disguised holy monk

In the tea house by the river bank, four people were sitting on a tea table.

Xuan Qing was sitting by the window, opposite him was Nan Shuyu, Wanyan Banqin and Yue Quietly were sitting opposite each other.

Nan Shuyu was a little inexplicable, these two women were clearly friends of Master Xuanqing, but there was a faint atmosphere of tit-for-tat between each other, which was really unpredictable.Fortunately, Master Xuanqing was here, at least on the surface, there was still a harmonious atmosphere in the room.

After Xuanqing made an introduction for several people, the monk's robe moved slightly, made a pot of tea and poured a cup for each of them.His posture is flowing, elegant and clean, and it looks pleasing to the eye.

No one in the room spoke, and there was an awkward silence in the air. Xuanqing smiled helplessly, and could only open his mouth to break the silence, "Amitabha, we will meet here by fate, so don't be so restrained, just take a look at the scenery and drink tea together... ..."

"Master is right!" Yue quietly glanced at the person opposite, and quickly echoed with a smile: "It's better here, since you can have a panoramic view of the scenery below, and it's not easy to be disturbed."

Wanyan Banqin picked up the teacup and took a sip, admiring in a hoarse voice, "The tea made by the master is different."

Are these two people afraid of flattery? ... Nan Shuyu was a little dumbfounded.

Xuan Qing's words made the atmosphere in the room a little more fluid. The two drank tea and watched the fireworks, but they didn't run on each other anymore, but they didn't answer each other's words, and they only chatted with Xuan Qing.

Wanyan half-quilted seemed to have thought of something, and said, "I heard that the master is in charge of setting up an altar to lecture on the Longevity Festival? Is everything ready?"

Xuan Qing nodded, and said with a smile: "Everything is ready, but although teaching scriptures is a necessary homework, this time is still different from the past after all."

Yue Qingran saw that there was some thought between his long eyebrows, worried that he was nervous, so she joked: "Master, don't be nervous, even if you sit there without opening your mouth for a day, the people below will not be able to move their eyes either."

Xuan Qing was a little helpless, "Benefactor Yue was joking."

Yue Qingran originally wanted to tease Xuan Qing to make him relax, but after she finished speaking, she met his clear eyebrows, the red mole on her forehead was as bright as the morning glow, and she was stunned for a while, thinking that she was not joking anymore .

She lowered her head and took a sip of tea to hide the disappointment in her black eyes.

On the other hand, Nan Shuyu felt that Xuan Qing might not be worried about the sutra lecture, but worried about whether his body could last from morning to night.After all, at the end of the last conference on scriptures, he was so tired that he passed out...

Fortunately, Xuan Qing didn't know what Nan Shuyu was thinking, he looked at Yue Qingran and Wan Yan Banqin, "When will the two benefactors return?"

"The military affairs are busy, and I will go back tomorrow after presenting the gift." Wanyan said half-quilted and paused, "Master, do you want to go back to Northern Xinjiang with me?"

Yue Qingran had to stay in the imperial city for two more days, originally she was very happy when she heard that Wanyan Banqin was going to leave, but she never thought that she would abduct the monk and go with her in the next sentence?

"What's there to do in the remote and desolate northern Xinjiang? Why don't you go to Xiyi with me, the scenery is beautiful, I guarantee you'll see something you've never seen before!" She looked at Xuanqing and blinked.

Wanyan half-quilted calmly, and said indifferently: "The scenery is beautiful? Do you mean those snakes, insects and poisonous ants that can be seen everywhere?"

"Why, do you want to meet?" Yue quietly gritted her teeth, her expression ugly.It seems that the poisonous snake can be summoned in the next second.

Xuanqing has a big head, which means he just came back, okay, he doesn't want to go anywhere!

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Xuan Qing had no choice but to mediate, "The two benefactors..."

At this time, Nan Shuyu showed the air of a prince, and raised his voice: "Master Xuanqing will still give a lecture tomorrow, Young Master Yue and Princess Wanyan might as well go back to rest earlier today."

At this time, his slightly green eyebrows were cold, and he was probably dissatisfied with these two people who were openly poaching his master from the Southern Dynasty.

Just as the fireworks stopped, the crowd gradually dispersed in twos and threes.

Xuan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and agreed: "His Highness Nine is right, so let's say goodbye today, and the two benefactors should go back to the post station to rest earlier."

Thinking that Xuanqing would definitely be exhausted all day tomorrow, Yue Qingran and Wanyan Banqin were naturally too embarrassed to drag him down.

Several people parted ways, and Nan Shuyu was going back to the palace, so he asked his servants to drive a carriage to take Xuanqing back.

……

As the night darkened, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street.

When approaching Lin's mansion, the carriage stopped suddenly.

Xuan Qing slowly opened his eyes from the state of concentration, and said in a warm voice: "What's wrong?"

"Master, there is someone ahead."

Xuan Qing opened the curtain and saw a person standing in front of the carriage.The saffron monk's robe wrapped a tall and strong figure, and the black agate hanging beads on the neck gleamed dimly under the moonlight.The moonlight elongated his figure, and he didn't know how long he waited.

Isn't this familiar figure Amaro?

The originally gentle expression on Xuan Qing's face turned cold a little bit.

It was a little far away, and I couldn't see the expression on the other person's face clearly.But the last time they separated, Xuan Qing still remembered that he thought that the other party had killed the old abbot.

If Amaro really did it, he would naturally want to take revenge, but as Xuanqing, he shouldn't have such a heart of hatred.

"Master Xuanqing." The low and hoarse voice sounded, but it did not have the unruly evil spirit of the past, and a little nervousness could be heard faintly.

Amaro is obviously waiting for him here.

Xuan Qing came back to his senses, put on a calm expression that was cold and not blinded by hatred and lost the Buddha's heart, and slowly got out of the carriage.

After not seeing him for such a long time, Amaro seems to have lost some weight, and his handsome eyebrows are even deeper.

Xuan Qing's eyes lighted faintly, "Amoluo, what are you doing here?"

Amaro paused, seeing Xuanqing's indifferent appearance, he only smiled wryly, he should be content, at least the other party didn't just raise his hand to attack without saying a word.

He opened the brocade box in his hand and passed it over with both hands, "I came here to return these scriptures and secret books to their original owners."

Xuan Qing's pupils shrank, and he clenched the rosary in his hand for an instant, his clear black eyes stared at Amaro, his voice became two points lower, "It's really you!"

Amoluo knew what he was concerned about, and hurriedly explained: "It is true that I took the secret books, and now I return them all, but I did not kill the old abbot of Qingchan Temple."

Xuan Qing was a little skeptical before this, but seeing Amaro's expression really anxious at this moment, he was already [-]% convinced in his heart.

But this last point still made him look indifferent.

Amaro continued to explain: "Because I want to deal with you, I wanted to sneak into the Qingchan Temple in advance to learn more about you. On the one hand, it was to target you. On the other hand, I really wanted to explore Buddhism in the Southern Dynasties, so I took it away. I bought these scriptures..." He closed his eyes as he spoke, his handsome brows were stained with shame, his deep voice became a little hoarse, "It's just that there was another person in the temple at that time, and I was collecting scriptures with him. I have fought against the old abbot before, and it was indistinguishable, so I pulled away and left. I have not seen the old abbot during this period, so the murderer is very likely to be him."

Xuan Qing lowered his eyes and did not speak. After a long while, he folded his hands together and said calmly: "Amitabha, although it is difficult to justify it based on your one-sided words, but the poor monk is not willing to wrong anyone, and he will find out the truth. At that time, no matter who the murderer is , the poor monk will avenge the master."

When Xuan Qing finished speaking, he seemed unwilling to communicate with him any more, took the brocade box, turned around and got on the carriage.

Amaro looked at the carriage going away, feeling bitter and emotional in his heart. This person was the only person he admired in all these years. He wanted to be a close friend, but he didn't expect such a misunderstanding.The reason why he dared to appear in front of Xuan Qing without any precautions to explain these things was because he was certain that with his character, he would not kill him without complete evidence.

What's more, he will not kill.With his heart, his revenge is most likely to take him back to the Qingchan Temple, confine him to contemplate his mistakes, and reflect on himself.

……

Inside the carriage, Xuan Qing was meditating with his eyes closed.

That day, when he came back from participating in the conference, he picked up Wuying on the road. Before that, Nan Shuxuan just left, and it was also the time when the secret books of Qingchan Temple were stolen and the master was killed...

Xuanqing still remembered the three-edged needle, he asked Bai Muzhi, it didn't look like a hidden weapon commonly used in the Jianghu, whether it was high quality or exquisitely crafted, it showed its status.

Based on what Amaro said, if what he said is true...

Xuan Qing suddenly opened his eyes—Wu Ying's identity was about to be revealed.