The young monk has returned to secular life

The doorkeeper Zhao Lei finally discovered that Yi Zhen was different.

They were irritated by Yizhen from the beginning and didn't even notice the fact that Yizhen could see them.

It wasn't until they realized that a ray of soul could not appear in front of others that they realized that something seemed wrong.

Yi Zhen did not answer them because an iron sword was already placed around his neck.

The two melon-faced men couldn't see the door god. They thought that what Yizhen said just now, "What can you do to me?" was a provocation to them.

"Smelly monk, are you so arrogant?"

"You'd better tell them to get out, or I'll kill you now!"

Yizhen lowered his eyelids and looked at the iron sword on his neck, and spread his hands helplessly: "I also want them to get out, but they don't listen to me."

"Then who do they listen to?"

The two melon-faced people wanted him to recruit the mastermind behind the scenes, but Yizhen stretched out his hand and pointed upward.

This action represents only one person in the world, and that is His Majesty the Emperor of the Kang Dynasty.

They thought of the place where Yizhen escaped and disappeared, and also thought of the new pavilion master Mo Youdao's warning - that little monk's identity was not simple.

The two looked at each other, turned to look around, and silently sheathed the iron sword.

"Walk."

The real luxury of Liefang Pavilion is not the three-story wooden building in front, but the individual courtyards in the backyard.

Sister Hong was in front, Yizhen was in the middle, and the two winter melon faces were behind. The four of them walked into the backyard together.

This provoked some "middle-aged and elderly friends" behind me to shout that the world is unfair and people's hearts are not ancient, and they clamored to never go to the monk's temple to donate sesame oil money again.

Yizhen pretended not to hear. These people were just envious, jealous, and resentful. There was no point in explaining. It was better to accept it calmly.

He followed Sister Hong all the way to twists and turns, and heard all kinds of unexpected sounds in his ears.

The sound of silk and bamboo, the sound of reading, laughter...the sounds are heard.

Young people, middle-aged people, old people... everyone is happy.

Yi Zhen sighed in his heart: The world is getting worse.

The four of them came to a secluded place in the backyard. Sister Hong asked the two melon-faced people to wait at the entrance of the courtyard while she led Yizhen into the courtyard.

There are green bamboos planted on both sides of the courtyard, and there are bluestone pavements under the feet with unique patterns on them.

After walking through an S-turn, the two of them came to a large living room.

There was no one in the hall, but looking through the open window, there was a wooden couch there, with a tea table on the couch, and sitting in front of the tea table was an old man wearing a black brocade robe.

This person has a round face, a long mouth, a smile, and a tea cup in his hand.

Seeing the two people arriving, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Pavilion Master, we have arrived."

Mo Youdao nodded slightly: "Go and call Mo Yun."

Sister Hong didn't even dare to lift it up, so she turned around and left.

Yi Zhen walked into the living room unceremoniously.

"Holy monk, please sit down."

Yizhen didn't even take off his shoes and sat cross-legged in front of the tea table.

Mo Youdao picked up the teapot at hand and raised it high. A thin stream slowly shot out from the teapot's outlet and fell directly into the teacup in front of Yizhen.

"Holy monk, try how it tastes."

Yi Zhen felt that although his way of pouring tea was chic, it was not elegant.

Especially since the color of this tea seemed to be "inflammable", he felt that he couldn't drink it.

"Amitabha, this young monk is not good at tea ceremony."

"Oh?"

Mo Youdao seemed a little surprised: "Isn't it said that tea ceremony leads to Zen? I know many eminent monks who are masters of tea ceremony, but the holy monk doesn't like tea ceremony?"

Yi Zhen smiled slightly: "Amitabha, there is still a difference between an eminent monk and a holy monk."

"Forehead……"

Mo Youdao was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "That makes sense."

Since there was no exchange of pleasantries, Mo Youdao asked straight to the point: "I wonder if the holy monk came to my Liefang Pavilion today. What advice can you give me?"

Yizhen said: "I heard that Liefang Pavilion has been looking for the whereabouts of the young monk, so I came here to report today."

Mo Youdao smoothed his short beard under his chin and asked softly: "Does the holy monk know why Liefang Pavilion inquired about your whereabouts?"

Yi Zhen shook his head: "I haven't heard of this."

Mo Youdao finally saw that this young monk was completely different from the other senior monks he knew.

If you are subtle with him, he will follow you face to face.

If you get straight to the point with him, he will pretend to be confused with you.

If I keep going around like this, I won't be able to untie the knot in my heart until dawn.

Then we can only go straight to the point.

"I heard that you have been here before."

His words were still reserved, and Yi Zhen said directly to them: "No."

Mo Youdao's face looked a little ugly. Why do you, a little monk, lie without hesitation?

"I can give you a hint. On the eighth day of February, it's 'Catch the Demonic Prostitute'."

Yi Zhen pretended to think for a moment, then suddenly said: "Oh, I remembered."

"That day, the young monk wanted to join in the fun, but he was too cash-strapped to bid. He was chased away by the two melon-faced people outside the door before he could even start."

Mo Youdao smiled coldly: "What a clever little monk, what have you done? Don't you have any idea in your heart?"

Yizhen said very firmly: "The young monk is a serious person, how can he work in your Liefang Pavilion? You can't even think of slandering my innocence."

Mo Youdao was so angry in his heart that this smelly monk was so shameless.

He slapped the tea table with one palm and said angrily: "That night, the vixen we were planning to bid for showed his true form in a strange way. Do you dare to say that it wasn't caused by your chanting?"

Yi Zhen pretended to pat his chest: "Master Mo, please don't get angry. It's okay if you are so angry, but it won't be good if you scare me."

"Yizhen, don't keep up these rhetorical arguments. Tell me quickly, are you the one who caused the trouble?" Mo Youdao has lost his patience.

"No."

"You fart!" Mo Youdao was really angry. Otherwise, a seventh-level Saint-Enlightenment master who could see through life and death wouldn't be so rude.

Yi Zhen spread his hands: "Look, if I say no and you don't believe me, then you just think it's me."

Mo Youdao took a deep breath and adjusted his mentality.

"People of the Ming Dynasty don't tell secret words. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Bodhi Temple is the largest temple in Xinzhou. We have no intention to be your enemy. Mo Mou only wants to ask you one thing - how did you break the poison we put in her body?" The talisman."

Yizhen said: "I just recited the sutra at the time. As for whether the sutra had an effect, I don't know."

"What sutra are you reciting?" Mo Youdao asked.

""Diamond Sutra"."

Yi Zhen didn't lie.

Mo Youdao didn't believe it at all.

"Yizhen, do you think we won't verify these ordinary scriptures?"

Yizhen asked: "What scriptures have you verified?"

Mo Youdao said coldly: "The Lankavatara Sutra, the Diamond Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, the Paramita Heart Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, the Amitabha Sutra, and the Infinite Life Sutra. ", "Ksitigarbha Sutra"...we have verified them all."

Yi Zhenxin said, these grandsons know more scriptures than I do, no wonder they are so arrogant.

But I didn't lie. Could it be that what they recited were false scriptures?

It seems necessary to go back to Bodhi Temple to verify this matter.

"Amitabha, monks don't lie."

Mo Youdao gritted his teeth and nodded: "In that case, don't blame me for being rude."

"Somebody come!"