Nightwatcher

Heng Yuan pondered for a moment, and said: "Master Xu and I met during the Sangbo case. At that time, I was involved in the case because of Junior Brother Henghui. The golden gongs that beat the watchman's yamen surrounded the hiding place of Junior Brother Henghui and me. the place

"I thought that even if I escaped death, I would be imprisoned. I didn't expect Master Xu, who is the host, to find out that I was involved and not an accomplice of Junior Brother Henghui, and immediately let me go."

Here, Hengyuan made a modification, concealing the fact that Xu Qian fooled him. Of course, Hengyuan still doesn't know that Xu Qian fooled him.

"He's still a good man!" Monk Jingchen snorted coldly.

But he is also shameless, before he asked the other party what kind of person Xu Qi'an was, and Monk Jingchen felt ashamed for Xu Qi'an in retrospect, but he himself said it so frankly.

It's not a question of whether he's a good person or not, how should I put it, he has an indescribable charisma of personality Heng Yuan continued:

"After I left Qinglong Temple, I have been living in the Yangshengtang in Nancheng, where a group of homeless old people and children are taken in. After Mr. Xu knew about it, he generously donated money to help them.

"You know, his monthly salary was only five taels of silver, and he was still a gong at that time. But he never complained, and he comforted me by saying that the money was picked.

"Heh, I secretly investigated him. He is different from all the watchmen. He has never used his power for personal gain or oppressed the people. Did he save the money by saving money?"

Hearing this, Monk Jingchen fell silent.

He remembered Xu Qi'an's self-proclaimed words, saying that he never took the people's stitches.

Master Duer was noncommittal, and said indifferently: "Doing good deeds may not necessarily be a good person. People have thousands of faces."

Hengyuan frowned, feeling displeased, and continued: "That disciple told my uncle one more thing. Before the Sangbo case, he almost beheaded his superior who wanted to defile her for a girl he didn't know. And he was imprisoned because of this, and was sentenced to be cut in half.

"If it wasn't for the destruction of the Shanhe Temple in Yongzhen at that time, and the imperial court urgently needed someone, he would have died."

Master Duer thought for a long time, and then asked, "What's so special about him?"

What's special Heng Yuan answered after deliberation: "Aside from his extraordinary talent, he is a prodigy in martial arts, there is nothing special about him."

Master Du'er seemed a little disappointed, he nodded and said, "Go out and do some work."

Hengyuan clasped his hands together and exited the room.

"Uncle, Hengyuan did not lie. From this point of view, Xu Qi'an is indeed a great kind person, although his behavior is annoying." Monk Jingchen said.

Whether he is an official or a human being, Xu Qi'an is a gentle and kind person. There is some nasty oiliness, but that doesn't detract from the former's fineness.

Master Duer gave a "hmm".

The handsome monk Jingsi immediately said: "Then, does he still have anything to do with evil things?"

Master Du'er shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "The man behind this case is the remnants of the Wanyao Kingdom. Emperor Yuan Jing and the supervisor, the former did not work hard, while the latter stood on the sidelines. It has nothing to do with that silver gong. Since he is a good person, We don't have to mess with him anymore."

Jingchen snorted coldly: "The big ones follow their promises but don't believe them, and break the contract repeatedly. Why should we form an alliance with them again? I don't know what the Arhats and Bodhisattvas think."

As a member of Arhat, Master Duer glanced at his nephew, and said slowly: "The northern barbarians have the blood of demon gods, and they have been connected with the northern demons for thousands of years.

"There are many barbarian tribes in southern Xinjiang, and the seven most powerful Gu tribes are also descendants of demon gods. The Northeast Sorcerer God Sect already has a higher-level witch god.

"If you want to let the land of Kyushu be illuminated by Buddha's light everywhere, you can only form an alliance with Dafeng."

The two disciples of Jingchen Jingsi can only form an alliance with Dafeng to extract an important message from this sentence of the uncle:

The reason why Buddhism formed an alliance with Dafeng is because Dafeng has no existence beyond the rank, and has no entanglement with the demon god.

Of course, thousands of years ago, in the Central Plains, there was an existence beyond rank, a Confucian sage.

But at that time there was no big bong yet.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Jingchen tentatively said: "Then what should we do next, to track down the traces of the evil thing? Dafeng, let's forget it?"

Master Du'er smiled inscrutablely: "I heard that because of the dispute between heaven and man in the Taoist sect recently, many people from the rivers and lakes have poured into the capital, and the government has built four arenas in the outer city.

"We will take two for use, Jingsi, you will fight against the warriors in the capital with your vajra body. Jingchen, you will take a ring at will, and recite scriptures and preach.

"As for this seat, since Dafeng is here, I will supervise you later."

Master Du'er finished speaking, walked out of the room, looked at the setting sun in the west, and said leisurely: "The Central Plains has not known the power of my Buddhism for a long time."

At night, Xu Qi'an and his colleagues went to the Jiaofang Division together, and Song Tingfeng, who was still the boy from before, followed him cheekily, including Li Yuchun, who said "the sound of Jiaofang Division's shaking bed is always irregular", and Yang Yan, who said "I just came to drink" .

Fu Xiang has a deep affection for Xu Qi'an, every time he brings people to Yingmei Xiaoge to play, he always takes the piano to attend and presents a song.

Some of the oirans who had acquaintances with Xu Qi'an, Guan Bao, also came to join in the fun, giving Xu Baiyou the opportunity to hug left and right.

But Xu Bai whoring is not happy. When others are drinking Dadan, what he thinks is:

Fuck, this little talk cost me a hundred taels of silver.

He came to the Jiaofang Division by himself to talk about love with the oirans, which belonged to the bright and beautiful, and did not involve vulgar money and sex transactions. But bringing so many colleagues to drink is not free.

Even if Fuxiang was willing to pay him the "cost" out of his own pocket, Xu Qi'an, a man of seven feet, would not agree to such a thing if he didn't take the common people's stitches and threads.

In the future, you should be cautious when entertaining guests, especially for a salesman like Jiaofangsi who will try to ask Wei Gong for reimbursement tomorrow. I hope he can sign my name on the reimbursement form for my loyalty. Xu Qi'an forced a smile and raised his glass:

"Drink and drink, everyone, don't be polite to me, if you don't get drunk tonight, you won't go home."

Give me everything to get drunk, so I can save a lot of money for sleeping with women!

In the end, after drinking until late at night, the group of warriors were not completely drunk, Xu Qi'an could only smile on his face, and ended the banquet in his heart, saying:

"In order for my boss to have a good night's sleep, everyone must listen to the instructions when shaking the bed at night, and shake with the rhythm, not out of tune."

Li Yuchun: ""

The next day, Xu Qi'an rode Erlang's mount, hurried back to the Yamen, came to Yidaotang, picked up a pen and asked the officials to write a reimbursement form.

The number of participants in this dinner party: 21.

Project: Praise the imperial court, Praise Wei Gong (Drinking and making fun of Sleeping Beauty).

Cost: one hundred and sixty-four taels.

After writing the note, Xu Qi'an thought for a while, and thought that Xu Yinluo was a shameless person, so he asked the officials to do it for him and sent him to Haoqi Building.

Not long after, the officials returned and reported, "Wei Gong said, you didn't write the note yourself, and it lacks sincerity."

Huh, this shows that Wei Yuan is dissatisfied in his heart, but he is willing to reimburse me, ha, don't worry, Mr. Wei, the humble official will go through fire and water for you, and repay your great kindness!

Xu Qi'an immediately wrote a reimbursement form, dried the ink, folded it, and asked the officials to run again.

Not long after, the officials came back, and Wei Yuan's reply was: no approval!

Are you kidding me! Xu Qi'an got angry and asked, "What did Duke Wei say?"

The official hesitated for a long time, and said cautiously: "Is it okay to laugh at your ugly handwriting?"

Wei Yuan nmsl Xu Qi'an angrily threw the officials out.

After Chunwei, the next thing that attracted the most attention was supposed to be the palace examination a month later.

The four characters in the title of the gold list have been able to move people's hearts since ancient times.

From the people in the countryside to the emperors and princes, they all attach great importance to the imperial examination.

However, in the 37th year of Yuanjing, there were a lot of broken things. First, there is the Taoist dispute between heaven and man, once every Jiazi, isn't it more attractive than the imperial examination.

Later, the missions from the Western Regions entered Beijing, causing a sensation again.

There are few Buddhist temples in Dafeng, and Buddhist eminent monks are rare, but the legend of Buddhist masters has been spread in the Dafeng Jianghu.

What is reincarnation, what is the immortality of the golden body after death, what is the relic that breaks all dharmas and so on.

The Jianghu people had a strong curiosity about Buddhism, and the Western Region Mission did not disappoint them. The next day, a young and handsome monk came to the ring in Nancheng.

He uttered nonsense, saying that he wanted to teach the Central Plains martial arts masters with the Buddhist Vajra magic.

On that day, a group of heroes from all corners of the country came to attack, but none of them could break King Kong's body, and left the scene sadly.

In the northern city facing the southern city, there was also an eminent monk from the Western Regions occupying the ring, but instead of challenging the great masters, he opened the altar to give lectures.

The people in the city flocked to listen to the preaching of the eminent monks, and they were mesmerized.

All kinds of sayings are spread in the market, which is very evil, and more and more people gather to listen to the Dharma.

In the inner city, a restaurant.

A few tables of quacks chatted about Buddhism in the Western Regions. At first, it was just a chat between two people. Gradually, more and more people joined in. Later, ordinary people who were eating also joined the topic.

"It's been three days, and the little monk has never been defeated. Don't you people in the Jianghu boast that you are very powerful? Why can't you even beat a little monk?"

"What do you know as an ordinary person? Is that an ordinary little monk? That's an eminent monk from the Western Regions, a Buddhist from the Western Regions, even if you are a child, you should not be underestimated."

"So that's the case. The Buddhism in the Western Regions is really powerful. Compared with it, I am too far behind."

"Hmph, didn't you say that the watchman is the guardian of the capital? Each of the ten golden gongs is a top-notch master. Why didn't you see the watchman make a move?"

"You outsiders don't know that the watchmen are as good as the officials, and they become soft-legged shrimps to the outside world." A resident of the capital said disdainfully.

On the contrary, a person from the Jianghu was not happy, and retorted: "Nonsense, a few days ago, I saw a silver gong with my own eyes, and he beheaded a sixth-rank master with only one blow."

To this, the reply of the commoner in the capital was: "But didn't you just say that even a child in the Buddhist sects of the Western Regions should not be underestimated. Can our Dafeng warriors be compared?"

"That's true. I've been a hero for many years, and I've never seen such a powerful copper-skinned iron bone. It's so golden. It's worthy of being a Western master."

On the second floor, Mr. Liu looked away from the guardrail, and said indignantly, "A group of frogs in the well! Master, what happened to the little monk's body?"

"That is the unique body forging magical skill of Buddhism, far from being comparable to the sixth-grade copper skin and iron bones." The middle-aged swordsman sighed.

"The gods are fighting, let's just watch the excitement." The beautiful woman laughed.

Mr. Liu was not reconciled, he stared at his future sword, which was now his master's sword, and said, "Can this magical weapon from Si Tianjian break his body?"

The middle-aged swordsman gave a "chi" smile, disdaining to answer the disciple's innocent question.

Miss Rongrong, who is heavily made up but not kitsch, frowned and said:

"In the past three days, most of the contestants on stage have been people from the world, and occasionally there are a few masters from the government, but their cultivation is not too high. Why didn't the high-ranking martial arts make a move?"

"You also said that you are a high-grade warrior." The middle-aged beautiful woman shook her head and said:

"We went to see that little monk yesterday. His cultivation level is not high, and he was invincible by relying on the magic of Vajra. Naturally, high-grade strong people have their own pride. It is disgraceful to win. If it takes more effort to break the body Disgraceful."

The middle-aged swordsman nodded, and added: "This is also the reason why the imperial court does not send masters to come forward. The other party asks a young monk to fight, and the imperial court rushes to send high-quality strong men to suppress, who is more shameful? It is dignified and respectful, this kind of bearing is still required .”

"So you can only suffer from being dumb?" Mr. Liu frowned.

Although he usually travels around the rivers and lakes, one mouthful of a dog official, one mouthful of a fatuous emperor, but this is his own business.

Once an outsider came to cut Dafeng's face, Mr. Liu immediately felt the same hatred and hatred.

"Let's see if there are masters from the younger generation in Dafeng." The middle-aged swordsman was drinking.

At the same time, Nancheng, restaurant.

Xu Qi'an, who was wearing a silver gong uniform, stood on the watchtower, watching the fight on the ring. On his left was the blue-clothed swordsman Chu Yuanzhen, and on his right was the burly and tall 'Lu Zhishen' Hengyuan.

At this time, the one fighting against the little monk Jing Si was a young white-clothed swordsman, his cultivation was not bad, and his Qi training state was at its peak. I don't know which famous sect's disciple it is.

The swordsmanship of this white-clothed swordsman is treacherous and unpredictable, and he specializes in the vital points of Monk Jingsi.

The little monk Jingsi remained motionless, allowing the iron sword to slash out streaks of flames on his body, and occasionally stretched out his hands to fiddle with the sinister moves that stabbed his crotch and eyes.

Although the body is invincible, the clothes are not, and the belt must be kept.

After hundreds of moves, the young man in white was exhausted, he had no choice but to withdraw his sword, and clasped his fists and said, "I'm willing to bow down!"

There were boos from the audience, both the people in the capital and the people in the Jianghu were very disappointed.

"This seems to be the senior brother of Butterfly Sword." Xu Qi'an pointed to a heroic and pretty woman next to the ring, and said.

The "Butterfly Sword" of Luya Jiange is a four-branched flower in Jianghu alongside Miss Rongrong, the female thief with thousands of faces, and the female swordsman at the Double Sword Gate.

She looks really handsome, and she is an eye-catching beauty.

Heng Yuan and Chu Yuanzhen heard the sound, took a few glances, and then looked away without interest.

"Master Hengyuan, this is the unique body training method of Buddhism in the Western Regions, which belongs to the monk system." Chu Yuanzhen said, "Aren't you greedy?"

"Of course I'm greedy," Heng Yuan said.

Xu Qi'an heard it in his ears, and his heart moved slightly. This body training method performed by the little monk Jingsi is a body training method that can be compared to copper skin and iron bones without cooking or beating?

"I'm greedy too." Xu Qi'an swallowed.

Hengyuan glanced at him, "The Diamond Sutra is not something ordinary people can cultivate, and it is impossible for those who do not have a foundation in Buddhism. Unless they are born with Buddha roots."

The Buddha root you mentioned, is it a serious Buddha root? Xu Qi'an complained in his heart.

"Little monk, I will meet you for a while."

At this time, a burly man squeezed out of the crowd and jumped onto the ring.

There is a divine light on the surface of this big man that ordinary people cannot see with the naked eye, and he is a martial artist with copper skin and iron bones.

The onlookers, who were booing in disappointment just now, suddenly became excited.

The young monk from the Western Regions swaggered in the arena for three days, and finally attracted a master of copper skin and iron bone.

"It's a good show." Xu Qi'an said with a smile.

After that, he glanced at the crowd, and was surprised to find an "old acquaintance".

Wearing a sarong, with hairpins in her hair, she is a plainly dressed old aunt with a rather plump figure.

With a serious face, she stared at the ring without blinking.

ps: Change first and then change, the next chapter may be early in the morning. don't wait.