Taiwan Novel Network→🆃🆆🅺♦🅽.🅲♦🅼 Finally, the Tibetan student Jiumozhi decided to stay in Tianlong Temple for further studies and asked his followers to take the letter back to Dalun Temple. The letter only said that he felt that the Dali Kingdom's Buddhism was profound, so he decided to stay here for a while. When he handed the letter to his followers, he secretly handed a small volume of Buddhist scriptures with gold foil pages to his followers. The Buddhist scriptures were all written in Tibetan, but the second page of the scriptures was ironed flat by his internal force, and he recorded what he encountered on it. He sent the secret letter not to retaliate secretly. Li Zhuoguang's power, which seemed like a god or demon, had already shattered his desire to win as a warrior. The purpose of sending the secret letter was just to let Dalun Temple know about Li Zhuoguang's existence, so that they would not conflict with him when they met Li Zhuoguang. More importantly, it was to prepare in advance for future changes. You should know that there is more than one sect of Tibetan Esoteric Buddhism. Jiumozhi, as the national master of Tibetan Buddhism, naturally suppressed other sects, but if there is no successor, other sects may have national masters. Meeting Li Zhuoguang during this trip to Dali was a disaster, but it was also an opportunity. As long as this opportunity was seized, Tibetan Esoteric Buddhism would respect the Dalun Temple from then on. After Jiumozhi's followers left, Duan Zhengming and Duan Yu also prepared to return to Yangzhumie City. Duan Zhengming had already shaved his head to learn the "Six Meridians Divine Sword", so he was not going to continue to be the emperor of Dali. He planned to return to the country and abdicate the throne to Duan Zhengchun, and then return to Tianlong Temple to practice. On the way back, they met Li Zhuoguang. At this time, the giant sedan and the followers were gone, and he was wearing the clothes he wore when he first met him. Duan Yu was fine, he had long been accustomed to Li Zhuoguang's wild ideas and shocking methods. Duan Zhengming had never seen such a person before. He could not help but put his hands together in front of Li Zhuoguang with a complicated expression: "This is all thanks to Mr. Li for his righteous action." He originally just wanted to have more experts to help him and scare off the foreign enemies. Who would have thought that in just one day, Tianlong Temple would become the ancestral temple of Tibetan Buddhism in the future. This kind of experience of going out to buy a bag of instant noodles, but directly changing your life and having no worries about food and clothing from then on, is not something that everyone has experienced. Duan Zhengming experienced it today.
Li Zhuoguang waved his hand casually: "I promised you originally, and I just did it for the sake of convenience." "For the sake of convenience?" Duan Zhengming was slightly stunned. Such a method reminded him of a passage in the "Sutra of Miscellaneous Agamas": Why is Bo Xun like this? Because Buddhism eradicates love and desire, thus leaving the demonic realm and the desire world, which makes Bo Xun sad and troubled. The easy-to-understand explanation is that some people just can't stand the dullness and always want to have some fun. Duan Zhengming felt that he didn't need to cultivate his own national book. If he wanted Shaolin's "Yi Jin Jing", he would definitely get it. It would be better to write a letter to Shaolin and explain the advantages and disadvantages, which would be considered a great merit. After Li Zhuoguang returned to Yangzhumie City, he fed the warhorse with dried meat. Then he used the deep red magic power manifested by his own mind to carefully strengthen the warhorse. Not long after, the warhorses, no matter what color they were before, were now dark red with red eyes. Their bodies all grew bigger and their muscles were knotted. Li Zhuoguang led everyone and rode away from the city on warhorses. Duan Yu, as a war wolf among licking dogs, decided to follow everyone even though Li Zhuoguang persuaded him kindly. However, he was just an ordinary horse under his crotch, and he couldn't catch up with Li Zhuoguang's transformed horses. So he could only rush to Suzhou City according to the destination revealed by Li Zhuoguang before. Li Zhuoguang and his companions followed the official road all the way north. In ancient times, traveling far was a risky thing. On their way, they encountered robbery eight times, kidnapping by tyrants five times, and beggars three times. Although in Jin Yong's writing, the Beggars are mostly loyal and righteous, but that is only the case for a few high-level people. Because as high-level Beggars, their economic level has far exceeded the category of beggars. For example, Qiao Feng always eats out when he goes out, either beef or fat chicken, and drinks wine at forums. If the cost of his meal is given to an ordinary beggar, he probably won't starve to death this year. As beggars at the bottom of the society, when facing hunger and hardship, don't expect them to talk about chivalry. Thirty or fifty people in a group dare to stop people on the official road outside the city. If the person who comes is a martial artist, he will regard himself as a disciple of the Beggars, and martial artists will most likely donate generously because of the name of the Beggars. If the people who came were just ordinary wealthy families, then these evil beggars who had learned some simple boxing and kicking would be no different from robbers. And it just so happened that Ariana was extremely beautiful. When they were about to approach Suzhou, the beggars who were chasing Li Zhuoguang and his men gradually had bags on their bodies, and they would also report their names before fighting. However, Li Zhuoguang didn't care. Obviously, they had profound martial arts skills, and after establishing the Beggars' Gang, they could be commissioned according to the operation of bodyguard companies and intelligence agencies. In addition to maintaining the operation of the Beggars' Gang, the income was enough to support the elderly, children and the disabled. However, apart from sending masters to occasionally attack foreign races and gain some reputation, they were more like a cancer to the country. So every time Li Zhuoguang met a Beggar's Gang disciple, he asked them to report their heroic deeds. For these people in the rivers and lakes, if someone wanted to hear their heroic deeds, they would never hide it, but would just happily talk about it. And because there were their own people present, they would never make up stories.
So every time Li Zhuoguang listened to their stories with great interest, he would keep those who had done good things. As for those who had no "heroic deeds", Li Zhuoguang would usually regard them as unstable factors that were of no help to society and kill them directly. Then, things began to develop in a weird direction. "I... I once spent the night at the charity cemetery and saw the fox stealing tributes. After eating, it... it ran all the way to the mass grave. Wherever it passed, there were ghost lights following it." "That was the static electricity generated by the friction of the animal's fur that ignited the phosphine gas in the air." Li Zhuoguang rubbed his eyebrows and looked at the shivering little beggar below: "What do you mean by telling me this?" The little beggar immediately knelt in front of Li Zhuoguang and kowtowed continuously: "Red Flame Demon... Great Red Flame Immortal, spare my life, Great Red Flame Immortal, spare my life, I heard that Great Red Flame Immortal likes to listen to people's anecdotes about themselves. As long as the Great Red Flame is satisfied, you can live." "Uh... um... oh! Forget it, you go." The little beggar limped away as if he had been pardoned. "Stop!" Li Zhuoguang called him. The little beggar heard this and turned around and knelt down again, his legs trembling. Just now, Li Zhuoguang passed by on the road, and a group of little beggars were enjoying the cool under the shade of the trees on the side of the road. When they saw the crimson war horses that Li Zhuoguang and his party rode, they all showed fear on their faces and scattered like birds and beasts. Only a little beggar was left. When he saw Li Zhuoguang, he did not run away, but just stood there trembling. When Li Zhuoguang approached, he told him a ghost story.