Chapter 231 Entering Guang'an Temple at Night

Chapter 231 Entering Guang'an Temple at Night

Chapter 231 Entering Guang'an Temple at Night

Lingxin is a Buddhist disciple of Vajra Zen Temple.

Although these two monks were older than him, they were of the same generation.

But because the status of a Buddhist disciple is higher than that of others, he is naturally his person.

We are both from Vajra Temple, and they followed me out... How could I be slapped in the face by someone from Liehuo Hall in the territory of Liehuo Hall?

After this slap in the face today, as a Buddhist, do I still have any dignity left?
Ling Xin couldn't tolerate such a thing happening, so when the two Liehuotang disciples, with ferocious looks on their faces, were about to slap him.

He stood up and said:

"stop!!"

He had to stop all this. At this point, the cause was no longer important, but the result could not be wrong, otherwise, there would be big problems.

But he couldn't stop...

Because the next moment after he shouted those two words, he heard a voice:
"sit down!"

His voice was not loud, but it was far more powerful than the word 'stop'.

Ling Xin said stop, but she needed to make another move before the other party could stop.

But when the person in front of him asked him to sit down, he felt his head buzzing. The martial arts he had practiced for many years could not protect him at all, and he sat down inexplicably.

He finally understood why his two fellow disciples were so obedient... they would kneel down when told to do so.

It turns out that this matter...is beyond my control.

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Big Eared Melon Seed arrived as expected, and the disciples of the Fiery Hall did not get away with it at all.

The main reason was that Lingxin and the others spoke too harshly, saying that Beitang Lie was dead and Liehuotang was in name only.

Now saying such things in front of the person who truly holds power in Liehuo Hall is devaluing Liehuo Hall to the point that it is worthless.

As a disciple of the Fiery Flame Hall, how could I tolerate this?
People in the Liehuo Hall should have 'hearts like raging fire, and chivalry as gold', which means that disciples in the hall should have a heart like raging fire, dare to take risks, dare to do things, dare to be responsible, and dare to take responsibility.

But you also have to use the fire in your heart to burn yourself, refine it into gold, and give birth to the most brilliant chivalrous way.

But the prerequisite is that you have to have this fire in your heart.

If this fire is extinguished, what's the point of refining gold?

What the hell is this chivalry?

Therefore, the disciples of the Fiery Hall often give people the impression that they have a bad temper and are very irritable.

Lingxin had heard of this saying before, but didn't take it seriously.

But today I finally got to see it.

Those big earlobes are like free.

But in just a few moments, the two fellow disciples were beaten into pig heads.

I wanted to stand up and stop this, but the word "sit down" just now was far from being as simple as asking me to sit down.

His blood was churning inside his body, and he was upside down, top-heavy. He tried to stand up, but his legs were trembling and he could hardly get up.

Can't stop it...can't even get up.

Who is this young man?

A hint of fear arose in Lingxin's heart. This was not right for a Buddhist.

Everyone says that a Buddhist should have a heart of glass, crystal clear and flawless.

But at this moment, Lingxin felt fear in her heart.

Big Ears was still fighting, and the disciples of the Fiery Hall seemed to be planning to beat the two monks from the Vajra Sect to death in this teahouse.

Ling Xin suppressed her fear and said through gritted teeth:
"The Fiery Hall... do you think you want to start a war with me... the Diamond Sect?"

Wu Chan sighed, feeling that these years were really getting crazier and crazier.

The King Kong Sect was not like this back then...

How come Buddha is popular now?

Aren't you little monks the ones who came to provoke us out of no reason and spoke rudely first?
How come in the end, it became the Fiery Hall that wanted to go to war with the King Kong Sect?
How come these two generations of Buddhists look so ugly?
He wanted to say something, but with Chu Qing in front of him, he couldn't utter a word.

Chu Qing spoke up:

"Start a war? Are you serious about what you said, Buddha?"

His eyes raised and fell on Lingxin.

The fear that had been suppressed before once again surged in my heart.

A bloody shadow loomed above his head, and the whole person fell into extreme panic.

He pointed at Chu Qing:

"You...you, who are you?"

Ordinary people would not allow themselves to have such feelings. The person in front of them was too dangerous.

Chu Qing shook his head:
"You are not qualified to know my identity."

He glanced at the two monks who had been beaten so badly that it was hard to tell where their eyes and cheeks connected, and said softly:
"Okay."

The two disciples of Liehuo Hall were still not satisfied, so they slapped him twice more and then retreated.

They have been in the Liehuotang for so long, but this is the first time they have enjoyed beating someone so much.

But when she turned around and looked at Chu Qing again, she felt a little worried. Would she go too far and make the young master unhappy?
Fortunately, the expression on the young master's face was calm... maybe he was quite satisfied?

Chu Qing waved his hand:
"Why don't you get out yet?"

The two monks were stunned and couldn't hear what Chu Qing said. When they opened their mouths to say something, sticky blood flowed down the corners of their mouths.

The reason why it is sticky is because it is mixed with saliva.

After being slapped so many times, there were too many wounds in his mouth, and after mixing with the saliva, it became sticky and disgusting.

But although they couldn't hear clearly what Chu Qing said, they could see his gestures.

So without thinking, both of them struggled to get up.

The effect of Chu Qing's [Vajra Zen Lion's Roar] gradually faded, and the two men barely stood up and were about to walk out.

After taking two steps, I remembered that the Buddha's disciple was still there.

When they looked back, they found that their Buddhist disciples were also looking at them, their eyes filled with shock, "You're just leaving like this, without caring about me?"

The two of them hurried over to help Lingxin up and walked together.

Ling Xin thought that as a disciple of the Vajra Sect and also a contemporary Buddhist, even if he left, he couldn't leave in such an ugly way.

He wanted to say something to Chu Qing...

But before he could speak, Chu Qing said, "Get lost."

With a loud bang, three figures flew out of the teahouse.

No one knows how Chu Qing made his move, and why he can make his words come true?
They were told to kneel down, they knelt down; they were told to sit down, they were told to roll... The three monks were afraid that they would not roll enough, so after they flew out, they rolled on the ground seven or eight times like carriage wheels, and then they fell to the ground with a thud.

When they got up, the three monks supported each other and turned around to look at the teahouse with fear and anxiety in their eyes.

This is the difficult journey...

"Unfortunately, he is not an ascetic."

Chu Qing curled his lips:

"Otherwise, this kind of training would be of great benefit to them."

This [Vajra Zen Lion's Roar] is useless against a person like the Blood Prince...

But it is very effective against these people.

Wu Chan's lips moved, wanting to remind Chu Qing that the ascetic monk might be a little different from what he remembered.

After all, the purpose of asceticism is to temper the mind with the heaven and earth, and to use the bad environment to sharpen the true heart of seeking Buddha.

I'm not going to be humiliated here for no reason.

There is no "magic skill to endure humiliation" in the world, so such humiliation cannot bring them any benefits.

But after hesitating for a while, he still didn't say these words.

After all, it’s not an important thing…

Chu Qing waved his hand:
"Let's go." Wenrou was a little unhappy:
"What a pity. I just heard you defeat the chess formation of life and death, and I wanted to continue listening."

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Chu Qing smiled:
"I'll listen to it again when I have a chance."

"Now they all call you Master Crazy Knife, and some people call you Master Heavenly Knife. Which one do you like?"

"It's all OK. It sounds better without the three."

Nodded gently:

"I think so."

The two chatted for a while, and then Chu Qing looked at Wu Chan:
"Guang'an Temple is in Guang'an City, and your uncle Huiji is indeed the abbot of Guang'an Temple.

"I heard there will be a Dharma Assembly in the next two days. When do you plan to go see your uncle?"

"tonight?"

"it is good."

Chu Qing nodded:

"I will go with you."

“I…I, I!”

Wenrou raised her hand, indicating that she wanted to go too.

Chu Qing looked at her twice and nodded silently:
"Then let's all go."

Wu Chan showed some embarrassment on his face. After all, it was his own private matter, and it also involved the secrets of his master. It was really not suitable for outsiders like Chu Qing and Wen Rou to listen to it.

But he thought that Chu Qing would not take his proposal seriously, and if he refused, he would sneer at him...

So after a little hesitation, he shut up.

During the day, Chu Qing and his companions strolled around Guang'an City, but they could not find any trace of the Blood Prince.

Wenrou's nosebleed also made Chu Qing feel a little nervous.

Although she made an excuse, Chu Qing didn't really believe it.

Wenrou's situation made him a little worried...so, he decided to wait for news from Liehuotang for a while.

Wouldn't it be a shame if we didn't use the people who are already in the territory of the Fiery Hall?

However, throughout the entire afternoon, no news was sent back from the Fiery Hall... This was actually good news, because although the Blood Prince was not found, the victim was not found either.

In the afternoon, they even went to Guang'an Temple to join in the fun of the Dharma Assembly.

Devout believers from all sides came here, kneeling down to worship, hoping to find new insights from the words of the masters.

Chu Qing didn’t say whether he believed in ghosts or gods. After all, he had experienced time travel, so it didn’t make any sense to say whether he believed in them or not.

However, these monks seem to be very eloquent when they preach, but in fact, they are just empty talk.

Some people don't understand what they say, but still think they speak well.

It’s not because they really speak well, but because they want to show off to others that they can hear the true meaning of these words and have a deep understanding of them.

In fact, he had no idea at all.

But people just like these things, praying to gods and Buddhas, all they seek is peace of mind.

Not to mention the chaotic times today, even in times of peace and prosperity, this is all we ask for when we pray to gods and Buddhas.

Chu Qing felt drowsy after watching for a while, so he took Wenrou and Wuchan away, found an inn to stay in, and rested.

As night fell...

Chu Qing and Wen Rou both changed into their night clothes, ready to go out and do their thing.

As a result, when he turned around, he saw Wuchan was still dressed as 'Chen Wu'.

When the monk saw the two men in black, he was shocked and wondered where these evil people came from.

After confirming that the two people were Chu Qing and Wen Rou, the monk couldn't help but widen his eyes again:
"Have you all prepared night clothes with you?"

Nodding gently and seriously:

"It's not certain when to kill someone, sneak in, or do something that cannot be known by others, so a nightgown must be prepared at all times."

“…But I don’t have any.”

Chu Qing took out a mask from his arms and threw it to him:

"Just make do."

“I’ve never worn it before…”

Then the big monk took the mask and first covered his eyes, almost falling off the roof, and then covered his mouth and nose, fearing that his cultivation was too profound and he would suffocate himself to death.

In the end, it was Chu Qing who taught him by example, personally helped him tie the mask on his face, and told him:

"You will learn from me from now on, do you understand?

"This way of tying the mask allows it to fit snugly against the skin without being too tight to make it hard to breathe.

"When you move, the mask won't fall off because of the large range of motion..."

"How can such a small mask have so much knowledge?"

Wu Chan felt that he had lived half his life in vain. This small piece of black cloth actually had its own reason.

Chu Qing didn't bother to look at his expression which seemed like he was about to have an epiphany at any moment, and simply took one in each hand and rushed to Guang'an Temple.

Soon, the group of three arrived at Guang'an Temple.

It is now night, but it is still early and the monks in the temple are performing evening prayers.

Everyone in the Buddhist temple was beating wooden fish and chanting "Amitabha".

Chu Qing and the other two waited on the roof until the evening class was over, and then they followed Zen Master Huiji.

Finally followed him to his meditation room.

There was someone in the Zen room, who had obviously been waiting for a long time.

"Master Uncle Huiji."

When Lingxin saw Zen Master Huiji, there was respect but also a little contempt in his expression.

Zen Master Huiji glanced at him without saying anything. He sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Wudao asked you to come?"

"Exactly."

Lingxin said softly:

"Master asked his disciple to send his regards to you."

"No need to ask him anything, I know what he wants to do.

"I didn't tell anyone about that back then, and I certainly won't tell anyone about it now."

Zen Master Huiji spoke calmly.

Ling Xin nodded upon hearing this:

"That's good... By the way, uncle-master, my master heard that you have a scroll of the [Sakya Treasure Scroll] and would like to borrow it..."

Zen Master Huiji glanced at him, sighed, stood up and walked to the bookshelf:
"I'll get it for you..."

Lingxin naturally came behind Zen Master Huiji, with a dagger in his hand.

"I'll help you take a look..."

As he spoke, he stabbed Zen Master Huiji in the back with a knife.

Unexpectedly, when the tip of the knife touched the flesh, it made a 'ding' sound.

This old monk looks very old, but he has indestructible martial arts skills.

He looked back at Lingxin:

"What are you doing?"

Ling Xin was silent for a moment. Now she was going to tell a lie, saying it was a misunderstanding. She wondered if her uncle-master would believe it.

(End of this chapter)