Chapter 218 The Buddhist Descends the Mountain

After a while, the young novice came in with a monk with a long beard.

Baoshu on the futon was shocked and quickly stood up and saluted, "Master Ronghai, why do you have time to visit this temple?"

"Master Baoshu, please forgive me, but this poor monk also has something to disturb you." Rong Hai, wearing a simple cassock, returned the greeting.

Baoshu raised his hand to signal to sit down and then asked the young novice to serve tea.

The fragrance of tea was faint, and the two of them drank tea separately, not in a hurry to talk. After a few sips of tea, Baoshu asked with a smile, "The master is here, presumably because of Bianzhou's affairs?"

"Indeed, you must also know the news about Jianchi's fate. I wonder what the Master has in mind?" Rong Hai said with a normal expression.

After hearing this, Baoshu did not speak immediately, but pondered. Rong Hai didn't bother him, just drank tea and waited quietly.

After thinking about it, Baoshu asked in a deep voice, "Is it that sword that Jianchi took action?"

"No, but he is still a second-grade one." Rong Hai said truthfully based on the information he received.

"Where is Dacheng'en Temple? Still standing still?"

"I don't know about this. Dachengen Temple has a deep connection with the imperial court. They will not move unless the imperial court takes action."

After a brief conversation, the two fell into silence again. By now, Baoshu had already guessed Rong Hai's intention. He had talked with his master, Zen Master Shen Deng, yesterday.

As for the Heaven-Building Baojing, the magic lamp has never seen it, so there is no way to predict its effect. However, the magic lamp supports Baoshu's desire to enter the heart of the great master. But the only advice he gave was to keep an eye on Jianchi's movements.

Now there is movement in Jianchi, but not much. However, the Taoist gate was not moving and Dachengen Temple was still unclear, which made him worried and did not want to end early.

Opportunity is important. Once there is no gain, it will expose yourself first.

After much deliberation, I still couldn't make a decision, so I had to ask, "What are you going to do?"

"Get involved!" Rong Hai said decisively.

"Oh? Now?" Baoshu was surprised. Is it too eager to end now?

Does Rong Hai really not intend to wait any longer? Logically speaking, we should wait a little longer, isn't it better to wait for the others to enter first?

Facing Baoshu's scrutinizing eyes, Rong Hai's expression remained unchanged, as if he was just talking about an ordinary thing.

Baoshu can't understand now. Why? Why is he so anxious? In his impression, Rong Hai is not a person who can't get down.

"Why..."

"Why are you so anxious?" Rong Hai interrupted Baoshu with a smile. Seeing the confusion on Baoshu's face not diminishing but increasing, he dropped a bombshell news.

"I met Master Jinghui on the road!"

"What?" This time it was Baoshu's turn not to be calm. His eyes widened and he looked at Rong Hai in disbelief.

He hurriedly asked him to say again who he saw.

"Master Jinghui, Master Jinghui from Jingqing Temple. Not only have we met her, but we also chatted with her for a few words. Although she didn't say anything, the direction of the boat is to Bianzhou. I asked the boatman."

Rong Hai looked at Baoshu calmly, stroking his long beard with a sincere expression.

Great master! Baoshu didn't come back to his senses for a long time. It wasn't until Rong Hai picked up the teacup that he exhaled, "Amitabha..."

But his mind was already in confusion, and the Buddha's name sounded weak. This news was really shocking. Not long after, the great master appeared.

No wonder the sword in Jianchi doesn't move.

"Senior brother, wait a minute. The poor monk is going to see Master Shenlan. The matter is too big, and the poor monk really doesn't dare to make rash decisions!"

"Go ahead. I have already met the ancestor of our temple, Monk Ji Yi, before I came here." Rong Hai did not stop him. He also knew that it was impossible for Baoshu to make the decision on his own when it came to the Grand Master.

Baoshu nodded, got up and walked towards the backyard of the temple. Rong Hai, on the other hand, drank tea slowly and looked at the furnishings in the room from time to time, showing boredom.

Soon Baoshu came back in a hurry. As soon as he sat down, he picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Then he turned around and asked, "How many people does your temple plan to send?"

"The first group was led by the little grandmaster, and Mingyuan was among them." Rong Hai didn't hesitate to say anything.

Baoshu took a breath, Ming Yuan was personally taught by Rong Hai, and he had been with him since he was a child. He could almost be said to be a disciple of the Buddha.

It seems that Kuzen Temple has made up its mind.

Rong Hai, who was drinking tea, asked, "What are your plans, senior brother?"

"Master Shen Leng said: Yes."

After just a few words, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, and the idea of ​​forming an alliance was already hidden in their minds. Each of them has a great master, so as long as the imperial court doesn't take action, they can be safe and sound.

As for Master Jinghui? She has lost the opportunity. As long as she takes precautions, she is not afraid.

"In this case, the disciples of your temple need to leave as soon as possible. There is no need for Buddhist disciples from both sides to show up first. They can just wait near the state capital. Send someone to find out the information first, and then take action after confirming it. How about it?" Baoshu said with great interest? asked.

Rong Hai thought for a while and said with a smile, "That's very good, but we need to warn the disciples not to fight with each other, and to exchange information. With Zen Master Shen Deng of your temple and holy monk Ji Yi of our temple sitting in charge, they will be safe and sound."

"It suits my heart exactly." Baoshu said with a smile, "In this way, even if the message of the Bao Sutra is not true, it can still sharpen the disciples."

"Kill two birds with one stone!"

...

In the stone room of Jianchi, the Supreme Elder was playing with the white jade, thoughtfully.

The quality of the white jade is good, it doesn't feel cool at all, it is warm and delicate. What was carved on it was something he could recognize at a glance, a picture of mending the sky.

But he was also uncertain, "Is the news clear?"

"Clear! It has been confirmed that it is indeed one of the three white jade pieces in the book!" Guo Yuanyi said respectfully.

The Grand Elder was still a little confused. He looked up at the smooth sword mark and murmured to himself, "Brother, could it be you who did it?"

He thought slowly and pondered, through the various things that happened between him and his senior brother in the past. He always felt that his senior brother was not a person who liked gorgeous decorations, but he was not sure about the Saint of the Demon Cult.

"Who brought the white jade back?" he asked suddenly.

Guo Yuanyi immediately replied, "It was Ye Huan who brought it back personally. He said that he had confirmed with the clerk that it was indeed the thing in the book."

"Ye Huan..."

The Grand Elder murmured silently, then threw the white jade to Guo Yuanyi and said, "Send another first-grade disciple over, and be steady."

"It's not certain now, let them be careful. I guess the Buddhist sect will not be able to bear it first, but the major Taoist sects will continue to wait and see."

"Wait quietly, there will be news."

After that, he stopped talking and asked Guo Yuanyi to go out. In the stone room with only one person left, he smiled a little.

Looking up at Jianhen, "You are nowhere to be seen at this time, it seems that you are indeed dead..."

......

With the successive demise of several major sects, the hard-earned peace of Bianzhou City was broken again.

Zhao stopped in the bustling crowd and turned back. After a day of wandering, he had seen many disciples of major sects, but the murderous aura he felt that night did not appear again.

"The news released this time is a bit inexplicable. Fish really don't bite empty hooks."

"Miscalculated..."