Big Moon Ballad

Chanyuan, Arhat Hall.

In front of the [-] ferocious Arhat statues, with the sound of the locomotive, countless bricks were separated.

The light of the lamp shines through, and an underground world slowly unfolds towards Ying Baoyue and the others.

"here it is……"

It was the first time for Ji Jiashu, Chen Zichu and others to see such a scene, and they stood in front of the cave in astonishment.

"Welcome to the underground palace of the Buddhist monastery."

Standing in front of the cave, Chu Yan turned around, his eyes darkened, "Or, welcome to the real Zen garden."

"The real... Buddhist monastery?"

Ji Jiashu repeated his words word by word, looking at the vast underground world in front of him, shocked and nervous all over.

"Wait, is it okay for us to stand here and gossip?"

Ying Baoyue was not in the mood to play riddles with Chu Yan, and looked at the hole that opened in front of him with delicate eyes.

She still remembered that when Chunyuye brought her here last time, the two of them were like mice crossing the street, grabbing the gap and dodging in hastily, hiding in the coffin for fear of being discovered.

But Chu Yan led them and stood at the door in such a big way, with a relaxed expression and no scruples.

"The Thirteenth Elder, are you back?"

At this time, two black shadows flashed out from the door without a sound. Ji Jiashu and the others were startled and almost drew their swords.

Chu Yan looked as usual, and everyone froze.

They are two Buddhist monks dressed in black.

Facing Ji Jiashu and the others who were facing a formidable enemy, the two disciples just glanced at them, not feeling surprised at all.Standing by the cave, the two disciples just saluted Chu Yan respectfully.

"Well."

Chu Yan nodded slightly to them, "Where is Elder Wuchan?"

"Elder Wuchan brought people into the execution hall early in the morning, and he hasn't come out yet," the leading disciple in black replied respectfully, "Do you need disciples to be found?"

"No more trouble," Chu Yan said calmly, "I'll go find him when I'm done."

After speaking, he walked towards the cave.

The two disciples quickly moved away and stood by with their hands down.

Ying Baoyue's eyes flashed, and he walked in quickly after Chu Yan.

Facing her who was not pretending, the two black-clothed disciples didn't even raise their eyelids, as if they were brought in by Chu Yan, regardless of whether they were fat or thin, they didn't look good.

Seeing Ying Baoyue enter behind Chu Yan so smoothly, Ji Jiashu and the others quickly followed.

"That's how we got in?"

Until he had completely entered the underground palace and the stone gate closed behind his back, Ji Jiashu still couldn't believe that they came in so ostentatiously.

Is the security of the monastery so loose?It is completely different from the Tiger's Cave and Longtan they had imagined before.

"These disciples... seem to trust you."

Ying Baoyue looked at the familiar underground colosseum and said softly.

She knew what Ji Jiashu and the others were surprised about, but she knew in her heart that the guards of the monastery were of course not so loose. When she and Chunyu Ye came here before, they were walking on thin ice, and every step was like stepping on a tightrope.

But this time the treatment was much better than last time.

Chu Yan's return to the monastery is really like going back to his hometown, he is really carefree.

It is also very easy to bring people in. Those sensitive and bloodthirsty Zen disciples are as docile as a herd of cattle and sheep in front of him.

"They don't trust me," Chu Yan walked ahead, shrugging, "They just dare not resist me."

Inside the monastery, if ordinary disciples dare to question the elder's decision, no matter who is right or wrong, the disciple who disagrees will be whipped a hundred lashes first.

Over time, the prestige of the elders has been established in this way.

"How about it, doesn't it feel different from the last time you came here?"

Ying Baoyue felt a little complicated, "It's different."

She was ready to shed a layer of skin at first, but she didn't expect that the power of the elder of the Zen Academy was much greater than she imagined.

"Follow me, you don't have to think so much," Chu Yan opened the barrier, and sent a voice transmission into the secret channel, "Just walk around swaggeringly, if you always feel like you are facing the enemy, you will be exposed instead."

Indeed, there is no need to think too much.Ying Baoyue looked forward, and the Colosseum in the underground palace of the Chanyuan was still the same as before. Chu Yan led them and walked in through the door. There were other disciples passing by, and he would never stop to look at them.

After all, they didn't have time to see her, Ji Jiashu and the others.

Most of the disciples fell to their knees with a plop the moment they saw Chu Yan, their foreheads touching the ground, and they didn't dare to lift them up.

But there were also some disciples who just stood aside and looked down.

Ying Baoyue noticed that these disciples were wearing a bright red cloth belt on their arms.

"These disciples are disciples with red belts," Chu Yan noticed Ying Baoyue's gaze and whispered, "They are all direct disciples of the elders, and they don't need to bow down to other elders."

Ying Baoyue understood.

In some places, there are three, six, nine grades, and below the elders of the Chanyuan, these disciples are probably the most honored.

Speaking of which, she met several disciples with red belts when she and Chunyu visited every night before, no wonder it caused such a big disturbance afterwards,

Although it was not the first time for Ying Baoyue to come to the monastery, Chu Yan showed her a new monastery from his perspective.

In other words, a real Buddhist monastery.

These outsiders can be regarded as seeing with their own eyes how powerful the eighteen elders are in the monastery.

"What if you elders want to rebel?"

Ji Jiashu followed beside him, looking at the disciple who was kneeling on the ground, and murmured.

Since the elders can bring outsiders in so easily, if an elder has a different heart, wouldn't the monastery be easily defeated?

"Rebellious?"

Chu Yan turned his head and looked at Ji Jiashu strangely, "Why are we rebelling?"

Ji Jiashu was taken aback.

Isn't what Chu Yan is doing now a rebellion?

Noticing Ji Jiashu's eyes, Chu Yan laughed hoarsely, "My situation is quite special, but I don't want to rebel."

He didn't want to destroy the monastery. Although it is true that this place is a hell, for those who are born humble, living in this world is hell.

Those disciples who were born as poor orphans may not have a better life outside the Chanyuan than inside the Chanyuan.

Instead of becoming a slave plaything for princes and nobles, it is better to find a job here.

As for the other elders, it is impossible to rebel.

"The Chan Lord and our eighteen elders are the Chanyuan itself."

Chu Yan said calmly, "Have you ever seen someone who would rebel against you?"

Ji Jiashu seemed to understand that the elders of the monastery themselves had vested interests, so it was naturally impossible to overthrow the monastery. With the monastery gone, their privileges would also be gone, but...

"Then none of you wants to become a higher-ranking elder, or even... the master of the Zen monastery?"

"Become the master of the Buddhist monastery?"

Chu Yan stopped and repeated it, as if he had heard something extremely unbelievable.