After being reborn as Wang Baochuan's sister, she decided not to persuade her

Chapter 33 Amitabha

"Wujiapo Beggars' Nest must be very relaxed these days without the threat from people in Qinglong Village. Xue Pinggui is probably very relaxed as well because it is about to be completed."

"Let's take advantage of tonight and send twenty of the most powerful warriors to kill him quietly."

That night, Wang Yinchuan and Wei Ting sat in a small carriage and set off quietly from the back door. The carriage was brisk and fast, and quickly melted into the night.

Walk towards Wujiapo.

The carriage stopped behind an inconspicuous dirt slope.

In front of the beggar's den, there were still two people standing guard, but they were already sitting on the ground and fast asleep. The lights were dark in the house. It was the house she stopped in front of that day.

Wang Yinchuan winked at Wei Ting, who nodded.

In the darkness, several people approached quietly.

Advance through the night.

Seeing it getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, a gust of evil wind came from nowhere. The wind was so strong that people could not move forward in an instant. The overwhelming yellow sand was like heavy snow falling, sweeping across the entire slope and covering people completely.

Several dead soldiers were suddenly blown back.

Looking at each other.

There was no warning, this was so big and evil that no one had a chance to react.

There has never been such a big evil wind in the Central Plains.

When the two people were in the carriage, seeing such a scene, Wang Yinchuan frowned for a moment, and then sneered.

Wei Ting said, "I have only seen such strong winds at the border."

Wang Yinchuan said, "Forget it, let them come back."

Wei Ting was about to whistle when suddenly, the carriage was lightly knocked.

Wang Yinchuan and Wei Ting looked at each other and did not act rashly.

Someone seemed to be tapping their fingers on the carriage railing outside.

"Dong dong dong, dong dong dong..." is very rhythmic.

Like a rhythmic drumbeat, it is disturbing.

Wei Ting lifted the sedan curtain and saw the scene outside through the moonlight.

A monk.

The nine warning spots on the head were probably ignored for a long time and were buried between the slightly longer hair, which was about an inch long. Under the moonlight, the green hair stubble looked like a piece of withered grass.

The great monk held a string of Buddhist beads in one hand and an alms bowl in the other. He was dressed in earth-colored robes and carried light luggage on his back. He had a vicissitudes of life on his face, but he smiled when he saw someone lifting the curtain.

The great monk raised his hand, saluted, and said first, "Amitabha."

The Ku Dynasty always worshiped Buddhism. During the Taizong period, the famous Master Xuanzang brought back the scriptures after going through hardships and dangers, and later generations respected him even more.

Wei heard back and said, "Master, what's the matter?"

The great monk smiled and said, even though his face was full of vicissitudes of life and his eyes were dim, he was very polite and said, "The poor monk Huineng came here and wanted to make a fast meal."

Wang Yinchuan poked his head out of the carriage and looked at the monk who came from nowhere.

Wei Ting frowned. He was about to take out a few taels of silver from his arms and give it to him when Wang Yinchuan stopped him.

"Where did the master come from and where is he going?"

The great monk said again, "Amitabha, the poor monk has been away for many years and has no way back. As for where to go, the poor monk goes wherever he goes."

Wang Yinchuan said, "In this case, look at me out here in the wilderness. I don't have any money or food with me. Why don't you follow me to the mansion? Since the master is destined to me, why not come to the mansion to have a vegetarian meal?"

The great monk smiled and said, "The poor monk would rather be respectful than obey my orders."

Finally, he bowed again.

In the Wei Mansion, the lights are brightly lit.

He died before leaving the army. Several dead soldiers could not even touch the room, let alone assassinate Xue Pinggui. Wang Yinchuan thought for a while and called the people back.

It's not too late now, the lights are on in the city, and there are even many buskers performing.

Wang Yinchuan ordered the kitchen to cook some vegetarian food, and the alms bowl brought by the monk was filled to the brim.

Although he is thin, he eats a lot and wolfs down his food, even worse than Wei Feng.

Wang Yinchuan sat aside, and Wei Ting went to attend to official business at this time.

Wang Yinchuan waved away all the maids and servants.

Halfway through the meal, the monk seemed to have noticed Wang Yinchuan's probing eyes and said, "Thank you, the donor, for the treat."

After he finished speaking, he started to devour it again.

Wang Yinchuan leaned on his arm and watched as he ate bowl after bowl, as if he had never eaten in eight hundred lifetimes. Finally, he finished the bowl of white rice to the bottom.

Like locusts passing by, all the food is wiped out.

The great monk burped in a very disgraceful manner.

As if he felt it was insulting to be gentle, he said, "Amitabha, this poor monk thanks the benefactor for his hospitality."

Wang Yinchuan nodded, "Thank you, master, for your hard work to pray for the suffering people. I am here to thank you, master."

She handed Huineng a cup of tea and said, "Now that Master has finished eating, I won't stay any longer. I hope Master's practice will reach a higher level."

This means chasing guests away.

She lowered her head, poured herself a cup of tea, sniffed it at the tip of her nose, and took a casual taste in her mouth.

It has a refreshing fragrance in the mouth and a sweet aftertaste. It is the best Longjing before the rain.

After drinking half a cup of tea, Wang Yinchuan seemed to realize that Huineng had not left. As if he had just discovered it, he asked in surprise, "Why hasn't Master left yet?"

Huineng coughed and said, "I am very lucky to have met the donor today. I studied the scriptures today and gained some insights. Not as good as..."

Wang Yinchuan stretched out his hand, raised his palm, and pressed down.

This means to stop.

"I don't want to have any fate with the master."

She raised her head, and there seemed to be a flash of light in her eyes. Unfortunately, she happened to look into Huineng's eyes.

Within a second, she looked away.

"I miss you, Master, and I don't want to have this side of you," she raised her head, with anger in her eyes, "You are right, Master Huineng."

"Oh, it seems I shouldn't call you that. Let me think about it, what should I call you? Your cultivation seems to have reached a terrifying state. Are you a god, or someone's protector?"

Huineng's eyes became more and more serious, and his face obviously did not change, but it seemed to be getting darker and darker.

Wang Yinchuan said, "Master Huineng, what should I call you?"

Without blinking, Hui Neng took the tea on the table and took a sip, "Hui Neng? Or maybe the donor can call it whatever he wants. After all, you call my place a prison."

"Since you insist on thinking that I'm protecting someone, then maybe it's not impossible to call me warden."

Wang Yinchuan sneered, "I really guessed it right."

"I promised to kill Xue Pinggui, but I couldn't help you, so I used all these methods, including all kinds of demonic methods. Now, you have to turn into a monk to persuade me. You said you have spent so much effort,

What is it for?"

"Since you know that I think you are partial, why are you trying to persuade me?"

"Persuade me to be like before?"

(End of chapter)