After the heavy rain, it's a sunny day.

Wang Yi, who had changed into dry clothes, walked on the street. He raised his hands to block the dazzling sun on the horizon. Wang Yi pursed his white lips. He had not yet gotten over the news of Wu Qi's death. But he had been used to it since he was a child.

Wang Yi, who lives and dies, is just a little sad.

Not many people remember the Youzhou case back then.

Wu Qi's body had just been buried on a high ground. It was only a few miles away from Chang'an City, but the whole city could be seen clearly. Wang Yi wanted Wu Qi to look at Chang'an City after his death and see what happened to the remaining three of them.

Revenge. Wang Yi specially bought funeral supplies for Wu Qi. None of them lived a very good life during his lifetime, so Wang Yi bought a lot of gold ingots for Wu Qi to use underground.

Walking on the street, Wang Yi looked at the deserted streets. He knew that today was the day for the debate among the three religions. Although he knew that everyone in Chang'an City had gone to watch the debate among the three religions, the streets were not deserted.

, walking on this street now is a bit eerily silent.

Wang Yi's body trembled subconsciously, and he instinctively pulled out the Xiuchun knife that he had put on his waist when he went out. He was always alert to everything around him. The stars were slowly flowing, and he could respond in time to any slight movement.

Suddenly a figure appeared on the horizon. The figure was bathing in the sunshine, holding a stick, and was walking in the direction of Wang Yi.

After the visitor walked in, Wang Yicai saw clearly that he was Master Jiechen who he met when he returned to Chang'an City.

Master Jiechen did not expect to meet Wang Yi here, and the two of them were very happy to meet again.

Monk Jiechen recited the Buddha's name and said to Wang Yi: "Donor Wang, long time no see, but it's okay."

I don't know why Wang Yi saw Master Jiechen. The sadness in Wang Yi's heart suddenly dissipated a lot. Wang Yi bent down to return the greeting and asked Jiechen: "It's not good, but looking at the direction of Master, are you leaving Chang'an City?"

Jiechen nodded, took the Zen staff in his hand, and looked ahead, "The quarrel is over, and the poor monk will naturally go back to the small Buddhist temple."

"Would you like to send the master out of the city? The nearest city of Chang'an is a bit uneasy."

Master Jiechen squinted his eyes, glanced around, and waved his hand to Wang Yi, rejecting Wang Yi's proposal, "Almsgiver Wang's kindness, I accept it with all my heart, but as for leaving the city, I'd better leave on my own as a monk."

Since Jiechen rejected his kindness, Wang Yi had no choice but to stop insisting and say goodbye to Jiechen, "Master, have a good trip. I won't send you to the city gate."

Jiechen nodded, as it should be, and then took the Zen staff and was about to start the journey again. Suddenly, a crossbow arrow shot out from the wall on the side, heading straight at Jiechen.

Wang Yi shouted something bad and immediately rushed towards Jiechen, but Jiechen gently caught Wang Yi, then turned around, held out the Zen staff in his hand, and fired the crossbow arrow.

Fly.

Wang Yi, who had landed on the ground, frowned and hurriedly pulled Jiechen to hide, but Jiechen stood there like a pillar, refusing to go away.

"Master, hide with me quickly."

Jiechen shook his head, with a firm expression and no trace of panic in his clear eyes, and shouted to the people around him: "Everyone, this matter has nothing to do with this donor. Can you please let him go?"

Suddenly there was a cry of ridicule around the street, and then, the buildings above the street were filled with countless men in black. The leader stood on the road in front, blocking the way.

"Master, you can't protect yourself, but you still have the mood to care about the life and death of others?"

Jiechen ignored the threat in the man's words and said for a long time: "Can you let this benefactor go?"

The leading man laughed loudly, pointed at Jiechen and Wang Yi and said: "Master, let alone whether he has anything to do with you or not, whether he is a member of the Buddhist family or not, just because he is Wang Yi, it is impossible for him to get out alive.

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Jiechen let out a long sigh, shook his head helplessly, clasped his hands to Wang Yi, and apologized: "I have caused trouble to the donor Wang."

When Wang Yi heard the words of the leading man, he knew that he would definitely die today. He immediately turned sideways to avoid Jie Chen's salute and took off the baggage on his back. Inside was his clothes that were soaked by the rain. Wang Yi did not throw them away.

Because those were the clothes Qin Keqing sewed during the days and nights he left, and he wanted to treasure them.

Wang Yi is not surprised by this kind of thing. He has experienced it when he first came to Chang'an City. "Master, you don't have to be like this. The other party also came here for me. Although I don't know why, it doesn't matter. Wang Yi

I don’t know how much I have experienced since I entered Chang’an City.”

Jiechen sat down slowly, put the Zen staff on his legs, and turned his back to Wang Yi, "It's a pity that the donor will go to hell with the poor monk today."

Wang Yi laughed and said happily: "Being able to go on the road with an eminent monk like the master, I believe the Buddha might consider staying in the Buddhist world."

With a smile on his face, Jiechen took out the Buddhist beads stained with his own blood from his arms. Wang Yi looked out of the corner of his eye and saw that there were golden blood stains on the Buddhist beads, which in the Buddhist family was a sign of an accomplished monk.

"Donor, a star king looks down on a poor monk."

Just as the leading man was about to say something, he heard someone behind him say cheerfully: "Master, please don't blame me. I'm here to see you off."

The person who spoke came out, holding a fly whisk in his hand, wearing a purple Taoist robe, and his face was very heroic.

"The donor doesn't look like a real Taoist."

Jiechen looked at the person coming and recalled in his mind that no Taoist priest he had ever seen, whether in Longhu Mountain or Wudang Mountain, had such a person. If he dared to act like this in Chang'an City, he must have a great background.

"The purple Taoist robe that the donor is wearing is the only one in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.

There should be a place for you."

The visitor laughed, stroking his beard, the fly whisk in his hand fluttering in the wind, "He is indeed a wise Master Jie Chen, but I won't admit it."

"Although I also admire the master's feats in the Spring and Autumn Period, I am sorry for being rude. Someone made it impossible for the master to leave Chang'an City, so I have no choice but to learn about the master's Buddhist Vajra."

Jiechen smiled, with a kind face and kind eyes. He stopped talking and slowly lowered his head. The Taoist snorted coldly, swung out the fly whisk in his hand and flew towards Jiechen.

Jiechen's body began to glow slowly, and countless scriptures flew out of Jiechen's mouth, confronting the whisk. The whisk was never allowed to enter within four feet of Jiechen, and hovered in the air.

Then the fly whisk began to fly towards the Taoist. Seeing this, the Taoist bent his feet and used the stars to meet him.

boom.

The Taoist's body flew backwards two hundred feet, leaving two deep marks on the ground and disappearing.

"Everyone shoot, shoot quickly."

The men in black standing on the surrounding buildings drew their bows and fired arrows one after another. Countless crossbow arrows came like heavy rain. Jiechen raised his eyelids slightly, and all the scriptures in his mouth flew out, protecting Wang Yi and himself.

For a moment, the two sides were in confrontation, and no one could do anything to help the other.

However, the moment Jiechen's Dharma was exhausted, it was the time for Wang Yi and Jiechen to die. How could Wang Yi, with his small life, be the opponent of so many people.

At the same time, the mountain gate of a popular temple was slowly opened, and an old monk walked out. He looked back at the plaque of "Big Buddha Temple", and then walked down the mountain brazenly, accompanied by his eldest disciple, who is now the eldest monk.

The abbot of a Buddhist temple.

"Master, I really want to go down to Chang'an City and rescue Uncle Jiechen."

The old monk walked down the mountain step by step, glanced at the disciple beside him, and then flicked his sleeves, "The dispute between the big and small Zen sects is an internal matter of my Buddhist family. How do the small Buddhist temple and the big Buddhist temple quarrel? You see, Master and

Did that old guy Jiechen take action?"

"But if outsiders bully me that Buddhism has no one, then I have to tell them that Buddhism not only has the wrath of Vajra from Jie Chen, but also the lion's roar from me."

Outside Chang'an City, on the road to the south, there was a monk who had just sobered up from his drunkenness and set out from the Small Buddhist Temple, spending his whole life on the road in a hurry.

Monk Zhishen stood only ten miles away from Chang'an City. He stopped and gasped for air. The cloth shoes on his feet had rotted away, revealing the soles of his feet stained with blood, but Monk Zhishen had no idea.

Monk Zhishen looked at Chang'an City in the distance. If something happened to his master this time, he would feel guilty and uneasy for the rest of his life, and he would never drink again.
Chapter completed!