Talk about the world of mortals in detail

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, but 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 living room, 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 the books in the sound of the scriptures, and even had a deeper understanding of some of the books.

When the inn was free in the afternoon, Ke Xiaofa ran to the firewood room at the back to see Zheng Yiming.

Seeing Zheng Yiming writing seriously, Ke Xiaofa stood aside and did not dare to disturb him. He just carefully put a plate of snacks on the corner of the table. These were collected from the leftovers of the two tables of guests, and they were all very clean.

"Xiaofa, did you hear the chanting?"

Zheng Yiming was still writing, but suddenly asked this question, and looked up at the visitor, and Ke Xiaofa smiled immediately.

"Mr. Zheng, you have very sharp ears. How did you hear it from so far away? There is indeed an old monk chanting in the corner of the hall, but the sound is not loud and does not disturb others. It's almost afternoon. I asked the shopkeeper whether to call him away. The shopkeeper said that there is no need for a table anyway, so 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. "How about this, you send this snack to the master's table for me, and give him a pot of good tea. I will give the tea money to the shopkeeper, and tell the master to thank him for chanting to help me calm down!" Ke Xiaofa frowned, but still agreed. "Oh" After a while, Ke Xiaofa carried a pot of hot tea in one hand and a stack of mung bean cakes in the other hand, put the things on the old monk's table, and also relayed Zheng Yiming's words. The old monk who had been chanting but did not respond stopped chanting, and he looked at Ke Xiaofa with a little surprise. "Did that donor Zheng really say that?"

Ke Xiaofa scratched his head.

"How could this be false? Master, take your time. Call me if you need anything!"

After saying this, Ke Xiaofa went to do his own thing. At this time, the only clear sound in the inn was the shopkeeper's abacus.

In the evening, the rain stopped, and the old monk walked on the street. Not long after, Wusun Heng also came to his side.

At this time, Wusun Heng's face was not very good, because he had learned from his master that not only did he fail to kill or seriously injure the monster, but he let her run away calmly.

Let's not think about these things for the time being, Wusun Heng asked the old monk.

"Master Jin Guang, what's the result?"

The old monk frowned and didn't speak. After a long time, he looked at Wusun Heng.

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

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

Wusun Heng didn't understand why the old monk asked this, and the latter thought about it before continuing.

"I was chanting in the inn, and Mr. Zheng was calm and at ease. He wrote a wonderful article. He didn't seem to be bewitched by a demon!" Wusun Heng looked surprised. He didn't think it would be done in one fell swoop today. He thought Zheng Yiming might be furious, thought the old monk was kicked out, and even thought there might be a little demon, but he didn't think of what the old monk said. "Master, you can't be wrong?" The old monk shook his head. "This Mr. Zheng is extraordinary and has wisdom!" Yu Xinmei was sitting on the bed in a residential house behind Suping Inn. She finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was almost annoyed by the chanting this afternoon. This old monk was too good at chanting. He didn't seem to stop to drink a few sips of water? But this old monk wouldn't come every day in the future. This trick was too bad. Yu Xinmei admitted that she couldn't stand it, but she didn't dare to show up easily recently. At this moment, Yu Xinmei's face suddenly changed slightly, and she stood up from the bed subconsciously. 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, and the shopkeeper even walked out from the counter.

"My lords, what happened?"

The leading officer looked around and looked at the shopkeeper.

"Is Zheng Yiming here?"

The shopkeeper's heart skipped a beat.

"This, lord, is there any misunderstanding?"

"It's about an important case of the court. The imperial envoy is about to go to Pingzhou and ordered us to go to Pingzhou first to control all the relevant people. Is he here? If you know about it and don't report it, you will be punished with the same crime!"

The shopkeeper was scared to death.

"Uh, in the firewood room."

"Let's go!"

Several officers and soldiers rushed to the back, and at this moment Ke Xiaofa had already rushed to the firewood room.

"Mr. Zheng, there are many soldiers outside. They..."

Before Ke Xiaofa finished speaking, a soldier had already rushed into the firewood room and saw the scholar sitting on the firewood and bedding behind the table. He was holding a pen with a look of astonishment, and next to him was a waiter of the inn.

"Sir, this is..."

Zheng Yiming wanted to ask, but the leading soldier just waved his hand.

"Catch him!"

Several soldiers came forward and held Zheng Yiming down without saying anything, and then escorted him away.