surnamed Wang

The orthodoxy of Buddhism has always been respected by Xichi, and then there were three branches of Central Plains, Eastern Han, and Beitu.

If one had to find another branch besides these three, the only one would be the Faling Temple west of Laomen Pass.

Laomen Pass has been the gateway of the Central Plains since ancient times, and the west of it is the Western Regions. Although it still belongs to the dynasty, the mountains and rivers are more dangerous after all, and it is difficult for people to get close to them. Therefore, it has always been regarded as no different from barbarians in the hinterland of the Central Plains.

There is an ancient temple in the Western Regions named Faling, which was built only two years later than the Xichi Bizhen Temple. Every year, there is an endless stream of pilgrims. The world thinks that it is deeply inherited from the Xichi Temple.

For nearly a thousand years, Faling Temple has indeed claimed to be inherited from the Western Red Esoteric School, and has an unclear relationship with the Western Red Dynasty Hall in private.

But since more than 20 years ago, Faling Temple suddenly changed its usual style. Not only did it completely cut off contact with Xichi, but it even expelled many monks who insisted on believing in Esoteric Buddhism.

The cause of all this stems from the female living Buddha who claims to be the reincarnation of Guan Zizai.

According to legend, Avalokitesvara has 33 dharma appearances, and this living Buddha named "Door Truth" is the fourth dharma appearance, the reincarnation of the Brahma king.

More than 20 years ago, a beautiful girl suddenly realized the Dharma, and was brought into the mountain gate by the master of Faling Temple. She shaved off three thousand threads of affliction, and became a door bodhisattva who is not stained by the world.

Since then, apart from this female Living Buddha, the two masters of Faling Temple have been the old monk who holds the position of abbot.

Guru, the supreme wisdom of Buddhism; King of Dharma, the honorific title of Buddha and Bodhisattva.

This young female monk who suddenly became a blockbuster became famous, and in just ten years later, she was both a guru and a Dharma king, and her voice in the temple far surpassed that old monk who was given an unrecognizable title by virtue of her age.

Afterwards, the young female Dharma King began to advocate changing her family and abandoning the Chizun Dynasty in Xixi, which was completely contrary to the old monk who had believed in Tantra for most of her life.

One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and this saying is also applicable to Buddhism, which is indifferent to the world.

After several years of face-to-face confrontation between two masters of Buddhism, the Dharma Queen, who surpassed each other in terms of fame and Dharma, finally gained power.At this time, the female guru also did the most controversial thing in her life-expelled the old monk who led her into the temple gate and shaved her to become a monk.

The old monk stayed in the monastery for nearly his whole life, and when he left the mountain gate with a thin burden on his back, he still didn't know what was wrong with him.

A few years later, there was almost no one in the entire western region adjacent to Xichi, and everyone knew the reason for this.

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other. Faling Temple, which has been entangled with Xichi Chaotang for hundreds of years, escaped catastrophe because of Mendi Bodhisattva's "strong man cut off his wrist".

Those monks who surrendered on the surface, but actually slandered the female guru many times in their hearts, were also grateful, and sincerely praised her wise decision-making.

It's just that at this moment, the Bodhisattva of Mendi didn't see the joy of "revenge of injustice" on his face, but an indescribable compassion.

It wasn't until a few days later that the monks in the temple knew that the former abbot of Faling Temple died in a small temple that didn't even have a name during the few days when they breathed a sigh of relief.

It is death, not passing away.

As for the reason, it may be that the old man realized just before his death that he had believed in the wrong Buddha, recited the wrong scriptures, and walked the wrong way all his life...

So at the moment before he died, he returned to the vulgar.

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On the ninth floor of Zique Pavilion, the atmosphere was almost freezing.

Wang Gingquan quietly looked at the assassin Yan Li, who was lucky enough to escape his life, and said in a deep voice:

"You didn't die from such a serious injury, you are really lucky, but this time you are not so lucky."

Wang Gangquan's eyes were cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Hearing this, the man on the opposite side put away his dagger, with a calm expression on his face.

"Aren't you good at escaping? I'll give you another chance to escape. You can't choose your own death date, at least you can choose a place to be buried."

After Wang Bingquan finished speaking, he took off the slender short sword from his waist, and the man subconsciously squinted his eyes when he saw this. It was this sword that almost killed him.

Yan Li turned his head to look at the Confucian scholar beside him, and after receiving affirmative nod from the other party, he rushed towards Wang Quanquan, but he didn't want to fight to the death, but as the other party said, he ran away with all his strength.

The man stepped over the big hole in the wall in an instant, jumped to the roof of a palace, and then started the fastest escape in his life.

It's just that he knew that no matter how fast he was, he still couldn't avoid the fate of death, because just when the two passed by, he caught a glimpse of the smile in the other's eyes.

In the attic, Wang Bingquan stroked the short sword in his hand, his fingers lightly caressed the hilt, his movements were slow, as if he was stroking his lover.

This is the only thing she has left.

"Ah Qing, Ah Yue will avenge you today." The young man said softly.

As soon as the words fell, the apricot branch in his hand trembled suddenly, as if he understood his intention, and then there was a piercing sword sound, and the other two people in the room subconsciously covered their ears.

When the old and the young came back to their senses, there was only a scabbard left in the young man's hand.

Wang Gingquan didn't care about the sharp blade that was unsheathed in an instant, but turned to look at the two people in front of him. The young man in front of him was the book boy who had kept the old man's money bag.

The young man was panicked, but the old man was indifferent. He turned around and walked to the desk, sat down, and then quietly looked at the young man in a white gown ahead. After a while, he said leisurely:

"It's better to be young. When the old man was young, he was much more suave than you."

Wang Gangquan had a strange expression on his face. After a long time, his expression relaxed and he said:

"Aren't you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue?"

Then he stepped forward and sat down, with only a table between them.

"Tong'er, go to Quhu Xinghua Village."

The old man told the book boy beside him that although the little book boy was afraid, he felt relieved when he saw that the gentleman was so calm, nodded and walked downstairs.

The old Confucian scholar looked at the young man's back, and seemed to be talking to himself:
"This child is also pitiful. He has lost his mother since he was a child..."

"You haven't answered my question yet." Wang Gangquan interrupted him coldly.

The old man was not angry, but opened the chess box on the table, took out a black stone, and asked without answering:
"Will the prince be willing to play a game with the old man?"

Wang Gingquan squinted his eyes, but did not reply, the old man did not force himself when he saw this, and got up on his own.

"The old man claims to be a bit of a literati, but now that most of his body has been buried in the loess, naturally he won't try to curry favor with the lord just to survive.

From the day when he plotted against the prince, the old man was ready to be approached. The reason why he approached the prince was just to know who would kill him. "

"Since you know that you may die, why do you do such a thing?"

"Hey, after gambling for a lifetime, every game is a winning game, which is really less fun..."

Before the old man finished speaking, a sharp sword was pointed at his throat, and Wang Handquan held Shuanghan tightly, and said coldly:

"Your so-called chess game made me lose the love of my life."

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