Changsheng starts from taking care of the painted skin master

Chapter 15: The Abbot of Jizhao Monastery
"Run away?"

It was the first time that Li Changsheng saw Zhong Sanniang so panicked and terrified.

Abbot?

Who the hell is this abbot that Bai Jie mentioned?

So terrifying?
Zhong Sanniang is already in the early third level, and she also has the divine power of Tiangang, which makes her indestructible. Even if she encounters fifth-level monsters and demons, she will not be so frightened.

Boom!
It seemed as if a clear sound of a wooden fish rang in his ears, stopping Zhong Sanniang's panicked escape towards the outside of Dawang Village.

Li Changsheng's eyes widened, the world before his eyes had completely changed.

He seemed to have crossed space and arrived at a mysterious hillside, surrounded by shady trees, the environment was quiet, and there was a fresh and elegant atmosphere everywhere.

"Is this the real ghost cave!?"

Li Changsheng and Zhong Sanniang asked through telepathic communication.

"Yes, this is a ghost den that is at least at the level of a ghost king. We have been enveloped by its ghost den."

Zhong Sanniang's voice was full of solemnity.

Bai Jie’s Dawang Village can at best be regarded as a prototype of a ghost den. Although it has some of the mysteries of a ghost den, it cannot be compared with a real ghost den.

The real ghost den is like an independent world.

The master is the ruler of this world.

One thought can change the world, and divine power is limitless.

"The other party didn't kill us directly, so we shouldn't act rashly. We are definitely not able to defeat them!"

Zhong Sanniang reminded solemnly.

"I see!"

Li Changsheng sheathed his sword and looked at this den of evil with some curiosity.

I have to say that this is truly a poetic and picturesque paradise, so beautiful that it makes people forget their fear and terror.

Li Changsheng walked forward along the stone steps of the tree-lined path.

Because there is no road behind.

He couldn't get out.

Anyway, he has died once, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

People die and birds turn to the sky.

Maybe after death, we will continue to travel to the next world.

“It feels exactly like the real world.”

Walking on the neat stone steps and breathing the fresh air, Li Changsheng found it hard to believe that this was a den of ghosts.

"Ghosts are not necessarily illusions."

Zhong Sanniang said:
"Take Bai Jie for example. If one day she becomes the Ghost King and truly turns Dawang Village into her ghost den, Dawang Village will also become a part of her ghost den. This is all true."

"I see!"

Li Changsheng nodded secretly. The dense forests on both sides were mysterious and quiet, and there were countless exotic flowers and plants in various colors along the way.

These colorful flowers and plants, one bunch next to another, one flower after another, piled up against each other, form a flower path, as if sending you the warmest welcome.

Go up the stone steps for several hundred steps and you will see a clear view.

He raised his head and looked around.

The peaks are verdant and the streams are gurgling.

The warm and humid air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants.

An ancient and profound temple stands quietly in this poetic and picturesque mountain forest, quiet and peaceful, beautiful and pure.

"Jizoan!?"

When Li Changsheng saw the three large gold-plated characters hanging high on the temple gate, Zhong Sanniang's horrified voice rang in his heart.

"Master's wife, do you know Jizhao Temple?"

He had heard of this name in his previous life. It was known as the most beautiful nunnery, located at the foot of Cangshan Mountain in Dali, deep in Shengying Peak.

However, he had never heard of the Jizhao Temple in this world.

He was just a small figure before and had never left Nanshan County.

“I’ve only heard of it!”

Zhong Sanniang said in a serious tone:
"Ji Zhao Nunnery is located on Cangshan Mountain in Qingzhou. It is a very famous temple, but for some unknown reason a hundred years ago, it mysteriously disappeared, along with Cangshan Mountain."

"In the past hundred years, Jizhao Temple has occasionally appeared, but it has become a great terror, appearing and disappearing mysteriously."

Li Changsheng nodded secretly. It was obvious that the entire Cangshan Mountain had been integrated into the ghost den.

"Feeling leads to understanding, silence illuminates"

He stared at the three big characters "Jizhao Temple". It sounded like a quiet and cold place, but it didn't feel cold here. Instead, it felt like a colorful world.

There is a pool in front, and the water comes from the snow on the top of Cangshan Mountain.

There is a Bodhi tree by the pond, and the sunlight shines through the leaves, dappling the ground.

A breeze blew, leaves fluttered gently, and the light and shadow became blurred and ethereal.

Under the tree, the roots of the Bodhi tree seem to be sitting cross-legged, which has a bit of Zen interest and empty and quiet beauty.

"I am interested in this abbot!"

Li Changsheng raised his foot and stepped into the temple gate.

Entering the temple, it feels like you have come to a sea of ​​flowers.

The ground, walls, tables and eaves are surrounded by flowers. There is no smell of incense in the air, but instead it is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

There were faint sounds of wooden fish and chanting coming from the hall inside. Li Changsheng's mind was empty, and he had the thought of letting go of the four elements and converting to Buddhism.

"Fuck!"

Li Changsheng hastened to dispel this thought, but it seemed to be of no use under the Sanskrit chanting. Fortunately, he could feel the warmth and closeness of his master's wife.

He was suddenly filled with lust, his head was as big as an ox, and he completely suppressed the influence of the Sanskrit sound.

really.

No matter how powerful you are, you cannot defeat the instinct of my life.

After walking through the corridors, we arrived at the entrance of the main hall. "Bai Jie?"

Li Changsheng saw that the ghost who was almost shot to death by him before was now like a nun waiting to practice, sitting quietly on the cushion, beating the wooden fish in his hand and chanting along.

In front of her was a nun who was ready to practice Buddhism.

The nun sat there quietly, beating a wooden fish and chanting scriptures. The faint sunlight shone on her, as if covering her with a layer of holy golden clothes.

Sacrosanct!

Just like the Buddha's celestial maiden, and also like the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara.

She is like the embodiment of holiness and beauty. Just her back is enough to make people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

It was as if everything was empty and she was the only one left.

"Master Jizhao!"

As soon as he saw her, Li Changsheng knew her identity.

That is the owner of this ghost den.

The terror that can kill him with just one finger!
"My name is Li Changsheng, nice to meet the abbot!"

He bowed his hand.

Abbot Jizhao was still beating the wooden fish and chanting scriptures, and Bai Jie did the same, as if she didn't see them.

Li Changsheng had no choice but to wait patiently.

Most of the day passed.

Abbess Jizhao showed no sign of stopping, as if her life was just about sitting there, beating the wooden fish and chanting scriptures.

"I am Li Changsheng, sorry for disturbing you, Master! Please forgive me!"

He spoke again, but still no response.

He wanted to go in and take a look.

I just raised my foot, but I couldn't take a step forward.

He knew he couldn't get in.

Don't force it either.

He wandered around, trying to see if he could leave the den of evil.

You can't just sit there and wait to be forced.

Not long after.

He came to a meditation room.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstone here.

There are also some calligraphy and paintings, which seem to have been created by the abbot of Jizhao Temple in his spare time, but unfortunately they are of no use.

He visited all the places that could be visited in Jizhao Temple.

Still can't get out.

"Could it be that the nunnery abbess is lonely and seeing how handsome I am, she wants to keep me here to entertain her?"

Li Changsheng muttered to himself.

"Don't talk nonsense. If we anger the abbot of Jizhao Temple, we will all die!"

Zhong Sanniang said fiercely.

He started to recite the spell to tighten the hoop.

"hiss!"

Li Changsheng trembled and felt that his head was about to be crushed by the golden hoop.

"Master's Wife, you are too cruel. Aren't you afraid of making a mistake, using too much force, and losing your sexual happiness?"

Li Changsheng's eyes were full of resentment.

"Do you think my Vajra Indestructible Magical Power is just for show?"

Zhong Sanniang now also knows that Li Changsheng can copy her magical powers.

Therefore, there is no need to worry about using too much force and crushing Li Changsheng's head.

[Source Point +1]

After playing around with Zhong Sanniang for a while, it was considered a way to have some fun in the midst of suffering.

Looking at the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, Li Changsheng was bored and felt something in his heart, so he started to write:

【To the Abbot of Jizhao Temple】

[The high footsteps from afar continue the covered basin, and the desolate niche is the predecessor. 】

【I wipe my eyes leisurely in the shadow of the beautiful peak, and see the deep clouds but no one is there. 】

Zhong Sanniang muttered silently in her heart, and the horror and shock in her eyes became even stronger.

I didn't expect that Li Changsheng could write such a poem.

Without a deep understanding of the natural scenery and the tranquility of Zen, it would be impossible to write about it.

"Leading the high footsteps from afar and continuing the journey"

"The high ones are the sun and moon with surging winds and clouds, and the low ones are the stars with yin and yang melting. The two interweave to paint a picture of ever-changing changes."

The more Zhong Sanniang read, the more amazed she was.

"A desolate niche is the predecessor"

"The niche is like the niche of life. All niches, whether they are niches for books, niches for pagodas and temples, or niches for residences, are like one world. But here, it is the desolation and silence of life. Therefore, the word niche is the initial enlightenment for people."

Zhong Sanniang was surprised and said:

"When did you develop such literary talent and insight?"

She would not be surprised at all if Li Changsheng wrote some obscene poems and lyrics, but how could he write such a lofty poem?

Li Changsheng did not answer, but looked at the information in front of him in shock:
[Bond Points +10]

It doesn’t belong to the master’s wife, but to the abbot of Jizhao Temple.

(End of this chapter)