From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 112: The Path to Buddhahood
Although the secret room under the rockery is small, the imagery contained in it is extraordinary.

Considering the paranoia and madness of Venerable Big Tail and Elder White Ape, Meng Yuan felt that Qing Guangzi might be serious about it.

"Look at this, Qing Guangzi wants to massacre the city and turn Songhe Prefecture into a country of Buddhist demons."

Zhang Guinian frowned, stroking his chin and looking at him. "But Songhe Prefecture is adjacent to the river, so it is easy to transport people and horses. There are experts guarding the surrounding areas. How dare Qing Guangzi plot here? Has he become stupid because of his practice of Buddhism?"

He looked at Ke Qiuxian and asked curiously, "Master Ke, what do you think?"

"Practicing Buddhism will only make you obsessive, and you will only seek emptiness, but you will not be stupid." Ke Qiuxian held the whisk in his arms and pondered for a long time before saying, "Miss Mingyue had a theory before. She said that Qing Guangzi was a rat demon who practiced Buddhism. Now it seems to be true."

Seeing that Zhang Guinian was still confused, he whispered, "The path of cultivation for Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and martial arts is difficult. Each school has its own saying of ascending to the third level. But the further you go, the more illusory it becomes. You have to grasp a ray of divine inspiration. To advance from the fourth level of Buddhism to the third level, you don't need to realize the truth or meditate. You need to make a great wish and achieve it before you can advance."

Meng Yuan had heard the Third Miss talk about the great aspirations of Buddhism before, but he didn't think much about it at the time. But when he heard what Ke Qiuxian said, he immediately remembered it.

"Master, what you mean is that Qing Guangzi may have made a great ambition to transform Songhe Prefecture into a country of Buddhist demons?" Meng Yuan asked curiously.

"Maybe so." Ke Qiuxian shook his head slightly and said, "But my concern is the same as Captain Zhang's. A place like Songhe Prefecture is adjacent to a big river. It is not difficult to cause trouble. All you need to do is to incite the spirits, monsters, Buddhists, and the Jianluo Sect. But if you want to massacre the city, I'm afraid it won't work."

Meng Yuan understood what Ke Qiuxian meant. He meant that it was okay for Songhe Prefecture to have some minor conflicts, but it was unlikely that a major disturbance would occur in this environment.

Ke Qiuxian walked forward and took a closer look at the clay sculpture of the green rat. He said, "Buddhism does not have idols. This is clearly a wrong path. Therefore, we cannot judge them by common sense. Their thoughts and ideas are different from those of ordinary monks."

He sighed and continued, "The prefect is a temporary official. He failed to find any problems when he returned to Beijing to report on his work. He was derelict in his duty. But at least he found some clues. I will report them and they will send some people down."

"Master Ke." Zhang Guinian was a local official, and he was very cautious. "Qing Guangzi must have been planning here for a long time. The family of Prefect Jie has become spies of the Buddha and the demon. They are just waiting for Qing Guangzi's order, and then they can open the door to convenience. In my opinion, there may be Qing Guangzi's people in the city."

"The people from the Qianhu Office will be here soon. You can investigate together then." Ke Qiuxian was obviously not good at official affairs. He waved his hand and said tiredly, "When you need me to help, just call me."

"Also, don't move here for now. There are people coming to watch, we will deal with it later." Ke Qiuxian left a word, and flew away in a flash.

Zhang Guinian didn't know what to say for a moment, and Meng Yuan and Gong Zihua were also speechless.

"I said that the Demon Suppression Bureau cannot use Taoist priests and Confucian scholars. The former don't want to contribute, and the latter just find fault!" Zhang Guinian said angrily.

"Captain Zhang has generalized." Gong Zihua considered himself a Confucian scholar, so he made an excuse.

"Do you want today's harvest?" Zhang Guinian asked.

Gong Zihua remained silent.

Zhang Guinian waved his hand and pulled Meng Yuan and Gong Zihua over to him, saying, "I just saw a few pretty ones. Do you want any?"

This is the rule of house raiding. If there are good things, digest them internally first. As long as you don't keep too much, there will be no problem.

Meng Yuan and Gong Zihua looked at each other. Both of them were extremely upright gentlemen, so naturally they would not accept this.

By the afternoon, Mingyue had indeed come, along with the woman in the red cloak.

"Please!" Meng Yuan was very enthusiastic, but Mingyue was still very cold and didn't even show any expression.

As for the woman in the red cloak, she had her face covered with a veil. All we knew was that she was a little short and our expression couldn't be seen.

There was no other way, Meng Yuan could only be obedient and take the two of them to the rockery.

After watching for a while, the woman in the red cloak sneered, "How can you become a Buddha?"

There was a hint of mischief in her voice.

Mingyue said nothing, but drew her sword, and with a flash of sword light, she chopped the clay sculpture of Qing Guangzi into powder. It was obvious that she was still resentful and wanted to fight Qing Guangzi. Meng Yuan did not have a chance to talk, and sent the two women away.

We were busy until the evening, and the house search was not yet complete. However, most of the items and family members had been placed in place, and only further arrangements were needed.

When Meng Yuan and his companions returned to the garrison, they were all exhausted, even more tired than after a fight.

After sealing the stolen goods, Meng Yuan finally felt that he had gotten what he wanted.

"Let's go. I'll invite Uncle Zhang to have a drink at Zuiyue Tower." Meng Yuan invited Zhang Guinian, Zhang Lingfeng and Gong Zihua.

Naturally, no one would refuse such a good thing.

It was already dark when we arrived at Zuiyue Tower, but the streets were still bustling with lanterns everywhere.

Although the house of Prefect Xie was searched and confiscated, it did not affect Songhe Prefecture at all.

When he arrived at Zuiyue Tower, Meng Yuan saw Master Nie sending out an old man, and then he saw himself.

"You kid..."

Before Nie Yannian finished speaking, Meng Yuan threw the reins over, "Master Nie, feed my little red horse a pound of beans and crack a few more eggs!"

"You..." Nie Yannian looked at the reins in his hand, stunned for a moment, and then saw Meng Yuan had walked into Zuiyue Tower and started talking to Nie Qingqing with a smile.

And he didn't seem like a guest at all, but rather the host of the place. After saying a few words, he took Gong Zihua and Zhang Lingfeng upstairs.

"What did you do today?" Nie Yannian asked while holding Zhang Guinian with one hand and the reins with the other, feeding the horse from behind.

Zhang Guinian was also very tired, and immediately talked about the house confiscation.

The two chatted nonsense and went up to the second floor, where they saw Nie Qingqing just coming out of a private room.

"Dad." Nie Qingqing stepped forward and pulled Nie Yannian's sleeve, saying, "How is Wu Xing doing recently?"

"Very good!" Nie Yannian tapped Nie Qingqing's forehead vigorously and said, "Are you here to drive me out to live outside?"

"I mean, when you have time, take Xiao Meng to the martial arts world to have a look. He can also help out a bit." Nie Qingqing said.

"Do you still want me to lose both my life and my money?" Nie Yannian waved his hand impatiently and pulled Zhang Guinian to the side to drink.

The two of them talked about the affairs of the mansion in detail, and Nie Yannian noticed that Nie Qingqing was a different person today. She seemed restless and expectant of something, just like a young bride who was about to get married.

"Qingqing is already like this and she hasn't even gotten married yet. What will happen to her in the future?" Nie Yannian was quite worried.

"It's just a matter of time." Zhang Guinian didn't feel sad.

"That kid came to have a meal, Qingqing didn't charge him a penny, and he could drink as much as he wanted. That's fine, he doesn't have to pay for the treat!" Nie Yannian started to argue.

"How is this possible?!" Zhang Guinian immediately slammed the table in anger.

"Who says it's not true?" Seeing that his old friend shared the same hatred for the enemy, Nie Yannian also agreed, "What will happen to you if you stick to her before you even have a clue about her fate? Does this make sense?"

"That's not it." Zhang Guinian made sense. He said seriously, "This Zuiyue Tower has our share. Qingqing doesn't want money. I don't mind if she uses your money to support a man, but she can't use my money to support a man!"

"You..." Nie Yannian was speechless for a moment.

(End of this chapter)