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Text Chapter 80 When the great monk met the great robber

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    As a bandit leader who has roamed the desert for more than 30 years and has his own small tribe, known as the King of Khans, Boerhu knows the most about precious property, and Huajinglu is undoubtedly one of the most valuable treasures, no matter what.  Whether they are giant chieftains on the grasslands or great nobles in the Central Plains, their demand for flower essences is almost endless, and the best flower essences are even more rare. They are all tribute-level and can be easily snatched away.  There are countless, but the best flower essence has only been seen twice, including this time!

    After riding down the mountain, Boerhu led his men back to the camp under the hill.  As soon as he entered the camp, he saw a bald man tied to the big flagpole in the center of the camp.

    This man's clothes were stripped off. If he were tied up like this, you wouldn't be able to tell that he was a monk without looking at the scar on his head. There are too many people with weird hairstyles on the grassland, and many have bald heads.  Even though he doesn¡¯t have a hairstyle, it doesn¡¯t prove that he is a monk.

    The flagpole was surrounded by women from the camp. These women were all family members of the robbers. Some were robbed, and some were simply robber wives, the kind of female robbers who participated in robberies with men.

    The women surrounded the bald man, pointing, laughing, and joking non-stop!

    The bald man is none other than the Master of Jinguang Temple.  He had told Wang Anran a few days ago that he was going to Dunhuang to hire the best painter to paint a picture of the revitalization of the Jinguang Temple, and to paint a portrait of Wang Anran alone. Wang Anran was very busy at the time, so he had no idea.  He took it seriously, but Zhishan took it seriously, and set off for Dunhuang within a few days.

    After the matter was settled, Zhishan returned to Liangzhou. He rarely left the monastery before and had little experience in going out. He was an honest man and never caused trouble. The journey to Dunhuang went smoothly and the work went smoothly. He thought he was a good person.  There are all good people in the world. I was walking on the road back this day and felt thirsty. I saw a small tribe in front of me, so I came in to ask for water. As a result, I accidentally ran into a robber's den. I didn't even get half a mouthful of water, but my things were robbed.  , even the monk's robe was stripped naked, and he was tied to the flagpole to drink the northwest wind and recite Amitabha!

    Having his clothes stripped off and being pointed at by a group of women, Zhishan felt very embarrassed. He could only comfort himself in his heart. His body was just a piece of stinky skin and would turn into a pile of clay sooner or later. It didn't matter if the clay was looked at by others.  So now it doesn't matter if he is looked at by others, Bodhisattva won't blame him!

    Bo Erhu led his men into the camp. A bandit behind him shouted: "Hey, you bald donkey, where did you come from and where are you going?"

    Zhishan recited Amitabha and said, "Good, good, good!" Then he looked at the robber shouting, and saw that this robber also had a bald head, with a shiny head, but he was not embarrassed at all when he called others bald donkeys!

    Zhishandao: "Senior brother, monks should not speak dirty words, or they will be punished by the Bodhisattva!"

    The shouting robber touched his bald head and said with a smile: "My bald head is natural and I haven't grown hair since I was a child. But yours is shaved from behind and is very different from mine. Don't call me senior brother when you see your bald head."  What relatives!¡±

    Zhishan said: "Monks have no relatives"

    Bo Erhu said: "You're so nagging, where are you from, a monk, and where did you get this bottle of flower essence?" He shook the small bottle in his hand.

    Although Zhishan is dedicated to the Buddha, he is not a fool. He strictly abides by the precepts and does not lie, but it does not mean that he must speak. He shook his head and said: "Amitabha, you are so good!" This trick was learned from Wang Anran. If  When you encounter a problem and don't want to lie, just say this, without affirming or denying.

    Bo Erhu's face darkened and he sneered: "You won't tell me, right? Come on, chop off his head!"

    This trick works very well. It is always the most effective to scare merchants. No merchant would give up his life rather than his wealth without wearing clothes. If the clothes are gone, there will naturally be no wealth.  If your life is lost, then it is a big mistake.

    Bo Erhu was wrong. Not everyone is afraid of death, not the supreme good. Although he felt that such a way to die was worthless and unsightly, he did not beg for mercy. Instead, he thought about the afterlife for himself.  Sutra, save yourself for yourself!

    The two robbers stepped forward, put Zhishan down, pushed him to the ground, raised their thick-backed scimitars, and looked at Boerhu.

    Bo Er suddenly frowned and said to Zhishan, "If you're scared, just tell the truth. Where did this bottle of flower essence come from?"

    Zhi Shan ignored him and continued to chant sutras.

    Bo Erhu said with a ferocious smile: "Since you want to hang out your head and wait for death, then I will help you!" He kills people like crazy, he doesn't care about killing a monk, he doesn't care about the flower essence, he just wants to kill the best person.  head.

    Before the robber could drop his knife, someone in a tent suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute, there is someone under the knife. Don't be angry, Khan. Come down and ask him!"

      With the sound of voices, a thin middle-aged man walked out of the tent. This middle-aged man had a mustache, was wearing a Central Plains costume, a square scarf on his head, and was shaking a goose feather fan in his hand.  Stepping in all directions, he arrived in front of the erect horse.

    Bo Erhu immediately waved his hand to order the robber with the knife to retreat. A smile appeared on his face. Although he looked ferocious and the big scar on his face was severely distorted, it was still a smile. He said: "We have Military Advisor Lao!"

    This middle-aged man with a mustache is not a barbarian, but a Central Plains man. His name is Fang Qi. He comes from a small landowner. His family owns more than a hundred acres of land. He is relatively wealthy and has adequate food and clothing. However, he cannot study well or do business.  It didn't work. It was quite possible to eat, drink and have fun, but in the end, it was all in vain and the family property was completely ruined.

    Fang Qi couldn't survive in his hometown, so he thought about doing business along the Silk Road. However, when doing business for the first time, he took the goods with him, and when he came back, he had only the clothes on his body and could only follow a man.  In the caravan, he ate and drank freely. Fortunately, he could tell some ancient stories to please the merchants, otherwise the merchants would not let him eat and drink for free.

    ????????????????????????????????????????? It may be that this caravan took in him, a bad guy, so he was the most unlucky, and he was robbed by Bo Erhu.

    All the merchants in the same caravan were killed. Only Fang Qi, with his sharp tongue, fully demonstrated his understanding of the emperor's art to Boerhu. He talked about unofficial history, presented facts and reason, and in short told Bohu.  Bo Erhu, if you want to become an eagle on the grassland, Khan, you can't kill him as a think tank. You have to treat him as a distinguished guest and ask him for advice on everything.

    Bo Erhu had never seen such a person before. He only felt that what Fang Qi said was very strange, and there were many such things. It seemed that every word had its origin, and he was a scholar with great knowledge that could be used by him.

    So, he kept Fang Qi, and when Fang Qi was annexing the Liangzhou thieves in Boerhu, he came up with a few ideas, which turned out to be surprisingly useful, and helped Boerhu successfully wipe out the gangs.  From then on, the gangster was regarded as a wizard by Boerhu, and was given the title of military advisor. Men and women in the tribe respected him very much.

    Fang Qi felt very good about himself, shook his goose feather fan, walked up to Zhishan, and said, "Where did you steal this flower essence?"

    Speaking of other things, the Supreme Good can be said to be good, neither affirming nor denying it. But he was wrongly accused of stealing, but he could not deny it no matter what. He said: "The poor monk did not steal, this flower essence was given by my senior brother!"

    Fang Qi proudly turned his head and looked at Boerhu. Boerhu smiled and nodded at him. The robbers around him also showed admiration. They were stripping off their clothes and trying to chop off their heads. None of this was done by the great monk.  He asked about something, but the military advisor only asked for a senior brother with just one sentence. The military advisor is really amazing!

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