Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 218 The False Monk

After picking up the last bit of rice, Yi Shuyuan put down the bowl and chopsticks.

When Shi Sheng picked up the bowl and chopsticks to clean up, he wiped the bottom of the bowl with his hand, and a puff of water vapor filled the air, washing away the few food residues in the bowl and on the chopsticks.

Seeing that Master didn't blame him, Shi Sheng quickly put the bowls and chopsticks into the back box.

Yi Shuyuan picked up "The Miaojue of Alchemy", put it in his sleeve, and then got up and walked towards the courtyard of the inn.

"Master, where are you going?"

"Let's go to the temple."

"I am coming too!"

Shi Sheng shouted, and quickly trotted to follow.

Although Yi Shuyuan had never heard of Xiangshan Temple before, it was obvious that it must have a high status in Suzhou, a place in the northwest, just by looking at the size of the temple.

The guest house area where Yi Shuyuan lives is only a part of the guest house, and there are two other guest houses.

When I came, it seemed that there were not many pilgrims, not even many monks, but there were quite a few people staying in the guest house, but it should be just in time for dinner.

This time, Yi Shuyuan took Shi Sheng to walk in the temple, and saw many pilgrims and monks passing by one after another, and he knew where the dining hall was from the direction of people.

"Master, look over there!"

Shi Sheng pointed to a person in the distance, to be precise, it was a monk walking from the dining hall.

This monk is different from other monks in Xiangshan Temple. He is wearing a monk's robe that is so old that it is even a bit torn, with some patches on it.

A string of Buddhist beads the size of a large walnut hangs on his body, each of which is black with some luster, and hardly shakes when walking.

You can see obvious leggings on the calves that cannot be covered by the hem of the monk's robe.

The monk seemed to be chanting something, not sure if he was chanting the scriptures, and he just kept going forward without distracting his eyes.

When the monk walked by, one, two or a few people also passed by in the same direction. These people were either wearing animal skins or fancy clothes, and they all looked at the monk consciously or unconsciously.

It seems to be similar to the curiosity of other pilgrims, but in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, these people's spirits are quite different from ordinary people, and the evil spirit is particularly conspicuous in the Buddhist land.

This situation made Yi Shuyuan stop for a moment, and the monk passed by him, and he heard the voice in his mouth clearly.

It's not a esoteric scripture, it's just a few words repeated over and over again.

"My Buddha is merciful, my Buddha is merciful, my Buddha is merciful."

Yi Shuyuan looked back at the monk's back, and there was obviously a place for accommodation in that direction.

Another monk passed by, so Yi Shuyuan stepped forward to ask.

"Master, may I ask if the master who just passed by was ordained in this temple?"

The monk looked at Yi Shuyuan, and then at the direction he was pointing.

"Oh, that's definitely not the case. You can tell by looking at the clothes. It must be a wandering monk. This is also a common occurrence. Some of them are temporarily staying in this temple for a few days, and some even want to hang on. I don't know what kind of person this one is."

The monk clasped his hands together and saluted, and then left. Now that there are so many people in Xiangshan Temple, not every monk knows exactly who the guests are.

"Sir, those people in the dining hall I mentioned just now are them."

Hui Mian's voice rang in his ears, Yi Shuyuan glanced around and knew who it was referring to.

"Master, are they going after that monk?"

"Eight and nine are not far from ten."

Stepping steadily and sucking the ground, wearing iron Buddha beads on his body, there is a vicious aura clearly, but there is really a trace of Buddha aura.
Yi Shuyuan pulled Shi Sheng to one side, and before he knew it, he melted into the wind and blew forward.

The monk obviously realized something already, he just kept moving forward by chanting compassion, obviously he didn't really go to the guest house or the monk's house, but kept walking towards the back of the mountain.

Arriving here, many of them are Buddhist temple buildings that are being expanded but not yet completed. Not to mention the overnight pilgrims, even the monks in the temple have not come here, and the group of people following the monk has become very obvious.

Arriving at the courtyard wall at the back of Xiangshan Temple, the monk stopped for a while, then jumped lightly, put his hands on the top of the wall and turned over.

"Don't let him run away!" "Follow!"

A group of people didn't pretend anymore, they all rushed to the courtyard wall and jumped up, all of them jumped out of the courtyard wall and chased after them.

A gust of wind lingered in the backyard, then blew out of the temple and towards Xiangshan.

But at this moment in the Xiangshan Mountain, the monk was rushing in front of him, and the group of people in the rear were even more swift and relentless in pursuit.

"Woo hoo hoo hoo"

The mountain wind whistled in the monk's ears, and he was still chanting non-stop.

"My Buddha is merciful, my Buddha is merciful"

It was the time when the sun was setting, but when entering the mountains, it seemed that the sky was speeding up and getting dark.

Two waves of people stepped on the snow and left countless footprints, and someone shouted loudly from behind.

"Ding Feixiong, you can't escape—" "Stop him—"

Someone even flew out a hidden weapon at this moment, but was easily dodged by the monk in front.

After chasing for about half a quarter of an hour, the surrounding snow was getting thicker and thicker. The monk ran into a mountain depression and stopped suddenly.

There were more than a dozen people chasing after him, but at this moment they scattered around one after another, and some even went around to block the monk's way.

"My Buddha is merciful, the poor monks have already fled to Dayong, why do you bother to force each other?"

The monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's voice, but the leader of the pursuers laughed.

"Yeah, who would have thought that you, Ding Feixiong, would become what you are today. You wouldn't think that being a fake monk would really cut you off from the world, would you?"

Someone nearby said in a softer voice.

"Hero Ding, since you have decided not to care about world affairs, then hand over Gui Yuan Gong and Gui Yuan Dan. Whether you like to be a monk or live in seclusion in the countryside is up to you!"

"That's right, as long as you follow suit, we will let you go, and we will never disturb you in the future!"

The monk put his palms together and passed the prayer beads on his chest.

"Ding Feixiong is a thing of the past. I can give you the Gui Yuan Gong, but the Gui Yuan Pill is long gone. I hope all the benefactors can let me go!"

"Where did Guiyuan Pill go?" "How to practice Guiyuan Gong without Guiyuan Pill?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hand over Guiyuan Gong first!" "Do you believe what he says?"

The monk slowly raised his head and looked around.

"My Buddha is merciful, the poor monk does not want to break the precept of killing."

"Most of his skills have been crippled, so I didn't catch him first!" "Go—"

Most of the people around rushed over at this moment, a few jumped up, and a few sprinted on the snow.

The veins on the monk's body bulged, and his clasped hands suddenly spread outward, pulling the Buddhist beads on his chest to the limit.

The next moment, the beads collapsed, and the iron Buddha beads shot around like cannonballs.

"唰" "唰" "唰" "唰".
"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom".
The rushing warriors didn't even have time to react, they were pierced by the iron Buddha beads one after another, some even had their foreheads exploded directly, red and white things crumbled to the ground, and the nearby snow was stained red with blood.
"Ho ho, ah—" "Run—"

The few people who didn't come forward screamed and used their body skills to escape.

"Ding Feixiong, your martial arts are not useless at all"

"My Buddha is merciful and saves you to hell."

At the moment when the leader was terrified, the monk had already stepped on the snow behind him and struck out with a palm. The latter had no time to parry and was hit in the back of the heart, and his whole body was thrown into the snow without moving.

"My Buddha is merciful, don't do any more evil"

The monk had already arrived at the side of another person, who drew out a soft sword and swung it wildly, what was greeted by a flying Buddhist bead.

"When~"

The soft sword twisted just after blocking it, and the Buddhist beads pierced his heart with a "bang~".
The monk's Buddhist voice has now become a life-threatening talisman, and the few remaining fleeing people are terrified every time they hear this voice, and after only a moment, no one else can stand still.

"My Buddha is merciful."

The monk clasped his palms together and chanted a Buddhist voice in a low voice, walked towards the corpses step by step, and found out the iron Buddha beads that had been beaten nearby or embedded in the corpses one by one, and quickly filled his hands.

"You don't believe the words spoken by the poor monk, but you believe some hearsay words"

"May you be freed from hell as soon as possible, my Buddha is merciful!"

Greed can deceive people's hearts and make people lose their minds, and the greed of others can also lead innocent people to hell.

With this thought in mind, the monk looked at the blood Buddha beads held in his hands, and stood there for a long time without moving, but his mouth kept moving. It was still not a long string of Buddhist scriptures, but the words "My Buddha is merciful".

After a while, the monk washed the beads with snow, put them in a monk's bag and left.

In a gust of breeze, Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng showed their figures. Shi Sheng opened one eye and closed the other. Although he was afraid to look at the corpse, he did not avoid it.

"Sir, you don't think he's right, do you? He's not even a real monk."

"Of course not, it's just that this kind of martial arts is obviously beyond the reach of ordinary people, but he seems to want to be a real monk."

Yi Shuyuan looked at the corpses all over the floor. If he died in such a place, he would probably become a lonely ghost.

The breeze picked up again, and Yi Shuyuan took Shi Shenghua into the wind and left. Although the mountain seemed quiet, there were already some animals hiding in the dark and smelling the smell of blood in the gradually falling night, but they dared not approach them for the time being.

The monk returned to the Xiangshan Temple, and returned to the arranged monk's house as if nothing had happened.

The place where monks live is still distinguished from ordinary pilgrims, and this monk lives next to some monks in Xiangshan Temple.

But at about the same time, outside the abbot's meditation room, a long-bearded monk appeared here.

The abbot in the meditation room seemed to have noticed something, turned his head to look outside, suddenly showed surprise, and quickly got up and bowed to perform the Buddha ceremony.

"Master Zhao Li!"

The monk outside the meditation room was the one who had gone to Yi Shuyuan before.

"That wandering monk is a murderer. We can't keep him. After he is driven out of the monastery, send someone to report to the officials!"

"Disciple knows!"

The abbot saluted again, and when he looked up, he could no longer see the monks outside the door.
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It was a small, separate room, with an oil lamp burning in it.

The monk used a twisted hemp rope to re-string the iron Buddhist beads, and the sound of footsteps came from outside the door, making him pause.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

After a monk knocked on the door, he gently pushed open the half-covered door.

"Senior brother, the abbot said that you have lived in the temple for many days, and it is time to leave."

"Is Master Abbot unwilling to take me in?"

"Master Abbot just said that he will ask senior brother to leave tomorrow!"

After finishing speaking, the monk saluted and then turned and left. Only the monk in the room sighed.

(End of this chapter)