Li Ping'an didn't know what to say for a while.

The wind lantern hung on the peach tree branch, and the light shone down diagonally, making Zhigang's huge bald head shine brightly.

Zhigang was more than eight feet tall. They sat opposite each other, and Li Ping'an's whole body was shrouded in shadow.

"Master, you are so bright that it hurts my eyes!"

Li Ping'an stood up and took off the wind lantern, hanging it behind him, and the shadow suddenly disappeared.

Zhigang stared at the wind lantern for a long time, repeating this sentence in his mind, and his eyes on Li Ping'an also changed.

From scolding and disdain to admiration, there is also a hint of gratitude.

"What the layman said contains the most truth, but the poor monk read hundreds and thousands of Buddhist scriptures in vain, and it is only today that he understands the master's painstaking efforts!"

"Master is overly praised."

Li Ping'an said: "Besides, you are right. Giving and accepting bribes and burning, killing, looting and looting are indeed the same crime..."

The latter acts directly on the body, and the pain comes quickly, and the people hate it.

The former's methods are secretive and silent exploitation and robbery, which seems to be of no concern on weekdays, but when it breaks out over time, it will require a change of dynasty.

"The lay people don't know something, it's because the poor monk is obsessed with the appearance."

Zhigang explained: "When I came out of the temple, I was filled with resentment and went around preaching that the Buddha had died and the Dharma was extinct. It was so similar to today."

"I wonder which temple the master practices in?"

Li Ping'an was quite curious about his origins. Monks in the capital were strictly forbidden from eating meat and wine, but they were all fat and fat, and they were not as good as Zhigang, a monk.

"Western Region, Vajra Temple."

Zhigang took the wine jar and took a sip. He was obviously in a good mood now that he was puzzled, and he rambled on about his origins.

Jingang Temple is located in the west of Yongzhou, almost beyond the border of Daqian.

Zhigang has lived in the temple since he was a child, reciting Buddhist scriptures and practicing martial arts. Later, the master inherited the position of presiding and began to change the purpose of the Vajra Temple.

From retreating in seclusion to welcoming guests, he also learned how to make money by encircling land in Central Plains Buddhism, collecting incense, performing rituals, offering memorial tablets, etc.

The reputation of Vajra Temple has grown, the number of followers has increased, and the money has been made like mountains and seas.

However, the monks in the temple no longer cared about worshiping the Buddha, and focused on studying how to expand the land and gather believers. In more than ten years, it became one of the most famous sects in Yongzhou.

"From now on, Vajra Temple is no longer a Buddhist temple!"

Zhigang said: "The poor monk couldn't stand it, so he got into a fight with his fellow disciples, became the target of public criticism, and was eventually kicked out of the temple."

"Throughout these years of wandering around the world, I have become aware of the sufferings of the people, and I had to listen to lay people on demand to understand."

"Regardless of whether the means are right or wrong, Master has indeed promoted Buddhism and saved millions of believers in Yongzhou from worshiping Buddha devoutly..."

Millions of believers!

Li Ping'an's eyes narrowed slightly. Yongzhou is located in the far west, and its people have been strong since ancient times.

Decades ago, the emperor of the puppet dynasty raised his troops from Yongzhou and invaded Kyoto with unstoppable momentum.

The millions of believers in Vajra Temple are like a powder keg that can be detonated at any time. A little incitement by interested people can cause earth-shattering events.

"Now that Master understands the painstaking efforts of the master, do you plan to return to the temple to practice?"

"Understanding is understanding, but the poor monk still doesn't agree."

Zhi Gang spoke categorically in a very firm tone: "The poor monk will not change his Dharma, but he will never curse Buddhism as dead again!"

Li Ping'an looked at the messy cups and plates on the table and teased: "Master, eating meat and drinking wine, can you still practice Buddhism?"

"The body is the foundation of everything. How can you practice martial arts if you don't eat meat? How can you save the devil if you don't practice martial arts?"

Zhigang shook Shabo's big fist: "Buddhist scriptures alone cannot transform the devil. The fist must be hard. If you can't make sense, hit him until he puts down the butcher knife."

"Master is high and hard!"

Li Ping'an couldn't help but give a thumbs up. Zhigang's words made sense.

Propagating faith cannot just rely on words, but also with fists, and both hands must be strong!

Zhi Gang was recognized and immediately became a confidant: "Buddhism originally did not prohibit alcohol, sex, and women, but later under the influence of Zen Buddhism, this and that were banned."

"The poor monk practices primitive Tantric Buddhism, which is a hundred times higher than those hypocritical bald donkeys of Zen Buddhism. He is directly chasing the Buddha!"

Li Ping'an suddenly understood why this guy was nicknamed "Crazy Monk".

Just these few words, if you are kicked out of the temple, you are not unjust, and if you are not beaten to death, it is because I, the Buddha, are merciful.

"Master, you still haven't given up on women?"

"Food, sex, sex!"

A monk named Zhigang actually quoted a Confucian classic: "The three major hobbies of a poor monk in his life are eating meat, drinking wine and visiting brothels!"

Li Ping'an spoke with a hint of sourness: "Master is so cool."

Zhigang had been in the world for more than ten years and had already learned to be obedient. He said with a smile: "When the court gives out the sword money, I will invite the layman to have a drink at Chunfeng Tower."

Li Ping'an repeatedly declined: "No way, this is impossible!"

Zhigang said: "Every time a layman passes by Chunfeng Tower, he will wait and see for at least a moment, and at most he will stand for half an hour, with his eyes almost piercing through. Don't suppress your true feelings."

Li Ping'an said righteously: "I see that the girl is cold outside. Let's go inside to warm ourselves together, so that we won't get cold."

"You guys are so thick-skinned!"

"Hahaha……"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the topic began to become informal.

Zhigang has been wandering around the world for more than ten years, almost all of the thirty-six states of Daqian, and has been to countless Goulan. He can talk about courtesans from all over the country.

In his previous life, Li Ping'an often showed off young ladies who danced. His talent may have been a bit lacking, but his sexiness was more than enough. A brief description made Zhigang's eyes light up.

A man's happiness is as simple as eating meat, drinking wine, and talking about women!

…

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhigang took the note from the Ministry of Punishment and went to the Dali Temple Yamen every day to urge someone to do an autopsy.

The few coins left were quickly used up, and he could only eat and sleep in the morgue.

"The clerk made the master feel so aggrieved. Do you want to teach him a lesson when he leaves the capital?"

Zhigang shook his head and refused: "The scribe suspects that the laws and procedures are followed. There are indeed people in the world who pretend to be receiving pensions. What qualifications does a poor monk have to teach him a lesson?"

Li Ping'an was shocked. This monk not only quoted Confucianism, but also followed the law and understood it.

"He has a wild and unrestrained temperament, yet acts cautiously and cautiously. He is very different from the charlatan in the novel!"

Has Zhigang been tamed by the rules?

Absolutely not!

A monk drank wine, ate meat and visited brothels, claiming to be comparable to Buddha. How could he be tamed by the court after he was so rebellious?

Most of the time, only truly enlightened monks will be able to restrain themselves and will not be angry with minor officials.

This day.

Master Liu sent a new corpse, and Li Ping'an was touching the corpse to explore.

Zhigang opened the door with a bang and shouted excitedly.

Dali Temple sent Ti Xing to do an autopsy. "

Immediately after, a green-robed official came in, wearing a flat-winged black gauze hat, carrying a bamboo box in his hand, a light and airy person.

"My officer Song Ci, where is the body?"

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Li Ping'an opened a coffin, and lying inside was the six-armed ape.

After all, he was Zhigang's brother, so he shouldn't be thrown on the ground like an ordinary corpse. Putting him in a coffin would avoid being bitten by insects and rats.

Song Tixing went forward to check and saw the scarred corpse with pity on his face.

Zhigang said: "The poor monk and the monkey were trying to capture Guitutuo. Somehow the fellow got the news and laid an ambush in advance, causing the monkey to be seriously injured."

Song Tixing carefully inspected the corpse, nodded and said: "The wounds have different shapes, depths, and directions. They should have been trapped in a tight siege."

Zhigang added: "After desperately beheading Guitoutuo, the poor monk went to ask for help from the miracle doctor, but it was a pity that it was too late."

Song Tixing used a silver needle to pierce the heart of the corpse. After twisting it, a few drops of dark blood came out. He sniffed the smell and said.

"The direct cause of death was Heart-biting Powder, which is Guitoutuo's unique poison technique."

As he spoke, he took out a few tools from the bamboo box and turned the body of the Six-Armed Immortal Ape over and over to examine the injuries and bones, trying not to miss any detail, even the lower body and back yard.

During this period, a knife was used to cut open the rotten flesh, and after inspection, it was sewn up with silver needles and threads.

Skilled and neat, he looks less like a court official and more like an embalmer who specializes in trimming the appearance of the deceased.

It took more than half an hour to check. Song Tixing had just put away his tools.

"Go to the Yamen tomorrow afternoon to pick up the autopsy documents."

Li Ping'an stood at the door, looking at Song Tixing who was leaving. His steps seemed slow and slow, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhigang said in a deep voice: "This man is a master!"

Li Ping'an said in surprise: "How high is it?"

"It's as high as three or four stories high!"

"Which floor is Master on?"

"The poor monk is underground!"