Chapter 18

"If you want revenge, you have resentment in your heart. It's all because of King Ling's residence. It's understandable that you are implicated by King Ling's residence, and you want to kill me." Ling Yun's face turned red, but he didn't mobilize the slightest sword spirit. "But like Lord he Zhang, I'll make a deal with you, and I'll take revenge for King Ling's residence. I'll question all the people who participated in that year, If you believe me, I can find a way to find a safe place for you in this house. If you don't want to... "

Ling Yun patted the wooden sword on his waist. "If you want to kill me, you have to pay a price. If I die here today, you will disappear."

Red dress woman will Ling Yun direction, tone ease, "I didn't mean to kill you, but since you also want to deal with snow mist Hou that group of people, you and I certainly have the possibility of cooperation."

"But what do you want to do?"

Asked the woman in red.

Ling Yun didn't answer, "the master who killed you and the magistrate at that time, where have you been now?"

"The master has gone to the capital. Now he is a general of the forbidden army in the capital. As for the magistrate, he is the Minister of the Ministry of punishment." Of course, he Zhang told them all.

Ling Yun nodded. "I didn't expect that it would be so simple here," he said suddenly. "I remember that the Taoist" dingshen mantra "can stabilize the soul. I'll look for it later. You can practice with it."

Most of the time, the function of the mantra is used by normal monks to stabilize the mind and soul.

But it is also very useful for ghosts and ghosts. Ghosts and ghosts themselves are the body of virtual spirits, and the role of the fixed God curse is very important.

"The mantra?" The woman in red was surprised to say that although they were born with resentment, they were kind-hearted. They just hated those who were rich and unkind. They lived in this old house all the year round. They had never heard of any fixed body mantra. They were also awed when they saw the practitioners in the past years. They were gods and had to look up to them.

Seeing Ling Yun nodding, one of the women said excitedly, "don't you think we can practice in the future?"

"Of course." Ling Yun also has a smile at the corner of his mouth. He doesn't have any selfishness to help the seven ghosts. Ling Yun is more generous than anyone who has been implicated in Ling Wangfu, and he is also very guilty. These people are really innocent.

"I'll look for some techniques that are suitable for your practice later," Ling Yun sighed. "Revenge is not a temporary success, so you may have to wait a long time, or even it may really disappear."

"If you succeed, if you want to reincarnate, I will find a way. It's all up to you." Ling Yun solemnly said that when his adoptive father was alive, he never mistreated any meritorious person, rewarded the good and punished the evil. Even if he was dealing with the enemy prisoners, it was extremely waiting. In the words of his adoptive father, he just had different positions and fought for the high interests of his adoptive father, and there was not much wrong with these people.

Of course, the adoptive father was never soft hearted to the enemy who wantonly slaughtered the people of Zhao and Song dynasties.

At that time, in the army, his father was still alive. Ling Yun was still young, but his memory was vague. His father acted very insidiously. It was after Ling Yun that he changed a lot. When his father died in the war, his adoptive father once said that his father also wanted to accumulate virtue for himself, so that he would not suffer in the future.

The two armies fought against each other, trying to separate the right from the evil. His father was between the Zhao and Song Dynasties and was known as a poisonous scholar.

"I hope you can keep my identity secret." Ling Yun bows again. He has a strong heart of killing and hatred, but it is not that there is no distinction between good and evil, and he has a good heart. This should be the reason why he paid so much attention to him.

Ling Yun doesn't want to anger anyone. He just wants to know a reason and ask if they will regret it.

Also want to know, over the past decade, have they ever been at ease?

"I see." The women in red also know that once Ling Yun's identity is revealed, they can't live, not to mention that Ling Yun will die.

"Lord he, it's OK. Let's hand over the title deed first?" Ling Yun takes out a bunch of sugar gourd to eat again, smiling.

He Zhang nods. No matter what method Ling Yun uses, at least from now on, the trouble here should be solved. No one dares to come and live here before, let alone buy it. Since Ling Yun is the disciple of that one, there is little difference between his promise and agreement.

"I'll ask people to prepare for it when I go back, and I'll send it to you tomorrow at the latest," he Zhang and Ling Yun walked side by side. "However, if you buy such a large piece of land with these five hundred taels of gold, it's always easy for people to come back."

Ling Yun had thought about this problem for a long time, and said in a soft voice: "the only thing that can stop you is you. Time will kill all the words that never see the truth, and the result will give them a big mouth."

"I will deal with this matter myself. Don't worry, my Lord." As soon as Ling Yun's words changed, he Zhang did not dare to regard Ling Yun as a junior, but a colleague and a peer.

"In that case, the official will wait and see!"

He Zhang and Ling Yun are separated. Ling Yun touches his own wine pot. It's so sad that five hundred taels of gold are thrown out. The problem is that there's still a lot of money for renovation. It's really worrying.

I still owe Mr. drunkard a lot of Lingyuan

At the thought of this, Ling Yun felt that the sugar gourd in his hand was not delicious.

On the way back to the inn, a dark shadow passed in front of Lingyun. Lingyun quietly followed him and went to a small alley. The other party threw a letter and disappeared again.

Ling Yun holds the letter in his hand, solemnly takes it back to the wine pot, and then jumps back to the inn. He is in a good mood. At the door of the inn, xiaocaogan and his mother Cuihua are sitting by the door. The second child is persuading him. Ling Yun frowns and goes to ask, "what are you doing here?"

Xiaocaogan has a long mouth. Cuihua says, "Mr. Ling, it's like this. Just now some guests came and said they want to live in our room, so I let them out."

Ling Yun looks at Xiao Er, who explains, "those guests are monks, so..."

"Is there no other room?" Ling Yun asked.

Xiao Er shook his head. "There are so many people coming here. Most of the inns in Liangcheng are full. If it's not for the shopkeeper's good words, you can't keep the room."

Ling Yun nodded and looked up. The shopkeeper tilted his head to settle the accounts. Ling Yun's eyesight was so good that he could see that the shopkeeper's left face was red and swollen at a glance. He said in a soft voice: "if you encounter such a thing in the future, just let it out."

Ling Yun took the grassroots mother and son into the inn, let them go back to their room, and then asked the shopkeeper: "shopkeeper, are you ok?"

The shopkeeper grinned and said, "it's OK."

People in the field of practice always act like this. He is just an ordinary boss. What can he say?

Ling Yun nodded and rubbed his eyebrows. Do you want to bear it?

He has endured it for ten years. Whether a monk or a mortal is human, no one can be condescending. If the level of cultivation can determine the level of a person's personality, then Confucianism can no longer exist, while Taoism can really be hermit, and Buddhism can only help oneself but not others.

It's the most ridiculous convention, but some people regard it as the most reasonable. If so, what kind of rules do you want in this world? You kill me, I kill you, isn't that ok? What are the rules?

Ling Yun went up to the second floor and knocked on the door. There came a cold voice: "I didn't say it. Don't disturb me if I have nothing to do."

"I have something to do." Ling Yun suppresses his anger. He doesn't like friars very much, but he is very helpless. Later, he asked Mr. drunkard why Mr. Meng doesn't like friars?

Mr. drunkard was silent for a while before he said, this is the only three to see the serious Mr. drunkard, "because the friars don't follow the rules, so your husband doesn't like it."

"Then why does your husband still like you?"

Ling Yun asked.

The drunkard said with a smile, "because I like to tell the rules, too."

Friars have to obey the rules, otherwise the world will be in a mess. When he was young, he wanted to be a great friar, but he liked it very much and told him a lot of truth and stories.

In fact, most of them can't hide their displeasure and anger, but they have nothing to do.

Generally speaking, the story is that the friars are indifferent to human life. The rules set by the Confucianists are just a piece of paper for them, and they have no binding force. For a long time, they have been used to it. When they see the Confucians, they have to change the rules. People other than the Confucians have their own rules.

So Ling Yun doesn't like such people very much.

"Who are you?" The door was opened by the invisible Qi, and Ling Yun's white shirt was blown up. His face was indifferent, and his eyes were like a deep pool.

Lingyun light said: "and you will reason."

"Why do you reason with me?" Out of the room came a proud young man, looking down at Ling Yun, "with your Confucian shirt? Do you think you are a Confucian sage, gentleman and sage? Or what? "

Lingyun hands cage sleeve, calm look into the eyes of young people, "unreasonable occupation of the guest room, for a mistake; If you don't know how to regret your mistake, it's two mistakes; Three mistakes are made without knowing how to correct them; According to your tone, I don't like Confucian sages, gentlemen and sages very much. These are four mistakes. "

"Sonorous!"

"I didn't hear you clearly," he said

Sword repair?

Mr. drunkard doesn't mean that a sword repair like him has a little sense of the sword, and his unsophisticated spirit of the sword is a dirty eye. But the young man in front of him, with no sense of the sword and complicated spirit of the sword, is not he so proud?

"I don't like to talk to deaf people very much." Ling Yun is not afraid of the sword. He will stab his sword into his throat the next moment. "In fact, I'm quite curious about whether you monks have damaged your brain by practicing. It's always hard to use your ears. It's a pity that you are still good-looking, but you are deaf. I'm afraid it's not easy to marry a daughter-in-law in the future."

"To die!"

The young man sent his sword forward fiercely. He did not dodge in the clouds. The front of the sword stopped at his throat. He could not enter any part of the sword. The Confucian scholar could cultivate his noble spirit by studying.

"As far as I know, Confucianists' disputes only involve knowledge. Confucianists' unexpected disputes include those who bully the weak and those who kill Confucianists. They can destroy their bodies and kill their spirits. Is that right?"

Those who read the noble spirit are the seeds of Confucianism. Even if they have no fame, they are equivalent to a child. Therefore, to kill this person is to hit the whole Confucianism in the face.

Ling Yun looked at the young man, "if you don't agree with him, you'll start killing people. You'll cultivate your mind and your dog's stomach."

"You think I dare not kill you in front of me?" Young people's voices are colder. The disputes here have been heard by other monks. Most of the Confucian students don't like the monks. Similarly, they don't like the Confucian students either. A scholar who has no fame and reputation but has raised a little noble spirit should be so unscrupulous. The Confucians have been in charge of the rules for a long time, and they have almost forgotten the real subject of the practice world. Are they the monks?