The Anarchic Consort Chapter 1242: His Royal Highness meets

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The place where the head of the purple jade Buddha is placed is in the ancient towns around the capital.

This ancient town used to be not very famous. Until a certain variety show came to shoot, it became very popular, and many people brought their children to come here admiringly.

So just over an hour’s drive, because the congestion on the road was stretched wirelessly.

Bai Zhun and the others drove a Hummer. The advantage of such a car is that it does not support the bottom. The disadvantage is that it is too big, unlike some old scooters, which can pass by.

Fortunately, the driver is a master, usually very experienced, if you are in a hurry, you can copy the road.

But taking a trail means taking a dirt road.

After considering the safety issue, the driver decided to wait for traffic on the spot.

Bai is really not as sharp as before, probably because of illness, not so sharp.

However, his temperament remained the same, with a black mask on his face, he got out of the car and took a look at the car in front of him, then raised his hand to look at his watch.

"Call home, tell grandpa, let him not worry, I will be there on time."

As soon as Adjutant Zhang saw his approach, he knew that he was going to go over, and hurriedly followed.

Fortunately, the road is not far away, less than one kilometer to the entrance of the village. After entering the village, there is an antique bluestone path.

Bai Zhun stood there and attracted a lot of people's look back.

He adjusted the address stored in the phone, walked to a villager, coughed and asked, "Mother-in-law, do you know how to get to this place?"

The old man spoke in the local dialect, and he bulged his cheeks in reply.

Bai Zhun is a child born and raised in Beijing. He doesn't understand the dialect in Hebei at all. He can only guess by his own understanding. Finally, the old man shook his head.

He only knew that this mother-in-law didn't understand words at all.

Because the place is not easy to find, Bai Zhun can only ask people in the village one by one. The buzzing voice came from the mask, which made people listen to him and worried for him.

Finally, an uncle came and looked at the address on the phone, and he said that he would take Bai Zhun with him.

It turned out that the person who owned the head of the purple jade Buddha was an eminent monk who wandered all over the world. He has only recently settled here.

When Bai Zhun heard this, he immediately followed.

It was the most common small courtyard. The flowers and plants planted in the courtyard were all covered with snow, only Uncle Holly had a little green.

As soon as Bai Zhun walked in, he heard a voice from the courtyard: "Amitabha, this purple jade Buddha head is not because I didn't give it to the donor, but the evil spirit on the donor is too heavy. Even if you get the Buddha head, Will destroy it."

Evil spirit?

A trace of doubt appeared on Bai Zhun's face wearing a mask.

When he was on the mountain, he only heard the master said that there was hostility in people, and he had never heard of evil spirits.

Being too hostile does not mean how many people have been killed, but it has something to do with the people and things he came into contact with.

Those who have no bottom line are most likely to be hostile in their hearts.

But he never believed in these things.

Until he adopted Ah Jiu.

There are some things, only when you meet an important person, you would rather believe it or not.

Thinking of this, Bai Zhun's dark eyes flashed.

I heard from the room again: "The little benefactor outside should also come for my Buddha Ziyu, why not come in first."

Bai Zhun didn't hesitate, stepped up the steps and saw the scene in the room.

Before the square wooden table sits a high monk. He is dressed in monk clothes and is not very outstanding.

It’s just that the man sitting across from him is too handsome, his fair skin seems to shimmer, he wears a straight black suit, and there is a bunch of red roses in the pocket of the suit, slender. With his hands wrapped in pure white gloves, it is easy to think of a film that was once popular all over the world, "Interview with the Vampire".

"Amitabha Buddha." The eminent monk said to the man: "Donor, I always talk about a predestined word, and there are some things that I can't force."

The man lowered his eyes and curled his lips, and he turned a cup of tea between his fingers: "Talk about fate with the main hall?"

When the senior monk heard these words, his face seemed to be ugly for a moment, but he was more afraid, as if he recognized the identity of a man: "You, you..."

Bai Zhun stretched out his hand to press the high monk's back, with a black mask on his face, looking at the man with pitch-black eyes, neither humble nor arrogant.

The senior monk chanted Amitabha Buddha again: "Little donor, what you asked for today, Lao Na can't agree to you. There is no such thing as a little donor here, so the little donor should leave quickly."

"I won't go if I don't get the Buddha's head." Bai Zhun stood beside him, dressed in a pure white fleece, and his body was slender.

The high monk wanted to push him out very much. He looked at the man opposite him warily, as if it was not a human being standing in front of him, but a scourge.

The man just supported his chin with one hand and looked at the monk indifferently: "It seems that you have recognized the temple. In this case, don't waste time, otherwise I can't guarantee that this room will not Someone will bleed."

The monk knew that he was threatening himself with Baizhun's life.

But...

"It's not that the poor monk is unwilling to hand over the head of the Buddha, but that the head of the Buddha will be destroyed in an instant when it arrives in the hands of His Royal Highness.

The man tapped his finger on the table, he could sense that the Buddha's head was in this room, but in the same way, he could sense that the Buddha's Qi was suppressed somewhat by him.

It seems that the old bald head did not lie, and the head of the purple jade Buddha will indeed only be destroyed when it reaches his hand.

His Royal Highness who originally wanted to pick up her daughter home early, his eyes sank, and he stood up, his eyes swept over the standing Bai Zhun.

The high monk thought he was going to do something, and he hurried to one side of his figure.

However, a certain majesty did not kill as much as he thought, but walked out of the room without anyone else, and said indifferently: "Go".

There are many bat-like birds on the beams in the room.

The black feathers fluttered down.

Bai Zhun stretched out his hand to block him, and when he turned around, he saw that the senior monk breathed a sigh of relief, sitting back on the wooden chair.

Bai Zhun furrowed his thick eyebrows. Today's things are inevitably too strange.

First of all, the road has been blocked for so long.

It was snowing outside, and there was no trace of snow drifting across the man's body.

How did he come over such a blocked road?

And, what about those bats?

Bai Zhun has always been an idealist. He doesn't believe in any gods or ghosts except himself. If it weren't for Ah Jiu, he wouldn't even believe in Buddhism.

However, these phenomena that can't be explained clearly with what they have learned on ordinary days make Bai Zhun inevitably doubt the identity of a man.

Who is he... on earth?