Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 630: 白衣客
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Zi Jiu did not escape back to the tombs in Tomb Hill Mountain this time. Instead, he cast a spell to notify his Apocalypse Alliance companions who were still in Tianbao Kingdom and gave them a certain warning. After doing this, Zhi Jiu fled away. He left Tianbao Kingdom first. Whether others left or not was none of his business. Tu Yun was the only one who had the final say in Tianbao Kingdom anyway.
At the same time, Monk Huitong, who returned to the inn with Ji Yuan, was finally free. The first thing he talked about was not about subduing monsters in the palace. After all, Mr. Ji was in the palace. What Monk Huitong talked about the most was It was the hero Gan Qing Le Gan, who seemed to be extremely interested in him.
After midnight, Ji Yuan and others fell asleep in the inn one after another. The entire capital had long since returned to tranquility, even in the palace. When Ji Yuan was in a dream, he seemed to still be able to feel all the changes around him, and could hear coughs, quarrels and dreams in people's homes in the distance.
On the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, during the great cold season, Ji Yuan woke up naturally from his room at the inn. The sound of rain outside indicated that today was his favorite rainy day, and it was not too big or too small. It rained just right, and everything in the world became extremely clear to Ji Yuan's ears.
The water-bending demon died last night, and the water essence was overflowing. Without Ji Yuan's intervention, the rain was bound to fall, and it would last for two or three days.
Ji Yuan opened his eyes, sat up from the bed and leaned against the wall, without opening the window, and listened quietly to the sound of rain outside. In his ears, the sound of every drop of rain was different, which helped him portray the real The ink of the capital city of Tianbao Kingdom.
Ji Yuan lives in a separate small courtyard in the inn. Due to his understanding of Ji Yuan's personal living habits, no one will disturb Ji Yuan in the resting area of the Tingliang delegation. But in fact, Ji Yuan had always heard the news at the inn, including all the people from Wyeth who went to Beijing with the mission and were captured by the imperial army.
After listening to the sound of rain for a while, Ji Yuan also heard the sound of footsteps wandering outside.
"Master Gan, Ji is already up, come in."
Gan Qingle, who was outside, was delighted when he heard this. He opened the door and came in to see Ji Yuan sitting cross-legged on the bed.
"Good morning, sir."
"Good morning, Mr. Gan. Sit down wherever you want. Just tell me if you have anything to say."
Having become familiar with Ji Yuan these days, Gan Qingle didn't feel restrained, so he sat on a stool in the house, rubbed a bandaged wound on his arm, and asked straight to the point.
"Sir, I know that I was not really able to compete with the monster last night. Firstly, sir cast a spell to help, and secondly, my blood is a little special. I want to ask sir, my blood..."
Gan Qingle stopped when he said this, because he actually didn't know what to ask. Ji Yuan thought for a moment and did not answer his question directly, but started to extend it from another angle.
“There is plenty of Yang Qi in the blood of ordinary people. This Yang Qi is usually hidden and very mild. Yin and evil things such as zombies and ghouls like to live in places of Yin and evil, but they also like to **** human blood. In this way, we seek to absorb vitality while pursuing the harmony of yin and yang to a certain extent.”
As Ji Yuan spoke, he looked at Gan Qingle's half-red beard and the wounds on his body. After last night, the color of Gan Qingle's beard and hair had not completely returned to normal.
"For example, Daxia Gan, the yang energy in your blood is exposed, and is affected by the evil spirits of warriors who have traveled around the world for many years and the strong alcohol you drink. The moment of fierce fighting is like burning red flames. This is what the spiritual world calls the yang evil spirit. Chi Yan, let alone a demon, even an ordinary cultivator would not feel comfortable being splashed with your blood."
"Then...can I enter the path of spiritual practice?"
Gan Qingle hesitated for a moment, but still asked. Ji Yuan smiled, knowing that this hero Gan was drunk and had no intention of drinking.
"Actually, Daxia Gan can ask Master Huitong."
Hearing Ji Yuan's words, Gan Qingle was stunned.
"Ah? Sir, you want me to be a monk? Uh-huh, Gan has been unable to clean up his six roots for a long time, and he has made me not eat meat for many years. Isn't this going to cost me my life... ”
Ji Yuan shook his head.
"Ji did not ask you to become a monk. The Buddhist teachings never say that you must become a monk. A monk who ordains and takes full precepts is essentially to cultivate the Buddha nature. I am discussing with Buddhist experts. After all, the essence of Buddhism is also a method of practice, which can be practiced by anyone with a Buddhist intention or even a righteous intention."
Gan Qingle frowned.
"Don't you have to give up alcohol and meat?"
"Look at those devout Buddhist believers, very few of them have been abstaining from alcohol and meat. There is a saying that goes: when meat and wine pass through the intestines, the Dharma remains in the heart."
When Ji Yuan said this with a smile, Monk Huitong had just arrived outside the courtyard. He listened to Ji Yuan's words word for word. He was stunned for a moment before entering the courtyard and then the house.
"Good morning, Mr. Ji, early morning, Mr. Gan."
"Master Huitong." "Good morning, Master."
Gan Qingle saw that Master Huitong had arrived. He had been discussing the monk's affairs just now. He felt a little embarrassed, and knew that Master Huitong must have something to do when he came to see Mr. Ji, so he said goodbye and left.
As soon as Gan Qingle left, Monk Huitong smiled helplessly.
"Sir, I know that you have great supernatural powers and even have insights into Buddhism and Taoism, but Daxia Gan is not as high as you, how can you say that directly."
"Hey, Mr. Ji is helping you. Daxia Gan said that not eating meat or drinking alcohol would be the same as killing him. And I think he also has a good impression of Mr. Lu. How can you, a great monk, treat him badly? How?"
"Well done, Ming King Buddha!"
Monk Huitong could only chant the Buddha's name and did not respond directly to Ji Yuan's words. It has been nearly a hundred years since he practiced Buddhism. One of his disciples confiscated it. This time he saw this Gan Qingle, which was extremely emotional. He looked like It cannot be compared with Buddhism, but Hui Tong feels that it has Buddha nature.
"Sir, I have good intentions and the young monk understands that, in fact, just as he said, if the heart is peaceful and not disturbed by evil desires, there is no use in having a few precepts to restrain the mind."
Ji Yuan saw the majestic appearance of the impossibly handsome monk Baoxiang and took out the Thousand Dou Pot.
"The master is right, come on, have a drink?"
"Mr. Ji..."
Hui Tong was helpless, Ji Yuan couldn't help but smile when he saw this. He knew that this monk was actually a wonderful person, he could be quite funny sometimes, and his psychological activities were probably very exciting.
"Okay, okay, no joke, by the way, what reward does the emperor give you?"
Huitong regained his solemn demeanor, smiled and shook his head.
"The Emperor of Tianbao Kingdom wanted to canonize me as the Grand Master of the Protector of the Country, and also wanted to make me the abbot of Fayuan Temple. Oh, he also rewarded me with a thousand taels of gold and a lot of silk brocade and other items."
This is public poaching.
"The eldest princess is very angry, isn't she?"
"She was not very angry. She knew that the young monk would not come to Tianbao Kingdom to become the so-called great mage who protects the country for these reasons."
Ji Yuan thought about it and said seriously.
"In fact, the eldest princess is quite intelligent..."
Ji Yuan suddenly paused here, frowning and then smiling.
"Mr. Ji, what's wrong?"
"Haha, it's interesting. The situation is unclear and Tu Yun's life or death is unknown. Ji didn't expect that anyone would dare to come to Beijing to investigate at this time."
Hearing what Ji Yuan said, Huitong understood what type of "people" Mr. Ji meant.
"Master, let's go take a look."
"The young monk should accompany you."
……
Due to the rain, the streets of Tianbao Kingdom's capital city were not densely populated, but stalls still had to be set up, and there were still many people who should go shopping on the streets, and what happened in the palace last night had already happened early in the morning. Rumors spread in the market that although there is no airtight wall in everything, the speed is obviously too fast. However, Ji Yuan and Huitong don't care about this kind of thing. It obviously has something to do with the harem or political intrigue.
There were few customers today, and a few vendors who had set up stalls in the market had nothing to do and gathered together to gossip.
"Hey, have you heard about what happened last night?"
"What's going on?" "Master Huitong, do you know?"
"It seems that he is a famous eminent monk from Tingliang State. He did not follow the imperial edict and went to Beijing a few days ago."
The vendor who started the topic said excitedly.
"You only know one but not the other. Why did the emperor call Master Huitong to come? Because there were monsters in the palace, which disturbed the peace of the palace and the court situation. So he invited Master Huitong to collect the monsters. Yes! Does the fragrant beauty Hui Fei know that it is actually a vixen..."
"Oops!" "Really..." "Really?"
A young-looking man with long hair without a bun passed by this stall. He paused and listened for a while. He heard the vendors discussing enthusiastically with surprise and surprise, and then continued to move forward.
"Hey, it's a step too late..."
This young man is holding an umbrella, wearing a white shirt, and no extra accessories. His face is very handsome, but it is always shrouded in haze. His long hair is scattered, which is considered disheveled and impolite to ordinary people, but in the eyes of ordinary people, This man looked very elegant, and no one was pointing fingers at him. Not many people even seemed to notice him.
In the rain in the capital, the man in white shirt walked step by step towards the palace, or to be precise towards the inn, and soon arrived on the street outside the inn.
People are not allowed to set up stalls here, and since it is a rainy day, there are almost no pedestrians. Even the sergeants who usually stand guard outside the post area are taking shelter from the rain in the houses nearby.
The man held an umbrella and looked at the inn calmly. Not long after, in his line of sight, a monk in white robes strolled out and stood six or seven feet away from the man.
"Well done, Great Ming King Buddha. He sows good causes and reaps good results. He does evil things and receives evil retribution. What does the donor think?"
The man holding the umbrella said nothing and looked at Huitong indifferently. This monk did not have a strong Buddhist divine light, but he could vaguely feel a strong Buddha nature. He could accept Tu Yun. It seemed that It is hiding one's own Dharma.
"Monk, can Tu Yun be saved?"
Monk Huitong was actually very nervous at this moment, because he could not feel the slightest bit of magic light or demonic aura from the person opposite him. Looking at the Bodhi Wisdom, he could only see a faint trace of white light, just like the light refracted by white clothes. . Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan． com
‘Well done Ming King Buddha, fortunately Mr. Ji hasn’t left yet! ’
Huitong, who was nervous, had a solemn and calm Buddhist look on his face, and he also replied in a calm tone.
"The donors are six fox demons. It is impossible for the poor monk to stay behind. They have been included in the golden bowl seal. I am afraid it will be difficult to escape."
The man holding the umbrella nodded and slowly approached Huitong.
"I have some friendship with Buddhism. Give me the golden bowl and spare your life."
Huitong's heart suddenly jumped, and he suppressed the uneasiness in his body. He still stood firmly with his hands clasped together and looked at the man calmly.
At this moment, a man in a wide-sleeved green shirt also walked from the inn holding an umbrella and appeared next to Huitong. The man in a white shirt opposite stopped in his tracks.
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