Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 321 Blasphemy

Kong Neng felt helpless, but he swallowed hard and continued, "My brothers said there were two Yakshas, ​​one male and one female. One was hideously ugly, with a hideous, ferocious face, very terrifying, and appalling. The other was incredibly beautiful, like a fairy from heaven..."

Are Yakshas always coming out in pairs these days to cause trouble? Atheist Xiao Cui twitched his lips, suspecting these novice monks were talking nonsense.

Cui Bianxu looked at Huai Zhen beside him with a curious look: "This Xingjing Temple is not very big, so how could the abbot not notice such a commotion? Could he be chanting in a dream?"

If this is the case, it is too suspicious. We have to take this bald donkey back and let Wang Leisheng use his best skills to entertain him.

Huaizhen clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha" before opening his eyes. His compassionate eyes were filled with regret: "I heard it. At first I thought they were just quarreling behind me and didn't pay much attention. Later, when Huineng came looking for me in a panic, I realized that such a tragic thing had happened..."

This explanation was quite acceptable. Wang Mingqian glanced at a small courtyard next to Huai Zhen's residence and stopped, wondering, "Where is that?"

"Oh, may the Buddha have mercy on me. That's a place in the temple for pilgrims to rest and for people passing by on their way to stay overnight."

Cui Bianxu and Wang Mingqian curled their lips at the same time after hearing this. It sounded nice, but it was really fooling fools.

Nowadays, any decent temple or Taoist temple will prepare some vacant rooms, nominally to receive pilgrims, but in fact they are cheap hotels that do not require identification such as fish tokens.

It sounds like the place is free for people to live in, but if you don’t donate money, it’s like a dream to live there!

"Is there anyone living in there?" Cui Bianxu was now very familiar with the rules of the Dali Temple in handling cases - it would rather kill someone by mistake than let the person go.

People who live in such places are either poor or have questionable identities. If someone lives there, they will be called out for questioning, and they might end up in a three-day trip to the Dali Temple Prison.

"There lives a provincial scholar who failed this year's spring exam. The journey back home is too long, so he doesn't plan to go back. He plans to stay here until next year's spring exam."

Kong Neng said as if he felt sorry for the man: "Donor Jin is usually very hardworking. If he hadn't caught a cold this time, he would have definitely passed the exam."

Wang Mingqian was just about to say that even if Feng Han hadn't caught it, a poor student would most likely not pass the exam when he heard several consecutive shouts coming from the direction of the main hall.

In just a few breaths, the temple door that had been tightly closed suddenly flew open, and several monks rushed out in panic, their scrambling appearance completely losing their usual aloofness.

Huai Zhen, who had been quite calm, suddenly opened his eyes, frowned, and ran over there.

King Cui and his companion immediately ran over. They were young and martial artists, so they were much faster than Huai Zhen. Before Huai Zhen could even start running, they had already rushed to the front of the hall.

Seeing the monks running out in panic, Wang Mingqian shouted several times but no one stopped. They were obviously frightened and probably couldn't hear the outside sounds for a while. The two of them took decisive action and each of them pressed down the shoulders of a monk.

They were all martial artists, so naturally they were stronger than ordinary people. The two unlucky guys who happened to be within their arm's reach were stopped by them while running, and almost fell backwards with their heads tilted back due to inertia.

Fortunately, the two of them still had some conscience and got it back in time.

After the monk regained his balance, he saw the official uniforms on the two men and felt as if he had seen a savior. "Shangguan, Shangguan, this is bad! The yaksha inside seems to have blood at the corner of its mouth. It was, it was Uncle Xingyun who did it last night! It must be them!"

Huai Zhen just ran over and heard this, and subconsciously scolded him: "Nonsense, that Yaksha is a ghost god, and has been worshipped by us for countless years, how could he harm people?"

"No, no, Abbot, it was my uncle-master who blasphemed the gods and angered the gods, which is why we have this disaster!" Another person also spoke up.

Both of them had expressions of incomparable fear on their faces. It was obvious that the continuous stimulation in a short period of time inevitably made them confused.

Cui Bianxu grasped the key point keenly, and the strength in his hands could not help but increase by three points: "What do you mean by blasphemy?"

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts!" The monk who was pinched in his hand felt pain and instinctively fell to the ground to try to break free.

Huai Zhen quickly stepped forward to support the man and said, "Master Cui, please show some mercy and let him speak slowly."

"The abbot misunderstood. Cui Shaoqing was simply trying to help the young monk because he was worried he would be too frightened to stand."

Wang Mingqian chuckled and said, letting go of the person he was holding, and gently brushed him on the shoulder: "Those who leave home are free from the four elements. They have to personally prepare every porridge and every meal. They are not made of dough, so how can they be so weak?"

Huai Zhen had not expected that this always elegant and amiable General Zhonglang would suddenly say such harsh words. After a moment's pause, a smile pulled up at the corner of his mouth and he said, "General Zhonglang is absolutely right. It was my poor words that made me lose my temper. I hope that Junior Master Cui will not take it to heart."

Immediately, he frowned and scolded the novice monk: "The two superiors have something to ask you. Why are you so panicked? Stand still!"

"Tell me, what exactly happened in there?" Cui Bianxu had no interest in watching Huai Zhen scolding people, so he turned and walked into the hall. Now that everyone inside had run away, it was a good time to go in and take a look at the situation.

He was skeptical about Huai Zhen's claim that he was here all night long - there wasn't even a witness, so who would believe his empty words?

"Shangguan can't go!"

"There really is an evil ghost haunting inside!"

The two monks were fine with them going in, but when they saw their own abbot following them inside, they became anxious: "Abbot, don't go! There's something fishy about the Yaksha on the mural inside!"

"Whether there is a problem, I will take a look and tell you."

Cui Bianxu walked with great strides, casually drawing a long sword from his waist and wielding it twice in the air. The sound of the sword piercing the air made people's hair stand on end. "If there really is a Yaksha, I would like to meet it!"

Seeing this guy showing such an arrogant look, Wang Mingqian did not hesitate and drew out his Mo Dao and followed him.

Although Cui Yi is here, even if something really happens, the probability of him taking action is not very high. But if he doesn't even pretend, this guy will definitely complain again when he comes back, so he might as well pretend!

Wang Mingqian felt a little upset. His family had been looking for a marriage partner for him recently. The people he most wanted were naturally two legitimate daughters of the Cui family, but this was not easy to do.

Cui Bianxu of the Qinghe Cui family has only one legitimate daughter in this generation, who is the daughter of the eldest wife and should be fifteen this year.