Chapter 157: Printed in a Dream (4000 words)
Zuo Chen lowered his head and glanced at the monk.
Not the Smiling Buddha.
Although he is also a fat monk, and although he also has a smile on his face, his appearance is completely different from that of the Smiling Buddha.
There is this person on the list given by Tang Qi. He is the capable general of the Smiling Buddha, with the Buddhist name Baozhai.
What was standing in front of Zuo Chen now was not even Baozhai's physical body.
It is neither a paper man nor a wood carving. It is indeed flesh and blood, but it is made of pork.
Looking like a walking pig.
Although it was a pity, Zuo Chen also knew that Xiao Huanxi's Zuo Changqing would not show up so easily.
Tang Qi is a special case.
Pork Baozhai looked up at Zuo Chen, who was falling in mid-air. The sunlight was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes. The smile that had been hanging on his face was obviously much stiffer:
"Floating in the clouds, bowing his head. Shi Shihuan. I have long heard that you, Master Zuo, live a free and easy life. When I see you today, you are indeed worthy of your reputation. You are quite good at talking." Zuo Chen said slowly. Falling to the ground, he raised his left hand, and a hemispherical cover appeared in the palm of his hand. Thunder light jumped and flickered in it, making people unable to open their eyes:
"Don't try it. Tang Qi used it before. After the possession spell escaped once, I studied the method to deal with it. Now I have laid a mine net around me. You can't escape from this dream."
宝. The small monk's head on Zhai's forehead retracted into his body, and he could only smile twice:
"What a skill. Not only can you tell at a glance that this is not my real body, but you can also tell that I am using the art of residual dream. You are not unfair at all if you hold Qingqing in your hands."
Baozhai What is being used now is a doorway on the Ten Thousand Magic List, known as the fragmentary scroll of Huangliang Yimeng, named Canmeng. Just by meditating, you can control your body in dreams and travel thousands of miles.
The only problem with this method is that the person controlled by him has no cultivation ability. Let alone being caught by Zuo Chen, even a few yamen experts can capture him.
But Baozhai also has treasures for protecting yourself.
I raised my palms upward and touched the collar of my clothes with all my strength.
But as soon as he put his hands on his clothes, he suddenly felt a strong electric touch coming from his fingertips.
The force was so frightening that Baozhai's wrist flew away in an instant.
Looking down:
The hand that was in his arms had completely disappeared, and the entire broken limb of the arm was emitting a faint smell of burning.
Looking at his chest again, he found that a huge hole had been burned there, with light coming from behind.
Zuo Chen didn't know when a small bottle made of white jade appeared in his hand. As he moved it, the sound of running water could be heard.
"It's interesting, the water of the sea of suffering is freely released, but what holds the sea of suffering is a treasure of merit. I was worried about where to put the sea of suffering, but you should bring the treasure up."< br>
Baozhai's face turned green and purple, purple and red, and fire was about to spurt out of his ears. But after thinking about the strength gap between himself and Zuo Chen, he could only mutter:
"It's a pity for my good baby."
He lowered his head and glanced at the punched chest: "My pork body was beaten like this, so I should die," he said Chief, why do you want to keep me alive?”
"Of course I have something to ask you." Zuo Chen turned over and put away the white jade bottle.
As if seeing that he couldn't run away, Baozhai simply found a stone by the river and sat on it.
Adjust your emotions:
"Taoist priest, you should be able to see that this is my fake body. Even if you destroy my fake body here, I really At most, the body will only suffer some injuries. After all, when traveling in the world, you have to have some backup.
"I took over the mission of Buddha some time ago, and I knew that I couldn't wander around. You are so capable, even You Changqing died under your hands. If I meet you, I won’t get any benefits at all, and I will most likely lose my head. I just didn’t expect you to come so fast. You are worthy of your reputation. A capable person. ”
He paused again, as if he didn't understand: "How did you find me? I didn't show up in front of you either? It's not like You Changqing at that time ran to you and jumped in front of you."
"What you do will leave traces." Zuo Chen was also kind and sat directly next to Baozhai.
If you pass by on this road, you will see a Taoist priest and a monk sitting sideways on a boulder, talking and laughing like friends.
However, a hole as big as a bowl had been opened in the monk's chest, and his face was pale.
It looks very much like a dying person.
"I know I might be caught, so I don't have much memory in this body. Of course, if you want to get it, you have to get it yourself."
Baozhai finally revealed his words: "Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water." "Looks like.
Zuo Chen naturally knew what Baozhai was planning.
This guy has a body made of pork that is not connected to the real body. It is impossible to get questions out of him using ordinary punishment methods.
Before going to the Great Jungle, Zuo Chen, who was not good at soul torture, really had nothing to do with this dead pig sludge.
But now...
Zuo Chen turned his hand over, and a lotus flower grew out of it.
The lotus looked like it had just been picked out of the water, but now it looked clean and translucent, with even a faint golden light surrounding it.
Baozhai's two eyeballs floated directly towards the lotus.
He can see that this is a top-notch treasure! If placed in the current beam, it would be enough for a large number of peerless masters to break their heads! Risk your life!
But it was full of merits, and it didn't look like a soul-torture treasure. He just looked at Zuo Chen in confusion, not knowing what recipe he was going to use.
Zuo Chen didn't give him any explanation, and directly pushed the lotus in his hand towards Baozhai.
The next moment, the lotus flower flew up and landed on Baozhai's head.
As the lotus turned, Baozhai felt as if there was a kaleidoscope in front of his eyes, and all kinds of colorful colors exploded from his pupils, seeming to tear apart the soul in his body.
The strong feeling of dizziness passed by in a flash, and an indescribable feeling of nausea also surged into his heart. When Baozhai came to his senses again, Zuo Chen had already received the lotus flower in his hand.
Baozhai retched twice before frowning.
What kind of magical power is this?
Zuo Chen gently held his hand, and a small figure appeared above the lotus.
That is a little monk, with kind-faced eyes and a little fat.
When Baozhai saw the young monk, he felt that the child looked familiar. After thinking for a moment, a look of horror finally appeared on his face.
This is himself as a child!
Is this method a bit too scary? !
The little monk among the lotus opened his eyes dimly, looked around, and looked at Zuo Chen.
Then he made a Buddhist salute to Zuo Chen and recited: "Amitabha."
"Hello, little master." Zuo Chen said.
"Taoist Master, the evil monk next to you has gone astray and has countless lives on his hands. The young monk is hidden in his heart and spends every day, almost invisible. If he is released by you today, this thief's plans and plans will be fully understood by you. "Speak."
The young monk's tone was sincere and his words were sincere. When he heard what he said, Baozhai finally realized:
This little thing is his kind thought!
There are two kinds of life, good and evil. It is impossible for a person to be completely free of evil thoughts, and it is impossible to be completely free of good thoughts.
Or it may be an occasional thought, or a feeling of compassion after a certain murder. Even a wild monk like Baozhai, who claims that "Buddha is not compassionate, and his angry eyes are Shura", will occasionally feel... When you are good, throw two coins to a beggar who has no food to eat.
Zuo Chen actually brought up this idea!
At this moment, Baozhai has lost the ability to control his body and cannot even stop it. He can only watch the little monk speak and tell Baozhai's plan:
"Then The monk carries a small bottle of evil water with him, intending to go all the way north to give trouble to the soldiers in the northern fortress, so that the northern fortress will be in chaos from within. In this way, King Wei's army will be weakened, and King Jingzhou Chang's retainers will be weakened. He will also take this opportunity to enter Youzhou and seize the power of Youzhou."
Hearing this, Zuo Chen frowned slightly:
"Xiao Huanxi is from Prince Chang?"
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"The little monk doesn't have this memory in his mind, so I dare not draw any conclusions." "...In addition to Baozhai, are there other little joys coming to Youzhou?"
" There are a few others who are also monks, but their faces and names have been erased. The young monk really can’t remember them.”
He nodded clearly.
On the list given by Tang Qiu, there are only a few monks whose names are related to the Smiling Buddha. They should all be dispatched this time.
After chatting with the young monk in the lotus for a while and confirming some details, Zuo Chen said "Thank you" and then pushed the young monk away.
At this moment, Baozhai finally lost the calm dead pig look he had before. His face was filled with discomfort. He wanted to curse but didn't dare. He wanted to vent loudly but couldn't. He was holding his breath very hard. , I could only pretend to be cultivated and said:
"A powerful treasure, a powerful ability. If I read it correctly, this is the treasure of our Buddhism."
"You? You are at best a descendant of Mara. I have seen real Bodhisattvas and Buddha bodies. Compared with them, you are really...not as good as the dog shit on the roadside."
" Shit? Taoist priest, I am a serious disciple of Buddhism.”
Baozhai seemed to have nothing to say, so he simply said to Zuo Chen:
"Taoist Master, you have asked me all these things in my mind. What do you want to do next? Roast pork?" ”
Zuo Chen stared at Baozhai.
For some reason, Baozhai suddenly became alert, as if he was being targeted by a flood beast.
"I know what you are thinking. You think I can't kill you. You are right. I can see that your body is probably in the southeast, but it is too far away from Youzhou. I The sky thunder cannot hit it, nor can it hit accurately, but..."
Baozhai clearly saw that Zuo Chen took out a talisman from his arms. On top of the talisman, there were four characters "Great Disaster, All Danger" written in red cinnabar.
From his eyes, the top of the talisman was emitting thick black energy, as gloomy as smoke.
There was also a playful smile on Zuo Chen's face:
"Don't worry, I deliberately controlled some strength. You won't die for a long time. Don’t even think about moving.”
Baozhai’s face turned pale.
Scared.
He suddenly found that he could not move. He could only watch Zuo Chen walk to him with a smile, raise his hand to pick up the talisman, and put it on his forehead.
It was also posted on Can Meng, who was carrying this pork body.
......
There is a large temple in Kyoto called Anle. It is a Buddhist sect with great popularity today. It only accepts people with high merits and deeds to eliminate disasters and gain blessings for Daliang, and is respected by everyone.
The temple is huge, and there is a side courtyard in it. There is an elegant small room in the courtyard. At first glance, it is prepared for the eminent monk.
In this small room, there was a fat monk sitting cross-legged and meditating, sleeping soundly, snoring, and seemed to be dreaming.
Beside him, there was a little monk holding a broom very quietly, fearing that there would be too much noise and wake up his uncle.
My uncle has great merits and virtues, is a well-known good Buddha, and is proficient in Buddhist theory. The young monk can only look up.
The only thing that made the young monk feel a little strange was that Uncle Master always liked to sleep. After reciting sutras every day, he would find a futon, curl up half of his body and fall asleep.
Maybe this is a strange habit of experts.
Just as the little monk finished sweeping the last bluestone tile in the bedroom and was about to leave the room, he suddenly heard a shrill scream from behind:
“Ah! "
Turning around, I found that the highly respected monk seemed to have been hit hard by something in his dream, and he fell backwards to the ground.
"Uncle Master? What's wrong with you?!"
The little monk was startled, and instinctively wanted to come up and help his uncle up.
As soon as he put his hands on his uncle's arm and pulled it upward, he heard a click.
He actually broke his uncle’s arm alive!
The little monk was so frightened that he dropped the broom in his hand and took several steps back. He didn't pay attention and bumped into the bookshelf behind him.
The vase placed on the top of the bookshelf spun twice, then fell down along the bookshelf, and hit the fat monk on the forehead.
The fat monk, an innate master, didn't know why, but he didn't react and was hit in the head by the vase!
I heard a clang!
The vase did not break Bang Gang's face, but the fragments fell into the fat monk's eyes impartially. Two lines of blood and tears suddenly appeared from the corners of his eyes, and his screams shook half of the temple. .
The young monk did not dare to stay in the house at all. He ran out along the small courtyard as if he was dying, shouting as he ran:
"Uncle Baozhai has hit the evil spirit." It’s crazy!”
After running away, Baozhai was the only one left in the whole room.
After Baozhai screamed for a while, he lost his strength and lay on the ground, as if waiting to die.
My eyes were full of blood, and I seemed to see that the original lucky star above my head was covered with a thick layer of dust.
“This is my destiny.”
Muttered to himself as tears of blood flowed down his face.
He knew very well that the rest of his life might not be easy.
......
After waiting for about half a stick of incense, Zuo Chen suddenly fell from mid-air and landed steadily on the bluestone.
"Taoist Priest." Caiyi trotted all the way to Zuo Chen. He looked around, but couldn't find the shadow of the monk, so he tilted his head in confusion:
"Didn't you find it? ”
"Found it." Zuo Chen said with a smile: "The weather is good today, so I ruined a thief."
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(End of this chapter)