Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2061 Humiliation
From the sound of footsteps, there were three people in total, one of them was leaning on a walking stick and supported by someone around him.

All the disciples present lowered their heads very low, not daring to vent their breath.

Just because in the Chanyuan, besides the owner of the Chanyuan, the highest status is the Eighteenth Elder.

The masters of the Chanyuan usually do not travel outside, and rarely take care of the affairs of the Zenyuan. It is not an exaggeration to say that these eighteen elders are the actual power holders of the Zenyuan.

In the Buddhist monastery, these eighteen elders are also called eighteen arhats.However, they are not so much the eighteen arhats, but the eighteen Yamas.

The elder who was in charge of the punishment hall was privately called Lord Hades by the young disciples.

For ordinary disciples with no background, these elders are the ones who are really in charge of their life and death.As long as something goes wrong, the elder's killing a disciple is as easy as crushing an ant.

So it's no wonder that ordinary young disciples tremble when they see the elders passing by.

For the disciples at the bottom, the Eighteenth Elders are the ones standing above the clouds, and they are invaluable.

Even if he leaves the monastery, the status of the elder of the monastery is enough to walk sideways in the Xirong practice world, and it is an existence that people can't reach.

Chu Yan turned his head down, pressed his forehead to the ground, and stared at the sand with his eyes wide open.

Three pairs of boots trimmed with gold thread appeared in his vision.

One of the boots had a walking stick next to it.

Relying on the walking stick, Chu Yan recognized that one of the three elders was the oldest elder among the eighteen elders.

The Eighteen Elders of the Chanyuan are also ranked, but unlike other places where they are ranked according to strength, the eighteen elders are ranked according to age.The oldest one, Dachang, is nearly eighty years old. In his early years, due to the failure of the third stage of breaking the realm, his body is already very old, and he needs crutches to travel.

This elder is the only elder in the Buddhist monastery with a walking stick, so he is easy to recognize.But as for who the other two elders were, Chu Yan really couldn't recognize them just by looking at their feet.

However, the next moment, he knew the identity of one of them.

The disciples gathered around the Colosseum huddled together on the side of the road, and gave way to the three elders with a wide avenue, which was wide enough even if the three of them walked sideways.

However, just as the three pairs of boots passed by Chu Yan, one of the boots swung aside and stepped on the palm of his lying on the ground.

"Chu..."

A young disciple kneeling beside him was startled, and was about to exclaim, but looked up along that foot, and the disciple quickly lowered his head.

"Elder Lan!"

Orchid.

Hearing this surname, Chu Yan's eyes flashed.

The foot in the thick-soled boot stepped on his palm and pressed down slowly.

There was severe pain on the back of his hand, and Chu Yan lay on the ground, clenching his teeth tightly and saying nothing.

There was the sound of broken boots under the boots.

The person who stepped on his palm didn't notice it, and sneered, "Where does the dog come from, it won't roll if it blocks people's way."

The other disciples around saw this scene, knelt on the ground and exchanged glances, but no one said a word.

After all, this is also a personal grudge.

"Cough," finally the old man on crutches coughed, "Elder Lan, just kick the dog out of the way, Master Zen is still waiting for us to pass."

"Humph."

The person who was stepping on Chu Yan's palm raised his foot with a cold snort, helped the great elder beside him, and the three of them just walked away.

After the three elders walked away, the other disciples got up from the ground one after another.

Chu Yan knelt on the ground and remained motionless.

The other disciples glanced at him and avoided him as if avoiding the plague god.

Discussions from disciples gradually sounded in the air.

"Looking at the appearance of the great elder, it is estimated that the end is approaching."

"After all, I failed to forcefully break through the heavenly ranks before. If the Zen master hadn't rescued him at that time, he would have died a long time ago. After all these years, he has reached the limit. The Zen master asked him to go over this time to arrange What's next?"

"If the first elder is gone, should the second elder move forward?"

"There is going to be a vacant seat among the eighteen elders, and I don't know who it will fall to."

"It is estimated that they will be selected from the disciples of the great elder? At least they are also practitioners of the fourth rank. Anyway, it has nothing to do with us."

Chu Yan knelt on the ground, listening to the whispers of people around him, and looked down at his bloody palm.

He slowly got up from the ground, tore off a piece of cloth from his body and wrapped it around his palm.

At this moment, a disciple finally glanced at him, and boldly spoke to him from behind.

"Chu Yan, are you okay? The elder of your mother clan is really scary, but isn't he a relative of yours? How did you offend him? Hey, where are you going?"

Chu Yan left the Colosseum without saying a word, leaving everyone's curious eyes behind him.

Chunyu's, Huyan's, Xubu's, and Lan's.

These are the four nobles of Xirong.

The elder who stepped on his palm before was surnamed Lan, and he was from the Lan family, one of the four great nobles.

This person has a closer relationship with him.

This Elder Lan is his grandfather's younger brother, in other words, this person is actually his great-uncle.

However, this person is probably the person in the monastery who most hopes that he will die unexpectedly.

Chu Yan walked around the avenue of the Colosseum and slowly walked to a corner deep in the underground palace.

He stood still in the corner, silently looking at the dirt wall in front of him, and stretched out his hand to caress the wall.

Blood oozed from the cloth, leaving a bloody handprint on the wall.

He is really worthless.

Chu Yan glanced at the blood stains left on the wall, and couldn't help but sighed.

When he left the Colosseum, he was full of confusion and walked aimlessly, but before he realized it, he had already reached this place.

This place he hasn't been to for about half a month.

Chu Yan originally thought that time could help him forget, but he almost forgot.However, standing in front of this wall, he realized that the past half month was just his self-deception.

He didn't forget her at all, he just forcibly suppressed his desire in his heart.

Even when he was humiliated into a dog by Elder Lan, there was only one thought in his mind.

The road that the Great Elder and the others took led to the Buddhist hall. According to the Great Elder, the master of the Chanyuan asked these three people to go there, which means that the Zen master must be in the Buddhist hall now.

Since he is in the Buddhist hall, it means that the person is not in the underground dark room at this time.

Chu Yan put his head against the wall in front of him, feeling that he was hopeless.

He originally thought that he could forget that existence, but as soon as he realized that the master of the monastery might not be underground, his mind suddenly became alive.

But even so, no one knows when the master of the monastery will come back.

If Zen Master finds him sneaking downstairs again, this time, he will definitely be silenced.

"Chu Yan, you are really..."

act recklessly.

The sound of moving bricks covered Chu Yan's voice talking to himself.

His palm moved a few times on the wall, and the dark hole appeared in front of him again.

(End of this chapter)