Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 121 Chapter 120 Please whip me!
"Yuanhua's reaction is so weird."

In the small courtyard of the escort agency, Zhang Lishi and the Cui brothers frowned after hearing the ins and outs of the three people's trip.

"This man is greedy for money and will take advantage of others. I'm not surprised that he would resort to intimidation and extortion."

"But you're sure that person is Yuan Hua, even if he doesn't take any benefits and actively helps others?"

"Master, we also find it strange."

Li Cunxiao felt uncomfortable when he thought of the other person's flattering smile.

They were clearly just going in and out of the temple gate, but Yuanhua's attitude suddenly took a sharp turn.

Not only did he not ask for any benefits, he even took the initiative to take out the roster and helped several people register, thus avoiding the risk of being discovered by Yuanjue.

His enthusiastic attitude was as if he was facing not a junior of his former junior fellow apprentice, but his own ancestor.

So weird.

Therefore, when registering their age and cultivation level, Zhang Yuelu and Ye Chengxiao filled in the information truthfully.

But Li Cunxiao was cautious and reported his age as older and his cultivation level as lower.

Twenty-nine years old, with full muscles.

This level of ability puts him in the upper middle position among the people queuing up, but he is not the top one.

It won't be looked down upon, nor will it attract too much attention.

But Yuan Hua still wrote it down without thinking, just like he did to Ye Chengxiao and Zhang Yuelu.

There was no bone scanning to determine age, nor was there any fighting to determine cultivation level.

He wrote whatever the three men said, as if he was giving them a wide berth, leaving Li Cunxiao with no way out.

He was arrogant at first but respectful later, which was extremely strange.

"That's all, let's take it one step at a time."

Zhang Lishi really couldn't figure out a solution, so he had to give up.

As long as he could participate in the Ullambana Festival, he believed that with Li Cunxiao's talent, he would definitely shock everyone.

Not only can he become the disciple of the abbot, he might even be noticed by the Dezheng Abbot.

By then, with the vast resources of Tiangu Temple, switching to martial arts would no longer be a problem.

The remaining spiritual herbs can be given to the abbot Decong to see if he can obtain a spiritual pill to reattach the severed limbs for his eldest disciple.

It is not easy for a master to keep things balanced.

"Alright, there's still a month until the Yulan Festival, so everyone should go and practice."

"Yes, Master."

Li Cunxiao returned to his own courtyard and gave instructions to his younger brother and Wei He as usual.

The former's muscles and bones have not yet fully developed, so he can only practice some basic punches and kicks.

The latter, however, was quite talented, and his blood circulation was almost complete.

Qin Yu saw that he was about to be surpassed by the newcomers, so he worked even harder during this period of time.

"Forget it. No matter what Yuan Hua's plan is, as long as I'm strong, I won't be worried about him."

Li Cunxiao sat cross-legged. Among the five internal organs, the liver wood, heart fire, and spleen earth were pushed, and the lung metal essence was gradually filled.

The God of Wind was like a supervisor, blowing strong winds, which made the Bull-Headed Ghost work more diligently and tirelessly in the acupoints.

He should be able to refine his lungs by early next month.

In this way, only one organ is missing, and the internal organs will be complete!

"Master Dezheng!"

Monk Qieci walked happily to the door of the abbot's meditation room of Tiangu Temple, and the door opened in response.

In the room, De Zheng boiled a pot of hot water and prepared to make tea.

Monks do not eat the five pungent vegetables, namely onions, garlic, leeks, shallots, and asafoetida.

These foods have a strong smell, which is disrespectful to the master. Secondly, if the desire for the mouth is strong, the desire for the mind will be strong, which is believed to affect the practice.

Therefore, when De Zheng drinks tea, he does not add any seasonings. He just grinds the tea cakes and beats them with a tea whisk to make the tea soup smooth and green in color.

"Did something good happen to you, Senior?"

Dezheng had known Monk Qieci for many years and knew that although this fat monk often laughed, he was rarely truly happy.

At this time, the other party patted his belly lightly, put the cloth bag under his buttocks, picked up a cup of tea on the low table, and his expression and behavior were all relaxed.

Dezheng couldn't help but wonder, could there really be a hidden gem in Songzhou City? And it just happened to be found by the other party?

He asked whatever he thought of, and Monk Qieci did not hide anything.

He stretched out his hands and pressed his eight fingers forward.

"Eight. A full eight demons are within him, yet his heart is like glass, spotless."

"Tell me, is this a good seedling that can achieve the Tathagata?"

"Eight demons?!"

De Zheng was also stunned when he heard this, and repeated it subconsciously.

"Yes," Monk Qieci nodded.

"Spotless?!"

"Hmm," the voice rose a degree, and the corners of the mouth on the chubby face tilted upwards.

There was a long silence, and for a moment the only sound in the Zen room was the sound of sipping tea.

Dezheng sighed deeply.

"Senior, if you have a good disciple, just take him away quietly. Why bother coming here to see me make a fool of myself?"

"Such a genius, I almost felt greedy and resentful just now."

Monk Qieci chuckled and said, "An honest man does not do shady things."

"I have always been upright in my life. This time, I owe you a favor."

"Besides, I do want to accept this apprentice, but I won't accept him right away."

Upon hearing this, De Zheng seemed to think of something in the past and smiled with nostalgia.

"It seems that this junior brother will also need to be tested by you?"

Back then, De Zheng met Qi Ci by chance. Qi Ci thought that De Zheng had intelligence and talent, but did not accept him as his disciple.

After observing De Zheng for a whole year and setting dozens of tests, he finally recognized him.

They felt that he had "acceptable character" and would not "defile the monks", so they recommended him to study under the previous abbot of Tiangu Temple.

Even for such a recommendation, Monk Qieci was so meticulous.

When it comes to the disciples who may inherit his mantle in the future, I am afraid the level of strictness will have to be raised to a higher level.

"Senior, accepting me as your disciple is a matter of your word, but I still want to give you some advice."

"After all, the world today is different from what it was back then."

"The world is crumbling and will collapse at any moment. Time waits for no one."

"If you truly care about the lives of the people and wish to cultivate a successor who possesses true compassion and great supernatural powers, then now is the time to be flexible."

"I know exactly what you said," Monk Qieci sighed.

The morals of the world are declining, and people's hearts are no longer as they used to be. Among the monks today, many seek supernatural powers, but few seek the Dharma.

Originally, if there were no Buddhist teachings, there would be no supernatural powers.

Nowadays, no one studies Buddhism because there are no supernatural powers.

He was deeply worried about this, but even if he could move mountains and fill the sea, he could not change the minds of millions of people.

"Actually, I originally planned to have that junior go to the Arhat Hall in your temple to hone his skills for a year or so."

De Zheng was speechless for a moment.

He understood Monk Qieci's plan. Since he wanted to accept a disciple, it was impossible for him to allow that young man to participate in the Yulan Festival and be selected by the various abbots.

But if he accepted him as a disciple directly, he was afraid that after the other party knew the identity of his master, he would become famous overnight and his mentality would become inflated, which would be detrimental to his state of mind.

As troubled times approach, each school and sect places even greater emphasis on the talents of their disciples.

As for one's character, as long as one is resilient and has a heart for martial arts.

Morally speaking, we should not betray our teachers and ancestors, but for the rest, we should turn a blind eye.

This old-fashioned method of testing one's character is probably only used by the seniors in front of us now.

".But what you said does make sense." "That young man is only nineteen, and his internal organs are already fully developed. If he is sent to Luohan Hall with such a high level of cultivation, he will probably notice something is wrong."

"Furthermore, he possesses eight demonic powers, shocking the world. If we want to conceal it, it's best to put it in a relatively quiet place with fewer people and eyes."

It needs to be able to be observed at any time under the nose, and it needs to be quiet and with few people.
Upon hearing this, De Zheng immediately thought of a suitable place.

"Then how about having them go to Junior Brother Decong's Medicine King Academy and do odd jobs in the alchemy room?"

"Junior Brother Decong is a rare person in the courtyard. The other brothers know his temperament and usually don't dare to disturb him."

"Moreover, the status of Yaowang Academy is no less than that of Bodhidharma Academy. Ordinary people have no way to enter."

"In that case, we can say that Junior Brother Decong is short of some menial tasks. I'm sure that junior won't be upset with the senior for not being able to participate in the Yulan Festival."

When Monk Qieci heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"That's a good idea. Those three youngsters were just going to the Medicine King Academy, so this makes perfect sense."

"It's just right. I can ask your junior brother to teach me this fire-related martial art."

All the monk's worries disappeared and he couldn't help but pat his belly happily.

"The martial arts that the senior taught was truly tailor-made for this junior."

Dezheng thought of that exquisite martial art, and with deep emotion, he could not help but recite a Buddhist verse:

"Prince Nezha gave his flesh to his mother and his bones to his father. He manifested himself on a lotus and preached to his parents."

"Use the demon in your body as a sacrifice, trample on the demons to make a lotus seat, and transform into the body of a celestial being or a yaksha."

"The more and more ferocious the demons are, the more extraordinary the original body they create will be. With a strong foundation, it is common to fight against higher-level enemies."

"The eight great demons correspond to the number of eight-petal lotus flowers. Wonderful, wonderful."

Monk Qieci boasted of his many years of practice and his calm state of mind had long been calm, but he felt a bit proud when he heard this.

"The Tiangu Leiyin lineage is located in the north of the Mandala. Among the five elements of earth, water, fire, wind, and space, it corresponds to the wind element."

"And my lineage of Infinite Life resides in the west of the Mandala, and corresponds to the fire element among the five elements."

"Nezha could also be called Nezha. He is the son of Bishamon from the north, but he is not of the wind element, but of the fire element."

"In this case, it is just right for you to first enter Tiangu Temple, then become my disciple and practice the wonderful Dharma of Mahakala."

"Speaking of which, it is truly a fate sent by heaven."

As he was sighing, De Zheng's brows suddenly raised.

"Yuanhua?"

"I asked him to come," the smile on Monk Qieci's face faded a little.

With a flick of his finger, the door of the Zen room opened automatically without wind, and Yuanhua stood at the door tremblingly and saluted.

De Zheng's face suddenly fell.

He was well aware of Yuan Hua's reputation for accumulating wealth, and as soon as he saw this situation, he could guess that the former was probably caught red-handed by the monk Qieci, who hated evil.

"Where's the roster?"

Monk Qieci did not attack immediately, but first looked at the registration information of the three people.

"Li Cunxiao, twenty-nine years old, with a well-developed physique. What a cunning boy."

"Zhang Yuelu and Ye Chengxiao. Well, their talents are average, but they can't be discarded."

"Why not send these three to the Medicine King Academy to do menial work? How do you think this arrangement is, nephew?"

"It's impossible."

De Zheng agreed, then looked at Yuan Hua with a stern face.

"Yuanhua, tell us everything you have done."

The words were not harsh, but Yuanhua did not feel lucky at all.

After seeing with his own eyes how respectful the abbot was to the senior, he understood clearly that life and death were before his eyes.

At that moment, he told Li Cunxiao and the other two how Zhang Lishi's request for help had failed and they wanted to find another supporter. He also told them everything about Yuanjue and Zhang Lishi's past.

De Zheng's mood gradually became complicated.

He had just become abbot at that time, and the story of Zhang Lishi left a deep impression on him.

Yuanjue's younger brother Wei Yun raped a pilgrim, which is an unforgivable crime. If one simply stops the evil act and reports it to the Vinaya Institute, it would be a righteous act.

However, Zhang Lishi brazenly killed Wei Yun, and afterwards the pilgrim and his family defected to the Wei family under the inducement of the Wei family.

The living victims kept making excuses for the dead perpetrators, and as a result, the rescuers were blamed for killing their fellow disciples.

Back then, De Zheng had not yet broken through the profound barrier, and his realm was not as high as that of the other leaders. He was not as powerful as he is today.

Except for Decong who stood firmly beside him, the other abbots all tried to smooth things over:

Yuanjue allowed his brother to indulge in sexual immorality in broad daylight, and was exiled to the county seat for three years.

Zhang Lishi's original intention was justice, but his methods were ruthless and he started a revolution.

Fifty lashes each was the maximum Dezheng could impose at the time. Afterwards, the Wei family wanted to retaliate, but he warned and restrained them.

Otherwise, Zhang Lishi, a junior from the viscera department, would never have been able to leave Songzhou City alive. The assassins and killers in the black market were not vegetarians.

Now seeing Zhang Lishi's descendant again, who is also a gifted young man, De Zheng felt mixed emotions.

Monk Qieci's reaction was much more pure. His face was filled with murderous intent, which he showed no effort to conceal.

A powerful pressure filled the Zen room, and Yuanhua almost thought that he was dead and went to the eighteen levels of hell.

In hell, an angry Mingwang holds up the heaven and earth, and spreads out a sea of ​​​​lava and fire.

"Senior, calm down."

De Zheng stood up and bowed deeply.

"I failed to discipline my disciples and I am sorry to disappoint you."

"Alas."

Monk Qieci suddenly felt tired in his heart, and all the strange visions disappeared in an instant.

Even the moral integrity he recognized could not keep Tiangu Temple pure and clean.

How filthy have all the forests in the world become?
"Forget it," Monk Qieci did not get depressed and returned to normal in an instant.

"Nephew, you are the abbot of Tiangu Temple. If I forcibly punish your disciples, I will become a demon who relies on force to do whatever he wants."

"Yuanhua? Humph, you better take care of yourself!"

Seeing that Monk Qieci was about to leave, Dezheng was still a little worried.

They were afraid that this senior would get enraged and start a massacre in the city to "eliminate demons and defend justice."

"Senior, aren't you going to see Li Cunxiao?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? He'll have to come to Yaowangyuan sooner or later. I'll go return the things I borrowed first."

Monk Qieci strode forward and disappeared into the yard in a flash.

In the wind, only the low chanting of Zen remains:
"In the future, when the Dharma will perish"

"My four groups of followers have lost their good roots."

"Poor in Dharma and wealth, without the mind for the Buddha treasure"

"To make a living, I shave my head and dye my clothes."

"With little fortune and little wisdom, one never knows how to be satisfied"

"It's sad, lamentable, hateful and pitiful."

This is a passage from the Mahavairocana Sutra, which talks about the chaotic situation of monks in the last days of the Dharma.

But in Yuanhua's mouth, this senior was clearly saying that he had betrayed Buddhism and was a descendant of Mara wearing a cassock - his death was coming!
"Abbot, please have mercy!"

Yuanhua knelt down with tears and snot.

"You know me. I only exploit the rich and never oppress the common people."

"Even if I'm greedy for money, it's to buy elixirs and improve my martial arts."

"Shut up! How dare you bring that up?"

De Zheng pulled out the ruler from the table and hit him hard on the back. The latter immediately twisted like a shrimp in boiling water.

Compared to the beating from Qici, Yuanhua actually felt that the abbot's teachings were much gentler. He wished that the abbot would beat him up to vent his anger so that he could be given a lighter punishment.

"Abbot, I have failed your teachings. Please whip me!"

(End of this chapter)