looking at Monk Hengyuan, he entered a room under the guidance of the gatekeeper monk.

There were three monks in the room, the one in the middle was sitting on the slum, an old monk with dark skin, his face was wrinkled, and his thin body could not support the loose cassock, which seemed a bit funny at first glance.

The left and right are Jingchen and Jingsi who have met each other.

Jing Chen stared at Xu Qi'an with an unfriendly expression.

"Master Du'er!" Xu Qi'an clasped his hands together and saluted.

The old monk returned the salute, and said gently: "Why is Master Xu pretending to be Hengyuan, a monk of the Qinglong Temple?"

Xu Qi'an replied seriously, "I want to find out what is sealed under Sangbo."

The old monk squinted his eyes and looked at him silently. That calm and gentle gaze is like a body scanner.

In front of this old monk, Xu Qi'an didn't dare to have any inner drama, restrained his divergent thoughts, prevented himself from thinking wildly, and said:

"The Sangbo case was investigated by me alone. I found out that there are many secrets in it. The Shanhe Temple in Yongzhen was built on a large formation, and evil things were sealed in the formation. I personally went into the water to investigate and found that the remaining stone pillars of the array were engraved with Buddhist inscriptions.

"At first, I thought that the one sealed under Sangbo was the previous generation of supervisors, but as the case progressed and Henghui appeared, it turned out that the one sealed under Sangbo was a severed hand.

"From this, the official speculates that the severed hand is related to Buddhism. But neither the prison nor the royal family keep it secret.

"I, Xu Qi'an, have repeatedly solved major cases in Beijing. There is no case that I can't find out. But this question, like a stick in my throat, made me sleepless at night, and I didn't think about eating or drinking."

Master Duer nodded slowly: "That's why there was that temptation before?"

"Exactly!" Xu Qi'an said.

He had already thought up these words when he was pretending to be Hengyuan. He disguised himself as a "lunatic" who was obsessed with solving the case, and he was obsessed with the origin of the severed hand and the secret behind it.

So after the mission from the Western Regions entered Beijing, they pretended to be Hengyuan and came here to test it out.

There was nothing wrong with his temptations, all the questions were pointed to the point, he did not take the initiative to disclose any information about the monk Shenshu, and fully played the role of an official who only knew one thing and did not know the other.

Master Duer smiled and said, "Master Xu wants to know information about evil things?"

Xu Qi'an was overjoyed, and appropriately expressed his thirst for knowledge: "Master, would you like to tell me?"

The skinny old monk smiled and said: "It's all right, but you have to enter my Buddhist school and become a disciple of the poor monk."

Xu Qi'an twitched his face, shook his head and refused: "I am practicing martial arts, so I can no longer practice Buddhism."

Master Duer seemed to have known that there would be such a reply, and said unhurriedly: "You can transfer to a monk."

You can transfer to a monk. A monk and a martial artist really lead to the same goal by different routes. My guess is correct. The monk system in Buddhism is prepared for "outer disciples".

A guess that Xu Qi'an had kept in his heart for a long time was confirmed.

What is the next level of the eighth-rank monk? !

"Can you marry a wife and have children?" he asked.

"Although monks don't have to keep the precepts, they can't marry wives and have children. This has nothing to do with practice, but the rules of Buddhism." Master Duer shook his head:

"Once you enter Buddhism, you are a monk, and so are monks. How can you become a monk if you are a monk?"

Xu Qi'an looked regretful: "I yearn for Buddhism very much, but the nine generations of my family are single-handed. It seems that I have no destiny with Buddhism. It is really a great regret in my life."

Master Du'er was a little happy, he didn't expect Xu Qi'an to be so friendly to Buddhism.

"Master Xu, if you want to ask anything in the future, just come to the post station and ask. If you can tell me, the poor monk will tell you. You don't have to pretend to be a Buddhist disciple."

"I know I was wrong."

Du'er nodded, and told Jing Si to give it away.

After Jing Si sent Xu Qi'an away and returned to the room, Master Du'er said in a deep voice, "Call Heng Yuan into the house."

"yes!"

Jingchen went out to call for someone.

After a while, Hengyuan, who was covered in dust, returned with Jingchen. Master Duer said with a smile: "Pang Shu called me Shishu, you are his disciple, so call me Shishuzu."

In fact, there is no seniority relationship between Buddhism in the Western Regions and Qinglong Temple. Before, Jingchen was called a teacher and brother with Xu Qi'an out of politeness.

"Uncle Master." Heng Yuan clasped his hands together.

Master Du'er nodded, and asked: "Listen to Jingchen, that Yingong Xu Qi'an claims to be inseparable with you?"

Hengyuan replied: "Yes."

"The previous misunderstandings were all caused by this person. You never complained in your heart?" Master Duer stared at Hengyuan.

"No matter what Master Xu does, this disciple can be tolerant and understanding." Heng Yuan said.

He owed No. 3 two lives, and Xu Qi'an one life. These are all great kindnesses.

Duer nodded again: "What kind of person is he?"

PS: Change first and then change, there seems to be a 4D today.