Chapter 141 Is there another secret?

The sky was full of stars and the night wind made no trace. Mo Chuan and Huitong Zen Temple continued their discussion until late at night.

After washing up and having a fast meal, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

When he was ugly, Mo Chuan quietly borrowed a stick of incense and went to the cold pond at Pengtuo Peak in Shoushan Mountain again.

"Lord Mountain God!"

Xiaoyunshanjun, who was resting by the pond, was surprised to see Mo Chuan coming and quickly got up to pay his respects.

"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."

At the same time, on the cold pool, the water rippled and thousands of threads wandered.

The woman in red clothes emerges faintly from the Tan. It was supposed to be a graceful scene of hibiscus emerging from clear water. When she reveals her bleeding facial features, all ambiguity disappears.

"I came here late at night. I apologize for any offense I may have caused." Mo Chuan cupped his hands and said.

Mo Chuan shook his head and was too lazy to say anything. He changed the subject and said, "Has your temple explained it to Zhao Jincao?"

Mo Chuan nodded and left with Abbot Huitong.

"Hey!"

"Ms. Liu, I'm not angry with Mrs. Liu because she wants to kill me. I just blame you. Why don't you kill me? Why are you watching me suffer the torture of hell? Why?"

——Zhao Honglang is his common name.

But where did the immortal Buddha go?

Mo Chuan gave up his seat, revealing Zhao Jincao in the carriage behind him.

Then he told him and Huitong Zen Temple's plan in detail.

In this case, it's better to just follow the current and settle the cause and effect.

In this world, one can become an immortal or a Buddha.

"Kekeke..."

Mo Chuan said: "Of course."

Mo Chuan nodded in return.

Zhao Jincao's face changed drastically when he heard this, and then he pointed at Mo Chuan and screamed while stammering.

With his ability to refine gods and control qi, it would be easy for him to escape into Taixu, get close to Zhao Jincao, and plunder into the sacrificial furnace.

…

The woman in red smiled and did not agree with Mo Chuan. She slowly raised her face, revealing her scarlet eyes.

"My lord, the mountain god, has mercy on me. In this case, the little girl will be at your mercy."

"It seems that there is such a thing. Why, are you trying to cling to an old relationship and beat up the couple?" the woman in red asked sarcastically, her voice cold and terrifying.

When Mo Chuan opened the Zen door, he trembled all over and showed a complicated look in his eyes.

A Buddha's name awakened Mo Chuan.

"Dong...dong dong..."

Mo Chuan was too lazy to say anything and stood by the roadside watching the play.

The cry of collapse was heard, and Zhao Jincao subconsciously wanted to grab Mo Chuan's sleeve, but there was always an invisible wind field that isolated him.

"Don't worry, lay people. This trip has been planned for a long time, so just relax."

He reached out several times to open the curtains and take a look at the scenery outside, but he was afraid that his face would be missed, so he had to withdraw his hands.

Mo Chuan nodded, whispered a few more instructions, and then left quietly.

Every bump and pause in the carriage made him extremely nervous.

"I don't dare. Today I am here to repay my kindness. I will let you kill me. When the cause and effect is over, please return my soul to Dao Mountain and my soul to the Five Mountains."

Mo Chuan lifted the curtain and saw that the driver had turned into a human-shaped paper cut and floated into the roadside.

The girl in red bowed her head.

Mo Chuan shook his head and smiled. Looking back, he saw the abbot of Huitong Zen Temple.

Abbot Huitong said: "This is natural, please!"

Zhao Jincao nodded repeatedly, and seeing that Mo Chuan was quite kind, he quickly took the opportunity to ask: "Taoist Master You Chong, are you confident about this trip?"

"She's coming...she's coming..."

"My benefactor, do you still remember Pindao?"

The entire Zen temple seems to be echoing in the emptiness and tranquility of Buddha nature.

A shrill sigh came from outside the carriage.

The appearance of Shen Anfeng has already made him realize that there is heaven outside the world and there are people outside the world.

Even if he changes his appearance, there is no guarantee that he will not be found out.

"It's better to follow the plan. From now on, there will be no red-clothed fierce ghost king Yingying in this world, only Shoushan's red-clothed girl."

"My lord, you are finally willing to come out. I thought you would be with the Ancient Buddha of Qingdeng for the rest of your life."

Zhao Jincao nodded repeatedly, as if to cheer himself up.

The two of them walked further and further into the countryside, and finally stopped in a lonely monastery.

"hehe……"

After a brief handover between the two parties, Mo Chuan immediately led Zhao Jincao away from Huitong Temple.

The woman in red looked at the direction in which Mo Chuan disappeared, and slowly sank into the cold pool, hoping to use this heaven and earth as the ultimate yin to wash away the filth all over her body.

"Why do you, Lord Mountain God, go to such trouble? Wouldn't it be more convenient to just snatch my former lover away from me?" said the woman in red.

Abbot Huitong seemed to be stepping down the steps for Mo Chuan.

Mo Chuan got out of the carriage and bowed with his hands.

In the Zen courtyard, a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples and a haggard appearance, with dark circles under his eyes, was waiting quietly, accompanied by two warrior monks, carrying a robe on his back.

Until dusk, a gust of wind blew up, blowing the car curtains from side to side, and also blew the exhausted Zhao Jincao until his hair stood on end.

"Donor Zhao, this is Taoist Priest You Chong." Abbot Huitong introduced.

"You, you lied to me——"

Mo Chuan was like a lonely soul, wandering among them. When he was excited, he walked to a statue of Maitreya and looked up, his eyes showing confusion.

"You can't get in. Now that a poor Taoist has entered Taoism, how can he change his mind and shake his Taoist mind at will?"

"This statement is wrong. What moves is the Taoist mind, but what is stable is the Zen mind."

In Zhao Jincao's astonishment, his figure flashed and appeared in the carriage, stretching out his arms with bruises, like a coquettish girl, surrounding his lover's neck.

This walk is a day.

It's just that this can easily alert others and expose themselves.

——Even if it’s just psychological.

"Since I'm a ghost, what's the difference between day and night?" The woman in red had no expression on her face.

"Sixteen years ago, my benefactor gave a bowl of rice porridge to a beggar on the street. Do you still remember?"

"Amitabha, fellow Taoist, do you have any intention of becoming a Buddha?"

Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sunlight shines on the high forest.

Mo Chuan talked eloquently.

"Who are you?"

"That's good, that's good!"

Looking further ahead, on the dim official road, a beautiful figure in red seems to have no weight, floating faintly, billowing with resentment and evil energy, blowing the sun and the moon colorless.

…

"Zhao Honglang, I have met Taoist Priest You Chong." Zhao Jincao quickly approached and clasped his hands in greeting.

"This is indeed convenient, but once Zhao Jincao disappears, Huitong Zen Temple will spread all over the world. If he is just a follower of a poor man, and then follows the clues to find the girl, it will not be good after all."

The two rented a carriage, left the Zen temple, and headed straight to Jizhou, as if they were on a far journey.

In the carriage, Zhao Jincao was like a frightened quail, extremely frightened and uneasy.

To the sound of quiet bells, Mo Chuan woke up quietly. When he left the dormitory, the monks of Huitong Zen Temple had already begun to recite morning prayers.

"As for the girl's unjust death, Pindao has basically verified it. It is not difficult to kill Zhao Jincao, but it requires the girl's cooperation in acting." Mo Chuan said.

Mo Chuan comforted him and said that he didn't mean well. After all, he was a death row prisoner and had to be decapitated. He was so nervous. If he died in the car, he would be the unlucky one.

Zhao Jincao felt the arms around his neck that were like ice cubes, and his teeth chattered with fear.

This was the first time that the woman in red was so close to him, and his defenses completely collapsed.

"This, this has nothing to do with me. It's all those monks who want to frame me. They embezzled thousands of acres of fertile land, resulting in insufficient taxes. I, I can't do anything..."

"They didn't dare to kill me, so they forced you to become a fierce ghost... They are the real murderers. Please let me go. When I come to Beijing, I will file a complaint and I will destroy Buddha and abolish Zen, and avenge you!"

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