Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 120: Arrogant at First and Respectful Later

Monk Qieci almost thought there was something wrong with his eyes.

Eight demons?

Tigers, foxes, dragonflies, snakes, cows, pigs, monkeys, and yakshas. The scenes reflected in the mirror are like entering a zoo of rare birds and animals.

Looking more closely, the mirror surface was extremely clear, without even a trace of the evil gray or black.

According to Buddhism, this is a glass heart that is not stained by dust.

With eight demons surrounding him, can his mind still be as clear as glass?

What a freak!

In his more than 100 years of life, Monk Qieci had never seen such a strange sight.

When he looked at the burly young man's bone age and cultivation level, he took a deep breath.

Only nineteen years old?

Or is it the perfection of internal organs?

"This is unreasonable!"

Monk Qieci couldn't help it, so he held up the mirror and followed the three people closely.

He looked at the burly young man for a while, then at the bronze mirror in his hand, his eyes moving left and right so fast that they almost left an afterimage.

He really couldn't figure it out.

The devil is both the support of martial arts and the manifestation of the negative emotions of the martial artist himself.

Correspondingly, the more martial arts one learns, the easier it is to be eroded by extreme negative emotions, and the more confused the martial artist's mind will become.

Once the mind is in a mess and the brain is a mess, not to mention practicing martial arts, even normal life will be a problem.

Therefore, any truly advanced martial arts will only serve as a demon before reaching the Huangting realm.

As for refining the true qi, that is another matter.

But this young man in front of me, at the age of nineteen, was able to break through his internal organs, so he could be called a genius.

What's more, the other party has not only learned one martial art, but eight martial arts, and there is no apparent connection between these eight martial arts.

From the bone mirror, it can be seen that only the Yaksha, the pig and the ape are at the level of internal organs, while the bull-headed ghost is a little worse, and seems to be still refining the acupoints.

As for the rest, it was obvious that they were all muscles and there was no room for improvement.

With so many demons surrounding him, it was a miracle that he didn't go crazy. However, not only did he cultivate to the internal organs level, he didn't even show any signs of being eroded by evil spirits.

This is like randomly taking a dish from each of eight households and mixing them together into a pot of stew. The result is that not only is the taste not bad, it is even at the level of a state banquet.

This is almost impossible to happen, but it is happening right before my eyes.

If there was no problem with Taiyi Zhenren's bone mirror, then it could only mean one thing -

The person in front of me is truly a one in a million genius!
"A genius like this should inherit my mantle, uphold justice, and do his best for the people of the world!"

After a brief moment of shock, only ecstasy remained on Monk Qieci's face.

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

I was originally planning to leave Tiangu Temple, but unexpectedly, the path took a turn and I picked up a rare piece of jade.

"Okay, okay, with eight demons on your side, if it were anyone else, they wouldn't dare take you."

"But I, a monk, have a solution to this problem!"

Monk Qieci's eyes were filled with smiles, and he had already started planning how to test and try this new disciple.

There is no shortage of geniuses in the world, but there are very few strong people who have a compassionate heart.

Monk Qieci deeply detested the decadent and corrupt atmosphere among monks, and his expectations for his successors were far more than just passing on one or several martial arts.

It is precisely because of this that he has been alone until now, with only De Zheng as his half-student.

But this is the Buddhist Dharma that he practices, and this is his original mind.

If you put in a lot of effort, all you get is the ability to move mountains and fill the sea, but nothing else.

So, is the one you taught a living Buddha or a demon in robes?
But just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a quarrel.

The older voice sounded smug, while the younger voices sounded angry.

There was another voice that seemed calm, but in fact it was turbulent.

"You are the Elder Yuanhua that Master mentioned, right? Do you have any important business here?"

As Li Cunxiao spoke, he turned his eyes and glanced at the young monk behind the middle-aged monk.

It was this monk named Mingzhu who came forward and asked all sorts of questions after the three people entered the door.

The three men didn't know each other's identities, and because they didn't sense any malicious intent, they didn't want to drive them away rudely, so they were delayed for a while.

Unexpectedly, just a short while later, Monk Yuanhua came quickly, as if he was waiting for them specially.

"What elder? Just call me uncle. Your master and I were old friends. Why should we be so distant?"

Yuanhua had a greasy smile on his face as he looked at the three of them one by one, especially lingering on Zhang Yuelu's face for a moment.

"From the looks of it, this girl is Zhang Lishi's daughter. The two young men are led by the older one."

"Hahahaha, it's nothing serious. We're all family and friends, I just want to help you."

"Aren't you here to sign up for the Obon Festival? You've come to the wrong place."

"Or are you here to ask for medicine?"

"You may not know, my nephew, that the elixirs from the Medicine King Academy are always extremely valuable. Without some rare treasure, it would be very difficult to obtain a single elixir."

Yuanhua looked as if he had suddenly realized something, and took two steps forward calmly, his eyes fixed on the saddlebag on Li Cunxiao's chest.

"How about letting your uncle take a look at it for you?"

Li Cunxiao immediately protected the two people behind him and took a few steps back.

"Master, we appreciate your kindness. It's just a small matter, why should you worry about it?"

"That's my fault."

There was no trace of embarrassment on Yuanhua's face, and he calmly withdrew his outstretched hand.

He is the deacon of the Arhat Hall of Tiangu Temple, so of course he would not do something like robbing in broad daylight.

Not only will it be disgraceful, but it will also give people something to talk about.

However, Li Cunxiao's straightforward refusal made him more certain that the other party did have some rare treasures.

Moreover, it must be a rare treasure that everyone in Yaowangyuan values.

Otherwise, there would be no reason for Zhang Lishi to bypass him and specially send several disciples over.

The monk who was not afraid of Yuanjue's revenge like himself must at least be from the Alchemy Room of Yaowangyuan, or the head monk of one of its branches.

"What a great man, Mr. Zhang Li! After being away from the state capital for a few years, he has developed a bit of a temper."

"You rejected my offer and still want to find another supporter in the temple? It won't be that easy."

Yuanhua's expression suddenly turned cold.

"Since you don't appreciate my kindness, I'd like to ask."

"If you want to register for the Ullambana Festival, you should go to the side door opposite. There will naturally be a deacon named Yuanjue in charge there."

"If not, you are not monks of this temple, so why are you sneaking around here?"

"What's in this bag? Is it a poison powder weapon?"

"What are your intentions? What is your purpose for coming here?!"

Yuanhua's voice was not loud, but his tone became increasingly harsh.

Zhang Yuelu and Ye Chengxiao were shocked and angry when they heard this. At the same time, they couldn't help but look back nervously, fearing that the other party would call Yuanjue immediately.

Li Cunxiao looked at the middle-aged monk's righteous words and his face gradually became gloomy.

threaten me?
"What if I, a mere junior, threaten you?"

"You are the ones who are asking for help, so understand your position."

Yuanhua didn't make any extra movements, just looked at the three people expressionlessly.

Mingzhu had already dispersed with several disciples from the Arhat Hall, blocking their way.

He was confident that there was no need for a major conflict; simply maintaining the current situation would ensure the other side would succumb to the pressure and yield. Yuanhua had been a deacon for over a decade and was well past the age of aggressiveness.

Fighting and killing will only bring temporary pleasure but will leave a mess behind.

On the contrary, he was doing this now, defeating the enemy without fighting. Even if someone asked him about it later, he could say that he had done nothing.

Yes, what did he do? He just stood at the door and said a few words.

The other party wants to give the thing, so what does it have to do with him?
Yuan Hua had already declared his victory in his heart, and seeing that Li Cunxiao still did not move, he was about to say something to put pressure on him.

But suddenly, for some reason, a chill ran down my back.

Dense goose bumps popped up under his skin, and he couldn't help but shiver.

What's going on? Is someone watching me?!

The abnormal situation immediately aroused Yuan Hua's vigilance. He scanned the area with his eyes and almost immediately locked onto the target.

Because the other person was standing so clearly in the open space in front of the side door of the temple, and people coming and going around him seemed to be unable to see him.

"I"

Yuanhua was horrified to find that his mouth seemed to be sewn shut with needles. Not only could he not speak, he couldn't even hum.

What was even more terrifying was that the blood and true energy in his body seemed to have disappeared. No matter how he called out in his heart, it was like a drop in the ocean.

He remained in this zombie-like state, watching the fat monk in cloth clothes walk towards him step by step.

The latter first glanced at one of the three people with some admiration, then turned to look at Yuanhua with cold eyes.

He walked straight past a few people and threw down a few words lightly.

"Let them stay, and you come with me."

call!
It was as if a mirror was broken, Yuanhua gasped violently, his eyes full of fear.

However, beside him, Li Cunxiao and his three companions, Mingzhu and several Luohan Hall disciples were all looking at him with confusion, as if they had no idea what had just happened.

"Could it be that this person's training went awry and he's on the verge of becoming possessed?"

After what happened with Murong Bo, Li Cunxiao became extremely wary of such things, and subconsciously took a few steps back to protect Ye Chengxiao and Zhang Yuelu.

"Three, three nephews, please stay here for now and don't move. I'll be back soon. Mingzhu, please invite your fellow disciples to have some tea. Don't just stand there!"

Yuanhua forced a smile, said a few words hurriedly, then immediately turned around and ran into the temple.

Seeing this, Li Cunxiao immediately wanted to take his men and escape.

But Mingzhu was an obedient man. He quickly stepped forward and tried to grab the former's arm.

Li Cunxiao's eyes immediately turned cold.

A month of trekking through mountains and rivers and sleeping in the open air turned him into a tiger that is always vigilant.

Subconsciously, murderous intent burst out from his body.

Mingzhu's heart trembled, and his palm stopped in mid-air, but he still faithfully carried out his master's order and blocked the way for several people to leave.

"Guys, please."

"Senior Brother," Ye Chengxiao and Zhang Yuelu were undecided for a moment.

This is Tiangu Temple, not the Flying Tiger Escort Agency. If we take action here, we will be ignoring the majesty of the Songzhou Overlord.

By then, I'm afraid Yuanjue will be the first to volunteer to help the sect eliminate the disrespectful people.

"No need for tea, we'll just wait here."

Li Cunxiao glanced behind him and saw that the registration office was still crowded with people and very busy. No one noticed this place for the time being.

What the hell is Yuan Hua doing?

"Senior, I'm here, are you there?"

Yuanhua was trembling with fear, and after he walked to the screen wall, his legs and feet were shaking.

"Let me ask you, in the ninth chapter of the Samyukta Āgama, how did the Buddha teach his disciples?"

A low voice came from behind. Yuanhua didn't dare to look back, his face bitter.

Bad luck!

As soon as he heard this, he knew in his heart that he must have encountered an old-fashioned Buddhist who adhered strictly to dogma.

But he dared not not answer:
"If a monk or a Buddhist accepts and keeps gold, silver, and other valuables for himself, it is not pure. If one accepts and keeps gold, silver, and other valuables for himself, it is not in the way of a monk or a Buddhist."

"Just remember it. Knowingly committing a crime is aggravated!"

Qici's expression turned even colder when he heard this. He skillfully took out a ruler from the patched cloth bag and hit Yuanhua's bald head with it.

Aaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!
A heart-wrenching pain erupted from his body, and Yuanhua's head felt like it was about to split.

Even under severe pain, the brain went blank and was unable to think, but not even a sound could be made.

However, the true energy and blood in the body seemed to be locked and could not move at all.

There seemed to be many afterimages appearing in front of my eyes, and there seemed to be countless bees buzzing in my ears.

This trance-like state seemed to last for a long time, yet it also seemed to last only a few breaths.

When Yuanhua regained consciousness, the monk Qieci's next words instantly made his heart sink to the bottom.

"At the Ullambana Festival, the Buddha said that the suffering of sentient beings is mostly due to not observing the precepts and indulging in lust."

"The people are poor and barely have enough food and clothing, so we cannot blame them for pursuing their appetites."

"But you are not one of the ordinary people who are naked and hungry. You are a monk who has received the precepts and is a steward of the Arhat Hall!"

"You chant Amitabha Buddha with your mouth, but your heart is thinking about gold, silver and happiness!"

"You even threatened the younger generation and openly demanded bribes—the face of Buddhism has been completely disgraced by you scum!"

"If you were my disciple, I would have crippled your cultivation long ago and made you a miscellaneous monk pouring night incense to educate you!"

Another ruler was used to hit him, causing him severe pain, as if his soul was about to ascend to heaven.

"Senior, please have mercy!"

Yuanhua recovered, but could no longer control the fear in his heart, and turned around and was about to kneel down.

But Qici frowned and pulled down another foot, causing the latter to freeze in pain and unable to move.

"No kneeling!"

"You are the deacon of Tiangu Temple and a disciple of Master Dezheng. I have always been a reasonable person and would not interfere in other people's affairs."

"How to deal with you will naturally be decided by virtue. Now, tell me what happened between you and those youngsters."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Hua felt as if he had been saved, and he fluently recounted the whole story of Zhang Lishi's visit.

No matter what, letting the abbot decide the fate of his family can at least save his life.

But what frightened him was that the abbot of Tiangu Temple was just a junior in the mouth of this senior.

I'm afraid I can't keep my own cultivation.
"So they want you to do something," Monk Qieci frowned even deeper when he heard about Yuanjue's deeds.

But the corruption of the Zen temple did not happen overnight, and dealing with the scum will take a lifetime, but the most important thing at the moment is to pass on one's own mantle.

"Since they want to sign up for the Yulan Festival, then you can help them sign up."

"However, don't report their registration yet."

"Just bring it to Dezheng's Zen room and find me."

After saying this, Monk Qieci put away his ruler, and his eyes seemed to penetrate through the walls of the courtyard, and he saw Li Cunxiao outside the door, ready to take action and run away with his men at any time.

"He is a genius, who else can guide him onto the right path except this humble monk?"

Before he finished speaking, the man had disappeared from the spot.

For a moment, Yuanhua felt like a person who was rescued from drowning, feeling as if he was in another world.

When I came to my senses, I felt only relief.

"This senior seems to be taking care of Zhang Lishi's juniors."

"Fortunately, I didn't offend him too badly. There's still room for recovery."

"My cultivation still has room for recovery!"

Thinking of this, Yuan Hua immediately strode out of the temple gate and showed the most sincere smile he had ever seen in his life to the vigilant Li Cunxiao and the other two:
"Nephew, everything that just happened was a misunderstanding!"

(End of this chapter)