The slightly familiar voice made Zhou Heng stunned, and then turned his head towards the mountain gate, but when he saw a group of black heads, he could not see the person he wanted to see.

Zhou Heng pulled his neck and shouted at that place:

"My master Xuyun is here! You guys get out of here!"

The shout took effect instantly. The monks surrounded the sticks they held up in their hands and poked the ground, and everyone's eyes looked towards the direction of the mountain gate.

Needless to say, those who listened to the lecture made a way out.

An old monk wearing a yellow monk's robe and a cassock walked slowly with more than a dozen monks. Zhou Hengyi saw that the person was happy, but he didn't expect that it was really Master Xuyun.

Zhu Yunmo patted his chest, raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Finally, he came. If it was a little later, he could collect their bodies.

As Master Xuyun approached step by step, Monk Jingyi had a surprised expression on his face.

He didn't know whether it was true or not, especially Master Xuyun did not look like a centenarian. Judging from his age, he was even about the same age as his master.

However, he was not stupid enough to question directly. He just looked at this without saying anything. The monks from Baohua Temple were also staring at Master Xuyun, especially those monks, who all turned around and stood sticks to look at Master Xuyun and his group.

Master Xuyun and his group walked closer, and the onlookers had already made way out. There was an empty room here. Zhou Heng quickly walked quickly to Master Xuyun and bowed and said:

"Why did the master come suddenly?"

Zhu Yunmo followed him with Boss Xue and Zhu Sanfu, tidied up his clothes, and quickly greeted Master Xuyun.

"Yun Mo has met Master Xuyun, you came too timely."

Master Xuyun smiled indifferently.

"After receiving the news from Zhou Heng, I borrowed the carriage you left behind and rushed over quickly. It seems that it is not too late. You retreat aside first."

When Zhou Heng heard this, Master Xuyun obviously came for a while. After all, he didn't ask what was going on here. He obviously knew the situation in front of him very well, and perhaps he had been hiding among the people who were listening to the sutras for a long time.

Zhou Heng quickly pulled Zhu Yunmo and stood behind Master Xuyun, and the monks behind him also clasped their hands towards Zhou Heng.

Zhu Yunmo seemed to see his relatives for a moment, and he was extremely happy to grin. Zhou Heng poked him and asked him to restrain himself. After all, this occasion was so cheerful and weak.

Zhu Yunmo immediately realized that he quickly put away his smile, deliberately put on a stern face, imitated Zhou Heng's appearance, and stared at Monk Jingyi with one hand behind his back.

Master Xuyun had already walked to the bottom of the steps. Although his standing position was much lower than that of Monk Jingyi, he did not lose at all in terms of momentum. Instead, it seemed that Monk Jingyi was deliberately pretending to behave.

Zhou Heng narrowed his eyes. This time Li Kui and Li Gui met, it is not necessary to say who is the Taoist monk, but he can see clearly at a glance.

"Amitabha, whose disciple are you?"

Monk Jingyi paused, stood in front of his chest with one hand, and also said the holy name.

"I am a disciple of Master Yi'an, the former host of Baohua Temple."

Master Xuyun nodded slightly, as if he had recalled it, then said:

"Yi'an, the secular name seems to be Pan Bocheng. He was originally a scholar who lost his name. He became a monk because of his family's defeat. Seeing that he still has some wisdom, I once gave some advice and asked him to follow Changbai to practice Buddhism. It was also considered a one-time encounter."

As soon as this said, a white-bearded and white-haired old monk behind Monk Jingyi could no longer stand, so he quickly walked around Monk Jingyi and knelt down to salute Master Xuyun.

"The little monk's name is Yicheng. I pay homage to the uncle of the master. The little monk is the ninth senior brother of Yi'an, the late Baohua Temple. On that day, the master came to Baohua Temple and happened to have his orphans from his junior brother Yi'an. He said to his junior brother, "There are water, thousands of rivers, thousands of rivers, thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of miles of sky, what do you mean?"

Master Xuyun nodded slightly and sighed.

"What a pity, he did not understand the meaning of this sentence and he also neglected his cultivation."

Yicheng looked pious and bowed his head on the ground with great emotion.

"When my junior brother passed away, he recited this sentence repeatedly, saying that he did not realize the Zen meaning contained in this sentence, and it was indeed a waste of his life."

Master Xuyun raised his hand slightly, and a monk next to him stepped forward and helped the monk Yicheng up.

Speaking of this, the monk Yicheng seemed to have realized it and quickly looked at Monk Jingyi.

"Host, this is indeed your Master Xuyun, Master Zeng, who is still here to worship?"

The expression on Monk Jingyi's face was a little stiff. He did not walk down the steps. He just nodded slightly and reached out to the hall to make an invitation.

"Today is the day when we open an oath to preach and talk about Buddhism with Japanese monks. There are many lay disciples and people here, so I'll also ask for a lecture at the Zen room."

This is very obvious. Even my great master, you can't destroy my platform. Now I am a political incident, which is related to the two countries' understanding of Buddhism. If you want to reminisce about the past, just go in and wait. The people here must first appease it.

Master Xuyun smiled and did not go in. Instead, he sat down cross-legged. The dozen monks behind him also followed him and sat cross-legged. When Zhou Heng and Zhu Yunmo saw it, they sat down directly with Master Xuyun's movements.

In this way, these people watching the fun have no attitude of leaving, and they don’t consider whether there is a cushion, so they sit down quickly.

But for a moment, no one needed to maintain order. There was also a mountain gate in front of the hall, and there were crowds of people sitting on the ground, leaving only the sound of birds singing in the forest.

Those officials were originally going to go to Beijing to report their letters, but when they saw this scene, they were a little confused for a moment. Needless to say, they knew that something was going to happen today.

The person in charge pondered for a moment, pulled a close confidant over and whispered a few words in his ear, and the man hurriedly left.

Zhou Heng had already seen it with his own eyes. He leaned towards the back, and Zhu Sanfu and Boss Xue quickly approached.

"You two are back to the capital now, and be sure to go back before these two people. Brother Xue goes to Shuntian Mansion, and let people secretly look forward to the Japanese monks living in the inn.

If anyone wants to escape, just catch it. Zhu Sanfu went to General Su's mansion and asked General Su to enter the palace to send a message, saying that Master Xuyun had come and was in Baohua Temple, so there was no need to say anything else."

Boss Xue was a little worried on his face. Looking at Zhou Heng, Zhou Heng glared at him.

"Go quickly, we have no worries about our lives for a while. Haven't you seen what kind of monks brought by Master Xuyun?"

Boss Xue glanced at him and didn't notice it just now. After taking a closer look, these monks had indeed bulging temples and their eyes were like eagles.

The whole mental state is no worse than that of Xiao Bo. At first glance, he is a Jianjiazi and is definitely not an ordinary monk. Only then can he feel more at ease.

Besides, although they did not show up, Pang Qi and Pang Ba still followed them, but they didn't know where they were hiding, and they thought that these worries were a little less.

Get up with Zhu Sanfu, exit and walk directly towards the corner door on the back.

Their movements were not very big. After all, everyone's attention is on Monk Jingyi and Master Xuyun, and the movements around them are ignored.

When someone turned around and saw that the two of them had already left the corner gate.

Monk Jingyi narrowed his eyes. The posture in front of him was no longer controllable. He just took over Baohua Temple. Although his master was the host here, the people here only respected him because of the emperor's will.

So he knew very well that if he admitted that this person was Master Xuyun today, it would be denied everything he did.

Monk Jingyi clasped his hands together, slowly walked down the steps, and nodded slightly to Master Xuyun.

"I don't know who you are, why do you pretend to be a great-grandfather. You should know that if my great-grandfather's great-grandfather is over 100 years old, you can see your face here, whether you are a monk or a commoner. How can you be a hundred years old?"

Master Xuyun still smiled slightly, looked at Monk Jingyi, without refuting, let alone explaining.

This made Monk Jingyi a little embarrassed, and he immediately said:
Chapter completed!