After being reborn as Wang Baochuan's sister, she decided not to persuade him anymore.

Chapter 33 Amitabha

"Wujiapo Beggar's Nest, without threats from Qinglongzhai these days, he must be very relaxed. Xue Pinggui is also very relaxed because he is about to succeed."

"Let's take advantage of tonight and send twenty of the most powerful soldiers to kill him quietly."

That night, Wang Yinchuan and Wei Ting set off quietly from the back door in a small carriage. The carriage was light and fast, and quickly melted into the night.

Go in the direction of Wujiapo.

The carriage stopped behind an inconspicuous dirt slope.

In front of the beggar's den, there were still two people guarding them, but they were already sitting on the ground and fast asleep. The lights in the house were dark, and it was the house she had parked in front of that day.

Wang Yinchuan winked at Wei Ting, and Wei Ting nodded.

In the darkness, several people approached silently.

Advance through the night.

Seeing getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, a gust of evil wind came from nowhere, and the wind was so strong that it instantly stopped people from moving forward, and the overwhelming yellow sand fell like heavy snow, sweeping across the entire slope, completely covering people.

Several dead soldiers were suddenly blown back.

look at each other.

There was no warning, this wave was big and evil, and there was no chance for people to react.

There has never been such a strong evil wind in the Central Plains.

The two were in the carriage, seeing such a scene, Wang Yinchuan frowned instantly, and then sneered.

Wei heard, "I've only seen such a strong wind at the border."

Wang Yinchuan said, "Forget it, let them come back."

Wei Ting was about to whistle when suddenly, someone knocked lightly on the carriage.

Wang Yinchuan and Wei Ting glanced at each other, but did not act rashly.

Someone outside seemed to be tapping their fingers on the railing of the carriage.

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom..." very rhythmic.

Like rhythmic drumbeats, it's annoying.

Wei Ting raised the curtain of the sedan chair, and by the moonlight, he could see the scene outside.

a monk.

The nine rings on the head were mostly neglected for a long time, buried between the slightly long hair, the hair was about an inch, and the blue stubble looked like a piece of dry grass under the moonlight.

The great monk held a string of Buddhist beads in one hand and a bowl in the other. He was dressed in an earth-colored robe and carried light luggage on his back. He had a vicissitudes of life, but he was smiling.

The great monk raised his hand, saluted, and said first, "Amitabha."

Kuchao has always worshiped Buddhism. During the Taizong period, the famous master Xuanzang brought back scriptures after going through hardships and obstacles, and later generations respected them even more.

After hearing a reply, Wei said, "What's the matter, master?"

The great monk smiled, even though his face was full of vicissitudes and his old eyes were dim, he was very polite and said, "Huineng, a poor monk, came here and wanted to have a fast meal."

Wang Yinchuan poked his head out of the carriage and looked at the monk who didn't know where he came from.

Wei Ting frowned, he was about to take out a few taels of silver from his pocket and give it to him when Wang Yinchuan stopped him.

"Where did the master come from, and where is he going?"

The great monk said again, "Amitabha, the poor monk has been away for many years, and he has no way back. As for where to go, wherever the poor monk goes, that is where he went."

Wang Yinchuan said, "In this case, look at the wilderness, I have neither money nor food on me, why don't you come to the mansion with me, since the master is destined for me, how about going to the mansion to have a vegetarian meal?"

The great monk said with a smile, "That poor monk would be more respectful than obedient."

Finally, another salute was made.

Inside the Wei Mansion, the lights were brightly lit.

He died before leaving the army, and the few dead men couldn't even touch the room, let alone assassinate Xue Pinggui. Wang Yinchuan thought for a while, and then called them back.

It's not too late at this moment, the city's Chinese lights are on, and there are even many buskers performing.

Wang Yinchuan ordered the kitchen to make some vegetarian dishes, and the bowls brought by the great monk were full.

Although he is thin and thin, he eats a lot, and he devours his meals, which is even worse than Wei Feng.

Wang Yinchuan sat aside, Wei Ting went to deal with official business at this time.

Wang Yinchuan waved away the servant girls.

Halfway through the meal, the monk seemed to see Wang Yinchuan's probing eyes, and said, "Thank you for your hospitality."

After finishing speaking, he started gobbling again.

Wang Yinchuan leaned on his arm and watched him eat bowl after bowl, as if he had never eaten in eight hundred lifetimes. Finally, he ate a bowl of white rice to the bottom.

Like locusts crossing the border, the food was wiped out.

The great monk burped in a disgraceful manner.

As if feeling insulted, he said, "Amitabha, the poor monk thanked the benefactor for his hospitality."

Wang Yinchuan nodded, "Master, you have to work hard to pray for the blessings of the suffering people. I am here to thank the master."

She handed Huineng a cup of tea and said, "Since the master has finished eating, I won't stay any longer. May the master practice to a higher level."

This is what it means to drive away.

She lowered her head, poured herself a cup of tea, sniffed it at the tip of her nose, and took a sip loosely in her mouth.

The mouth is fragrant and the sweetness is sweet, it is the best Longjing before Yu.

After drinking half a cup of tea, Wang Yinchuan seemed to realize that Huineng hadn't left. As if he had just discovered, he asked in surprise, "Why hasn't Master left yet?"

Huineng coughed, "I met the benefactor today. It is very fateful. I studied the scriptures today, and I happened to have some insights. How about..."

Wang Yinchuan stretched out his hand, raised his palm, and pressed down.

This means to stop.

"I don't want to have any fate with the master."

She raised her head, and there seemed to be a flash of light in her eyes. Unfortunately, she happened to meet Huineng's eyes.

In a second, she looked away.

"I miss Master, and I don't want to have this side with me," she raised her head, her eyes full of hostility, "You're right, Master Huineng."

"Oh, I don't think I should call you that. Let me think about it. How should I call you? Your cultivation seems to have reached a terrifying level. Are you a god, or someone's protector?"

Huineng's eyes became more and more silent, and his face didn't change, but it seemed to be getting darker and darker.

Wang Yinchuan said, "Master Huineng, tell me, what should I call you?"

Without blinking, Huineng took the tea on the table and took a sip, "Huineng? Or, call it whatever the benefactor wants. After all, you call my place a prison."

"Since you insist on thinking that I'm protecting someone, maybe it's okay to call me the warden."

Wang Yinchuan sneered, "I really guessed right."

"I threatened to kill Xue Pinggui, but I have no choice but to use all these methods, including all kinds of evil methods. Now, I have to turn into a monk to persuade me. You said that you have spent a lot of time, What is it for?"

"Since you all know that I think you are partial, why do you want to persuade me?"

"Persuade me to be like before?"

(End of this chapter)