The two novice monks lowered their eyebrows, their eyes cold in the depths.
"This is the holy land of Buddhism. Even if you are a royal guard, you are not allowed to make noise here. If you offend the Buddha, you will not end well!"
A female voice came from the crowd.
When Wang Ye heard the news, he saw that she was a girl in a green dress, with a sweet appearance, fair skin, and the same age as him. She was holding a purple clay pot of tea in her hand and carrying a sword on her body, like a fledgling heroine!
"Shut up, I'll wait for Jin Yiwei to handle the case. When will it be your turn to interrupt!"
Wang Ye scolded, and the woman in the green skirt was startled. She raised her little mouth and snorted: "Why are you so fierce? You think you are great because you are a royal guard. If you dare to bully me, I will ask my father to teach you a lesson." "
Unruly and willful.
When the pilgrims around him saw this, they all looked at Wang Ye angrily.
Some pilgrims recognized the identity of the girl in green dress: "She is actually the little princess of Tianying Sect!"
"What, little princess of Tianying Sect, Tianying Sect is a first-class sect in the world, and the leader is a super strong person in the Xiantian realm!"
"No wonder I have to be afraid of Jin Yiwei. The little princess of Tianying Sect is so beautiful!"
"I heard that the flying sword of Tianying Sect is unparalleled in the world and is known as the best hidden weapon in the world. Is it true?"
"Of course it's true. The Sky Shadow Sect's flying knives are a good example. It's a pity that no one can practice the Sky Shadow flying knives to the eighth level, otherwise they must be the top sect in the world!"
When Wang Yi heard about Tianying Sect, he glanced at the girl in green skirt, and then focused on the little novice monk.
"The breathing is longer than that of ordinary people, which is interesting."
Wang Yi has sensitive ears and can tell the difference between ordinary people and warriors.
"walk into!"
Hanshan Temple is very large, with the central hall: the Main Hall.
The golden body of Tathagata sits in the center.
Ten feet tall, with a glazed golden body, dazzling and dazzling.
Under the golden body of Tathagata, there are nine lotus flowers, shining with golden light.
Wang Yi scanned for a week and found nothing, but something felt wrong.
"Damn, that's such a big golden body of Tathagata. Even if it's made of copper, if it's sold, it can feed hundreds of thousands of people!" Wang Ye has no respect for Buddha, and he can't stand the sanctimony of Buddhism.
When the pilgrims who were kneeling and worshiping heard Wang Ye's words, they could no longer bear it and angrily shouted: "Young man, what do you know? The golden body of Buddha can suppress demons and ghosts and protect the people of the world. Without Buddha, the world would be in chaos! "
When other pilgrims saw someone taking the lead in speaking, they also spoke one after another: "Young man, your remarks are blasphemous to the Buddha. Why don't you kneel down quickly and ask for the Buddha's forgiveness!"
Wang Ye became angry and shouted: "Why are you making such a fuss? If you keep making any more noise, I will put you all in Zhenbei Division Prison!"
The main hall was silent for an instant.
People bully the weak and fear the strong.
"Amitabha, you are so good. I wonder what important matters you donors have?" An old monk walked out of the backyard of the Mahavir Palace.
The old monk is broad and fat, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He has nine ring scars on his head and wears a demon-conquering cassock. He looks like an eminent monk.
Wang Yi looked the old monk up and down and noticed something was wrong.
Although the old monk breathed like a normal person, Wang Yi could tell that the old monk was just faking it. His beating was like a drumbeat, and his energy and blood were majestic.
Every breath and every breath is like the pulse of the earth.
A super-first-class master only needs to graft the bridge between heaven and earth before he can step into the innate realm.
Another thing is that Wang Yi noticed a faint smell of blood coming from the old monk.
Even if the old monk chants sutras all year round, he cannot hide the smell of blood.
Ordinary people cannot detect these differences, but Wang Yi can.
This is because the level gap between the two sides is too large.
"Old monk, do you know why I came to Hanshan Temple?"
A murderous intention flashed in the old monk's eyes, but he still pretended to be kind, clasped his hands together, and declared: "Amitabha, donor, don't you know?"
Wang Yi straightened his face and said: "Old monk, three days ago, one hundred thousand taels of disaster relief money were robbed in Yuanjiang. I got the news that the disaster relief money was transported to Hanshan Temple by the thieves."
The old monk was startled and his heartbeat quickened, "Sir, this is absolutely not the case. Hanshan Temple is a place of Buddhism. How can you rob disaster relief funds!"
Wang Yi's expression remained calm: "Did I say that you, the monks of Hanshan Temple, robbed disaster relief funds?"
The old monk's heart beat even more violently, and he forced out a smile, "Sir, you really didn't say it. I heard it wrong!"
"I heard wrong, that's okay!"
Wang Yi was very casual and focused his attention on the monks of Hanshan Temple: "Do you, the monks of Hanshan Temple, know martial arts?"
The old monk's breath was stagnant, and he answered in a very short time: "Sir, we monks from Hanshan Temple know a little about boxing and kicking skills."
Wang Yi said "hmm": "Does the master know martial arts?"
The old monk shook his head: "Sir, when I was young, I also yearned for martial arts. After becoming a monk, I devoted myself to Buddhism and did not know martial arts!"
Wang Yi was very satisfied and waved: "Okay, old monk, call everyone in your Hanshan Temple. I will personally check it. If anyone is missed, he will be treated as a thief!"
Wang Yi's request cannot be refused.
In the Ming Dynasty, the West Factory had the highest status, the East Factory was the most brutal, and the Jinyiwei had the most lenient control.
There is a good saying: It is better to provoke the King of Hell than to provoke the Jin Yiwei!
The old monk's eyes flickered, thinking in his heart: How much does he know? Liu Zhi didn't reply. Could it be that he was caught and confessed... No, if Liu Zhi confessed, then the one who came today would not be a Jinyiwei Xiaoqi, the person coming should be Qianhu.
After thinking about it clearly, the old monk looked kind and asked for a young novice monk, "Go and call everyone in the backyard."
"Yes, Master!"
The little novice went to the backyard.
Wang Yi waited patiently and scanned the Western Zhou Dynasty.
The pilgrims stood aside, whispering, and were very dissatisfied with Jin Yiwei.
"They are really a bunch of bandits, doing random things and blaspheming the Buddha. No wonder they are called court eagle dogs. Our Tianying Sect will not bully others." The little princess of the Tianying Sect deliberately spoke loudly so that everyone could hear.
His maid immediately echoed: "Yes, they are just a group of bandits, doing whatever they want, and they are the hawks of the imperial court."
Pilgrims are people who go to Buddha, of course to Buddhism. No one is the first to speak, and they dare not speak.
Now, the little princess of Tianying Sect spoke first, and they also spoke one after another.
"There will be retribution for being so arrogant in the Holy Land of Buddhism!"
"This is blasphemy to Buddha and will not end well."
Wang Ye's eyes were filled with fierce light, and his right hand was holding the handle of Xiuchundao.
Wang Yi pressed his hand and signaled Wang Ye not to take action for the time being.
He has discovered the clue and set his sights on the golden lotus beneath the Tathagata's golden body!
Wang Yi stomped his feet lightly.
A wave of fluctuation circulates underground.
No one found out.
"empty!"
Wang Yi is confident!
At this time, in the backyard of Hanshan Temple, the great monks from the West gathered together.
Tall, short, fat and thin!
The short monk's eyes flashed fiercely: "Second brother, how did that boy know that one hundred thousand taels of silver were in Hanshan Temple? Could it be that the county magistrate Liu Zhi reported us?"
As he spoke, the short monk made a throat-cutting motion.
The thin monk shook his head: "No, if it was the county magistrate Liu Zhi who reported us, the one who came today would not be the famous Jin Yiwei from the West. Fifth, please don't act rashly."
"Yes, County Magistrate Liu Zhi will not report us. I guess it may be that an herb picker saw us carrying boxes that night."
"If that's the case, it's going to be troublesome. These Jin Yiwei are like dogs, they bite people and won't let go."
"Damn it, these Jin Yiwei brats don't know what the world is and how stupid they are. They think they are Jin Yiwei. We don't dare to touch him. Kill him and let's leave this place." The short monk was filled with murderous intent.
The thin monk thought for a while: "Third brother, West brother, do you think it was that stupid young man who deceived us?"
"You are cheating on us, second brother. If you are cheating on us, we have to take action. Otherwise, when the Jin Yiwei army comes, Hanshan Temple will be turned upside down, and the money will be discovered sooner or later!"
"Since Jin Yiwei has a guess, he will definitely not let it go. We have to send the money away as soon as possible!"
The short monk's eyes were filled with cold murderous intent. He was a lawless person.
He and Brother Xiwei once looted several towns in Mobei and killed countless people without blinking an eye. How could they be afraid of the little Jin Yiwei.
"Let's go out and take a look first, don't give him any excuses!" The thin monk led the other three people to the Main Hall.
In the Mahavira Hall, on the left side of the Tathagata's golden body are the famous Jinyi guards of the Shixi West, and on the right side are the monks of Hanshan Temple.
Outside the temple, there were hundreds of pilgrims.
"Amitabha, good, good, good."
From the side door on the right side of the Main Hall, an old monk named Xi Ming walked out. He was tall, short, fat and thin.
Wang Yi's eyes brightened slightly, and he smelled a faint smell of blood from this old monk from the West.
"These are the Five Wolves of Mobei. They are very powerful. They are all in the first-class ranks."
"Donor, everyone in Hanshan Temple is here." The old monk just wanted these guards to leave as soon as possible so that he could transfer one hundred thousand taels of silver.
Wang Yi nodded slightly and stepped forward to look at the monks.
When Wang Yi walked up to the old monk Xi Ming, he just glanced at him casually.
The old monk Nishiname relaxes.
The next moment, Wang Yi turned around and suddenly took out his palms, hitting the chests of the short and thin old monks with both palms.
Bang bang!
The cassocks of the short and skinny old monks exploded on their backs, blood mist spurted out, and they vomited blood. They flew backwards and hit the stone pillars heavily.
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