When he woke up the next day, Wang Yi found himself lying in his room and shook his head. He drank with Lao Li yesterday and fell unconscious. He didn't know how he came back.

Pushing open the door, cold powder blew in. Wang Yi tightened his clothes. After one night, the weather changed a bit quickly.

Walking out of the room and into the lobby, Wang Si was sitting on the table, with the bored little guy lying on the table, his little head spinning constantly.

Seeing Wang Yi walk in, Wang Si stood up quickly and came to Wang Yi's side. She bowed down and bowed in a serious manner. It was very standard. It seemed that someone had taught her, "Mr. Nice Guy, I know I was wrong. Yesterday I was talking to Sister Qin."

I borrowed the money and gave it back to the old man at the entrance of the alley."

After Wang Yi heard this, he gently touched Wang Si's little head and said softly: "Wang Si, have you remembered the lesson this time?"

Wang Si shrugged his nose, and the chicken pecked the rice, "Remember sir, I won't do this again."

Wang Yi smiled slightly and was in a good mood. He brought Wang Si to the table. Wang Yi took out a book. The book was not the kind that is widely circulated in the world. It was just a landscape travelogue. Wang Yi opened the book and taught him word by word.

To Wang Si.

Wang Si sat aside. The little guy was attentive and listened very seriously. However, the little guy just remembered which hero in the book was a heroic hero and took action when there was injustice on the road.

There was also a senior with unparalleled martial arts skills who met a friend with the same temperament in the world of martial arts. The two of them traveled together and killed all the corrupt officials.

Or maybe the food in that place is delicious, what are its characteristics, and is it as delicious as Sister Qin’s food?

The little guy didn't know if this was right, so he took a sneak look at Mr. Nice Guy's expression, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with him. Wang Si put his mind at ease and listened intently to Wang Yi's explanation.

Time flies by so fast that no one can control it at all.

After teaching Wang Si, when Wang Yi walked out of the lobby, the sun was about to reach his head. Master Jiechen, monk Jie Tong and monk Zhishen who had woken up were standing in the courtyard, as if waiting for someone. Li Taibai stood with his sword.

over there.

Seeing Wang Yi come out, Master Jiechen stepped forward with a smile and silently recited the Buddha's name, "Almsgiver Wang, this poor monk has thanked me for saving my life twice."

Wang Yi hurriedly returned the gift, feeling flattered and said, "Master's words are serious, but it's just that the road is uneven."

Master Jiechen continued: "This disciple of mine told me that my junior fellow from Jingxin Temple once gave Donor Wang a string of Buddhist beads?"

Wang Yi nodded and took out the beads, "It's true. This is what the abbot gave to me before he died."

Master Jiechen took the beads, took off his own, put the two beads together, then closed his eyes, and the golden light on his body lit up, like an enlightened monk.

Monk Zhishen wanted to say something, but was stopped by Jie Tong. Jie Tong shook his head and motioned to Monk Zhishen.

Regardless, Monk Zhishen had no choice but to give up.

After a moment, the golden light dissipated, and Jiechen slowly opened his eyes and handed the beads back to Wang Yi, "Donor Wang, the poor monk said that day outside Chang'an City, when will Donor Wang be able to completely use the Buddhist energy for his own use?

Then the realm of a saint is like something in a bag. Now the poor monk has given all his energy to the donor Wang, hoping that the donor will achieve unlimited success in the future."

Wang Yi looked at the Buddhist beads in his hand and stood there blankly. He knew that the gift given by Master Jiechen was a bit heavy, because it was this thing that caused Master Jiechen to cause trouble.

"Master, I..."

Jiechen waved his hand and continued: "Donor Wang, don't worry. Now that the secrets have returned to normal, if they try to steal your Qi again, it is tantamount to acting against nature and will not succeed, so Donor Wang can rest assured."

"The mountain is high and the road is far, and the righteousness is strong. I hope Donor Wang can come to the Little Buddha Temple as a guest when he has time."

Wang Yi took a step back, bent down and saluted, an authentic Confucian etiquette, "Master is so kind to me, Wang Yi deserves it."

With a smile on his face, Jiechen said, "There are too few people like Donor Wang in this world. The poor monk's ability is limited, but we can't let people like Donor Wang feel cold. We can do what we can. The old monk can still do it."

."

Wang Yi stood there and didn't get up for a long time.

Jiechen shook his head and left. Monk Zhishen stepped out and patted his chest, "Wang Yi, Sajia is a rough man, and he won't say the same things as Master, but Sajia put his words here today, one day

If you can go to the Sa family, send someone to the small Buddhist temple to tell them, and the Sa family will not be ambiguous."

Wang Yi nodded and said softly: "Master Zhishen's words are serious."

Monk Zhishen touched his bald head, smiled, clasped his fists and said goodbye to Wang Yi. Li Taibai walked to Wang Yi's side and patted Wang Yi on the shoulder, "Boy Wang, I'm leaving too. This time I'll take it."

I’ll let you meet my apprentice if I have a chance.”

"Not for a few more days."

Li Taibai waved his hand, "No, let's send Master Jiechen back to the small Buddhist temple first, and then he will teach his disciples. I hope that boy won't be as stupid as you were back then."

Wang Yi was very aggrieved and wanted to cry but had no tears. Why was he so stupid? It was because your swordsmanship was too difficult.

Li Taibai raised the immortal sword Taibai high in his hand, then turned and left, leaving only Jie Tong standing there.

Wang Yi thought of a sentence in his mind.

The road to the world is long and the future is long.

"The Buddhist family can escape the disaster this time, thanks to Donor Wang. Jie Tong is just the abbot of a large Buddhist temple. There is nothing left to give to Donor Wang."

Wang Yi quickly refused. He was a little overwhelmed by the gift Jiechen had just given him. If another gift came to him, Wang Yi would have to consider whether to become a monk.

Suddenly Wang Yi seemed to have thought of something, and begged Master Jie Tong: "Master, I don't know if you

Will it be transcended?"

Jie Tong was stunned when he heard this, clasped his hands and said, "Of course, I don't know who Wang Shi wants to save."

Wang Yi began to breathe heavily, "For my parents, when my parents passed away, my family had no money to hire a senior monk to perform the ritual, so they could only buy a coffin and a mourning hall and do it hastily."

Jie Tong nodded, with a solemn look on his face, "Yes, although the poor monk is not an eminent monk, you can rest assured that Donor Wang can leave it to me for salvation."

After Jie Tong said this, he chanted the Buddha's name again to Wang Yi, and then left slowly.

In the small courtyard, the sound of Wang Si's reading gradually came from the room. Wang Yi stood alone, with his head lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

A carriage slowly drove out from Ziwu Lane and left Chang'an City.

Li Taibai was sitting outside driving the carriage, and monk Zhishen was sitting next to the master, leaning there. Since he knew that the master was fine, the top priority now was to return to the Little Buddha Temple, but the journey was very boring.

"Master, why don't you find out the person behind the scenes?"

Jiechen glanced at the impatient disciple next to him, "Disciple, people of your generation just want to see everything clearly and live too clearly, so in the end they get nothing."

"Mr. Zheng Huaixian once said something good. It's rare to be confused. So what if Master, an old man, explains it here? It's a blessing that the three religions are back to normal again."

Monk Zhishen said angrily: "But Master should not be treated like this."

Jiechen looked at his apprentice who was fighting for him, he just smiled and stopped talking.

"Master, what did Master Jie Tong do?"

Jiechen looked outside the carriage and murmured: "He, he went to seek Dharma for the Buddhists."

After asking for directions from countless people, Jietong finally found the location of the Qintian Prison. As the Qintian Prison built by the emperor himself, it is located in the east city of Chang'an City.

Jie Tong stood at the gate of Qin Tian Prison, took a deep breath, and then everyone in Chang'an City heard a voice, "Buddhist, abbot of the Great Buddha Temple, Monk Jie Tong, asked about Buddhism in Qin Tian Prison today."

"May I ask Taoist Master Gao, what is the compassion of our Buddha?"

On this day, most of the Qin Tianjian Qi practitioners were killed or injured, and no one dared to stop Jie Tong from leaving.

Jie Tong returned to the carriage covered in blood, put his index finger to his mouth, and made a silent gesture to the surprised Li Taibai beside him.

Outside Chang'an City, the carriage was driving under the setting sun, and its shadow was stretched very, very long.

On this day, one of the four great generals of the Ming Dynasty, Xu Tiande, who was personally named the Duke of Wei by Taizu, committed suicide and was killed in Jiming Temple. He demanded a thorough investigation into the rule of King Liang. The soldiers killed the common people and used the heads of common people to pass off as the heads of Northern Qi soldiers.

, a case in exchange for military merit.
Chapter completed!