God rewards those who work hard: Awakening Daily Practice Settlement

"The Venerable has not yet passed away and reincarnated, and is still in the last moments of death..." The round-faced elder said this in a low voice.

Huiming's expression suddenly turned ugly: "How could this be?"

The round-faced elder said indifferently: "This is fate. Now the undercurrent is surging, you must not act impulsively. This is not my intention, but the intention of the higher-ups."

Huiming narrowed his eyes.

After hearing what Huihai, the senior brother from the West Court, said, he calmed down.

With a cold face, he turned around and said to Pei Daoye: "Yuantong, go to the destiny hall in front and ask the destiny master to record your Dharma name, read your destiny and receive the precepts."

Pei Daoye was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he was Yuantong.

Sorry... this damn sense of incongruity, actually I prefer the Buddhist name Dongfeng.

Silently withdrawing his gaze.

Even though he wanted to know more about the power succession structure of Shengtuo Temple so as to judge what he would face next.

But this cheap master had already given the order, so as a disciple he had no choice but to obey. He responded honestly and walked with his head down into the hall in front of him where a sweet aroma wafted continuously.

At this time, Huiming's voice sounded behind him: "Brother, do you think I should be patient?"

"A little impatience can ruin a big plan. It's time for you to move to a new position. Don't you want to be the head of the Discipline Hall?"

Huiming was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "This should have been my position."

"..."

……

Pei Daoye stepped into the fortune-telling hall.

In the lobby, the fragrance lingers in the air without wind.

At the door, several monks in yellow robes were carefully cleaning the incense table and the floor with brooms and rags.

A strange feeling came over me.

Pei Daoye looked and saw a statue in the hall facing the entrance.

That's where the weird feeling comes from.

The darkness just fell around the statue, shrouding it in darkness.

It was not until Pei Daoye approached within ten meters that he could see the true appearance of the statue.

The statue has a human body and a bird's head, with a pair of golden wings on its back. Its six outstretched arms hold a bloody bull's head, a scepter made of the skull of some unknown creature, and even a jade skull...

The statue is standing on a glowing blood-red lotus.

The color is gloomy and mysterious.

It's just the lotus throne connected to it.

It looks like a pink skull.

——What kind of dark style is this?
Pei Daoye felt strange.

After entering this hall, he did not feel the slightest bit of weirdness lingering around...

Nothing unusual was noticed from the successive rosy skulls.

Just watching these weird things come together...

The scene I saw was extremely strange!

Damn, what is going on?
His gaze quickly shifted to the yellow-robed monks who were busy working in the hall.

Just when he was about to ask a nearby monk about fortune-telling and ordination, a yellow-robed monk approached from inside, bowed to Pei Daoye and said, "Uncle Jieji's disciple, please follow me here to record your Dharma name."

Pei Daoye bowed in return.

Following behind the yellow-robed monk who looked extremely handsome.

soon.

The two of them walked around the bird-headed statue and pushed open the small red door behind it.

The light around suddenly dimmed.

In the room behind the small door, a monk in a red robe was sitting cross-legged on a meditation bed. His face was full of wrinkles and his skin was loose, making him look extremely old.

After noticing Pei Daoye being brought in.

The red-robed old monk didn't even raise his eyelids and asked slowly, "What is your Dharma name?"

The young monk in yellow robe beside him turned his head and looked at Pei Daoye.

Pei Daoye immediately understood, took a step forward, bowed and said in a proper manner: "Master Huiming gave me the Dharma name 'Yuantong'."

“Yuantong…”

The red-robed old monk raised his head...

Pei Daoye quickly demonstrated how he wrote these two words.

Just as he opened his mouth, the old monk in red robe had already written the two words "Yuantong" in vermilion on the book on the desk in front of him.

Pei Daoye stared at it carefully for a while... Good, I couldn’t understand it.

At this time, the old monk in red robe was dragging an iron box under the bed with great effort.

Seeing how hard the old man was struggling, Pei Daoye wanted to go up and help out of humanitarianism, but the yellow-robed monk next to him suddenly reached out to stop him. He didn't say anything, but used his eyes to stop his next move.

Pei Daoye understood and returned to his seat.

The old monk in red robe opened the box at this time, and the contents inside were revealed.

A jade bowl with a human skull inlaid with gemstones...it's chilling.

A prayer wheel with ghostly symbols engraved on it.

There was also a thick blood-colored scroll, which exuded a strong smell of blood before it was even unfolded.

……

Pei Daoye couldn't help but deepen his stereotype of them.

He stared at Carmen calmly.

The old monk stood up the prayer wheel. He thought the pictures and texts wrapped on the prayer wheel were some kind of scriptures or spells, but they turned out to be six kinds of lifelike patterns, including flower crowns, bull heads, human figures, skulls, etc.

With his other hand, he spread out the bloody scroll and gestured:
"Reach out and press on the scroll. Press it as you wish."

He gave the order.

Pei Daoye said yes, without any delay, his palm directly touched the bloody scroll.

Pei Daoye sensed something was wrong the moment they made contact. Although his eyes saw that he was touching a piece of paper, it felt as if he had passed through the scroll and touched a chaotic space.

As the prayer wheel turned, my consciousness also dived into the wheel and I saw a bizarre picture like a kaleidoscope!

Those scenes are hard to describe in words.

It only lasted for a moment before it all disappeared without a trace.

This is also the time.

For some reason, the prayer wheel that had started turning suddenly stopped.

One pattern was facing Pei Daoye - it was the flower crown pattern in the six pictures.

"Oh." The old monk took a look at the pattern, nodded, and then poured all the incense ash in the iron box into the bone bowl.

He closed the bone bowl, and pulled out a piece of black felt cloth inlaid with gold silk thread from somewhere. With a light wave, he easily spread it on the table. Then he lightly tapped the bone bowl with his fingers. The crisp sound seemed to continue as if it started, and the whole time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Then, when the red-robed old monk uttered unclear syllables, this wonderful sound began to become mysterious.

Even if Pei Daoye concentrated and listened carefully, he could not hear clearly what he was reciting.

I can't help feeling sorry.

If this method of fortune-telling can be secretly learned and brought back to reality, then it can be independent in the future. The bottom of the bone bowl originally looked intact, but as the red-robed old monk kept shaking the bone bowl, incense ash actually fell out from the bottom.

When the incense ashes fell on the black felt cloth with golden threads, they gradually formed some messy patterns that seemed to contain some kind of information.

"It's the destiny of heaven." The old monk in red robe put down the bone bowl, looked at the pattern on the incense ash, raised his head and looked at Pei Daoye and said.

Pei Daoye didn't know why.

Fortune telling... From what Huiming said, it means using some ancient methods to judge a person's "roots".

However, this method is much more mysterious than the one used to test one's root bones at Xuanshan Gate.

The old monk said a few words to Su Wu calmly, then put all the bone bowls, prayer wheels and other things into the box and pushed it back under the bed behind him.

He looked down thoughtfully at the pattern made of incense ash on the felt cloth.

He then pulled out a manual that looked like it was made of leather.

He seemed to have some presbyopia, and he had to look further away before he could see the words clearly. Then he squinted his eyes, looked at the pattern on the felt cloth, and began to quickly flip through the leather manual.

Pei Daoye stood beside the old monk, staring at the book in the old monk's hand. He could vaguely see some strokes and markings on the book… Although he didn't understand them, it was never a bad thing to remember them.

Moreover, he saw that under each pattern, there were annotations written in secret characters...

Another secret treasure.

Zhuo Wushuang, how come you are illiterate?

Pei Daoye was so disappointed that he could only rely on the most stupid method of rote memorization.

"From now on, for the next three years, you are not allowed to eat beef, pork, or mutton, otherwise it will go against your destiny and will be a taboo. From now on, you must burn incense every day without slacking off for even a single day. At the same time, you must practice silent meditation for seven consecutive days every month, not saying a single word. You must not eat for three to seven days every month..."

A series of requests were put forward, which gave Pei Daoye a headache.

But he agreed to all of them.

This is Zhuo Wushuang's fate, not his... In the future, he must think of a way to strengthen his Yin corpses and transfer all these restrictive conditions to them. In this way, he will still be himself.

So good!

The old monk compared the patterns on the leather book and completed Pei Daoye's "fortune-telling".

From then on, Zhuo Wushuang, played by Pei Daoye, must take his words as a warning and stabilize the strange dragon in his body... and there will be no resurgence for at least three years.

The old monk in red robe patted his legs under his robe, looked up at Pei Daoye and said with a smile: "I just heard that your master is the elder of the Discipline Institute and has a high status. When the great elder passes away, he will be the first monk to inherit the position of the great elder of the Discipline Institute. If you follow him, you will be able to master the discipline and inherit his mantle in the future..."

That's going too far.

Pei Daoye nodded calmly.

"Yuan Hai, take him to Jing Lun Academy later and select some relevant books for him."

The old monk in red robe looked at the monk in yellow robe who was waiting impatiently beside him.

The yellow-robed monk quickly bowed and said "yes", then said to Pei Daoye: "Brother Yuantong, please follow me. I will arrange accommodation for you, and there are other things I need you to do."

"Thank you, senior brother."

After Pei Daoye bowed to the red-robed old monk, he said no more and followed the yellow-robed monk Yuanhai out of the small room.

When he came to the bird-headed statue holding up a strange object with six arms again, Pei Daoye couldn't help but lower his voice and asked Yuan Hai softly: "Brother Yuan Hai, may I ask the title of the person enshrined in this hall? I see that the thing held in the hands of this Buddha seems to be very... magical?"

"Oh, you mean Him? He is not the Buddha." Yuan Hai looked at Pei Daoye in surprise, as if he did not expect this man to be so lacking in common sense.

It is no exaggeration to say that even an ordinary farmer in this area can answer such common sense with his eyes closed, as there are Buddhist temples everywhere nowadays.

He retracted his gaze and whispered:

“The Three Corpse Gods are enshrined here.

As for the thing in his hand, it is the innate Taoist tool, the 'binding tool.'" Yuan Hai patiently explained to Pei Daoye.

Then he ignored him and led him out of the fortune-telling hall.

But Pei Daoye was quite curious.

An innate Taoist device...a binding device?
It sounds pretty cool.

It’s a pity that I can’t take it back.

Pei Daoye followed with some disinterest.

Afterwards, Yuan Hai led Pei Daoye to Jinglun Courtyard opposite the Discipline Courtyard.

I picked out some books for him so that he could understand the situation.

But when he learned that Pei Daoye was illiterate, he was dumbfounded.

"You...can't read?"

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, brother."

"That... is fine." Yuan Hai came to his senses and shook his head slightly: "Then I'll choose a few more introductory books on how to learn to read for you."

"Thank you, senior brother."

In the lobby of Jinglun Temple, Pei Daoye also saw the statues of the Three Corpse Gods again.

Moreover, this Three Corpse God also holds several binding instruments.

Fortunately, Yuan Hai did not show the cold attitude of stopping strangers, so he said a few more words.

Pei Daoye had a basic concept of Shengtuo Temple in his mind.

The contemporary abbot of Shengtuo Temple is about to pass away, and the eight binding instruments he needed for the Three Divine Mantras Binding Method were entrusted to the East and West Courts of Shengtuo Temple respectively.

When the reincarnated spirit boy improves his cultivation in the future, he will be able to master all eight binding instruments.

……

Pei Daoye was not unfamiliar with this process.

But this reincarnated child... is quite interesting.

Although he was a newcomer, he knew clearly that when the reincarnated spirit boy began to take back the binding device, it would mean that both the Eastern and Western Houses would hand over all power to him.

The transfer of power in this way...actually made Pei Daoye have some thoughts.

The Three Divine Mantras are not only a wonderful method to bind evil spirits, but also represent the supreme authority of Shengtuo Temple!

Huizi...could it be that you are my fate?

……

Pei Daoye was not arranged to live in the monastery where ordinary monks lived.

Just when Yuan Hai was about to take him there, a yellow-robed monk came with Huiming's instructions, and Pei Daoye was arranged to live in a side room in a separate courtyard.

This private courtyard will be where he and his cheap master Huiming live in the future.

It is quite quiet.

It seems that Master Huiming also realized that the abbot was dying at this moment, and undercurrents were surging in the entire Shengtuo Temple.

However, the fact that this cheap master kept him by his side showed that he really cared about him... If he had just said something verbally before, he would have ignored it and let Pei Daoye be ruthlessly crushed to death in the ensuing battle.

"What a troubled time."

Pei Daoye sighed softly.

At this moment Huiming was still discussing things in the main hall, and Pei Daoye was flipping through several books borrowed from Jinglun Academy in his residence.

Start learning from the most basic syllables...

As time went by, Pei Daoye mastered more and more secret languages ​​and characters, and he had a clearer understanding of the forces here.

However, the power struggle had little appeal to him. Instead, he often went to the Sutra Hall to borrow books.

But nothing was more attractive to him than the Sutra Repository!
"Master, I will lend you three books today, and another three books tomorrow... If you don't lend them, you are ignorant." (End of this chapter)