From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 1221

The assassination was over. Three of the sixty Dharma protectors died, and eight ordinary monks died. For a team of thirty people, the sacrifice of eleven people was already exaggerated.

So the atmosphere of the whole team was not very good, especially the remaining seven Dharma protectors, who looked gloomy and looked like they were going to eat people.

Zhou Yuan was in a very dangerous situation because his disguise was very weak.

He didn't even know if all these monks knew each other. If they knew all of them, he might not be able to hold on for half an hour.

But according to the situation of saving people just now, these monks were not particularly familiar with each other, at least they paid special attention to him because he was a stranger.

On the contrary, the three monks he just saved were quite grateful to him. If it weren't for the depressing atmosphere, they might have become brothers.

At this moment, everyone walked honestly, carrying weighed backpacks, and gradually approached the Jinding Temple.

Closer, closer.

The Jinding Temple in the distance has come into view. It is really a golden roof, emitting a dazzling brilliance in the sun.

The temple gate was closed, and there were many stairs down, followed by tents scattered in an orderly manner, surrounding the entire Jinding Temple.

There were monks patrolling in a line, and there were also sounds of Zen chanting coming from everywhere.

Apart from that, it was really quiet here, like a place for worshiping Buddha.

Zhou Yuan didn't dare to look at it, but just followed the team to the side, took out the food in the backpack, and stored it in the tent.

This is a naan the size of a dustpan. One cake can be eaten for seven or eight days. There are at least four or five hundred of them here, which is enough for a while.

After putting the food away, Zhou Yuan and the other eleven ordinary monks went to the tent area to rest.

This is a dilemma. I don't know which tent I should go to.

He suddenly had an idea and immediately lowered his voice and said, "Brother, when we were in danger just now, I saw that your kung fu seemed to be insufficient. What should we do if this happens again?"

"How about I teach you a few moves so that you can defend yourself in the future?"

The man was also very happy when he heard it, and quickly put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, you are really polite, I am very grateful, take me to your tent quickly."

Ah? I want to go to your tent!

Zhou Yuan said solemnly: "You and I are brothers, and we have a destiny, so we have to pass on martial arts. It is better not to be seen by others, otherwise I will be too busy to teach you."

"Let's go to the tent of the senior brother!"

The middle-aged monk looked a little unnatural, and looked at Zhou Yuan, then said: "This may not be a good idea. There are also three senior brothers in my tent... They may not like you..."

After speaking, he gritted his teeth and said: "It's okay, junior brother, follow me!"

Zhou Yuan was really a little uneasy, and followed him all the way to the tent.

After entering, he saw several cushions squeezed together, and three middle-aged monks were meditating and thinking.

Seeing Zhou Yuan come in, the three monks frowned immediately.

One of them said in a deep voice: "Puyin, what did you bring him here for? Who is he?"

Puyin smiled awkwardly and said: "Brother Puhui, this is... is..."

Zhou Yuan said at the right time: "Puchi."

Puyin said quickly: "This is Junior Brother Puchi. When we went out to purchase today, our team was chased by thieves. It was all thanks to Junior Brother Puchi that I was saved."

"Junior Brother said that he would come and teach me a few moves to defeat demons in the future."

After these words came out, the faces of the three people looked better.

After a self-introduction, Zhou Yuan knew that the three people were Puxuan, Puxing, and Puzhen, all of the same generation.

Zhou Yuan began to talk about the moves he had learned from the Dharma King, which refreshed the monks and was quite useful.

Puxing couldn't help but exclaimed: "Although these moves don't have Buddha's virtue, they are very practical!"

Buddha's virtue?

This word almost burned Zhou Yuan's cerebellum. He even doubted whether the other party was a professional monk.

Fortunately, the relationship was stable and the risk of exposure was reduced.

Just when he felt relieved, Pu Zhen couldn't help but said: "Brother Pu Chi is not very old, why does he look so tender and tender."

Zhou Yuan was shocked and said quickly: "He became a monk early. Although he is only in his twenties, he has been a monk for more than ten years."

Pu Zhen's eyes lit up, and he looked at Zhou Yuan and said: "Brother Pu Chi is really tender..."

It's bad, something is wrong.

Zhou Yuan's forehead was sweating, and he laughed dryly: "Brother Pu Zhen, you are too kind."

Pu Zhen smiled and said: "Brother, let's worship Buddha together tonight."

Zhou Yuan's heart exploded directly.

He immediately changed the subject!

"Brothers, the Dharma Protectors are all very skilled. Do you know how such profound Buddhist teachings come from?"

This is one of the most concerned issues for this group of ordinary monks, so they didn't care about Zhou Yuan's tenderness.It was not a simple matter, so they looked at him with doubt.

Especially Puyin, who was surprised and asked, "Could it be that Junior Brother Puchi knows?"

Zhou Yuan lowered his voice and said, "There is a special Zen method that can improve people's internal strength."

Not only were they confused, but they were also very curious.

Zhou Yuan said, "You also know that some time ago, when the food delivery team came, they would occasionally leave a few strangers, who were different from us."

The four monks' eyes widened.

Puxing nodded immediately and said, "I have heard of this rumor. A few days ago, a senior brother was called over for questioning and was slapped in the face."

"But for this kind of thing, even if we know it, we can't master the Zen method well. How can we practice without Zen!"

Zhou Yuan lowered his voice and said, "I know... Senior Brother Hufa taught me."

At this moment, the four monks looked at Zhou Yuan as if they wanted to eat him.

But before Zhou Yuan had a chance to speak, someone outside shouted: "All the monks who participated in delivering meals today, go to the Great Protector's tent. The Great Protector will check your injuries."

Zhou Yuan was shocked and thought to himself that it was dangerous.

The Great Protector is said to have a good cultivation. What if he sees that Laozi has extraordinary internal strength?

I must find a reason to avoid him.

But now, no matter what the reason is, it seems that I can't avoid him!

While hesitating, Pu Yin's voice came: "Brother Pu Chi, let's go. The Great Protector is not a very patient person."

Zhou Yuan's scalp numbed, but he could only follow him out step by step.

As he gradually approached the red and white tent, his heartbeat also accelerated violently, and he forced himself to suppress his expression from changing.

People, one by one, went into the tent and then walked out.

Zhou Yuan was the last one in line, wiped the sweat off his face, and finally gritted his teeth and walked in.

So, he saw the old man sitting on the futon.

The old man also saw him.

The two looked at each other, Zhou Yuan lowered his head and whispered: "Disciple, I pay my respects to the Great Protector."

The Great Protector looked at him, squinted his eyes, and then smiled slowly.

His old voice murmured: "You are very good, really very good."