This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 109 The first contact with the old monk

The passing wind from the Daxiong Palace blew across Lu Yuanzhi's face.

The coldness in his heart couldn't be blown away.

This old monk, what does he want to trade with himself?

Feeling the scriptures in his arms.

He frowned secretly in his heart.

"It's okay, let's go and have some fun together?"

Wang Yan smiled and winked at Lu Yuanzhi.

Those looks, which were supposed to be full of righteousness, looked so wretched at this moment.

Actually speaking.

Wang Yanxiao's appearance is that of a Shandong man.

Full face beard, leopard head ring eyes.

Plus that scar from the corner of the eye to the corner of the mouth.

A ferocious aura filled his body.

But who can imagine that such a person is.

The mind is full of filth.

Lu Yuanzhi looked at him with righteous words:
"Old Wang, I think you have a problem."

Wang Yanxiao was startled, he looked at Lu Yuanzhi suspiciously and asked, "What are you pretending to be here with me?"

Lu Yuanzhi snorted coldly, "Who pretends to be like you, I really never go to that kind of fireworks place!"

Wang Yan looked at Lu Yuanzhi with a smile.

After a long time, he said in a rough voice:

"My treat."

Lu Yuanzhi turned his head and walked away, his pace was extremely fast.

"What are you doing running so fast!"

Wang Yan looked at Lu Yuanzhi's back with a puzzled expression.

"Hurry up! There will be no place for the hook bar in a while."

Wang Yanxiao...

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Back to the Yamen.

In fact, Zhang Shenxing has already returned.

Seeing their boss, everyone smiled and came forward to say hello.

Zhang Shenxing just nodded indifferently.

It was Lu Yuanshang's turn to say hello.

Zhang Shenxing suddenly put on a smile and asked gently, "How is today?"

"Everything is normal boss!"

Lu Yuanzhi's voice was full of energy.

"That's right, let's go home early today."

Attitude and voice are very different from others.

Lu Yuanzhi has never been a proud person, he said with a smile: "It's all well cultivated by the boss!"

Crowd: ...

Just eccentric, right?

OK, alright.

But no one objected.

It's okay to be dissatisfied, and you will be promoted to the supernatural realm when you come!
"Then I'll go first!"

"Well, don't be in a hurry on the way, slow down."

Zhang Shenxing still looked at Lu Yuanzhi with a smile on his face.

Lu Yuanzhi himself felt a little embarrassed.

After being released from the Yamen, did Lu Yuanzhi join forces with Wang Yanxiao? He left in a hurry on the pretext that he had something to do when he went home to meet another day.

He does have more important things to do.

He rode his little green horse all the way back home.

Lu Yuanzhi took out the scriptures given to him by the old monk in Fa'an Temple from his arms.

The cover of the scriptures has turned yellow.

It looks like it's been a long time ago.

The moment he got it, his eyes lit up a little.

Prajna Heart Sutra.

The name of the book.

wrong.

Lu Yuanzhi frowned.

He remembered clearly that the old monk said that the full text of the Heart Sutra has a total of 260 characters.

But the thickness of this book is definitely more than that.

He opened the scriptures with a solemn expression.

There is really nothing wrong with the first three pages, just the 260-character Heart Sutra.

But start on page four.

The content does not match the previous ones at all.

He could read these words clearly.

But he couldn't understand the combination at all.

what's the situation?
He looked at the scriptures over and over again, but he didn't see any clues.

Before you know it, night has fallen.

The Hai family's yard is located in the outer city of the capital, and it occupies a large area.

After all, my uncle is also a fifth-rank Beijing official.

A figure rushed out from the yard.

The speed of the figure's movement is not slow, and an extremely smooth movement technique is cast from this figure.

If someone who is knowledgeable sees it, they will definitely recognize it. This kind of movement method is the exclusive movement method of Jingcheng Pei Yinlang, the Yinyou method.

This person is Lu Yuanzhi.

Lu Yuanzhi was expressionless.

A few rabbits disappeared in the street of Hai's yard in the blink of an eye.

There are still many pedestrians on the street now.

It was still early before the curfew, and Lu Yuanzhi was not conspicuous among the crowd.

His line is straight.

The goal is very clear, which is to monitor Fa'an Temple during the day.

Running fast all the way, it took him nearly an hour to arrive at the gate of Fa'an Temple.

As soon as he reached the door, he stopped suddenly.

His eyes were fixed on the door of Fa'an Temple.

A man was sitting by the door.

It was the old monk during the day.

The old monk had a smile on his lips.

"The benefactor is here."

Lu Yuanzhi looked at the old monk's indifferent appearance, the expression on his face remained unchanged and said indifferently:
"I am coming."

"The donor came just in time, please."

The old monk waved lightly at the door with his withered hand.

The gate of Fa'an Temple opened slowly.

I'm sick, shall I go in with you?
The corner of Lu Yuanzhi's mouth twitched slightly.

I don't know whether the land of right and wrong is a blessing or a curse, so I'll go in with you?
Anyway, I have been with my uncle for so long, how could I not know the truth that a gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall?

"No, just say it here, my time is limited."

Lu Yuanzhi remained calm.

When you can't figure out the details of others, try to stay calm and calm.

In this way, others can easily find out your details.

This is also taught by my uncle.

"The benefactor does not need to be suspicious, the poor monk has no malicious intentions."

The old monk still looked at Lu Yuanzhi with a smile.

Lu Yuanzhi scoffed at his words.

no offence?

I believed your evil.

"I don't suspect anything, I just want to finish the chat and go home quickly, and I won't be able to go back soon after the curfew."

Lu Yuanzhi remained calm.

"Ha ha."

The old monk smiled gently and stopped pressing: "The poor monk's dharma name is Du'an, and he is the abbot of Fa'an Temple. He didn't ask for the name of the benefactor."

Lu Yuanzhi frowned at the abbot who called himself Duan.

Don't know your own name?

Don’t even know the name but dare to give yourself a Heart Sutra...

"It seems that the Heart Sutra you gave me is not valuable."

Lu Yuanzhi looked at Duan and said.

"It's just an ordinary Heart Sutra. The benefactor doesn't have to worry about it. I hope the benefactor doesn't need it."

The old monk's voice was still gentle, as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face, and Lu Yuanzhi's smile was natural.

"Just tell me what you have."

Lu Yuanzhi felt a little impatience in his heart when he saw the monk playing charades for him.

Since what you gave yourself is a useless thing, what else do you want yourself to do?

Isn't this bullshit?

The old monk seems to be not too young, why doesn't he know anything about the world?

"Ha ha."

The old monk smiled, and he said naturally: "The benefactor has learned the best Confucianism, which reminds the poor monk of an old friend, so he wants to chat with the benefactor."

"Confucianism to the law? Old man?"

Lu Yuanzhi's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that the old monk was talking about "Ji"?
When he saw the collection in Pei Yinlang's secret library that day, he had some doubts in his heart that this method was somewhat similar to the Confucian method of speaking.

I didn't expect it to be so.

It's just who the old monk is talking about...

"What old friend?"

Lu Yuanzhi gave full play to the strengths of youth in the 21st century.

Ask if you don't understand.

　I just got off work, and I got off work very late these days. I tidy up and go home to code, and there will be another chapter in a while.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)