Chapter 1010: The Master is going to celebrate a special day

Chapter 1010: The Master is going to celebrate a special day

Chapter 1010: The Master is going to celebrate a special day (5k, in )

"If Lord Xingyi doesn't believe me, please read this book!"

Ling Xuan took out a yellowed album that was three fingers thick. When he took it out, he looked confident, like a lion swaying its mane.

As the youngest Zhenxiang Grandmaster of this dynasty and even the previous dynasty, Earl Xingyi is undoubtedly extremely powerful, but apart from solving cases, as a Purple Gold Cavalryman, he also has his own pride.

Liang Qu took the book and looked through it.

There is a date in the upper left corner of each page of the notebook, representing a day, and there are four numbers next to the date. The words on the entire page are extremely small.

The book originally contained each person's name and events.

After about a hundred pages, there were more and more people, the numbers after the date became larger and larger, and the things recorded became simpler and simpler, with only a few words. When there were many people, there could be two or three hundred people on a page. It was basically a black page.

"Zhuoga Yangzong was circumambulating the temple in Barkhor Street when the copper prayer wheel got stuck and made a sharp noise. In shock, he crashed into the stone wall."

"When the chef Qiangba Quzha was boiling mutton bone soup, the boiling soup wrapped in peppercorns splashed into his eyes."

"While chasing a fleeing sheep, herder Gesang Meiduo stepped on fresh cow dung..."

There are countless similar incidents.

Often they are separated by six or seven pages, and if you look carefully, you can see their names, which are long-term records of the same range of groups.

Back and forth.

"Third Prince!"

Liang Qu held up the album.

Little Mirage Dragon flew over holding the charcoal pencil and notebook, glanced at a few pages, opened his own notebook and held it up: "It looks a bit like what I remembered."

Ling Xuan was slightly surprised. He was originally quite contented, but he noticed something different. He restrained his expression, restrained his patience and did not ask any further questions on the spot. He first explained his content to Liang Qu.

"Xingyi Bo, the first number after the date on the album is the total number of people I counted, the second number is the number of people recorded on that day, the third number is the number of people who have died, and the fourth number is the number of people not recorded on that day.

It is not easy to place spies in the snowy mountains, and it is also difficult to find villagers who are not devout in their faith and can avoid going to the temple for a long time. All of them need to be paid, and some even pay money to worship secretly.

I have been in the Daxue Mountain for several months and have discovered some differences, which has cost a lot of manpower and resources. I also specially sought out colleagues from the Central Plains to help with the comparison. Until this year, about a thousand people have been included in the record.

Among these 1,000 people, an average of more than 100 people will encounter various minor incidents every day, such as choking on water, bumping into the corner of the table... This is quite normal, but one in ten... In the Central Plains, with the same 1,000 people, the probability of such incidents happening is much lower..."

Liang Qu watched and listened.

It's basically the same as his recording method, except that Ling Xuan's sample data is larger and more rigorous, and cannot be compared with just a few people on the treasure ship.

After several months of observation, Liang Qu discovered that the [Drowning Industry] would basically remain at a certain level, without causing any trouble. It would neither rise nor fall, with a minor misfortune occurring once every few days on average. In an area like the Snow Mountain Region, there would not be any abnormalities worthy of attention.

In a place where ordinary people would get dizzy if they ran fast, it is very normal to get into trouble accidentally.

When the environment is extremely different, outsiders will only blame it on the unfamiliar climate and water rather than having someone cast a spell on them.

According to Ling Xuan's opinion, if you burn incense and worship Buddha more often, you can eliminate this [karma of drowning] within a certain period of time.

How many herdsmen in the Snow Mountain Region do not believe in the Lotus Sect?

Not one in a hundred can be saved.

almost none.

Just as Ling Xuan said, you have to pay money to stop the herders from worshipping for a period of time, and it can’t be just a small amount.

Captain Zijin’s keen observation skills!

Liang Qu himself only discovered it with Ze Ding's reminder. It was truly extraordinary that Ling Xuan could detect the abnormality on his own.

“I divided them into groups and asked them to go to the temple to worship at fixed times… I found that after the worship… the number of herders…did not drop to the same level as in the Central Plains, but was significantly lower than before the worship.

Therefore, it took a very long time to confirm that there is a mysterious force that influences people, and burning incense and praying to Buddha can remove the bad luck of people. This is confirmed by Jian Zhongyi's disaster energy, and it is closely related to the Great Snow Mountain! "

After the explanation, Ling Xuan was anxious and couldn't help but ask his previous confusion, "This little dragon next to Lord Xingyi said, what does the same record mean?"

"Hehe." The little mirage dragon swung its tail, looking very proud, and handed the notebook to Ling Xuan, "My boss has already discovered what you said! He asked me to write it down as soon as I got here!"

"!"

Ling Xuan raised his hand to take the notebook and flipped through it. The pages rustled and the handwriting was crooked.

Exactly the same content!

Record all the bad luck that happened to everyone in detail and make comparisons... Apparently something strange has been discovered about the snow mountain!
how come!
The incident at the Snow Mountain sounds extremely unlucky, but in reality, it only happens once every few days on average, so it's unlikely...

Ling Xuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes sparkling: "Does the Earl of Xingyi have any special identification method?"

Great!

Liang Qu praised again in his heart.

He wanted to make up an excuse, such as "Long Eying ate Ruyi to increase her energy", which increased her luck and made her more perceptive, but after thinking about it, he felt that there was really no need to lie to a Purple Gold Tiqi. The more he said, the more he would reveal, which would simply arouse suspicion.

"I have had some experiences myself, so I can sense some differences, but I can't confirm it directly, and I can't let others feel it. After thinking about it, I can only use the dead method to confirm it."

Death method!
Ling Xuan felt like an arrow hit his heart.

It was like the feeling of trying hard to learn arithmetic in school, following the teacher's instructions, and working hard to add one to one hundred, but when I turned around, I saw the boy in the front row adding the two numbers at the beginning and the end, using a simple multiplication method...

"Master Ling, don't worry about it. It's just good luck. If there is no special encounter, I can't figure it out. Besides, I don't know that burning incense and praying to Buddha can relieve the karma of drowning. It really helps a lot."

"Drowning?"

"Yes, I call this influence [Drowning Karma]."

Ling Xuan frowned.

Drowning means death due to water.

Karma, Buddhist karma.

This guy……

Not only is he sharp, he's also good at naming!

Liang Qu continued, "Unlike Ling Tiqi, who knows how to eliminate [Drowning Karma], I have discovered a way to increase [Drowning Karma]."

"Increase?" Ling Xuan shook off his random thoughts, "How to increase?"

"Does Ling Tiqi know what major event happened in the Bai family?"

event?

Isn’t the most recent major event in the Bai family the death of the former clan leader Bai Chenfeng and clan elder Bai Chen Honglang?

You did it.

Ling Xuan knew the answer to the riddle would not be that simple, and Liang Qu would not talk nonsense without a purpose. Thinking carefully, he was suddenly shocked: "The General Qieqi Temple, was it built by you?"

Liang Qu smiled, neither admitting nor denying.

it is more than words.

hiss.

Can the urine god statue actually increase drowning karma?
What did you think before trying to get validation?

Simply because it is related to rituals?
Is this the association of genius?

Ling Xuan didn't even know where he lost. He only had cases of suspected increase when pulling out the hidden stakes, and he couldn't fully determine the mechanism. Liang Qu had already urinated on more than a dozen statues of General Qieqi, one a day without fail.

Build bridges and construct canals.

Your Majesty’s personal encouragement is truly extraordinary.

"No wonder the Bai family made such a big fuss about arresting someone, but they didn't have any clues. They lost face. How could they catch Zhen Xiang if they had a group of dozens or even hundreds of tiger hunters and wolf smoke?"

and many more.

Ling Xuan realized something was wrong.

"Master Liang has accumulated so many disasters for no reason. Won't your daily life be affected by the disaster?"

"I will accept it, but I also have a solution. As for how to solve it." Liang Qu closed the book, "After we get familiar with each other, Ling Tiqi will explain the secret plan to me, and I will be honest with him."

Is there any other solution besides praying to Buddha and burning incense?
Ling Xuan's thoughts were in turmoil. As a person who was good at deciphering puzzles, he really wanted to know the answer.

However, they were unfamiliar with each other and it was their first meeting. It was understandable that they could exchange information with each other, but they were far from being completely frank with each other.

Even if they are confirmed to be in the same camp, both sides will do their own things, and they still need to make a decision whether to accept each other.

"Okay! I'll bring back today's events. It won't be long."

"Thank you."

……

A shuttle boat across the sky and earth.

Ling Xuan floated away on the boat.

After a brief exchange, everyone gained a lot.

"People are entangled in karma and burn incense and pray to Buddha in order to seek liberation. What a clever method... Ordinary people are stuck in a quagmire, how can they escape?" Liang Qu muttered to himself as he watched him disappear from his sight.

The Snow Mountain Region is a plateau area with a lack of oxygen and severe cold. The plants grown there are not ideal. The environment is so harsh that taking a shit could burst a blood vessel, and you could accidentally kill yourself in the toilet. The lives of ordinary people are already full of hardships.

However, there is no systematic explanation for the huge changes in the overall environment, coupled with the baptism of several generations.

All symptoms are the result of "angering the gods" or "not observing taboos". Therefore, making loud noises at the foot of the holy mountain or polluting the water source may trigger punishment from the gods.

It’s good that the Blue Lake is located at the junction, because there is not even a profession of fisherman in the lakes in the snow mountain area.

In a place where the power of gods is everywhere, the only way for the spirit to find support is to rely on faith.

It will undoubtedly bring comfort at first and make life a little sweeter.

But after a long period of development, a faith dominated by mortals is bound to have ambitious people and various impurities. There are saints, but among the tens of millions of monks, there are only a few who are like the waves created by the collision of the tides. Naturally, they begin to expand their power and encroach on the living space of believers.

The harsh environment of the Great Snow Mountain means that this invasion of space for living people is doomed to be endless, because in the end, the only result is death. The harsh environment means death, and ordinary believers will also die. People are used to suffering and cannot tell the difference between the two, and this develops step by step into a distortion that penetrates deep into their bones.

"Quack." The sound of frogs interrupted his thoughts. Bing Yuchan jumped onto the deck and called out, "My lord, my ancestor is calling you, your wife, and your friends to a banquet!"

Liang Qu rubbed his hands together and said, "It's been twenty days. How can I have the nerve to attend banquets every day?"

"Don't worry, sir." The white jade toad patted his chest. "There aren't many monsters in the Blue Lake. Normally, there is almost no contact. It's only twenty days. If you are a distinguished guest, we can handle it even if it takes two hundred days."

"Hey, here they come! Binglin, Yanrui, Eying, Huaikong, it's time for dinner!"

Although the reaction was a little slow, it was good that the other party took action. Next, Liang Qu just had to wait for Binglun Bodhi Temple to crash into him.

Previously.

Fill your stomach first!
At the foot of Ice Mirror Mountain.

The monks from Yuequan Temple asked questions along the way, and the herdsmen in the village prostrated themselves to greet them.

In the middle of the night, in the master's house, monks were chatting by candlelight, outside the house the wind was howling coldly, mastiffs were tearing open a whole roasted yak, hot steam was billowing into the sky, the big dogs were sitting and sharing the food, not noticing at all that a flash of golden light leaped out of the window and onto the roof.

Opening and closing his mouthparts, Awei landed on the roof, fluttering his wings, and greeted the man in a fur coat not far away.

Seeing the insects coming, Zhedan, who had received the news in advance, stopped following them, packed up his tracks, eliminated the scent, and returned quietly.

A few moments.

When they met up in the house, Zhedan saw Ling Xuan talking about today's events.

Silver Tiqi Hu Lixin asked: "Lord Ling, after hearing what you said, should we talk about it or not?"

"Yes, this Earl of Xingyi is only in the second realm, but he can fight against Bai Chenfeng and Bai Chen Honglang. If he can join us, we won't have to be afraid of many things! We can just let go." Someone agreed.

“I don’t have the final say on this matter.”

Ling Xuan knocked on the brazier, took out the roasted sweet potatoes inside, and turned to look at Liu Jingxuan.

Although both of them were at the Zhenxiang realm, he was only at the first realm, while Liu Jingxuan was at the second realm and was about to enter the third realm. The third palace had already condensed four parts, and only the last 30% was missing.

As for the equally profound meaning of Jian Zhongyi, no one asked about it.

He is still a criminal, and in terms of decision-making power, he is not as powerful as a tiger hunting master.

Liu Jingxuan thought for a long time: "There is no rush for now... The key is to find the next hidden stake first. The monks of Yuequan Temple will report after their investigation. Bodhi Temple will not let it go. At that time, they will definitely be entangled. Let's wait and see first, and then look out for each other. Besides, even if Xingyi Bo comes, he can't help us. We are not going to fight head-on."

"Alright."

Ling Xuan felt the same way.

Liangqu involves one of the seven major temples. If we go too close now, it will increase the risk of exposure. Too many people will arouse the vigilance of the Daxueshan. In addition, the removal of hidden piles is not a hard demolition. The use of force is a safety measure rather than a function.

They have been busy for several years and have removed 30% of the hidden piles. Even a hasty eruption of the Great Snow Mountain may not lead to the emergence of the drought demon. They are indeed gradually gaining the initiative, but there is no reason to relax.

The advantage could be even greater!

The next day.

After the monks of Yuequan Temple had a general understanding of the situation, they rode on their mastiffs and were about to rush back to the temple.

The landlord hurriedly chased out and knelt on the ground.

"Master, Master, I heard that the master of Yuequan Temple is going to celebrate a special day?"

The two monks were stunned.

It was a special day, which was the abbot's birthday. The two were commissioned by Wanao Temple and had high hopes from Binglun Bodhi Temple. They were out to do a very important task and were so busy along the way that they almost forgot about this matter.

The monk, Rege, who was riding a mastiff, thought about it.

"This place does need to perform the Buddhist ritual of offering food to the goddess. According to custom, it requires four heads, ten sets of intestines, one side of human skin, clean blood, dirty blood, soil from ruins, widow's menstrual blood, leprosy patient's blood, various kinds of meat, various kinds of hearts, various kinds of blood, water from the netherworld, whirlwind soil, thorns growing to the north, dog feces, human feces, butcher's boots, etc.

If you are really interested, you can choose a few and send them to Yuequan Temple on the 18th of next month. If you are chosen, you will be blessed."

"Understood." The landlord hurriedly wrote it down, and then asked, "I wonder if I can tell everyone about the two masters staying overnight tonight..."

Rege laughed and suddenly swung his whip at the landlord's face.

Snapped!
With a whip sound, the landlord fell to the ground wailing, his face torn and bleeding.

"Stand up!" Rege shouted.

The landlord closed his mouth, trembling all over, and stood up from the ground, covering his mouth with blood. He pinched his cheeks with his fingers to make the flesh on both sides stick together and relieve some of the pain.

Rege shouted: "This whip makes you suffer, but it eliminates your karma and helps you accumulate merits!"

The landlord endured the pain and took a deep breath: "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master."

"With this merit, you can go and speak."

"Thank you, master! Thank you, master!"

The big mastiff ran away, and the landlord watched the monk leave. He was so happy that the wound on his face didn't hurt so much anymore.

The news that the master agreed to stay overnight spread, and he was given the title of delivering sacrifices to Yuequan Temple.

He had been eyeing the concubine of Tsering, a herdsman living three miles away, for a long time. She was very beautiful, but unfortunately Tsering was not his serf. He wanted to skin him and his sons alive, and if he did not agree, it would be disrespectful to Buddha. Without a strong labor force, he would be a serf anyway!

Not to mention his wife, his daughter is also his!
And there is Master Qiangba from the next village, who has always been his mortal enemy. He killed several strong men...

The landlord became more and more excited the more he thought about it.

"notes!"

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Take the hook knife and go cut off the head!"

"Master!" The note bowed, "It's hot now. If we cut it off so early, it will stink easily. If we air dry it, it won't be wet intestines anymore. If it's not wet intestines, it can't be used as a sacrifice. The abbot of Yuequan Temple will blame us."

The landlord was stunned, and his excitement faded a bit: "You are right, there is no need to rush these few days."

On the roof, Awei's wings flickered, sending back detailed information to catch up with the running mastiff on land.

"The 18th, birthday..."

Liang Qu held the wooden bowl.

There is a head start.

It doesn’t matter whether we contact the Bai family or not, Datou is already in the snowy mountains.

"Binglin, stop eating, let's live!"

"Sir, sir, how can we not treat you well enough?" Bai Yuwa asked.

As one of the few frogs in the tribe that could speak Mandarin, the White Jade Frog took on the important task of hospitality and did not dare to be negligent.

"Of course not. The frog tribe's delicious food is so delicious that I can't help but linger. I just have some things to do, so I will come back later."

The white jade frog breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought I was going to take the old toad away.

The ancestor had said before that if the old toad could be kept, the cost of today's banquet would be returned a thousand times over. Now we are still cultivating feelings and cannot give up halfway.

and.

The banquet tasted really good.

The white jade frog licked its lips.

The guests eat and drink well, and although they don't come to the table, they can still enjoy some of the leftovers, especially the water rats raised by the guests. Apart from other things, they are quite skilled in cooking fish.

"I wonder if the Bingyuchan tribe has ever heard of Yuequan Temple. If they have, do you know where it is?"

"Yuequan Temple?" Bai Yuwa fell into deep thought, his eyes lit up, "I know, I know. I heard that there is an icy spring in the temple there, which produces a lot of Yuequan water every year. It tastes great. After drinking it, I feel relaxed all over, and my wrinkles are smoothed out. It's a pity that the monks there are too powerful. My father's leg was broken by a monk there. I have never been there since then, and I don't know what Yuequan water tastes like."

Liang Qu waved his hand: "Well, take me with you and I'll let you drink as much as you want!"

"Really?"

“Realer than real gold!”

(End of this chapter)