Chapter 807 Fraud Occurred?

A thunderstorm lasted for a long time. Even though there were no more lightning and thunder, the rain continued to fall.

The initiators of this rain, the demon and the immortal on both sides of the fight, finally ended when the thunder stopped.

The sword immortal stood on the cloud. The cat demon who had just fought with him had disappeared. However, it was not that he succeeded in killing the other party, but that the other party had escaped and left, and the direction was not Pingzhou.

To be honest, this fight caused a considerable blow to the sword immortal's confidence.

In fact, when Taoism reaches a certain level, sometimes fighting is not a process of continuous struggle. The combination of cultivation, magic, time, place and other factors often results in victory or defeat in an instant.

Just like the sword immortal killing the demon, many times there is no time for the other party to react.

"This monster has seen through all my sword moves and can even feel the changes in my sword intent."

The sword immortal murmured. Although it seemed that he had forced the monster back, he had no joy in his heart. He even had a slightly absurd feeling for the first time. Could this monster's Taoism be higher than his?

With this monster's skills, does he still need to hang around in the human world?

So it's really like what the monster said, he just happened to be here, wandering around in the human world for a while.

Or this monster is planning something big.——

In Pingzhou City, in the living room of the Wang family, Master Jin Guang and Wu Sun Heng were sitting in the hall, and Master Wang brought Wang Shicai over.

Wang Shicai came to the old monk with some trepidation, he was afraid that the other party would really take him to the mountains to become a monk, but the old monk was kind, just looked at Wang Shicai for a while and nodded, then took out a scripture from his monk bag and handed it to Wang Shicai.

Seeing his son subconsciously taking it, Master Wang asked in confusion.

"Master, what do you mean?"

The old monk smiled and said.

"Young Master Wang is in poor health and has bad luck. The method of Master Wu is already mysterious enough, but I am afraid that Young Master Wang will find it difficult to keep his mind. Please read the scriptures in this scripture diligently and do morning and evening lessons from today!"

"Ah?"

Wang Shicai was stunned for a moment, and Master Wang hurriedly agreed.

"Yes, Wang will definitely urge Shicai!"

The old monk nodded.

"That's great! If you can calm down and read the Buddhist scriptures, your worries will disappear in the long run!"

Wusun Heng was thinking on the side, and probably understood Master Jin Guang's intention. The old monk should understand that Wang Shicai's body acupoints are now blocked by Taoist methods, and resting can also be useful.

As far as Wang Shicai himself is concerned, the biggest problem is not the outside. Even if there is no worry like demons, his own mentality and desires will sooner or later make him lose his skills. At that time, the magic on his body will be broken, and it may "collapse", and it will be difficult to save the world.

This scripture is to stabilize Wang Shicai's mentality. Even if he said it without thinking at first, he will gradually calm down over time.

Wang Shicai accepted the scripture and couldn't help asking.

"Then Master, when can you and Master Wu get rid of the demon and solve the problem? I, I still have to leave a descendant for the Wang family, I can't always do this, right?"

Wusun Heng glanced at Wang Shicai and knew what he was thinking. Mr. Wang on the side should also understand his son's true thoughts, but he also looked at the old monk with expectation. After all, what his son said was the truth.

"Buddha is merciful. When it can be solved, it will be solved naturally. Please don't worry!"

Wusun Heng sneered on the side.

"Humph, you might as well learn to memorize the scriptures earlier, recite the scriptures with your heart, and eliminate all the unbearable thoughts in your heart. It will be good for you and the Wang family! By the way, in addition to the morning and evening classes of reciting scriptures, you can't fall behind in the kung fu I asked you to practice!"

In other words, during this period, in addition to still practicing the slow kung fu of recuperating the body taught by Wusun Heng, there are also daily morning and evening classes of reciting scriptures? Do I have any other time?

Wang Shicai frowned and said nothing, while Master Wang on the side hurriedly agreed.

"Yes, yes, my son will definitely do it carefully, Shicai, speak up."

"I will definitely do it carefully."

"Good!"

The old monk said this, and Wang Xingfu began to show his courtesy again.

"Master, you are tired from the journey. I have ordered people to prepare a vegetarian Zen room. Please take a rest. I will make you feel at home at noon!"

The old monk shook his head.

"Donor, you should go and rest. I have my own plans!"

Before the Wang family could say anything, Wusun Heng approached Master Wang and said a few words, then he and the old monk held an umbrella and temporarily left the Wang family.

In Wusun Heng's opinion, today's timing was right. The master was staring at the monster, and he and Master Jin Guang were just doing it.

——

Another special guest came to Suping Inn today. He just sat in the inner position of the inn hall, asked for a pot of water, a bowl of rice, and a plate of vegetables, and sat there after finishing the meal and paying.

The person who came was Master Jin Guang, the abbot of Gaochang Temple. Since the afternoon, he sat in the corner of the hall of the inn and chanted silently. Seeing this, the innkeeper and the waiter did not disturb him, but looked over there from time to time.

The monk's chanting was not loud, and the waiter could only hear it clearly when he was close to him.

But the sound was very loud. When Zheng Yiming was reading and copying books in the woodshed, he could hear it clearly from vague to audible.

At this moment, Zheng Yiming had stopped writing, and his sidelong eyes were unfocused. He just listened to the sound quietly. The sound was neither fast nor slow and would not stop.

"Chanting sound?"

Zheng Yiming just listened quietly for a while and felt that his mind was calmer. He did not mind the noise of the scriptures, but continued to read and copy in the sound of the scriptures, and even understood some of the books in a deeper way.

When the inn was free in the afternoon, Ke Xiaofa ran to the woodshed behind to see Zheng Yiming.

Seeing Zheng Yiming writing seriously, Ke Xiaofa stood aside and did not dare to disturb. He just carefully placed a plate of snacks on the corner of the table. He collected them from the remaining places of the guests at the two tables and they were all clean.

"Xiaofa, did you hear the sound of chanting sutras?"

Zheng Yiming was still writing when he suddenly asked this question and looked up at the person coming. Ke Xiaofa suddenly smiled.

"Mr. Zheng, your ears are really good. How did you hear it from so far away? There is indeed an old monk chanting sutras in the corner of the hall, but the sound is not loud and does not disturb others. It has been almost an afternoon. I asked the shopkeeper if he should be called away. The shopkeeper said there was no shortage of tables anyway, so he let him go."

"I see."

Zheng Yiming nodded and looked at the snacks on the corner of the table, which was a stack of mung bean cakes.

"Let's do this, you bring this snack to the master's table for me, and give me a pot of good tea. I will give the tea money to the shopkeeper, and I will tell the master that I thank him for reciting sutras and helping me calm down!"

Ke Xiaofa frowned, but still agreed.

"oh"

After a while, Ke Xiaofa held a pot of hot tea in one hand and a stack of mung bean cakes in the other. He put the things on the old monk's table and relayed Zheng Yiming's words.

The old monk who had been chanting sutras but had not responded stopped his chanting and looked at Ke Xiaofa in surprise.

"That's what the donor Zheng really said?"

Ke Xiaofa scratched his head.

"How can this be fake? Master, please use it with ease. If you need anything, call me!"

After saying this, Ke Xiaofa went about his own business. At this moment, only the voice of the shopkeeper dialing the abacus was the clearest in the inn.

In the evening, the rain stopped, and the old monk was walking on the street. Not long after, Wu Sunheng came to him.

Wu Sunheng's expression was not very good at this moment, because he already knew from his master that instead of being able to kill or seriously injure the monster, he actually let her run away quite calmly.

Putting aside these things for the time being, Wu Sunheng asked the old monk.

"Master Jinguang, what happened?"

The old monk frowned and said nothing. After a long time, he looked at Wusun Heng.

"Is this donor Zheng really bewitched by a demon?"

"Hmm? Master, what do you mean by this?"

Wu Sunheng didn't understand why the old monk asked, and the latter thought for a moment before continuing.

"Lao Na was chanting sutras in that inn, and Almsgiver Zheng was calm and relaxed without any discomfort. On the contrary, he wrote wonderful articles. He didn't seem to be bewitched by a demon!"

Wu Sunheng looked surprised. He didn't think that today would happen overnight. He thought that Zheng Yiming might be furious, thought that the old monk would be kicked out, and even thought that there might be a little demon showing up, but he never thought about what the old monk said. These.

"Master can't be mistaken, can he?"

The old monk shook his head.

"This benefactor Zheng has extraordinary energy and wisdom!"

In a residential house behind Suping Inn, Yu Xinmei was sitting on the bed in the house. She finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was almost bored to death by the sound of chanting this afternoon. This old monk was so good at chanting. Didn't he seem to even stop to take a sip of water?

But this old monk won't come every day in the future. This trick is too damaging. Yu Xinmei admits that she can't stand it, but she doesn't dare to show up easily these days.

At this moment, Yu Xinmei's expression suddenly changed slightly, and she subconsciously stood up from the bed. She wanted to rush to the inn but resisted the urge.

A team of officers and soldiers from Suping Inn suddenly rushed in, frightening the customers in the hall to look shocked, and the shopkeeper even walked out from the counter.

"Gentlemen, what happened?"

The leading officers and soldiers looked around and then at the shopkeeper.

"Is Zheng Yiming here?"

The shopkeeper's heart skipped a beat.

"Here, Master Jun, is there any misunderstanding?"

"It's an important case related to the imperial court. The imperial envoy will be arriving in Pingzhou soon. He ordered us to go to Pingzhou first to control all relevant people. Is he here? If he knows and fails to report it, he will be punished with the same crime!"

The shopkeeper was so frightened that his face turned pale.

"Uh, yes, in the woodshed."

"Walk!"

Several officers and soldiers rushed to the rear, and at this moment Ke Xiaofa had already rushed to the woodshed.

"Mr. Zheng, there are many officers and soldiers coming outside, they..."

Before Ke Xiaofa could finish his words, some officers and soldiers rushed into the firewood shed and saw the scholar sitting on the firewood quilt behind the desk. He was holding a pen with a look of astonishment on his face, and beside him was an inn boy.

"Master Jun, this is"

Zheng Yiming wanted to ask, but the leading officers and soldiers just waved their hands.

"Take it!"

Several officers and soldiers stepped forward, held Zheng Yiming down without any explanation, and then escorted and dragged him away.