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Chapter 122 Mind Zen (2 in 1 for monthly ticket for subscription)

No wonder Chu Susu hesitated to speak.

Talk hesitantly.

For a girl like Chu Susu, the monk's way of playing is beyond imagination.

Fantastic.

The monk was kicked to the street, and the street was filled with people in an instant. Many people pointed at the monk, and some silently covered their children's eyes.

"Don't look, your eyes will go blind!"

A heart-piercing cry came from a man in the brothel.

"Wow--I'm dead--"

Laojiu sneered, pointed at the monk, and cursed angrily: "How dare you deceive us Shisanxiang, my mother sees that you don't want to live!"

Several strong men laughed and clenched their fists, and a group of men surrounded them.

Monk, danger.

"You have misunderstood," the monk sat cross-legged, clasped his hands, and retorted loudly, "I am definitely not the shameless and vulgar person you think! I have my own difficulties!"

"My dear mother!"

When the strong men heard this, they became even more angry, and rushed forward at the same time, punching and kicking around the monk.

Looking at the monk who was besieged.

Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei looked at each other.

"You decide, Brother Zheng."

Feng Bei nodded calmly, implying that she had no intention of making a move this time.

"The monk is not a bad person!"

Chu Susu weakly explained that she had been with the monk for a month, and she thought she had a certain understanding of the monk, but recently the monk came out of the rivers and lakes by dressing up as a prostitute and going to the brothel, which made Chu Susu say this sentence At the time, the tone was a little uncertain.

"stop!"

Zheng Xiu came out and shouted loudly.

The sound of the beating stopped, and several strong men raised their heads when they heard the sound, and saw a burly man who was stronger than them walking towards them with a grin.

"Stop what are you doing, and another one comes to ruin the situation? Continue to fight! Just don't beat him to death! Let's see if this smelly monk dares to do it next time!"

Lao Jiu leaned against the door and smiled coldly, but when she saw the macho man's face and resolute eyes, suddenly her delicate body trembled, as if being shocked by an electric shock, she fell limp on the ground.

Zheng Xiu smiled coldly, and his lightning-like eyes swept across the audience in an instant.

An invisible thing called "momentum" silently centered on Zheng Xiu and expanded outward.

"I said, stop."

After a moment of silence.

A strong man knelt on the ground with a plop.

The second strong man threw his head back, turned his eyes upwards, and foamed at the mouth.

The third brawny man trembled all over, as if he saw a scourge, his pupils dilated.

The fourth strong man screamed and ran back to the brothel.

"It was entrusted by someone to save your life."

Zheng Xiu squatted down three steps away from the monk, and said to the monk with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

The monk raised his head in a daze. Only then did Zheng Xiu see the monk's face clearly. His facial features were weak and his features were delicate, giving people a feeling of frailty. His slanted upward gaze concealed a kind of charm unique to women.

The short eye contact made Zheng Xiu feel confused, the monk's eyes were out of focus, and he didn't know where he was looking at the moment.

Zheng Xiu was taken aback for a moment, wondering whether the monk was a man or a woman.

The hidden charm disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. The monk followed Zheng Xiu's finger and looked at Zheng Xiu's finger. His blank eyes regained clarity, and he said in surprise, "So it's Miss Susu!"

"Come on!"

This is the first time Zheng Xiu has activated [Shock and Deterrence] on Feng Bei's body to "Perfect", and the effect is even more exaggerated than he imagined.The crowd retreated one after another, widening a large empty circle.Zheng Xiu hurriedly said to the monk: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time!"

Until a few people fled the brothel like thieves, and the commotion gradually subsided.

The half-cooked old Jiu, who was lying limp on the side, seemed to have just come back to his senses at this time. He was sweating profusely, and his clothes were wet and stuck to his body.

She was just about to stand up, but there was a puddle of yellow water under her body, which immediately made Lao Jiu blush.

Even the bottom is wet.

That's urine.

There are countless old men who are dignified, and today she was scared to pee by a strong man, which made her feel unbelievable.

After a while.

Zheng Xiu took the monk back to the "orphanage".

The monk who washed off his rouge and gouache changed back into a coarse cloth robe.

The monk with his women's clothes off finally looks... like a human being.

Several children came forward happily, mingled with the monk, and asked if the monk wanted to return to his old job and came back to be a thief.

Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu were in the yard, quietly watching the movement in the house.

At this time, the monk walked out a few steps, bowed his hands to Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei with an apologetic face: "Thank you for saving your life."

Finally we can have a good chat.

Zheng Xiu tried hard to erase the image of the "monk in women's clothing" from his mind.

But it's hard.

That scene was so outrageous that Zheng Xiu felt that he would never forget it.

Play so beautifully.

How dare you say that you are not Hua Monk?
So Zheng Xiu twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and asked, "Are you Monk Hua?"

The monk frowned: "The little monk is like dust, and he comes from Yunliu Temple. I heard from Miss Susu that you are looking for a little monk?"

Zheng Xiu nodded first, then shook his head: "We are looking for an ascetic monk named 'Hua Monk'."

The monk smiled wryly: "Maybe there are many misunderstandings. But before Ruchen stepped into the practice, the adoptive father's surname was Hua, maybe the person you are looking for is the little monk."

Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei were taken aback at the same time when they heard the words.

Wait a minute.

In Jiayang, when the blind man said "monk flower", could it be that he was not referring to a nickname, but a name?
"What's your name? I said common name."

"My little monk Zeng's surname is Hua, and his first name is... Hua."

Zheng Xiu was stunned: "Huahua?"

The little monk nodded in distress, obviously he also knew that his name was not very pleasant, so he smiled helplessly: "Yes, the little monk used to be named 'Huahua'."

Fengbei didn't have too many strange ideas, she felt that since she found the right person, she directly cupped her hands at Ruchen and said: "Ye Weiyang, Shangxian San, Fengbei. We are looking for a painting related to a conspiracy. Legend has it that It was painted by Gongsun Mo 200 years ago, if Master Ruohua knows the whereabouts of this painting, please let me know, Fengbei is very grateful."

"Please call me little monk Ruchen, you can call me Master Hua." Ruchen waved his hands again and again to tell Fengbei not to bark. When he learned of Fengbei and Zheng Xiu's intentions, he suddenly realized The expression on his face: "It turns out that the two of you are also here for that painting!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Xiu quickly asked, "Where is the painting?"

Ruchen smiled slightly: "That painting is now in the hands of the master."

"Who is your master?"

"Master Yunliu Temple and so on."

"Wait, Master?"

Zheng Xiu was taken aback again when he heard the words.

This is an even weirder title than "Flower Monk".

What crouching dragon and phoenix chicks are hidden in Yunliu Temple?

Ruchen said: "Yes, Master, it is the famous 'Master Waiting' in Shuzhou."

Zheng Xiu looked at Fengbei.

Feng Bei nodded: "I once heard that in Shuzhou area, there was an old 'ascetic monk' who had stepped half a foot into the realm of a master. I don't know if he was talking about the master he said. Twelve Yue, who has been famous for a long time in Weiyang Central, also has a lot of taboos about him, and he doesn't want to mention it more."

Zheng Xiu knew that in the middle of the night, the level assessment of thaumaturgy was based on the measurement method of combat units.

It means how many warriors a thaumaturgy can fight, or how many commanders he can fight.

"Why did that painting fall into your hands?"

Zheng Xiu asked again.

Ruchen shook his head: "This little monk doesn't know anymore. About 20 days ago, the little monk was meditating in the house to exercise his mind. Suddenly he heard crows outside the house, and the little monk followed the sound, but saw the master coming back from outside the temple, hiding it in his sleeve. A piece of painting scroll. When the monk asked curiously, the master showed sadness, and only said that the old man came to visit, but he didn’t say much else. Since then, the painting has been kept by the master.”

The monk said honestly.

His expression is composed, not like a fake.

Zheng Xiu felt weird everywhere.

They worked so hard all the way south, entered Shuzhou, and searched for the cannibal painting for nearly a month, so they appeared in Yunliu Temple inexplicably?
"Walk."

Fengbei planned to go up the mountain overnight to find the painting.

"So urgent?"

Zheng Xiu always felt that something was wrong, so he asked Feng Bei casually.

"Brother Zheng is interested in that painting."

Fengbei replied with a slight smile.

After she finished speaking, she felt that there was something wrong with her words, so she turned her head and added: "Ye Weiyang's responsibility lies."

The beaten monk Ruchen took off his women's clothes and seemed to be another person.

If someone else's women's clothes were dismantled, they would definitely feel ashamed or behave abnormally.

But Ruchen stood there, communicating with Fengbei and Zheng Xiu, calm and composed, neither looking like a pervert, nor the shame of being exposed as a woman.

As it should be.

Ruchen listened to the conversation between Fengbei and Zheng Xiu, and said again: "If the two of you are really here for that painting, I advise you to come back."

Zheng Xiu asked: "Why?"

Ruchen: "Since the master got that painting by accident, many people got the news recently and wanted to take it by force, but the master said that that painting should not be in the world. The painting is an unimaginable disaster, it should be kept in Yunliu Temple and kept by him personally. No matter who it is, it is impossible for him to hand over that painting."

Feng Bei took it for granted, "It's okay, let's go up the mountain in person and meet Master for a while."

Ruchen was taken aback when he heard the words, and wanted to dissuade them politely, but he glanced at Fengbei, lowered his head and sighed softly: "Since the two of you have made up your mind, and for the sake of saving your life, I will introduce the two of you to the master to explain The two of you come here, I hope the master can change his mind."

Zheng Xiu smiled and cupped his hands towards Ruchen: "Master Ruchen."

"You don't dare to be a master, you can just call the little monk Ruchen."

"Good Huahua."

"A little monk is like dust."

"I know Master Huahua."

"……Please."

Zheng Xiu didn't expect that painting to be in Yunliu Temple.

At first, he thought that Yueyan's message "the flower is not in the temple" was a pun, referring to the flower monk and the cannibal painting.

Now that he saw Ruchen and Huahua, Zheng Xiu realized that what Yueyan said was "Monk Hua is not in Yunliu Temple", and that painting is in the temple.

Now that they found the cannibal painting, Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei thought of the same place.Although Zheng Xiu always felt that the process of the cannibal painting falling into Yunliu Temple was a bit weird, but the matter had come to this point, and he couldn't hide it.Feng Bei is right, [Zheng Shan] has sneaked into the door of the "painter", if you come across this painting and don't go to see it, you will inevitably regret it.

No matter what the reason, no matter what the weirdness is, it can't stop the hunk from going up the mountain.

"I want to go too."

At this time, Chu Susu, who was taking care of the wounded, came out of the broken house and raised her hand timidly.

Ruchen looked at Chu Susu in surprise, and sighed, "Are you still stealing?"

Chu Susu said angrily: "What's the matter if you don't steal? There are sixteen of us, who will support us?"

Ruchen sighed: "Heart disease is difficult to cure!"

Chu Susu shook her head vigorously: "I'm not sick!"

Listening to the conversation between the monk and the thief, Zheng Xiu rolled his eyes.I wanted to say, Monk, what right do you have to say about others, but you stole and disguised yourself.But when the words came to his lips, Zheng Xiu asked in bewilderment: "It's fine if she doesn't know. As an ascetic, you don't know that she is a kind of thaumaturgy?"

"Gateway? Thaumaturgy?" Ruchen showed a puzzled expression on his face, and then retorted: "You two misunderstood, the reason why the monk is a thief, and why he disguised himself as a woman and entered the brothel is due to the difficulties of the monk."

Zheng Xiu was curious: "Oh? What are your difficulties?"

Ruchen scratched his head: "What the little monk cultivates is 'Mind Zen'. You need to work hard on your mind and personally experience the suffering of all beings before you can practice."

When Zheng Xiu heard this, he felt that his pattern had been opened up by the monk, and he said in disbelief: "You mean, if you want to cultivate the 'Mind Zen', you must make yourself wear women's clothes, look like a down-and-out woman, and then you must sleep with a man ?”

Chu Susu blushed and jumped a few steps, as if Mr. Zheng Dashan was talking about dirty things that could stain ears.

The monk nodded: "Yes."

Zheng Xiu was even more puzzled. He was the king of bathing. Under his banner, there were some sisters who enjoyed it, so he blurted out with the intention of academic discussion: "Although Zheng can't empathize, he can understand. It's just that Master Chen, have you ever thought that some people think it is suffering, but some people may not think it is a kind of suffering. This is not that all living beings are suffering, so how can you sell yourself into a brothel as a kind of practice? "

To put it simply, some people feel bitter, others feel good, how can you be sure that others are bitter.

"Push!"

Feng Bei didn't tense up all of a sudden, covered his mouth and let out a laugh.

Ruchen was stunned, and suddenly he had nothing to say.

Chu Susu covered her face: "Uncle Zheng, can you stop talking!"

For her age, Zheng Xiu's words were obviously out of line.

Speaking of ascetics.

It is also necessary to mention the historical origins of hundreds of years ago.

There used to be "Buddhist monks" in this world.But not in Middle Earth, but in the Western Regions.

Hundreds of years ago, the last dynasty was called "Sheng Dynasty".

Buddhism in the Western Regions traveled east to the Dasheng Dynasty and spread Buddhist principles.

At that time, there were more and more monks who believed in Buddhism in Middle-earth. Like a prairie fire, the fire of faith intensified.

When the reigning emperor inspected the people's sentiments, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Looking at it from the present perspective, there was a vague trend of belief over imperial power at that time.

So there was the incident of "burning scriptures and burning temples" with mixed reviews in later generations.

In just one month, within the Dasheng Dynasty, all Buddhist temples were set ablaze, Buddha statues were smashed, and all Buddhist scriptures were burned to slag.

The Lord of the Great Sheng used this almost barbaric method to drive "Buddhism" out of China.

Later, the dynasties were changed, and the monarchs were replaced by generations. They learned lessons from history, and they would not introduce the Buddhist beliefs of the Western Regions into their territory.

Over time, the custom of ascetic monks burning incense and practicing penance has been handed down to some, but they no longer believe in the Buddha of the Western Regions, but for the sake of pain, self-cultivation, and self-belief, seeking a detachment of will.

They are today's ascetic monks.

The practice of an ascetic monk lies in one word - suffering.

Some ascetic monks abstain from meat and alcohol, some ascetic monks walk around the world on foot, and some ascetic monks flog themselves every day.

There are all kinds of strange ways of self-abuse.

In the past, Zheng Xiu felt that ascetic monks were a group of perverts with twisted hearts.

Now that the door is hidden in the city, seeing Ruchen, Zheng Xiu feels that they are perverts.

No, it is a pervert who is a pervert without knowing it.

Simply tidy up, the macho man, Feng Bei, and the monk are going to go up the mountain overnight to Yunliu Temple.

Ruchen agreed to introduce the two masters, Zheng Xiu's move in front of the brothel was not in vain.

"Wait, didn't you hear what I said just now?"

Chu Susu looked eager to try, but watched the three of them put her aside, walked out of the courtyard of the house, and hurriedly chased her out.

Zheng Xiu replied: "I heard that, but why take you there? We don't know you well."

Fengbei nodded, that's the reason.

Ruchen clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and smiled: "Miss Susu, there is no cure for your heart disease. I hope you wash your hands as soon as possible, and don't steal again."

Zheng Xiu really wanted to tell the monk that you are the least qualified to say such things.

You can become a thief and a prostitute if you cultivate, right?

"But,"

Chu Susu's face showed bitterness, but there was a hint of cunning in her eyes, and she raised a waist card in her hand.

"I might be able to steal it for you."

Feng Bei was taken aback, and looked down at his waist.

The waist card that Chu Susu held in her hand said "Shangxian San".

The dignified night is young, one of December, the third winding, Fengbei.

It was stolen again.

(End of this chapter)