I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 257 Jinxian and Wang Rensun
It was already very late at night, but many people couldn't sleep that night.

Except Lei Wujie.

In the ancient temple in the deserted mountains, Lei Wujie was lying next to the campfire with snot bubbles coming out of his nose.

Xiao Se sat by the campfire and kicked back a kick that Lei Wujie unconsciously extended.

These days, he was actually much more tired than Wuxin and Lei Wujie because he was injured, while Lei Wujie and Wuxin had enough cultivation to withstand the fatigue of the journey.

Even though he was very tired, he still couldn't sleep, thinking about what to do next.

He looked at Wuxin who was not far away: "Monk, now that we have arrived in Khotan, where are we going?"

"Dafanyin Temple."

"Who is in the Great Brahma Sound Temple?"

"An old friend, to end a past affair."

Wuxin sat in front of the window, looking at the bright moon in the sky, all he could see were swords and horses, blood and death.

That year, he was just five years old and his father took him on an expedition to the east.

The following year, his father died in battle and he became a hostage.

In the same year, he was adopted by the old monk, and from then on there was one more little monk in Hanshui Temple.

In a blink of an eye, it has been more than eleven years, almost twelve years, and it is time to put an end to it.

Xiao Se was wondering who the old friend Wu Xin was referring to, and fell silent for a moment.

Wuxin suddenly felt murderous intent, but no matter how murderous intent filled his heart, there was always a lingering sense of peace, which gradually calmed his mind and made him clear, as if he had completely detached himself from his emotions.

"Uncle Master's Heavenly Questioning and Heart-Knocking is truly miraculous. It appears whenever I feel uneasy. Amitabha!"

Wuxin lowered his head, gently twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand, and muttered scriptures.

The moonlight sprinkled on her body, and her white dress was as pure as snow, as if it was covered with a layer of silver.

In the entire dilapidated temple, only the faint Buddhist chanting could be heard, and the tranquility was far-reaching.

Perhaps it was the sleep-inducing effect of the scriptures that made Xiao Se fall asleep unknowingly.

……

The Kingdom of Khotan is a great Buddhist country.

There is a Buddhist temple almost every hundred steps, the most famous of which is naturally the Mahabrahma Temple.

As the national temple of Khotan and one of the most famous Buddhist temples in the world, the Great Brahma Sound Temple is comparable to Shaolin, White Horse and other famous temples in terms of size, but it is far inferior in terms of grandeur.

Today, the Emperor of Beili believes in Buddhism, and the Beili Temple is visited by pilgrims in an endless stream. However, Western Buddhism emphasizes asceticism. One cannot eat enough or wear good clothes, and only by practicing asceticism can one gain great merit.

The word "misery" can be said to be the real culprit for this Dafanyin Temple. Compared with the magnificent and golden temples in the Central Plains, the Dafanyin Temple seems to be covered with a layer of dirt and is so dilapidated that it seems to be about to collapse at any time.

But at the gate of this dilapidated temple, a sedan chair appeared. It was a golden tripod sedan chair with an engraved golden mythical bird, a phoenix, which looked lifelike and seemed as if it was about to fly into the clouds.

The sedan was carried by four burly men, and the two walking in front were handsome young men with thin bodies and an exquisite sword hanging around their waists. They looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old.

The young man on the left looked younger. He looked at the monks walking by with bitter faces and couldn't help but sneer, "I've seen many monks in Tianqi. They all wanted to make robes with gold threads, but these monks don't even seem to have enough food to eat."

"What do you know?" The older boy snorted coldly, "The monks in Xiyue are very particular about asceticism. If you force them to wear beautiful clothes, they will blame you for ruining their practice."

The young man on the left ignored him and continued to look at the monks curiously, as if talking to himself, "What are they mumbling about?"

"It's always Namo Amitabha or something like that. What else can monks chant besides these?" The young man on the right said, and after listening carefully, he found that it was not what he thought.

“It is Om Mani Padme Hum.”

Two voices sounded at the same time.

One of the voices came from the sedan chair. The voice was gentle but a little sharp, making it difficult to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

The other one came from the side, also gentle, but giving people a sense of majesty.

The two young men turned their heads at the same time, and saw a man and two women standing not far from them, eating local fruits from the Western Regions and looking at them with smiles.

All three of them are very good-looking, like a couple of gods from heaven who have come down to earth.

Their clothes, though not fancy, were obviously expensive, and formed a sharp contrast with the poverty around them, like a phoenix falling among a flock of crows.

"Who are you?" The young man on the right had a vigilant look on his face, his hand already on the hilt of the sword.

The young man on the left looked curious and asked Chu Zhao, "What did you just say?"

“Om Mani Padme Hum.” Chu Zhao smiled and chanted again, then said slowly: “Although Buddhism in the world is of the same lineage, it is also divided into different sects, especially the 32 Buddhist countries in the Western Regions, each of which has its own school of thought.

The six words "Om Mani Padme Hum" are the Buddhist mantra, also known as the six-syllable mantra. Some Buddhist sects believe that these six words have the endless blessings and compassion of all Buddhas, and are the voice manifestation of the compassion and wisdom of all Buddhas. Reciting them once is equivalent to reciting the sutra thousands of times, and can accumulate supreme merit.

The young boy Boyong curled his lips and said disdainfully: "I think these Western monks made it up because they were lazy and didn't want to read long scriptures."

"The mysteries of Buddhism are beyond the reach of a child like you, Boyong, don't act rashly."

Along with these harsh but non-reprimanding words, a man who looked more handsome than a woman... no, to be more precise, a eunuch, walked out of the sedan chair.

Then, he froze.

Then, he bowed respectfully: "I, the external minister Jinxian, pay my respects to the Emperor, the Empress Dowager, and the Empress Dowager."

Yueyao and Yin Luoxia nodded and looked at Jinxian with curiosity.

I have heard that Beili Zhangxiangjian is more handsome than women. After seeing him today, I find that his reputation is well-deserved.

He has a handsome face and outstanding demeanor, especially his phoenix eyes, which hold an indescribable charm.

Chu Zhaoze shook his head: "Since you are calling yourself a foreign minister, you should call yourself Shen Jingzhou, not Jin Xian. Shen Jingzhou is the minister, and Jin Xian is just a slave."

Jin Xian was a little dazed. No one had mentioned his original name for many years, and he himself almost forgot the name Shen Jingzhou.

"Speaking of which, Xiao Chongjing is really rubbish. Although your father was defeated in the war, he at least died for his country, right? He actually made you a eunuch."

Jinxian was speechless.

Chu Zhao could say such treasonous words, but he could not agree with them.

So, he changed the subject, bowed slightly and said, "I wonder why the emperor is here?"

"Meeting an old friend."

"The Emperor has old friends in Khotan?" Jin Xian was a little surprised.

"Back then, we were hunted by your Beili, and Zhao An and I fled in the Western Regions for many years. Are some old friends very surprised?"

Jin Xian was stunned, and tried to say: "I heard that the emperor and the leader of the Demon Cult, Ye Dingzhi, are brothers. I thought the emperor came for him."

"I didn't care about Ye Dingzhi back then, so I won't care about that little bald guy either." Chu Zhao said, and then changed the subject: "But you can't take him away."

Jin Xian thought about it, looked at the Great Brahma Sound Temple thoughtfully, and said confidently: "Wang Rensun can't stop me."

"Of course I know that, but Wang Rensun is not the only one who wants to stop you."

"Besides Wang Rensun, who else is there in this Great Brahma Sound Temple?"

Chu Zhao smiled playfully: "There is only Wang Rensun in the Great Brahma Sound Temple, but that little bald guy didn't come alone, you can't stop the young people around him." "Huh?" Jin Xian looked at the young man Lingjun beside him in confusion.

He knew that there was a Tang Lian beside Wu Xin, but now that Chu Zhao mentioned it specifically and said that he couldn't stop it, it naturally couldn't be Tang Lian.

Ling Jun replied: "The latest news is that Tang Lian was not with him. It was a young man in red and a young man in fox fur. Their identities are not yet known."

Jin Xian pondered for a moment and looked at Chu Zhao: "It seems that the emperor is talking about these two people. I think the emperor knows their identities."

"Of course I know. You'll be able to see it later." Chu Zhao kept it a secret.

Jin Xian was a little curious for a moment, but seeing that Chu Zhao had no intention of explaining in detail, she did not ask further questions, but only asked: "Will the Emperor really not interfere in this matter?"

"If you say I won't interfere, then I will not interfere." Chu Zhao shook his head and smiled: "By the way, are you interested in serving as an official in the Chu State? I have high hopes for you."

Among Shao Ge, Jin Xian is one of his favorite characters.

Now that he had seen Jin Xian, he naturally had the idea of ​​recruiting him.

After saying that, Chu Zhao added another sentence.

"It's to be an official, not a slave."

"Thank you for your appreciation, Your Majesty. I am doing well in Beili."

"Don't be so anxious to answer me."

Chu Zhao smiled and shook his head. He glanced at the two young men behind Jin Xian and said solemnly, "We had eunuchs in the Chu Kingdom before, but there won't be any eunuchs after me. You should think about it carefully."

Jin Xian was in a trance for a moment, and her attitude was obviously not as firm as before.

Lingjun and Boyong were somewhat puzzled by Chu Zhao's look, but for some reason, they suddenly felt a chill in their crotch.

"Master, they've gone in, what should we do?"

Jin Xian came back to his senses, pondered for a moment, and replied: "Let's go in too. I want to see what kind of young man can stop me."

Probably because of Chu Zhao, Jin Xian did not let Ling Jun and Boyong take action right away.

But Chu Zhao came here to watch the show. How could he watch the show if a fight didn’t break out?

So, he said, "Monk Fran, Jin Xian came to your Great Brahma Sound Temple to ask for the sword, why don't you fight him?"

Upon hearing this, Venerable Fran just shook his head.

"Your Majesty, you are joking. I came to the Great Brahma Sound Temple just to find someone."

Jin Xian said this to Chu Zhao, but Chu Zhao had no intention of paying attention to him. He just directed the monks from the Dafanyin Temple to bring in tables, chairs and benches.

He took out some fruits, boiled some tea, and took his wife to eat melons and watch the show.

However, Venerable Fran shook his head at Jin Xian.

Seeing this, Jinxian smiled and said, "Venerable Falan, I have a letter from your Lord of Khotan."

Venerable Fran still shook his head.

Then, the plot went back to its original path.

Lingjun and Boyong started fighting with the two monks behind the old monk Falan.

Just as the monk from the Great Brahma Sound Temple was about to admit defeat, a drunken voice suddenly rang out.

"It's so noisy... so noisy... why are there so many... so many people coming to the Great Brahma Sound Temple today?"

Lingjun and Boyong, who were barely standing with the help of their swords, turned their heads hurriedly, only to see a figure flash before them, and the person had already appeared in front of them.

"This body movement..."

Boyong's heart trembled, and he didn't say the second half of the sentence. He was almost as good as his master.

The man was wearing tattered monk's robes and fell drunk in front of the two monks, muttering to himself.

"Who are these people? Get them out right away."

In the corridor, Yue Qing sat on a chair and asked with a strange look on her face: "Why did Wang Rensun become like this?"

Yin Luoxia took over the conversation and said suspiciously, "I seem to have seen him somewhere."

Chu Zhao was speechless: "You forgot, when we went to worship Ye Dingzhi, he was there too."

"Oh, I remember now. That little guy Ye Anshi was clamoring for you to help kill him."

While the couple and their two companions were talking, Wang Rensun burped. The strong smell of alcohol coming out of his mouth made the two monks look extremely disgusted.

The drunk Wang Rensun struggled several times but still failed to stand up. He simply gave up and lay on the ground drunkenly and asked: "Brother, who are these...?"

Venerable Falan still shook his head, which was exactly the same as what Jinxian said. Not to mention Buddhism for now, just the shaking of his head showed the style of his master, Venerable Moke.

"What power can a drunk monk have? He's playing tricks on me. Let me meet him for a while." Ling Jun said, raising his sword and preparing to go forward.

Wang Rensun staggered and barely stood up, snatched the Broken Sword from the monk beside him, and said with a smile: "You, who don't eat meat, don't drink alcohol, and don't care about sex, still lack the understanding of this Broken Sword. Watch out!"

After saying this, he casually waved the sword to break the precepts.

This seemingly casual wave seemed to have sucked in all the wind in the venue.

It was as if time had stopped, the wind stopped blowing, the birds stopped singing, and even the leaves that were quietly falling stopped falling.

The force of the knife that cut through the air seemed to have taken away all life around it.

Lingjun and Boyong, who were facing his sword, had a feeling at the same time, as if the sword was everywhere in all directions, in the sky and on the ground, and they could not escape it even if they flew into the sky or sneaked into the ground. They could do nothing and could only close their eyes and wait for death.

In contrast, Wang Rensun, who was standing drunk in the courtyard, seemed to have straightened his back all of a sudden. There was no life around him, only a gust of wind around him, blowing up his tattered monk robe. He lowered his head and smiled, and he looked like the real Buddha.

"Is that human being?"

"Am I...going to die?"

Boyong and Lingjun had different thoughts, but the same thing was that they both put down their swords and waited for the coming death.

However, before the sword force could be chopped down, it was dissipated by a frosty sword energy.

The two who had already calmly accepted death turned back hurriedly, only to see Jin Xian standing behind them without them knowing when.

"You guys should withdraw. We came here to look for someone. Now that he has come by himself, there is no need to fight."

After Wang Rensun swung his sword, the alcohol seemed to have worn off and he was no longer drunk. He looked at Jin Xian in front of him and frowned slightly.

"Who was I thinking? Turns out it's you, this androgynous guy."

Jin Xian was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "It has been twelve years since we last met, Venerable Faye, or should I call you Shattering Sky Blade, Wang Rensun."

Wang Rensun opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he saw Jinxian suddenly look up at a corner of the temple.

"Now that you're here, come down!"

At the same time, Chu Zhao, who was drinking tea, eating melons and watching the show under the eaves of the temple, also looked up at the roof and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

"Damn it, these three guys really know how to choose their place to stay. They actually stood on my head!"

(End of this chapter)