Back to the early Tang Dynasty to be a fairy

Chapter 44 I am a smoker, not someone who grinds mirrors in the dust.

boom!
A loud noise came, which immediately alarmed the famous scholars and eminent monks who were sitting in the reed shed in the square in front of the Zhuangyan Temple Pagoda, who were talking and talking about Zen.

Just when they looked over in the blink of an eye, they just saw that the eminent monk Fazheng, who was still in no hurry, unhurried, and unmoved, rushed out of the Zen room quickly and headed towards the north side of the Zhuangyan Temple. The direction ran over.

call!
After a gust of wind blew past, the figure of Monk Fazheng had disappeared into the gate across the courtyard on the north side.

The eminent monks and celebrities who were talking about the profound state of mind of the great monk Fa Zhengda, who can be called the eight winds, looked at each other in blank dismay, and didn't know what they should say for a while?
Things developed quite suddenly!

For a moment, the scene suddenly fell into embarrassment...

"Cough cough..."

After everyone was silent for a while, it was still the gorgeously dressed middle-aged handsome guy who was 50 years old. He was born in the Xiao family of Lanling, the seventh son of Xiao Kui, Emperor Ming of Liang, and now the internal historian of the Tang Dynasty. Xiao Yu coughed twice, then opened his mouth as if nothing had happened.

"Stay like a virgin, move like a rabbit, if you were late just now, now you are fast, the great monk Fazheng is doing it personally, and he is proclaiming to us the truth that there is no delay and no speed. The great monk Fazheng really understands Buddhist principles. You are worthy of being the disciple of the great monk of the Fahua sect who empowered the great master."

Just after his words came out, the famous monks present seemed to come back to life one by one.

"That's right, that's right..."

"I see……"

"I'm ashamed and ashamed, I was so slow for a while, I didn't understand the meaning of the great monk Fazheng at all. If we hadn't had Xiao Shangshu here today, I'm afraid everyone still wouldn't be able to understand the deep meaning..."

"The Great Monk Fazheng can compose it, and Xiao Shangshu can explain it. Both of them are deeply versed in Buddhist principles..."

"Sure enough, Xiao Shangshu has profound Buddha-nature, and he will surely get the fruit in his year!"

"..."

When a plump mature woman surnamed Yang was sitting in a reed shed at the corner of the square, when she saw the scene of Monk Fazheng running wildly, her listless expression suddenly became full of interest.

What's so good about preaching scriptures, how can there be such fun...

Not to mention, when the Great Monk Fazheng started to run, his body was bouncing, which was really interesting.

Usually, he always looks sanctimonious, but he really can't tell that Monk Fazheng is so predictable, and the turbulent chest on his chest looks no smaller than himself.

Did he forget to wrap his cloth today?
A certain mature woman surnamed Yang was sitting calmly, with a dignified look on her face, and she didn't know where her private thoughts had gone.

Compared with a middle-aged fat man like Fazheng, a young and beautiful boy is more in line with his own wishes. For example, the Qingwei Daoist outside the temple gate now, I don’t know if Qingwei Daoist runs away, will he also follow him? The Great Monk Fazheng trembled as well...

But probably not, the last time I touched it, it seemed to be hard.

Oh, I really want to take a look!

……

Just when these famous monks and scholars in the square in front of the Zhuangyan Temple Pagoda began to praise each other skillfully, the Great Monk Fazheng had already run all the way, from the square in front of the Zhuangyan Temple Pagoda behind the Zhuangyan Temple to the side courtyard near the north gate of the temple.

boom!
Kicking open the courtyard door, Monk Fazhengda walked in from the outside of the courtyard with a gloomy face, and what he saw were a dozen or so monks arranged in a haphazard manner in the courtyard, the middle one The most burly one is his confidant, Monk Jingyan.

These monks were all in disorder, as if they had no bones, and fell limply on the ground, five or six of them still had dark red bloodstains on their wrists or ankles.

Monk Jing Yan and two or three other monks, who were lying on the futons in the middle of the yard, barely half-lying against the flower bed, had bright red bloodstains on the hem of their robes in addition to their wrists and ankles. .

Even when they saw Monk Fazheng coming in, Monk Jingyan and the others did not take any action, but still looked blankly, looking as if their hearts were ashamed.

Monk Fazheng squatted down in disbelief, grabbed Monk Jingyan's arm, and looked over carefully.

As his arm was raised, the palm of his hand drooped powerlessly, and the bloodstain on his wrist was a straight line.Apparently, someone was holding a sharp knife, and with a single stroke, he cut off Monk Jing Yan's tendons...

This wound is enough to show that the striker not only has a steady hand and a very sharp weapon, but also has a very good understanding of the tendons and veins of the arm. The knife went down to destroy the tendons and veins, but did not hurt other parts of the wrist.

Definitely a master!

Then Monk Fazheng lifted Monk Jingyan's robe with his hands, glanced down, then threw the robe down, took a deep breath, and said with a gloomy face.

"Can anyone tell me what happened?"

"Yes, that's how it is,"

A monk with a red mark on his face, who had no injuries on his hands and feet but was also lying sideways, said in a weak tone. "Brother Jingyan found some of us this morning and said that he would take us to complete an order you gave him, Master Uncle Fazheng..."

"An order I gave him?"

Monk Fazheng frowned and asked back.

"Yes, it is!"

The monk with intact hands and feet spoke intermittently.

"Brother Jing Yan said that you asked him to arrest a little Taoist priest who dared to set up a hexagram booth in front of our Zhuangyan Temple..."

That's right!

As soon as the monk said this to Monk Zhengda, he remembered that he had indeed told Monk Jingyan to arrest that little Taoist priest Qingwei who was born under the Taoist sect of Guanxuancheng in Qingdu...

Because in the 13 years of Daye, Taoist Xuancheng once did a great thing, and because of this, he got the favor of a nobleman in this dynasty.

Although it is said that Taoist Xuancheng is dead now, and that nobleman seems to be disheartened recently, shutting himself in his mansion all day without seeing outsiders, but that little Taoist priest Qingwei, as a direct disciple of Taoist Xuancheng, Surely it can make that nobleman love the house and make a fuss about it.

As long as this little Taoist priest can be controlled, and with the support of that noble man, Zhuangyan Temple may be able to return to the grand occasion of the Sui Dynasty where there were many people who talked and laughed.

Even after His Majesty the Dragon Yubintian today, it is unknown if he can go further!
But what he didn't expect was that things would turn out like this.

"It goes without saying..."

Monk Fazheng waved his hand and jumped directly to the important point.

"Tell me how you came to be like this?"

"Yes, Uncle Fazheng..."

The monks with intact hands and feet did not dare to neglect, and repeated their situation in the afternoon.When I was waiting for the others to arrive at noon, how did Jingming see Gao Shugui and the little Taoist priest come to a secluded place, how Senior Brother Jingyan led himself and others to surround them, but when they just started, they all coughed and shed tears , and then collapsed to the ground.

"Then the little Taoist held a sword and walked up to us. After staring at everyone for a while, he drew his sword and cut off their tendons. I could see clearly from the side that some brothers were hit twice. , some got hit, and Senior Brother Jing Yan, Senior Brother Jing Ming and others not only got hit four times, but the little Taoist priest also got hit on their crotch..."

"You don't need to say anything!"

Monk Fazheng interrupted the monk, stood up, twirling the rosary in his hand, walked around all the wounded, and then looked at the monk with intact limbs with cold eyes, looking sinisterly. Said.

"Then can you tell me why the brothers who went out together were all injured, but you were the only one who was intact?"

"This one……"

The monk shook his head reluctantly, and nodded in the direction of Monk Jingyan.

"After the little Taoist priest finished beheading the man, he took out a piece of paper as if by magic, wrote something on it, stuffed it into Brother Jingyan's clothes, and said that was the reason for his attack."

Monk Fazheng looked at the monk with cold eyes for a while, then turned his head away, and said to the novice next to him.

"Go look for your Uncle Jing Yan and see if there is any paper."

After hearing his words, Shami Mingxin cautiously came to Monk Jingyan, who was still unconscious, squatted down and began to feel his body.

Soon, Monk Fazheng saw Mingxin take out two folded white papers from Monk Jingyan, then stood up, held the white papers with both hands, and handed them to himself.

"Uncle Master, I found it!"

Monk Fazheng hesitated for a moment, took out a pair of gloves from the sleeve of his monk's robe and put them on, then took the paper, held his breath, and opened it carefully.

The first piece of paper was densely packed with a lot of small characters, the handwriting was so delicate that Monk Fazheng couldn't imagine how fine a brush would be used to write such small characters on the paper.

But the next moment, Monk Fazheng completely ignored the issue of handwriting...

Because what is written on this piece of paper is the evidence that these monks who fell on the ground had committed crimes, and most of the things are true...

Because monk Fazheng arranged for them to do those things!
Also listed at the bottom of the paper are the names of each monk and the crimes committed.

"you……"

Monk Fazheng suddenly raised his head and looked at the monk with intact limbs. "What's your dharma name..."

"Clean... clear!"

Although he didn't know what Monk Fazheng meant by asking this question, the monk still answered honestly.

After a quick glance at the paper, Monk Fazheng finally understood.

The number of hands and feet of these monks is related to the size of their crimes on this piece of paper. People like Jing Ming who are often sent out by themselves for errands have been beaten four times. If there is any insult to women in the middle of the task All of them were castrated.

And this clearance was preserved because he was young and hadn't done any tasks.

"Damn..."

Monk Fazheng let out a creaking sound, shook his hands furiously and threw the two pieces of paper on the ground, and said viciously.

"This damned little Taoist priest, he dared to judge the people in my Zhuangyan Temple and executed them. Who does he think he is?"

Seeing the enraged expression of Monk Fazheng, the other monks in the courtyard fell silent.

A gust of wind blew by, blowing the two pieces of paper on the ground fluttering, revealing a neatly written poem.

The green snake in the sleeve is lingering in the daytime, and the fairy fruit in the view is beautiful in Changchun.

I am a smoker from outside the world, not a person who grinds a mirror in the dust.

Greetings to Qing Weizi!
(End of this chapter)