The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

The monk was also looking at Lin Manqing.

There was a trace of surprise on his thin cheeks, and he sang: "Amitabha, it turns out that the madam is the master, and the poor monk is rude."

Lin Manqing smiled and said: "If you're not a master, wouldn't it be rude? How can a monk be so discriminating?"

"Madam, you are very clever. You should be destined to be a Buddha. Why don't you follow the poor monk to Mount Wutai to become a monk and practice?" the monk said.

Lin Manqing was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but think of Zhi Ren in Qiantang. At the beginning, Zhiren always tried to persuade Li Muchen to become a monk.

It's a pity that a generation of eminent monks have passed away, leaving only the afterglow shining on Qiantang.

Lin Manqing couldn't tell whether the monk in front of him was an eminent monk or not. He couldn't tell his cultivation just from the one and a half moves just now.

"Master became a monk in Mount Wutai? What is his name?"

"I am a poor monk who became a monk at Xiantong Temple in Wutai Mountain. He has been in seclusion for many years. I don't care about worldly affairs. I have a lot of ignorance about human affairs. Please forgive me, madam."

When Lin Manqing heard about Xiantong Temple in Wutai Mountain, she knew why this monk was a supporter of the Wu family.

"Master is in the holy land of Buddhism, why should he set foot in the mortal world and only increase the troubles in the world?"

The monk smiled slightly: "Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? If I don't set foot in the mortal world, how can I save all sentient beings?"

"Then the master is here to save all sentient beings? But does the master really understand the suffering of all sentient beings? If you know that all sentient beings are suffering, you should practice suffering. The sufferings of the people are among the people, so how can they rely on wealthy families?" Lin Manqing said sarcastically.

The monk was not angry and said: "There is a reason for this. When a monk practices cultivation, he talks about fate. I have a fate with the Wu family, and I have a fate with my wife."

"Oh, monk, don't try to get predestined. Where did you and I come from?"

"Five years ago, thousands of Buddhas sang at Longmen Tianguan on Sanpo Mountain in the west of Beijing, and the Buddha's light spread far and wide. Madam should know about this, right?"

Hou Qigui next to him was shocked when he heard this.

He knows best about Yesanpo Longmen Tianguan. When Mr. Li first came to the capital, he took him and Xiao Minghe to Longmen Tianguan, entered the underground from Qianfogou, and destroyed the Ghost King's underground palace.

Hou Qigui personally experienced that battle, and the thrilling scene is still vivid in his mind.

It was that time that completely changed his world view and made him follow Li Muchen from then on.

How could this monk know?

Hou Qigui remembered that Li Muchen had said that Qianfogou was a magic circle to suppress the ghost king, and Buddhist monks must be involved.

The nearest Buddhist holy land is Wutai Mountain. Could this monk be related to this matter?

What Hou Qigui thought of, Lin Manqing also thought of.

But she remained calm, shook her head slightly and said, "I have never been to Longmen Tianguan."

The monk was stunned, as if he didn't expect Lin Manqing to deny it, and narrowed his eyes at her.

Lin Manqing didn't lie. She had indeed never been to Longmen Tianguan, let alone Qianfogou.

That time it was Li Muchen who went there. At that time, she had just stepped into the door of cultivation, and her level was probably not much better than that of Wu Yuqi, who was now a security guard at Li Residence.

"Master Xiankong, what nonsense are you talking to her!" Wu Jinshan said impatiently, "You have a contract with the Wu family. Today, teach this woman a lesson for me. I will see who else in the capital dares to go against me, Wu Jinshan!"

Zhengkong frowned slightly and said: "Master Wu is wrong. Unless I have a contract with the Wu family, a monk never signs a contract. I just serve Xiantong Temple and repay the kindness of the Wu family."

"Humph, you also know that it is a favor. Do you still have to pay this favor? Do things for me well, and the incense of Baoxian Tong Temple in my Wu family will be strong forever." Wu Jinshan sneered.

People were very surprised to hear that only temples could protect mortals, how could mortals protect temples?

How can the Wu family maintain the incense of a temple for a long time?

Everyone thought that Xian Kong would be angry and retort, and even walked away. Unexpectedly, the monk nodded, and then said to Lin Manqing: "Madam, don't talk about fate, just talk about Buddha's face. Please, for the sake of Buddha's sake, let the young monk put this Take two people away."

Lin Manqing chuckled and said: "I don't believe in Buddha, how can I see the Buddha's face? Besides, Buddhism talks about the emptiness of dependent origin. If the nature is empty, where does the Buddha's face come from?"

Xing Kong said, "Since you don't look at the Buddha's face, you can only look at the monk's face."

Everyone was confused. Is this the opposite?

I have heard of "Looking at the Buddha's face without looking at the monk's face", but I have never heard of "Looking at the monk's face without looking at the Buddha's face".

Just when everyone was confused and thought the monk had said something wrong, Xing Kong suddenly announced the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha!"

Then put your palms together and gently press them together.

boom!

It seemed like one sound, or a series of sounds, or a series of sounds condensed into one sound.

All the bowls, plates, cups, wine bottles on the dozens of tables in the hall were all broken into powder, with no hard stubble left.

The dishes on the table were still neatly arranged, but the wine, soup, and water began to flow, along the edge of the table, some flowing to the ground, and some flowing to people's clothes.

But no one moved, no one shook off their clothes, and no one stood up.

Everyone was dumbfounded and turned into stone statues.

The move of trapping in the air may seem ordinary, but in fact it is of a very high level.

Some of the tableware on this table are porcelain, some are glass, and some are metal products. It may not be difficult to break them. What is difficult is to turn them all into powder, and there are dozens of tables. Evenly distributed in the hall.

Not only does it have to have the power to smash things through the air, but it also needs to be able to injure other objects accidentally, not even touching the dishes on the plate.

This kind of precise control is incredible, and it is equivalent to controlling the entire space here.

Within this space, everything is under his control.

It can smash a plate, and of course it can kill a person.

The life and death of everyone here depends only on his thoughts.

Your heart, your brain, your bones... can be turned into powder at any time if he wants.

Even people who don't know martial arts or magic can see the awesomeness of trapping when faced with such a scene.

And the sound of "Amitabha" is still echoing in people's minds up to this moment, lingering like a magic sound.

Wu Jinshan laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! Who can compete with me when I am born in the Wu family! From now on, the capital city belongs to me, Wu Jinshan! All the bullshit Li family and the big West family will listen to me from now on! Hahaha !”

Now the Xi family was completely embarrassed, especially Wang Baichuan and Chu Zhenqing. Originally, he wanted to use the Wu family to fight against the Li family and reap the benefits. Unexpectedly, Wu Jinshan, who had been very low-key since the beginning and refused to show his face, suddenly became so rampant today.

However, the strength that the Wu family showed them in the past made them a little afraid, and the void-forming move of Xingkong made them dare not speak out.

The two of them could only fuck the eighteenth generation ancestors of Wu Jinshan in their hearts. But when I thought about Wu Zetian among them, I suddenly felt like I was an emperor, and I felt a little more balanced.

Lin Manqing's face was very calm. She didn't even look at Wu Jinshan. She just looked at Xing Kong and asked, "Master, what do you mean?"

Xingkong clasped his hands together and said, "Madam, can you still see the poor monk's face?"

Lin Manqing smiled and said, "I can see it, but I don't."

Zhengkong was stunned: "Madam, what do you mean?"

Lin Manqing smiled and said nothing, suddenly there was a Ruyi in her hand, and she waved it lightly.

But in the room, Yun Yun was steaming, and a faint purple mist floated, and in the purple mist, there were faint lights of five colors flickering.

In an instant, the shattered tableware, whether bowls, plates, cups, or bottles, were automatically healed.

And the wine and soup that had flowed out slowly flowed back into the closed tableware.

It's like going back in time, or playing the image backwards, and everything is back to how it was before.

"Master, of course you can see the face of a monk, but in this mortal world, don't underestimate the face of a woman." Lin Manqing said with a smile.