I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

"It really is Senior Brother's Golden Dragon..." In mid-air, Sleeping Arhat carefully sensed the aura of the Golden Dragon below and murmured.

The Arhat Subduing Tiger nodded: "Dragon Subduer, if you ever encounter any danger and need the help of us seventeen brothers, you can call upon us at any time."

Qin Yao smiled slightly, immediately returned the golden dragon to the seal, clasped his hands in a salute, and said loudly, "Thank you."

Fu Hu waved his hand, then led the remaining Arhats into the sky, and all the strange phenomena in the sky vanished...

The next morning.

The ship docks.

The boat captain stood at the bow, bent down, lifted the cabin curtain, and said cautiously, "Young master, we've arrived."

After witnessing the other person's "crazy" behavior last night, his impression of the person underwent a complete change. He was now terrified that if he said something wrong, the other person would go berserk and bleed him five steps away.

Inside the cabin.

Qin Yao, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly got up, stretched his arms, and said, "Thank you."

The boatman said with a forced smile, "You're too kind. I did receive payment after all."

Qin Yao smiled, and his body instantly transformed into a golden light, disappearing from the boatman's sight.

The boat captain suddenly opened his eyes wide, his mind buzzing.

This kind of speed is clearly not something an ordinary person can possess...

Could it be that this customer isn't crazy, but rather that something truly happened last night that he couldn't see?

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful, as if he had missed a tremendous opportunity!
An hour later.

Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou.

Qin Yao paused before the gilded plaque, gazing at the somewhat dilapidated scene inside the temple, a fleeting look of surprise crossing his face.

I remember Lingyin Temple being quite magnificent in the original drama. Could it be that I went to the wrong place?

"Esteemed benefactor, are you here to burn incense or to fulfill a vow?"

At this moment, a thin, fair-skinned young monk suddenly walked out of the temple. Upon seeing him, their eyes lit up.

Qin Yao silently withdrew his gaze and said with a smile, "I'm not here to burn incense or fulfill a vow; I'm here to become a monk."

Young monk: "..."

Such a person, who seems to be either rich or noble, should choose a top-notch temple if he were to become a monk, right?

In other words, why would someone come to Lingyin Temple to become a monk?
"What's wrong? Is it not okay?" Qin Yao suddenly asked.

"No, no, I'll take you to the abbot right away," the young monk said hastily.

Not long after.

In the back mountain.

The young monk led Qin Yao to the outside of a meditation room and bowed, saying, "Biqing greets the abbot."

Inside the meditation room, the white-bearded old monk, sitting cross-legged in the center of the bed, slowly opened his eyes and suddenly noticed a golden light shining outside the door, as bright as the rising sun.

After a moment of stunned silence, he hurriedly got off the bed, not even having time to put on his shoes, and rushed to the doorway. Looking out, he saw a man in white standing outside the door with a smile on his face, his body radiating a Buddhist light that ordinary people could not see...

"Greetings, Master." Meeting the old monk's gaze, Qin Yao clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.

"No, no..." The old monk subconsciously waved his hand, then took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down: "May I ask why you have come, benefactor?"

Qin Yao said, "I came here to become a monk."

"Becoming a monk?" The old monk's heart stirred slightly, and he asked, "If this humble monk may ask, why do you wish to become a monk?"

Qin Yao replied with a smile, "I was born to be a Buddhist."

Old monk: "..."

That's a very profound statement.

"Abbot, if I don't take a master, don't shave my head, and don't abstain from alcohol and meat, can I become a monk at Lingyin Temple?" Qin Yao asked again during the silence.

If an ordinary person had said that, the old monk would have kicked them out immediately.

Without a master, how can there be a lineage?

What kind of monk are you if you don't shave your head?
Not abstaining from alcohol and meat is considered a violation of the Five Precepts, and the offense can be serious or minor. If it were truly serious, expelling someone from the temple would not be an exaggeration.

These are all taboo requirements, and an ordinary abbot would not dare to agree to them.

Fortunately, Yuan Kong was no ordinary abbot; he was an extraordinary person, and thus he was bound to do extraordinary things.

Perhaps this is also an opportunity to revitalize Lingyin Temple!

"Benefactor, I have only one question, why?"

A moment later, under Bi Qing's shocked gaze, Yuan Kong asked seriously.

Qin Yao explained, "I don't take a master because no one in the world can become my master; I don't shave my head because I don't like to be bound by formalities."

The reason I don't abstain from alcohol and meat is because, for me, while food and drink pass through my body, Buddha remains in my heart. Practicing Buddhism is not a shackle for me, but rather a way of inclining my heart towards goodness.

Yuan Kong pondered for a moment and asked, "How can we win over the masses?"

Qin Yao smiled and said, "Time will tell."

Yuan Kong's gaze gradually hardened, and he said softly, "Good! This humble monk will make an exception today and accept you as a disciple, hoping that you can bring glory to the Lingyin lineage."

Qin Yao said, "From this day forward, I am a monk of Lingyin Temple!"

Bi Qing blinked and asked, "Abbot, how is seniority determined if one doesn't formally become an apprentice?"

Yuan Kong thought for a moment, then said to Qin Yao, "To be of the same generation as me?"

Qin Yao waved his hand: "Let's go down one generation. By the way, I've also thought of a Buddhist name for myself."

Yuan Kong turned around, took out a list of disciples from the cabinet, flipped to the column with his name, and took out a brush pen, saying:
"Now, tell me your Dharma name. Once your name is registered, you will be considered to have truly entered the Buddhist order."

Qin Yao nodded slightly and said loudly, "My Dharma name is Daoji! Dao means the Great Dao, and Ji means to save people and help the world."

A look of astonishment flashed across Yuan Kong's eyes.

What a grand ambition!
After much hesitation, he ultimately did not raise any objection to the name, and silently picked up his pen to write the two characters "Daoji" below his own name.

The instant the pen touched the paper and formed the characters, lines of system runes suddenly flashed before Qin Yao's eyes:

Daoji appears in this world, and destiny unfolds.

[System Task: Cultivate 3,000 merits.]

[Quest Reward: A green vine used by Nuwa to create humans.]

[Friendly reminder: This task is not mandatory and has no penalty mechanism.]

Even the well-informed and shrewd Qin Yao was stunned when he glanced at the four lines of light symbols.

He had thought there were no system missions in this world, but he never expected that the system missions in this world required the name of Daoji to activate.

What was even more unexpected was that the reward for this system task was actually the creation of a human vine.

Nine Heavens Breath Soil, Three-Colored Divine Water, Creation Vine...

System, are you trying to make me create humans in God's country?
It can be said that the appearance of this "human-creating vine" almost perfectly sums up the theme.

It turns out that in the system's growth plan, the Three-Colored Divine Water was not used to water Huang Zhongli at all, but was a tool for creating humans!
……

"Master Supervisor, Master Supervisor~"

In the blink of an eye, inside the main hall, a fat monk who was leading the monks in chanting sutras looked up at the sound and stared at Bi Qing, who was striding across the threshold, and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"

Bi Qing came up to him breathlessly and whispered in his ear, "Uncle-Master, just now, a young man became a monk at our Lingyin Temple. The abbot is the one who guided him."

The fat monk raised his hand and pushed him away, saying, "Is that all?" Bi Qing said, "Of course it's not that simple... He doesn't shave his head, doesn't take a master, and doesn't even abstain from alcohol and meat."

The fat monk asked in astonishment, "Then what kind of monk is this?"

“That’s right, but the abbot agreed to his condition,” Biqing said.

"Is the abbot getting senile?" the fat monk said instinctively.

Bi Qing: "..."

He wouldn't dare say that.

"No, this must not be allowed. I'll go find the abbot right now," the fat monk said decisively during the silence.

Bi Qing hesitated and said, "If the abbot asks, please don't say that I told on you."

The fat monk waved his hand, held his head high, and strode out of the main hall. But when he arrived at the old monk's meditation room, his demeanor suddenly changed, and he asked in a simple and honest manner, "Master, may I come in?"

Inside the meditation room, the old monk Yuan Kong sat alone on the wooden bed, slowly opening his eyes: "Come in, Guangliang."

Guangliang immediately pushed open the half-closed wooden door, entered the room with a fawning smile, looked around but did not see the rule-breaker, and subconsciously asked, "Master, are you all alone?"

"Otherwise what?" Yuan Kong retorted.

Guangliang: "..."

If I were to directly ask the newly ordained monks now, wouldn't that be like selling myself off?
"You've come for Daoji, haven't you?"

However, Yuan Kong knew perfectly well what his purpose was and asked with a smile.

Guangliang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Daoji? Could he be that newly initiated monk?"

"Exactly."

Yuan Kong nodded: "From now on, you will address each other as fellow disciples. You are the senior brother, and he is the junior brother. Daoji is his Dharma name."

Guangliang raised an eyebrow and said, "Master, then he should also be of the Guang generation, so why is his Dharma name Daoji?"

Yuan Kong said, "He is not an ordinary person, therefore the general rules do not apply to him."

"How does Master know he's not an ordinary person?" Guangliang questioned.

Yuan Kong laughed and said, "He has a Buddha's aura on him."

Guangliang: "..."

These words made him wonder if his master's eyesight was failing.

"In short, as long as he doesn't do anything particularly outrageous, just leave him alone," Yuan Kong earnestly instructed in the quiet moment.

Guangliang took a deep breath and said seriously, "Master, where is this Junior Brother Daoji?"

“He went to beg for alms,” Yuan Kong said. “Also, I’ve assigned him the west wing room. I’m just letting you know.”

Guangliang: "..."

What kind of bewitching potion did Daoji give his master?

In this tranquil and pleasant Zen temple in the back mountain, the main building enshrines all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. The abbot lives in the east wing of the main building, while the west wing is usually empty and used to accommodate distinguished guests for a short stay. Unexpectedly, it was given directly to Daoji!

He felt extremely resentful, but seeing the faint smile on his master's face, he ultimately didn't dare to voice his dissatisfaction...

That night.

The crescent moon hangs in the sky, accompanied by the chirping of insects.

Dressed in a blue monk's robe and hat, and carrying a palm-leaf fan, Qin Yao strode into Lingyin Temple under the moonlight.

He did not pursue the so-called worn shoes, worn hat, or worn robe. For his current level of cultivation, clothing was only for covering the body. There was no need to deliberately pursue worn clothes to show off his cultivation level.

"Cough cough."

A short while later, as he moved from the front hall to the back mountain, a heavy cough suddenly rang out.

Qin Yao had already caught a glimpse of the fat monk hiding in the woods out of the corner of his eye, but he ignored the cough and walked toward the circular stone gate on his own.

Inside the bamboo grove, beside the stone table.

Seeing this, Guangliang, who had been maintaining a composed demeanor, had no choice but to stand up and call out loudly, "Are you Daoji?"

Hearing him directly call out his Buddhist name, Qin Yao stopped and looked in the direction of the voice: "Who are you?"

Guangliang slowly walked out of the bamboo forest along the path, raised his head and said, "I am Guangliang, the abbot's most beloved and trusted disciple, who is in charge of all the affairs of the temple."

"Oh~" Qin Yao nodded and asked, "Is there something you need?"

Guangliang asked with a serious expression, "I heard you went begging for alms today?"

"Yes." Qin Yao nodded. "So?"

"So, what did you get?" Guangliang asked.

Qin Yao laughed and said, "We're still getting used to the environment, we haven't done anything yet."

"That's somewhat understandable, but now, as the abbot, I need to tell you the rules."

From now on, all the opportunities you receive as a monk from Lingyin Temple will be handed over to me for redistribution.

"What I give you after it's been prepared is what truly belongs to you, understand?" Guangliang said.

Qin Yao smiled and said, "I'm afraid that won't work."

Guangliang frowned: "That's the rule!"

"It's not that I don't respect your rules, but I'm begging for alms, and what I'm begging for is true affinity, not food or gold and silver."

To be more specific, I traveled to thousands of households under the guise of begging for alms, relieving suffering and exorcising demons," Qin Yao explained.

Guangliang: "..."

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but ask, "You make it sound so nice, but what do you eat and drink?"

Qin Yao said, "I have solved the suffering of thousands of families, so it's not too much for me to eat a meal with them, is it?"

Guangliang was speechless.

Faced with this sharp-tongued fellow, he felt like a mouse trying to gnaw on a turtle, unable to find a way to bite him.

"It's getting late, Senior Brother Guangliang, see you tomorrow."

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Qin Yao waved his hand and strode into the Zen temple.

Guangliang felt deeply humiliated, silently clenching his fists and staring intently at the other person's back as he said:
"Daoji, you better not fall into my hands, or I'll make you taste what it's like to be a black sheep!"

The next day.

As dawn broke, Qin Yao left Lingyin Temple again and headed towards the western city.

Yesterday, he walked all over the Dongcheng District but found no signs of demons or ghosts, nor did he encounter any evil spirits harming him.

So let's start our search from the west city today and try to accumulate three thousand merits as soon as possible.

As for the Roc...

He firmly believed that the other party would definitely appear among these three thousand merits, sooner or later, so he wasn't in a hurry.

Moreover, even if he finds the other party now, he may not be able to successfully capture them.

Even if one were incredibly lucky and managed to achieve this, just like in the original drama, they would still escape due to unforeseen circumstances, making it a time-consuming, laborious, and ultimately unrewarding endeavor...

As he wandered aimlessly, he came to a mansion and suddenly sensed a sinister aura, like an ice cellar in the middle of summer, constantly releasing a chilling coldness.

Turning around suddenly and looking up, one sees a red plaque hanging above the black gate, with two large golden characters written in the center—Chen Residence! (End of Chapter)