I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Lingyin Temple.

Inside the Mahavira Hall.

Zhang Tianyuan, neck stiff and eyes wide, roared in front of the many monks at the entrance:
"The monk Daoji of Lingyin Temple plotted against my wife; his intentions were wicked, and his crimes are heinous. Buddha, how could you tolerate such a thing happening?"

In a corner, Guangliang turned to Biqing and said, "Fortunately, the believers are all attracted to Jingguang Temple now, otherwise Lingyin Temple would have been utterly humiliated this time."

Bi Qing said, "What's so shameful about that? What he said is definitely not true!"

"Idiot, you and I both know this isn't true, but outsiders don't."

Just think about Daoji's reputation outside, with his eating meat and drinking alcohol, and his wedding at a Buddhist temple.

"Imitating Cao Cao and seizing other men's wives is a perfect fit for his image; outsiders would find it hard to believe," Guangliang said.

Bi Qing: "..."

If you really have to put it that way, it seems to be true.

"Who is making such a fuss in this sacred Buddhist site?"

Just as Zhang Tianyuan's words became increasingly outrageous and his insults increasingly offensive, Rouge suddenly parted the group of monks in front of the door and demanded an explanation in a stern voice.

Zhang Tianyuan looked in the direction of the voice and said, "The monks at Lingyin Temple haven't said anything, so why are you jumping out in such a hurry?"

"presumptuous."

Rouge's eyes turned cold, and she instantly appeared in front of him, raising her hand to grab his neck.

"Let it go, let it go."

Qin Yao used his teleportation ability to shrink the distance between them, taking a single step and instantly appearing beside them. He then gently patted Rouge's arm with his palm-leaf fan.

As golden light flashed, Rouge's arm went limp and she fell to the ground. Zhang Tianyuan quickly distanced himself from them, panting heavily, his face filled with fear.

“Zhang Tianyuan, it’s one thing that you’ve fallen for someone else and even wanted to divorce your wife to marry someone else, but now that you and Mingzhu have nothing to do with each other, what are you still making a fuss about?” Yan Zhi asked.

“Someone told me that I was set up, and that person was the monk Daoji from Lingyin Temple,” Zhang Tianyuan said confidently.

"Stop making excuses for yourself. If you truly loved your wife, why would you divorce her for personal gain?" Rouge sneered.

"What's it to you? Who are you?" Zhang Tianyuan questioned.

“I am Mingzhu’s friend,” Rouge said. “Now that I know everything, you should behave yourself. If you are in the wrong, don’t jump out and spout nonsense, or you will only embarrass yourself.”

“I’ve never heard of Mingzhu having a friend like you,” Zhang Tianyuan said. “Anyway, I won’t leave today unless I see Mingzhu.”

"Since you don't want to leave with dignity, then I'll just have to let you leave in a less-than-dignified way." Qin Yao shook his head, and with a wave of his fan, he sealed the creature in mid-air, pulling it out of the Great Buddha Hall, before suddenly swinging his arm and throwing it away.

"Ah..." Zhang Tianyuan screamed and soared into the sky, instantly disappearing from the sight of the monks.

"If you throw him that high, won't he fall to his death?" Rouge turned and walked out of the main hall, raising her head to ask.

"No, someone will catch him," Qin Yao said, waving his fan with a half-smile.

Outside Lingyin Mountain.

A golden cloud streaked across the void like an arrow, catching the rapidly falling Zhang Tianyuan. Above the golden cloud stood the Holy Virtue Master, clad in a golden kasaya, exuding an extraordinary and saintly aura…

"Disciple greets Master." Zhang Tianyuan hurriedly knelt down in front of the other party and kowtowed heavily.

Master Shengde rode a golden cloud over countless rooftops and said calmly, "Rise, Tianyuan."

Zhang Tianyuan shook his head, a look of resentment flashing across his face: "I beg Master to do justice for me and punish the lewd monk Daoji."

“I really wanted to help you, but alas, I am no match for Daoji. Otherwise, I would have just followed you up the mountain to demand the person back,” Master Shengde sighed.

Although he didn't know who the fairy Biyao was, he knew that Zhang Tianyuan must have been tricked, and Biyao's appearance was probably aimed at Mingzhu.

He then sensed that the other party was at Lingyin Temple through the blood pill in Mingzhu's body. He then told Zhang Tianyuan the truth and instigated him to cause trouble, hoping to bring Mingzhu back.

After all, for him, it was much easier to handle Mingzhu at Zhang Tianyuan's house than at Lingyin Temple...

At this moment, Zhang Tianyuan's eyes widened suddenly: "Huh? Even you can't beat him?"

“A desperate fight might be the only way to win; but unless absolutely necessary, I will not risk my life against him,” said Shengde.

Zhang Tianyuan plopped down on the ground, looking utterly dejected, and asked, "Is there really no other way?"

“Yes,” Saint De replied.

Zhang Tianyuan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Please enlighten me, Master!"

The next day.

Inside Lingyin Temple.

Just as Guangliang and Biqing were leading most of the monks in the temple in their morning exercises, they suddenly saw a group of people carrying vegetable baskets walking briskly towards them.

"Master Abbot, great news! Great news! Our followers have returned!" Biqing said excitedly.

Guangliang chuckled: "The prosperity of other temples is only a flash in the pan, but the incense of our Lingyin Temple is everlasting."

Just as Biqing was smiling and agreeing, he saw the group of people take out rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs from their baskets and throw them at the monks, who were terrified and hurriedly dodged.

Guangliang's smile froze on his face, and he asked loudly, "What are you doing?"

“The monk Daoji is lustful and plots to marry other people’s wives. We’re here to give him gifts,” said a dark-skinned woman.

"That's right!"

A woman immediately responded, "It's one thing for him to disregard the precepts, that's a matter for your Lingyin Temple; but when he plots to harm people, it's not just a matter for Lingyin Temple."

Jingxin Nunnery on the back mountain.

Mingzhu, with her keen eyes and ears, saw and heard everything. She rushed over like a ghost and shouted, "Master Daoji did not set a trap to harm anyone! You have all misunderstood!"

"Are you Mingzhu?" someone asked.

“Yes, I am Mingzhu, and I can attest that Master Daoji is a good person.”

"I bet you're having an affair with him, that's why you're saying that," the dark-faced woman shouted. "Adulterous couple!"

"Adulter and adulterer!"

"Adulterous couple..."

The others joined in the shouting, and then threw the rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs from their baskets at Mingzhu.

Mingzhu neither dodged nor avoided the attack, but at the crucial moment, Qin Yao appeared in front of her, gently waving his palm-leaf fan. The rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs flew back and pelted the group of old women.

"Monk, how can you bully the weak?" the dark-faced woman shouted.

Qin Yao was too lazy to say anything more to her. He manipulated his immortal energy, took a rotten egg from a woman's basket next to her, and smashed it directly into her mouth.

The next moment, under his magical attack, the group of women who came to "vent their anger" and "vent their frustrations" were beaten and fled in panic, scrambling to run out of the Lingyin Temple gate.

"Daoji, Daoji, you've ruined your reputation by beating them today, and Lingyin Temple will be dragged down by you too." After everyone had left, Guangliang returned to the main gate and said to Qin Yao.

Qin Yao smiled and replied, "When the truth comes out, all the rumors will disappear. Until then, enduring humiliation is not in my nature."

Guangliang: "..."

"It's all my fault. I brought this trouble upon Lingyin Temple because of the Holy Monk." Mingzhu sighed softly, "Perhaps I should leave?"

"Forcing you to leave is the mastermind's goal," Qin Yao said. "Otherwise, who do you think hired these people?"

Mingzhu was stunned: "Tianyuan..."

Qin Yao nodded: "Do you know that Tianyuan has taken a monk as his master?"

“I know,” Mingzhu replied. “The other party claims to be a saint, and Tianyuan and Grandma have great respect for him.”

"If nothing unexpected happens, today's situation was orchestrated by the master and disciple together..." Qin Yao said, "So, you should stay in the back mountain to avoid being harmed by them when you go down the mountain."

"But what about the reputation of the holy monk and Lingyin Temple?" Mingzhu asked.

Qin Yao said with a smile, "I'm better at manipulating public opinion than they are!"

The next day.

A fierce-looking monk, dressed in a blue robe, rushed into Jing'an Temple and ran all the way to the door of Shengde's room: "Master, something terrible has happened."

On the bed, Saint De suddenly opened his eyes: "What's wrong?" "These past two days, a group of storytellers have suddenly appeared in the city, calling themselves storytellers."

They told stories day and night in teahouses, restaurants, brothels, and other places.

Strangely enough, this first story was titled "Zhang Tianyuan's Ingratitude and the Mad Monk's Salvation of the Clam Spirit," the great monk said.

Saint Virtue: "..."

"So what's the wind direction in the city right now?" he asked in a deep voice after a moment.

The senior monk responded, "People are cursing Zhang Tianyuan, sympathizing with the clam spirit, and praising the mad monk Daoji."

Saint-De's lips twitched.

Does this work too?
"Master, what should we do now?" the head monk asked softly in the silence.

Saint De let out a long breath, took out a conch shell with a flip of his hand, and began to play it softly.

Lingyin Mountain.

Lingyin Temple.

Hearing the conch shell sound emanating from the bell in her hand, Bai Ling immediately bid farewell to Mingzhu and, at top speed, rode the clouds to Jing'an Temple...

"Bai Ling greets her martial uncle."

Inside the main hall, in front of the Buddha statue.

Saintly Virtue slowly turned around and looked at her junior disciple in a blue dress: "Bai Ling, what have you been busy with these past two days?"

Bai Ling: "..."

What can she possibly be busy with?
Busy stealing moments of leisure, busy watching plays.

Since Daoji stopped detaining her, she has become much bolder and dares to approach him more often.

However, these are things that are destined never to be told to the other person...

"I'm busy keeping an eye on Daoji."

"Any results?" Saint De asked.

Bai Ling shook her head: "Daoji is a cautious person and not so easy to deal with."

“Then you shall follow my arrangements,” Saint-De said.

Bai Ling clasped her hands in a respectful bow: "Please give your instructions, Martial Uncle."

Saint-De said in a low voice, "Dao-Ji is not easy to deal with, but the people around him are not necessarily so troublesome."

"Keep a close eye on Lingyin Temple. While Daoji is out, kidnap someone there whom he absolutely needs to save, and then follow my instructions."

Bai Ling: "..."

She wanted to decline, but couldn't find a suitable reason, so she had no choice but to bow and accept the order.

Inside Lingyin Temple.

Inside the Zen temple.

Qin Yao, who had just stepped out of the bedroom, paused and sighed, "This trick works, but we can't keep using it. You guys aren't annoyed, but I am."

"What's bothering you?" Rouge suddenly appeared in front of the temple gate and asked curiously.

Qin Yao waved his hand, then soared into the air, scattering countless golden runes with a flick of his sleeve, which landed evenly in every corner of the temple.

Rouge blinked, and after watching him land back in the courtyard, she asked again, "Is someone planning to attack Lingyin Temple?"

"I received information that someone is planning to use the same old trick again, kidnapping me to blackmail me," Qin Yao responded.

rouge:"……"

"Keep an eye on things on the mountain; consider it payment for accommodation," Qin Yao said gently during the silence.

Rouge pursed her lips and asked, "Are you going out again?"

“Yes, I need to accumulate merit,” Qin Yao said. “Accumulating merit is one of my main tasks in this life.”

Rouge said, "You can go out without worry. With me here, Lingyin Temple will be fine."

Qin Yao: "..."

That makes it sound like he has to do favors for people!
A blink of an eye.

half a month later.

Covered up tightly, fearing that his face would be seen, Zhang Tianyuan arrived at Jing'an Temple and secretly slipped into a meditation room.

After waiting for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, just as he was stretching his incredibly sore back, Master Shengde finally finished his sermon and slowly stepped into the meditation room.

"Master, how is your follow-up plan going?" Zhang Tianyuan asked immediately upon seeing him in person.

Saint De said, "Don't rush, I'll summon someone to ask..."

In the blink of an eye, Bai Ling arrived as summoned, but the moment she entered the door and saw Zhang Tianyuan's figure, she suddenly unleashed a white demonic aura, knocking him unconscious to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Saint De asked in confusion.

"Who is he?" Bai Ling asked, feigning ignorance.

Because Biyao was an alias, Shengde was unaware of the cause and effect between Bailing and Zhang Tianyuan, and simply thought she was being overly sensitive.

“He was originally a pawn of mine, but now it seems that the pawn has not played the role I wanted.”

Bai Ling said, "Then why are you keeping him around?"

“Killing him now won’t do any good; there might be a chance to use him at some point in the future,” Saint said.

Bai Ling pursed her lips and said, "Uncle-Master, you can even give Blood Pills to my master, so what exactly are you planning?"

After much hesitation, Saint De finally spoke frankly: "What I want is a person, or rather, a demon."

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Bai Ling: "A pearl?"

"You know Mingzhu?" Shengde asked in surprise.

Bai Ling pretended to be nonchalant and said, "We met by chance... Martial Uncle, what is your relationship with Mingzhu?"

"Years ago, she and I almost became a couple, but in order to save her, I not only gave up my own inner core, but was also struck by heavenly lightning and my soul was scattered," Shengde said.

"Inner core..."

Bai Ling suddenly realized: "That blood bead, is it my martial uncle's inner core?!"

“That’s right,” Shengde said. “It’s just a pity that the plan, which should have been perfect, collapsed the moment Daoji intervened.”

Bai Ling: "..."

It seems she's also part of the plan to sabotage this operation!
Fortunately, I didn't use my original name back then...

"Let's get down to business. Half a month has passed. How's the task I assigned you going?" Saint De suddenly asked.

Bai Ling let out a soft sigh and said, "I don't know who Daoji is guarding against, but he actually sealed off the entire Lingyin Temple."

Humans can enter, beasts can enter, but demons cannot.

Moreover, I waited for more than ten days, and apart from Daoji, no one else came down the mountain.

Saint Virtue: "..."

How can someone be so meticulous?
This puzzled him greatly!
"I'm sorry, Martial Uncle, it's all my fault for being too weak," Bai Ling said, feigning self-reproach.

Saint-De was silent for a moment, then said, "It seems that I have no choice but to take action myself. We can't delay any longer, or the pearl will truly be lost forever."

Bai Ling asked curiously, "Uncle-Master, what are you planning to do?"

Shengde said, "While Daoji is away, Manjushri Bodhisattva descended to earth, took away the clam spirit, and reprimanded Daoji for impersonating Manjushri, nailing him to the pillar of shame in Buddhism!"

Inside the market in the western part of Lin'an.

Qin Yao suddenly stopped on a white stone bridge, raising his hand to stroke his smooth chin: "While I was away? Sorry, I can't possibly be away..." (End of Chapter)