Chapter 197 Bodhi’s Destruction of the Path
There were thunderstorms in the autumn night, but as soon as the Sanskrit sound came out, the streets were immediately silent.
Meng Yuan and others made a lot of noise. There were candles on both sides of the street, and some people opened the window to see it. But after seeing Meng Yuan and Xie Yisheng fighting, they locked the doors and windows tightly, and no longer heard any sound. .
On the other side of the street, Xiong Wuwei stopped and quickly ran to He Jiulang's side. The two stood behind Xie Yisheng together.
Meng Yuan discovered that Qingyang Palace and Lanruo Temple were incompetent in finding enemies, and they even treated themselves as bait and came to catch four major generals.
And maybe there are still people who haven’t shown up, or people from Lingxiao Sect, or the backup plan of the Demon Sect.
Meng Yuan had already seen it. Before, Mr. Nie was not panicked, but was calm.
This is not the father-in-law's attitude towards his son-in-law at all. Therefore, Meng Yuan guessed that Master Nie knew he had a backup plan, but Meng Yuan didn't dare to be careless either.
At this moment, Meng Yuan stood on the street without saying a word. Instead, he came to the inn gate like nothing happened, and was immediately grabbed by Jiang Tang.
"There are faults and the debts are the masters. Let's look at the master's fighting method." Nie Yannian put his sword back and returned to the sheath. He looked at the wound on Meng Yuan's body with a relaxed face and said, "You guy has messed with too many people. ”
"It's inevitable to come out and do things." Meng Yuan learned from Xiangling's old-fashioned tone.
Nie Yannian slammed his tongue and didn't say more.
The clouds hang low, and the dew is heavy in the middle of the night.
I saw a figure slowly walking in the darkness in the distance.
Only when they arrived not far away did everyone see the visitor clearly. The man was quite tall, wearing a cassock, hanging Buddhist beads, and twisting rosary in his hand.
Behind this man was a young man in a black and black robes, following him holding a tin staff, which was the Xuanbei monk he had seen on Hulu Mountain.
The autumn rain finally fell, and the two monks slowly approached, muttering the Buddha's name in a low voice. On the occasion of the thin rain on the autumn night, it should have been strange, but everyone felt the spirit of righteousness and glory, and they felt anxious and fearful. The feeling is gone.
Xie Yisheng and the other two stood side by side, bathed in autumn water, each silently.
Li Wujiu still stood on the roof, holding a whisk in one hand, and his face was clear and elegant, like a person who ascended to the immortals.
Everyone stared at the visitor, and soon saw Xuan Bei approaching with the monk wearing a cassock.
The great monk had no beard, about fifty or sixty years old, with a kind face. He looked around and lowered his head and folded his head, saying, "I am aware of Lan Ruo Temple. I have taken the liberty to bother you, and I hope to forgive my sins." >
This person's words and tone are extremely humble, but at this time, he must have extraordinary arts and careers to say such words and be able to interfere with such things.
Of course, this person was originally avenged Jueyuan and must be capable.
Meng Yuan and Nie Yannian bowed their fists to Master Jueming, but they didn't say anything.
"The thief bald donkey and the bull's nose are indeed here!" He Jiulang did not have the humility of the Confucian disciples and sneered loudly, "Dare you ask where Master Jueming came from?"
"There is no coming or going, the cycle of cause and effect is reincarnation, and I am here to bring it." Jueming bowed his head and bowed respectfully, saying respectfully: "The donor of Xie, donor of He, donor of Xiong, donor of Xiong, after many years of separation, the three of them are still in the same style."
This monk actually met Xie Yisheng and others.
"Master, we are not the one who intends to kill Jueyuan." Xie Yisheng faced his sword down, held his fist and bowed, and said, "Jeyuan was harmed by the Peacock Zen Master under the Qingguangzi's throne, and Yang Yuping was just Jueyuan's skin bag It is in line with your Buddhist idea of saving people."
"Only by saviors can you save others." Master Jueming sighed softly and said, "Junior Jueyuan is not good at learning skills, so this is a disaster. It is just the continuation of cause and effect. Whether it is the Peacock Taoist Fellow or the donor of Yang Yuping, If you have planted the cause, you should have the result." "How do you want to accomplish the cause and effect?" The autumn rain is lingering, and someone floats from the night rain and falls beside Xie Yisheng.
The visitor was wearing a long moon-white dress, with a bright head and a compassionate and smiling face. He was about thirty years old, but he actually felt a bit like a monk.
This person is the Peacock Zen Master unbuttoned his screen.
The injury on the body of the screen has recovered, and the person is much calmer. He raised his head and smiled and saluted Li Wujiu, "The Taoist Li is a fairy-like and Taoist priest, and he is really a banished immortal descending to the earth."
As he spoke, he unbuttoned his screen and smiled even more. He then sang to Meng Yuan and Nie Yannian, "Master Nie's face was red, and he did not hear the sad sound of autumn rain, which shows his interest."
"I'll be happy when I see you!" Nie Yannian smiled.
Unbuttoned his screen and smiled slightly, looked at Meng Yuan again, and said, "Men donor has always been safe?"
"It's not good to ask the master for his blessing." Meng Yuan said with a smile.
"How can a mere minor injury and pain be compared to the pain given to the little monk by the donor?" Unlocking the screen was very humble, and then looked at the little Jiang Tang, saying, "This must be the fiancée of Meng Donor. It's really A handsome man and a beautiful woman. The little monk and Meng Duzhu are in love with each other. If the two of you are in a good relationship in the future, please don’t hesitate to have a glass of water and wine.”
Jiang Tang held Taoist etiquette and did not say much.
"Brother Jie," Meng Yuan pressed the hilt of the knife and said, "If you don't stay in the mouse cave of Green Photon, why are you lingering in the Songhe Prefecture area?"
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"Oh." Jie Kaiping sighed when he heard this, and said, "Jusing said, cause and effect continue, and he is just working hard."
As he spoke, he unbuttoned his screen and erected his eleven tribute to Meng Yuan, and said, "Of course, it is also the wish of the little monk to see the donor Meng again."
"You're talking nonsense, will you fight?" Xiong Wuwei was already impatient when he opened the screen and was busy reminiscing.
"Amitabha." Jie Kaiping, as a sixth-grade monk, was not angry at the impatience of the seventh-grade warrior Xiong Wuwei, but just explained: "It's not easy to fight. I led the Lingxiao Sect to abduct, but there was still a high person. People were watching in secret, and they were not moved by me from beginning to end."
Unbuttoned his screen and covered himself with autumn rain, looked back at the darkness, and then sighed, "Maybe it was the person who protected the Tao sent by the donor, or the expert invited by the donor Nie."
"Often the sixth grade, they are not my boss's opponent!" Xiong Wuwei was very confident in Xie Yisheng. "Boss Xie didn't do his best just now!"
"I thought you were people in the jar, but I never thought that we were people in the jar." Li Wujiu sneered.
"Amitabha." Monk Jueming took the tin staff handed over by Xuanbei and sighed mercifully: "Fellow Taoist Peacock, I am looking for all the masters, so I am asking for an explanation for Junior Brother Jueyuan. Please give me some advice." br>
"The demons arise in Jueyuan's heart. If it weren't for this, how could the little monk move him?" Jie Kaiping smiled.
"There is nothing to say." Jueming said.
"If you ask the ancestor Buddha, you will be wrong and you will be obedient when you think about it." Jie Kaiping sneered, "Senior brother is too attached to the face."
"I heard that the peacock Taoist fellow practitioner practiced the Dharma of Silence, which is pure and true, without any obstacles, and the heart is not stained with dust, and is best at saving people. I am willing to come and learn about it today." Jueming raised his Zen Staff and had a faint light on his body. .
"I dare not take it." Jieping Ping was still humble and said, "Dare you ask the senior brother what kind of Taoism you practice?"
"Bodhi destroys the path." Jueming said.
(This chapter ends)