Chapter 285.

Hengyuan frowned, feeling that something was wrong, from the moment he declared his name, the expressions of the two gatekeeper monks were strange.

The pass was followed by plausible hostility.

“Please lead the way!” Hengyuan lowered his eyebrows.

Led by the guardian monks, they passed through the front yard and the main building and arrived at the back yard.

Under the eaves, in the veranda, stood a middle-aged monk, dressed in ascetic nakas for easy trekking, with a round face and fat earlobes.

The face was expressionless as he looked at Hengyuan.

“Qinglong Temple Heng Yuan?” Monk Pure Dust’s gaze sharply scrutinized Hengyuan.

“It is the poor monk.”

Monk Hengyuan was also scrutinizing Pure Dust, and by this point, he had already realized that this group of fellow disciples from the Western Regions harbored seemingly hostile intentions towards him.

Everest wondered what the hostility was all about, realizing that there had been no previous contact between the two sides.

“Monks don’t lie!” Monk Pure Dust said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, the most intuitive feeling Hengyuan had was an alarm bell ringing in his ear that he could not lie and answer honestly.

“It is none other than Poor Monk.” Hengyuan folded his hands and said frankly.

Monk Pure Dust was silent.

He had just used the Lawgiver’s ability and could confirm that the monk who called himself Heng Yuan was not lying, unless the other party was also a Lawgiver and could modify the precepts on his own.

The question is, if this one in front of me is Hengyuan, who was that one just now?

What’s he up to?

Pure Dust carefully reviewed the conversation and realized with a creep that the other party had come here for Sang Po’s seal.

In that case, the nature of the matter was not as simple as impersonating Hengyuan, it was about the Demon Monk, he had to be careful.

“The martial arts monk in the party also knows the Buddhist lion’s roar, even if it’s not Hengyuan, it must be someone from the Buddhist Sect …….. This one in front of me, even if he really is Hengyuan, is his arrival really just a visit with no other intentions?”

With all the thoughts flashing by, Monk Pure Dust made an instant decision, pointing at Hengyuan and drinking, “Take it down!”

Immediately, two monks in green-colored nakas came forward and pressed Hengyuan’s shoulders.

Bang!

With a swing of his qi, Hengyuan easily shook the two monks out.

In the corridor, Monk Pure Dust cupped his hands and chanted, “The body cannot move, the hands cannot move, and the mouth cannot speak.”

As the words fell, watery golden ripples rippled out from the hand seals, gently but firmly sweeping over Hengyuan.

In an instant, Hengyuan was like being trapped in a quagmire, his body had lost control except for his mind, which was still functioning.

“Boom Boom Boom ……..”

An air ripple exploded around Hengyuan’s body, like a small firework.

He was fighting the commandments with brute force, trying to break out of the mire.

Pure Dust frowned, this monk who called himself Heng Yuan was stronger than he expected. He couldn’t help but drink, “Take it down quickly!”

The room was rushed out by a few more martial monks, a couple of mages and Zen masters, the latter two were low on combat power and had to rely on the martial monks to get their hands on the men.

However, before the monks surrounded, Hengyuan broke through the “precepts”, dragged out the shadow with great speed, and pounced on the Pure Dust Monk.

Hengyuan got angry and wanted to strike to teach this fellow disciple from the west a lesson.

Right at this moment, a figure blocked in front of Pure Dust, it was the young monk Jingshi who wore a green-colored nakama with a clear brow.

He looked at the lunging Hengyuan with a calm expression and slapped out a palm.

When the palm just started, there was no abnormality, but in the process, a little bit of gold paint from the center of the palm dense, quickly covering the palms, arms, followed by the whole person is like a gold paint sculpture.

When!

The palm happened to push on Hengyuan’s chest, and the latter flew out as if he had been hit in the chest by a siege log, crashing through the wall of the inner courtyard and through the wall of the main building.

The stagehands were dying of fear, hiding in their houses and shivering, not daring to come out.

This group of monks had just moved in and were fighting with people, so in a few days, wouldn’t they be tearing down the stagecoach station?

“Ahem …….”

With a vaguely painful cough, Monk Everest stepped out and stared at Jinsi without speaking.

Pure Dust said indifferently, “You should stay at the stagecoach station, and wait for Uncle Du Yu to come back, he will have something to ask you.”

Hengyuan nodded, “Good.”

At the end of the word “good”, he once again transformed into a residual shadow and ferociously pounced over, but the target was not Pure Dust, but Pure Thought.

Body surface exudes a metallic texture of the net Si again raised his hand, a palm slap to Hengyuan, this time did not hit, but let Hengyuan cut off the arm joints, casserole large fists connected to the face of the continuous smash, issued a “dang dang dang” loud sound.

Taking a blow to the face, Jyoshi slammed a head hammer into Everest, and after the two men crackled and exchanged a dozen strikes, Jyoshi was once again countered.

Everest grabbed his wrist and with a deep, low growl, he slammed Jynx to the ground with an over-the-shoulder slam.

Boom!

The bricks laid in the courtyard were instantly blasted into the sky and the ground crumbled.

Hengyuan’s knee was at Jingshi’s throat, and his right fist turned into a stuttering shadow, smashing his head furiously one after another.

Dang dang dang …….. It was like ringing a bell, and the sound waves were interspersed with air waves, ravaging every corner of the courtyard.

Tiles crackle and slide, flowerbeds explode, willows snap …….. It was a mess in an instant.

Jynx was defenseless and could only cover her face to take the blows.

“Enough!” Pure Dust said in a deep voice.

Only then did Hengyuan stop, shaking his bloody fist and staring coldly at Jingshi: “Just thick skin.”

By this point, the martial arts monk’s tantrum had finally been vented.

Xu Qi’an has always misunderstood Hengyuan, thinking that the other party is a simple and gentle “Lu Zhishen”, but in fact Hengyuan is a thug in this thick and simple coat.

A person whose temper is not violent cannot do the act of breaking into the Pingyuan Burial Mansion at night and leaving after killing someone.

It was only in Hengyuan’s mind that Lord Xu was a kind and generous man, and such a good man deserved to be treated with gentleness by himself.

After entering the station, he was targeted everywhere, came with good intentions, but encountered the “stick”, not to mention the heart of how angry. In such a situation, this little monk is still out to pretend to be a bully, as if he is Hengyuan is a piece of trash, a palm will be randomly knocked away.

It turned out to be just a little monk with thick skin.

………

The early spring sun hung lukewarm in the west at the beginning of the shenanigans.

Holding a Zen staff in his hand and clad in a gold and red robe, Master Du Du returned with a trusting step; he paused at the entrance to the stagecoach before taking a step out into the inner courtyard.

The inner courtyard was a mess, with stagehands stepping on ladders to the roof and laying tiles. The military monks carried sand and earth to tamp down the crumbling ground.

One of the hardest workers was a large, unfamiliar bald man, and Master Duo surveyed him for a few moments without speaking.

Master Duoyue’s appearance was that of a withered old monk with dark skin, his face covered in folds, and his withered body wrapped in a wide robe, making him look a bit comical.

“Uncle Shifu!”

Monk Pure Dust came out of the house and talked in the language of the West, “Something happened while you were in the palace …….”

Tell Master Doo-doo in detail what happened to the real and the fake Hengyuan.

“Hengyuan beat Jinsi senseless?”

Grandmaster Duyue twisted his head to look at Hengyuan who was working seriously.

“Yes,” Pure Dust nodded before adding, “But Senior Brother Pure Thought wasn’t injured, and the Vajra Sutra isn’t something an ordinary person can break.”

The tone was laced with pride.

Without taking a stance, Grandmaster Duoyue turned to ask, “When the first Hengyuan talked to you, did he say anything about information about evil things? For example, he knew the roots and feet of the evil creature and knew information about a certain aspect of the evil creature.”

Pure Dust recalled for a moment and shook his head, ”He only said that the seal under Sangpo was related to the Buddhist Sect, and in recounting the case, he said that he had seen the severed hand lodged on his senior brother, Heng Hui.

“Senior Uncle, this matter can actually be verified by simply summoning Heng Yuan outside to come and question him.”

Instead, Duo asked again, “He really didn’t reveal half the information about the evil creature to induce you to spit out more inside information?”

Pure Dust shook his head, “No.”

Master Du Yu gave a “hmmm”, “I know who he is, now you go to the night watchman’s office and look for the organizer, Xu Qi’an, I have something to ask him.”

………….

Xu Qi’an came out of the hookah, light and airy, feeling that his bones were crispy, enjoying the horse killing chicken while watching the opera and listening to the music, this kind of day is really free.

For an hour, the girls in the hookah changed from one batch to another, coming in with smiling faces and going out with shaking hands.

“It’s a pity that the girls in the hookah’s native job is to sell seafood, not professional massage, the level is still poor. In this era, there are greenhouses, there is the Department of Education, and there are hookahs, but there are fewer footbaths and massage parlors, which is a pity.”

At this point in time, it was already time to leave, so there was no need to go to the government office, Xu Qi’an hired a carriage by the side of the road and returned to the Xu Mansion.

“Dailang you’re finally back, someone from the Yamen is looking for you, he’s been waiting in the mansion for a long time, and he’s drunk two pots of tea.” The concierge, Old Zhang, saw that Dalang had returned and hurriedly greeted him.

The court has something to find me ……. Xu Qi’an pondered briefly and guessed that it was someone from the Western Buddhist Sect looking for him.

Entering the parlor, he saw a black-clad mandarin sitting in a chair drinking tea, his eyes frequently looking out.

“Aigoo, you’ve finally returned, Lord Xu.”

After countless looks, he finally saw Xu Qi’an’s figure, and this black-clothed official was overjoyed, saying, “If you don’t come back, when the curfew is over, I’ll have no choice but to stay overnight in your residence.”

“What is it.” Xu Qi’an went straight to the point.

“Not long ago a Buddhist monk came to the Yamen to look for you, and when he failed to find you, he went to see Lord Wei. Duke Wei sent me to wait for you at the courthouse.” The black-clothed official said.

But it is just a monk, Wei Yuan is guilty of such solemn treatment? He westerners count what things, my hall east of the Middle Kingdom, when can I stand up, gas shaking cold.

Xu Qi’an said expressionlessly, “Got it, I’ll meet up later.”

The black-clothed official sighed with relief and intended to take his leave, but suddenly remembered something and laughed, “When Duke Wei heard that you’ve been loitering around lately, not waiting for dispatches at the yamen or patrolling the streets, he got angry and said that you’ve lost your salary for three months.”

…….. This, dad, there’s something to discuss! Xu Qi’an’s face froze.

Sending off the black-clothed officials, Xu Qi’an remembered that his own filly had been left behind at the night watchman’s court, so he ordered his subordinates to go and fetch Xu Erlang’s mount.

The Xu Mansion had three horses, which were the mounts of Xu Pingzhi, Xu Dalang Erlang. A carriage, exclusively for the women’s families to use when traveling.

Hearing that his elder brother had returned, Xu New Year hurriedly came out of the study and said worriedly, “Elder brother, after you left today, those two people with misguided intentions came again.”

“What?” Xu Qi’an didn’t react for a moment.

“A green-shirted swordsman and a monk who looks more like a butcher. They came uninvited and said they were saying congratulations. Father said the visitors were guests, so he invited them into the house for a drink.”

Xu New Year frowned, “I always feel like they’re looking at me strangely.”

Xu Qi’an remembered that when she saw Hengyuan in the afternoon, he seemed to have said that he had just come out of the Xu Mansion for a drink.

“Erlang ah, there is no need to care about these nobodies, you are now a Huiyuan, your vision is in a higher sky.” Xu Qi’an didn’t know how to comfort his little old brother anymore, patting him on the shoulder:

“Lend me your mount and I’ll return it to you tomorrow.”

Just at this moment, the subordinate brought the horse from the back door and marched outside the gate, Xu Qi’an immediately flashed.

By the time he came to the San Yang stage again, the setting sun was already hanging in the west, and the dusk sunlight was a magnificent golden red.

“You ……..”

The two monks guarding the door knew that they had been cheated of their feelings and stared at Xu Qi’an with a displeased expression.

“This officer, Xu Qi’an, is the organizing officer of the Sang Po case, Master Du Yu summoned me here, lead the way.” Xu Qi’an smiled and handed over the reins.

The two monks guarding the door took a deep breath, restrained their anger, one took the reins, and the other made a “please” gesture.

With the monk at the gate, he entered the post and came to the inner courtyard.

It looks like there’s just been a fight here …….. Hengyuan also works here …….. Guilty as charged, I’ll be a good person from now on.

He bowed his head somewhat sheepishly, not looking at Monk Hengyuan, and entered a room under the guidance of the monk guarding the door.

There were three monks in the room, the one in the center sat on the collapse, a dark-skinned old monk with a wrinkled face plate and a withered body that could not hold up the loose robe, which was a bit funny at first glance.

To the left and right were Jodan and Jyosi, who had met each other.

Pure Dust stared at Xu Qi’an with a mischievous expression.

“Master Du Du!” Xu Qi’an clasped his hands together and saluted.

The old monk returned the salute and said gently, “Why is Lord Xu pretending to be Qinglong Temple’s martial arts monk Heng Yuan?”

Xu Qi’an was serious and replied, “I want to figure out what is sealed underneath Sang Po.”

The old monk narrowed his eyes and looked at him silently. That calm and gentle gaze was as if it was a body scanner.

In front of this old monk, Xu Qi’an didn’t dare to have any inner drama, collecting his scattered thoughts to keep himself from imagining things, saying:

“Sangpo case is this official single-handedly investigated, I found that there are many secrets, Yongzhen Shanhe Temple was built on top of a large formation, the formation sealed the evil creature. After the Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple blew up and the evil creature got out of the trap, this official personally went down to the water to investigate, and found that on the remaining stone pillars of the formation, there was a Buddhist text engraved on them.

“At first, I thought that what was sealed under the sangpo was the previous generation of supervisors, but as the case progressed, with the appearance of Heng Hui, it turned out that what was sealed under the sangpo was a severed hand.

“This official thus speculates that the broken hand is related to the Buddhist sect. But whether it is the Supervisor, or the Royal Family, this is kept secret.

“I, Xu Qi’an, have solved many great cases in the capital, and there is no case that I cannot find out. But this doubt, then, is like a fish in my throat, making me sleepless at night for a while, and unable to think about my meals.”

Master Duo nodded slowly, “Hence that previous test?”

“Exactly!” Xu Qi’an said.

This statement was already thought of long ago when he impersonated Hengyuan, disguising himself as a “madman” obsessed with solving the case, who was obsessed with the origin of the severed hand and the hidden secret behind it.

So after the Western mission entered the capital, he impersonated Hengyuan and came here to test the waters.

There was nothing wrong with his probing, and all the questions were on point, not volunteering any information about Monk Shinshu, fully playing the role of an organizing officer who only knew one thing and not the other.

Master Du Du smiled, “Lord Xu wants to know information about the evil creature?”

Xu Qi’an was delighted in his heart, appropriately revealing his desire to know, “Master is willing to tell?”

The withered old monk laughed, “There is nothing wrong with that, but you have to enter my Buddhist sect and become a disciple under the poor monk.”

Roll the calf ……. Xu Qi’an’s face twitched as he shook his head and refused, “This official cultivates martial arts, and is unable to cultivate Buddhist mind techniques any longer.”

Master Duyue seemed to have known that there would be such a reply, and said nonchalantly, “You can turn a martial monk.”

You can turn into a martial arts monk ……. The monk and the martial artist are really on the same path, and I was right in guessing that the Buddhist monk system is meant for the “outer disciples”.

A suspicion Xu Qi’an had pressed in her heart for a long time was confirmed.

And what is the next rank of an 8th grade martial artist?

“Can you take a wife and have children?” He asked.

“Although martial monks don’t have to keep the precepts, they can’t take wives or have children. This has nothing to do with cultivation but the rules of the Buddhist sect.” Grandmaster Duo shook his head:

“Once you enter the Buddhist sect, you are a monk, and the same is true for martial monks. Since one is a monk, how can one become a family.”

Xu Qi’an face of regret: “I am very yearning for the Buddhist sect, naihe family nine generations of single transmission, hey …… it seems that I have no chance with the Buddhist sect, is really a great regret in my life.”

Master Du Yu was a little happy, not expecting Xu Qi’an to be so friendly to the Buddhist Sect.

“If Lord Xu has anything he wants to ask in the future, just come to the post and ask, and the poor monk will tell you whatever he can. There’s no need to disguise yourself as a Buddhist disciple.”

“I am aware of my mistake.”

Duo nodded and instructed Jinsi to deliver it.

When Jing Si sent Xu Qi’an away and returned to his room, Master Du Yu said in a deep voice, “Summon Heng Yuan into the room.”

“Yes!”

Pure Dust went out and shouted.

In a few moments, the dusty Hengyuan returned along with Pure Dust, and Master Duo Yu laughed, “Pan Shu called me a senior uncle, and since you are his disciple, you can call me senior uncle.”

In fact, there was no relationship in terms of seniority between the Western Region Buddhist Sect and the Green Dragon Temple, and before, out of politeness, Pure Dust and Xu Qi’an had referred to each other as masters and brothers.

“Senior Uncle.” Hengyuan folded his hands.

Master Du Du nodded and asked, “I heard from Pure Dust that that Silver Gong Xu Qi’an claimed to be a close friend of yours?”

Everest replied, “Yes.”

“The previous misunderstandings were all caused by this person, and you have no complaints in your heart?” Grandmaster Duoyue stared at Hengyuan.

“Whatever Lord Xu does, disciples can be forgiving and understanding.” Hengyuan said.

He owed two lives to Three and one to Xu Qi’an, and these were great favors.

Duo nodded again, “What a man he is.”

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PS: Shift before change, I think I got 10,000 words today.