Who is still a serious fox monster these days

Chapter 253 Ji Dian is nosy

The western border is north.

Jidian waved his cattail leaf fan lightly, overturning the Fudo Ming King Aluo Formation in front of him.

The monks formed in formation were like gourds rolling on the ground, rolling and being pushed up to the magnificent temple wall, clinging to them and unable to get down.

"Hey, you, you, you...all of you have evil thoughts in your heart. What you are cultivating is not a Buddha, but a devil."

Jidian, who smelled sour, waved the cattail leaf fan repeatedly at the tip of his nose, as if to blow away the stench.

The newly appointed abbot posted on the wall and said angrily:

"Jidian! Although you are a protector, our Mingwang Temple supports these mortals and has never oppressed them, let alone harmed their lives. What is wrong with you? What reason and identity do you have to take care of my temple?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how dare you say that you haven't harmed their names? Monk, my ears are full of the cries and complaints of these innocent souls, and it makes me very annoyed."

Jidian waved his other hand beside his ear, and then said with a smile:

"Monk, I just like to meddle in other people's business. So, if you say that you support these common people and do not oppress these people, then it is useless for you to cultivate your body. Monk, I will seal it for you."

"If you can continue to support these mortals for three years, I will release your seal, monk."

As he spoke, Jidian waved his fan.

A smelly wind blew by, and the monk's cultivation that was clinging to the temple wall seemed to be blown away, and he fell into a mortal state in the blink of an eye.

"How dare you! I, the angry Arhat of King Ming's lineage, will never let you go!"

The face of the abbot, who was wearing a bright red cassock, changed drastically, he glared at Jidian and scolded him harshly.

However, Jidian ignored them and waved his cattail leaf fan lightly, causing the monks to fall off the wall immediately.

Without any cultivation, these monks were immediately knocked unconscious and their faces were covered with mud marks.

"Hey, look at it this way, you are not much different from the ordinary people across from you."

Ji Dian pulled up a chair with a smile, sat on the chair and basked in the sun and said:

"Anyway, you have to make offerings to the common people, and by the way, make offerings to me, the monk. I also want to open my mouth after eating, haha."

"You! You are such a scoundrel!"

The abbot whose cultivation had been sealed climbed up and covered his dantian with an ugly expression.

However, no matter how he used his spiritual power, the Nascent Soul in his Dantian was like a dead thing.

Not only did she not respond to him, but because he forced it, it caused throbbing pain in the meridians in her body.

"Yo yo yo, don't force the pass. If the Dantian is damaged, the Nascent Soul will not be protected."

Jidian waved a cattail leaf fan in warning and waved his hand:

"The monk happens to be hungry. Let's get him some vegetarian food to try."

Although he was stronger than others, the abbot dared not speak out in anger. He looked sideways at the disciple who used to be in charge of the kitchen and said:

"Go and make a vegetarian meal for Master Jidian."

Jidian didn't care if he ordered others to go, but leaned back on the chair and basked in the sun with a smile.

The disciple accepted the order and left, but he was complaining in his heart.

In the past, I had a lot of cultivation skills, but I couldn't chop wood or carry water.

But today, his cultivation level has been sealed, and he has no spiritual power at all in his body.

Just chopping wood to make a fire made him sweat profusely.

The subsequent washing of vegetables and rice also made him feel that it was countless times more tedious than before, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart.

Why are you asking me to do this kind of work when you have no cultivation?

Why doesn’t the abbot do it himself?

The more he thought about it, the angrier and angrier he became, and finally he finished cooking a fasting meal in dissatisfaction.

When the meal was delivered to the hospital, he held it directly in front of Jidian without looking at the abbot.

The abbot frowned when he saw that he looked wrong and didn't bother him.

But since Jidian was in front, it was hard for him to have an attack, so he could only watch Jidian eat patiently.

Jidian was not polite and quickly finished his meal. After wiping the corners of his mouth, he stood up and stretched, then turned and walked towards the wing:

"Ah, eat and drink enough, and then sleep. The six sense organs will be pure. The six sense organs will be pure."

Seeing that Jidian seemed to be staying here for a long time, the abbot looked ugly, but he did not dare to stop him.

Watching Jidian enter the wing, he sighed secretly, then covered his abdomen and looked at the disciple who was cooking:

"Gangmu, also send a vegetarian meal to my room."

However, Na Gangmu glanced at him and snorted coldly:

"You have to do it yourself. I only did my own and Jidian's."

With that said, he turned around and ran to the kitchen, obviously going to eat his share of vegetarian food.

Hearing Gangmu blatantly disobeying his orders and teasing him, the abbot's face turned red with anger. He raised his hand and slapped Gangmu's back in anger: "How presumptuous!"

However, Gangmu ran further and further away, and the palm he slapped twitched.

The subconscious movement of spiritual power caused the meridians in his body to throb again.

"What a sin, what a sin!"

He grabbed his throbbing right arm with his left hand, turned back to look at the other monks and said:

"You guys, go and take Gangmu to the Responsible Hall and let him know what the rules are!"

The monks looked at each other with some hesitation on their faces.

After all, now that everyone has lost their cultivation, it doesn't seem to have much impact whether they listen to the abbot's words or not.

The abbot saw what these people were thinking and immediately snorted:

"How long do you really think Jidian can stay here? He is so audacious, and the Angry Arhat will definitely come here to subdue him soon! When I resume my cultivation, I will let Gangmu know the consequences of disrespecting the elders and the younger!"

After hearing this, these monks opened their legs and walked towards the dining hall one after another.

By the time they arrived at the fasting hall, Gangmu had almost finished his fasting meal and started fighting with the monks who came to arrest him.

This fight was like a random fight between thugs in the market, smashing whatever they got.

With a large number of people, Gang Mu was quickly knocked to the ground and carried to the responsible hall.

In the responsible hall, the abbot looked at Gangmu who was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, and sneered:

"Gangmu, although we are now granted a cult status, we still have to abide by the rules in the temple. Otherwise, wouldn't it be ridiculous for us to cultivate our minds?"

After saying that, he looked at the monks on his left and right:

"Gangmu disobeyed the abbot's decree and shall be punished with six sticks. Let's begin."

The monks on the left and right also had no cultivation. They were holding heavy solid wood, and it was quite difficult for them to swing their sticks three times.

Without the blessing of spiritual power and cultivation, these six sticks were not very effective, but against Gangmu, who also had no cultivation, they almost beat him to death.

At this moment, his internal organs seemed to be broken, and several bones in his back seemed to be broken.

He glared at the abbot on the main seat with hatred in his eyes, gritted his teeth and wanted to say something, but in the end he passed out.

"Hmph, throw it back into the wing."

Although the abbot was angry at Gangmu's eyes, after all, people's hearts were unstable now, so he couldn't kill him directly.

Otherwise, once these monks get into trouble, he will not be able to control it without cultivation.

The Gangmu incident was settled, but the atmosphere in the temple became increasingly weird since then. The disciples who were originally responsible for the kitchen duty complained because in addition to making meals for the monks in the temple, they also had to make meals for the mortals in the dilapidated house opposite.

Without cultivation, chopping firewood and harvesting rice, which were easy in the past, became extremely difficult.

Every day they were so tired that after finishing their fast meal, they went back to the wing to rest, not even bothering to do their daily homework of reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The abbot also saw all this and acquiesced that the monks in the kitchen did not have to do their homework.

After ten days of this, the monks in the kitchen gradually got used to it, and their bodies became noticeably stronger.

On this day, the abbot used chopsticks to pick at a few mouthfuls of vegetarian rice in the bowl, and said with an ugly face:

“Who can eat this little fast food?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the other monks nodded in response:

"That's right, how about this fast food for the cat?"

"Brothers in the kitchen, what are you doing? You spend so much time every day just cooking this little meal."

"Bah!"

A loud noise startled everyone.

But I saw a strong monk slapping the table and standing up, glaring at these monks who made a sound and said:

"If you don't like it, I will go farm by myself. The rice in the temple will be gone. I will open my mouth all day long to eat, and then fart after eating!"

Hearing the monk's words, the abbot narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not speak immediately.

To his left and right, the two elders he had won over over the past ten days were blowing their beards and staring:

"You bastard, the kitchen disciples are responsible for fasting, and the kitchen is also responsible for farming. If you ask me to farm the land, what do you do?"

"That's right. The elders and abbots like you didn't ask you to do your daily homework because you were busy with fasting meals. Why are you so ungrateful?"

Another disciple in the kitchen stood up and shouted angrily at the elder:

"Thank you? You eat the fast food we cook every day, why don't you thank us?"

"presumptuous!"

The elder slapped the table repeatedly and was about to call the other disciples to come forward and drag the arrogant kitchen disciple to the responsible hall. However, the sturdy monk who had slapped the table had already picked up the pottery bowl and slammed it into his face. superior.

Without spiritual power to protect himself, this elder who was in the Golden Core stage was immediately beaten to a bloody head and fell to the ground.

"From today onwards, if any of you want to eat, you can cook it yourself!"

After saying this, the burly monk stood up and left.

The other disciples in the kitchen also sneered and followed him after eating the fast food in their bowls.

The remaining disciples looked at each other in confusion and looked at the abbot cautiously.

However, although the abbot looked ugly, he did not say anything today.

In the yard, Jidian, who had found a deck chair from somewhere, was lying on the deck chair, waving his folding fan cheerfully, as if he knew nothing about the things in the temple.

Not long after the sturdy monk led the monks from the kitchen back to the side room, they all followed Gangmu out again.

Most of the injuries on Gangmu's body have recovered, and he said as he walked:

"It's good for us to vent our anger today, but they can't find anyone to cook the fast food, and they will eventually exploit us."

"Then what are we going to do?" the sturdy monk asked.

Gangmu glanced at the many monks who were coming out of the dining hall one after another, and said calmly:

"When I was almost beaten to death that day, I figured out something."

"Without cultivation, we are just ordinary people. Even though we fasted and chanted Buddha's name all day long, we had no Buddhist intention in our hearts. We were just struggling to become stronger and no longer bullied by others."

"What does it mean for the four elements to be empty, and what does it mean for the six roots to be pure? I want to ask you now."

As he said that, he led the monks from one of the kitchens to Jidian, clasped his hands and said:

"Master Jidian, the young monk is at a loss now. He doesn't know what is the true Buddha's mind, how can the four elements be empty, and how can the six roots be pure."

Jidian waved his cattail leaf fan and said with a smile:

"From today onwards, you no longer need to cook for the monks in the temple. You only need to cook for yourself and those outside. If anyone is unwilling to persist, then come to me, the monk. The monk will unlock the seal in your body, but you From now on, we need to return to the secular world.”

Hearing this, many monks in the kitchen looked at each other in confusion.

Gangmu's expression was calm and he said quietly:

"Master, there is not enough raw rice in the temple now. I am afraid that it will no longer be able to support so many ordinary people outside."

"Yes, what should we do?" Ji Dian asked with a smile.

After hearing this, Gangmu frowned and pondered for a moment, and finally said with a vague understanding:

"The young monk no longer wants to cook vegetarian meals for the senior brothers in the temple, and naturally he also doesn't want to cook for the ordinary people outside. Therefore, all the young monk has to do is to repeat what he said before."

"Any ordinary person who wants to survive must grow rice and cook his own food."

The more he spoke, the smoother he spoke, and he looked at Jidian expectantly, wanting to see if his thoughts were in line with Jidian's meaning.

But Jidian waved his cattail leaf fan and said, "Now that you have an idea, go ahead."

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In the sky above Mingwang Temple, two angry-looking figures stood out of thin air.

"Junior Brother Nu'a, what do you think of Jidian's behavior?"

"Humph."

The angry Arhat snorted and watched as Gangmu led the monks in the kitchen out of the temple, lobbying ordinary people in the dilapidated building to grow rice and cook it themselves. After a long while, he said:

"It's just the pain of others and the pain of oneself. Except for the monks in this group, no other monks have such an urgent need to change."

"Junior Brother Nu, you are looking too lightly." He also said with an angry face, but the incarnation of Dingguang Arhat:

"The disciples of the Miscellaneous Service School will come back within three days, but they will definitely not be as thorough as those like Gang Mu."

"Trouble, as far as I'm concerned, I can just kill these people with one slap."

"Hey, Junior Brother Nu, please don't act rashly with murderous thoughts. Like Jidian, you will cripple their cultivation, and then beat them hard until they know the pain, and they will naturally change."

As the angry incarnation of Dingguang Arhat said, he couldn't help but clenched his fists with both hands, as if he couldn't resist the urge to hit someone.

The angry Arhat glanced at him and left behind words as he disappeared:

"Senior Brother Dingguang, you, the incarnation of wrath, can be considered a member of the Angry-Eye Vajra lineage, so you will keep an eye on this matter."

"Hiss, you just want to leave, you are really looking for a fight."

The wrathful incarnation took a deep breath, disappeared, caught up with the wrathful Arhat and punched him.

The angry Arhat seemed to have known for a long time that this angry incarnation would behave like this, so he blocked it and moved away again.

The wrathful incarnation of Dingguang Arhat no longer pursued, but returned to the sky above Mingwang Temple and said:

"Humph, although Ji Dian's method is good, it is still too slow."

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On the recliner, Jidian shook his fan gently and murmured to himself:

"No wonder that layman looks down on my Buddhist sect so much. There are so many weird things in this Western Land."

"But after the matter at Mingwang Temple is resolved, it's time to look for traces of the layman."

(End of this chapter)