Now is the time when the Water and Land Conference is being held. The king of Tang gathers eminent monks from all over the world, and monks come and go from time to time in Chang'an City.

These monks came from all over the country. Some were alone and traveling lightly, with only a string of Buddhist beads and an alms bowl. Some traveled in groups of twos and threes, carrying cassocks, tin staffs, collections of scriptures, and a lot of luggage.

Among these monks, Fuyin, who is carrying a rare treasure cassock and a nine-ringed tin staff, does not stand out. Even though the two things in his hands look more flashy, they are not suspicious enough to require special interrogation.

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However, perhaps because as Guanyin, he has a natural attraction to mortals. So when Fuyin entered the city with these monks, he still attracted the attention of the imperial guards guarding the city.

"That old monk over there, stop." The one who spoke was a tall and powerful young forbidden soldier with an upright appearance.

Fuyin paused in his steps.

"Yes, it's you." The young forbidden soldier quickly walked up to Fuyin, followed by two subordinates.

"Commander, what's wrong with this old monk?"

One of the subordinates originally asked with some confusion. When his eyes moved to Fuyin, he suddenly understood why the prison general stopped the monk.

This monk is really something special.

It's okay when you don't notice it, but once you notice it, it's like there's something about the other person that attracts him.

When he saw it, he actually didn't want to look away.

Obviously, apart from the eye-catching cassock and tin staff, there is nothing noteworthy about this old monk. And even these two items are not really the most outstanding when compared with the attire worn by some other monks.

What's even more strange is that instead of these two sparkling Buddhist treasures, his eyes are more focused on the old monk himself.

God knows, he even felt that this old monk looked inexplicably kind, as if he had a natural liking for him, and the more he looked at him, the more he wanted to get closer to him.

It's really weird.

The subordinate muttered in his mind.

And obviously, there are other forbidden troops around who have the same idea as him.

As a result, other monks had entered the city unimpeded, but Fuyin was blocked by several tall and powerful imperial troops.

Perhaps the word "blocking" is not appropriate to describe it, because in front of Fuyin, the attitude of these forbidden soldiers is not tough, and they even have a very quiet and obedient feeling.

Although they themselves didn't understand why they became more honest in front of this old monk. Even when the other person glanced at them, it was just a faint glance, but they still subconsciously restrained all their tempers.

As the commander-in-chief of the Forbidden Army guarding the city, Zhou Huaisheng originally called out this old monk who was slightly concerned about him out of instinct.

However, at this moment, after realizing the influence of this old monk on the other forbidden troops, Zhou Huaiyi couldn't help but become more vigilant and more concerned about the identity of this monk.

He looked at the old monk thoughtfully, trying his best not to sound like he was making a tough interrogation: "Old monk, where are you from?"

Fuyin looked at him and replied in a calm tone: "The old monk traveled all over the world, so he came from all over the world."

Zhou Huaisheng frowned slightly when he heard this, obviously dissatisfied with this rhetoric, but if the other party was really an ordinary wandering monk, there would be nothing wrong with this statement.

While Zhou Huaisheng was thinking about it, he looked at Fuyin's eyes and noticed that there was an auspicious purple-gold righteousness in him, and that his ancestors had some connections with the Dragon-Subduing Arhat.

With this Buddhist connection, it is no wonder that this man noticed him at a glance among a group of monks entering the city.

Fuyin didn't want to be delayed here, so he continued: "I am just a wandering monk who brought all his belongings to Huasheng Temple just to listen to Master Chen Xuanzang's sermon."

Zhou Huaisheng naturally knew this.

After all, Huasheng Temple is holding a water and land conference, and almost all the monks who come here have the same purpose.

What he cared about was always another point.

Seeing the tangled look on the face of the commander-in-chief of the Forbidden Army, who seemed to be still thinking about something, Fuyin smiled softly and said in a gentle and comfortable tone: "If this officer still feels that the identity of the old monk is suspicious, just search him."

search?

Zhou Huaisheng looked at the old monk in front of him, and then shook his head. Of course he had thought about doing this, and even thought of it the first time, but he soon gave up the idea, and his intuition told him that it was best not to do this.

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He couldn't help but look at the old monk in front of him again.

The other person's eyebrows are gray, his forehead is full of wrinkles, and his eye sockets are somewhat sunken. Although he looks quite old, his eyes are exceptionally calm and calm.

It shouldn't be a fake disguise, nor does it look like it's disguised by a demon. In the former case, except for his master, no one can wear it in front of him without being seen through.

As for the latter, he has a special physique. If he is a demon, he can feel it.

Perhaps the aura of this old monk that makes people want to get close to him is really just because he is an eminent monk who is quite knowledgeable about Buddhism and Zen?

Zhou Huaisheng was silent for a long time.

In the end, after thinking for a while and failing to come up with an accurate result, he still chose to let it go.

Then he watched Fuyin, who had transformed into a wandering monk, walk into the city. He didn't look back until his back was completely lost in the crowd.

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What happened at the city gate was just an episode for Fuyin. He entered Chang'an City and followed the direction of the other monks, heading towards the Huasheng Temple on Changming Shang Street.

As we approached Changming Middle Street, the surrounding area became more lively. Vendors on both sides shouted hello, children played with rattles and laughed, and people came and went, making the originally spacious road seem crowded.

stand up.

After being nudged for the third time by a playful child as if on purpose, Fuyin decisively gave up taking this road that could lead directly to Changming Shangjie.

This is not the fault of these children.

Although he transforms into a wandering old monk, he is still essentially Guanyin. Anyone who has a little faith in Guanyin will have a natural affection and closeness to him.

The minds of children aged four or five have not yet been immersed in complicated worldly matters, so the feeling of closeness to them will be stronger, although these children themselves do not know this.

After gently smoothing the wrinkles of the cassock, Fuyin asked a nearby vendor. When he learned that there was a relatively remote old alley that could lead to Changming Street, Fuyin did not hesitate and directly followed the vendor's instructions.

The route leads to a long narrow road on the right.

After walking along this long and narrow road for a few minutes, Fu Yinrao entered an old alley.

This old alley is about one meter wide, with high stone walls on both sides.

Except for Fuyin who was standing at the entrance of the alley, there were no other pedestrians around on the entire road.

According to the vendor, the reason why this alley is sparsely populated is firstly because it is relatively remote and no one is willing to take the long way around, and secondly because three disappearances occurred here within a month.

Although the three missing people were later found and did not seem to be injured, they had no memory and sometimes their words would become garbled and they would mutter something.

"It's like being possessed! Everyone suspects that they must have hit something dirty."

The enthusiastic vendor reminded Fuyin one more time before he left: "Old donor, although you look like a Buddhist monk, you should be more careful if you insist on walking down that alley."

Possessed by evil spirits? Dirty things?

Walking on this old alley, Fuyin didn't feel any lingering aura of evil spirits.

Moreover, if it is something unclean...

Sometimes the human heart is more elusive than ghosts.

For example, now, Fuyin did not encounter the dirty things in the mouth of the vendor, but was instead targeted by mortals who were interested in his cassock and tin staff.

He probably got the idea after seeing him, an old monk, walking this road alone.

Judging from the aura hidden on the right rear, there are six people in total.

Everyone's breathing is not steady, maybe because of excitement, or maybe because of nervousness.

Before these six people took action, Fuyin pretended not to notice and walked forward steadily.

He cannot kill easily. In order to gain merit, all living beings can seek salvation from him.

And if it is not necessary, in the case of a cycle of cause and effect and malicious intent causing evil retribution, as long as the main plot is not affected, he will not interfere with the fate of these people.

What kind of person will die with what ending, the answer has already been written in the book of life and death in hell.

"Boss, are you sure you want to take action?"

"Nonsense, if you don't do anything, let's just leave it here to bask in the sun?"

"But... no... I don't know why, I... am... a little nervous, no... I don't dare to take action against this old monk below."

"Boss...boss, me too, or we...let's forget it."

"Forget it!" The strong man who was called the boss punched each of the two cowards: "The cassock and tin staff in the hands of this old monk are absolutely extraordinary. After doing this, we can at least have a rest.

Three to five years.”

"But...…"

"Stop it, get them all!" The strong man didn't want to talk any more nonsense, so he pulled out his saber and jumped off the wall first, directly blocking Fuyin's path.

Upon seeing this, the others glanced at each other, gritted their teeth, drew out their weapons and jumped down.

"Old monk, be wise and hand over your cassock and tin staff, and we can spare your life." The strong man raised his chin at Fuyin, as if he planned to salute first and then fight.

Fuyin looked at the leader standing in front of him. Although he had some evil deeds, he was not guilty of killing.

He estimated the amount of merit that these people would be able to give back to him if he were to be transformed. After coming to the conclusion that it was still possible to save him, Fuyin frowned slightly and said slowly: "These two things will be given to you by the old monk.

I’m afraid you can’t take it away either.”

"What do you mean?" The strong man frowned and said in a bad tone: "Why can't you take it away? You monk, don't pretend to be."
To be continued...