Chapter 126.

Chapter 126.

“Ai, it seems that this is destined to be a trip with no gains.” Xu Qi’an sighed as he finally took his first sip of tea since entering the temple:

“Master, do you know about the Sangpo case that has been making the rounds in the capital recently?”

Master Hengqing did not speak.

Xu Qi’an signaled with his eyes for his colleagues to hold their peace, and continued, “The organizing officer for this case of mine was handpicked by His Majesty. This is not because I, Jane, am in the heart of the Emperor and appreciated by His Majesty .”

Xu Qi’an let out a long sigh, wanting to speak.

Master Hengqing couldn’t help but look at him.

“As it happens, this matter has also been bottled up in my heart for a long time, and since I’ve arrived at the temple, I’ll talk it over with the master.” Xu Qi’an phrased his words for a moment and said:

“Some days ago, I was ordered to raid the house of a criminal official, and His Majesty was merciful enough not to implicate the family members of the house. However, during the raid, several of my colleagues saw that the women in the house were beautiful, so they had bad intentions and wanted to forcibly abuse one of the girls, who was only twelve or thirteen years old.

“I could not bear this and stopped them at once, clashed with my superiors and nearly beheaded them. I was thus sentenced to be beheaded at the waist. Therefore, His Majesty entrusted the Sangpo case to me, allowing me to take the blame for my crimes.

“My best friend said that I was too impulsive and that the right thing to do would have been to put up with it and report it to the court afterwards, but then the girl would have been poisoned.”

Xu Qi’an looked painfully entangled, “It is said that the Buddha’s teachings are boundless and universal, may I ask Master, am I doing the right or wrong thing.”

Lu Qing was shocked and revealed a surprised look, not expecting that there was such a thing behind Xu Qi’an’s death sentence.

He is really different from other men . A gentle light flowed from the woman’s catcher’s eyes.

Master Hengqing was slightly moved, not realizing that this court eagle was still a hot-blooded person with a heart of gold. Chanting the Buddha’s name, he said:

“If the monk only needs to ask for a clear conscience, then he can’t get involved in karma.”

“Grandmaster also thinks I did wrong.” Xu Qi’an said grimly.

Heng Qing hesitated for a moment and said, “What is wrong with a cultivator having a good heart and saving people with compassion.”

Xu Qi’an pursued, “But why did the court sentence me to death?”

Master Hengqing said soothingly, “The human world is like the sea of bitterness, being in it means that one cannot help it, and very often, good intentions may not lead to good results. However, although it will be late, but will not be absent. Sang Po case is the fate of the universe, but also the opportunity of the monk.”

“Master, I’ve come to my realization!” Xu Qi’an came to a realization and turned his head to the crowd:

“Everyone heard it, Master Hengqing said that the Dafeng is the Sea of Bitterness, and the Sangpo case is the royal family’s retribution. What are you waiting for, arrest someone.”

Clank. The crowd immediately rose, and the sound of swords being drawn resounded through the quiet room.

Zen Room.

The abbot of Qinglong Temple, Master Panshu, was sixty-two years old, his bald head was no longer as shiny as it had been in his youth, and his white beard had grown to his chest.

As a Fifth Grade Ruler, he had been stuck in this realm for over twenty years.

The Buddhist system emphasizes the word enlightenment, and some monks who have been practicing Zen for decades are unable to go further until they pass away.

And some monks, suddenly like a spring breeze on the night, a moment of epiphany of the same ten thousand laws, directly omitted decades of hard training.

Master Panchu could be either the former or the latter, and no one can be sure that he or she can have an epiphany until he or she has one.

It’s called Schrödinger’s epiphany, quantum Buddhism.

“Abbot, Abbot,” a deacon came outside the courtyard and cried out anxiously across the courtyard, “A group of night watchmen have come to the temple and tied up Proctor Hengqing, saying that he has denigrated the imperial court and scorned the royal family, and that he is to be imprisoned.”

Abbot Pan Shu opened his eyes, his voice gentle, “Got it.”

The door to the quiet room opened automatically and Abbot Panchu disappeared into the chamber.

The night watchman escorted the Hengqing Supervisor to the outside of the temple, and along the way the monks gathered more and more, with hostile gazes, vaguely forming a siege, and as long as someone stepped forward, they would immediately surround this group of court hawks and dogs.

But the lewdness of the night watchman is too heavy, surrounded by this group of small ones, it is impossible to say that tomorrow a group of big ones will come and raze the Qinglong Temple to the ground.

As a result, no one is making light of the situation.

“Master don’t be afraid, when you go to the night watchman’s yamen, as long as you cooperate obediently, you will soon be released.” Xu Qi’an said in relief.

At this moment, Xu Qi’an’s smile was like the smile of a demon in Master Hengqing’s eyes. It did not serve to comfort at all.

“Amitabha!”

A grand and benevolent voice came, invariably soothing the hostility and anger of the monks.

Xu Qi’an saw an old monk clad in a red and yellow robe appear out of thin air three feet in front of him, blocking the way of the night watchmen.

“Poor Monk Pan Shu.”

“Abbot Pan Shu!” Xu Qi’an was solemn, folded his hands, returned a salute, and said, “This official has something to ask the Abbot.”

“Come with the poor monk.” Abbot Pan Shu sighed.

Re-arriving at the quiet room, this time, other than Xu Qi’an, the other watchmen, including the three silver gongs, were shielded out.

For an expert of the fifth rank, Xu Qi’an’s attitude was much more solemn; a Ruler of the fifth rank corresponded to the fifth rank of the Harmonization Realm of the Wu Fu system.

This was an expert beyond the Copper Skin and Iron Bone realm.

“Master Abbot, this official was ordered by the Emperor to investigate the Sangpo case, and occasionally discovered that one of the Jingwu Guards, a Hundredth Household, was able to conceal himself from the Sithian Supervisor’s magicians. After making multiple inquiries, I learned that Qinglong Temple has a similar magic weapon?” Xu Qi’an reminded:

“This case is of great importance, for the sake of Qinglong Temple’s well-being, Master Abbot must tell the truth. This official is not threatening the Master, I hope it can be understood.”

“This temple does have a magic artifact that can conceal its aura and hide it from any prying eyes.” Abbot Pan Shu spoke in a gentle tone.

“This object is still in the temple?”

“No!” The abbot shook his head.

Xu Qi’an did not speak, waiting quietly for an explanation.    Abbot Panshu paused for a few seconds and sighed, “The reason why Hengqing deceived Your Excellency is because this matter involves a scandal for this temple. Spreading the word may also bring great misfortune to this temple.”

“The poor monk has a disciple, Dharma name Heng Hui, gifted and intelligent, the poor monk originally had high hopes for him, but he was not purified of his six roots, and had an affair with a female incense burner who came up the mountain. He stole the dharma artifact, eloped hand in hand, and fled the capital.”

Xu Qi’an narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the abbot, and casually asked, “The identity of that female incense burner?”

Abbot Pan Shu clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha’s name in a low voice, and helplessly replied, “County Lord Pingyang.”

“!!!”

It was as if a thunderbolt had struck down in Xu Qi’an’s head.

In the Dafeng Dynasty, there were a total of the following categories of women with the title of Sheriff: the Emperor’s concubine, the Crown Prince’s daughter, the Prince’s daughter, and the King’s daughter.

Strictly speaking, apart from the eldest princess born to the Empress, the other three princesses were all commoners. However, Emperor Yuan Jing only had four daughters in his life, and since things were rare and precious, each princess was given a title, so they were addressed without the word “county” in front of them.

Although the current Crown Prince has a daughter, she is still too young to be involved with something like elopement.

Thus, Xu Qi’an deduced that this Pingyang County Lord, was a royal daughter of the clan.

The more this case was investigated, the more complicated it became, what role did the monk who eloped with the princess play in this case? Xu Qi’an asked, “When did this happen?”

“Over a year ago.” Abbot Panshu replied.

“Thank you, Master, for clearing up the confusion; there is one more thing this official would like to ask.”

“Please speak, Schizo.”

“The Green Dragon Temple is the legacy of the Pagoda Temple that was established by that Western monk, right?”

Abbot Panshu was silent, acquiescing.

“After the Yongzhen Shanhe Temple was blown up, this official had found a large formation at the bottom of the lake with Buddhist texts carved on it. That large formation was set up five hundred years ago, and the Pagoda Temple also appeared five hundred years ago. Even more interestingly, Emperor Wuzong was also five hundred years ago,” Xu Qi’an gazed at the abbot:

“When that happened, did the Western Region Buddhist Sect have any relevant records?”

When he finished speaking, Xu Qi’an saw that Monk Pan Shu’s face was incomparably ugly, losing the aloofness of an accomplished monk.

“My lord, the poor monk only asks one thing” Abbot Pan Shu stared at him with burning eyes, wanting to say but not daring to say, brewing for a long time:

“What’s underneath Sandpiper, really . . escaped?”

“A thousand times true!” Xu Qi’an replied in the affirmative.

Abbot Panshu looked like he had been dealt a great blow, and the fear in his eyes was difficult to quell; his hands trembled slightly, and he clasped his hands together, chanting Buddha’s name to cover up the loss of control of his emotions.

This reaction . Xu Qi’an was a bit surprised that the old monk’s reaction was a bit too much, and he opened the door and asked, “Is the one sealed underneath Sang Po, the Primordial Supervisor?”

The old monk was oblivious to the fact that he was just bowing his head and reciting the Buddha’s name, his white eyebrows trembling.

After a long, long time, Abbot Pan Shu’s emotions slowly calmed down, said in a deep voice: “Poor monks do not know what is sealed under the Sang Po. However, there is a saying that has been passed down since the time of the Pagoda Temple: when the Sangpo Devil comes out, the world will be in chaos.

“Back then, the Pagoda Temple was built to guard the Sangpo Seal, and later, the imperial court, fearing that the Buddhist sect would prosper, carried out the extermination of Buddhism. The Buddhist monks retreated to the Western Region, leaving only the Qinglong Temple lineage.

“Before we left, the senior monks urged us to keep a close eye on Sangpo’s movements in our lineage, and to report back as soon as there is any abnormality.”

How does this sound, how does it feel like the Buddhist Sect cares more about the Sangpo Seal than the Daebong Royal Family?

Well, the Primordial Supervisor was the First Grade, and it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that the world was in turmoil or something. After all, the First Grade is the pinnacle of the world.

“That’s all the poor monk knows, what else does your honor have to ask?”

“Nope.”

Abbot Pan Shu nodded and his body abruptly disappeared, as if he had been hard edited away.

Xu Qi’an stared wide-eyed, enviously thinking: this flash move is a bit of a show.

Ending the conversation, the sun was high in the sky and it was almost noon, Xu Qi’an and the others stayed at Qinglong Temple to enjoy a fasting meal.

“Qinglong Temple’s fasting rice is so delicious.” Chu Caiwei ate two bowls in one gulp and held the third bowl, praising it contentedly.

The fasting rice of Qinglong Temple is mixed with black rice, millet and corn, and before steaming it is drizzled with sesame oil, which makes the rice grains full, crystal clear and fragrant.

The vegetarian dishes were also done with care and color.

Xu Qi’an sat beside her, watching her eat so happily, he was also pleased and laughed, “Female cultivator, don’t just eat by yourself, the little monk has come to make a fortune.”

Chu Caiwei shielded the bowl, rolled her eyes, and said in a good humor, “Are you not eating the same as me.”

Xu Qi’an shook his head, “Little Monk doesn’t fast.”

“Then what’s the chemistry?”

“Little monk, broad daylight.”

Everyone was quite satisfied with the fasting food at Qinglong Temple, and their only regret was that there was no white phoenix meat to replenish their bodies.

Master Hengqing, who was the supervisor, sent the people to the entrance of the temple, the city people set too deep, Hengqing Supervisor got angry and didn’t say anything along the way.

Xu Qi’an suddenly remembered something and asked, “Master, do you know a monk called Heng Yuan?”

Supervisor Heng Qing’s face changed.