Chapter 508: Hidden Wind and Thunder (Part 1)
More than ten miles outside the capital, there is a pavilion on a mountain road.
Even though it is far away, you can still see the sky-filled lanterns in the city from here.
The light snow was falling, and a slender woman clasped her hands behind her back, looking far away towards the capital, her long hair tied up in a ponytail swinging behind her waist.
A breeze blew by, and two figures appeared outside the pavilion.
There were two monks, one big and one small.
This... is Hui Jue and Li Qing, or Yuan Zhao.
Yuanzhao is still wearing the plain white cassock, and he looks the same as before, with a submissive face and a silent expression; while Hui Jue, who looks like a seven or eight-year-old novice and is wearing a blood-red cassock, has a face The upper body was covered with cracks, and it looked very scary, with a rather indifferent expression.
Seeing the two of them, the woman turned around, put her hands together and bowed deeply to Huijue.
“The little girl Xiang Hong has met Master Huijue.”
she whispered.
This is a young girl. She looks no more than twenty-four or five years old. Her facial features are just plain, but her temperament is quite similar to Ning Wushu. She has a heroic spirit that other women don't have, and her eyebrows are raised. , is a river and lake.
Huijue raised his hand with one hand, gave a slight salute, and said calmly: "He only sent you?"
"Does the master look down on the little girl?"
< br>Xiang Hong straightened up and smiled slightly: "Among the four most trusted people by my lord, I am the only one who has no complicated affairs and is closest to the capital, so I will come to pick up the master. But what's wrong?"
Huijue did not comment, but said slowly: "It's a small matter for the poor monk. It's okay to go find him on your own, but..."
As he spoke, he turned to Yuan Zhao.
"The poor monk, my nephew, can't do it." He said lightly.
Xiang Hong said "Oh?" and looked at Yuan Zhao.
Yuanzhao bowed to her and said calmly: "The poor monk Yuanzhao, the donor of Xianghong, is a disciple of Master Huixin."
Xianghong raised her eyebrows and asked: "Master Yuanzhao, what's wrong with you?"
"The poor monk should be at Jinchan Temple tonight."
Yuanzhao said leisurely: "There are countless believers in the temple tonight, and the poor monk should have shown the miracle of the Buddha's universal salvation, so that all the people would worship and offer incense... But now things have changed, and the poor monk can no longer enter the temple."
"But..."
Yuanzhao raised his head and said calmly: "Without believers, the plan will be difficult to accomplish."
Xianghong frowned slightly and turned her gaze to Huijue.
A smile appeared on Hui Jue's indifferent face. When she smiled, the muscles on her face were affected, causing the cracks to squirm, revealing the thick blood inside, which was very oozing.
"The nephew of the poor monk means that he needs people, a lot of people."
He said slowly: "And... it is best to have nothing to worry about and be full of desires. "
"With nothing to worry about and full of desires?" Xianghong chewed these eight words twice and asked tentatively: "How many of these people... will they end up with? What will happen?”
Huijue still smiled but didn't answer.
Yuan Zhaoze spoke: "No less than ten thousand, the more the better."
"As for the ending..."
He said softly: "I Those who are interested in the Buddha can take refuge in my Buddha. If I, the Buddha, do not care about them for the time being, they can go to the north and south of the river to spread my kindness."
Xianghong seemed to realize something, and her eyes narrowed slightly.
After thinking for a long time, she said softly: "The war in the north has been intensified recently. The northern barbarians lost their little prince and went crazy. They divided their troops into guerrillas and killed and plundered towns in northern Xinjiang regardless of casualties. As a result, there have been many refugees going south recently..."
Speaking of this, she raised her head and asked: "Is it feasible for those refugees?"
Hui Jue smiled slightly: "Not feasible."
"Why? "Xianghong was startled.
"There is a Northern Xinjiang Army in the Northern Xinjiang." Huijue said calmly: "No matter how crazy the Northern Yi is, it is just a moment of bravery. Marshal Hong will soon calm down the war. The north is now also highly concerned by the imperial court. If If you attack refugees, you will be exposed immediately.”
Xiang Hong frowned: "Then..."
"Refugees are a good choice."
Hui Jue said: "It's just that you don't have to choose northern Xinjiang refugees."
Xiang Hong was startled again: "But now that the weather in Dayan is good and the singing and dancing are peaceful, where are the refugees?"
Before Huijue spoke, Yuanzhao said leisurely: "If we need it, we can have it."< br>
"Is it possible?" Xianghong finally understood.
After her face changed slightly, she took a deep breath and her tone became admiring: "No wonder the master respects the master so much... The little lady understands, and will make arrangements."
" Well."
Huijue nodded with satisfaction: "This must be done as soon as possible."
......
On Langhuan Mountain, there is a view of Wuwei.
In a small room, Qingsongzi leisurely crossed his legs, boiled hot tea, and hummed an extremely unpleasant ditty.
The top of the mountain, which has been covered with heavy snow all year round, looks like the capital city in the distance today, with only light snow falling.
There was a chessboard in front of him. The chessboard was filled with chess pieces in black and white. But he did not play chess. Instead, he held the tea cup and sipped hot tea while watching the chess situation that was already a foregone conclusion.
If Fu Qingzhou were here and saw this chess game, he would definitely jump up in shock.
Because... this is exactly the game he played with Yuan Xiang in Jin Chan Temple!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Qing Songzi tutted: "This kid, to be able to play chess like this, must have moved the piece of Xuanxing Shente."
As he spoke, he took a sip of tea and said to himself: "This kid has only been down the mountain for half a year, and he has already reached the seventh realm. His speed is really fast... Do you want to think of some way to suppress him? ?”
At this moment, the chessboard in front of him suddenly trembled.
Qing Songzi was startled, his brows twitched, and he suddenly stretched out a finger and pressed it on the position where there was no move, holding down the chessboard.
"Ning Baimei, is that you?!"
He asked sternly into the empty air around him: "I tell you, come as soon as you come, don't pretend to be a ghost!"
But at this moment, a white chess piece suddenly floated out of the chess basket not far away and landed on an empty position on the chessboard.
Qingsongzi's eyes widened.
“It’s not very particular about the last drop of the black man~”
A lazy and leisurely voice sounded in the surrounding void: “Look, isn’t the white man turning the tables now?”< br>
The voice sounded like that of a man, he must be quite young.
Qingsongzi was shocked!
"You're not Ning Baimei!"
His eyes widened: "Who are you!"
"Hey, this is your territory, you're not afraid of me, are you?" The voice laughed and said: "Don't be nervous, I'm just here to give you a heads up."
Qing Songzi slowly put down the tea cup in his hand.
He squinted his eyes, stood up, and glanced around with awe-inspiring eyes.
In an instant, all the snow on Langhuan Mountain was frozen in mid-air.
Not only the snow... everything, including time, seems to be frozen.
The grass plants swaying in the wind in the medicinal fields, the sleeping cows and sheep in the livestock pens, and even the clouds and mist floating over the mountain top are all frozen and motionless, turning into dead objects in the painting. generally.
So, a figure also appeared in front of the chessboard.
But the figure was not clear. It was like a shadow reflected in the water, blurry and swaying in the ripples, making it difficult to see its true face.
Qingsongzi's expression changed again, and he slowly stretched out his hand, trying to explore the shadow.
But at this time, the previous voice sounded again.
“Don’t try, there’s really no need.”
“After Long Dabei’s death, the only people left who can let me take a serious look at it are you... I don’t want to accidentally kill you.”
Hearing this, Qing Songzi’s expression became more serious, and his ugly face unexpectedly took on a calm and solemn air.
But...
The next second, his expression suddenly changed, a flattering smile appeared on his face, he nodded and bowed and said: "Oh, what you said, we didn't know there were people like you in the world. Where is the number one person? As long as you are here, Ning Baimeilong and Dabei are nothing! Whatever you want, brother, just say it!"
As he spoke, the power that froze the entire Langhuan Mountain suddenly disappeared. Everything returned to normal, and light snow continued to fall.
The figure in front of the chessboard also disappeared.
“I said, I have no other meaning.”
The voice chuckled: "I'm just here to remind you - don't interfere too much in Fu Qingzhou's affairs. Heaven and earth have their own numbers. You don't really understand the destiny. If you interfere forcefully, you might end up messing things up." Is it broken?”
“Oh?”
Qing Songzi still looked flattering: “In your opinion, what should I do?”
“Don’t worry. Him." The voice said leisurely: "Don't help him either."
Qingsongzi's eyes rolled around.
Before he could speak, the voice said again: "I know what you want to say. It doesn't need to be said. It's not important. You also know why I said this to you - don't worry, I am just a wanderer in this world. When I see someone who is destined to be with me, I will try my best to help him even if he is wrong; if he is someone who is not destined to be with me, even if he can save all sentient beings in the world, what does it have to do with me? I really like this guy."
Qingsongzi raised his eyebrows: "Oh, my nephew, has he met you before?"
"Hey, don't ask."
The voice smiled again: "I have said too much today, that's it~"
The last word "ha" was dragged out extremely long, and the voice became smaller and weaker. , until it disappears.
The flattering smile on Qing Songzi's face quickly disappeared and she quietly let out a "poof".
"In this world now, there is no way for the state of selfless gods to be born, nor can it tolerate the state of selfless gods."
He murmured to himself: "It was probably a person who lived thousands of years ago. A magic weapon that has survived to this day? What kind of sword spirit, sword soul, etc.? You still pretend to be a ghost, bah."
But after all, he kept his voice very low. I can hear it myself.
After that, he sat back, picked up the tea cup and put it to his mouth.
"Ah!"
After drinking it, he frowned and vomited it all out: "Damn it, I burned the Taoist to death!"
(End of this chapter)
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