As a Dharma conference in Jiming Temple, it is naturally crowded with people.

An endless sea of ​​people were kneeling and sitting under the platform, some were dignitaries drinking tea under umbrellas, or the poor were drinking well water to relieve the heat.

In the center of the square of Jiming Temple, a huge platform was erected. At this time, a young monk faced the scorching sun and spoke the wisdom from Buddhist scriptures to the people below.

In a corner of the square, Li Longji and the old man stood in a corner, watching the disciples and junior brothers on the stage shine with smiles on their faces.

"That's right, that kid Huitong is really eloquent. Look, I should use my annotation for this sentence. It's true." The old man stroked his beard and gave instructions to the disciples on the stage.

Li Longji looked helpless at this time, so you should put the smile on your face away, you can hardly close your mouth with laughter.

Perhaps noticing Li Longji's expression, the old man coughed a few times, stopped smiling, and returned to his usual expression.

At this time, a man in simple clothes and gray hair came to Li Longji and said: "Master, Master Daoyan, Master Yang is here."

"Well, ask him to come over." Li Longji did not look away, but said casually. But his tone was indifferent, as if he was very dissatisfied that someone was disturbing his master and apprentice.

"yes"

After the visitor withdrew, Li Longji looked at his teacher with a nonchalant attitude, and knew that the teacher probably didn't want to see him.

Yang Yucheng was led to Li Longji's side.

"Your Majesty, Yang Zhao pays homage to the Emperor." As he spoke, Yang Zhao knelt down and bowed.

"Okay, don't do this outside." Li Longji looked at Yang Zhao's actions and hurriedly stopped him.

Yang Zhao stood up from his half-kneeling position and clasped his hands towards the old man: "Meet Master Dao Yan."

"Amitabha." Even if he no longer dislikes this Yang Zhao, there is a saying that does not hit the smiling person. The old man replied to Yang Zhao with a Buddhist saying.

"Your Majesty, the Buddhist scriptures of the young master on the stage today are probably extraordinary, and the audience in the audience are all intoxicated at this time." Yang Zhao took a step back, leaving enough space for Li Longji and the old man. "Even the veteran minister

This person who has been practicing for many years is almost addicted."

"You Yang Yucheng." When Li Longji heard this, he pointed at Yang Zhao and laughed. As an emperor, how could he not see Yang Zhao's little thoughts?

But even so, my mood got even better.

Li Longji glanced at his master who was focusing on his junior brother on the stage. The smile on his face became even stronger at this time.

As expected of Yang Zhao.

Outside Jiming Temple, Wang Yi was leading a team of people to Jiming Temple.

Originally, after meeting Lu Zhong yesterday, he was taken to his room to rest. But early this morning, he was pulled up by Ma Shun, who insisted on saying anything, went to arrest people, and announced the return of the Ming Dynasty.

"How come there are so many people?" Wang Yi saw through the curtain of the carriage that the number of carriages parked outside Jiming Temple was really too large.

"Today is a good day, little master Huitong's Dharma conference." Ma Shun leaned on the side of the carriage, holding the wine gourd he just bought on the way here, and drank sip after sip.

"Little Master Huitong?"

"That's right, the old monk's close disciple, our Emperor Ming's younger brother, how important is his status?" Ma Shun handed the gourd in his hand to Wang Yi, and Wang Yi waved his hand to indicate that he would not drink.

"It's very big. Originally, I was a little annoyed by this little master. After all, people related to the old monk,

It bothers me." Ma Shun took back the wine gourd without caring, "But this little master is famous for his kindness."

"When the young master was returning to the temple from an interview with Emperor Ming, he saw a fisherman on the road carrying a fish cage and was going to buy it on the street. He passed by the fisherman and saw the fish jumping out hard.

He immediately exchanged the gift given to him by Emperor Ming for the fish in the cage." Ma Shun rarely found a topic to talk about. This boy Wang Yi only knew how to look at the scenery along the way, and he almost suffocated himself to death.

"Monks are compassionate." Wang Yi thought of a sentence in a Buddhist scripture he had read.

Wang Yi thought about it while looking at the carriages on the road, one by one.

At this time, people around were also curious about who were the people in this carriage. The people following the carriage had serious expressions and neat movements, which were not like ordinary people. The most important thing was that there was a prison car following behind.

The carriage stopped just outside the door of Jiming Temple. Wang Yi took the lead to walk out. Looking at the three words "Jiming Temple" shining with golden light, a faint radiance came to his face.

"Let's go." Ma Shun jumped out of the carriage and walked in front, followed by the rest of the people.

As soon as they entered Jiming Temple, several people were attracted by the grand event in front of them. On the square, countless people were listening to the Dharma under the stands.

At this time, Wang Yi also felt sincerely that the young master on the stage was really a good successor to Buddhism.

However, the purpose of their trip was not the people in the square. Instead, they found the abbot of Jiming Temple under the leadership of Ma Shun. After showing the documents from the court, they came to the guest room in the backyard.

"Several donors, it is better not to use swords in this pure Buddhist land." Master Abbot clasped his hands together and called out Amitabha.

"Don't worry, Master." Ma Shun pointed to the room and said, "Master has done a great thing for the people of the world."

Master Abbot turned the beads in his hand and said the Buddha's name.

Ma Shun signaled the people behind him to enter the room, and those who followed him emitted their own starlight, disappeared, and sneaked into the room.

Wang Yi was taken along by Ma Shun. After all, Wang Yi didn't even know how to practice. If there were any shortcomings in this trip, he would be sorry.

It was the first time for Wang Yi to see Jin Yiwei handling a case. It was very strange. He wanted to see how Jin Yiwei handled the case, but when he came up, stars bloomed. He, a person who doesn't even know how to practice, how to see it. By the way, Ma Shun should know,

Wouldn't it be better to ask him yourself?

Turning around, Ma Shun chatted with the abbot about Buddhist scriptures, from Buddhist allusions to his own experiences. As they talked, it felt like they had just met at a late date. I didn’t expect this bald man to understand Buddhism. No.

Ah, who can explain the situation to me? Wang Yi saw that the two of them were talking happily, and he really couldn't get in the conversation, so he had to give up. He took this opportunity to see the most famous temple in Chang'an City.

At this time, a man with gray hair appeared not far from the room, looking at Wang Yi and the others. Wang Yi also noticed this man. He looked ordinary, but Wang Yi always felt that this man was not ordinary.

Ma Shun suddenly stopped talking to Master Abbot and stared at him closely.

The atmosphere suddenly became very solemn, and an invisible pressure appeared around everyone.

For Ma Shun, who had fought back hundreds of battles with just one word, to pay so much attention to this old man, he must be extraordinary. Wang Yi leaned close to Ma Shun.

The abbot master also noticed the existence of this person. He knew very well who this person was, but he couldn't tell him. So he sent these people away quickly so that he could go back and listen to Huitong's Dharma. Everything had nothing to do with him.

squeak

At this moment, the door of the room was opened

Open, Wang Yi looked in response, Jin Yiwei's people grabbed a person and came to Ma Shun. The man was covered in blood and covered with talismans. He was being carried out of the room by Jin Yiwei. Everyone's sight

They were all attracted.

And Ma Shun kept looking at him, his eyes never leaving the old man.

call

Wang Yi turned his head and found that the old man was missing.

Another practitioner.

"Thank you, Master." Ma Shun changed his expression from the previous conversation and became very serious, facing Master Abbot and about to leave.

"It's easy for you guys to leave. It's best to go directly back to where Jin Yiwei is, otherwise things will change if you wait too long." Master Abbot also had no choice but to act as a peacemaker.

"Don't worry, Master, we know what's going on." Ma Shun said and left with everyone.

Jiming Temple Square.

Li Longji looked at the sun shining slantly on his body, knowing that he had been out of the palace for a day and was about to return to the palace.

"Little plum."

The gray-haired man appeared behind him and bent down to answer Li Longji.

"Your Majesty, this old slave is here."

"Go back to the palace."

"Your Majesty, the men from Jinyiwei are here." Eunuch Li told him everything he had just seen.

Li Longji looked at Yang Zhao with a smile, "That's interesting."

"What do Yang Aiqing think?"

"Your Majesty, the Jin Yiwei should have real evidence when handling the case." Yang Zhao rolled up his sleeves and replied to Li Longji as a minister.

"Yeah, but I heard that the person caught has something to do with your Yang family." Li Longji stroked his beard and looked down at Yang Zhao.

"Your Majesty is joking, no matter who they are related to, Jin Yiwei can arrest them."

What a vicious heart, these words undoubtedly read Jin Yiwei's book in front of him. Forget it, Jin Yiwei has just regained their status, let them solve it themselves.

"That's good, Xiao Lizi, go back to the palace." Li Longji saluted his teacher: "Teacher and disciple, please retire."

“Have a safe journey.”

Without adding any title, it seems that the teacher is in a really good mood today.

"Just remember not to mess up your mind and go ahead."

"Yes" Li Longji left here.

Yao Daoyan said nothing about Jin Yiwei.

"Why does Yang Yucheng want to join my Buddhist sect?" Yao Daoyan looked at Yang Zhao with an unkind expression.

"Master, take care." Since he wants to be bored, he might as well leave. Yang Zhao walked towards the outside of the temple at the same time. After all, compared to the old monk's unkindness to him, more importantly, Jin Yiwei started to do something to him.

The moonlight gradually climbed up the branches. The streets were full of people rushing home after a busy day.

At this time, a group of people were also rushing on their way.

Wang Yi was restless in the carriage, wondering why Ma Shun rushed out of Jiming Temple in such a hurry and rushed to Chang'an City so anxiously.

"Ask whatever you want." Ma Shun looked at Wang Yi's hesitant behavior and found it funny. After all, he was young.

"What are we hiding from?" In Wang Yi's view, all Ma Shun's actions have a purpose, he is hiding from something, something that makes even Jin Yiwei Ma Shun afraid.

He is not stupid at all, he deserves to have read a few books.

"Hey, Wang Yi, if you want to treat me to a drink this time or when I go back, I will tell you." Ma Shun's answer was not what he asked.
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