Receive the decree

Pure Buddha light continued to emanate from the pearl in Wei Yuan's hand, and the middle-aged monk was dazed. The purity of this Buddha light was far greater than that of his master. Only the Arhats and Vajra and the guardian gods in the legend could achieve this.

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but put his hands together and muttered to himself:

"The body is like glass, clear inside and outside, pure and flawless, bright and vast..."

"Amitabha, Amitabha."

Many monks, as long as they could still make sounds, chanted together, with different expressions. Some were indeed pious and even morbidly obsessed, while others were at a loss and just followed the rest of their brothers and sisters in this way, following the crowd.

Wei Yuan clenched his five fingers and collected the Buddha beads.

The Buddhist beads can transmit sound over a thousand miles and can leave some information for others. Previously, the middle-aged monk wanted to use the Buddhist beads to record Wei Yuan's appearance, but now it has been destroyed by Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan also knew the reason why these monks came here from the Buddhist beads.

It seems that there are two monks, one old and one young, in his sect, carrying Buddhist relics.

They traveled thousands of miles to Jiangnan Road to find the enemy of Buddha.

But for some reason, they lost their traces on the first day they arrived in Yingtian Prefecture.

The souls were scattered, and even the Buddhist relics were lost.

So the head monk was shocked and angry, and sent his disciples to Jiangnan Road, one to find out the cause of death of the two monks, the second to find the Buddhist relics at all costs and return to Buddhism, and the third to inherit the duties of the two monks and continue to look for the enemy of Buddha who destroyed the Buddha statue in Guanyin Temple in Jiangnan Road.

When they came here, they happened to run into Yuanjue.

The two sides had many conflicts in the past, so they subconsciously believed that the disappearance and death of the two monks and the loss of the Buddhist relics were all related to Yuanjue, and began to investigate secretly.

Wei Yuan held the Buddhist beads and pondered for a moment. It seemed that the two Buddhist disciples who had disappeared before were carrying the relics to find the "Buddha enemy", that is, himself, but they did not know who they met, and were directly killed and their souls were shattered, and even the relics were taken away.

Is he a master who has a grudge against Buddhism?

Previously, Yuanjue was pure and kind, without any blood, evil or murderous intent. Moreover, Wei Yuan instinctively believed that Yuanjue, who only wanted to bring the Buddha enemy back to the mountains to teach the Buddhist principles and convert him into a monk, did not seem to be the kind of person who would kill people for the relics.

While pondering, Wei Yuan heard a noise. He turned around and saw the middle-aged monk with his hands clasped together. His eyes were pious and a little morbid and fanatical. He bowed and murmured: "The Buddha's light is as pure as glass. You... no, you, you are the reincarnation of the guardian spirit of my Buddha?! Or is it my Buddhist master who came to the mortal world to slay demons and eliminate monsters?"

"Amitabha, Amitabha!"

"I am so lucky to see the true appearance of the guardian!"

The other monks followed suit when they saw their master performing such a great ceremony.

Wei Yuan frowned and wanted to deny it casually, but he noticed the expressions of these monks and paused. He thought of what Yuanjue had said before, knowing that the other party only needed the master they thought of, the Buddha they thought of. And what he, Wei Yuan, thought was not important. These monks who worshipped Buddha would only think that their spirituality had not awakened.

He thought again that the enemy of Buddha in the eyes of these monks was himself, and he was worried that these monks would harm Yuanjue.

Instead of sending these monks away, it is better to use their tricks directly.

Wei Yuan held the Buddhist beads and said calmly:

"... What did you understand?"

The middle-aged monk calmed down, but was still a little excited. He put his hands together and said, "Disciple understands that it is because I did not recognize the true appearance of the Dharma Protector. I hope that the Buddha will have mercy and not blame me. The Dharma Protector must have some plan when you came to the world this time and contacted the evil monk Yuanjue. Disciple did not know and almost disturbed me."

"Sin, sin."

"This time I will definitely tell you about your coming to the world."

Wei Yuan did not comment.

After hearing the monk's words that he would report his affairs, he said:

"My affairs are not allowed to be spread outside."

The monk was surprised and puzzled, and then he seemed to understand something and said:

"Is the Dharma Protector God going to act secretly? Then I wonder what I should do to cooperate with the God?"

Wei Yuan replied: "Do what you did in the past."

"Still track Yuanjue, but don't really take action; still report to Guanyin Temple as usual, but hide the real gains. As for tracking the real enemy of Buddha, leave it to me, you don't have to take action."

The middle-aged monk was at a loss, and then he hesitated instinctively. His reason made his doubts temporarily suppress the piety of visiting Buddha and worshiping God every day. He put his hands together and asked cautiously and hesitantly:

"... Dharma Protector God, is there any deep meaning in this move?"

Because I don't want you to make trouble.

Because the enemy of Buddha is me.

Of course I can't say that.

So Wei Yuan let go of his hand, letting the Buddhist beads flow between his fingers. The Buddha's light shone everywhere, his eyes were as clear as glass, his expression was calm, his eyes slightly raised, and he said lightly:

"The Buddha said, it cannot be said."

With just five words, he didn't say any more. The middle-aged monk was surprised, confused, and thoughtful. Then his face showed endless joy. He bowed eleven times and said respectfully:

"So that's it, so that's it, the disciple understands."

... What do you understand?

Wei Yuan was silent for a while, his expression was calm, and he said: "Go now."

Many monks took the pills, adjusted their breath, and then bowed and left one by one. Wei Yuan watched the monks leave. The Buddhist beads were still emitting light. He lowered his eyes and said to himself: "The guardian god..."

From the reaction of the Buddhist beads to him, it seems that the fragment of his true spirit in one of his lives was indeed captured by Sangha, and then transformed into something like a guardian god.

Although reincarnated from generation to generation, the essence of the true spirit is the same.

It is common sense to make mistakes for dead objects like Buddhist beads that have no ability to distinguish.

Wei Yuan pondered, paid attention to the Buddhist beads, and then clenched his five fingers.

The Buddhist beads made a snap, were crushed into powder, and scattered with the wind.

Wei Yuan did not think that his casual words could be concealed for long. Even if the monks just now did not doubt because of their enthusiasm, Guanyin Temple and other Buddhist sects would notice the difference and the abnormality. At that time, keeping the beads would be troublesome and a future trouble.

Be cautious and don't underestimate anyone.

Just now, he even thought about whether to throw the Buddhist beads to Wuzhiqi.

Later, he thought it was not appropriate. This would cause unnecessary trouble, disturb Wuzhiqi, and might greatly reduce the latter's sense of modern humans. However, he could mention it to Wuzhiqi later. If He wanted to play with one, he could also get one for him.

Today, I was busy with many things, and the sky was gradually getting dark.

Wei Yuan was a little tired. Looking at the hustle and bustle of the traffic, he thought that he had to hurry on his way. He thought about staying near Yingtianfu for one night, but after thinking about it, he decided to go back to the museum directly. After all, he had said when he left that he could go back in about a day.

He casually sprinkled the remaining powder of the Buddhist beads into the air and watched the Buddha's light disappear.

Suddenly, I thought of what the Buddhist scriptures said, that in the last days of the Dharma, the devil should be allowed to wear the cassock, recite the Buddhist scriptures, and sit on the lotus platform. The devil is the enemy of the Buddha. What I just did was actually vaguely in line with this scripture. The hidden meaning in the text was interesting.

......

Wei Yuan handed over all the things here and sent a text message to Yuanjue, simply telling him that he had encountered a monk following him secretly, asking Yuanjue to be careful, and then took the evening high-speed train back to Quanshi.

He randomly drove a shared bike and rode towards the museum.

When he arrived at the old street, he practiced the skills several times until the sharp aura that was released by his attack was suppressed, and then he walked back. However, he started to feel hungry after practicing the skills.

He set out near noon in the morning, and immediately began to lurk, investigate, and take action after arriving. Finally, he went to the special operations team office with Yuanjue to cooperate with the investigation and take notes. He was so busy that he didn't even have lunch.

Now it's just past dinner time.

The appetite of martial arts monks at this stage is quite exaggerated. The result of not eating for two meals is that Wei Yuan feels that his stomach is filled with magma and sulfuric acid, and his stomach almost feels a dull pain due to hunger.

If I had known earlier, I should have had dinner in Yingtianfu before coming back.

But that would mean missing this high-speed train, and the next one would have to wait three hours. If it was near the high-speed train station, no, the food there was too expensive, and his appetite was too big, so it was not worth it.

Wei Yuan looked at the museum not far away. There were no restaurants in the old street, and with his current appetite, it was not cost-effective to eat out except for the buffet restaurant. He had to press one hand on his abdomen, quicken his pace, and rush home.

There were braised beef, fresh shrimp fish cakes, stewed chicken with mushrooms, and shredded pork with snow bamboo shoots at home.

There were also mixed fasting pills, and the special operations team used compressed biscuits.

In any case, at least it could be dealt with.

He pushed open the door and hurried in.

As usual, the museum part had wooden shelves made of old wood, and there were ancient collections, shrouded in dim light, as if time had slowed down. Black cats sat on a wooden cabinet, and Tiannv Jue was painting with black cats as models.

Wei Yuan walked over lightly and took a look.

Well,

The painting is very good, but it doesn't look like a cat.

Su Yu'er was still there, but her classmate had disappeared. Seeing Wei Yuan's sight, Su Yu'er explained softly: "Xiang Xue woke up for a while and fell asleep again. I asked her to go back to my room."

Wei Yuan knew that the room she was talking about was the bookstore next door.

Wei Yuan did not take out the bronze tripod that sealed the descendants of Wushan in front of Jue, but just signaled Su Yu'er to wait. He felt hungry and walked towards the narrow kitchen. He originally planned to find instant noodles and dip them in compressed biscuits to deal with it.

But he unexpectedly saw a portion of meat soup, a portion of lotus pond stir-fry, and cooked rice on the table, and the temperature was constant by magic.

Wei Yuan was surprised. Could it be that a water ghost would do this?

No, it's impossible.

It can cook many dishes, such as braised beef, chicken soup with Sichuan peppercorns, spicy beef, and pickled beef, but they are all made with water. At most, it can add a sausage and two eggs to make a meat-egg double flight. With cola, it is the limit of the water ghost's cooking skills and a lineup that can satisfy it.

Wei Yuan took a deep breath, and his stomach made a gurgling sound.

The girl in a light lotus-colored long skirt and a white shirt put down a stroke, exhaled, and said:

"Today, Yu and I tried the dishes of this era and left some dishes for you."

She dipped the paint, lowered her head and added a stroke on the canvas with a pen, muttering to herself:

"I think you will have lunch there when you visit old friends, but you shouldn't be embarrassed to come back after dinner at night. If you are in a hurry to come back, you probably haven't eaten yet, right?"

"What do you think of this painting of mine?"

Wei Yuan was very grateful in his heart, and he didn't hesitate to pick up his chopsticks directly.

He swallowed a mouthful of meat, looked up at the girl's painting, gave a thumbs-up, and said vaguely:

"Perfect!"

The black cat-like cat swung its tail and jumped to the side, leaned over, and then froze. Its pupils shrank and almost turned vertical. Its tail stopped wagging, and it subconsciously opened its mouth. It looked at the painting of Jianshuo, who looked like a pig, and then looked at Wei Yuan. It suddenly became angry and waved its white claws at Wei Yuan.

"Meow? Meow meow meow?!!!"