manynovel Chapter 249: Inside and outside the mountains
Chapter 249: Inside and outside the mountains
Up to now, the situation on the field has become a tripartite situation, with Pingxi Palace, Sidtan Temple, and Kagyu Sect each occupying one.
Among them, the Prince of Pingxi regards the Sittan Temple as the nail planted by the Dali Mu family on Jizu Mountain. The Kagyu Sect has always wanted to remove this hidden stake in Buddhism in Han Dynasty. Therefore, the Sittan Temple is naturally in a disadvantageous situation.
Fortunately, the strength of the tripod also has its benefits. For example, if there is a slight difference in the number of people, it can often sway the situation. If Sidtan Temple wants to win the deadlock and survive until the end, it must work hard to change its current disadvantage.
Abbot Hongbian was seen standing calmly in the middle, regardless of the surprise of others. His expression and voice sounded like he was lobbying for an edict, but also sounded like he was making a statement. At the moment, he actually lowered his posture very low, as if he was just asking for help. Pingxi Prince's Mansion should give him justice?
This can't help but make everyone suspicious. Such an attitude is normal in normal times, but now it is extremely puzzling——
You know, this is the first active counterattack made by the monks of Sidtan Temple since the beginning. Is this it?
Referring to the offensives of the two foreign parties, the rhetoric of the Prince of Pingxi is urgent and dangerous, and the attitude of the Kagyu monks is both intimidating and intimidating. We have already seen that why Abbot Hongbian is still pretending to be a gentleman here? Is it possible? When death is imminent, do you still want to follow the same path as Duke Wen of the Song Dynasty?
Wu Zhimao was naturally more suspicious, but he was worried about more than that. Today he made up his mind that as long as he was not persuaded, no matter how clever Abbot Hongbian was, it would not help in the end, so he nodded and signaled Yes.
"Thank you, Mr. Wu."
Abbot Hongbian received permission and turned around slowly. Among the monks in Xitan Temple, there was an old monk, holding a bamboo stick and stepping forward. His white hair and pale face were particularly eye-catching, and he looked better than the sitting monk. Everyone must be older.
On weekdays, when Abbot Hongbian goes out, he always orders the oldest Zen Master among the monks to accompany him. Therefore, it was not until the old monk walked out of the crowd that someone among the monks in Sidtan Temple quietly raised their suspicions and realized that this person was not The old Zen master I was familiar with in the past.
"Amitabha, the old monk calls himself Qingzhu. He became a monk at Chongshan Temple in Nanning. I have met Mr. Wu."
This old monk came out quietly. He was the elder Qingzhu who had entered the mountain side by side with Jiang Wen and others. When he saw that Anren, Pinzhao and others were safe and sound, and that Luo Shuang'er and Luo Shuang'er were also successfully rescued, he smiled with a smile on his face.
Wu Zhimao said coldly: "Monk Qingzhu, what old matters do you want to mention?"
Elder Qingzhu stepped forward and saluted with his hands clasped together, and said in the unique voice of an elderly man.
"To report to Mr. Wu, the old monk once encountered a murder case in Chongshan Temple. His worries have not subsided for many years. Abbot Hongbian took care of him, and he has the opportunity to reveal this matter today."
Wu Zhimao frowned and said impatiently: "The murder case in Nanning should be handled by Li Qifeng, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi. What is the use of you looking for me?"
"Amitabha. The reason why the old monk has been lingering in Jizu Mountain for many years is because this place is most closely involved in the murder case, and only here can one's sins be washed away. Now, since Mr. Wu has been ordered by Prince Pingxi, he has come here. As a director of Jizushan, it is natural that Mr. Wu should administer justice."
Elder Qingzhu's words were flawless, and he also flattered Wu Sangui's dominance over Yunnan in disguise. Faced with such compliments, Wu Zhimao naturally could not and did not dare to shirk his humility, so he could only remain silent.
Elder Qingzhu immediately turned his head and looked around at the people in the room, "Amitabha, the old monk became a monk in the forty-eighth year of Wanli in the pre-Ming Dynasty. Due to his poor talents and insensitive thinking, Gu Houyan stayed in the post of monk at Chongshan Temple in Nanning and spent his free time. At that time, it illuminates the wandering monks in the temple."
"In September of the 10th year of Chongzhen, a layman named Xu Hongzu from Jiangyin came to the temple and knocked on the door. He described himself as haggard and exhausted. He and two servants helped a man to stay there. Donator Xu said that this man was the Jingwen monk of Guoqing Temple in Tiantai Mountain, because he was there. Dongting was in danger and the Xiangjiang River was robbed, so he was seriously injured and needed urgent treatment."
"After careful questioning, I found out that Almsgiver Xu entered Yunnan on the same date and walked with him all the way, but he didn't want to encounter this misfortune. Seeing that his quotations were correct, the old monk took him into the temple to make inquiries, and he tried his best to consult the doctor. . However, I heard that the monk was seriously injured and suffered from dysentery, so that the dirt was all over his body and the room was full of stench. Only the monk Bao Tan was very diligent and could not avoid the dirt and worked day and night. Therefore, Almsgiver Xu was very moved. .”
"Monk Jingwen was ill for a long time and could not recover, so Almsgiver Xu negotiated with the abbot of the temple to temporarily place monk Jingwen here and leave money for daily needs. The abbot immediately agreed, but monk Jingwen insisted on entering Jizu Mountain in central Yunnan. , repeatedly asking for shoes and tea, it was only after donor Xu tried to persuade him to give up, and agreed to stay for a while..."
Elder Qingzhu spoke slowly and mentioned an old incident from more than ten years ago in front of everyone. The details interspersed in it were clearly visible, and there was absolutely no possibility of fabrication.
Master Anren listened to Elder Qingzhu's description and recalled this monk he had never met before.
This monk Jingwen was ordered by the abbot of the Guoqing Temple in Tiantai Mountain to bring the Lotus Sutra, which he had written over twenty years of blood pricking, and vowed to deliver it in person to the seat of Patriarch Kassapa in Jizu Mountain, all the way across the country.
However, shortly after he was placed in Chongshan Temple in Nanning, he suffered serious injuries and died. Because he once told Xu Xiake that "if he cannot reach Jishan with his body, he must reach it with his bones." Therefore, Xu Xiake personally escorted Jingwen's ashes and scriptures to come. At this point, Jingwen's ambition to reach Jizu Mountain was finally realized.
Master Anren has always admired people with such great ambition. Monk Jingwen persisted in perseverance, and even though he failed in the end, he was still a remarkable person in the world; and Xu Xiake's faithfulness in keeping his promise, not fearing dangers, and finally burying his scriptures and remains here were enough to move Master An Ren. .
Thinking of this, Master An Ren couldn't help but turn his head and look at Jiang Wen, who was paralyzed and unconscious, as if he was reminded of his previous topsy-turvy dream.
Master Anren clearly remembered that he jumped off a cliff and died after making a great vow to sacrifice his life. He could still hear the sound of wind in his ears. In a trance, he saw that he was in a pure white and empty world where heaven and earth were mixed. And Jiang Wenzheng was standing in front of him with a helpless look on his face, wearing a crude cassock with a hundred knots on his body. He was muttering something about the fact that your fate is not over yet. You should have come back as you wished. I owe you the great vow of self-sacrifice, which is just right. Return it to you.
Later, the memory became blurry. Master Anren only remembered that Jiang Wen gave him another explanation, telling him that this was what he needed. Anren woke up faintly on Huashou Rock, and the young monk Pinzhao also fell into a coma on the mountain road not long after. He came over and told the same experience as An Ren...
Wu Zhimao became impatient and interrupted Elder Qingzhu's recollection.
"Monk Qingzhu, I respect your age and agree to continue talking, but you have been talking so much and you haven't seen anything fishy about the murder - Monk Jingwen was clearly dying when he came to your place."
The old elder Qingzhu was exhausted and took a breath for a moment. He didn't answer eloquently until Wu Zhimao, the commander-in-chief of Sichuan, finished speaking.
"Amitabha, no, no, no. On the 23rd day of the ninth month of the tenth year of Chongzhen's reign, Almsgiver Xu went to see the monks quietly and set out. Later, in October, the monks met Almsgiver Xu at Huguan and told him He said, "I heard that I looked back on the twenty-eighth day of the previous month." Almsgiver Xu was so sad that he returned to Nanning overnight. "
Speaking of this, Elder Qingzhu coughed heavily. It seemed that the poisonous miasma in Jizushanyin the day before yesterday was too strong, and his old body could not resist the invasion.
But his old eyes suddenly sharpened as he coughed.
"However, only the old monk knows the truth of this matter..."
"After Almsgiver Xu set out, the old monk felt very unbearable when he saw that Jingwen was thinking very deeply and looking westward every day, so he paid for medicine at his own expense and consulted a famous doctor in Nanning City. He took Qingliu Pills, Wenliu Pills and Sanbai Decoction that day. After taking it three times, the dysentery will stop with the medicine, and the disease will be cured even after listening to the medicine."
"However, on the night of September 23rd, I heard that my appetite was a little better, so I asked for food from the old monk. The old monk gave me two bean cakes and closed his house. Who knew that that night, I heard that the monk was foaming at the mouth. The next day, I heard that the monk was foaming at the mouth. Unexpectedly, his head and feet look like he was pulling a machine, and he died suddenly for a long time."
"The old monk knew something was wrong, so he searched the monks in the temple and found that the monk's treasure sandalwood had a strange shape and unclear speech. He also diligently delivered water to the listening area that day, so that no one could force him to ask for it."
"Who would have thought that when Bao Tan saw the old monk breaking into a car, he would pretend to be a thief and say to me: 'The monk is dead and will be safe tomorrow. How can we find out?" Monk, I hate you! '"
"The old monk thinks that I am a monk and the bean cakes were sent by me. Once the government knows about the arrest of the criminal and the Nanning magistrate is stupid, the old monk and Baotan will be buried together under the three trees. And the abbot of the temple will mediate, so he can only Put this matter aside.”
"Hey, I didn't expect that a single thought would end up being a crime in the old monk's heart, and he would commit many mistakes for it..."
When Wu Zhimao heard this, he suddenly raised his voice and said: "Monk Qingzhu, since you already know the real murderer, isn't it easy to hear this? Tell me quickly where this monk Baotan is. I only need to send a fierce soldier. We can catch him and bring him to justice!”
However, Monk Qingzhu said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, please inform Mr. Wu. Baotan knew that the old monk was very worried about this matter. He left the secular life soon and made a living by buying and selling in the city. Later, Li Chengdong rebelled in Nanning and stayed behind. Chen Bangfu was domineering and powerful Xu Biao was ambitious. The Chen and Xu families massacred each other for some reason and bloodbathed the city of Nanning.
"Bao Tan took advantage of the situation and took the opportunity to join the Chen family. He committed rape, robbery and murder, and dug up graves and houses everywhere. Xu Biao then assembled rural soldiers to capture Nanning and captured Bao Tan at the foot of the deserted mountain in the lower reaches of the Yongjiang River and on the other side of Changtang. If you behead your head and show it to the public, this can be regarded as self-satisfaction and retribution."
Wu Zhimao waved his hand impatiently and scolded Elder Qingzhu: "Ridiculous! Since the real murderer has been executed, why are you, an old monk, talking and being annoying here? Come on, pull him down and throw him away. Get outside the mountain gate!"
Being delayed for such a long time by talking, Sichuan Commander-in-Chief Wu Zhimao was already quite bored. He knew very well the importance of military speed. Even though the cards in his hand were not all the same, he was absolutely sure to kill Xitan in one fell swoop according to Prince Pingxi's order today. Zen monastery, but now that the card of the Kagyu monk sect has been played, it must be effective as soon as possible.
However, at this time, Elder Qingzhu, who was ordered to be expelled, remained calm and turned a blind eye to the wolf-like soldiers rushing forward. He turned around and stated to Wu Zhimao.
"Sir, wait a minute. Although Bao Tan has been executed, the real culprit who murdered Monk Jingwen is someone else, and he is in Fayun Pavilion today!"
The words struck the ground like knives and axes, and the old man Qingzhu changed his old and frail appearance. The stubbornness contained in his eyes for many years was as straight as a volcano erupting. Wherever he looked, everyone looked at each other and started talking.
"The old monk originally invited Mo Qingli, a famous doctor in Nanning, to come for consultation. Doctor Mo could tell at a glance that the dysentery that Monk Jingwen contracted was caused by a small amount of strychnos being sprinkled in the food and drinking water, and the disease became worse over time. , dangerous to cause premature birth. However, Doctor Mo was worried that the thief was around and would harm himself, so he hurriedly left after prescribing the medicine."
"And Monk Baotan was also instructed by others and accepted private bribes, so he secretly administered the poison. Originally, it only took three to five days for the poison to be administered. Monk Jingwen would naturally have died due to the ineffectiveness of the medicine and the lack of it. Even if the yamen had to collect the corpse for examination It was also difficult to detect. But this person did not expect that Bao Tan looked loyal but was actually greedy. His true colors were revealed as soon as the donor Xu walked away. He was so anxious that he could not find the money and clothes he had with him, so he dropped all the nux vomica. Only then was he exposed. flaw!"
Elder Qingzhu's beard stood on end and his forehead tendons were bulging. When he looked indignant, he hit the ground with his bamboo stick and said.
"The old monk also met Dr. Mo again several years later. It was only through his guidance that he realized that there was an evil person behind him. After thinking about it, he set off for Jizu Mountain, eager to tell Xu Hong, the master, to be more careful. However, after arriving at Jizu Mountain, Hong The abbot of the defense said that the benefactor Xu passed away suddenly in the first month of the fourteenth year of Chongzhen because he was physically and mentally exhausted."
"The old monk has committed many sins over the years, and he wants to repent. Even if he dies today, he must reveal the real culprit to the public, in order to appease Almsgiver Xu and Monk Jingwen's spirit in heaven, and to bring justice to the world!"
After saying this, he waved his bamboo stick and pointed it directly at Khenpo Lama, who was at the top of the Kagyu Sect, and shouted angrily in a deep voice.
"The matter has come to this, and you still refuse to admit your guilt!?"
Being identified in this way in front of everyone, everyone in the audience was shocked, and even the Kagyu monks were talking about it.
The leading Praise and Protector Lama was seen frowning, looking thoughtful. Only the extremely ugly Khenpo Lama looked as usual, suddenly stopped the prayer wheel in his hand, and said calmly.
"Qingzhu, as a monk, you actually framed me and accused me. How many benefits did Xitan Temple give you, so that you don't even want to face me?"
After a moment of surprise and confusion, everyone gradually calmed down. The current situation seemed to be just two sides throwing dirty water at each other. It seemed that the solution for the Sittan Temple was to find ways to unseat the current leader of the Kagyu Sect. .
But this move is too clumsy.
Khenpo Lama looks very old and has deformed bones. How could he, an old lama from the land of Kham and Tibet, murder a monk who lives in Guangdong and Guangxi?
Furthermore, even if they have 100% evidence in their hands, it is the people from Pingxi Palace who are deciding the case and the injustice. As long as Wu Zhimao pretends to be stupid and mixes up this old incident, even if there is Tongtian Temple in Xitan Temple, His ability is nothing but useless work.
However, at this moment, Master Anren's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had guessed what they wanted to say, and Abbot Hongbian also took the initiative to stand up and spoke loudly.
"Even now, you still want to deny it. You can tell yourself whether your true identity is the Khenpo Lama of the Kagyu Sect, or Gu Xing, the escaped slave of Benefactor Xu!"
Master Anren was shaken all over and looked at Khenpo Lama in astonishment as he slowly stood up.
He was wearing a bright yellow monk's hat, his head was covered with lumps and odd-colored spots, his lips were turned outwards, and there was a huge tumor on his neck, the shape of which was almost invisible, causing his head to tilt abnormally. On one side, he was sitting cross-legged and although his feet were sound, the knuckles of his hands were twisted like chicken claws, making him look so ugly that it was almost nauseating.
But beneath these deformed and distorted looks, there is a pair of eyes that Anren was once very familiar with. It's just that these eyes, which were filled with delirium brought about by illness and despair, are now filled with forbearance and silence that ordinary people cannot see.
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Many years ago, Master Anren and his senior brother Hongbian were ordered to go to Jingguang Temple to greet Xu Xiake. But that day when they were in the woodshed, they saw dormant bulges hidden on the bed. They were slowly squirming with their torsos. They couldn't tell where the chest or the back was. It seemed that there were occasionally a few irregular flesh bulges. emerge.
The frightened monks of Jingguang Temple were silent and could not avoid it. They could only pile up many quilts in vain in fear and uneasiness, in order to restrain the birth of some ominous things.
Until now, Master Anren still remembers clearly that the person covered between the quilts on the bed was not Xu Xiake, but the owner of the familiar eyes in front of him. At that time, his body had long lost the "human" outline, leaving only a mass of rotten mold growing quietly, which could break through the "seal" at any time...
"As expected, it's you, fugitive slave Gu Xing!"
Master An Ren pointed his halberd and glared angrily, "Back then you went up the mountain with Xu Hongzu's benefactor, but you defrauded the key and opened the box, stolen money, manuscripts, and many things and escaped down the mountain. Among the things that can be counted are twelve taels of black incense and white coins, and four taels of gold. . Later, Almsgiver Xu became extremely worried, his legs were broken, and he passed away after returning home!"
After so many years, I didn't expect that Gu Xing, who was plagued by the horrible miasma at the time, had changed into an extremely ugly and terrifying appearance. He also put on a monk's robe and pretended to be a lama. For a while, no one in Jizu Mountain noticed it.
But the Khenpo Lama who was being targeted by thousands of people just watched intently, turning a deaf ear to the heated discussions of the monks in Sidan Temple. He sneered and said nothing, and his eyes glanced at Wu Zhimao, the commander-in-chief of Sichuan.
"Ahem, everyone, be quiet for now. According to Abbot Hongbian, this Khenpo Lama of the Kagyu Sect is a runaway slave from Xu Hong's family in Jiangyin. He stole gold and left, and he will be punished according to the punishment system. If the crime is found out, If you add one more level, the master will kill you without mercy..."
During the Ming Dynasty, slave keeping became common. During the Hongzhi period, "the royal palace combined with the royal family's guest house, and the number of slaves and family members raised may be more than ten times that of the old system." And there was no protection for their personal rights. One vassal king The subordinates beat six domestic slaves to death, and the punishment was only the loss of two years' salary.
If a slave accuses his master, or even beats or hurts his master, he will be severely punished. For example, a slave who steals gold and rebels against his master will be beaten with forty sticks or even killed immediately.
Wu Zhimao rolled his eyes slightly and thought about it for a moment, then he understood how to deal with this matter, "But this person is related to Kangzang's side affairs. Even if you say it with certainty, I can't just believe one side of the story. Otherwise, mistakes will be added to mistakes, and there is a magic weapon ahead." The matter with the Dharma King is still unresolved, and later the Khenpo Lama was imprisoned, and I cannot explain to the prince..."
Now discerning people can see that the Sittan Monastery wants to expose the Khenpo Lama to make the Kagyu Sect self-defeating, thereby alleviating external pressure.
But at this point, Wu Zhimao's intention to stand aside has become very obvious. As long as he relies on the excuse of "side affairs are too big", he can bully the Sidtan Monastery, retreat to exonerate the Kagyu Sect, and completely put these things to bed. Things were mixed up, so that Abbot Hongbian's efforts were in vain.
But when Abbot Hongbian heard the refutation, he calmly asked Wu Zhimao.
"General Wu, do you mean it's a side matter or a criminal matter?"
Wu Zhimao replied solemnly: "Nowadays, foreign enemies are eager and quarreling. If the prince comes to Yunnan to fight against thieves, it is naturally a side matter."
Abbot Hongbian showed a relieved expression.
"Then if this matter has nothing to do with side affairs, it can be punished criminally - what the old monk said is true, right?"
Wu Zhimao nodded, still looking as if he was letting you have your fill of flowers and the breeze blowing on his face.
"Amitabha, then the old monk knows what to do..."
Previously, there were young monks wandering around outside Fayun Pavilion, but they did not dare to go in due to the tense situation. Abbot Hongbian's face was as dark as water at this time, he clapped his hands, and unexpectedly there were several people coming from outside Fayun Pavilion. Step in.
These people were all wearing their thick outer robes. The first two were tall and agile, with eyes full of scrutiny and alertness, like a group of prisoners who had escaped from prison and dared not see anyone. Their clothes were very different from the style of the Central Plains. The monk had a unique face, and he was obviously from some ethnic group.
"Brother Sige, brother Lamu, haven't you always been on duty at the Mu family to carry arrows? Why are you all here today!"
As Pinzhao screamed in surprise, everyone realized that the person they came to was actually a personal guard of the Mu family, the chieftain of Lijiang. However, the head of the Mu family was detained by Wu Sangui on the charge of treason, and the entire Mu mansion was heavily guarded by troops - now Mu family The family itself is already in danger, so what kind of madness did Abbot Hongbian of Xitan Temple have to get into trouble again? Is it possible that he went to the doctor in a hurry because he was ill, and he didn't have to worry about the debt?
"Acuolin! Our ancestors bless you. Just hope you are fine..."
The two guards of the Mu family bowed respectfully to Pinzhao. They seemed to be quite relieved that he was safe and sound, but they did not say any more greetings at this time. "Today, we two brothers were actually ordered to escort important people here." Hongbian The abbot was like the mottled old tree in the garden. Under the carvings of countless annual rings, he had become accustomed to the dangerous winds and rains in the world. He turned to Wu Zhimao and asked solemnly.
"General Wu, I can swear to God today that Sidtan Temple has never killed the Dharma King Miaobao - if you don't believe it, just ask the eminent monks of the Kagyu Sect!"
The man among the Mu family's guards finally took off his heavy cloak at this time, revealing a gentle, white-faced and beardless appearance. His fingers for undressing his robe were slender and slender. He looked like a pampered literati, with only the corners of his eyes and The traces of the passage of time can only be seen in the dense fine lines of the palm.
But the next moment, facing this unimpressive scholar, someone from the Kagyu monk sect actually let out an extremely fierce shout. Even if they saw the sky falling apart, these lamas should not be so shocked and lose their composure!
I saw the gray-haired protector of Zanshan standing up suddenly, stepping on the monk's robe on the floor, and even tore the luxurious robe to tears. However, he had no time to care about it, and he suddenly fell to the ground with trembling hands. , the blue brick ground suddenly shook, and even blood spurted out!
"Old Pharaoh! You...why are you here!!"
The Dharma Protector Lama on the right also had tears in his eyes, and fell to the ground immediately after him. His cry shocked the Fayun Pavilion. However, the young lamas accompanying him were all stunned in place, completely unaware of where the two great lamas were. What to be excited about.
What deserves special attention is that among the people in the Kagyu sect who are equally indifferent and even look a little gloomy, there is Khenpo Lama.
They remembered that the old Red Riding Hood Dharma King had died suddenly a few years ago, and then the 11th Dharma King Yunden Qiangpa came to the throne. The old Dharma King had a fat body and tiger-like features, which was completely different from the person in front of them - —
And even if the person in front of you is the reincarnation of the old Dharma King who has made his wish to return, it is impossible for him to turn into an old man who is nearly 70 years old in a few years, right?
"Old Dharma King... weren't you declared dead by the Red Hat Dharma King in the eleventh year of the Water Horse..."
The protector lama burst into tears and tightly hugged the trouser legs of the old man in front of him, who was not even as old as him. The old man rubbed his top with his hands, and spoke warmly to the two lamas, the protector and the praiser, as if he were prophesying before the Buddha.
"Tenzin, Suolang, long time no see. That year Gushi Khan led his troops to invade and suddenly arrested me for questioning. Fortunately, a protective lama came to take his place, so I was able to escape. After five years of exile, I hid in Lijiang In the residence of Chieftain Mu, I have been cared for for many years."
Old stories were told. The old Dharma King told his old followers how he had lived in seclusion to promote Dharma and traveled to Yunnan these years. Other people in the Kagyu Sect gradually understood the identity of the old man. He turned out to be the tenth incarnation who passed away eighteen years ago. Dharma King Miaobao, Choying Dorje!
As the lamas knelt down and chanted, Wu Zhimao felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his hands were paralyzed and unable to move!
What a Lijiang Mu family, who dared to hide the 10th Dharma King in the palace for so many years without permission, and endured it until now before playing his bright card and giving the Pingxi Palace a head-on blow!
No wonder Monk Hongbian dared to be so sure and confident. It turned out that all the previous attempts were to raise doubts and delay time, just to expose more flaws of the Kagyu Sect!
What side matters are more important? ! What kind of life is at stake? !
As long as the 10th Dharma King is still alive, there is no reincarnation of the 11th Dharma King. Then the person who died on Jizu Mountain is just an unknown fake. He Wu Zhimao wants to The plan to foment opposition between the two sides is now of no use at all!
What is even more troublesome is Khenpo Lama.
Wu Zhimao had secretly discussed and made an agreement with him before, all for the purpose of jointly dealing with the Sidan Temple. But just looking at his confused and ignorant look now, one knew that Hongbian's previous accusation that he was Gu Xing, a runaway slave, was really not false -
Otherwise, as the oldest member of the Kagyu Sect, how could he not know the 10th Dharma King, and how could the 10th Dharma King treat him coldly?
Seeing that he had bet on the wrong treasure, Wu Zhimao suddenly felt on pins and needles.
With the emergence of the tenth Dharma King to regain control of the overall situation, the Kagyu Monk Sect instantly became a natural ally of the Sidtan Monastery. The offensive and defensive momentum was unexpectedly reversed under the calm plan of Abbot Hongbian!
"Reporting to His Holiness, this Khenpo Lama has ulterior motives. We have seen him plotting with others late at night and acting strangely. The provocation to Jizu Mountain this time was also due to his plan!"
In front of everyone, Lama Zanshan told everything he knew to the Tenth Mystical Treasure Dharma King. The Mu family guards carried swords at their sides, and they were on guard to prevent anyone from rising up and causing chaos. Wu Zhimao was horrified when he saw it, for fear that the other party would know about his secret conversation with Khenpo Lama!
They had secretly discussed Hong Chengchou's plan to support the invaders. At that time, the Kagyu monks would provoke border provocations, and the Pingxi Palace would send people to resist. Both parties would use deceit to share the wealth.
If he is accused of colluding with Kang Zang, Wu Zhimao will not only be unable to take up the post of Sichuan Army Commander, but his head may also be lost first!
At this time, Khenpo Lama let out a shocking laugh and looked at Wu Zhimao with threatening eyes.
The Dharma Protector Lama suddenly remembered that Khenpo Lama suddenly sent out all his lama disciples this morning, resulting in the smallest number of Kagyu monks present today. He suddenly felt that the situation was not good and asked quickly.
"Kenpo! What on earth do you want to do! We, the Kagyu sect, are only following the orders of the Dharma King, so we must not act recklessly!"
Khenpo Lama fell into the situation of being betrayed and separated from his relatives, and he seemed to be alone. However, at this time, he behaved particularly calmly, with a sneer on his ugly appearance.
"Hongbian! You may have won the legal debate today, but the one who wins in the end must be me!"
As it was noon that day, noisy noises gradually began to sound in the Xitan Temple. Outside the Fayun Pavilion, monks kept running and shouting to each other, shouting in unison that there was a fire in the temple.
Looking out from the window lattice of Fayun Pavilion, I saw thick smoke billowing from the large-scale Sidtan Temple. Even in broad daylight, the fire could not block the dazzling color. Fire explosions and pillars collapsed came from all directions. The sound of folding.
The monks in Sidtan Temple were filled with jealousy. They remembered that Jizu Mountain had been repeatedly attacked by earth dragons some time ago. Many houses collapsed and were damaged and were in urgent need of repair. The Kagyu Sect claimed to show goodwill and had also sent lamas to help.
Now it seems that this is simply a conspiracy, just to take the opportunity to hide ignition fuel and other items in it, waiting for today's burning of the temple!
In order to pray for Master Anren these days, Abbot Hongbian gathered monks to recite the Avatamsaka Sutra day and night, which led to the lack of defense in the Sidan Temple, which led to the disaster of today's young people taking advantage of the fire.
Khenpo Lama was smiling unbridled at this time. The hatred he had harbored for so many years finally stopped trying to hide it. He was like a poisonous snake spitting out juice, hoping to taint every enemy.
However, Abbot Hongbian stood there with a compassionate look on his face, took out an extremely old letter from his arms, and threw it in front of the Khenpo Lama.
"Amitabha, when you stole your property and left, we planned to send people to chase you and report it to the envoy at Dali Weidu, but Donor Xu came forward to dissuade me."
"The later donor Xu traveled alone from Jizu to the west of Yumen Pass for thousands of miles, to the Kunlun Mountains, to the sea of poor stars, and to the Dharma King Xifancan Miaobao."
"After returning, Almsgiver Xu was disabled and exhausted. He told the old monk that you would come back here one day, and then he would give this letter to you."
Khenpo Lama picked up the letter from the ground, looked at the withered ink on the envelope, stared at the four big words "Book with Gu Pu" on it, his crooked and protruding eyes almost bled, and then he roared three times. , with a crazy look on his face, he tore the letter into several pieces and still flew up into the sky.
Shredded paper fell like flowers from the sky, falling in front of my eyes and ears. I could vaguely see the deed of sale written on the rough paper, and a line of bleak and sad fonts: "...I have been away from home for three years, one master and one servant, dependent on each other. Once you abandon me thousands of miles away, how can you bear it..."
"Commander, be careful!"
A sharp shout sounded, and Wu Zhimao was startled.
He originally saw Khenpo Lama showing off his madness, and was already on guard. Now he saw Abbot Hongbian and Khenpo Lama colliding into each other, and the lama was still holding a bright dagger in his hand, which seemed to be pointing at his back. Princess Pingxi stabbed her, and her soul suddenly flew into the sky.
At this moment, there was chaos in the field. As a general, Wu Zhimao never left his body with his sword. At this moment, Huizhi immediately drew his sword from his heart and stabbed Khenpo Lama with great strides——
As long as this ugly lama is killed, no one will know about the conspiracy between them!
The sword was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, when Wu Zhimao stabbed Khenpo Lama with his sword, he realized that the eyes of this crazy man in the eyes of everyone present were also full of astonishment, but he happened to be aged by Abbot Hongbian. He was blocked by his body, and he was still in a trance, and he didn't even have time to ask questions.
Khenpo Lama seemed to open his mouth to say something, and the look he looked at Wu Zhimao changed from shock to anger. This made Wu Zhimao even more frightened, for fear that the other party would kill him when the enemy was in trouble!
At this time, Wu Zhimao had no way to turn back. In order to eliminate all future troubles, Wu Zhimao felt a shiver in his heart and without hesitation, he instantly inserted the waist knife from the Khenpo Lama's waist, stabbed it out from the chest, then changed his hand and stirred the handle of the knife, smashing the internal organs in one breath. I don’t even plan to leave it to Khenpo Lama!
The ugly Khenpo Lama opened his mouth wide, and the severe pain of shattered internal organs seized his mind. The broken alveoli made him try hard to inhale, and only streams of blood foam came out from his mouth. He felt that the world was spinning, and his eyes suddenly flashed. Abbot Hongbian's old face actually used all his strength to point at his nose and say the last words.
"you you……"
Then he collapsed to the ground and could no longer make any sound.
At the last moment before his death, Khenpo Lama was finally freed from this extremely ugly body, and seemed to have once again transformed into the honest and simple Gu Xing, a tenant of the Xu family who made a living by farming.
That year, his family in the south of the Yangtze River encountered a period of famine. After selling his son and wife in exchange for money, he still couldn't pay the Qingmiao Loan, so he had no choice but to sell himself as a servant and follow the eccentric young master of the Xu family in Jiangyin to the far reaches of the world.
Gu Xing gradually recalled the scene when he and the young master stood on the top of Huangshan Mountain.
At that time, the old young man asked him with a smile whether the highest peak in Huangshan Mountain was Tiandu Peak or Lotus Peak. Gu Xing, who was just looking at the gorgeous sunset on the horizon and the plush squirrels on the treetops, did not think about this issue at all.
He remembered that the locals said that Tiandu Peak was the highest peak, so he replied that Tiandu Peak was the highest. But the old man smiled and shook his head and said, wrong, it should be Lotus Peak, a little higher. After finishing speaking, he wrote furiously again. He said he would record the conclusion in his travel notes for future generations to verify.
Gu Xing, who was illiterate, was full of curiosity and admiration for this travelogue, because no matter how tired he was during the day, the young man would lay down paper and grind ink at night, record all the experiences and knowledge of the day, and teach him to read a few words along the way. For Gu Xing, quietly watching the young master write furiously was the most tender moment after a hard day's work.
Gu Xing clearly knew that the young master, whom everyone said was useless, was doing something great. When Xu Xiake returned to the Xu Mansion, he was a young man favored by Mrs. Xu, from the tips of his fingers to the length of his hair. But once he carries his luggage, he becomes the most stoic walker in the mountains and forests.
Gu Xing admired and followed him like this, taking care of the daily life and catering, purchasing and liaison, and escorting the luggage along the way. He didn't complain even when he was tired and fell ill. Even if he fell off a cliff and was seriously injured and his leg was broken, even if he was stabbed four times by a robber in the Xiangjiang River, even if he saw a strange and shapeless horror at the bottom of Dongting Lake, even if he had to poison Monk Jingwen with his own hands -
It was this pedantic and stubborn monk who attracted the attention of the Xiangjiang bandits and almost killed the young master. He saw that the young master was tired of this drag but could not get rid of this drag, so he secretly bought horse money. son.
Gu Xing originally thought that all he had to do was to be full of admiration and willing to accompany the old young master on many long journeys. He also secretly hoped that there would be a trace of him in this great undertaking. But at the last moment when the journey was about to be completed, Gu Xing broke his oath.
At that time, he was suffering from a miasma attack in Jizu Mountain, and he finally felt the severe pain that Jingwen suffered before his death. He found that the monks in Jizu Mountain were tired of ostracizing him, and the young master was even discussing with Hongbian to buy another slave. Replace Gu Xing.
By some strange mistake, he secretly opened the travel journal and found that among the more than twenty volumes, there were only nine mentions of his name "Gu Xing", and the remaining hundreds of places sometimes referred to him as "Gu Pu" or sometimes "Gu Pu". Calling him "Gu Nu" always reminds him that he is just a domestic slave of the Xu family...
Gu Xing, who ran down the mountain, wandered around, seeing neither people nor ghosts. He did not dare to enter the city or take the official road, because in his thousands of miles of travels, he had seen how the old and young masters with the status of gentry were transformed from relatives and friends. Among the officials, they easily obtained the horse tag of the post station, and drove the people along the way, whipping the "treacherous people"!
Gu Xing, who suffered from miasma, was finally kidnapped by a group of horses, imprisoned and transported to the snowy land like a wild beast, and tortured in every possible way by a lama named Keba. "Strange Poison", and his heart completely fell into the abyss.
Since then, the house slave Gu Pu has died, and it is Khenpo Lama who has returned.
He hated Xu Xiake deeply, and what he wanted to do for the rest of his life was to destroy the old young master's "eternal great career", and the entire Jizu Mountain, which regarded him as an ant, would be buried together in the fire...
The cold wind blew up the torn pieces of paper on the ground, like paper money flying at a funeral. He had also missed his old mountain and homeland thousands of miles away. Maybe he should have died on the field and long, with his few remaining bones and that. Flowers are blooming on the street, accompanied by misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
However, from the moment he stepped out of his hometown in Jiangyin, he could never go back.
Paper money was falling all over the sky, and Gu Xing suddenly saw the old young master walking alone on the dark and unclear road ahead. He subconsciously wanted to follow him, but a heartbreaking hatred hit him, and he changed from simple and honest to honest. Deformed and ugly, he turned his head resolutely and turned in a direction that would never be recovered.
I'm in charge...
this life……
I will never forgive...
…………
Khenpo Lama struggled to swallow the last mouthful, the light in his eyes was completely extinguished, and Abbot Hongbian's life also came to an end at this moment.
After all, the two men were holding each other together. The knife penetrated the chest of the abbot Hongbian from Khenpo Lama's back. The abbot Hongbian slumped back, and Wu Zhimao's waist knife cut a deep wound on his chest, which was beating violently. His heart was exposed to the air, and a wound had been opened, and blood was spurting out violently!
"Straight bitch! This old monk was injured by the knife himself! He was not killed by me!"
Wu Zhimao, the commander-in-chief of Sichuan, was sweating profusely on his forehead. Unexpectedly, he accidentally stabbed Abbot Hongbian and died immediately. Now that the suspicion of killing the fake Miaobao Dharma King in Sidtan Temple has just been cleared, he will be charged with killing the abbot without authorization. Once the Mu family accuses him of being domineering and cruel, he will not be able to escape unscathed today!
Master An Ren was the first to react and rushed forward to hold down the bleeding wound - from the time he came down the mountain to now, he had not even said a word to this senior brother who loved him, and he was already separated forever.
But at this time, Abbot Hongbian showed a faint smile on his face, as if he was not aware of the pain in his body at all. His body and mind could only feel the joy of liberation of being reborn in the Western Paradise. The old monk used his last strength to stretch out his hand and gently held it with one hand. Master Anren's hands were covered with blood. One hand stretched out a finger and gently pointed at Master Anren's eyes.
Nothing is said, it’s all there.
At this time, there were chaotic footsteps outside the door and the sounds of running to put out the fire. Zen Master Dajing, who had a white beard and eyebrows, suddenly stumbled into the Fayun Pavilion, shouting, "It's not good, Abbot, your Zen room is here." Burnt to the ground!”
However, when he saw Abbot Hongbian twitching slightly in a pool of blood, his legs suddenly softened and he knelt on the ground, crying uncontrollably. Abbot Hongbian, who had been dying for a long time, finally closed his eyes completely after hearing Zen Master Dajing's words.
Wu Zhimao suddenly woke up in his trance and roared with rage: "What a Hongbian, you actually used your body as a bait to drag me into the water!"
Then he walked around in place, looked at the people in Sittan Temple hatefully, and said with a threat, "I want to save you some respect for Sittan Temple's collusion with the rebels! If you continue to persist in your obsession, I will I can only give you some color to see!"
Master Anren's hands were covered with blood. He wanted to step forward and fight with this dog official who wasted no time on human life, but suddenly he saw the old and young monks standing behind him, and the hand of Abbot Hongbian pointing at his eyes appeared in front of his eyes.
He gradually regained his composure, and his back that looked even more aged tried to straighten his waist. He imitated Abbot Hongbian's method of tying his hands tightly on his belt, like a rag trying desperately to wring out the water. He staggered and finally stood up. .
"Amitabha, Senior Brother Hongbian has passed away now. As a Junior Brother, the old monk should naturally take over."
"There are absolutely no rebels in our Xitan Temple. Moreover, it has been made clear that the Zen Master was wronged before. Why are we entangled again?"
"If Mr. Wu continues to be aggressive, please know that my Buddhist disciples are all over the world. Even if the old monk is shattered to pieces, he will still report you to Dali Temple for killing your senior brother without permission!"
After Wu Zhimao heard this, his beard stood on end. Originally, he had no intention of keeping this trump card. After all, all the secret agents of the royal palace were used during this trip, just to wipe out all the Sidan Temple.
However, Hongbian's move is too vicious. If Hongbian does not die today, even if Xitan Temple is lucky enough to gain the upper hand, it will face the open and covert attack of Prince Pingxi. And if Hongbian died recently, it was his Wu Zhimao who was at stake. His wealth and life can even become the clarion call for the Mu family to fight back!
Therefore, what Wu Zhimao said just now was just to threaten the people in Sidan Temple not to talk nonsense. But he didn't expect that Master Anren, who succeeded the abbot, would not take the hard way, and he had a bad temper. He dared to confront him, and he was so angry that he was so angry!
"Good! Good! Good!"
Wu Zhimao said three good words in a row.
"I have already found out that your Sidan Temple has a close relationship with the rebels. The manuscripts of secret letters that communicated with the rebels, as well as the chants and poems left by the rebels, are all hidden in the abbot's secret room of Monk Hongbian. , now you are hiding the truth, burning the monastery and the calligraphy and painting mountains, and Hongbian committed suicide without leaving any flaws. Now even the Khenpo Lama has become your pawn! What a ruthless method!"
Weird words came out of his mouth, but his angry and twisted face turned into a ferocious smile, and he threatened, "However, if you are so close, you must not know that there is a rebel who secretly sneaked into Chen Cang, and you still exposed the truth!"
After speaking, he smiled pitifully at Master Anren and shouted angrily.
"Have you ever heard of a name called "Jiang Wen"..." (End of Chapter)