Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 62 Donor, You Are Obsessed
"Donor, you are obsessed."

This statement makes sense. This is how Buddhism teaches people to start their lives.

"Life is but a dream."

There is nothing wrong with this sentence. Although it is very common, it is also a Zen saying.

As for the last sentence.

"If you don't agree, just do it. Don't think too much."

It doesn't sound like the speech of a great monk.

Zhang Ze was stunned when he heard this, and when he looked back, he could no longer see the little monk.

Qingqing's scalp had long disappeared in the crowd.

Although this statement was inconsistent and sounded irritating, Zhang Ze felt that it made a lot of sense.

The little monk was right.

If you don't agree, just do it. Why are you hesitating? There must be something wrong with that woman.

If there is any problem, arrest her. It is our duty to eliminate evil and defend justice.

However, we in the Sword Sect need evidence to arrest people, and naturally we have to rely on insiders to find evidence.

After finding a deserted place, Zhang Ze took out his sound transmission jade and found the one belonging to Song Qingpao.

"Qingpao, I'll give you a task..."

After explaining to Song Qingpao, Zhang Ze was still thinking about the four words: "If you don't agree, just do it."

"Could that little monk be the reincarnation of Budai Arhat?"

At the beginning of this year, the Buddhist community found the reincarnation of their Budai Arhat.

Maitreya is the real Maitreya, with billions of incarnations, appearing to people from time to time, but people do not recognize him.

In order to cultivate the Tao, Budai Arhat and his disciples are traveling around the four continents and experiencing the mundane world. It is said that they are now in the land of Qingjing.

Zhang Ze thought about it and felt that this assumption was too far-fetched. The little monk could not even recite the Buddhist scriptures with ease, so how could he be the tenth reincarnation of a Buddhist arhat?

Probably just a coincidence.

However, the words "it was just a dream" actually revealed the key to the mystery of Aunt Niao's disappearance.

"Let's go back and find Junior Sister first. We have to wait a while for news about Song Qingpao."

Zhang Ze, his mind clear again, hummed a little tune and returned to the inn, ignoring the proprietress's resentful look.

He sat down opposite Chen Qin, drank a sip of tea to moisten his throat and said.

"I have some guesses about Aunt Bird."

"Some things still need to be verified. Junior sister, please accompany me."

"Come."

After saying that, he took Chen Qin's hand and walked out.

"Aren't you waiting for Lily?" Chen Qin asked.

Zhang Ze looked at Li Yueqi.

Ms. Li agreed calmly.

"Heiqu, wait here and don't move. We'll be back soon."

Black Canal: “.”

"Just wait, stupid dog."

The spirit snake Qinghe, which was wrapped around Li Yueqi, spat out its tongue at Heiqu.

Cold city, at the city gate.

Lily wore a hat and a cloak and moved among the crowd like a mole.

From time to time, he would stop a passerby and ask for the address of Fox and Butterfly Restaurant.

Be cautious, like a thief.

Xiao Fuji was a little confused.

"What are you afraid of? I'm here with you, so what are you afraid of?"

The little girl under the bamboo hat was swinging on the swing while grabbing Lily's hair.

"You don't understand. The world is dangerous, especially since I have a treasure with me. I have to be careful and cautious."

"And I really think this cold city is dangerous."

"Oh." I don't know if the little girl understood or not, but she continued to swing.

Outside the cold city, Wuyangpo.

Two monks, one big and one small, walked north along the foot of the mountain, one in front and one behind.

The older monk walked behind with bags on his back, occasionally pointing out a few mistakes in the passages that the younger monk had recited.

"Master, you've memorized this for several lifetimes, how could you still get this part wrong?"

"Buddhism is profound. Every time I recite it, I gain new insights. I've taught you this principle for several lifetimes, but why don't you understand?"

"The disciple is stupid."

"Forget it." The young monk stopped, touched his green scalp, looked up at the sun, "I'm hungry, let's eat first." The two sat on the side of the road. As soon as the young monk took the cake handed over by the big monk, his hand trembled and the cake fell to the ground.

"What's wrong, Master?" asked the big monk.

"Maybe my disaster is coming. It doesn't matter. Let's eat first." The little monk picked up the cake, blew on it, then broke off half and put it in his mouth.

The big monk was not so calm.

"Master, we have been reincarnated and are only at the foundation building stage. The only thing we have left is our mouths to beg for mercy. We almost died in the previous minor tribulations. Now that the great tribulation has come, why don't we return to Buddhism?"

"Nothing, nothing, let's eat first. Don't hide from the great calamity, or you will surely die."

"And I also met a wonderful person today. I helped him to enlighten others and established a good relationship with him. Maybe the method to break the calamity lies with this person."

"Oh." The monk took a bite of the cake, but he was still worried. "Master, what did you say to him?"

"If you don't agree, just fight." The little monk said frankly.

The big monk shrank his neck and said, "You explained my doubts in the same way before, and then someone cut off one of my arms."

The young monk suddenly felt angry when he saw the timid look of the elder monk.

"Why are you so cowardly now? Where's your bravery when you used a huge knife to chop off my bald head when you were the Demonic Supreme?"

"That book, 'The Path to Heaven', says that."

"Xibai is three points weaker, Master." The big monk replied.

"Yes, you must harden up, my apprentice."

"Remember this, if you don't agree, just do it."

"Recall the fearless and life-threatening spirit of the demonic path back then."

The big monk shook his head like a rattle.

"If you don't recall, you weren't afraid of death back then, so you died in an unclear way. If you live like that, wouldn't that mean you've reincarnated in vain?"

"And the disciple has changed his mind, the Buddha said..."

"Forget it, let's eat first." The little monk stuffed the remaining half of the cake into the big monk's mouth, blocking the Buddhist scriptures back.

"Oh."

Zhang Ze and Li Yueqi left the south gate of Hancheng, while Chen Qin left from the north gate and went to Wuyangpo alone.

Zhang Ze asked Li Yueqi to use his escape technique to take him to a town dozens of miles away.

With Heiqu away, the escape technique he used was replaced by the Qingfeng technique of the spirit snake Qinghe.

Zhang Ze only felt a breeze blowing past, and when he could see the surrounding scenery clearly again, the two of them had already arrived at the town gate.

"Let's go to the teahouse." Zhang Ze said.

Zhang Ze and Li Yueqi squeezed through the crowd and came to a teahouse, which happened to be on break at that time.

Several apprentices came down with copper basins to ask for rewards. The storyteller Mr. Wei held a small teapot in his mouth, leaned his arm, and closed his eyes to rest behind the table.

Zhang Ze didn't waste any words and went up to put a silver ingot in front of Mr. Wei.

The sound was more pleasant than a wake-up stick. Mr. Wei squinted his eyes and saw that it was silver. When he saw that it was silver, his expression immediately changed.

He looked like an immortal, sitting upright, but he reached out his hand in a very dirty way, trying to put the silver into his arms.

Zhang Ze coughed and knocked on the table. The silver ingot flew up and landed in Mr. Wei's hand.

When he saw Zhang Ze display his magical powers, Mr. Wei's immortal demeanor immediately disappeared and he turned back into his shrewd and mercenary appearance.

"Forgive me, Immortal. I am a humble man who has failed to recognize a great man. I wonder what you two Immortals want me to do today."

"Let me ask you something. Have you ever heard of Wuyangpo in Hancheng?" Zhang Ze threw over another ingot of silver.

These storytellers are all well-informed people. This Wei knows everything about the surroundings of Hancheng.

"I've heard it, I've heard it."

"Five miles north of Han, at Wuyangpo, there are many large mansions and gatehouses, and eight fairies live in them."

Zhang Ze interrupted Mr. Wei's monologue and took out the sound transmission jade to contact Chen Qin.

"Junior sister, where are you?"

"Wuyangpo, you didn't ask me to come here."

"Junior sister, do you still remember why we came to Hancheng?"

"I accepted the sect's mission to explore the secret realm of Hancheng. What's wrong, brother?"

As Zhang Ze expected, Chen Qin had already forgotten about Aunt Niao.

Li Yueqi was confused when she heard what Chen Qin said.

"Ugh?"

The system also stiffened at this moment.

[Side quest, Mystery in the Cold City, quest progress 60%]

[Key clues found]

【Phase Reward Distribution】

Although the last time the system refreshed its presence and issued the [Cold City Mystery] mission was yesterday, Zhang Ze always felt that a long time had passed.

(End of this chapter)