Although the fat man’s plan seemed a bit evil, everyone discussed it and found that this was a good idea.

After all, a plan is like a sword, which is not guilty. If it is used for justice, it will be righteous, and if it is used for evil, it will be evil. Anyway, no matter whether it is black and white cats, as long as it is caught, it will be a good cat. The plan does not depend on evil and good, as long as it works, it will be

good.

"Sanbao, since this is your idea, then you will leave this matter to you." Fan Li said seriously: "Be careful and never make trouble."

"Master, don't worry, I know." The little fat man vowed: "I will arrange a few people to quietly watch their every move. Whenever there is any news, come back and report immediately."

"Well, go." Fan Li nodded and said, "If you do your best, you will definitely benefit from it."

The little fat man's eyes lit up, and then he turned around without saying a word and ran away like a gust of wind. After a while, the voice drifted with the wind: "Master, you just wait for my good news."

"I'm so irritable..." Seeing this, He Shengliang was a little worried: "Master, can you leave such an important thing to him? I'm afraid that he will be in a hurry and will easily cause bad things."

"Your son, you don't know?" Fan Li said casually: "Don't look at Sanbao's stupid and stupid appearance, but in fact he has a lot of smart calculations in his heart. He probably will be better than you."

"He is far from him." He Shengliang expressed his disbelief, but there was still a hint of relief in his eyes. After all, hoping that his son will become a dragon is the long-cherished wish of every father.

Fan Li smiled, raised his glass and drank a sip of tea. His eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly said casually: "Master Lianshan, after that Yunwu ignorant, injured Master Daoguo. Not only did he not escape, but he fled thousands of miles away, he came to this place instead.

In the remote villages, are they coming for the legendary treasure of the Buddha Kingdom?”

"Ah!" In an instant, Fang Yuan and Monk Lianshan were shocked. Without any warning, Fan Li pointed out the truth about the matter. Naturally, they were surprised and puzzled.

"What treasure in the Buddha's country?" He Shengliang was at a loss.

At this time, Fan Li was sure of the expressions and reactions of Fang Yuan and Monk Lianshan. He couldn't help but smile: "It seems that I'm right. He really came for the treasure of the Buddha's country."

After saying that, the monk Lianshan was also a very knowledgeable monk. After a moment of shock, he immediately stabilized his mind. After pondering for a while, he did not admit it or deny it. He just asked, "Master Fan, why did you say this?"

"Master, don't be surprised." Fan Li smiled: "Do you know the origin of my sect's teacher?"

"Isn't it the lineage of Mayi Taoist?" Monk Lianshan asked, a little confused.

Ma Yi Taoist, also known as Ma Yi Taoist, is said to be a Taoist priest in the Northern Song Dynasty. He is good at physiognomy, divination, and widely circulated book Ma Yi Shen Xiang. It is his work.

However, there is another legend that the Taoist in Mayi is actually an old monk.

Song Shaobowen heard that there was a record in the previous book that Qian Ruoshui was the son of the son, and saw Chen Xiyi at Huashan. Xiyi initially said that Ruoshui had a fairy-like style and a Taoist style, and his intention was not yet determined. He ordered the old monk to observe it. The monk said, "It's a monk."

If you don’t get it, you won’t stay anymore. Then you will retreat bravely in the rapids and you will not be far away from the gods and immortals. The old monk is the Taoist in Maiyi.

Of course, whether it is an old monk or a Taoist priest, the reputation of Ma Yi's divine appearance has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Many masters regard it as their ancestors, worshiping and worshiping day and night, and devote themselves to studying Ma Yi's magic method.

Fan Li is known as the King of Ma Yi, so he is naturally the descendant of Ma Yi Taoist. This should be unquestionable?

Monk Lianshan thought this in his mind, but saw Fan Li shook his head slightly: "Master, your words are strictly correct, but not all."

"What do you mean?" Monk Lianshan was very puzzled.

"Master, isn't this the case?" He Shengliang next to him was also very surprised. You know, he always thought that their master's lineage should be the orthodox legitimate inheritance of the Mayi Shenxian lineage. Otherwise, the physiognomy would not be like this.

Gao Ming. But listening to Fan Li's meaning, there seems to be something hidden.

Fan Li smiled bitterly and sighed: "Aliang, I didn't want to say much about this kind of secret knowledge of the master. I even thought it would just be rotten in my stomach, otherwise I would just wait for me to lose my life and put my robe on my hands.

When you pass on it, let you read the notes handed down by ancestors of all generations..."

"Master, since it is the secret of the master, you don't need to say more." He Shengliang said decisively, and a little excited and surprised feeling appeared between his eyebrows and eyes. After all, this was the first time Fan Li said he had to ask for the master's robe and mantle.

Give him, let him lead the sect.

With this promise, He Shengliang was so happy that he was so happy that he was in a state of concern.

"It's okay, you know sooner or later." Fan Li shook his head and sighed: "But you know this, and you probably feel a little complicated. Because this is not a glory or a commendable thing, it is a shame."

"What?" He Shengliang was shocked, and Fang Yuan and Monk Lianshan were also quite surprised.

"It's really a shame." Fan Li said helplessly: "Ma Yi's appearance method is just a layer of skin that the ancestors hides their whereabouts in order to make it convenient for them to travel around the world. However, since the inheritance has become a master's sect

Is this a shame for you to say that it is ridiculous?

"Master, how is this possible?" He Shengliang was very suspicious. If this was not out of Fan Li's words, he would have turned against him after hearing others insulting the master like this.

"The world is bizarre, nothing is impossible." Fan Li reminded: "Think carefully. When you worship the ancestors every year, is there a small box in front of the Taoist Mayi?"

"...Yes." He Shengliang hesitated: "We have asked you before what is in the small box. You said it is the Taoist tradition of the master and the treasure of inheritance... Ah, I understand..."

He Shengliang was a little surprised. It turned out that what they worshipped every year was not necessarily the Mayi Taoist, but the small box. To be precise, it should be something hidden in the small box. In this way, He Shengliang was even more curious, if the master's sect was

The inheritance is not the lineage of the Mayi Taoist, so which school is there? Why do you have to hide your head and tail and not directly indicate your identity?

At this moment, Fan Li admitted: "The one placed in the box is indeed the treasure of the master's inheritance. But you may not know that the so-called treasure of inheritance is actually a relics."

"What?" The others were shocked again, too unexpected.

"Master, you mean, our ancestors are... they are... they are..." He Shengliang stuttered and bumped, and failed to say everything.

"It's actually a monk, right?" Fan Li nodded and said, "That's right, it's a monk, and he is a Taoist monk. After his death, the second generation of ancestors cremated him and left a relic with him."

"Amitabha." When Monk Lianshan heard this, he couldn't help but recite the Buddha's name and recited a few scriptures. However, his expression was a little relaxed. With this origin, he felt a little relieved. At the same time, he was also at the same time.

It is speculated that Fan Li’s ancestor would be a monk who was responsible for custodying the key to the Buddha’s kingdom.

But for some reason, the monk fell into the world and accepted his disciples, which have been passed down from generation to generation. It is not surprising that Fan Li knew the legend of the treasures of the Buddha Kingdom. Maybe he still kept it in his hands.

What about the key to the Buddha's kingdom.

"Although the ancestor is a monk, the second generation of ancestors are lay disciples, and they have already married and have children, so it is natural that they can't become monks again, so they just make mistakes. On the surface, those who worship Mayi Taoism are the ancestors, but in fact they are worshiping the relics.

.”

Fan Li shook his head: "But only the head of the sect knows this secret. Of course, it was inconvenient to reveal the details of the sect due to some concerns in the past, but it is unnecessary to change the times."

"Yes, Master." He Shengliang nodded quickly and echoed: "There are many factions in Ma Yi, and there is no real direct lineage at all. Basically, many people have become monks halfway through the journey. Since this is the case, why be afraid of rumors and directly worship the real ancestor."

"Wrong, the ancestor was hiding his identity back then and did not reveal his own details. It was not afraid of rumors, but was forced to stick to a big secret." Fan Li said solemnly: "A big secret related to treasure."

"Amitabha." Monk Lianshan couldn't help but speak: "Master Fan, don't you know which monk you are?"

"I'm talking!" Fan Li said word by word, with a look of reverence.

"I'm talking about it?" Monk Lianshan was stunned, and then he thought quickly in his mind. He vaguely felt that the Dharma name was familiar, which further strengthened his guess. Fan Li's ancestor should be the key to the Buddha's kingdom back then.

One of the custodians...

At the same time, Fang Yuan, who had been silent and was watching, seemed to have thought of something, and his expression was a bit strange: "Senior Fan, are you talking about the monks of the geography master at the end of the Yuan Dynasty?"

"Monkey King's Eyes?" Monk Lianshan was stunned, then his body shook, and his face changed drastically: "Is it really Eyes Eyes Eyes Eyes?"

"Master, are you really talking about monks?" He Shengliang also sighed in surprise, asking and confirming with surprise.

You should know that the monks of the Mushu are not unknown, but famous Feng Shui masters. According to historical records, the monks of the Mushu were unknown, but they hid their surnames. They were either called Yuan Jinshi and obscured their stories. They were also called Chen Youliang's counselor and rebel.

He fled and became a monk.

Although his origin is unknown and his life is unknown, he is good at geography and divination and burial. He claims to be: I should talk about the world with my eyes, so I call him monk.

As a Fengshui master at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, although he was not as well-known as Liu Bowen, he was able to keep his name in historical materials and be known to future generations, and also know his strength.

Assuming that the monk is really Chen Youliang's adviser, and Chen Youliang defeated Zhu Yuanzhang and unified the country, perhaps what is Liu Bowen's image is now in the minds of the world, then the monk is like the position. Success, king, defeat, bandits, and all the same in ancient and modern times.

.The winner is proud, and the loser is even less famous.

"Yes, our ancestors are just monks." Fan Li was very proud and a little ashamed: "But we, the younger disciples, were not able to inherit his wise geomantic skills, but instead took the course..." (
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