Chapter 410 Meeting at the Banshan Pavilion

By the Tianxiu River, the small courtyard is close to the water, and the night wind is bitterly cold.

"Maybe it's a pure coincidence. The Wolf King is always cautious and good at hiding. It's natural to change his location from time to time." Wang Zai frowned slightly and speculated.

Jiang Zhiwei looked at the quietly flowing river in front of her and said thoughtfully: "There may be someone who has been watching us and noticed the clues and notified the Wolf King in advance."

A mythical person? Meng Qi heard the song and knew its elegant meaning, so he didn't say much. Wang Zai had rich associations: "The prince and the third prince are all coming to Ying City. There is a turbulent undercurrent. It is impossible to say that someone is really watching us."

He linked this incident to the assassination of Jin Wang Zhao Yi.

He paused and said: "This bloody cloth should be used by the Wolf King to wrap his wounds. Why don't you let me take it away and see if I can trace it back to him through the Bai family's magic."

The Bai family comes from the southern barbarians, and it is rumored that they possess poison and poison magic, and there is no shortage of methods for blood detection and tracking. Therefore, Wang Zai said this. If not, I am afraid that he would have to ask an expert from outside or the two true disciples of Buddhism and Taoism to use his magical powers such as clairvoyance. , lock the trace with blood.

"Okay." Meng Qi nodded, "But the Wolf King's departure is not in a hurry. Since he left behind a bloody strip of cloth, I'm afraid there is a way to avoid it."

After discussing for a while, the three of them had no clue, so they separated temporarily and went back to their respective residences. Jiang Zhiwei would continue to ask the head of Ying City of Xijiange Pavilion to send people to contact local snakes to find traces of the Wolf King.

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The next day, the sky was clear and the sunshine was bright but not strong, bringing winter warmth.

Considering that it had been two days since he submitted the secret report, and that Senior Brother Qi had reported it to the Huanhua Sword Sect even longer, and that Gu Xiaosang and the Luo Jiao disciples were waiting secretly, Meng Qi was just going out to hang out as a bait, and invited Jiang Zhiwei to travel to Misty Rain Mountain with him.

The mountains are empty and full of scenic spots. Yanyu Mountain is no less rugged, steep, and lush than other places. It shows the gentleness of Jiangdong and its beauty.

"The scenery in the east of Jiangdong is really different from that in the north." The bright sun shines down, breaking through the often lingering fog, making the entire Yanyu Mountain seem to be shrouded in gold, making the mountain streams and old trees dyed somewhat sacred, making Jiang Zhiwei It seems to be bathed in the golden light of fairy energy.

Xijiang Pavilion is located at the junction of Huazhou and Ganzhou, which can also be regarded as the north.

There are many pavilions in the mountains, and the sound of singing and dancing of silk and bamboo can be heard faintly. The aristocratic families and sects of Yingcheng and the wealthy officials have built pavilions and monasteries in the Misty Rain Mountain, and the acquired and the innate complement each other.

Meng Qi looked at the beautiful mountains and waters, looked at the pavilions and pavilions in the distance, and said with a smile: "I heard that Woxin Temple is located at the North Peak. The iron flower tea is rich in fragrance and the self-grinding bean curd is delicious. Why don't we go and have a meal?"

Jiang Zhiwei sneered: "I thought you would choose to go to Puxianzhai."

"Why?" Meng Qi's eyes widened, as if he had never thought about Puxianzhai.

"Aren't you a little monk? It's not the right thing to pay homage to the mountain." Jiang Zhiwei joked, and then said with a smile, "Puxianzhai's Luohan vegetarian banquet is known as the best in Ying City. You are used to eating here and love to eat. You shouldn't think of it first." ?"

She pondered for a moment and said seriously: "I know you don't like being a monk, but since you have returned to secular life, what's the point of going to the temple? If you always avoid these things, you will seem unable to let go. Over time, it will become a knot in your mind and attract outsiders. magic."

Xijian Pavilion has always attached great importance to tempering one's mind, so Jiang Zhiwei reminded Meng Qi.

Meng Qi smiled bitterly and said: "I have been to the nunnery, and I am still worried that the monk temple will not be completed? It's just that the prince lives in Puxianzhai, and I have been involved with the King of Jin before. If I go there rashly, I may not be involved in the royal dispute. Cause trouble."

He had just told Jiang Zhiwei about Zhao Yi, mentioned the prince and came to Yingcheng, but did not elaborate on where he lived.

Jiang Zhiwei felt relieved, her head slightly raised, her face flushed, her eyes looking at the sky, and she said calmly: "I thought too much and misunderstood you."

She has no pretense.

Meng Qi chuckled and wisely changed the topic. The two of them chatted and laughed and headed towards Beishan.

After climbing some stone steps, a pavilion appeared on a flat spot halfway up the mountain, with a group of people standing inside.

The leader put his hands behind his hands and looked at the distant mountains and deep valleys surrounded by clouds. He was wearing a bright yellow robe and a high crown on his head, with a tall and straight posture.

Behind him stood a feminine middle-aged man in a black robe and black hat. Just looking at him gave him a chill.

Next to the middle-aged man is a monk wearing a red cassock. He has a fat head and big ears, and a smile on his face, which makes people feel close to him at first sight.

Around them, there are five yellow-robed monks, about forty years old, with skinny faces. Although their appearances are different, they give people the feeling that they are all one.

Outside the pavilion were scattered guards in dark red attire, all with tough temperament and extraordinary skills.

Meng Qi's eyes sharpened, and he smiled bitterly and said: "We can't avoid what is coming. If I don't go, I will fall to the mountain. If the mountain comes, it will fall on me."

From this momentum alone, Meng Qi could tell that the leader was none other than the Prince of Taijin, Prince Zhao Qian of Liang.

"It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided. Since it's coming to your door, let's meet him." Jiang Zhiwei suggested.

"Of course, they are all stuck in the middle of the road. We must listen to their purpose, so as not to be alerted when they are stuck in a dangerous place in the future." Meng Qi regained his composure, straddling a long knife at his waist, and climbed the steps with his hands behind his back, with a leisurely posture.

Jiang Zhiwei was holding a long sword in her hand, and her clothes were floating in the mountain wind, like a fairy coming to earth.

"The prince, please come to the pavilion to meet me." Not long after Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei moved forward, a guard came to greet them.

"Please lead the way." Meng Qi said politely.

The guards led the two people through the tight guard and entered the half-mountain pavilion.

Prince Zhao Qian slowly turned around. His facial features were quite similar to those of Zhao Yi and Zhao Heng, but his eyebrows were not as thick as theirs, but rather light. The front of his nose was slightly hooked, like a sword, giving people a sense of decisiveness.

"It is a fate that we can meet after thousands of miles. I am so happy to meet you two on the mountain road." Zhao Qian's voice is mellow. If he were to preach, it would be very charming.

Meng Qi smiled and saluted: "A humble man from the mountains greets the prince."

"Every day, I can meet strangers. This is the fate of meeting after thousands of miles. But almost all people just pass by and have not met. It's because of shallow fate."

He used a more direct metaphor to tell the prince that we are not destined to meet, so don't look for me if you have something.

Zhao Qian looked like an old monk, calm and pointed to the fat monk next to him and said: "This is the host of Puxianzhai, the divine monk Huayan."

"Amitabha, the two donors are dragons and phoenixes, and their reputations are well-deserved." Huayan smiled and clasped his hands together, like the kind of monk who covets incense money, but Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei did not dare to underestimate him at all. This is a high monk from the outside. Judging people by appearance, Zi Yu will lose.

"Especially Mr. Su, who was born in Buddhism and has the sword technique to break precepts. Although he acts cruelly, he is upright, eliminates evil and saves people in distress, and does not violate the Buddha's will. He is really destined to be with my Buddha." Huayan smiled at Meng Qi.

You are destined to be with Buddha, and your whole family is destined to be with Buddha! Meng Qi cursed in his heart, but soon laughed. Huayan is a high monk, and no one believes that he has no fate with Buddha. As for his family, at his age, his parents should have passed away, and he has no wife and children...

Seeing Meng Qi didn't speak, Zhao Qian smiled: "I often hear about the story of Su Shaoxia, and I feel quite emotional. With the heart of Buddha, holding a killing knife, isn't he the Dharma Protector Vajra?"

Dharma Protector Vajra... Vajra... Meng Qi's impression of Zhao Qian plummeted, even worse than Zhao Yi.

He said with a fake smile: "It is said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is a devoted Buddhist and believes that the four elements are empty. Why doesn't he abandon the throne, escape from the world and become a monk to achieve great purity and liberation?"

Jiang Zhiwei also interjected: "Now you are clinging to it and chasing power, which seems to be contrary to the Buddha's will?"

The two of them were openly and secretly pointing out that Zhao Qian was hypocritical, believing in Buddhism but lingering on the power of the world.

"You! You are so disrespectful!" The feminine middle-aged man stepped forward and accused the two.

He did not suppress them directly or teach them a lesson. Su Wuming was used to protecting his shortcomings. If he took action, he would bully the weak with his big. Don't expect to leave the capital in this life, otherwise he will be hit by a sword.

Zhao Qian pressed his hand, signaling the middle-aged man to calm down, and smiled faintly:

"Buddha has a smile on his face and a glare on his face. If everyone is obsessed with self-cultivation and ignores worldly affairs, who will save all living beings?"

"If I can hold the great treasure in my hand, and the world will follow my orders, so that ordinary people will not suffer from oppression, and martial arts practitioners will not worry about the evil of killing, and everyone can be liberated and reach the other side, I would rather give up my pure cultivation, pursue power and seek greater power!"

His smile was light, but his tone was firm, with a spirit of "I will go even if there are thousands of people."

...Meng Qi was slightly shocked. The prince was a little different from what he imagined.

But if he turned to Buddhism completely, the Taoist family would try their best to stop him. It would be very difficult for him to ascend to the throne!

"Although the great wish is good, it is contradictory to purity. I am afraid there will be a lot of killing and blood on my hands." Meng Qi said casually.

Zhao Qian shook his head and laughed: "Everyone else can say this to me, but you, Su Meng, are not qualified. 'Killing is to protect life, and killing karma is not killing people', but you said it?"

"It was after hearing these words that I felt like I knew you and wanted to meet you."

... I just made it up... Meng Qi blinked innocently.

"This road is destined to be filled with bones and blood, but if I can seek the purity of all living beings, even if I fall into the eighteen levels of hell, what's the harm?" Zhao Qian said loudly.

His face was solemn, and he looked quite precious.

But what does this have to do with me... Meng Qi said to Jiang Zhiwei in secret: "I thought that practicing Buddhism was to seek pure wisdom, but I never thought that Buddhism would support Zhao Qian..."

"Buddhism has the Zen sect that cultivates oneself and seeks the heart, and the Pure Land sect that can be pulled out of paradise by chanting Amitabha. There are many sects, and the views on Buddhist scriptures and the methods of practice are all different. How can we generalize?" Jiang Zhiwei explained.

Zhao Qian restrained his emotions and smiled, "Su Meng, why don't we make a bet?"

"What bet?" Meng Qi asked subconsciously.

Zhao Qian pointed at the five yellow-robed monks: "They are the five masters of the Pure Land Sect, Dragon, Elephant, Tiger, Leopard and Peng. As individuals, they are definitely not as good as you, but they are good at joining forces. They have the same aura. The five monks are no worse than any of the top ten on the human list. If you can remain undefeated for twenty moves under their siege, I will lose. I promise you that if you have something to ask me in the future, as long as it is not too rebellious and against human ethics, I will help you."

"If you lose, you have to help me do something. Don't worry, it doesn't involve fratricide or friends killing each other."

Meng Qi looked at the five monks and found that their auras were vaguely connected, as if they were one.

It's the fourth day, asking for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets~