I didn't intend to be a Fairy

Out of the Wuguan Hall, there is a winding wooden corridor with green tiles covering the roof, mahogany pillars one after another, blue and gold cloud patterns and statues of Dharma protectors under the eaves, adding a touch of refinement to it.

In the eyes of many monks and pilgrims, Master Guanghong, the most virtuous monk in Tai'an Temple, walked slowly side by side with a young man in an old robe. But what is surprising is that Master Guanghong, who usually looks calm and unhurried, looks a little ugly at this time, even trembling. Looking at the young man again, he is calm and calm with a smile on his face, talking to Master Guanghong talk.

"The paper from Wuji Paper Shop is very useful."

"Your step...is this the way to find the poor monk?"

"almost."

"There are so many people who go to Wuji Paper Shop to buy paper every day, how can you tell that they are poor monks?"

"There is a batch of paper on the Wuji paper shop. Because the child was naughty, he accidentally sprinkled the pigment of the dyed cloth into it. The paper is a bit reddish. I wonder if the mage noticed it?"

"How do you know?"

Master Guanghong's face turned pale.

To be honest, he really didn't notice.

"Master and I just bought that batch. And that batch of paper was not produced much. I asked the shopkeeper. During that time, there were only a dozen people who bought jute paper, and there were probably only a few people who bought large sheets of jute paper. There are only three people the owner knows and can remember.”

"Have you looked for them next to each other?"

"I'm very patient." Song You said, "But even if there is no jute paper, and the mage sent a little ghost to visit last night, I can definitely find the mage here just because of this little ghost."

"..."

Master Guanghong put his hand into the sleeve robe.

There are several archers and generals hidden in his sleeves on both sides, all rolled up, and can be transformed with a wave of his hand, but thinking that the two yakshas were wiped out that night without a sound, he dared not act rashly.

"I don't know how to break the law of the poor monk Yasha?"

"I am proficient in fire techniques."

"..."

Master Guanghong's complexion turned pale in an instant.

"What's your intention?"

"The mage has been in Tai'an Temple for many years. He has both cultivation and Taoism. Why panic?" Song You smiled, and then asked, "Since the mage can make paper yakshas, ​​I don't know if there is a method of paper horses and donkeys?"

"Paper horse and paper donkey?"

"Of course."

"How about having it? How about not having it?"

"If there is, I would like to ask the mage for advice."

"no?"

It seems that there is no more.

Song You showed regret.

I thought that since this monk has the method of paper yaksha, maybe he can learn the method of paper horse from him, which can save me a lot of energy and enrich the magic library of Fulongguan in the future. Not everything.

pity.

Then you have to reciprocate.

It's just that it's my ability to break your law. As for whether you have this ability, that's up to you.

Only then did Song You answer Master Guanghong's previous question: "Master is a Buddhist, and should be kind and compassionate, but Master borrowed the hands of others to steal treasures wantonly in the city. The Empress Dowager has a grudge and sends a Yaksha with the intention of harming her. It is hard to say that she is a Buddhist... I am very curious, don’t the mages feel palpitations when they face these golden Buddha bodies every day?"

"Palpitations?" Master Guanghong bravely said, "It's just a bunch of clay statues. You and I know very well that the Buddha is not here, and the Bodhisattva is not here."

"Too."

Song You nodded.

Buddha statues and god statues are all made of clay, ears can't hear and eyes can't see, even if they can manifest spirits, but the world is so big, and gods and Buddhas have limited energy, how can they know everything in front of every clay statue?

"But it's just that no one reported it."

"What do you mean?"

Song You didn't answer, just glanced at the door couplet, and bowed his hands to Master Guanghong:

"Mage take care."

"?"

Master Guanghong frowned, watching his back go away.

Just leave? What are you still playing?

When he came back to his senses, he turned his head, only to find that just now the two of them had reached the entrance of the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

There are gaps in the roof tiles of the treasure hall, and beams of tiny lights come down from the top of the head, passing through the thick blue smoke in the hall, outlining a clear shape, shining on the floor, on the altar, and on the golden body, Master Guanghong is shocked I felt that all the familiar golden Buddha statues seemed to have changed.

Except for the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas in the middle who still had his eyes downcast and his treasured appearance was solemn, the other bodhisattvas seemed to be looking at themselves whether they were benevolent, kind-eyed or compassionate.

The most frightening thing is those Dharma protectors.

He was already glaring angrily, but now, it seemed that everyone was staring at him.

Master Guanghong was terrified, his heart was pounding, and suddenly the sound seemed to be a drumbeat, thud-dump-dump, and following the drumbeat, every time he beat, the faces of those Dharma protectors with wide eyes and wide eyes appeared on him. The eyes became bigger and closer to him.

In a few breaths, those faces were already in front of him, majestic and terrifying, as if they were asking about all the evil things he had done in his life.

Whispering scriptures sounded in my ears.

The scriptures and texts that I usually read, and the mysteries of Buddhism that I didn't care about all came to my heart at once.

so right?

so right?

Did you break the precept?

Have you ever felt at ease?

He felt a raging fire in his chest, at first it was itchy and hot, and he wanted to scratch it, but soon it became hotter and hotter, the hot feeling rose from his heart and spread outward, making his whole body uncomfortable.

"ah!!"

Master Guanghong couldn't help shouting.

Many monks, pilgrims, and even people from the rivers and lakes staying here heard the sound and rushed over.

But I saw flames ignited from the inside to the outside of the highly respected mage Guanghong, causing him to roll all over the ground, his face distorted.

In his mouth he shouted:

"The poor monk is guilty!

"The poor monk knows his mistake!

"Buddha, forgive me!"

Let him shout, but the fire doesn't stop.

And the strange thing is that the fire only burns the skin and flesh, not the clothes, and it seems that Master Guanghong has been oiled all over his body, and the fire burns extremely vigorously. In just a few snaps of his fingers, there is only one piece of clothes left in front of the hall.

Those present were all horrified.

Someone had seen Master Guanghong walking side by side with a young pilgrim before, and hurriedly looked for the young pilgrim, only to see a three-colored cat walking in small steps hanging behind him in the direction of the mountain gate. Also drifted away.

The three-flowered cat stopped and looked back.

...

Song You walked back to Tianshui Lane, happened to meet Luo Butou, and heard that Luo Butou was looking for him, so he invited him into the yard.

"The courtyard wall of Mr.'s home was seriously damaged last night, but is it in danger?"

"No problem."

Song You waved his hands with a smile, and before Luo Butou could continue to be concerned, he asked first, "I don't know how the interrogation of the escaped thief went?"

Luo Butou's eyes flickered.

Although he didn't know whether the person who broke into the house last night was a human, a ghost, or a demon, but just looking at the traces left on the courtyard wall and rain eaves was enough to make him startled, but the Mr. Song in front of him didn't seem to care about it. Looking at the courtyard, there was no trace of fighting or damage.

Wasn't there a fight?

Or is it just the fighting between masters?

Or……

Such speculation in his heart did not affect Luo Butou's answer: "We have been interrogating these few days, and some of the stolen goods of the thief have been recovered. But it is a bit clever, all we recovered were gold and silver. Jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, as for the rare medicinal materials privately hidden in the residences of the nobles, they are all missing, the thief only said that he ate them all in order to practice the earth-escaping technique."

Luo Bu paused for a moment, then looked at Song You again: "Luo doesn't know much about this, I don't know if he is a practitioner..."

"What medicinal materials are there?"

"Thousand-year ganoderma lucidum, hundreds-year-old wild ginseng, high-quality keel, etc. are all medicinal materials that have grown for a long time."

"Impossible."

"That means the thief is hiding, or..." Butcher Luo paused again, and then turned to another matter, "In addition to asking about the stolen goods, we also tried to find out how he escaped from the ground." He came here, and he actually said that he found an ancient book from his grandfather's relics."

Every time Luo Butou said, he didn't finish his sentence, followed by the end of his voice, and aimed at Song You.

Do practitioners need so many precious medicinal materials, can they consume so many medicinal materials in a short period of time, and can practitioners become self-taught? These are the knowledge blind spots of his ordinary headhunter.

It was fine before, but when he saw Mr. Song's courtyard wall was damaged this morning, he already understood in his heart that there were probably people behind the thief.

I am afraid that the people behind the thief came to seek revenge last night.

Song You also knew that he was consulting himself.

Although the method of escaping from the ground has flaws, it is not simple, on the contrary, it has many advantages. Ordinary people who do not have the relevant foundation to comprehend by themselves may not only progress very slowly, but also may be dangerous during the practice process.

But Song You didn't need to tell him this.

"It's a coincidence that I went to Tai'an Temple today, and I happened to see a strange thing, and I wanted to tell the team leader about it."

"oh?"

Luo Butou was stunned for a moment, but still handed over:

"Appreciate further details."

"Master Guanghong, who was consulted by the head of the team, spontaneously ignited his heart fire in front of the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas at noon. During this time, he loudly begged the Buddha for forgiveness, but after only a short while, the fire burned him completely, and there was no ashes left. " Song You smiled, "So this man, he really shouldn't do anything wrong. The team leader might as well tell this story to the thief in the prison, maybe it can impress him."

"!"

Luo Butou immediately opened his eyes wide, and his mind was running wildly.

After a long time, he stood up abruptly, and bowed his hands to Song You again: "Luo has figured it out, thank you sir for your guidance."

"polite."

"Luo still has official duties, so he will resign."

"Go slowly."

Luo Butou turned around and walked out, his steps were fast and furious, but there was a gleam in his eyes.

All of a sudden, he remembered the scene when he went to Tai'an Temple to ask for advice a month ago, and it was rumored that Master Guanghong, who had practiced the true way, gave him a time to bury dung. All of a sudden, I remembered the scene of the nobles in the city and even many people in the yamen going to Tai'an Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, and talk with Master Guanghong.

No wonder someone would attack Mr. Song at night.

No wonder the people behind the thief were able to find out so quickly that Mr. Song had instructed him.

No wonder the crime is so precise every time.

No wonder...

Luo Butou knew that Mr. Song was a real expert, and he would gain something from coming to ask for advice, but he never thought that the gain would be so great.

Thinking so, he suddenly gritted his teeth——

How dare that bald donkey play tricks on him like this! If it wasn't for Mr. Song's guidance, he would have been kept in the dark, and that bald donkey would have been at large, still being a guest of the nobles in his city!

Correspondingly, Mr. Song, who was diagonally opposite the door, became more and more unfathomable.