Chapter 149 Goodbye Daoji When Jiang Lin walked out of the pit, Zhang Xiaoning had already moved all the servants out. They were lying on the ground in a mess. Although they were unconscious, their faces were covered with sweat from the sun. "Taoist Priest..." When Zhang Xiaoning saw Jiang Lin, he hurried forward to salute, with blood at the corner of his mouth. When he opened his mouth to speak, his words seemed a little unclear. Jiang Lin nodded and glanced at the dozen or so officers, each of whom had blood on their eyes. Wow, this guy is a ruthless person. He bit the tip of his tongue more than ten times and it bled. You are really not afraid of pain. Jiang Lin sighed in his heart, raised his hand and swung out a stream of true energy, which landed on Zhang Xiaoning's mouth. Taoism and medicine have been inseparable since ancient times. Jiang Lin knows some tricks to heal wounds. Although he cannot replenish Zhang Xiaoning's lost energy, it can at least make him feel a little more relaxed.
Zhang Xiaoning opened his mouth and found that his rotten tongue had recovered. "Thank you, Taoist Master." He saluted hurriedly. "Ah." Jiang Lin accepted the greeting, then pointed at the pit and said, "The evil spirit inside has been killed by me. Now that the matter is over, I will take my leave now." After saying that, without waiting for Zhang Xiaoning to react, he turned around and left. When Zhang Xiaoning came to his senses, the young Taoist was no longer in sight. He could only bow in the direction where the mysterious Taoist priest left based on his limited memory. "Farewell, Taoist Priest..." Zhang Xiaoning bowed thirteen times, then stood up and looked at his colleagues who were still unconscious. He sighed and said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to get up for a while, so let me thank the Taoist priest for saving your lives on your behalf." After saying that, Zhang Xiaoning found a shady place and sat there to watch, but his eyes would occasionally look towards the pit. What did the evil spirit that almost killed more than a dozen people look like? Zhang Xiaoning couldn't help but become curious. His curiosity aroused, and he couldn't help but start to fantasize, but he forced himself to restrain himself. However, it didn't take long before Zhang Xiaoning stood up. "Since the Taoist priest said that the evil spirit has been eradicated, there should be no problem..." As he said this, he saw his master slowly waking up. Zhang Xiaoning immediately put aside his curiosity, walked over quickly and helped his master up. "Master, how do you feel?" "What's wrong with me?"
The master rubbed his forehead and felt his whole body aching and he couldn't help feeling sleepy. Zhang Xiaoning recounted what happened, his eyes unconsciously looking at the hole. "Want to take a look?" The old officer had experienced a lot and could see at a glance what his restless apprentice was thinking. "Master, no matter what, this job is not finished yet. We have to go down sooner or later, right?" Zhang Xiaoning said embarrassedly. "Then go have a look." The old officer stood up and said, "The Taoist priest you mentioned may be young, but he must be a cultivator with real skills." "For a person like this to leave so easily, he must have no worries." "I also want to see what caused my brothers to be in this state." "Eh!" Zhang Xiaoning nodded, helped the old officer climb down the scaffolding and went down the pit. The master and his disciple walked through the tomb passage, with torches illuminating the dark space. However, the main tomb chamber was neat and tidy, no different from what they had seen before. "To the ear chamber." The old officer took a quick look and walked towards the left ear chamber first. Zhang Xiaoning drew his knife and followed his master. The master and the disciple walked into the ear chamber, and Zhang Xiaoning handed out the torch. "Dang Cang..." The next moment, the knife in Zhang Xiaoning's hand fell onto the bluestone slab, making a clanging sound. The old officer standing by also widened his eyes. Not only were there bones scattered all over the floor of the ear chamber, but in the middle of the ear chamber, there were fingernail-sized, dark, dry objects scattered throughout. These objects piled up look like a small grave mound, carrying a sense of death. "What's this……" Zhang Xiaoning muttered to himself. He couldn't recognize those objects, but he just felt a chill in his heart. "It's meat..." The old officer took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Although they are slightly different, I think they are the same thing." Seeing Zhang Xiaoning's puzzled look on his face, he raised his hand and pinched his flesh, which was just about the size of a fingernail. Zhang Xiaoning's eyes widened.
………… "Brother Xiaoer, four dishes, all of them must be meat, and five large pancakes." In the most famous hotel in Kyoto, Jiang Lin sat in a private room with a majestic look and greeted someone. "Come on!" The waiter agreed and went downstairs to pass on the message. Soon, the delicious dishes were placed on the table. Of course Jiang Lin didn't become rich suddenly. Right now, his whole body combined couldn't even take out ten big coins. But at this moment, Jiang Lin was eating the obviously expensive dishes on the table in front of him, and he was not panicked at all. Because this store was opened by the King of Qin. After finishing the meal, Jiang Lin burped in an ungraceful manner, called the boss in, took out the purple gold token and placed it on the table. "ah!" The boss was stunned at first, then smiled and asked, "Are you satisfied with the meal?" "Satisfied. Thank you for your hard work, boss." Jiang Lin nodded with a smile and put away the token. "No hard work, no hard work." The boss accompanied Jiang Lin all the way out of the restaurant, and before leaving, he also gave him a bag of the restaurant's specialty braised pork. "The King of Qin is a good man." Jiang Lin held the braised meat and sighed leisurely. He walked leisurely towards the direction of Prince Qin's Palace, but his expression changed on the way and he turned a corner. The street in front of me is full of various snack stalls. Jiang Lin narrowed his eyes and walked in. Of course, he was not hungry, but he sensed some familiar aura. After walking slowly for about one-third of the way down the street, Jiang Lin caught that hint of energy again. He raised his eyes and looked over. It was a small stall selling meat buns, and the steaming buns were filled with the aroma of meat. An old monk in a patchwork robe walked over unsteadily. He was fanning himself with a tattered palm-leaf fan and wearing a Vimalakirti hat on his head. The hat seemed a little small, revealing half of the scalp with stubble on the back of the head. The old monk walked slowly to the stall selling buns and picked up a bun. "Hey, hey, hey! You are so ignorant, how can you just take something without asking?"
The stall owner was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to stop him. "It's not like the old monk doesn't want to pay." The monk's voice was lazy but had a sloppy tone to it. "Then you should take out the money." The stall owner held out his hand. The old monk smacked his lips, put the buns back into the steamer, and muttered, "This stall owner has a bad temper. I won't eat yours..." After that, he turned around and left. The stall owner was dumbfounded to see five neatly printed black finger marks on the bun that was put back. "Come back, come back!" The stall owner had no choice but to hand the bun to the old monk, and sighed, "This time, consider it my alms. You don't have to pay for it, Master. Take it." "Hey, good people will be rewarded." The old monk immediately smiled, raised his finger and pointed at the stall owner, took the bun, turned around and walked away. The stall owner didn't care much and was just wiping the table, but he didn't notice that a few big coins had jumped onto the stall. The old monk chuckled, then turned around and left. He didn't mind the heat and ate the freshly-baked bun in two or three bites. Then he stretched and put the palm-leaf fan behind his collar. He was about to walk away unsteadily when he suddenly sniffed. When I turned around, I saw Jiang Lin walking towards me with a smile on his face. The old monk nodded at the young Taoist priest and said with a smile: "As the old saying goes, one is close to the people from one's hometown. In this huge capital, I have no relatives. It is the people from my hometown who will sympathize with me." As he spoke, he walked closer, stretched out his hand without hesitation, took the oil paper bag in his hand, opened it swiftly, picked up a piece of meat and started chewing. He ate and laughed, saying, "Well, I know the old monk is not full, so I came to give him some delicious meat." Jiang Lin looked at him with a smile, touched the small gourd on his sleeve, took out a pot of wine and handed it to the old monk. "Master, please have a taste of the palace's fine wine." "Ouch." The old monk's eyes lit up, he took it and took two sips, then said with a smile, "This is good wine." Jiang Lin stood beside the old monk and asked as he walked: "Master, why don't you stay in Lingyin Temple to practice meditation, but come to Kyoto?" That’s right, the old monk in front of him who was playing with the world was naturally the Master Dao Ji who had fought side by side with Jiang Lin in front of Hangzhou City. But in Jiang Lin's impression, this master has always been active in Hangzhou. How come he suddenly appeared in Kyoto City now? "The old monk fell asleep while worshiping Buddha and reciting the Diamond Sutra a few days ago. The abbot was annoyed that I did not respect Buddhism and expelled the old monk from the temple."
Master Dao Ji smiled leisurely, looked at Jiang Lin, and said slowly: "I wanted to go to your Taoist temple to register, but due to the rules of your family, I can't go in." "I had no choice but to wander around. I accidentally came to Kyoto, didn't I?" Jiang Lin glanced at Zen Master Dao Ji, and let what he said go in one ear and out the other, not believing a word he said. This master is good in every way, and he has a kind-hearted Buddhist heart, but his passion for playing games and worldly affairs is really confusing. "Master, we are also friends who have risked our lives for each other. Even if you are my elder, you will not be annoyed that I associate with a truly virtuous person." Jiang Lin smiled helplessly and said, "Given the relationship between you and me, why don't you tell the truth?" There are indeed rules in the Black Law that prohibit one from meditating, chanting Buddha's name, or worshipping in Buddhist temples, but there is no rule that prohibits one from traveling with monks or socializing with them. You just need to pay attention to the right degree. When socializing, don't mention Buddhist scriptures or the like, and there will be no problem. Not to mention, the man in front of Jiang Lin was more like a Buddhist Zen practitioner than a monk. They seemed to be of the same kind, but in fact there was a huge difference. "Hey, monks don't tell lies." Zen Master Dao Ji said with a smile. Jiang Lin curled his lips and said, "If you do this again, you have to return the meat to me." "Ha ha ha ha……" Zen Master Dao Ji didn't say much, he just waved his palm-leaf fan and waved at Jiang Lin, signaling him to follow. Jiang Lin narrowed his eyes and followed. The two of them walked one after the other all the way to the outskirts of Kyoto. Jiang Lin looked back. Judging from the current weather, Kyoto would be closed soon, and he was afraid that he would not be able to go back tonight. Zen Master Dao Ji ignored all this and just went to a small hill outside Kyoto. Halfway up the mountain, there is a small pavilion. I don’t know when it was built, but it looks like it has been there for many years. "What a blessing! We don't have to sleep in the wilderness tonight." Zen Master Dao Ji clapped his hands and laughed, then walked into the pavilion, leaned against the railing, and ate meat happily, drinking wine. Jiang Lin followed him, glanced around, and said with a smile: "Master, this place doesn't look like a good place." Although the Fengdu Dharma Eye was not opened, a vague ominous aura could still be seen. As Jiang Lin spoke, he felt a little surprised. This place was not far from Kyoto, but even with his own spiritual perception and consciousness, if he had not climbed the mountain himself, he would not have noticed anything strange. Sure enough, this master is not someone who shoots without a purpose... Jiang Lin sighed silently in his heart, not paying attention to Zen Master Dao Ji who was eating and drinking by himself. When he opened and closed his eyes, his pupils turned pitch black. Under the eyes of Fengdu, some evil spirits naturally have nowhere to hide. Opening the Fengdu Dharma Eye, Jiang Lin looked around, and this time he really saw more things.
"Master, when did you find this place?" Jiang Lin didn't look at it any further. He walked into the pavilion, sat down, and asked with his head tilted. "The old monk also stayed in Kyoto for a few days." Zen Master Dao Ji said with a smile: "After all, we have discovered some clues." Jiang Lin narrowed his eyes and understood. Zen Master Dao Ji had something else in his words, but he couldn't say it clearly. The word clues is used in an interesting way. This word is generally used when investigating something. Combined with what Zen Master Dao Ji had just said, which was clearly a lie, about the reason for coming to Kyoto, Jiang Lin roughly understood what was going on. Certain beings told Zen Master Dao Ji to track him all the way to Kyoto. But these things cannot be said openly, at least not to Jiang Linming. In the final analysis, they are two people, one Buddha, one Tao, and they are fundamentally different. It’s just like Jiang Lin wouldn’t rashly take Zen Master Dao Ji to see the King of Qin. Jiang Lin was thinking in his mind, looking around with his dark eyes. There was a hint of majestic aura in that evil intent, which Jiang Lin was very familiar with. Graying the heresy. On this mountain, there is the aura of the heretics who are covered in ash. Zen Master Dao Ji came for this very reason. Of the three major evil sects that attacked Hangzhou, the Ash-Coated Heretic was the most special, because strictly speaking, this Ash-Coated Heretic was attached to Buddhism... In other words, the attack on Hangzhou by the gray-painted heretics was a "family disgrace" for Buddhism. I think this is also the reason why Zen Master Dao Ji was so secretive and never spoke clearly. Of the three major evil sects, the White Lotus Sect has been completely eliminated, without any trace left. As for the remaining two, Jiang Lin has now set his sights on Ji Bendao. If there is any trace of them, Jiang Lin will definitely hunt them down without any hesitation until they are completely wiped out. What remains is just a gray heretic. Jiang Lin rummaged through his sleeves and took out the newly acquired Tianpeng ruler. It seems that tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. (End of this chapter)